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Warning: None as far as I can remember... though maybe there’s a bit of swearing spread through it... But honestly, I’ve got a sailors mouth and I’ve lost track of how much my characters do the same by now. The real warning should be about a shirtless and wet Sebastian Stan... Proceed at own caution!
A/N: So... (She says after having not written a single thing or made it seem like she was still alive for two whole years) I’m back! Life’s kinda going to shit, but by some miracle, it’s meant that I’ve had some spare time and energy that I could invest in writing again. So, here we are.
In an attempt to help the new spirit of writing flow to keep going, I might lose some old request in my inbox that’s now been taking up space for like the last 3 or 4 years, and instead, I’m going to open it up again to new requests. If you’re an old follower who actually made a request, that I didn’t finish writing because life and time went on, I’m really sorry for letting it go. But if you want, please send me a new one, and I’ll do my best at writing it this time!
But enough chatting, here’s some Seb fluff get together for ya!
It had all started out with an eviction notice. The apartment building you had been staying in for the past couple of years now, after you first made the move to New York, had been bought up by someone who’s plan had seemed to be knock your building down, only to build some new, modern and most likely expensive as hell apartments instead. Now you’re not saying that the place didn’t need a good loving hand, the elevator had been broken down for 2 years now, and the heating bill was always high in the winter due to cracks letting all the cold in. But it was still your home, and just your luck, it had seemed it had been one of the last, somewhat decent apartments in New York, for a somewhat decent price.
That had at least been your judgment in the month you tried, desperately finding some place new to stay, with the eviction notice hanging over your head, telling you that you only had a month to find a new place to live. And anyone who knows New York, and its realtor market, while being on a strict budget, knows that’s an impossible feat. It wasn’t that it had been for a lack of trying, considering how you had almost spent more money on transport that month, looking at apartments you had found on odd listed pages around town, than you had on food. For a brief moment, you even thought you had succeeded the impossible task, when you had finally found a place. Only for it to be snatched up right under your nose, and you were back to ground zero.
It was in that moment of weakness and despair, you had gotten the call. A friend of yours had been trying to help you out with your situation, but apparently when you had that conversation to her, you hadn’t mentioned how you kind of wanted to keep it a quiet thing, maybe because you knew that they were exactly the kind of person to lecture you on how accepting help isn’t a bad thing. So in your attempt to avoid the lecture, you had forgotten your mutual friend, and just how much your friend didn’t mind asking other people for help.
Hence, the call.
Now, the thing is, yes, Sebastian Stan calling you and telling you that you could just stay in his spare room until you figured it out, was a really convincing argument. After all, you’ve been at his place loads of times, and you’ve seen his bathroom and dreamed of hanging out in that bathtub, and you’ve sat on that couch and fallen asleep on it way too many times. So yeah staying there wouldn’t be too bad, also because it would give you a more manageable time window to look at places, considering that you were going to be evicted in a matter of weeks. It’s not a bad offer, is the point.
But there is however another side to that good point, and that’s how even after weeks now, you still haven’t been able to get that question out of your head. That damn question that your friend asked you, and a question that seemed to unravel everything you thought you knew.
“So what is it with you and Sebastian?” Your friend asked you, just as you were stuffing your face with the popcorns she had brought to you on the couch, in the middle of your marvel marathon.
“Huh?” you asked, as it was currently all the noise you were capable of making with a mouth full of popcorn.
“You and Sebastian, what’s happening there, are you hitting that?” She asked as conveniently Sebastian’s face appeared on the screen as Bucky Barnes.
“Wait, what! Hitting that?” You exclaimed as you managed to swallow the popcorn.
“Yeah, I mean cheers if you are, because, well, look at that body,” She said as the screen was focusing on Bucky’s mind getting wiped, while also showing a good look of a pretty impressive body that Sebastian was the proud owner off.
“No, no we’re just friends” You laughed, though you did keep looking to appreciate that body a bit longer, because, well yeah, damn.
“Wait really? Your friend turned away from the screen and looked at you as if she didn’t quite believe you.
“Yeah, we’re just friends, nothing more. Besides, it wasn’t even that long ago since he broke it off with his ex”
“First of all, that is like a year ago now, which you should know since you helped him get over that, which is also why I’m asking, just how did you help him get over it, with cuddling or with bow chica wow wow” You friend sang, causing you to laugh.
“What, oh god no”
“Oh please, as if you didn’t want to hit that”
“That’s not what I meant, I just meant, well, we’re friends, so yeah no, no ‘Bow chica wow wow’ just, the good old take out and movie marathons, and being there when he need to talk, it works all the time.”
“Is that really all it is?” Your friend asked, looking like that was definitely not the response she had expected.
“Yeah, just friends.” You said and returned back to the screen. But there didn’t go long before you turned back to her again. “Okay, I gotta ask though, why did you think there was more?”
“Well, it’s the way the two of you are together. Like, ever since you moved to New York the two of you have been hanging out a ton, and after he broke it off with his girlfriend it was like I could barely reach you sometimes. And then, well then there’s the way that he looks at you sometimes like you hung the sun or something like that. Not to mention the fact that even when he’s away for movie stuff, the two of you talk every day, like what was it a bit under a month ago that the two of you passed your 400 days snapchat streak. So yeah, I don’t know, it just seems like maybe there was something more there. But I might be wrong”
Sometimes you hoped she was wrong, that it was just her imagining it, but ever since she mentioned it, the thought had barely left your mind.
So when he called you, offering you to invade his space for however long you needed it, well then you blamed her for thinking more into it than there might be. So that had been why you had first told him that it was a nice thought, but that you didn’t want to be a bother to him any more than you already did. So instead you kept looking, but after you woke up with a hangover the first of January, and you knew you only had a week to find someplace to be, you realised that there was nothing else to do, so you called up and even more hungover Sebastian.
That had been two weeks ago. And still no apartment.
You were currently spread out on the couch in Sebastian’s very comfortable apartment, enjoying his Netflix account connected to the quite nicely sized TV. But to your defence, you had deserved it. You were exhausted, both physically after having spent so much time, both in your lunch break and after work trying to meet different realtors to help you find a place. And then mentally exhausted, because just like the many other times you’d talked to them, they had not given you any good news. You were starting to consider maybe changing realtors, especially after the horrible place you were shown last week, with a murphy bed installed that didn’t even have enough room to be completely unfolded.
So yeah, you’d say you deserved to lounge a little bit, and forget your troubles watching Netflix, and eating Sebastian’s snacks, that he technically wasn’t allowed to eat anyhow, with him being on a new strict diet and training regime for a new movie. On the topic of training, the stench of a sweaty Sebastian having come back from the gym, warned you of him being there before his greeting did.
“Don’t they have shower at your fancy fitness place?” You called out as you heard steps walking over to the couch.
“They do. But it’s much more fun to come home and annoy you like this” Sebastian laughed as he jumped over the couch and got his one arm around you as he sat down, right next to you, like that was the only option on the massive couch.
“Ugh, you’re disgusting” You groaned as you tried to get away from the sweaty embrace, much to Sebastian’s amusement. As a payback you decided to turn around to punch him in the arm, only to be met by rock hard muscle that really was just not fair on any normal human being. The same way that the sight of Sebastian sitting there in a wife beater, sweat glistening off him (because the idiot probably decided to run back from the gym, because yeah sure, that’s what sensible people do) just staring at you with such glee in his eyes, while shaking a little bit from his laughter, really was not fair on any normal human being, much less you.
But no, get that thought out of your head, you were not going to start thinking those kinds of thoughts about him. Instead you decided to turn around to continue watching the Netflix, while pretending that it was your disgust with his sweat that made you blush, not any other reason, nope, nothing at all.
“Well I would say it’s an appropriate payback for you messing up my Netflix recommendation with you watching teenage girl dramas, I’ll let you know it never suggested Riverdale to me before you came in and messed up my streaming history”
“Oh please, don’t pretend like you don’t very well recognise the title of the show. When I clicked in on it, it asked me if I wanted to continue watching it” You said with a chuckle pointing at the TV showing Serena van der Woodsen having a series conversation with Dan Humphrey. You decided to focus completely on how ridiculous and upper class they were being, instead of focusing on the close proximity Sebastian was sitting.
“Alright, well I can reason it with revisiting old memories, what’s your excuse for sitting here alone watching Gossip Girl” Sebastian asked looking at you for an answer.
“Well it’s partly because it’s funny to see you looking all scrawny and awkward and posh in it-“
“Hey, I was like 27 at that point” Sebastian interjected, looking almost genuinely offended if it wasn’t because of the small smile he always seemed to wear around you.
“Yeah, yeah whatever, if you would have let me finish, you’d known that I really didn’t focus too much on you in it” You felt yourself say, while also knowing that it wasn’t completely true.
“Right, then do tell, what is the reason that you oh so love this show, of questionable quality” He asked while looking intensely at you for an answer. Again, him and his intensive focus on you, you didn’t like how much it affected you, because when it did, you had an extra hard time ignoring how much it just really shouldn’t, because playing with that idea was a dangerous thing, that you knew were never ever going to happen anyhow.
“I have the hots for Chace Crawford” You said, and turned around to watch the show again, hoping that it would stop the stare coming at you from the side, from a certain sweaty someone.
Turns out it only amplified the stare he was sending her, but it did stop the oncoming questions, as he had somewhat fallen quiet.
“Oh, well, he’s a good guy.” Sebastian added after the silence seemed to have become too long.
Thing is, it’s a pivotal part of their friendship that you knew just when something affected him, and that you then weren’t afraid to tease him about it. That’s how it had always been, and that’s how it was always going to be, you knew that. So it was really a duty to keep this going, after all it would be a let-down to everything you stood for, if he would go around thinking you wouldn’t annoy him anymore.
“Wait, you must have his number don’t you? Could you hit him up for me, hell you could give me his phone number!” You said excitedly, partly because you could really see how much this was bothering him, which just made you want to push it further. And, then the idea of hitting Chase up wasn’t really that bad of an idea either.
“C’mon. Do me a favour, give me his number. Let me have a chance with Nate Archibald” You were full on teasingly poking him now in his sides, which finally made his smile come out again.
“How about no” Sebastian laughed and tapped your nose, much to your annoyance.
“How about a trade then. Tell me who you’re hot for, and I will do my best at trying to get their number. It’s most likely going to be an impossible feat, but I will try my best anyhow.” You thought it was going to be a great way of continuing to tease him, only, suddenly you saw the smile falter a little bit.
“You know who I’m hot for” He finally said, but the joking seemed to have faltered a bit. Maybe he was just tired after the workout, that happened sometimes.
“Well, clearly I don’t. So, c’mon, tell me, is it someone that I have a chance of getting their number to make it a fair deal” You asked, turning around to face Sebastian completely, he repaid the favour, and suddenly it all seemed a lot less funny. Sebastian’s smile had faltered again, until there were no smile at all left. Instead what was left, was a Sebastian you had only seen a couple of times before. A Sebastian who wasn’t the same one that the public saw, a Sebastian that wasn’t even the same that most of his friends saw. But it was one that you had seen.
“I already have their number” He said and turned around to face you, though not really looking at you, instead looking at his hands that he was fiddling. Because he was genuinely nervous about something.
“Well that’s good then” You said in a calm notion, causing Sebastian to look up at you again. “That’s like a severe advantage you have then.” The only response you got was a small nod from him, and you knew that this person he was talking about, was someone serious. Your heart ached a little bit, and you knew why, but this wasn’t your time and place for this. No you knew that his face meant that he was struggling with this, and his friend, you had a duty to help him. And that duty meant pushing down everything else you were feeling right now.
“So you have this person’s number, and you clearly have the hots for her. I’m not seeing a reason why you haven’t called this person up then.” You didn’t exactly know what you expected, but the silence you were met with, and Sebastian just fiddling his fingers as the only somewhat response, wasn’t what you had expected.
“Okay. How about this” You started, causing Sebastian to look up. “What if I help you with what you should tell her? I’ll help you come up with a line that’s so irresistible, that she simply can’t not tell you she’ll go out with you” You tried saying it with a smile, and you think you mainly succeeded, but it wasn’t like Sebastian’s facial reaction gave you any clear answer to that.
He seemed to be thinking deeply, like the thought of getting help to tell the person you liked, that you actually liked them, was something he had to consider. You knew you didn’t have to consider it if someone offered it to you. Because sitting here, right across from the guy you liked, you couldn’t help but think that you would definitely accept some help right now, if it meant you could figure out a way to tell him what you felt. But no, instead you were sitting here, offering him help, on how to tell some girl that he liked her. Because that’s just how good your life was going right now.
