Ash, I Love You! This Celebration Is Bonkers Its So Good Omg Youre A Genius! And Your Dialogues! Ugh

Ash, I love you! This celebration is bonkers it’s so good omg you’re a genius! And your dialogues! Ugh your creativity is hauntingly amazing 🌻

🏹 For prompt #20 because it’s perfect for tasm!peter. Spin that wheel, sweets!

prompt #20 + partners in crime!

"This date is so boring!" you said, almost whining.

"This is not a date, we're breaking into a museum," Peter hissed, though he seemed to rethink his choice of words. "Well, not breaking in. That'd imply we're also breaking the law. We're just sneaking in to stop a thief."

"That's still breaking in," you pointed out, enjoying how riled up he got. "No offense but fighting crime at our three months anniversary? I'd say your dating skills are getting rusty."

He scoffed. "My dating skills must be excellent 'cause I'm dating you."

You blinked. "Peter, how are you sweet even when you're angry?"

"Shush!" he said, blushing profusely. "See those silhouettes? They are the ones I'm after. Just stay quiet, stay alert—"

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard And they're like, it's better than yours.

"...what the fuck," Peter finished, recognizing the song was coming from your pocket.

Gulping, you took out your phone and declined the call from your best friend. All your hopes that it wasn't as loud as it seemed went right out the window when the shadows started getting closer and closer.

"Why didn't you leave your phone outside?" Peter whispered urgently. "And what even is your ringtone—"

"I would like to point out that it's a very cool ringtone," you answered promptly.

"That's not even—!"

The door opened then, and a man in a ski mask took in the unexpected view of a couple fighting inside the broom closet.

"Uh, boss?" he called over his shoulder. "You might want to check this out."

Uh oh.

"Well, time to do some Spideying," Peter said, fixing his mask. "Don't burn down the museum while I'm gone."

I wrote this in English

I still have to get back the paper I wrote the other one on cause I was dumb and wrote it on a paper I was turning it. It’s a depressing poem so let’s see if I get sent to the councilor. Lol

Poem tags- @scandalous-chaos

There were really beautiful dreams that helped you escape from the horrible reality that you were living.

your writing never ceases to amaze me.

“And in this hypothetical case, how does this person behave towards you?” he said, answering your question with another. Pretty clever.

HE LOVES ZOOTOPIA

“And since I was close to your house, I decided to stop by to say hello,” he explained. You frowned and stifled a laugh “Well here I am”

someone get me this man

You had also fallen in love twice with him. And you didn’t regret it one bit.

AAWWWW MY LIL HEARTT!!

Failed spells [P.P] part. 7

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 8k (idk when I wrote so much 😳)

MASTERLIST

A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long, I started a little business to raise money (to see Harry Styles lol) and I've been really busy with it. I hope you like it, I tried very hard and besides being the longest this is my favorite chapter so far (and again sorry for any mistakes)

For the next few weeks, that voice didn’t leave you for a second of the day.

You thought it wasn’t a good idea to tell Peter (or anyone else) because you felt that if they found out about something they would end up feeling just as tormented as you. It was true that you had begun to be a little more participatory in the talks that took place in the dining room of your house, it was still difficult for you to assimilate the idea of ​​building a solid relationship with your family. Although now that you had decided to talk from time to time everything was more bearable, there was no doubt about that. You talked about many things with Gwen and you had also decided to talk to her about the occasional flashbacks that popped into your mind just so she would be aware of it. She was a good friend and above all a good person, one of those who inspire confidence as soon as you see them, so it didn't take long for you to appreciate her. You had also been involved (without really meaning to) in her little crush on her boss; because yes, Harry was her boss after all. She wasn't sure at all, she repeatedly told you that everything felt like something new but that she noticed a lot of interest from the boy. You weren't a walking cupid but you still allowed yourself to spend entire afternoons talking about love.

Love… what was that really?

Your experience with men was really zero, that is if you didn't count the only time you had kissed the Peter Parker of your world. And that had been an accident, you had bumped into each other, and once you realized you had kissed you just laughed out loud.

