#spiderman request

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any spiderman pixels, glitter graphics or even blinkies? thanks 💕

here you go 💜

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Let Me Help (Stark!Reader)

Word Count:1135

Warnings: really nothing

Requested by @choosetoalwayslivitup “ Maybe after patrol, reader and Peter return to Stark Tower and the reader stitches Peter up? But then Peter notices the reader needs help too, so he offers to fix her injuries? “

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Y/N helped to sneak Peter into the medbay of the Tower. If her dad found out that he was injured, he would check for injuries on her. Honestly, she knew she was bleeding from her side and above her left eyebrow. Did she care? No. It wasn’t really affecting her much. Then there was Peter. He could barely put pressure on his left leg and was dripping blood onto the floor from his leg.

Neither of them had an easy time with patrol. Some dude, that they had both underestimated, got a few hits in before they were able to figure out how to deal with him. Of course, even then, he still had the upper hand as he had jammed a knife into Peter’s leg. And Peter, being the loveable idiot he is, pulled it out. It took them two hours to deal with him and then another hour just to make it back to the medbay of the Tower.

But now here they were.

Y/N helping Peter onto the table and grabbing everything she needed to stitch  him up. She was used to it. Stitching people up. From a young age she always had to do it. But when she was about to start so she could clean the wound she realized that he was gonna have to remove the suit.

“Y/N?”

She looked at him, “Um...I need you to do something.”

He raised an eyebrow, “What?”

“Ineedyoutoremoveyoursuit.”

“Huh?”

She let out a breath and spoke slower, “I need you to remove your suit.” She looked down, “Please.”

“Is that all?”

She looked up and saw Peter biting his lip, obviously holding back a laugh. “Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m not!” He pressed the spider in the middle of his suit and she watched as he carefully removed the suit  He tossed it over to the side and looked at her. “That good?”

She nodded and began to silently clean up the wound. As she was working, Peter spoke in a soft voice, obviously trying to how he was in pain. “I’m sorry for pulling the knife out.”

Y/N shook her head, “Don’t. It wasn’t your fault. I would have done it too.”

He smiled, “That makes me feel better.” She laughed lightly, wincing quickly after though. His smile faded and his face turned to one of concern, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, “Y-yeah. Tis but a scratch.”

It was as she turned that he noticed the gash on her side. “Y/N, why didn’t you tell me? That looks like it needs serious attention.”

She raised her good eyebrow at him, “Says the one who if I didn’t know how to stitch and was able to see that you didn’t cause too much injury by yanking your knife out, would be in a lot of danger.”

“We would have just gotten your dad.”

She snorted as she went to stitch his leg, but regretted it as a stab of sharp pain struck her body. “Have you met my dad? Tony Stark: the king of freaking out? Yeah. No. Let’s get you fixed up before his ‘Iron Dad’ senses kick in.”

“Iron dad?”

“Dunno, I kinda came up with it once.”

“It’s good.”

“Thanks.” She finished the stitch and then looked at Peter. “There, your leg is all stitched up. Now, let’s get you back to your room and get all medicated.”

“Wait. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Your side and eyebrow. Lemme help you.”

“Peter--”

He stopped her, “Y/N Stark. Before I was an Avenger and had access to all of this stuff, I learned how to stitch myself up because I had to.” He carefully got off the table, making sure to not place a lot of pressure onto his left leg and motioned for her to get on the table. When she didn’t, he sighed and limped over to the counter and went to press the button on it to contact Tony. He turned to face her, “I will do it if you don’t get up there.”

She groaned but complied. Dragging herself up to the table. She laid on her back and turned her head to face him. As he limped back over to her she sighed, “Happy?”

“Very.”

“Well, hurry up.”

“Hey, don’t rush me. Now, I gotta clean these two things up first.” He was about to clean the gash on her side until he realized she would have to remove her outfit. “Um...Y/N...I-uh.”

She looked at him and after a minute she realized what was happening. “What? So you make fun of me for being uncomfortable with seeing you in only your underwear but yet you get uncomfortable for realizing you’re gonna have to see me topless, not fair. Not fair at all.”

“I’m sorry.”

She smiled, “Whatever.” She carefully unzipped the top of her jumpsuit and pulled down the sleeves. She pulled her undershirt off and it was only then that she realized how badly she was bleeding. She noticed Peter’s grimace, “Are you sure that I only need stitches?”

He nodded, “Y-yeah. Aunt May explained these types of things to me. It’s actually not that deep, it’s just where they cut. I’ll clean it and then check to make sure it’s not infected, but I highly doubt it is.”

She nodded and let him do his stuff. They stayed silent for the most part. But she liked it. It made her feel more comfortable. The silence. Of course, Peter freaked when she winced. She had to reassure him that she was okay. That it was just the fact that the needle surprised her. It wasn’t entirely true, but it wasn’t entirely a lie.

“Okay, Y/N, could you please sit up so I can deal with your eyebrow.”

She carefully moved sit up. It was slightly difficult with her torso being bandaged up. But she did it. She faced Peter, he legs dangling off the side of the table. He quickly cleaned up her cut  and made sure no blood got into her hair or eye. He used the skin glue instead of stitches for it and placed a smaller bandage over it.

After a few moments of silence Y/N spoke, “Are you done?”

He nodded, “Yeah, c’mon. Let’s head on to bed.” She nodded and helped him out. 

Turns out Y/N was more tired than she thought. Because as she laid Peter in his bed, she laid next to him for a quick second. A quick breather. And quickly started to fall asleep. She felt him wrap his around her and she leaned into his embrace. Not caring if anyone found them. If her dad found out the two of them got injured on patrol. She was just tired and wanted to get sleep. She would deal with all of that when she awoke.

[randomfandomimagine]

Hey if you have any ficlet slots still open, may I request one for Raimi Peter Parker x Fem!Reader? The reader and Peter have always admired each other from afar while in high school but never have had the courage to approach each other. After graduation, the reader decides to become a firefighter and runs into Peter again, not knowing that he's Spider-Man whom she's already met while on duty. Peter and the reader end up dating and fall for each other to the point where Peter is thinking about proposing. But things end badly for them when the reader dies like this in the line of duty with Spider-Man not being able to save her. I'm sorry for the bad ending but I live for the angst! 😭

Hi, sweetie! I might soften the angst a little bit, especially about the death part, but other than that I really like this idea and I have added it to my writing list! Since I feel like Raimi's Spiderman is a less popular fandom, though... can I ask that you reblog when it's up, please? It would help me out a lot! Thank you so much, and for requesting as well!