“Okay” Sebastian finally said, and looked at you suddenly with a smile on his face, and a certain fire and certainty, that suddenly made you so much more jealous of this girl that made him feel like that.
“Well a good start would be to tell her that you’ve been thinking about her[SMS1] . It’ll make most girls feel appreciated, well when it isn’t from some creepy stalker, but when it’s from someone who actually cares. And when she knows that you do, then that’s when you ask her out.”
“It’s that simple then is it?” Sebastian said with a little smile, like he knew something you didn’t.
“I mean, if you do it right, then… yeah” You said, trying not to let the smile get to you.
“Huh” Sebastian just said before looking like he was wondering something, whatever it was, you didn’t know, but maybe it was the silence that became too much, or it was just you wanting to find another way of hurting yourself that you started up the conversation again.
“So who is it?” You asked with a smile you hoped didn’t look as fake as it felt. Everything was fine, and you were fine, and there were no reasons why you shouldn’t be smiling now. You were just helping out a friend of yours. That’s what this was.
“You wanna know who I’m hot for?” Sebastian asked with a little smile, probably one that thinking about whichever girl that he was thinking of who he was hot for. It should make you happy, really it should, he was happy, and you were happy that he was happy. That’s how friendship works.
“Clearly, since I’m asking” You lied. Because having a name for this person might not help you, it was probably going to be some very famous actress of something, someone amazing that you had no chance of measuring up to.
“Well” He started. Here it comes, the name that you were going to be thinking of for almost every day from now on. The woman you had no chance of measuring up to, the woman who had won Sebastian’s heart, the woman who –“
“It’s you” The woman who was you? What.
“Anyway, I’m going to head to the shower” Sebastian said and suddenly very quickly left you there alone on the couch, with a question that felt larger than life.
You?
He was hot for… you?
No that couldn’t be. He couldn’t be.
At least that’s the thought stream you’ve had for the past years. From almost the moment you had met Sebastian, you had been attracted by him. Then again that wasn’t really any news to anyone who met Sebastian. But then you had gotten to know him, and you had found this sort of gentleness about him. The way that he met anyone with such love and kindness, that only increased when you really got to know him, and he let you in. It surprised you that not more people fell in love with him. Or maybe they did, you wouldn’t be surprised, the same way you weren’t surprised when Sebastian talked about some girl, because off course he would find someone to love.
You just didn’t know that you could be that person.
Because that’s what he had said right? When you had asked, he had said you. He had said he had the hots for you.
Honestly, who even says they’ve got the hots for someone anymore. Well apparently you did, but you meant it about some person you saw on the TV, like those imaginative crushes you got, celebrity crushes, that’s who you had the hots for. So what about him, what did he mean when he said he had the hots for you.
You needed to know.
Deciding enough was enough, as your inner monologue wasn’t going to help you clear this up in any way, you jumped over the edge of the couch and ran through the hallway until you reached the bathroom door, where you stopped and started hammering down the door, until finally it opened.
“Oy, I was showering” Sebastian complained as he opened the door, standing there dripping water down on the carpet in the hallway, while only standing there in just a towel around his waist. Because, yeah sure, this was something you could handle, seeing him standing there, showing off his very, very defined abs, glistening wet, and did she mention very defined.
Weren’t there something you needed to do?
Oh right.
“Don’t oy me” You finally managed to get out. “You can’t just say something like that, and then walk away without giving me any explanation” You yelled angrily, because you were angry. Angry that he was now pretending like you hadn’t just had that conversation a minute ago, leaving you there on the couch having to figure out everything on your own.
“I thought I explained myself pretty alright” Sebastian said with a small smile, like this was all to his amusement.
“Yeah no, you didn’t explain. You just said you had the hots for me, what the fuck is that even supposed to mean?” You asked waving your arms around the air, in hopes that it would clarify for him, that you had no fucking clue, and maybe that smile he was wearing wasn’t really helping you deal with this very well.
“Just that. That I have the hots for you” Sebastian replied, once again with that little smile.
You were slowly starting to start a vendetta against that smile. Because when the two of you were joking and he gave that smile, you could appreciate it, but this, this was something completely different, and it felt like a really bad joke.
It seemed your silence and lack of understanding finally seemed to get to Sebastian, the smile on his lips faltered a bit and he tightened the towel around his waist before he looked down on his feet, like he was trying to figure out what to tell you. You heard him mutter something that sounded a bit like he was saying ‘what was it she said I should say’ before he suddenly met your eyes again, and opened his mouth.
“I’ve been thinking about you” He said. You stayed silent though, because you were sort of expecting there to be something more after that. Except there wasn’t.
“What, that’s all you’re going to say?” You exclaimed while looking at Sebastian like he was mad. Because, well you kind of thought he was, who says that and then just leave it be.
“That’s what you told me to say” Sebastian called, as seemingly your frustrations seemed to have rubbed on him as well. Well good.
“Well it’s not that simple”
“But that’s what you said”
“Oh don’t use my words against me” You snapped, you were not the one on trial here, it was him and his rubbish way of making himself clear.
“Okay. Fine. “Sebastian thundered before lowering his arm that had just been waving in the air because of his frustration a second ago. “I’ll use my own words then” He said before taking a deep sigh. Somehow, you already knew then you weren’t ready to hear them, but there was no stopping it now.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. That much is true. For a long while, I had gotten really good at not thinking about you on a constant, even though I had been wanting to do just that for a long time. But then suddenly, you were everywhere. I thought I did a kindness to a friend and it was just going to be just that. But then suddenly I’m being tortured with your favourite shirts being in the wash all the time, and with that brand of yoghurt you like so much in the fridge right in eye sight whenever I open it, and then your fluffy pillows you’ve left scattered over the couch, that are like way too comfortable. It’s impossible not to be reminded of you, no matter where I look. And it turns out, maybe what I thought was just torture, was something more. Because when I can’t stop thinking about you, it gets real hard to subside these feelings I’ve been feeling for a really long time. Until I realised, I just couldn’t anymore” Sebastian ranted, until he finally, took a deep breath, and seemed to realise he was done.
Well what does anyone say to that? Apparently your stupid mind had already thought of something.
“No.” Real articulate Y/N, real articulate “You don’t have any feelings for me. You can’t.” Those were the words that had been swirling around your brain ever since Sebastian had left you on the couch, because they were the only ones that made any sense.
“Who says that.” Sebastian asked, looking at you again, this time without a smile, and without that shield he sometimes put up to be the happy and all dandy Sebastian Stan, famous actor. No this Sebastian, this was the one that wore no shield to protect himself, this was the one who bared everything to you. You had seen it multiple times before, but it had never hit you as hard as it had now.
“I do” You whispered, as if speaking too loudly now would break the heavy feeling that was weighting both of you down right now.
“Why?” Sebastian whispered, as if he was feeling the same way.
“Because…” you started, attempting to find head and tails in all these feelings you were feeling right now. “Well because we’ve been friends for 5 years now, and not once in that time have you ever made a move?” Well, almost, not counting five minutes ago on that couch, when he had done exactly that.
Maybe he had been thinking the same thing, because he took one step closer to you, so close that you could feel the steam coming off his chest from the shower you had interrupted.
“What if I did” He muttered, before licking his lips, and suddenly any agitation you had, almost seemed to melt away, as your eye was drawn to his lips, that were now looking slightly moist, and soft, god so soft.
“I don’t know” You replied just as quietly, simultaneously feeling like you were on fire, and like you could just let go of everything and float down the river.
“Well it was just a minute ago you were screaming at me looking for a definitive answer to your question, and now you don’t even want to give me one” That little smile was back on his lips, and suddenly you didn’t hate it as much. As much. You still hated it a little bit. And maybe that was why you made your decision very quickly.
“You want a definitive answer? Fine, I’ll give you one” You said, sounding a lot more sure in yourself than you were. But one thing you were sure off, was that what you were planning next, you didn’t think Sebastian would mind that much, if everything he had said the last couple of minutes were true. And as much as you had been unsure about whether it was before, that little smile he was giving, and that raw honesty he had showed you before, made you 99% certain.
So certain, that you decided to say ‘fuck you’ to that other 1%, as you reached up your hands, one to fit in his wet hair, and another on his neck, before you pulled him down, and you met those kissable lips you had thought way too much about lately, with your own.
It only took a brief moment of shock, before Sebastian enthusiastically greeted your lips with his, and made sure that 99% got rounded up to a round number. Especially because kissing Sebastian felt as natural as breathing air, while also being as addicting as a sniff of coke.
It was a natural respondent between the two of you, of who took control and who gave leeway, only for it to change just as quickly again. And it wasn’t just your mouths that was making you lose all control, it was everything from how close Sebastian was standing, to his hand in your hair, to the stubble burn that made you lose a sense of time, until you finally had to pull apart to take a breath.
Which was why you now stood there, in the doorway, both of you staring at each other with blown pupils and heaving chests, with not an inch of space between you.
“You really need to take that shower now” You somehow managed to breathe out.
“Oh, shit, sorry, yes, I must stink” Sebastian took a step back and shook his head to clear it off the fuzziness state, that you apparently hadn’t been the only one feeling. “I’ll get cleaned up, and then maybe we can continue this afterwards” It was like the moment he had disconnected the physical touch of you, he was back to the same Sebastian that had decided skipping over the couch to avoid a conversation was the best choice. And one thing you knew for sure, was that you were not planning to go back to that. Not after this. Not ever again.
“Or” You said, now with a small smirk that could compete against Sebastian’s you were sure. “I could just join you” As soon as the words had left your mouth, you could see how Sebastian’s pupils dilated even more, though you weren’t fully sure how it was possible, but you loved it all the same.
“Yup. Yeah. I like that idea, a lot better” Was all Sebastian said before taking your arm and pulling you into the bathroom to join him with such eagerness you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. Though you were quickly interrupted from laughing by two lips meeting yours again. It wasn’t like you were complaining though, quite the opposite.
‘Can I hold your life with mine’ - Sebastian Stan Imagine
Paring: Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader
Request: Prompt #7 “I don’t like the dark” & #8 “Can I hold your hand”
Word Count: 1.5k
Warning: Like none, what so ever, it’s just fluff. I mean there are some swear words in it I think, and some mention of sexual acts, but if you’re not old enough to read this you’re not old enough to be on Tumblr in the first place, so there’s that.
A/N: Guess who’s back, back again. So exams are over for now, and I have a summer holiday hopefully full of writing now! Right now I’m going to get through the requests in my inbox, but hopefully, I will open up my inbox again for some request with my updated prompts list. So if you have a request, keep your eyes open for when I write it’s open, and send it over! But also, fair warning I have a couple of longer stories I will be wanting to work on during the summer, so we’ll see how much writing on this blog I’ll get done. Right now I’m just clearing out in some of the really old ones, but to the people I have been writing to about your story, I’m planning those on the side so I can finish those for you as well.
It was nearing the 5 years now. Five years of you having the pleasure of having many adventures in bed with your boyfriend Sebastian Stan. Because of his career and your relationship, half of the time being a long distance one, bed marathons had become a tradition whenever he came home, it was the promise to each other that after so long without seeing each other, you would stay in bed just the two of you catching up. It was the second of the kind of marathons, being the movie marathon, you were in the middle of at the moment, having already finished the sex marathon that started the moment Sebastian came through the doors after a month away filming for one production and promoting for another.
It had been a hell, to limit your time together to face time calls and texts, but it was a reality you had had time to get used to through the years. Besides, you were lucky enough to more often than not have him home than gone, or in times he was gone you sought out him so that you could spend some times together. During the five years you had been together, you had quickly grown to realise that your favourite times were being with him, and if you could decide, you wouldn’t mind being with him for more years to come.
For this specific marathon, Sebastian had asked for it to be the Lord of the Rings franchise, and well both because 17 hours in bed with Sebastian sounded amazing, but also because you were a huge Lord of the Rings nerd, you couldn’t help but pleased, because this was really heaven. You often found you preferred it that way, when it was just the two of you in bed, when you didn’t have to share him with the world and when you could see Sebastian’s shoulders easing up because here there weren’t any rules or judgment on the smallest things done wrong.
That had been one of the things that had made him love you so much, the fact that over the years you had become his safe space. With you the only thing he spent time worrying about was how to make you smile, but that, if you had to say so, he was almost a master off.