You had a dilemma, of course, because there were many sources of love that were coming into your life. Gwen was the first, the girl who was happy to have recovered a bit of her best friend and to be discovering new things about her. There was Harry, that shy man who seemed to have it all but who found a confidant in you and who was quite determined to win your best friend's love. There was your family, of course, that although you hadn't finished loving them, they seemed to love you very much and you were grateful that they put food on your plate and gave you a roof to sleep. And speaking of all the changes in your life, you couldn't forget about a certain person: Blake. It hadn't taken long for the boy to become your friend, always looking for you with some lame excuse about science. He was a mysterious guy that you still didn't fully understand, but with whom you liked to spend time. Gradually the talks ceased to be merely scientific and became a little more personal. You began to know him but in a strange way. You knew minimal things like his favorite color and the food he hated, but you didn't know basic things in a friendship like the name of his parents or his address. That was what completely intrigued you, that the boy could make you feel so confident and at the same time you didn't know anything really relevant about his existence. And you seemed to like him. You weren't blind, you weren't dumb, so it wasn't hard to tell how interested he was in you, not just because you were interesting but because he thought you were pretty. You had dodged most of his flattery with his agility, for after all the boy had clearly drawn the line between you. He was handsome, extremely handsome, but you couldn't see him as more than a friend.

And then there was Peter.

Oh, peter

Things had changed between you from the moment the memories had started to appear in your mind, because now that you had officially helped Spiderman the rumors began to spread. Everyone was talking about that mysterious companion that the arachnid had been seen with, that person that he had taken so delicately and seemed to care about in every battle. At first, Peter was worried about what the villains might think of you and of course the harm they might think of doing you. But after a couple of nights on patrol, he realized that you weren't his Y/N anymore. He didn't need to protect you or take care of you (although he liked to do it) but now you could defend yourself and he only had to thank you for the help you were providing him. That's when he stopped caring (just a little bit) about you and the villains who might have thought to come after you, for now, that they'd seen you in action, they knew you weren't a damsel in distress. You were his partner; a hero just like him. But one thing was your life as defenders of New York, and the other was as simple high school students.

That had changed too, even more than your relationship with Spider-Man had changed. You had begun to sit on the same bench only out of habit, but as the days passed you had found yourself looking at the boy out of the corner of your eye, looking for his gaze and secretly admiring his profile.

The demonic voice haunted you in your dreams and those nights were the hardest, but there were also some good things in your dreams. There were nights when your brain left you alone and you could see some of the images that had been stored in you, Peter being the protagonist of most of them.

There were really beautiful dreams that helped you escape from the horrible reality that you were living. Perhaps for that reason when you saw him at school you felt so much peace because in a certain way he was responsible for those fantasies that were actually experiences of the past.

You had decided to look at it and not only that but really pay attention to it. The day was filled with his laughter, his silly jokes, and his awkward smiles, which you had grown used to but had now begun to like. You began to know more about him and, to your surprise, the more you knew, the more you liked that man.

Despite everything, you still had to maintain your image as a couple, so from time to time you received his visit at your house (and not only him coming through your window dressed as Spiderman) and you also went to his home, to spend some time with him and Aunt May.

But there was something that still did not add up. It was like feeling that something was missing, but without discovering what it was.

You didn't know how or when it started, but you got to a point where your heart raced with joy every time you looked at Peter. The need to run into his arms after not seeing him during the day had grown uncontrollably in you and your concern for his well-being was becoming more frequent. You had begun to feel a kind of attachment to him that was different from the attachment you had once had to his variant, and even a different attachment than you felt to his friends.

And again, you were afraid of what that could mean.

One night, in particular, had earned a particular place in your heart and at first, you hadn’t understood the reason.

You had been tossing and turning on the mattress without being able to close your eyes, prey to your thoughts and fleeing from the idea that those hisses could give you nightmares, so it was not difficult to instantly hear the taps against the glass of your window. When you got out of bed and your bare feet hit the cold floor you thought that it could only be one person, so you hurriedly opened the window, only to reveal Peter, who was not wearing his mask, and revealed a couple of wounds bleeding on his face.

“I didn't expect you to respond so soon,” he said with a smile, but behind his grimace, you could feel too much pain. You had learned to do it, to perceive the details in the boy's expressions that revealed his true emotions "I was just coming for my backpack"

“Come in,” you said, and more than a request it had sounded like an order. You assumed that Peter was exhausted because he didn't complain and just sat on the edge of your bed, hoping to get his things to go home and sleep at least a few hours.

But you didn't come back with his backpack, but you had in your hands a small metal box with a cross painted red that already looked quite worn.

“No” he started to say, closing his eyes and gently shaking his head “Not today, Y/N”

"They're going to get infected" you warned him, referring to his wounds, but again he was so tired that he decided not to argue and just let you do what you had to do.

You settled between his legs, silent, and he leaned his head back to let you do your work. You'd gotten pretty good at it, not just because of your history living with a retired doctor but because your new life demanded those kinds of skills. When you closed the distance a little more the boy leaned on his hands, only to escape the impulse to slide them to your waist to hold it carefully, and you were able to press against his wounds cotton dipped in liquid. You saw him close his eyes at the burning, but still, he didn't complain and he let you get on with your work.