THERE ARE ONLY 2 FICLET SLOTS LEFT!!

[whoisbxcky]

Old Friend

request: Hi love! Would you mind writing an imagine with peter Parker where the avengers rescue you from HYDRA and you’re the same age as peter and he remembers you from when y’all were kids and so do you and he helps you deal with the trauma and y’all fall in love?

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (!!reader and peter both 17 in this fic!!)

word count: 1700

warnings: fluuuuuuuff. mentions of captivity, medical torture and hella anxiety + ptsd. but FLUUUUUUUFF.

author’s note: After almost a week of writer’s block and 0 content, I gift to you all, an Easter miracle: two fics in one day. 

In all seriousness, thank you heaps to anon for the request, this was a sweet one to write for and I hope I did your vision justice! We love wholesome Spidey content in this household. ~ Toria <3

The first thing you became aware of, as you slipped back into consciousness, was the sensation of movement. Not the usual, fluid motion of the gurney you would be strapped to on your way to the main medical auditorium. No, this time, you were being carried.

Carried? Why on earth would they be carrying me?

You were unaware of falling unconscious once more until the second time you managed to fight your way through the familiar haze of sedative-induced sleep. Now, you could make out a blur of unfamiliar voices around you as the movement continued, making a wave of particularly aggressive nausea wash over you.

“… Another Hydra experiment…”

“… Get her to the Tower…”

“… Fading fast…”

You half-giggled to yourself, lost in a sea of euphoria and confusion. You remembered now; you were a lab rat. Hydra’s new plaything. Nothing more than a weapon to be poked, prodded and shaped by your captors.

Your bleary eyes fluttered open just long enough to make out shapes and faces. There was a shock of red and gold to your left, and a flash of blonde above you. You vaguely noted the change of scenery as the sound of footsteps on metal rung out around you, and what might have been an engine started off in the distance.

“Y/N!?”

The last thing you heard before the comforting darkness washed over you once more, taking you under, was a familiar voice, calling out to you from afar, stirring up memories you were unaware you still had the capacity to reach.

… Peter…

Three days later, and you found yourself, once again, restrained to a hospital bed and staring blankly at the glaring white wall ahead of you. Sunlight trickled in through gaps in the curtains, casting patterns on your body like rain drops. But you did not feel its warmth.

For three days, people had come into the room to poke you, prod you, try and shape your mind with their narrative. And for three days, you had refused to comply.

You had been told by a man with an eye patch, who if memory served you correctly, had called himself Fury, that they were the good guys, and you had been saved.

However, you found it relatively difficult to make a distinction between one radical group and another, when lodging with both had seen you bound and used as a science project.

You hadn’t trusted the last lot, and you certainly weren’t about to change your approach now.

Today looked to be another day of mutinous silence as ‘medical professionals’ tried to pick apart your brain, as the handle to your hospital room door twisted with a squeak, and the door flew open, revealing an unfamiliar face.

To your surprise, the boy stood in the doorway could not have been much older than you. At the very least, he was a lot younger than the others that had come. He was dressed casually, in sneakers, jeans and a comfy pullover, a stark contrast to the lab coats and suits that had been your company thus-far.

He offered you a wide, toothy grin that somehow made your barren heart twitch to life ever so slightly, and strode into the room, making a b-line for your bed.

“Y/N! It really is you!”

You gawked at him, recalling the voice from the day you were found. You had thought that you must have been hallucinating then, absolutely sure that there was no way your childhood best friend could be there in that moment.

But sure enough, the longer you stared at the boy, the more familiarity washed over you like an ice-cold shower. Same mess of mousy brown hair, and deep, oak eyes that seemed to reflect every light in the room. Even the charming smile he offered you was like an echo of boyish grin he used to fix you with, when the two of you would plot to do something that was sure to end in you both being grounded.

It felt as if your heart was being crushed inside your chest, a flood of emotions practically drowning you as you lay there, unblinking, as if afraid that taking your eyes off that familiar face for even a second would make it disappear for good.

When the capacity to speak finally returned to you, all you could muster was his name, your voice a breathy sigh as tears streamed down your cheeks, and you lost the battle with years-worth of pent up fear, anger, confusion and pain.

“Peter…”

Your face split into a weak smile then, and Peter beamed so brightly at you, you were sure you’d be blinded from the brilliance. He made his way to your bed side in a few short strides, plopping himself haphazardly on the mattress beside you and pulling you into his sturdy embrace.

After a moment of stunned silence, you found yourself flinging your arms around your old friend’s shoulders, revelling in the familiarity, as well as the first pleasant human contact you’d had in God knows how long.

“I can’t believe it’s really you, after all this time.”

He mumbled into the crook of your neck where his face was pressed, making you shiver slightly at the unexpected, yet not unwelcome, contact. After a moment, he pulled back, gleaming eyes meeting yours as he continued.

“What happened to you, Y/N? How the hell did you end up there?”

You paused for a moment, racking your brain for an answer. But none came to you. When you spoke once again, you discovered your voice was thick and horse, likely due to the fact you’d been fed and watered through a tube for years, now that you thought about it.

“I… I have no idea. I remember life before, I remember you; I remember going to school and hating Math class; I even remember playing superheroes in the apartment building on 5th …”

You bit your lip, closing your eyes as you frantically searched for a memory that did not seem to exist anymore.

“But that’s it… Then there’s just nothingness… Then, hell.”

You shuddered rather animatedly as memories of your time in captivity came flooding back to you. For better or worse, you’d been kept in a drug-addled haze for the majority off it. But there were flashes. Coloured serums delivered through rusty IVs; clanging metal and the whirring of machinery; the screams of the others…

You fought back a retch as the room around you tilted sickeningly, and Peter’s grip around your waist tightened, holding you upright as you bit back sobs.

“It was really bad, Pete…”

More tears streamed down your cheeks as your whole body trembled. A mixture of relief at finally being free of that place, and fear of the memories you knew would come back to haunt you every time you closed your eyes battled inside you as your breath hitched in your throat.