“But that’s just stupid!” You exclaimed at the pale elf on the screen in front of you. “He literally just said that he wanted them to leave Oakenshield alone because he wanted to kill him, but now that he’s already unconscious and almost dead, he wants the other orcs to bring his head to him. Like, that’s just stupid” Looking to your left side of the bed to see Sebastian lying next to you grinning at your comment, you could see that apparently he wasn’t as annoyed about the details as you were, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit pleased with the grin that was spreading across Sebastian’s face.
“Maybe he’s just really lazy, so getting down of his wolf and walking hat half meter over to him will totally break his cardio shape” Sebastian comments with the hint of a smile lingering, causing you to let out a laugh.
“Okay but then this part at least you got to agree with me, like the stupidity of the whole eagle thing is just bad. Like first of all, they drop them off on this weird looking rock so high up where climbing down from it is going to be a bitch, and especially with most of them already being wounded. Not only that, they drop them off on this rock instead of the mountain they actually need to go to, why, oh that’s right, because they need to be able to string out the plot of one book out to three movies.” You comment again as the camera zooms over to the lonely mountains.
“You know, you can comment as much as you like on how you think that the Hobbit trilogy lacks the quality of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but that doesn’t change that you insist that we should watch the Hobbit trilogy before the Lord of the Rings one” Sebastian smirked as he looked over at you.
“Well… yes…” You started out, as Sebastian laughed because he had clearly caught you. “I can still love a series even though it has plot overlaps and incoherence because it priorities crowd pleasing over context. Like, I still like Gossip Girls” You said as a comeback before turning over to face him with a smirk, knowing how easy it was to tease Sebastian for his Carter Baizen role. However, it wasn’t annoyance you saw in his eyes, rather love and adoration, you tried holding his gaze for a bit, but quickly it almost came too much, with the small hint of a smile he was giving you like he didn’t mind you attempting to roast him constantly as long as you would keep on being by your side.
As the credit starting rolling and the room went black Sebastian turned back towards the screen again, knowing very well that he didn’t have to change the DVD yet, since you had started a habit of watching all movies past the end credit, no matter if they were a marvel movie or not. You turned back towards the screen as well, deciding not to put too much thought to the staring, god knows it wasn’t the first time he had done that. As soon as he dropped down his walls down he was a right sap, sure he tried doing a smoulder to the camera but he could just as easily turn into a ray of sunshine, or when he was feeling affectionate stare longingly at you for ages.
“I don’t like the dark” you heard Sebastian mumble with a smile causing you to laugh a bit because of the immatureness of it. “Can I hold your hand” he followed up and you just shook your head before reaching over your hand for him to hold since it seemed he was going to continue this mantra until you gave into it.
However, as you reached over your hand awaiting the warmth of his hand, the feeling of a cold metal slipping down on your ring finger met you instead. Confused you looked over towards your hand to see that a rose gold ring that almost looked like twigs twisted around your finger only to meet connecting a pink diamond stone on the top of the ting was what Sebastian had slipped down on your finger. You couldn’t help but be speechless, because this was… this was… well what was this.
You looked up to see Sebastian looking at you with those same eyes that was full of so much love, but this time also something else, there was a nervousness in them. Suddenly he lifted himself off the bed and walked over to your side of the bed, bare chested and with a hickey as a sign of your affection still lingering on his neck, he leaned down one knee on the ground, in a posture you had seen many times, but had never had directed at yourself.
“Y/n y/l/n” Sebastian started, and you couldn’t do much beside sit there and stare at him with your mouth open in shock. “Will you do me the honour of allowing me to listen to your nerdy criticism of movies every day until the day I die, and also, along that, bear the title of my wife” Sebastian whispered while beaming with a smile as he looked at you.
You immediately raised your right hand to cover your mouth as you looked at the ring on your left ring finger, before looking back up at Sebastian. Looking at that nervous little smile you couldn’t help but smile a bit on your own. It had always been like that hadn’t it, that he could always manage to make you smile, and you him. Together you could bring yourself out of sadness, just by having each other, and the idea of having each other for the rest of your lives, to help each other through whatever might be shot at you, well that sounded like heaven.
“Yes” you muttered while nodding, just in case he didn’t hear you, but by him breathing out like he had been holding a breath for the past year, and such a wide smile you had never seen before broke out on his face, it seems like he did. Immediately he stood up, got up on bed, and reached up to hold your face before connecting his lips to yours. Those soft, warm lips that still hinted a taste of the popcorns that was long forgotten in the bed, in you guys bed, in you guys apartment, in you guys life, all the things that was yours that couldn’t be taken away, that by this kiss and by this ring was going to yours together, forever.
Yeah course, I’d love to! And don’t worry, in some time I’ll start posting again, I have my final exam the 16′th and then I just want to write and forget everything about Math, Biology, Spanish and Danish! But yeah, then I will start writing a ton again :)
I finished reading the final part of "You mean everything, especially to me" and when Peter was rude, i said "Peter you bitch" so loud my mom gave me a weird look. Btw great fic!!
I’m really happy you liked it, I really liked writing this one as well! But yeah no, Peter was a bitch, and I wasn’t super fond of writing him like that, but I started thinking of different ways to transitioning it to them finally confessing their feelings, and well the jealousy path was the one I was working on, which ended up with Peter acting weird at first, to him then bust being a full on bitch!
‘You Mean Everything, Especially To Me’ - Peter Parker Imagine (Part 3 - Final part)
(Part 1) (Part 2)
Paring: Peter Parker x Female!Reader
Summary: The hints that maybe your feelings aren’t one-sided keeps coming, and you keep overthinking, that is until you don’t have to overthink it anymore.
Word Count: 4.8K
Warning: Peter is being an ass, and some of the things he does is mean, and I wish I didn’t have to write him saying these things... but I needed plot development, which leads to him saying some mean stuff.
A/N: So I meant to post this a couple of hours ago, but I had a bit difficulties with writing the ending. But here it is, the final part to it, hope you guys like it!
So you had just kissed your crush of the last two years, on the cheek sure, but you kissed him. Off course you had given him head kisses before, but your mom gave you those too, no it had been a kiss to the cheek, but more importantly, it had been a kiss that was received with a blush. It wasn’t a laugh like what the hell are you doing my dear friend, no but a… well… you weren’t sure what exactly it meant, but it felt like it meant something!
It had been a thought going through your head for the whole way to the subway with the boys, and the whole way until you arrived at Delmar’s deli, there another thought started occupying your thought.
When you turned the corner and was faced with the wreckage that was still the store after the bank robbery the other night, Peter suddenly became a lot quieter, and you noticed his shoulder started becoming a lot tenser. You found yourself reaching out to take his hand, because during the past occurrences where Peter showed clear discomfort, you had reached out to hold his hand, so it had become a sort of reflex. And you were right, once again, Peter seemed to ease up a bit, and a smile spread across his lips, but for some reason, it felt different this time. You decided not to think more of it, because, well you already had so much to think about it felt, instead you just held his hand and decided to push those thoughts back into the head to when you were alone and would have time to think more about what the hell all of this meant. However, it seemed that it reached a point where it wasn’t even needed again. When Demlar started talking about how after the attack on New York those years back, he had made sure to put it in his insurance that any alien or super person related incidents would be covered, so that he was fine, and was even considering a small expansion with the money he had gotten from the insurance company, Peter seemed to suddenly feel a lot better about it all. And so, it was only when you noticed Ned eyeing you holding Peter’s hand that you pulled your hand back, but then Peter had also started talking with more ease to Mr. Delmar so you felt it was all right.
After the meeting with Mr. Delmar the three of you decided to part up, knowing that at least you still had a couple of assignment and projects for school that you needed to work on. Though that was especially true for you since you had pushed a couple of those aside yesterday when you went to visit Peter, but you didn’t mention that part, since Ned was still unaware of that. As you were all students with a lot of school work to get around to, you all parted on the corner and went your own way back home.
You had managed to make it through dinner with your family and was back in your room before suddenly you were pulled back into the thought about Peter, as he had apparently attempted to call you a couple of times while you were eating.
Immediately your thoughts went to the worst case scenario, that something else has happened, that you needed to rush to his apartment again to comfort him, so you call him up right away, and the moment he answers you starts talking. “Peter? Are you alright? Do you need me to come over?” you ask hurridly.
He almost pauses for a moment, as if he was trying to figure out just what you would need him to come over for, before it finally dawns on him “Oh, no, it’s nothing like that. I was just calling for some help on the chemistry project” He says.
“Oh really?” You ask, as immediately you’re skeptical because no way is Peter calling you for help on the topic that is his strong suit, the same one he knows very well isn’t yours, as it’s the same topic you usually ask him for help with.
“Yeah, well I think maybe I skipped that lesson when I was doing the internship you know, so yeah, I think I’m missing some of the notes for that” He explains, and now you know he’s lying. With you perhaps spending a bit too much time gazing at Peter and noticing whenever he is there, and when he’s not, you know very well that Chemistry is the topic where he has zero absence in.
“Alright” You hums, deciding to go along with it. “What do you need help with” You continue, and starts listening to the problem of the project that he apparently needs your help with.
You try to help him out with it, and continue even when he blows his cover when he offers an explanation to something that you said you didn’t know, from the class where the project was explained in the first place. But you don’t call him out on it, instead you try to hide the smile in your voice, as you get confirmed in the belief that the reason he’s doing this, is because of the simple reason that he wanted to talk, yet didn’t know a reason to start the conversation, so he made one up.
To be honest you’re not complaining, as any time spent being able to talk more to him, is well spent time in your book. So when you manage to finish the chemistry project together, you gladly take up some of the other homework and assignments you both have for, asking or offering help to it, just to keep the conversation going. And before you know it, you have managed to finish both of your homework and assignments that you had through teamwork, but it doesn’t stop then, as soon as you just mentioned another topic, he gladly starts contributing stuff to talk about, just to avoid the time when you would have to hang up. Just a little bit longer, you kept hoping.
It’s when you’re re-discussing the Star Wars conversation that Peter had blanked out on during lunch break today, when you hear someone knocking on the door on Peter’s end, and him telling them to come in. It’s May, telling him that he missed his bedtime by a couple of hours, you turn and look at the time.
“Fuck, is it already past midnight” You mutter, causing Peter to laugh on the other end.
“Yeah, where did time just go,” He says softly, not quite asking, but it does make you wonder, as both of you fall silent again.
“Thanks” You hear Peter says quietly.
“What for?” You ask, not quite sure because you don’t feel like there’s anything to say thank you for.
“Well, for everything in these past days really. For coming over yesterday, for just being there today, and well, for tonight. It was nice talking to you, I enjoyed it” He says softly as if speaking it at any louder volume would reveal any louder meaning to just what was behind those words. You, however, couldn’t help but wish that he would just yell it out from the rooftops so that maybe you could finally understand the volume and meaning of the words he spoke, as it felt like you were still completely clueless about it. Sure, there were certain things that hinted to things and feelings, but you knew that you wouldn’t want to act on a small hunch, not if it wasn’t certain, and not if it would mess up what you had. Because even though you might be wanting to kiss him silly, these conversations about whatever really, still made you over the moon happy, so if you had to settle for that, you could do that.
Nonetheless, you thought that the simplified truth would still be a safe play, no matter what he felt. “I enjoyed it too” You muttered. But after a moment of silence, you felt yourself adding “I always enjoy talking to you” And then you found yourself bringing up your hand and started to bite your nails, a nervous habit you had picked up since you were afraid of your words hiding too much volume.
“Likewise” You heard him say though, causing you to stop biting your nails, but you felt yourself hiding your smile in your hand instead.
“Last chance to stop the chatting with your girl before I take your phone away from you Peter” You heard May yelling on the other end. Instantly you wanted to ask what she meant with the ‘your girl’ but before you could ask, you heard Peter groan before adding a hurried ‘goodbye, see you tomorrow’ before he hung up.
What was that all about? You couldn’t help but think, but mainly, you just thought of how much you liked the sound of you being ‘his girl’, well minus the sexist undertones of you being his property, but well for the purpose of you being Peter’s girl, you could ignore that for now.
You closed down everything before you went to bed, keeping in mind the ‘your girl’ part though.
By the time that next day came around, however, you felt you could almost have gone without the ‘your girl’ comment if it meant that you could have caught a couple of more hours of sleep. It apparently also looked pretty clear to other people that you hadn’t caught that much sleep, judging by the looks Ned was sending you when he first saw you, in the one class the two of you had together.
“Who kept you up last night?” He laughed as he took out his notebook for the work together you had been set to do.