You tried to be as careful as possible, running your fingers over all the marks that would remain on his face, and as you did so you also took the opportunity to capture every part of his face in your mind. The moles scattered all over his skin, his voluptuous eyebrows, and his lips so thin and parched that you wanted to moisten with a…

You shook your head instantly when you realized the kind of thoughts that were invading you and it was lucky that Peter had his eyes closed so he couldn't see the violent blush that had spread across your face. Since when did you blush?

"It was a bad night, from what I see" you exclaimed in a low voice, drawing a rather bitter smile from him.

"Yeah"

"What happened this time?" you asked curiously. You were about to finish with it, it only remained to put gauze and fix it with a bit of adhesive tape.

"I really don't want to talk about it," he answered in a tired voice, as he widened his eyes. That day something had happened, he wasn't your usual Peter and that was worrying you a little "Thank you anyway"

“Do you have no more injuries? Sure you're okay?" you insisted

“I'm fine, calm down,” he whispered, and you saw his eyelids threatening to close.

You felt his gloved hand take your waist in a friendly way to get up later, and when he took his backpack, he was ready to leave through the same window he had entered.

"Pete" you exclaimed to stop him and the boy turned to look at you, still quite exhausted in his features "Stay," you asked him.

“Y/N, I really want to rest and…”

"Please" you begged. You took a couple of steps in his direction “I… I'm worried that something will happen to you on the way. You live far from here, stay and I will open a portal in the morning for you to go home”

“You could open it now,” he said and again you recognized that mischievous spark in his eyes, behind that small smile.

“Yes, I could” you answered, with that same smile that he had “Change your clothes. I won't look,” you added, turning around to give her some privacy. But you couldn't help but try to look at him through the piece of glass you had on a shelf in front of you. It wasn't a clear reflection, but even in the dark, you could see his back full of scars and little freckles like stars scattered in the night sky, his muscular arms that he always hid under those long-sleeved shirts, and his long legs covered by a pair of underpants. You felt a little guilty for looking at him, but honestly, it was impossible to look away.

"I'm ready," he said quietly. You turned around and discovered that he was closer than expected, so you had to raise your head to look at him. You stayed silent and admired for a moment the way that even hurt he looked completely beautiful.

"Are you better?" he asked softly. You felt his hand travel to the wound that had almost completely healed on your face and a shiver ran through you. He had been in charge of cleaning it days ago, without stopping scolding you for your irresponsibility at the time of the fight.

"It's just a wound" you had told him without giving much importance to the matter.

"I don't care if it's a scratch, I don't want you to put yourself in danger again, do you understand me?" he had said in a serious voice. In another situation, you would have been upset or even laughed, but now you couldn't help but find it cute that he was trying to protect you.

"It's better," you said with a shrug "Just my back hurts, you know how that is" you added and he smiled lopsidedly.

"We should get a chiropractor, huh?" he teased him. His hand was still on your face and before removing it he made sure to caress your cheek gently with his thumb.

"Let's go to sleep," you asked. Peter didn't wait for you to insist, he just flopped down on your little mattress.

Somehow, he looked delicate, as if he wasn't the protector of New York you were about to share a bed with, but just a helpless young man who had come for comfort.

You lay down next to him and you could feel the boy's body tense at your presence. The last time you had slept in the same room it had been in different places and now you were there next to him, with a fairly small distance between you. Without saying anything, you took a blanket that was next to you to cover most of his body, which he thanked you with his eyes, and then you turned your back on him, hoping that he would feel less uncomfortable.

Peter fell asleep almost immediately, but you seemed to require a bit more time. At a certain moment, when his slow and deep breathing told you that he was already unconscious, you turned to see his silhouette in the dark.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, Peter had also turned so you were face to face. You could see his body sunk into the mattress, you felt the warmth emanating from his body and the image of his calm and relaxed face made you want to place your hand on his cheek and then kiss all his new wounds. He looked beautiful and during the time you took to admire him, you realized what it was that you felt in your chest every time you looked at him.

Listening to the wild beat of your heart, it was then that you understood why that moment would stay inside you until the end: because the image of Peter Parker sleeping peacefully in front of you was the first memory you had about him, that finally belonged to you.

You let out a sigh, lost enough in your thoughts to notice anything around you.