A gentle hand on your cheek, deftly wiping tears from the bruised and bloodied flesh there made you jump, and your eyes snapped up to find Peter’s steady gaze holding your own. When he spoke, his voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, sending a wave of calm coursing throughout your broken, shivering from.

“Hey… It’s going to be alright, Y/N. You’re going to be alright.”

You sniffed, swallowing hard as you dropped your gaze and slipped your hands from around his neck. He followed suit, releasing you from his sturdy grasp, but proceeded to take you cold, quivering hands in his own, running his thumbs soothingly over your bloodied knuckles. Your voice was a barely-there whisper in the silence of the hospital room, save the constant beating of your heart rate monitor.

“How can you be so sure, Peter?”

A finger hooked under your chin, the touch so delicate and warm, you thought you might have imagined it. Then Peter lifted your head, forcing you to look up at him once more, the sincerity in his eyes entirely unmistakable as he whispered back to you.

“Because I’m going to make it alright. I’m going to be by your side the whole time, and you are going to have brighter days again, Y/N, I promise.”

You stifled a sob then, eyes watering yet again as his words stirred something inside of you, something you’d almost entirely forgotten how to feel.

Hope.

“Why would you do that for me? I mean… It’s been years…”

You searched his face for an explanation, you voice becoming even more horse as emotion wracked you whole body. All you found was a smile holding the warmth of a setting sun, and eyes practically twinkling with… What was it? Humour? Happiness? You weren’t sure. What you were sure of, was that Peter’s cheeks had become a curious shade of crimson as he murmured his reply.

“That’s what you do for the people you love, isn’t it?”

You stared at him for a second, completely floored by his words. You knew when the two of you were younger he used to declare to the entire damn apartment building that ‘you were the love of his life’ and that one day ‘he’d marry you’, but you’d never thought there was any merit to the words. Up until now, that was. The sincerity in his gaze was unmistakable, and despite your shock, you found yourself smiling shyly back to match his boyish grin.

Despite the uncertainty of the future that lay before you, you found comfort in the assurance that despite all that you’d been through, all you’d lost and may never regain, Peter Parker loved you. And as the two of you sat, lost in each other’s eyes in the growing dimness of your hospital room, you were quite sure that you did in fact love him, too. And for now, that was all you needed.

[marvelouspeterparker]

the first time

pairing: peter parker x reader

request number twenty three: can i request this where it’s the reader and peter parker’s first time doing it but they get caught by aunt may?

warnings: it’s smut but it’s cute :)

notes: hope you don’t mind that it’s a headcanon! again thanks to @thotgomery for the format (and check her peter stuff out cause they’re really great and inspired this)

also give me feedback! love that

so you and peter have been dating for a while now and you guys still haven’t had sex

not that either of you hadn’t thought about it

you both thought about it––a lot

and you both talked about it actually, because you wanted your relationship to be honest and open

but you were both a little scared and didn’t want it to feel rushed

so you agreed to wait for the right time

you and peter had just gotten back to his place after dinner and a movie

the whole way back home you had been giving your opinions on the best scenes in the movie, but there was an anxious yet excited tension in the air

it felt like you and peter had just started dating again, 

stolen glances here and there, giving small smiles to each other when you would make eye contact, every little touch or graze sending tingles all throughout your bodies

there was an unspoken agreement between the two of you––tonight was the night

peter opens his bedroom door for you and lets you walk in first

you take off your shoes and he does the same after closing the door

he steps closer to you, placing his hands on your waist as he looks down at you

‘you want this right?’ he asks

you kiss him, pulling away to smile and answer, ‘yes’

he smiles wide and closes the gap between you again, leading you to the side of the bed

he lifts you without disconnecting your lips and puts you down in the middle of the bed, his hands moving to either side of you to hold himself up slightly 

your hands slide up his arms, gripping his shoulders before finding their way into his curls

he whimpers into your mouth when you tug slightly and you make a mental note to pull his hair more often

then he moves his lips to your neck, immediately finding your sweet spot

and out of instinct your fingers tug at his curls, which makes him whimper into your neck

and oh boy if you weren’t wet before, you sure are now

after he leaves several hard to miss marks on you, you get a little needy and start to pull on his shirt

he gets the message and reluctantly pulls away from you, getting up to get undressed

you look up at him, his hair all over the place thanks to you, his cheeks flushed, his lips plump

you bite your lip as your eyes trail over his body, the lust evident in your eyes 

and he can’t help himself, he leans down again for another kiss, which then turns to several more

and maybe about five minutes later, he gets up again to finish taking off his clothes

you look down and notice how hard he is,, but also how big he is and you take a moment to just stare (cause did the spider help with that too?) before sitting up and pulling your shirt off

but peter stops you before you can remove anything else

‘let me’ he gives you a small smile and you nod, taking his hand and standing up before he puts his hands on your waist, turning you so that your back is facing him

he unhooks your bra, sliding the straps off your shoulders before pulling the bra off completely and setting it aside 

he steps closer to you and you feel his bare chest press up against your back

he moves his head to the side over your shoulder, his hair tickling your cheek as he leaves kisses on your neck yet again, his eyes glancing over your chest, noticing how hard your nipples are

his hands reach around you to grasp your breasts and you sigh, your back arching as he tugs and squeezes your nipples

‘god, you’re beautiful’ he whispers 

he turns you around again and feels himself harden even more at the sight of you

your eyes are practically glazed over and he’s barely even touched you yet

he tells you to lay back down and you do, raising your hips so he can pull your pants and underwear off for you

he makes sure to leave kisses along your thighs and calves as he does so, looking directly at you between every few kisses to get you riled up

when he finally puts your clothes to the side, he stands up, his hands rubbing the soft skin of your thighs (you had made sure to shave beforehand) as he looks down, his expression loving yet hungry 

‘can you move to the middle for me?’ he gestures with a nod of his head

you nod wordlessly and lay down in the middle of the mattress, your legs now facing the end of the bed 

he moves so that he’s in front of you and you lift your legs, bending them at the knee as you smile up at him

he steps closer to you, putting his hands on your knees and it’s as if flames ignite under his touch

he spreads your legs slowly and his eyes drift down between them and his mouth practically waters 

he gets on the bed and you expect him to move a little closer to you but he stays at your feet

you tilt your head at him and he gives you a small smile, looking down and then back up at you before responding