“Peter” you responded, still very sleep deprived and therefore unable to pick up that it had been a joke, but you quickly found out what he meant when you turned to look at him and saw him being speechless and looking rather shocked. “Oh, no, not like that” You added quickly, but though he did look less shocked, he still remained a bit speechless.
You had managed to finish half of the work, by the time that he came to a point where he could speak again. But by the time that he then spoke, he managed to make you speechless. “So how long have you and Peter then been a thing?”
“We’re not a thing,” You said, as you looked down to keep writing. “I swear, you’re the second person asking that” You mutter, not sure why it was that your non-existent love life had suddenly turned in to such a popular topic.
“Who was the other person?” Ned asked, you told him it was Michelle, only to receive a long stare.
“What?” You asked.
“Well, it’s just. She’s usually pretty observant” He said, looking at you as if he expected you to explain. “And well, she’s often right in her observations” He added. You knew where he was going but you weren’t sure what to tell him.
“Well there’s nothing there,” You said, maybe in a bit higher pitch than you had wanted it to be, but you just focused on the paper and the work that you had. However, out of the corner of your eye, you could see him looking at you as if he was just expecting something more.
“It’s nothing okay” You just said, hoping to get him off it or something, but he keeps staring at you. So finally, you look around, and you see that everyone else is indulged in the work that the two of you should be doing, so you lean in closer as you whisper the words aloud for the first time “Okay, so maybe I like him a little bit”
Immediately his hands go up in the air, and a wide smile breaks out on his face. You quickly pull his hands down and hush at him not to make any noise, but you can’t help but break out into a small smile yourself because he seems so excited for you. And well, he hasn’t told you that it’s a completely unrealistic thing that will never happen, which is nice, but you would still rather have him be quiet about it so not everyone in the class will find out about it.
“Keep quiet, it’s a secret okay” You whisper as you look around to make sure that no one is paying that much attention to you.
“I’m not sure I can keep this a secret though! This is like, almost the second best thing to ever have happened to me, it’s my two best friends, and they’re together, and they will marry each other, and I will both be the best man and best girl!” He whispered with a beaming smile.
“Shut it will you” You whisper but you start to chuckle as well with his ridiculous words. “We’re not together, and we probably won’t get married.” You tell him, and he finally quiets down a bit.
“So you haven’t told him?” He asks with wide eyes.
“No of course I haven’t, he doesn’t feel the same way” You whisper as your smile falter a little bit.
“What do you mean he doesn’t feel the same way?” Ned asks as if he doesn’t believe you.
“Well, because first of all he’s in love with Liz, everyone knows that. Michelle said that he had been sending me looks like the ones I had been sending him, but she’s wrong, I don’t think it’s like that” You say as you tick off another answer on the sheet in front of you, now not feeling the same humor you had previously.
“But do you know for sure it isn’t like that?” Ned asks as he sense you not feeling that happy about it anymore either.
“Well, no” You start.
“Well then who’s to say you’re right, I think you should try and ask him,” Ned says before he widens his eyes as if he just got the best idea in the world. “I could totally help you out! Like I could casually throw it into a conversation… Or no, even better! I could help you pick out a fancy outfit or something like that, and then you can show up and bat your eyelashes and whip your hair out or something like that, and then he just won’t be able to resist you” He says in the sense that he is fully serious.
“You really don’t know girls do you” You laugh at him just as the bell rings and your teacher tells you to wrap it up. Ned immediately starts protesting before stopping halfway into his argument to nod that yeah maybe he’s not the most familiar with the ways of the female gender.
The two of you exited the classroom and stood by the side of the wall as you let everyone else exit for lunch.
“But really though” Ned started as he looked at you, this time looking sincere “It’s going to be alright, no matter what he might say when you tell him.” Ned kept looking sincerer about it, but there was also a twinkle in his eyes like he was certain that things were going to be alright. You decided to just hold on to that and trust him in that, because then at least one of you was certain. In the end, you decided to pull him in for a hug because god knows you needed right now with everything being so weird, with Peter acting so strange, but with you unable to pinpoint if it was strange because of the loss of the internship or if it was something else. As an instinct, you buried your head in Ned’s neck, partly because it felt nice to be hugged and understood, but also because you wanted to stop a potential tear coming out.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” You heard that familiar voice say, and as you stepped out of the hug and turned around, sure enough, there was Peter.
“Oh nothing” You mumbled, and Ned added the same comment, perhaps a bit too quick, which became clear with Peter looking suspiciously at both of you. Ned looked at you and couldn’t help but laugh, causing you to break out a small smile as well. However while you were laughing it seemed that Peter was doing anything but laughing, as you turned around to face him again, he was staring at yours and Neds interaction with a displeased look on his face.
“Anyway, let’s head to lunch” He just said as he turned around and started walking towards the cafeteria. You looked to face Ned as if to hear if he knew what was going on, but he seemed just as unaware of what had caused Peter’s sudden mood change as you.
“We should probably hurry” Peter yelled back at the two of you, causing you only to be more confused.
“Christ Peter, no one is going to take our table, we literally only got it because no one wanted it next to the trash cans” Ned comment as the two of you follow after Peter nonetheless.
“Well you never know Ned, sometimes people come in and snatch things that are yours, even when you thought they wouldn’t” Peter just snapped while continuing to walk three steps ahead of you.
“Peter calm down would you” You yell ahead since you felt that he was starting to be a bit rude. It seemed after your comment he did stay quiet but remained three steps ahead of you and Ned to the walk to the cafeteria. When you got to the cafeteria, Peter seemed to make a point of dropping off his bag at your table, as if he needed to make sure your seat wasn’t taken. Ned, unsure what Peter was getting at, and also starting to get a bit tired of it, just went to queue in line for food, dragging you along with him. When Peter came back, he even made a show of getting back into the line instead of joining you at your place in the line.
“What has gotten into him” You muttered as you started putting food on your plate.
“No clue” Ned just muttered as he continued up the line. When you were done getting the food you wanted, you went over to the cashier and turned to look behind you to see how far Peter was, only to see him staring at you, but as soon as he saw you looking his way, he turned around again.
Was that those longing stares that Michelle had been talking about because you had to say, it looked like the ones you had been sending him. Well, the ones you had been sending him before he started acting like a real asshole. But even though he was annoying you, you couldn’t help but feel a small blush coming along, because those stares were the ones you had thought Michelle had gotten wrong, that he would never send you, yet here it was. Could that mean that some of the other things she had been thinking and hinting at were true as well?
You decided not to focus on that as you sat down next to Ned on the bench with your food and the chocolate milk the three of you always bought. Shortly afterward Peter joined you on the bench, but unlike before when he was gazing at you from afar, he now kept his gaze locked on the tray of food, and sat down on the opposite side of you and Ned, silently.
“Well, the cafeteria food has gotten better, I’m starting to take too much lately because it’s so good,” Ned said to finally break the silence that was lying over the part of your table.
“With how you look, it’s not really a surprise that you take too much of the cafeteria food” Peter muttered.
“Peter” you yelled outraged, causing a couple of people around you to look over, but you couldn’t really care less right now. You looked over at Ned who wasn’t even looking at Peter, but just looking down at his food with a blank and hurt face, that on the boy who usually always had a smile, made your heart hurt. You placed a hand on Ned’s shoulder making sure he was alright, but as you started comforting Ned, Peter just stood up and left the table.
“Are you alright?” You asked Ned.
“I’m fine, but I think you should go after Peter, because something is definitely wrong with him” Ned just commented as he went over to take Peter’s chocolate milk, claiming it was his revenge. You gave Ned a small comforting smile before you took off, you needed to give Peter a piece of your mind.
You find him leaning his head up against the cold surface of the lockers outside the cafeteria. You walk over and punch him as hard as you can on the side of his arm.
“Ouch” Peter yells out as he turns around to face you.
“Well, you deserve it” You just roared “What the hell was that even about. What has Ned done to you, well what has he ever done to you besides be your best friend?” At least Peter had the decency to look a bit hurt as you brought up Ned.
“Shouldn’t you be back there comforting him” Peter just comments as he rubs his arm where you hit him. You can’t help but be a little bit pleased that you managed to hit him hard enough for him to feel sore, but you’re also really confused about what he’s even talking about.
“No Ned’s alright, instead he is being incredibly kind and forgiving, and send me to go after you, as both Ned and I have no clue what the hell has gotten into you” You snap as you cross your arms, awaiting him to give you some answers.
“It’s Ned and I now is it” Peter just said, causing you to just look at him confused, once again, because why is that what he’s picking out on, instead of finally giving you some answers. “Forget it, just go back to Ned and comfort him with a long hug or something, I don’t know what you two get up to, clearly” Peter just added before looking down at his shoes again. Suddenly, it dawns on you, the weird thing he was going with had started after you and Ned had hugged after last period.
“Wait, is that what this is about? Me hugging ned” You ask slightly perplexed, judging by Peter’s silence, you had hit the spot. “That is ridiculous” You yell, unable to believe Peter right now, why would he get mad because you hugged Ned, that is… and then you start to piece it together, and the sour look on Peter’s face as he keeps looking anywhere by at you. “Were you jealous?”
Peter immediately looks up at you and opens his mouth as if he wants to disagree with you, but he seems unable to form a proper sentence, so you take it as the truth.
“Peter, why?” You ask him. “Why would you be jealous of Ned, you’re both my best friends, there’s nothing to be jealous off” You would have thought that would at least clear up some of the weird behaviour he was acting, yet as you mentioned him as your best friend, it was like it made it worse. And then it finally dawned on you, the gazes that Michelle talked about, the ones you caught him doing in the queue, the blush the kiss on the cheek had caused, the call yesterday and the stupid excuse to why he called you.
“Does this have anything to do with why you made up a stupid excuse for a chemistry project just so you could talk to me yesterday?” You ask quietly, afraid that you have touched on something completely wrong and is about to embarrass and possibly reveal yourself, but this time when you ask, he looks up at you, straight on, and he no longer looks annoyed, no with the look he’s sending you, you know you’ve hit bulls eye.
“Maybe” You hear a small mutter, as a small blush started spreading on the boy’s cheek. Suddenly it’s like you can finally breathe properly again. It’s been 2 long years of you crushing on a boy, and it’s been 2 long days of you overthinking everything, but now, with a blush and ‘maybe’ you can breathe, because you know you aren’t going crazy.
“Peter Parker, you are a moron,” You say, but with a small laughter in your voice, this causes Peter to look up at you. “But you’re a cute one” you add with a small smile, and you can’t help but laugh again as Peter is standing with his mouth slightly agape as he stares at you.
“The reason I was hugging Ned” You start, wanting to at least clear the air, “Was because I told him that I liked someone, who I didn’t think liked me back. That someone, was you” You breathe out a breath you have been holding, but now you’re the one who looks to the ground, as you don’t want to face Peter. Sure, he might be a blushing mess, but at least he isn’t the one that put everything out in the open and was now just standing awaiting some kind of acknowledgment or response to it.
And what a response you got. It was two fast steps for him to walk from the lockers over to you, before his hands were placed carefully on both of your cheeks, and before his lips met yours.
It was sweet and chaste, but it was like honey for you as you had imagined this for too long now. As Peter leaned back out again, he ran a thumb down your cheek affectionately, and you couldn’t help but hum a bit as you opened your eyes again, only to be met by Peter who was smiling so sweetly.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long now” He whispered with a small giggle.
“Can’t say I would have minded if you had done it a lot sooner, it would have saved me a lot of overthinking” You laughed. Peter laughed a bit as he apologized. “That’s alright, this is good too” You hummed before leaned in again for another kiss, only to bump your nose into as you had both leaned in.
“Sorry, I’m not the best at this” You giggled, only to have Peter join.
“Well neither am I” He just said.
“I still can’t believe that you were jealous of Ned though,” You said with a laugh. “He’s my best friend, and he isn’t the one I’ve been crushing on for the past couple of years now”
“Well, I don’t know, it’s just, it’s been so long with me wanting to have something with you, and then after the whole thing with the internship happened, you were there, and I could lean up against you, and it felt so good. So, when you held my hand the next day and even gave me a kiss on the cheek, it felt like something special, something I could hold on to. But then I saw you hug Ned today, the same way you hugged me, and I don’t know, it was like whatever I had thought I had with you was just taken away.” He confesses shyly.
“Well, how about this then” You spoke with a small smile “I will promise you that all of my kisses from now on belong to you” You leaned over and kissed him once on the cheek, the nose, and finally met his lips again.
“That sounds perfect,” Peter said with a wide smile.