Within all your worries now the matter of the feelings that you were apparently developing towards him had been added. Maybe they had always been there, but after the sudden appearance of memories added to all the intimate moments that you had begun to share, it was already impossible to ignore the knot that appeared in your stomach every time Peter was near you. So ever since that night he had slept next to you, you had been thinking quite a bit about whether or not it would be a good idea to tell him about it.

"What do you think?" you listened by your side You came back to reality in a second and realized that it was Blake who was next to you, so excited talking to you about something you hadn't paid the slightest attention to.

"Sorry?" you asked with a frown. You wouldn't even try to fake it or come up with a clever answer. But the dark-haired man only laughed, without being offended at all.

"You are very distracted today," he said amused. The truth was that you were a bit anxious since Peter and Gwen were at Oscorp that day because the school had organized an excursion for a few weeks ago, so you had said that you didn’t want to go because it didn’t generate interest in you to be with the people of that universe. Right now, you were regretting it a lot, because besides the two of them there would surely be Harry and it would have been a wonderful opportunity to be with your friends. So, you had no choice but to allow Blake to sit with you, even though on this particular occasion you preferred to eat alone.

“Yes, I have too much to think about and… I'm sorry” you apologized. He kept his smile, quite content to be there and seeing you as if you were the most interesting person in the world.

“Don't apologize,” he said kindly, as he stirred the remains of his food with a fork. “Is there anything I can help with?” he added, hoping his words might give you some kind of confidence to share your problems with him.

You thought about it for a moment, pondering how good an idea it was to share your love life with that boy, and you came to the conclusion that he would be perhaps the only person you could trust with such information since both Harry and Gwen could deduce who was the person you were referring to.

"Actually, there is something" you started to say and he looked at you attentively "Have you never felt that you know someone and then it turns out that they are a completely different person?" you asked. The truth made more sense in your head so you knew the best thing to do would be to flesh out your question. "I mean...there is a relatively new person in my life that I think I like a lot more than I should," you exclaimed, still not looking at him “And it's a little scary if I'm honest"

"What do you mean when you say you like them more than you should?" he asked curiously.

“You know, like…something physical,” you said with a lump in your throat. You didn't want to put a label on your feelings because that meant accepting them "Well, speaking of a hypothetical case..."

“You love hypothetical cases” he observed and you laughed.

"Let's say that in this hypothetical case you realized that you were developing feelings of something other than a friendship for someone that you shouldn't" you explained, "What would you do?"

He thought a bit about what kind of response would be appropriate and you took the opportunity to absentmindedly bite one of your nails. You had years without doing it.

"And in this hypothetical case, how does this person behave towards you?" he said, answering your question with another. Pretty clever.

You talked to him for a while about the kindness with which he treated you, the gentleness, how he tried to protect you, and basically all the virtues that you could attribute to Parker without really saying his name at any time. Blake kept listening to you and analyzing the information as if it were something really important, putting all the details together to be able to give you an accurate opinion.

"I guess... I'd tell them how I feel" he said at the end "Since after everything you told me they seem to like you too" for a second you heard some nerves in his voice, but you were too busy thinking about the brunette to realize that.

"So you think?" you asked uncertainly “What if they don't react well? I wouldn't want to lose their friendship."

"Find a way for him or her to know, but without being so direct," she suggested. "You know, one of those hints that are like rocks hitting your head," she teased, eliciting a small smile from you.

"He. He's a bit silly, he finds it hard to understand” she sighed, with a smile that everyone could classify as in love.

“Then tell him directly. You don't lose anything by trying and if things go wrong, I think that eventually, you can try to recover his friendship” he added, to which you nodded “Although if I'm honest I don't imagine that someone could reject you. You're great"

“Oh, that's so sweet of you to say that,” she murmured, placing a hand on your chest as you winced the bell rang and you were happy to go back to class because at least then you would have something to think about to get Peter out of your head “I guess I'll take your advice and tell him one of these days. After all, sometimes you have to take risks, right?” you shrugged your shoulders and saw the boy nod enthusiastically "Thanks for listening to me, you're an amazing friend" you exclaimed sincerely, as you gathered up all your things and both of you got up from the table "See you later in class," you said by way of farewell, hurrying to your locker to grab everything you need.

On top of that, an extra notebook and a couple of pencils, hoping you could write some kind of rough draft to express your emotions. You always considered yourself a spontaneous person, but this did require twice your attention and effort.

More than requiring it, you would say it was totally worth it.

You were lying on your bed, while the anxiety was responsible for consuming you for another night.

It had been days since you'd spoken to Blake about Peter (although you never mentioned it) and his words hadn't stopped spinning in your head.

You have nothing to lose by trying and if things go wrong, I think eventually you can try to get his friendship back.