‘i’d love to taste you, if you’ll let me’ he asks nervously, his hands rubbing your skin ever so softly

your eyes widen and your mouth opens and closes a couple of times, not expecting him to say that 

‘if you want to,’ you laugh nervously, ‘sure’ 

‘but do you want me to?’ he looks you in the eye, needing to make sure that you want this

you whisper ‘yes’ and he dives right in, 

but not before telling you to tell him ‘what feels good’ 

he heard that girls don’t normally cum their first time, but he’s determined to not make that the case for you––you deserve better 

he licks up and down before looking up at you, a proud smile on his face ‘you’re so wet’

and you just roll your eyes and laugh

but he’s just so happy and proud that he made you this wet

he quickly gets back to things though, his hands holding your thighs apart, as he licks and leaves open mouthed kisses on your heat

he focuses on your clit, since he heard that girls like that

and he may or may not have done his research when he started dating you

‘th–that feels really good’ you tell him breathlessly and you can feel his lips curve into a smile

he can feel your hands gripping helplessly at the sheets when you start to get closer so he grabs your hands without stopping and places them in his hair

you get the hint and grab onto his curls immediately 

which then makes him groan into your heat, only making you wetter

and he can see that, hell, he can taste it

and it only makes him harder

so he subconsciously starts rutting his hips into the mattress while trying to get you to cum on his tongue

he sucks hard on your clit and your eyes roll back

and just when you think it can’t get any better, he slips a finger into you

and he’s in awe at how smoothly he slid in, and how you’re walls are clamping onto him

and that makes him think about how it’ll feel when he’s inside you and he just groans at the thought of it, his eyes fluttering shut 

he slips in another finger, forming the ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers 

your back arches and peter moves one of his arms over your stomach, pinning you down 

and you moan so loud, your fingers gripping his hair, ‘oh god peter, oh my god don’t stop––’

he licks you all through your high, cleaning up and calming you down, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs

your legs are trembling and you’re shaking slightly, your eyes shut as you try to settle down

you feel peter’s lips trail up your stomach and you open your eyes slowly to see him grinning down at you, his lips shining with your juices

your hands grab his face and you pull him down, kissing him so intensely that when you both pull away you’re out of breath

‘i’m guessing it was good?’ he asks, a smile on his face to hide his nervousness, but the pink on his cheeks gives it away

you kiss him again, your hands holding his cheeks as you look up at him, ‘try amazing,’ you laugh ‘i’m still shaking’ 

he laughs before his eyes widen slightly, his smile faltering, ‘we can wait if you’re too sensitive, or if you don’t want––’

‘pete’ you smile at how sweet he is, even at a time like this

he pauses and looks at you with his puppy dog eyes

‘i want you to fuck me’ 

his cheeks get even more pink and you feel his dick twitch against your thigh, making you smirk

‘o–okay, yeah’ he stutters as he gets up to get a condom

he hid them in the back of his closet in a little makeshift safe that he made in case may found her way in there

so it takes a little while for him to come back to you, but not too long

but you can’t help but notice when he’s facing the other way––

‘hey pete’

he hums looking back at you

‘since when is your butt kinda nicer than mine?’

he blushes and rolls his eyes, ‘shut up’ he laughs

he finally gets the condom and practically runs over to you after putting it on and triple checking that it’s not broken or put on incorrectly

he hovers over you and positions himself, spreading your wetness with his tip

he looks up at you, his tip at your entrance ‘are you sure you want this?’

you respond by wrapping your legs around him and pulling him closer to you, pushing his tip into you slightly

his mouth falls open, his eyes fluttering as he moans ‘shit––oh-okay’

he places one hand on your thigh and the other on his dick as he eases into you bit by bit, making sure you’re comfortable before moving forward

he looks down to see himself disappear inside of you and he groans

‘you’re taking me so well––look so pretty like this’

and you just moan in response

soon enough, he bottoms out, placing his hands on either side of you, his eyes shut as he presses his forehead against yours, waiting for you to adjust

when you whisper ‘move, please’ 

he starts thrusting in and out at a slow pace, kissing you deeply as he does so

you’re whimpering into the kiss and he’s groaning as he’s finally getting the attention he needed down there

‘you feel so good––oh my god’

when you beg him to go faster he swears he’s gonna lose it

your fingers are gripping onto his shoulders, his back, anywhere on him that you can reach

and it’s only spurring him on even more

he goes faster and harder and you’re moaning so loud, your voice breaking as you say his name on repeat

he slips a hand down and starts rubbing your clit

when he feels you clenching down on him, he knows you’re close

your back arches and your eyes flutter shut, your body becoming tense as you reach your high for the second time

and that’s all it takes for peter to get there with you

he thrusts into you several times before he’s coming inside you 

he lets his head drop down to your shoulder for a second while he catches his breath

you wrap your arms around him, smiling lazily as he presses soft kisses on your skin

he pulls out of you slowly after a couple minutes and you both wince at the loss of contact

‘i’ll be right back’ he kisses your forehead before going into the bathroom

he comes back and you notice that he’s gotten rid of the condom (he made sure to stuff some toilet paper over it in the trash can––just in case)

you see he has a washcloth in one hand as he climbs onto the bed again

as he cleans you up, you flinch, still sensitive from your orgasms and peter offers you a quiet ‘sorry’ a small smile on his face

you close your eyes after muttering a thank you

you hear his drawers open and close a few times, when you open your eyes he’s about to put on his underwear when his door opens

‘oh there you guys are––’

your eyes widen and peter is so quick to close the door, you’ve never seen him jump so fast

‘maayyy! don’t you knock?’ he struggling to put his underwear on and you’re trying to hide your laugh

‘sorry!’ you hear the smile in her voice as she walks away and hear her murmur something about not wanting grandkids just yet

peter locks his door (a little too late) and walks over to you, handing you one of his shirts and a pair of boxers

you put them on and join peter on the bed, resting your head on his chest as his arms hold you

his hand that was rubbing up and down your back slows when you speak up,

‘so... you never told me you liked getting your hair pulled’

you sit up a bit, looking at him when he doesn’t respond

his cheeks are flushed, his eyes a little wide

‘do you think it’s weird?’ he asks sheepishly

you shake your head no, as your hand reaches up, finding it’s way into his curls again ‘i think it’s hot’

and his eyes darken as he flips you over

round two?