“But you definitely still need to go back and apologize to Ned for being such an ass, especially over something as stupid as this,” You said sternly, still not agreeing with the way that he handled the jealousy over for his best friend.
“I will, right after this” He promise you before looking up at you with a smile. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you please go to homecoming with me,” Peter asked shyly, and you couldn’t help but laugh that he would still feel so shy asking you when it hadn’t even been a minute since you kissed him.
“Of course I do” You just said happily before you leaned in for another taste of that sweet, sweet honey.
‘You Mean Everything, Especially To Me ‘ - Peter Parker Imagine (Part 2)
(Part 1) (Part 3)
Paring: Peter Parker x Female!Reader
Summary: It’s the day after you spend the most of the evening comforting Peter over his loss of the internship with Stark, still unknowingly about what it really was, and you’re waiting for him to come to school. Through the school day you try to be there as a comfort for him, but you also find out some stuff hinting that maybe your infatuation isn’t completely one sided.
Word Count: 2.6k
Warning: None really.
A/N: So I’m already writing part 3, and I think I might be able to finish it before I start in school again, so you won’t have to wait 2 monhts to get the final part of this piece.
It was 5 min until class starts, and instead of rushing to your class that in reality is on the other side of school, you are standing leaning up against Peter’s locker, keeping your eyes on the doorway into the school, because of a certain boy that have yet to show up yet.
He had given you a promise that he would, last night, when the two of you were still under the covers in his bed. A bit later into the evening, he had seemed better, and the two of you had started talking instead of you just holding him close, it had even reached a point where he started thinking about the future now that the internship was not a part of that. You had talked about how for the last couple of months he had prioritized the internship over school, which had left him skipping some classes, like his Spanish test and other stuff, that now when he had some more time, he should maybe focus a bit more on the school stuff. At one point, you had asked him just why it was that Tony Stark would even arrange times where it would mean he would have to skip the classes in the first place, immediately he had started blabbering a bit, coming up with some strange excuse that couldn’t have been true. You decided to ignore the secret but just put weight on how things seemed right back to normal now.
However, now, staring at the door at the end of the hallway to the entrance Peter usually arrived in from, you were starting to get unsure if he would keep his promise. Sure one thing would be promising it yesterday, when it was still far away, another thing was waking up the next day still keeping to those words. You couldn’t help but think that maybe he would stay home for another day, after all yesterday he had said that the worst part was waking up and finding out it wasn’t a dream but a reality.
But just as you were about to turn around to make sure that you at least made it to class, the doors opened and Peter walked in. Immediately a wide smile breaks out on your face, and you are slightly happy for the almost deserted hallway, as you can’t stop yourself from almost running over to him to embrace him in a hug. “Knew you would come” you mutter in his ear before leaning back to let him escape the hug, but Peter just hugs you tighter, holding you for a bit longer with his head nestled in the crook of your neck.
“Well I promised” he sighs. You stay like that for a short moment longer, before you remember that class is about to start.
“Alright, I gotta go to class, but I’ll see you and Ned in the cafeteria for lunch” you state as you gather your bag from the floor where you threw it when you saw Peter, before you make a run for it to make it to class. You manage to find your seat just as the bell go off, and the teacher starts talking. However you find, that even if you are in your favourite class, your thoughts still go to Peter, in hopes that he’s alright.
By the time lunch come around, your focus had changed to be on school, so it’s a pleasant surprise that when you meet Ned and Peter at your usual table in the cafeteria Peter is smiling, it might be a smaller smile than what he usually wears, but it’s a start nonetheless. You sit down next to Peter just in time for Ned to start talking about a Star Wars controversy he felt he needed to discuss. You aren’t surprised, but though you would normally sigh because you have different fandom opinions on a lot of topic, today you welcome it gladly, as it’s anything else than the elephant in the room. However half way through his explanation that have only received two outbursts of a disagreement on your side, you look over at Peter to see that, very unlike him, he is sitting quietly through the conversation. Usually he offers a third opinion on it, or he agrees with Ned, never quite with you on this topic, and though that is a nice addition, you would rather have him bickering with you than being so uncharacteristically quiet.
As Ned continue his argument, you take your hand below the table and puts it on Peter’s knee and gives him a little squeeze. You keep you eyes on Ned, not wanting to make him question Peter if he’s alright or anything, but out of the corner of your eye, you see Peter sit straight up by your touch, before turning to look at you. You turn to give him a small comforting smile before once again turning back to Ned to try not make a big deal out of it, though while still keeping your hand there.
As you start your third outburst to ned’s argument, you feel Peter’s hand coming down on top of your own. At first you think it is to remove it, so you make a move to take your hand back, but you find it is quite the opposite, as Peter places his hand on top of yours to keep it in place.
If you smile a bit more and feel lighter in your body as you argue why no matter the plot development, it would never be okay for Reylo to kill off Leia Organa Solo, well then no seems to notice. Or well, almost no one.
When next class came around, you sat at your usual seat, but was quickly surprised to find that Michelle sat down next to you, unlike at her usual seat in the back where she could sit alone. Unsure what to do in those sort of situations, you found it better to just sit completely still, and act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. And it worked fine at first, but then Michelle leaned over to you and started talking “So what’s going on between you and Peter then?”
Immediately your first reaction is a mix of fear for her knowing your crush on Peter, and what she’s even talking about, and what would even make her think that, but in a mix of all your mix of emotions, you just kind of exclaim a ton of different sounds causing most people in the room to look at you.
As you feel your cheeks heating up most likely showing a rather tinted blush spreading over your cheeks, you try to lower your head so that you won’t attract that much attention. It is both because you’re not sure what the hell that sound that just came out of your mouth was, but also because you can imagine you would rather not have people listen in on the conversation you were about to have.
“Uhm” You say in an attempt to figure out which one of the other thoughts you should try to get into words. You turn to look up at Michele, who had leaned back out from the closeness she previously had when your mouth decided to betray you with those noises. “Where did you get that idea from?” You ask, finally deciding on what to start out with.
“Well, there’s the hand holding thing you guys started doing under the tables in the cafeteria” Michelle just states looking at you. You could almost feel your heart feeling light again, as it was only that she picked it up on.
“Oh that, oh that’s nothing” You said with a small smile, but looking up again to see Michelle’s looking intensely at you, maybe that wasn’t quite the answer she was expecting. “Well nothing in the sense that he have just been having a hard time lately, so I was just making sure he was alright, you know, cause we’re friends, just friends, close friends sure, but just friends” You tried selling it off as nothing else, but well, you weren’t really sure you did such a good job.
“Do you usually start smiling, and keep it going non-stop for like 20 min after comforting a friend who’s going through a hard time?” Michelle asked while looking at you, once again intensely.
“Well no, it wasn’t like that, I was just, you know, happy that he was doing alright, that kind of smile”
“It wasn’t though” Michelle replied, confirming that she seemed to be seeing right through every argument you made, though that could also be because your argumentation was slowly slipping away from you. It was also really unfair that your debating was so poorly with your emotions when it was so good in debating class.
“How did you even notice that?” You asked, in an attempt to put the focus on her instead of you.
“What, I’m just really observant. But when you started smiling non-stop while arguing with Ned, it did look a bit weird…” Michelle just stated.
“Alright, but anyway, that was just friend stuff, purely friend stuff, nothing else” You said, maybe more to yourself than to her though.
“Okay but then what about the lingering looks the two of you have been sending each other for the long last while then?” She asked, causing you to almost get whiplash from how quickly you turned back to look at her after that.
“Wait the what now?” You asked, this time causing her to retreat the smug smile that had been building up through your awkwardness.
“That you didn’t know about… okay” Michelle just said before taking her stuff and moving to her backseat, leaving you curious and what she just meant, and unable to focus on anything else.
You wanted to yell out to ask her what the hell that had been about, and also ask her to clarify the ‘the looks the two of you have been sending each other’. However, since you had already made a fool out of yourself once this class, you kept quiet, in good time too, as the teacher walked into the room, and was instead left to sit with her thoughts churning at high speed.
‘The two of you’ what did she mean with that? Because sure, you probably knew that you might spend a slightly unnatural amount of time looking at Peter times to times, but the way that she explicitly said ‘The two of you’ it clearly hinted that she wasn’t alone in the gazing. Was there a chance, however small, that perhaps her thoughts about him was completely one sided. The idea, even the small little chance of it made her heart race, and her mind go into overthinking. Because looking back to the recent two days, there had been a sort of intimacy, that even in the worst of both of your moments, you’ve never really reached that point, before now that is. With the hand holding at lunch, that perhaps when looking at with fresh eyes wasn’t completely friendly related, not to mention the previous night, even after he had started laughing a bit and feeling better, he still showed a want to stay in her embrace, while there remained a constant touching, even if it was at least just a finger. Could it really be?
As the teacher started to introduce the topic of today’s class, you knew that you couldn’t spend it day dreaming. Instead you tried to put those thoughts at the back of your mind, while you tried tackling the math problem ahead of you, then you could tackle the other problem later.
When the class finished along with the school day, you finally thought that you would have some time to think over the new development in an area you thought was stuck in the ‘never possibly ever’ category, that was until Ned came running down the hall looking for you. Immediately you got worried, as first of all Ned wasn’t fond of running unless he really needed too, and also, Peter wasn’t alongside him, even though you had all planned to hang out a bit after school in the lunch break.
“Ned, what is it?” You asked as he reached you.
“It’s Peter. He was send to the office” Ned said while wheezing from air after having run across half the school to get you, and you now understood why. You immediately send yourself into a run as fast as you could to head to the principal’s office, while your mind started flying to the worst-case scenarios.
At first you thought the problem of him skipping school and having it as secondary priority would just mean that he would now have to work a bit harder to catch up and all, not that he would have to be called in for a talk with the principal. At the school it wasn’t really a common thing to be called into the principal’s office, and when you were, it usually wasn’t for something good. So the worst case scenario immediately went to you thinking that he was going to get kicked out of school, or something along those lines, and you weren’t that sure how well he was doing lately to be met with those drastic changes.
You arrived at the principal’s office just in time for you through the window into the office that they were getting up to shake hands. And just as the door opened, Ned immediately started frantically talking before the door to the office had even been closed behind Peter.
“Are you expelled? Do you get to go on that high school on 46 where the principal has a crossbow?” Ned said almost in spitfire mode.
“Ned calm down. Also I’m pretty sure that’s a myth,” You said laying a hand on Ned’s shoulder to calm him down. “Are you expelled though?” You asked turning to look at Peter.
“No, I’m not” Peter said, causing both you and Ned to let out a breath you were holding. “He just told me to try and keep my head straight”
“You are so lucky” Ned said before making an excuse to go get some water to minimise the wheezing from the run.
Peter not looking that much better though, even though it was true he is lucky, started following him towards the hallway, however before he reached it there, you grabbed his hand and held him back quickly. He looks your way with that little smile that hints he’s okay, but not really, and your mind starts racing again. You come back to the thing Michelle mentioned, causing you to once again think on whether or not your infatuation with him is only one sided.
So out of a spur of a moment, you reach up, and give him a kiss on the cheek, before leaning back again. “Yeah, lucky” you whisper.
You look at him, trying to figure out something, though you’re afraid of the laughter that’s going to come and hint that you’re silly, and that what even was that. But that’s when a small blush starts forming on his cheeks, and your breath catches a bit because of the shyness he’s showing.
He turns to look over at you, and he is smiling a little smile again, but it’s different than the other one, and it seems like he’s about to say something.
“Are you guys coming or what?” Ned asks as he comes around the corner to look for you. Both of you immediately back a step away from each other before following after Ned.
‘You mean everything, especially to me’ - Peter Parker Imagine (Part 1)
(Part 2) (Part 3)
Paring: Peter Parker x Female!Reader
Request: Prompt #2 “You can’t solve your problems by hiding in bed all day” & #64 “I didn’t realise it meant so much to you”
Summary: Occurs after the ferry incident, all you know is that Peter (Both best friend and the boy you’re in love with) have lost the Stark internship, and knowing only how much it meant to him, you go to comfort him. Basically, the first part is angst with sad Peter, next parts are more fluffy
Word Count: 3k
Warning: A sad Peter Parker after the ferry incidents. However there aren’t really any spoilers in it to reveal anything about the ferry incident or things that follow.
A/N: To the anon who requested this Peter Parker imagine, your message was a bit unclear, whether it was an angsty one where Y/N comforts the reader while having feelings for him and then neither one of them confesses that they have feelings, or whether or not that have been the past, and that now they would confess. So because I was unsure what you wanted, I just went along and wrote the first part to the first part, but I have it planned to continue where a confession between them will come up, and where it ends in fluff overload.