Things had been going well between you and the arachnid, but you were always so busy fighting crime and struggling to get the best grade on your school projects that you hadn't found a single moment to talk to him about how you had started to feel.

You had thought about telling him that morning when you had unexpectedly arrived at his house, but he looked so sleepy and tender that you completely forgot what your initial mission had been.

"You go to sleep late?" you had asked, with slight amusement in your voice. You knew perfectly well that he hadn't slept well, everyone had seen the news about the attempted robbery at the bank.

He had just smiled at you with a bit of feigned annoyance and served himself cereal in a bowl, not much interested in asking what you were doing so early at his house. You sat in front of him and laid your head on the table, taking advantage of his breakfast time to observe him with admiration.

"Am I still asleep or have you not stopped looking at me since you arrived?" he asked raising both eyebrows. You deflected his question with a smile.

"You're still a little sleepy" you replied simply. He continued to eat his cereal and a comfortable silence settled between the two of you, who were just enjoying each other's morning company. "Peter, would you like to have a baby?" you asked out of the blue. He began to choke on the milk that was in his mouth.

"What are you saying?" he said, his voice shrilling from the cough that had overtaken him.

"Did I hear about a baby?" May asked walking into the kitchen as if she had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

"No, no, it's not what you think" you rushed to say. Peter was still gasping for breath. “I phrased my question wrong. I mean I was thinking of asking if in some very, very distant future Peter has plans to start a family or something” you added nervously “I wasn't suggesting anything to him”

“Oh, Y/N, shut up already,” he managed to say, and you didn't know if his red face was because he was completely embarrassed or just because of the shortness of breath he had experienced.

Suddenly May started laughing at her nephew's reaction, then you followed, and eventually, Peter joined in the laughter as well. Now at least you were certain that he was wide awake.

The question about having children had come out of nowhere as if your brain urgently needed to know the answer. After he finally calmed down and both of you assured May that you weren't pregnant, he was able to answer your question and you realized that Peter was a complete romantic. He liked the idea of ​​marriage and family, as long as his partner agreed, as well as having a warm and traditional home.

“And do you have aspirations outside of… you know, a night shift job?” you exclaimed He didn't need any more references to understand what you meant.

He told you about his plans to continue being a superhero and also the fear that if (at some point in his life) he had that dream life, his wife and children would end up harmed thanks to the identity of him as a superhero.

He also expressed that he loved the idea of ​​a university career because that could lead him to a more successful future and therefore with more job opportunities.

"Maybe I'll study something related to science that can help me with my other hobbies," he told you. You knew well that by hobbies he meant his other identity.

Peter didn't know where your interest in knowing his aspirations and goals in his life came from, but he was happy to have started Saturday in such a nice way. You were talking about it for almost an hour until a moment came that you weren't ready for.

"And you?" he had asked.

And me? you asked yourself. Hearing Peter talk about his ideal life had been so exciting that you had forgotten what your own ideal life had been.

The idea of ​​marriage sickened you and you had said it many times. You found the idea of ​​someone withholding your skills and forcing you to serve them a hot plate of food every day as if you were a servant horrifying. You had never liked babies and you clearly didn’t feel that you would be qualified to raise a person to be useful in society. University had been ruled out for a long time to devote full time to the mystic arts and thus become (at some point in the future) Sorceress Supreme.

How could you explain that to that boy who was looking at you with such enthusiasm from the other side of the table?

The idea of ​​turning off the sparkle in his eyes with your unoptimistic answers terrified you and another part of you felt that it wasn’t right to tell him because there was something in that universe that had made you rethink a thousand things.

What if marriage was martyrdom only when you were with the wrong person? What if babies actually brought indescribable joy into your life? What if college turned out to be a good investment of time after all?

There was something that made you doubt things that months ago you seemed to have had so clear as if suddenly there was no longer the only path that led to your perfect life plan, but that you had a couple of more deviations that led to worlds that in you never thought you'd be interested.

It was strange. Strange and terrifying, but this time there was also a third and fourth emotion that scrambled the whole equation: excitement and curiosity.

"Honestly I don't know" you managed to answer. You feared, for a second, that you wouldn't be able to utter words again.

"Have you never thought about that?" he murmured curiously. He had to admit that you had changed quite a bit during the time you had been in his world, but he knew that this need to plan everything couldn’t have left you overnight.

“No” you answered “I mean, yes, but… I think now I'm not so sure,” you told him. He could see a vulnerability in your eyes that he had never seen before. "I guess I still have to find out," you completed, shrugging.

"I think so," he replied. Silence settled between you for a few seconds, which Peter took advantage of to observe you while you were distracted.