[lowkey-lokis-bitch]

I AM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH YPUR FIC WHERE THE READER GETS KIDNAPPED IT WAS SO SO GOOD PHENOMANAL I LOVE IT I wanted to request a Peter x stark! reader where the reader is seen leaving Midtown or has on like a Midtown sweater or something and the kids at midtown are like "whaaaaat?!?!?" and Peter accidently reveals his relationship with her to the school or something Hope that's not too much thanks love❤❤

secret’s out - peter parker

warnings - mild language, like 3 curse words. my awful interpretation of american high school haha

pairing - peter parker x stark!fem!reader

word count - 3044 (yay finally they’ve been so short recently sorry!!)

Warmth.

The first thing you felt. The warmth from the sunlight beaming in through the window. The warmth of the blankets you were nestled under. The warmth from the body wrapped around yours.

Opening your eyes slowly, you could see the mess of hair on the pillow next to you. A faint smile crossed your lips as you rubbed your tired eyes and snuggled further into the body next to you, eliciting a sleepy moan. Peter’s arms tightened around you and you let out a breathy laugh.

“Peter,” your voice was raspy, sending your boyfriend crazy. “You’re gonna be late.”

“I don’t care,” his eyes remained closed, as if he was grasping on to his last few minutes of sleep. He pressed his face further into the pillow, breathing deeply.

“I’m gonna be late,” you leaned into him, taking in his scent. These were your favourite types of mornings, waking up beside him, enjoying each other’s presence.

Peter groaned, stretching his arms dramatically. You giggled, watching him as he almost fell out of the bed. He opened his eyes slowly and looked over you, taking in your semi-conscious appearance. He smiled down at you and leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek. You smiled back up at him, sitting up to face him.

“I’m going to shower,” he announced, standing drowsily and trying to even his balance. You watched him as he padded through your bedroom towards the bathroom, and sighed as he closed the door behind him. You heard the water turn on and stood slowly, moving towards your wardrobe. Rifling through your clothes, you eventually decided on a pair of leggings and an old t-shirt. Putting them on quickly, you sat back down on the bed and grabbed your phone from your bedside table. Clicking it on, the time appeared before you.

“Shit,” you stood and sprinted over to the bathroom door. “Peter! It’s 7:45, you might want to hurry up.”

A series of crashes were the only response, before Peter opened the door,  dripping wet in only a towel. “Crap.”

You ran over to your drawers, grabbing some of Peter’s clothes that had been left there, tossing them towards him as he hurried to dry his hair. He threw them on instantly, droplets of water still dotted across his skin.

“I’ll grab something to eat on the way,” he rushed past you, grabbing his backpack and giving you a quick kiss. “I’ll see you after school!”

He opened the window and flung himself out of it. A breath caught in your throat, only releasing when you saw him swinging down the block. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you turned, then noticed his Midtown sweater lying on the floor. Walking over, you picked it up and considered it in your hands. On multiple occasions Peter had left it here and had returned throughout the day to pick it up, so this was pretty normal. Tying it around your waist you dismissed your thoughts and headed towards the lab.

Working with your father was an interesting experience. The time that wasn’t spent deciphering some complex equations was passed arguing and screaming due to your clashing personalities. Everyone said that you were too alike, “there’s too much Tony in you”, but you knew it was because you both wanted to do the right thing and your opinions conflicted on what the right thing was.

You threw open the door to the lab and found Bruce working at a large screen. He glanced up quickly, giving you a small smile before going back to his work. You had learnt over time that leaving Bruce to work whilst he was in the zone was the best way to go about any social interaction. You didn’t want to risk him losing his train of thought, as he was often assisting your father with something important. You continued through the lab until you found Tony sitting at a computer, coffee cup in hand.

“I didn’t think coffee was really your thing,” you joked, sitting in the chair next to him.

“Usually it’s not,” he turned to look at you, crossing his legs. “But I’ve been looking at this damn code for so long I think I’m actually going crazy.”

“Let me have a look,” you turned the screen to face you, flicking back up to the start. “What’s the issue?”

“It keeps giving me random numbers, can’t figure out why. Equations are all good, checked the values and everything with Bruce. I can’t get it,” he stood, stretching his legs and walking in small circles, a hologram appearing containing various bits of data.

“Oh,” you said, your eyebrows raised. “It’s here, you’re missing a bracket. Syntax error.”

The look Tony gave you could have moved planets, you had never seen someone look more shocked and simultaneously confused.

“What?” he sat down again, pulling the screen towards him. “Well then, I think it’s clear where you got your brains from.” He leaned back in the chair, taking a swig of coffee.

“Y’know, it’s pretty normal for stuff like that to slip by. It’s like 7 in every 10 times there’s an issue, it’s probably syntax,” you smiled, voicing your Stark sarcasm. Despite not inheriting many of Tony’s appearances, you definitely had the same sense of humour. Running the program, you saw the data appear on the hologram and Tony’s eyes lit up like christmas lights.

“What’s next?” you smiled, feeling proud of yourself.

“Bruce is working on a prototype of an anti-gravity device, but we need some stuff picking up. Could you run out for us?” he looked across at the grimace on your face, then added to his point. “You can get food.”

“Sold, to the man with the glowing chest,” you stood up, exaggerating your point at your father. He tossed you a credit card and you shoved it in your pocket. “What do you need?”

“I’ll get FRIDAY to send it to you, it’s just some simple materials. Shouldn’t be too hard to find. Take Happy with you, he seems to be getting comfortable downstairs,” Tony glanced across at you, a smile on his face. “Thank you for this.”

You sent a smile to your father, then turned towards the elevator.

“FRIDAY? Bottom floor, please,” you spoke, easing at the familiar voice in response.

“Of course Miss, I’ll send the list from Mr Stark and Dr Banner to your cell phone.”

“Thanks.”

Upon reaching the bottom floor, you saw Happy outside the front door waiting. You strolled over and pushed open the large, glass door. “Good morning Happy!”

“I see someone was here this morning,” Happy looked up from his phone, giving you one of his signature looks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“The longer this goes on, the more trouble it’s going to be when the boss finds out.”

“I know, Happy. I get it, I’ll sort it,” you opened the car door and jumped in, Happy doing the same in the driver’s seat. “Downtown is probably our best bet, and I’ve heard there’s a really good churro place.”