Star Wars was on the little television in Ned’s room, but even though it was the death star attack run that was happening on screen, neither Ned nor you were focusing that much on it. Sure you had both seen it a bit too many times, but no, it was the text message you had both received from Peter’s aunt May that was causing there to be a silence covering the room. Earlier on the day, you had both received a call from May, desperate for any information on the whereabouts of Peter, especially considering the large accident that had taken place on the river with the ferry. You had told her you had no idea where he was, nor did you know of of any plans he had of using the ferry today, and that all you knew was that the three of you still had the plan to meet up at Ned’s place in the evening, to watch some Star Wars. With the promise of updating her the moment that you knew anything, you had hung up, and you hadn’t heard from her before some hours later, after both you and Ned had met up at his place, and waited for Peter for some time. The message was short and simple, but it was heart breaking nonetheless.
‘Peter’s home now. He lost the Stark Internship.’
It was no secret how much that internship meant to Peter. It had pretty much been all the boy had talked about ever since he went to Berlin with Tony Stark himself for a fund thing. So knowing that he had lost it, well May needn’t say more for you to figure out that he must be feeling heartbroken. But that didn’t change the fact that you wanted to hear more and that you wanted to be there for him, anything you could do to try and help out and to make him feel better.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t go over to him, bring some snacks and then just watch the movies over there?” You turned to ask Ned, once again. However, you got the same response, him looking rather uncomfortable, but with a certain answer, that it probably wouldn’t be for the best. You felt like he was hiding something, as if he knew something that you didn’t. However, you didn’t ask further into it, as you were sort of drained from energy after worrying about Peter as well for most of the evening. So you just sat back and watched Luke Skywalker managing the perfect hit and destroying the death star.
For a while, you were certain that Ned had to be right, that there was nothing to worry about, and that Peter would show up again tomorrow and though off course things would still be bad so close after loosing the internship, he would be better and be able to move on. When next day came around, you were completely proven wrong, as you found that Peter had not shown up to school. One thing was missing watching Star Wars movies with you and Ned that always seemed to cheer him up, no matter how bad he was feeling, but it was another thing to miss a whole day of school. The last time that had happened when after the death of his uncle Ben.
By the end of the day you had decided with yourself that you would stop by, but you were also not going to tell Ned about it, since he would for sure try to stop you, for a reason you still didn’t know what was.
So after English class, you made a run for it, so that you could catch the first subway that left from the school. When arriving at Peter and May’s place, you stood for a moment considering how to go about it, but went along with the decision that knocking would be the best way to go, especially when you came un-announced, only to receive no answer from anyone inside, even after five knocks. Instead, you managed to get the extra key hidden on top of the doorway, for when either Peter or May was forgetful and lost their key or something. You let yourself in, and tried to do so quietly, as you realised there might be a chance that Peter was sleeping or something along that. Remaining quietly you made your way through the apartment to the door to Peters room, where you knocked again. You waited for a bit, but after no answer, you were contemplating whether or not maybe you should leave now, leave him to catch some rest, but knowing how you had already made it so far, you decided leaving now would just be silly. So letting yourself into the room you knew so well, you walked closer to the bed, to find that there were a big bump under the covers, most likely hiding the boy you were looking for.
“Peter?” You spoke into the room, but when getting no answer, you neared the bed, still making sure to be cautious in case you were right, which it turned out you were, the boy was fast asleep. You looked around you for a bit, unsure what to do, before seeing an empty mug sitting on the desk beside the bed, suddenly getting an idea.
You went back into the kitchen and closed the door to the sleeping boy behind you. Knowing exactly where to look due to the many visits you had paid to the apartment before, you found out two mugs, set some water over, and found the powder for hot chocolate. It had been a good way of eradicating sadness that you had learned from your mother ever since you were a kid, and having had a rather bad day while you were visiting Peter’s place before, you had found out it was a thing that was employed in this household too. As soon as the water had reached boiling point, you made two cups ready, before making your way back into the room.
The sleeping boy was in the exact same spot you had left him, mainly under the covers, clearly hugging himself for some comfort. When you sat down the two cups on the desk and sat on the side of the bed, finding his head slightly hidden under the cover, and started pulling your fingers through his hair to wake him up gently, you noticed that his cheek showed signs of crying, clearly dried in now, but still very much present. It made your heart ache a bit more. One thing was knowing how hurt he was about the loss of the internship, another thing was seeing the tears shed by it all.
“Peter” You whispered while you kept pulling your fingers through the hair. Slowly, and after a couple more repetitions of his name, he started stirring under the covers, until you saw his eyes blink open.
“Heya” You sang, as he turned to look up at you. When he had stared at you for a couple of seconds, as if he was making sure that he wasn’t dreaming, he started sitting up, while looking severely confused.
“Y/N?” He said in a questioning tone, you felt best to just smile. “What are you doing here?” He asked as he looked around and found the alarm clock to check what the time was.
“Well, you didn’t show up for the Star Wars movie yesterday, and I found out you never showed up for school today either, so I decided to stop by” You spoke quietly, afraid to talk to loud in case you would end up making him flinch or something. However by your words he looked away from you, and instead focused on his laps, making you almost want that he would rather flinch then send the covers in his laps those sad eyes.
“I also brought the best cure to sadness that is known to mankind” You said as you turned around getting the two cups of still steaming hot chocolate. “Hot chocolate and hugs and cuddles from a friend who loves you very much” You said with a smile, causing the lift of the side of Peters lips as he looked up. It wasn’t much, but it would do. Peter reached out and took Darth Wader cup out of your hands, and you told him to scooch over a bit so that you could sit leaned up against the wall next to him, and with your legs covered a bit by the covers.
For a while it was just silent, minus the sound of both of your blowing on the hot chocolate or starting sip of them when it became fine enough temperature to drink. They manage to get half way through the hot chocolate before the silence becomes too much for you.
“So do you want to talk about it?” You asked quietly, partly afraid of bringing it up, but also knowing that there was a silence in the room that wouldn’t disappear before the topic had been brought up.
Peter turned to look at her, and for a moment he looked so deeply into her eyes with such tired and vulnerable eyes that she actually thought he was going to reveal the troubles of his heart. And by that, revealing just what it was about the stark internship, as ever since he got it, there seemed to have been this concept of secrecy about it, even one that reached beyond just what kind of projects they were working on, but something lying on just why it had been so important to him. But just as you expect him to spill the beans, he looks down at the remaining hot chocolate in the cup and mutters “I can’t really talk about it.”
You understand, because really there is nothing else you can do. Your friendship for the last couple of months had been full of secrecy and things that he couldn’t explain but expected you to understand nonetheless. So you tried your best to understand again why it was, even though that a small part of you had partly been hoping that now when the Stark Internship had ended, maybe some of the secrecy would have ended too. But that rant wasn’t what he needed right now, what he needed right now was someone who understood, yet still remained by his side, so that was what you were going to be.
“It’s alright, I don’t need to know what happened. I just want to hear if you’re okay.” You spoke in her calm voice. She didn’t expect it to be an easy question to answer, but after his silence continued you turned to look at him, only to see his head was bent downwards, with his eyes closed, and a small tear flowing down his chin.
You quickly took his cup out of his hands and placed it on the desk with yours before turning back to hold Peter in your embrace as the tears starts flowing freely. You start stroking his hair again, and feel his other hand taking a hold of your shirt to clutch it tight as he lets the tears and sobs out.
“I didn’t realise it meant so much to you” You whispered to him quietly, because it was the truth. Sure, it was Tony freaking Stark and all that, and it was an internship that meant so much to him, but in the end, you had always just thought of it as just an internship. However, with the way he was reacting you couldn’t help but feel that maybe there was something else to it, something else that was the reason that he couldn’t really talk about it.
As you tried soothing him, you heard half of a mumble he was saying into your shirt. “What did you say?” You asked.
“I fucked up” He muttered a little bit louder as he lifted his head a bit from where it was buried in your shirt. “I thought everything was going so well, that I had handled it. But I didn’t, I couldn’t have, cause apparently I just fuck things up, and now… now I’m nothing” You felt a little crack, and you were pretty sure it was your heart breaking by the words spoken by him.
“Don’t say that” you whispered. However it didn’t seem like he had heard you, so instead you leaned back a bit and took his face in your hands, before you looked him in the eye so you were sure he heard you. “Don’t ever say you’re nothing. You are not nothing, you are everything good in this world, and you mean everything, especially to me” You felt a tear escaping your left eye slowly, but you remained eye contact with Peter, so that he could look you in the eye, and so that he could see you weren’t lying or hiding anything. Because you wasn’t, not now. Just for this you would put all your emotions right into the open, if only it would make him understand just how much he meant to you, and then you would deal with the repercussion of it later.
See the thing was, when you had told him that you brought the best cure for sadness for mankind, hot chocolate, and hugs and cuddles from a friend who loved him very much. Well, some part of that sentence was more true than the other. You did love him, oh so very much, but the friend part… well that one was a bit more uncertain. You had all started out as friends, you, Ned and Peter, but through the last couple of years, well something had changed for you. You started noticing things about him that you hadn’t before, like how his smile could truly lit up a room, or at least your heart. And like how whenever he got teased by Flash, you both wanted to kick Flash’s ass to Jupiter, but also when Peter then started becoming shy and feeling vulnerable afterwards, you felt a need to hug him and kiss him, on the head would do, but you felt a need to kiss those plumb lips of his. And you also started noticing how he looked after Liz with longing eyes. Sure, you knew Ned was doing it too, but the way Peter was looking at her, it made you want to be her, just for a moment so that you could have those eyes directed at you. It became pretty clear to you that the friend part had changed over the past years. But that was just you, Peter had looked at you the same way he always had, and sure it made your stomach flip, but it wasn’t like he was looking at Liz, it wasn’t with that kind of love in his eyes.
But right now, you knew that he needed to see some of that love you felt for him, because he needed to see that he was loved, not just by Stark as an accomplished student with a brilliant mind, but by the people around him, who felt that he was everything to them. So you kissed his head, and you held him with a want to never let go before that beautiful smile was back on his face again, because you knew that right now was not the time to put more worries into his head.
“It’s alright” You whispered while holding him closer, allowing him to let out all the tears he needed to let out for him to feel better, while you kept pulling your fingers through his hair. You weren’t quite sure how long you ended up sitting there, but the hot chocolate had gone totally cold when the front door to the apartment opened, and the sound of May dropping her keys on the table by the front door reached you in Peters room.
Peter didn’t show any intention to move away from the embrace, then again it wasn’t the first time the two of you had comforted each other like this, and it wasn’t the first time that May had walked in on it either, so there was no real need to get up and to owe her any kind of explanation. So when May entered the room after knocking on the door, she only gave the two of you a quick look before giving you a small smile as she mouthed a ‘thank you’, before closing the door behind her, leaving the two of you in privacy again.
It was nice, you had to admit, just holding him and just being with him like this, without any of the boundaries you usually put up, and the ones he used to have up. But no matter how nice it was, you also knew what needed to happen.
“You know, when I feel bad, my mom usually brings me this cure, hot chocolate in bed and cuddles. It’s a winner almost every time. But in the end, the cuddling and eating isn’t really what gets me out of bed, it’s the fact that I know in bed I can’t quite face the problems, or face what I have lost” Peter stirred a bit in your arms as you talked. “It’s the same for you. You can’t solve your problems by hiding in bed all day”
“I know” you heard a muffled voice mutter. “But let me just stay in your arms a bit longer”
You heart skipped a beat, and you hoped that he wouldn’t be able to hear it even with his head approximately over your heart. It was nothing you told yourself, because this you actually knew, it was nothing, and that was just that. So instead you didn’t say anything to disagree with him, as it meant that you would be able to hold him just for that bit longer.
“That, I can certainly do” You said as you gave him a peck of a kiss on the forehead and held him close.
Request: Prompt #26 “All I wanted was you”, #27 “Do you still love me” “I don’t know anymore”” & #28 “Please get over me, we can’t get back together” “How can I get over you when you’re my entire world”
Summary: Peter and you have previously been in a relationship, but you broke it off when the life of dating Spiderman without knowing whether he was gonna come back alive became too much. Some time have passed and you both happen to be at Michelle’s party, where the two of you end up talking, but memories of the past doesn’t make it easy. Fair warning, it is full on angst.