“Anyway, I didn't come here for that. I wanted—I want to tell you something important,” you corrected. You were about to speak again when you saw him suddenly sit up, a sign that his spider-sense was warning him about something. "There are problems," you murmured, more like an affirmation than a question. He gave you an embarrassed smile "Well, it's early to kick butt, but I guess I'll join you"

"No. I need you to stay here to keep May company, or she will worry about our absence” he exclaimed approaching you “I'll ask her to distract you because I'm going to pick up a surprise for you or something. Also, I don't want you to put yourself at risk."

"Again with that?" you asked rolling your eyes "We'll discuss this later, now go before I regret it" you indicated. Both of you put on a convincing show to put his aunt at ease and once he was in the door, he smiled at you.

"I'll be back in a while, don't miss me" he joked, using the phrase you once used with him. He approached you and placed a hand on your cheek, and then left a kiss on your forehead as a goodbye.

He had done it with the naturalness of a man saying goodbye to his wife every morning as if it was a habit between you. And that small and apparently insignificant caress ended up convincing you that you were really feeling something else for that boy: and that was called love.

Again, as you had been doing for countless nights, you looked up at the ceiling of your room and sighed as you realized that you couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. You were tired of having so many things tormenting your mind, pressing until you felt there was no escape, and not talking about it with anyone was also killing you.

You didn't think too much of it was a good idea, you just let your heart take control of your body, and when you unlocked your phone, you reached for his contact.

Hi

Are u there?

You wrote. It was early morning, but you were hoping that the boy was still awake and could at least distract you from your thoughts.

You waited a couple of minutes, impatiently, and then you felt foolish for what you had done. Peter was obviously resting or on patrol, but both were more important than attending to your childish problems. He had a life too, or did you want to burden him with your worries because he had more than enough of his.

You felt a lump in your throat and some tears that you managed to contain, but just when you were about to delete the messages you heard a knock on the window.

There he was.

"Peter?" you asked quietly, fearing that your mind was playing tricks on you. You ran to the window with your bare feet and when you opened it, you noticed that he was wearing his Spiderman suit "What are you doing here?"

"You sent me a message," he murmured gently. He didn't seem hurt in any way and that put you at ease.

"I just asked if you were awake"

“And since I was close to your house, I decided to stop by to say hello,” he explained. You frowned and stifled a laugh "Well here I am"

"I realize"

"And are you okay?"

“Yes, everything… everything is fine,” you said. It was not a lie since, although you did not expect him to appear through your window, now that you had him there you were happy.

"But..." he exclaimed looking at you. How could he know you so well?

"But I'm a little worried about many things and I can't sleep" you completed "So I thought I'd talk to you to distract myself for a while. Although I thought it would be by text and not in person” you murmured with a small smile.

"And what are you worried about?" he asked. His voice was soft.

"I don't want to talk about it, Peter," you exclaimed without encouragement.

"Well, that's easy to fix," he replied. You were about to ask what he meant, but then you felt his body bumping into you and his arms wrapping around you warmly.

You smiled and laid your head on his chest, letting his hand caress his back gently. Peter asked something about how your day went and he also started to tell you something about a thief he stopped because his foot got stuck in a sewer. The story was funny and you couldn't help but chuckle a couple of times.

Being hugged to his body was not unpleasant, quite the opposite. You could let yourself fall against him, feeling no strain on your neck and enjoying his mesmerizing voice.

"Hey, I have an idea" he murmured close to your ear. You looked up and blushed when you noticed how close your face was to his.

"What?"

“I know a great place” was all he said. Using his web-shooters, he took your yellow cloak and carefully put it on you, then took your hand and guided you out the window.

You didn't question him, because you were too interested in where he was going to take you. The cold air hit you as soon as you set foot on the fire escape, but then you were sheltered by his arms holding you. He warned you that it would be a bumpy ride and you laughed as you gripped his neck more firmly, ready for him to swing through the streets of New York. You didn't know where he was taking you, but you were enjoying the ride you were having where you fought not to scream every time you ended up too low to the ground.

You swung for a few minutes until Peter stopped on a building and when you opened your eyes you felt vertigo that you had never experienced before.

"Is it the Empire State Building?" you asked in a whisper, grabbing his arm trying to keep you from falling. Your pajamas were thin, so all you had to do was wrap yourself inside your cloak to protect yourself from the cold. "Why did you bring me here?"

"I like the view" he replied and you burst out laughing.

“How funny” you murmured. Peter tried to sit down, but you shook your head violently.