“Peter,” Ned called down the hallway as Peter sped towards him. “Dude, you’re late for Chem and Mr Cobwell is in a bad mood.”

“Shit,” Peter muttered, pulling his backpack further up his back. “What do I do?”

“I got you bro, I told him you were at the nurse.”

“Ned, I owe you. Big time,” Peter finally allowed himself to breathe, leaning over to place his hands on his knees. “What’s next period?”

“Gym,” Ned replied. “I heard they’re gonna put one of those Captain America videos on again.”

“Gym, okay. Wait-”

“Peter, just come sleep,” you spoke softly, reaching your arms out from underneath the blankets. “It’s nice and cozy.”

“But what if your dad comes in?”

“FRIDAY,” you looked towards the ceiling. “Tell me if dad comes anywhere near the hallway, please. Wake me up if I’m asleep?”

“Of course, Miss.”

“Thank you!” you turned back towards Peter. “I’m starting to think you just wanted an excuse.”

“Of course not,” Peter smiled down at you, leaning across to take your hand in his. “Just let me take these off.”

He leaned back to unbutton his jeans and remove them quickly, before taking off his sweater, throwing it across the room.

“Shit, I left it at (Y/N)’s,” Peter spoke to himself, louder than he had realised.

“(Y/N)? Like (Y/N) Stark?” Ned’s voice rose alongside his enthusiasm

“Shhhh!” Peter pulled his friend into a hallway. “Okay, yes, (Y/N) Stark. But you can’t tell anyone. I mean anyone. Not even MJ.”

“Oh, okay,” Ned nodded, confident in his ability to keep a secret whilst Peter felt the exact opposite.

“I think I have a spare shirt in my locker,” Peter trailed off, stepping towards the row of lockers in the corridor.

Driving towards Brooklyn was a calming experience. You sat with your legs up on the dashboard, the window slightly open so that your hair blew out of your face. Your phone was tucked into your pocket and you had received the list of materials.

“Where can we get anti-static acrylic?” you looked across at Happy, who was fully focused on the road ahead. If it had been anyone else he would have made them sit in the back, but you had known Happy since you were a kid. He was like an uncle to you, most of the team were family at this point.

“There’s a store in Brooklyn, they stock all kinds of obscure materials. We’ll head there,” he replied without looking at you and you turned to watch outside your window.

As the car pulled up in front of the store, you grabbed a worn-down cap and a pair of sunglasses from the glovebox. You glanced towards Happy, noticing how his phone was instantly in his hand, before opening the door and hurrying into the building. Recently the press had been more interested in you, wanting to ask you about your father and his new apprentice, Spiderman. You had known Peter’s alter ego since the beginning, but it had taken you by surprise when the first paparazzi had asked you about him. You had stumbled over your words, which was strange because you had inherited your father’s cool when talking to strangers. It was safest to try and avoid the paps, for fear of spilling something about Peter or your relationship. That would be difficult to explain to your father.

The store was cold, sending a shiver down your spine as you stepped in. You glanced around before deciding to speak to an employee. Removing your sunglasses, you headed towards a young woman wearing a store shirt.

“Hi, I was wondering if you could help me find some materials?” you asked politely, smiling softly.

“Sure- Oh my god, you’re (Y/N) Stark,” the employee looked at you with wide eyes. You cursed internally, maintaining the smile on your face.

“Uh, yeah,” you chuckled.

“Of course I can help, what are you looking for?” you could hear the nervous waver in her voice.

“Some anti-static acrylic and polarizing film, if you have some?” you continued your confident act despite the defeat that lingered behind your eyes. You knew exactly how this was going to end.

“Let me go have a look in the back, I’ll only be a few minutes,” the girl rushed off, stumbling over her own feet.

You wandered the store when you shivered again. You ran your hands across your arms before remembering the sweater tied around your waist. Untying it, you pulled it on over your t-shirt. Your arms were immediately grateful, the goosebumps that had covered your skin fading away. You had been browsing for a few minutes when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Paps outside, must have found out we’re here - Happy

Opening Twitter on your phone you instantly saw your name trending, the account at the top belonging to the store employee.

“Hi, sorry to keep you waiting,” a familiar voice returned. You looked up to see the employee. “I’ve got your acrylic and film.”

She held out a bag to you and you glanced in to check the contents.

“Thanks,” you smiled, still trying to hide your annoyance. She followed you across to the tills where you pressed your father’s credit card to the card machine before leaving quickly.

The second you stepped outside, your sight was invaded with flashing lights and your ears bombarded with shouts. You swiftly put your sunglasses on and made a bee-line for the car.

“How’s Tony?”

“Have you spoken to Spiderman?”

“Where did you get your sweater?”

Crap.

“Did you see the new pictures of Stark’s kid? She’s wearing our sweater!” Peter overheard a group of girls talking as he headed towards the gymnasium. He immediately pulled out his phone, heading to social media and seeing the pictures of you flash onto his screen.

“Is that your sweater?” Ned peered over his shoulder before Peter brushed him away.

“Who else’s could it be?” Peter racked his brain for an excuse to use in gym class.

As the two boys entered the changing room the subject of conversation continued from one social group to another.

“Yeah, she’s wearing a Midtown sweater.”

“Where did she get it?”“I don’t know, but she’s fit.”

Peter’s blood boiled at the way the boys spoke about you, he wanted nothing more than to stick them against the wall.

“Yo, what are you looking at Parker?” one of the jocks was staring Peter down, who hadn’t realised he had been staring in the first place.

“I- uh- nothing,” Peter backed away, towards where Ned had began to change. He reached into his locker, pulling out a pair of yellow shorts and a white shirt. “All I got. Shit.”

“Dude, it’ll be fine. Coach’ll mention it like once, then you’re fine,” Ned spoke, pulling on his sweater.

Peter and Ned entered the gym with their classmates, Peter sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Parker,” Coach Wilson yelled. “Get over here. Where’s your kit?”

“Sorry Sir, it’s in- in the laundry,” Peter stuttered, looking up at his coach.

“Woah, coincidence. You have that Stark internship, right? Did you lend your sweater to (Y/N) Stark?” Flash yelled out from the bleachers, high-fiving his friends.

“I mean, I’ve never-”

“It’s funny that you have that internship, but you’ve never met Stark or his daughter? Come on,” Flash taunted, pride painted across his face.