Word Count: 2.4k
Warning: Some swear words and some harsh truths about being in a relationship with Spiderman
A/N: A repetition of the last post, again, I’m sorry for the lack of updates, but with school slowly killing me, I don’t have as much time as I would want to write. But yeah, had some time on hand, so to the anon who requested this one, hope it was what you were thinking off.
It is a warm summer evening in New York, and a small birthday party is occurring in a small apartment in queen. Most of the guests of the party is inside, laughing at a Ned and Michelle dancing a homemade dance routine to ’Hollaback girl’, but on the fire escape staircase on the side of the building, one of the guests are standing enjoying the mild breeze coming through the alley. Her name is Y/N, and as much as it is a nice feeling to be cooled down by the breeze, it wasn’t the reason she sought away from the company in the apartment. No the reason for her escaping through the window is because of a certain boy laughing with the rest of the guests inside with a wide smile that makes her heart ache. A boy who’s lips she’s tasted and who’s love she shared. But now that is so no longer, and not because she didn’t still love him, but because she loved him too much, too much to see him hurt the way that he had hurt.
The boy inside had a secret, a little spider secret, a secret of which Y/N had been aware of, and of which she had been happy for him because to prove how pure of heart he was, he used the gift to help everyone he could. However, after a particular difficult encounter with a vulture criminal, he had come knocking on her window as he had done so many times before, but this time she was speechless as she saw the fractured ribs and more bruises she could possibly count, though it wasn’t for a lack of trying. It had been something she hadn’t really realized how bad it was before this encounter, and it scared the living shit out of her. However, he had calmed her down that he, besides getting the other gifts, had also received the gift of quick healing, so there was nothing to worry about. But though the bruises did mend and disappear, the image of a beaten up Peter didn’t disappear from Y/N’s mind.
The bruises kept coming though, smaller than it had been, but even the smaller black eyes that Y/N noticed just brought her back into that room where she was trying to clean up multiple of Peters wounds. But the worst hadn’t even come to happen, as suddenly a gigantic spaceship was hovering over New York and monsters once more fell on New York. The only Y/N saw of her Spiderman was on the news where some reporter had gone close enough to film a fight in which Spiderman had participated, and of which he was suddenly beaten out of frame without getting up again, before the feed went black. For two days she got no news or sign of him being alive, it was two days without sleep or food or any mental peace, until she finds a beaten and bruised boy dressed in blue and red knocking on her window. For a half hour she just held him, without letting go, and without holding back tears. It was then she had told him that her heart couldn’t handle it. Every time he showed up broken and bruised, her heart got a bit more bruised awaiting to be broken completely due to the strain. He would have to make a choice, between her and between him being Spiderman. He couldn’t do both, because her heart couldn’t take much more of worrying about him. He immediately picked her, as he knew that there was no way he could go without her.
And so, he put away his costume, and he put his arms around her instead.
For a while, her heart started healing, and their relationship didn’t have a huge strain on it anymore, it was back to careless laughter. But off course things aren’t that simple, as she started getting her smile back, she saw a struggle in him every time he heard a siren in the distance. And then it came, the return of Thanos. She found out when she saw him on the news again flying along side the Avengers. She simply tried to look away and wrote him a message, telling him to be safe, but that he shouldn’t come knocking at her window again.
That had been how they had left it, and now a half year later, they had managed to leave each other alone so that they could get over each other, and so that Y/N could avoid seeing his bruises. Their friend group had been curious about the split, but only Ned and Michelle knew the truth of what had caused the split, the rest had been made to believe it had been a bad split, which was why they wanted to create some distance between each other.
It had worked for most of the time, but this party had been an exception. Michelle had invited them both, and Y/N who had felt she was the one who had to create distance between Ned and Michelle as well for a while so that they didn’t have to choose between her and Peter, was missing the two of them, a lot. So when Michelle had given her the invitation with a pleading look that just this once that she would come, she had accepted. At first it had gone alright, Y/N had come early to help out Michelle with decorating and making the apartment ready, and when the first guests had shown up it had been like it used to with laughter and jokes, and when Ned came it was only better. But then when only one guests was missing, and there was a knock on the door, Y/N had made a run for it, to the fire escape where she had been hiding for the last 15 min.
She knew she was being silly, as they had been friends beforehand, why couldn’t they be it again. But it was a lot easier pretending to be friends when you were at a school with over a hundred other students you could hide amongst, but being in a room with only 10 other people suddenly made it a lot harder, so she had taken the easy way out, which was to literally go outside. Except she hadn’t quite managed to skip it all.
As she was staring out from the alley into the road where people were passing, she heard the window behind her open up, and when she turned around, the face she had so wanted to avoid was staring right at her.
Once again she made a bail for it and walked over to Peter on her way to get inside again, but before she reached the window, Peter stood in between her and the window blocking her from her exit plan.
“Please, just, can we talk” Peter asked pleadingly. Y/N knew immediately when the sound of a bit of distress in his voice made her stop up, that her hearts aching would be the downfall of her integrity on the matter. Nothing had changed even though she had taken her distance too him, she was still as merciless to him as she had been before. In hopes of at least making it out of the conversation without shedding a tear, Y/N made a move to create as much distance between them as possible, by walking over to the staircase and sitting down. Peter seemed to have gotten what she meant with walking away from him, and stayed by the window, allowing Y/N at least that much breathing space on the small platform.
After Peter had sat down on the windowsill, he fell silent, matching the lack of any contribution to the conversation Y/N was offering. His plan had just to get her alone so that they could talk, but that was as far as his plan had gone, leaving him with nothing else then silence.
“I miss you” He stuttered, meeting her eyes.
“Don’t” Y/N whispered and looked away.
“Ned and Michelle misses you too” Peter added. From the lack of any comments asking him to stop, he figured this was the safer option to get out. “Ned still insists that you’re a better player at Overwatch than I am” Peter jokes, causing Y/N’s lips to twist a bit into a smile, Peter only just notices it, but takes it as a silent ‘go on’. “It’s worse with Michelle though, she goes after both Ned and I, claiming that there is too much testerone in the friend group now that you’re not there to equal the odds a bit more.”
“I don’t know if I would call Michelle the biggest contributor to the Estrogen level though” Y/N mumbles while looking out of the alley again, making sure not to meet Peter’s eyes. Peter however, focuses solely on her, as even small comments like this is the most communication he have gotten from what feels like ages for him, so he’ll take all he can get.
“Well maybe not. But it was always easier for everyone when the two of you were together, because then she’d have someone to complain to, so it didn’t just affect us straight on. Two weeks ago she was threatening to break our Lego death star.” Peter stated, clearly looking just worried by the thought of that coming to become a reality.
“You were always proud of that one” Y/N added, this time looking in his directions at least.
“Well I think you would be pretty proud if you managed to build a 3803 piece of art in under 3 hours too”
“Come back to me when you manage to build the new Lego Millennium Falcon building set with 7500 pieces” Y/N commented, and looked up at to see Peter looking with an agape mouth at her, and suddenly she couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She got lost in the humour of it all, and therefore didn’t notice how Peter was still silent, and how he was staring rather lost at her. The sight of Y/N smiling and laughing like that brought him back, to the times where he had made her laugh like that all the times, and when she had calmed down he had always kissed her, because seeing her this happy, he couldn’t help but show her his love for her. And before he could stop himself, the word had left his mouth
“Do you still love me” Y/N’s laughter quickly stopped, and she met Peters lingering stare. She started looking around in hopes that something would help her to what she should answer, but the only options there were to jump of the side of the building to escape having to deal with this, but as that would most likely fail, she was left with only option, talking. But what could she answer, tell him the truth, that she had never stopped loving him and that she probably never would, or say no, knowing very well it would break his heart, the one thing that his quick healing skills couldn’t help him with.
“I don’t know anymore” She responded, without meeting his eyes. She couldn’t get herself to tell him no, even though she knew that was what she should have said, he needed to get over her, and she needed to get over him. There were no other way. For the outcome that in the end would be the best for both of them, some hurting couldn’t be escaped. Seeing the look on Peters face because of her words however, led to her for a moment thinking otherwise.
“Listen. Peter” Y/N started out with, but unsure just how to tell her with ease, she hesitated. But who was she kidding, there were no way to ease this, it had to be like a band aid, so that the wound could get some air and heal. “Please get over me, we can’t be together” She said in an attempt to rip of the band aid, before turning her back to Peter to face the alleyway instead, as at least the alleyway couldn’t make faces that would make her wish she never spoke.
“No. No I can’t” She heard Peter say, before a hand was placed on her shoulder and she was being turned around to face Peter. “How can I get over you when you were my entire world” He looked angry, because being angry was easier to deal with than the dark pit inside of him that wanted him to cry, and crying wouldn’t help him at all here, he didn’t want to be weak.
But he wasn’t the only one who was angry. Y/N put her hands on Peters chest to move him away from her.
“No you were my entire world! Which is why I can’t do this” She shouted at him, not caring that she could see a couple of guys in the apartment looking out to the window. “You meant everything to me, which is why I couldn’t last to see you bruised and beaten up, when I knew that the next time you might not come back in one piece, and I’m speaking literal here. I don’t know how many times where I have feared the day where you wouldn’t come knocking at my window, where you wouldn’t come home at all. And don’t you dare making me be the bad guy for worrying about you.” Y/N sneered at him, while pushing him further back towards the window, in need to just getting her anger out. When she had backed him all the way to the wall, she stopped.
“All I wanted was you. But if the only you I can get, is a half dead one who have a hero dilemma where you can only focus on saving other’s life and then just throws your own around as if it is nothing important, then I can’t be with you.” Her voice trembled, but her words were still strong, and by the stunned look on Peter’s face, she though that maybe now he had actually gotten it.
“Goodbye Peter” Y/N just spoke, with a calm and clear voice, before opening the window back into the party, where with tears in her eyes she said goodbye and apologized to Michelle before taking her jacket and leaving the company, with tears now streaming down her eyes.
A/N: So to the anon who requested this, I hope this is what you were aiming for when you meant angst, if you meant like angst and then get back together, then send me an ask and I’ll try and build up a part 2 for a sort of happy ending or something like that
Request: Prompt #9 “Is that my hoodie?”, #14 “I’m sorry. I can’t help but stare” & #33 “Do you love her/him?” “Yes” - Getting together
Word Count: 2.8k
Warning: None, it’s as the request said, just fluffy fluffiness, and embarrassing at point because it’s two young teens crushing on each other.
A/N: So sorry for the long wait for this imagine, but as I’ve posted before hand, I’ve started my final year in the IB Diploma programme, basically I have a lot more school work to do, which means that I can’t write as much as I would like. But I’m trying to get into a rhythm of at least writing a bit more. But yeah, my inbox is currently still closed because I still have like 10 imagines to write, and it’ll take a bit longer because school have started.
It was a quiet day at the Avengers compound, but then again that was unusual these days. Ever since the events of the Civil War between Tony and Steve, the compound where their personal quarters were, were usually a lot quieter. It didn’t help that Tony had left the country for a couple of days to do whatever he now did, meaning the only company you had been left with was Vision, and as much as he was a nice… guy? He wasn’t the best to hold a conversation with. So you had decided to refine yourself to your room, as here there was always something to do, that was one of the great things about having moved into the compound, you could decorate and fill your room with whatever you wanted, and there wasn’t a price limit. That meant that in your room, you had even managed to fit in a piano, though it was limited to an upright one and not a grand one, since the only limit to your decorating had been the space.
But having a piano around helped make the days a little less lonely, especially on days like this, which was why when you had left the common area and Vision behind, that was where you sought to, the piano. You had been playing it for a good while now, and it had become a thing you sought to in times of need to calm yourself, which after you had joined the Avengers, became more than it had before. It wasn’t that you didn’t like being an Avengers, it had become the best part of your life. You had felt like your had a purpose, and like your powers had a purpose, instead of feeling like it was a mistake, and beyond that, you had gotten a family! But that didn’t mean that everything was jolly days, as people died in this branch, and whether it was by an accident or it was in defence, you had killed some people too. You had learned, that no matter if it was an innocent or if it was someone who had caused trouble and threatened to kill others, it was a life nonetheless, and it was in those times that you sought to the piano, to soothe you, and to calm yourself.
Though, as you started playing, you realised it had been a while since you had used it like that. It wasn’t that you hadn’t had the need for it, rather the opposite, but you had found something else that soothed you as well, or rather someone.
The thought of that certain someone was in your mind as you decided to play freely. You had found that through some years of learning the notes, and learning how you could connect the emotions you had with the tone the piano had, writing songs had become a fun thing to do. Sometimes, like now, it was just a thing to get certain feelings out, but other times you taped your playing and wrote down the notes afterwards.