"I'm going to fall"

"You're not going to fall”

"Peter, it's too high," you said nervously. But he held you firmly and meeting his gaze made you gasp for breath. But it wasn't because of the height, but because of the beauty of his eyes.

"You're not going to fall. And if you do, I'll catch you”

And suddenly you felt dizzy, but again it had nothing to do with the height of the building. You let Peter help you sit on the edge of the roof, leaning your back against a railing, and you enjoyed the feel of the air making your hair dance.

"It’s nice, isn’t it?" he said excitedly "I come here when I need to clear my mind" he confessed, but you didn't say anything else.

You looked at the lights from the buildings, which from this height looked like little fireflies on the grass of an abandoned field, and then you looked at him. You loved his smile, so understanding and kind, a sign that he had had a good day.

Now you were convinced of what you felt towards him, but how would you go about telling him?

It wasn’t a simple matter because you had never had to do it in your life. You knew how to heal a wound because Strange had taught you, you were good at math because Peter had taught you, and you stood up for your ideals and convictions because of Michelle's motivations. But in your life, you have never needed to tell a person that you loved them. It was different to say in between laughs, in the middle of a hug, or as a joke, because it was also a different kind of love. And you were scared by the idea that if you started loving things in that universe, then you couldn't go back to yours.

"Do you feel better?" he insisted, noticing that you still hadn't told him anything. You nodded softly and continued to stare at him, thinking how lucky you were to have his affection.

You hadn't done anything to earn it and that made you feel guilty. You wanted to show him that you were good, that you could help him, and that you appreciated that he cared so much about you. But you didn't know how to do it.

"I can tell you something?" you asked softly. The words had left your mouth without you being able to control it.

"Of course," he exclaimed with a smile, while he moved a little to get closer to you like a child would when you are about to tell him a secret "What is it?"

"Well, I…" you started to say, but stopped. There was something inside of you that recognized that he was perhaps the kindest, most loving, caring person you had ever met. He was smart, he was brave and you could spend all night naming his qualities if he would let you. But you were also overwhelmed by the feeling that you were not worthy of his love. You had come to ruin his life, you had only brought problems with you, and after all the plan was still to find a way to return to your world. So, it was with these thoughts that all the confidence you had gained to confess your feelings to him had disappeared in a thousandth of a second "Forget it"

"What?"

"Forget it, it was silly" you rushed to say, trying to give him your best smile. You hadn't realized how close you were until you settled back into your seat, turning your head the other way unconsciously, but contrary to all predictions you felt his hand going up to your chin to force you to look at him. Though of course, he hadn't applied any force, again it was just a kind gesture.

"Tell me anyway," he begged. You held your breath as you felt his thumb slide down to your lips and the tips of his long, slender fingers brush your neck.

It was as if he knew you needed to tell him.

"It's nothing" you insisted. Your voice was an insecure sigh and although your lips said one thing, your eyes indicated the opposite.

Peter didn't say anything, he just kept his eyes on your face as if he was analyzing every detail, just like you had been doing lately. The difference was that he was doing it without any shame.

His fingers wandered over your skin and for a second you hated the fact that he was still wearing his suit. You wanted to feel his skin, you wanted to touch him and let him touch you without a cloth in between.

And you felt that he looked at you for an eternity, although you were sure that only a few seconds had passed.

You struggled inhumanly not to reach out to hold his face as well and felt like you were going to die when his eyes flicked for a moment to your lips, at the same time he licked his own lips.

You wanted to kiss him, you wanted it more than ever.

"It's a shame" he replied, using a tone in his voice that bordered on mocking as if he enjoyed the butterflies that had invaded your stomach thanks to him, but that was also tender, probably because he had noticed the blush that you were sure had already painted your cheeks.

The two of you wanted to pull away, but you couldn't. One movement was all it took to bring your lips inches apart, which Peter could easily execute.

He just needed to pull you towards him, carefully pull your face so he could kiss you once and for all.

You let out a sigh and then he found in your eyes that same vulnerability that he had perceived when you spoke about the future. That fearful glow that I didn't know.

He was going to say something when the distant sound of sirens broke the bubble that had formed between you and brought you back to reality, so you walked away from him.

"There are problems," you said with a nervous smile "You should go, I can go home alone" you murmured hastily "You know, portals" you continued, making signs to open a portal with your hands.

"Okay, I got it," he laughed. He stood up and after helping you, then guiding you to a less dangerous part of the roof of the building "How do you feel?"

"Better" you lied. In fact, you felt even more confused “Thank you for this. See you later,” you said quickly. You wanted to cry at your inability to confess your feelings "Good luck"

Without waiting for an answer, you turned around and pretended to look for your sling ring in your pocket, but a cobweb sticking to your hand stopped you.