“I, uh-”

“He’s met her!” Ned yelled out, standing from his seat on the bleachers. Turning on his heels, Peter’s face flushed red as he glared at his friend.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it,” he spoke sternly. If looks could kill, Ned would be flat on the ground.

“Well then,” Flash spun around, ever the entertainer. “Why not just ask her for your sweater back?”

“I can’t- it’s not. It’s not mine.”The room went silent as Peter’s phone began to ring from his pocket. Lifting it to his ear slowly and giving a quick glance to Coach Wilson, he pressed the answer button.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s (Y/N),” Peter flinched at the name, fully aware everyone else in the gym could hear as it bounced from wall to wall. “I was out and I had your sweater and the press got pictures and now they’ve all blown up online. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean for any of this-”The panic in your voice was clear, which worried Peter. He had seen you this way only a few times before, he was much more used to the confident, upbeat (Y/N).

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I think they’ve kind of figured it out already,” he turned away from the bleachers, exiting the gym and lowering his voice.

“Are you in class? Sorry, I should have texted.”“No, it’s fine. Wait, what about your dad?”

Peter heard you curse under your breath.

“I’m gonna go talk to him. God I hope he hasn’t seen the pictures yet.”

“Hasn’t he seen you with it before?”

“Not the logo. I need to go, I need to hurry. I’ll let you know if it’s safe to come by after school.”“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you too,” despite everything going on, Peter could hear you smile through the phone.

Re-entering the gym, all eyes were on Peter.

“So, Parker. How does one get a Stark internship?”

You rushed towards the lab, carrier bag in hand. Throwing open the door you placed the bag on a desk next to Bruce and continued through to where you had left your father this morning. He was sat in an almost identical position, staring at the computer screen in front of him. Walking over slowly, you could see the pictures of you on the screen.

“Hey,” you spoke quietly, your hands shaking slightly with anxiety.

“So, I’m assuming it’s Peter’s sweater? Is this just all blown out of proportion?” he looked up at you, radiating a sense of understanding.

“I mean, it’s his. He left it here. This morning,” your eyes darted to the ground, your brain running wild with possible reactions. Most of them bad.

“How long has this been happening?” your father seemed calm, which unsettled you. You had expected him to be annoyed, angry even.

“A few months, pretty much since he came here the first time,” you rubbed your hands together, doing anything to avoid Tony’s gaze.

“Damn,” he leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. “And I didn’t notice the whole time? I must be getting old.”“You’re not mad?” you looked up, your eyebrows furrowing together.

“You know what I was like before you came along, right?” he glanced across at you. You shook your head in response, you didn’t speak much of his life before you.

“Well, I was much worse than you kiddo,” he laughed to himself. “Does he make you happy?”

“Yes,” you exhaled, letting out a breathy laugh.

“Then I’m happy,” Tony stood and walked across to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and smiled down at you. “Now, did you get our stuff?”

a/n - I really hope you liked it! I had a lot of fun writing this one, it ended up quite dialogue heavy but I think it’s okay!! sending love <3

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Hey, it’s me

Just wanted to let you all know that my requests are open and begging to be used so if you want, dump all your ideas in there and I’ll write them for you!

(I don’t do NSFW) 

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[letstrysomefanfic]

I Thought We Already Weren’t PART 3 (Peter Parker x Reader Angst)

Request: anonymous asked: Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…

Word Count: 1,772

Warnings: angst... lot’s of it 

A/N: So wow i gotta admit this one’s gotta be the saddest i think out of all the parts haha sorry (not sorry) and hey, if you want, it hurts more if you listen to ‘Amnesia’ by 5SOS (just a thought, if you’re into feeling rly sad whilst reading this). But wow thanks so much to all those who’re enjoying this request-oneshot-turned-series! I’m soooooo glad you guys are loving it cuz i’m having such a ball writing it! ❤️❤️ So anyway I think I’m gonna be doing one last part after this, cuz i have such a great way of ending it, i think but more on that later ;} (also i didn’t edit or proofread this really so sorry for grammar lol)

again, anon, if you’re out there THANK YOU for this request ❤️❤️

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“Helloooo? Earth to Peter…” Liz summoned Peter from his deep thoughts about what Flash could possibly try to do tonight to ‘wow you’. He jerked his head toward her, off his propped up forearm.

“Sorry,” he stammered. “What were you saying again?”

“I was just asking what you got for number four ‘cause my equation looks different from yours…” Liz looked at him with concern. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

“Hm? Yeah yeah, no yeah I’m good,” he squeaked. Crap he thought.

“Are you sure, Peter? Because you’ve been—”

“Liz, I’m fine,” he snapped. She withdrew a little, eyebrows still furrowed with worry. Peter immediately regretted speaking so sharply; he knew she was only worried and wasn’t trying to be annoying. But every time he was with her he felt guilty. He would spend the entire time in her company trying to force himself to not feel that way, or at least figure out why; but he just couldn’t.

“Okay, come on,” she grabbed ahold of Peter’s wrist firmly and led them away from their library table.

“What—where’re we going?”

Liz led them up the stairs, through the science wing, up the narrow fire escape stairway, until they finally hit open air. She leaned back on an AC unit, and even though her arms were crossed, her face was soft and expectant.

“Look, I know I’m not supposed to push and stuff if you don’t want to tell me what’s going on,” she began. “But, Peter, you gotta give me something! You have to talk to me.”

“W—What?” he stammered. “We are talking, what do you mean I don’t want to tell you what’s going on? Nothing’s going on…”

Liz cocked her head at him, “Nothing going on? Peter, you haven’t been yourself lately, and it’s making me kinda worried.”

Peter hung his head. The last time he had a conversation about him not being himself still stung potent in his mind. The last thing he wanted now was for this discussion to end up like the last one.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been myself lately,” he pleaded. “I just… honestly just… I… I don’t know what’s going on with me, like I’m trying to figure it out but I just can’t and—” Peter faltered when he saw Liz’s eyes. The worry was hidden behind a deep sadness that he didn’t even know could be seen through someone’s eyes. “What?” he shakily asked.

“I know what’s going on with you, Peter,” Liz whispered. “And I think you know it too, but you don’t want to admit it. God, this sucks,” she muttered. She glanced up, blinking rapidly, trying to put back the tears that were forming against her will. “But that’s what makes you all the more so… so… so good and this so fucking hard.”