At this point though, your thoughts about that certain boy in your mind sprung lights notes of playfulness and of love into the song. Playfulness described your relationship rather good, as you were the only one this young on the team, and it had led you to connecting, and led you to having a good playful banter occasionally. The love that sprung in, was, as much as you hoped otherwise, one sided. Through everything you had been through with this guy, to missions you were together on, to the comforting embraces he gave you afterwards that you knew helped him with it as well, to the playful banter that could brighten your day at any time, you had fallen for him. He had been a rock in your elsewise uncertain life, and you had made the mistake of having your love turn into something more serious with him, when you knew that there was no chance you could ever hear those words from his mouth to you.
However, you were quickly pulled out of your trance as you heard the creaking of your door. You stopped playing as you turned around quickly, to see that very same boy you were thinking about standing in your doorway with an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help but stare and listen. But I was hoping I could manage not to disrupt your playing” Peter Parker apologized as he met your eyes.
“Oh no, it’s alright. At least you seemed apologetic, Vision have been known to fly through the walls, so thankfully I was only playing piano” You said with a small laughter, but by the look of his blushing face you realised how that could have sounded.
“Oh god no, nothing like that!” You quickly added. “Other things, you know… normal things, where I’m clothed” You added in a hurry, quickly realising that the best thing would really have just been to keep your mouth shut.
“Just, forget everything I just said” You mumbled before burrowing your head in your hands. But when you heard a chuckle you raised your head again to see Peter smiling kindly. God that smile as well, you had almost forgotten how it made those butterflies in your stomach fly around in rapid speed again.
“Anyway, it sounded beautiful” Peter said with a small smile.
“Oh thanks” You spoke, trying your hardest not to stutter or showing any signs of your whole world tumbling around because of a simple compliment.
“What was it about?” Peter asked before walking into your room, and sitting down on your bed, clearly deciding to make yourself comfortable.
“Well, uhm, it’s kinda about -“ you started as your turned around to face him.
“Is that my hoodie” Peter cut you off, as he got a better look of what you were wearing. You stared blushing as you looked down on the hoodie that he had forgotten at the compound some time ago. It might also be the same hoodie you stole out of the lost and found (Cause yeah even Avengers can be forgetful sometimes) as you recognised it to belong to the boy that occupied your thoughts more often than you would like to admit.
“Uhm is it?” You asked as you looked down at the hoodie to inspect it further, as if you didn’t already know every little crook and thread of the hoodie that you wore almost everyday.
“Unless you attend Midtown School of Science & Technology, then yeah, pretty sure that’s my hoodie.” Peter remarked with a laugh.
“Well, if you stop leaving stuff around all over the place then maybe you won’t find someone else wearing it the next time.” You just said before turning around to the piano again, feeling slightly flustered.
“Alright, alright” Peter just laughed. “Well it looks better on you anyway” he added with a laugh, and suddenly you found yourself very lucky that you had turned around so that he couldn’t see your slight blush that was forming on your neck and cheeks.
“Well, who knows, I might just keep it” You spoke calmly, while being anything but.
“Well, it suits you” Peter added as you started pushing some of the keys in a slow melody. “But only if we can make a trade” You stopped playing again and turned around.
“A trade?” You asked, only to receive a nod from his end. “Well I’m pretty sure you can’t fit those biceps down in any of my shirts, and if you were to try you would only break them”
“Not your clothes, though I appreciate the compliment!” You were about to comment that it wasn’t a compliment, though in reality yeah, you might have been admiring those biceps a bit too much anyway, so maybe it was. “More like, a favour” Peter said with a smirk.
“Oh yeah, like what?” You asked curiously.
“Write me a song”
“Sorry what?” You asked confused, and Peter smiling at you like that didn’t help you much in clearing your mind in understanding why he wanted to write you to write him a song.
“Write me a song. I mean I know you can, and I’ve already heard you play so I know it’s going to be good.” Peter said as he walked over and sat next to you on the piano bench.
“Okay then” You replied after a while, before with the use of your powers you brought over a piece of paper and a pen to write with, and your phone to record with.
“I love it when you do that” You turned to your head to see Peter staring at the things floating over to be placed at the music rack. “Never seize to bore me,” He said with a large smile, only causing you to blush. Your powers was still something you were getting use to, and it was only something you had until recently could be used for other stuff than defending yourself or others, it could be become something to use in cases like these, in normal cases, where it wasn’t something to fear. The smile on Peter’s face only made you remember it that much more, so you decided to have the pen do a loop de loop in the air before landing on the music rack, causing Peter to let out a small laugh.
“So” You quickly said, as you looked away from your longing gaze at Peter before placing your fingers on the keys. “What’s the song going to be about then?”
“Well, it’s about a girl” Peter spoke, causing you to fall dead silent.
Off course it’s going to be about a girl, properly that girl Liz you had heard him talk about so many times before, or some other girl, some pretty and non-complicated girl, unlike you. How foolish could you be.
“Okay” You swallowed deeply before trying to regain your focus on the task ahead of you. “So, you would properly want something slightly light then” You spoke with a strain, as you clicked the record button on your phone before you started playing a snippet of a music piece.
“Well, yeah, but also something with passion, because of how passionate she is about everything she cares for” Peter added. You changed the tone slightly to a slower melody and not so light tones.
“Yeah something like that, that sounds wonderful. But maybe also something mild because of how kind and pure her heart is, but still something, I don’t know, something where you can hear her bravery in the song, because she’s the bravest person I’ve ever met. But the melody got to be beautiful too, because I haven’t seen a prettier face with a smile on it, nor a more heart-breaking one when a tear falls down her cheek” As Peter went into depth explaining this perfect girl, this perfect girl that wasn’t you, you focused on the keys in front of you. You felt your heart break, a little piece by piece. But it never fell apart completely, because the joy in Peter’s voice was enough to assure you, that even if it wasn’t you he was talking about, it was still someone that could make him smile so much you could hear it through his rant. And wasn’t that the important part still.
Finally, Peter went quiet, and without looking up at him again, you started playing. You were trying to capture all of the things he had told you about this girl, this wonderful brave and beautiful girl, but in between it all, a little heart breaking was heard too, though you were seriously hoping Peter couldn’t hear that.
You finished the piece, and the only thing heard in the room was the after ringing of the last note you had struck.
“Do you love her? This girl you’re talking about?” You asked, still looking down at the piano.
“Yes” a weak voice, almost a whisper was heard, and you turned your head up too look at Peter. He hadn’t moved for a long while now, yet he was still staring at you, had he been staring at you this whole time, including when he was talking about this girl. “I’m actually pretty hopelessly in love with her”
That was it then, you didn’t have a chance with him, he had fallen for someone else, someone else who wasn’t a complicated mess at times with a tragic background. He had fallen for someone normal, someone you could never be.
“Well” You sighed, trying very hard not to show your heartbreak. “I hope that this song will really help you win over her heart then” You took your phone, clicked the stop button for the recording, before collecting your notes, and went over to your desk to start writing down the notes you had played.
“Yeah, I hope so too” Peter’s voice was so full of hope and such a large contrast to your broken one.
“So” When no further words were spoken to finish the sentence, you turned around to see Peter walking towards you with a hopeful look on his face.
“So… I’ll write down the notes of what I played, play it over again clean this time, and then send an audio file to you that you can show to your… crush” You muttered as you turned around, not being able to face him with a happy smile when your heart was aching.
“But…” a small voice stuttered behind you. You turned around to see that the small smile Peter had previously been wearing, was gone from his face, instead he just looked confused.
“I thought it was obvious” Now you were the one who was confused after his comment.
“What, what did you think was obvious.” As you talked you couldn’t help but hide your pain and slight anger on your obliviousness “Did you think it was obvious enough that you’re completely in love with this girl-“
“Well yeah-“
“And that it’s never even been a matter of question whether or not you would fall for someone like me, someone normal, someone-“ Once again you were cut off your sentence by Peter, however this time not by his words, no this time it was by his lips connecting to yours. To say you were shocked would be an understatement, but there was an emotion under that that powered through, a pleasure, of immense power, from a kiss that you had imagined so many times suddenly happening.
Just as you started realising what was happening and was about to respond to the kiss, Peter pulled out with a shy smile.
“I thought it was obvious, that the girl I was describing, was the same girl I was looking right at, being you silly” Peter spoke looking at you with soft eyes.
“First of all” you muttered as you regained your breath “How was I supposed to know that. For someone who have a reputation of being incredible smart, you can be really stupid Peter Parker!” Peter just let out a laugh that sounded so careless and so happy, and you couldn’t help but let out a small one of your own as you stared at the boy in front of you, the boy who was in love… with you!
“What was the second thing then?” Peter asked while staring deeply into your eyes.
“Huh?” You asked as you stared right back into his eyes.
“You said first of all, I’m waiting to know what the second of all was” Peter chuckled.
“Oh, I can’t remember” You muttered before pulling Peter into another kiss, as you had found a thing you simply just couldn’t get enough off.
“Oh” It took you a second to realise that wasn’t Peter, and you quickly pulled back in shock, only to see a perhaps even more shocked Vision standing in the middle of the room, clearly having floated in once again.
“I was about to tell you that Peter Parker had arrived, but it seems you already know that” Vision spoke, looking slightly awkward of the situation as well, which didn’t help on the blush you could feel spreading all over your face.
“Yeah, she knows” Peter just said with a smile, clearly being the only one here who thought the situation was funny.
“Great… Then, I’ll leave” Vision just said before once again floating out of the room.
“I see what you mean” Peter chuckled as he turned around to face you again with a smile spread all over his face. You quickly decided that the boy in front of you and his happiness was a lot more important than trying to teach Vision some god darn privacy, so you quickly pulled him into another kiss to wipe the smile off his face.
I apologize for the long break between I’ve posted stuff, I got home from vacation some days ago, but I’m also taking the IB diploma, and if any of you guys know it, you will understand why I haven’t had much time to write, as I am currently working on a large assignment as well as starting up in school again which means most of my days is taken on either reading boring books for my assignment or doing homework...
But, I’ll try to get some writing in in some of my breaks, or if not then when I’ve handed in my first draft of my assignment I should have some more time to write!
Thanks for understanding, and for reading my stuff in the first place! Wish you all the best <3
Hey love, I just wanted to tell you that I adore your 'Come Dance With Me' series and you truly deserve more attention for your work. Keep on writing!! xx
Aww thank you so much! I loved writing ‘Come Dance With Me’ as well, so I’m happy so many people likes it! And it’s messages like this that makes me want to keep on writing, so thank you so very much!!
To everybody, I’ve closed my request for nw, as I not got 11 requests in line, and I’m going on vacation tomorrow, so I’m not sure Ill be able to do all of them before hand. So I’m going to close requests now, until I’m home again and have written the requests I’ve gotten so far, and then I’ll open them again.
Thanks for understanding, and thanks for all the requests I’ve gotten so far! Only started writing again this week, and I can’t believe all the support I’ve already gotten, so really, thank you for that!!
Hi honey would you write prompt 49 with tom where they like have to do 7minutes i heaven and everyone thinks they hate each other and blah blah KISSING AND FLUFF YAY please
Oh god I read your idea when I was out with some friends, and I’m not even kidding, on the way back that was all I could think off! So I already have a good idea of how to write it! So I’ll try to get to it as quick as possible! However I have gotten a couple of the requests I need to finish first, as I do them in order of who came first, and since I only really have tomorrow to finish both of them and then pack, yours might end up being pushed a small week before I come back from my trip. Though I feel like that yours might end up being pushed up a bit because I’m already so into the idea! But I’ll see.
could I request an imagine with tom holland with prompts 14,15,24,25,59,65,76,77, (it's a lot but you don't have to include all of them) that's maybe all three? (Angst, fluff and smut?) and it's kind of a getting together story where maybe tom and the reader are friends and she says she likes him and he kind of gets in shock and says he doesn't feel that way about her but they have to be together for an event and she looks really nice or something and ~stuff~ happens and they get together ? :))
Hi, thanks for the request. About your choice of prompts, there is a lot, but I’ll look through them to see how I can make it to become coherent with your idea of the plot and stuff. But I like where you’re going with it, so I’m looking forward to writing it! About the timing, I already have a request before yours I need to finish tomorrow, as well as pack for my vacation, so if I can’t get it in tomorrow, there might go a small week or something before I can finish it for you, but I’ll try my best!