Peter couldn’t even speak. He could feel his old friend, guilt, clawing up his stomach and latching onto his chest. He knew what was coming, and he knew why, but he didn’t want to believe it. Part of him wanted what was coming too, but not like this. No, this was going to hurt too much.

Liz took a shaky breath, “I know you haven’t been hanging around Ned and (Y/N) as much. I know you and (Y/N), had like this… this falling out kinda thing. I know you haven’t been the same since that. I know you see me differently now, even though you try so hard to fight against it and not show it, and for that, Peter, thank you. Because I know that that’s so hard to do.

“But I also know how you look at her—don’t feel guilty; you can’t help it. You know you can’t keep a secret to save your life. It’s also just one of those things no one can help or hide. I’ve seen the way you look at her, Peter. It’s okay,” she uncrossed her arms and gripped Peter’s shoulders. His eyes were welling up as well, no matter how hard he clenched his throat or bit his lip. “That way you look at her, Peter? You used to look at me just like that, when you thought I wouldn’t notice. Well, there was less sadness in your eyes then, but considering all things now…”

Peter regretted that what she was saying was true. It was every little thing that had gone through his mind these past couple weeks, but refused to truly believe. He wished it didn’t have to be like this. There had to have been some other way this could’ve played out where no one was crying, where no one was regretting anything.

The only thing he could muster out was a small, “I’m sorry…”

Liz pulled him into a hug. For the first time in weeks, this one didn’t feel empty. Peter didn’t feel distant or like he wanted it to be over so it wouldn’t feel awkward. This was a hug he didn’t want to step away from because it felt real.

“I know,” she whispered. “But I don’t want to be part of the reason you’re not happy.” They stood there, softly holding each other for what they knew was probably the last time. “I just regret not asking sooner. I can’t imagine what it must be like, carrying that around with you all this time…”

“You don’t deserve this,” Peter mumbled into her hair. He felt her exhale a chuckle.

“Yeah, but,” she pulled away, looking down, “life isn’t really about deserving, is it?”

Peter echoed her movements, anxiously twiddling his fingers as Liz began to walk back to the exit.

“Just promise me, you guys’ll both figure it out, okay?” she called back. Peter looked up at her, forcing himself to nod. Liz’s lips pursed into a bittersweet smile, and she turned and shut the door behind her, leaving a physically, mentally, and emotionally numb Peter.

Sightings of Spiderman had doubled within these last few weeks, and the crime rate dropping by nearly the same amount. Many were applauding his productivity, wondering how Queen’s local hero had become so efficient and driven lately.

But you and Ned knew why. It was his distraction. Like those Flash dates had been for you. At least Peter’s was more constant and fulfilling than just your two hours every week.

It wasn’t like the hot air balloon lunch upstate wasn’t completely distracting, or the early screening of some new movie Flash was into (seriously impressive, you had to admit). They worked, but just for a short while. And once you really thought about it, you found that you felt worse afterward than you did before. You were just reminded of how you were trying oh so hard to forget the main reason you were doing those dates in the first place. It was like how you try so hard to forget something that you end up having it come to mind more.

Once Peter and Liz ended things, it didn’t stop your pain. But it did make you realize what you were doing was pointless. So you ended it. Not like Flash cared much anyway. But why make Peter suffer anymore than he was already. He didn’t need the weight of seeing you with Flash, added on to his guilt and sadness from Liz, crushing him more. 

“So what do you wanna watch now?” Ned asked, scrolling through the menu.

“I’m cool with anything really.”

As he selected ‘Ferris Buller’s Day Off’, he passed you the popcorn bowl. “So… have you talked to Peter yet?” he tried to ask lightly and casually.

You sighed, “You know I haven’t.”

Ned turned to you, his voice dropping into a more serious tone. “I think it’s about time you guys face this head on, you know? Confront it. Confront him. Well maybe not confront him, but at least talk to him—”

“Honestly, Ned, I think I’m just gonna feel a whole lot shittier if I do that.”

“Well I can’t keep being the mediator between you two! Honestly I always feel like I have to evenly split my time between you two, running from one end of school to the other just to hang with my two best friends, who don’t even want to talk to each other!”

“You know you don’t have to do that, Ned.”

“I know but I do anyway. ‘Cause I love you guys and if I can do anything to help you guys be happy, I will! So, that’s why I’m saying you guys need to talk.”

“I don’t even know if he’s ready, you know? To talk? I mean it’s only been like what? Two weeks since, you know... That’s not that long—”

“Pretty sure he is now.”

“‘Pretty sure’?”

Ned glanced up from his phone. “Almost positive,” he assured.

You stared at the floor, contemplating whether it was worth it to or not to reopen that wound. You knew you both knew that you had hurt the other. What you didn’t know was whether you were ready to admit why. Why you were hurt in the first place, why you hurt him in return.

Suddenly the bed lurched as Ned leapt off of it, jerking you out of your head. “Sorry, I uh—,” he stumbled to shove his feet back in his shoes. “—I gotta go, I just remembered my mom set a new curfew, so… yeah.”

“What?” your brows furrowed. “Since when?”

“Since now, apparently?”

“What?”

“Sorry, (Y/N)! Enjoy Ferris Buller without me, I’ll see you Monday!” he sped out your door.

“Okay…? Bye?”

As your front door slammed shut with a loud BANG, you pulled out your phone and texted Ned to let you know when he got home. Reading the clock’s display of 10:41, you found it odd that Ned would suddenly barge out like that. You figured you could interrogate him on it back in school, so you laid back and started to scroll through your phone. As early as it was, you found yourself dozing off. Your eyes had just fluttered closed when—

*tap tap tap*

You bolted up, eyelids heavy, not sure if you had really heard it. Grabbing the remote, you shut the TV and listened again. Nothing. Beside you, your phone buzzed and you read Ned’s message.

You up still? it read.

Yeah why???? you replied.

No later had you hit the send button did you hear the window tapping again. You were sure it was real this time, and your body automatically responded faster than your mind did. Throwing the curtains back and raising the window, your heart beat up to your brain. You had no idea where this was going to take you. As you saw those fluffy brown curls amongst the scarlet and blue, your breath caught.

“Hey.”

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