You looked back with a frown, but he pulled you until you ended up in his arms and a second later, he kissed you.

You didn't have time to process it, but just let yourself be carried away by his soft grip on your waist and his thin lips caressing yours. Everything was happening very fast, you could only feel your heart beating uncontrollably and your hands going to your cheeks almost by themselves, as if you had been doing it all your life.

There were too many emotions hanging in the air, but you were too busy tasting his lips to register anything beyond excitement, combined with a hint of nostalgia.

With each passing second, the contact became more intense and hungrier, as if he wanted to know everything he needed to know about you through that kiss.

"Peter," you said separating slightly. He ignored you and left another kiss "Peter" you insisted, but he continued to drown your words with kisses "Peter" you exclaimed for the third time, separating yourself enough to speak "I'm not her"

“I don't care” he answered without thinking. Another kiss, and he finally pulled away so he could look at you. It didn't take you more than a second to start missing the contact.

"You don’t understand. I don't want to ruin your life."

"You're not ruining anything up," he replied. His hands were still on your waist "If you don't want me, I'll stop..."

“I want you, Peter” you interrupted him “My God, of course I want you. But I know I'm not who you're expecting and... I'm scared."

"Y/N, you don't get it, do you?" he asked and a small smile escaped his lips “I fell in love… with you. You came months ago and turned my world upside down. You brought problems, lots of problems, but you also brought something different into my life. And I realized that maybe you were what was missing in my life. You” his hand gently placed on your cheek, while looking at you adoringly "I didn't want to put pressure on you, so I was waiting for you to say something, but... I think a little push was needed” he teased and you gave a nervous laugh. Then Peter tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Though I think I got a little excited," he confessed, at which you laughed again.

"We. We got a little excited” you replied. It felt strange to have that familiarity again, to speak to him in whispers and with love like a real couple. "So, you... Do you have feelings for me?"

“I thought that was clear,” he teased, stealing another kiss from you. But this was a calmer one, taking the time to enjoy it.

"I'm glad to be here with you" you exclaimed on his lips.

"Don't you want to go home anymore?"

"I don't know" you confessed "But while we think of a solution, I'm glad to be here" you murmured. Your fingers slid down his cheek, taking a moment to gently frame his sharp jaw. "Peter, you have to go."

"Why?" he asked concerned. He feared that he had said the wrong thing.

“The sirens have not stopped sounding”

“Oh that!” he laughed "Let the police solve it," he said shrugging and now it was your turn to laugh out loud "I love your laugh" you heard him say "And your voice, and your look, and your lips and..." he couldn't keep talking. You interrupted him with a kiss.

You lost count of how many times you kissed him on that building and you also lost count of how many things you confessed between those kisses. As time passed you began to let go of all those things that you had kept silent about, feeling the weight on your shoulders less and less. And as that subsided it was replaced by love filling your chest.

“You know what the best thing about all this is?” he asked sometime in the morning. You hadn't slept at all, but it wasn't necessary when you were leaning against his chest and surrounded by his arms as you watched the sunrise.

"What?" you asked curiously. He smiled at you and admired you for a few moments before answering.

“That I had the opportunity to fall in love with you. Twice"

You kissed him, again, feeling like the luckiest girl. Between his arms, there were no problems, with your lips on his there was no place to focus on anything else.

And while you kissed him you reflected a little on his words.

You had also fallen in love twice with him. And you didn't regret it one bit.

belllaaa <333

Can you write a dating bella swan headcannon please

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧

her love language is definitely touch

she's always got her hand in yours or her arms wrapped around your torso

holding hands as you walk down the school halls

or when you're sitting at the lunch table

expect study and library dates

also having picnics in the meadow that ends in a make-out sesh

she buys you books but writes little notes in the margins for you to find

she likes to cook for you, too

charlie likes you a whole lot and reminds bella of it often

giving you rides to school in her truck

or, if you have your own car, competing to see who gets there first every day

the two of you will just stay up for hours in your rooms, just talking about everything

she'd tell you stories from when she lived in phoenix

watching old movies when you should be sleeping

or showing each other new CDs that the other found recently

you definitely share clothes, jewelry, accessories, etc

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THE LAST LINE JENNY YOU ABSOLUTE BRILLIANT WRITER

FOOLISH MEMORIES | KAZ BREKKER

I've been doing bad things that you don't know about / Stealing your stuff now and then / Nothing you'd miss, but it means the world to me - based on the song Jenny by Studio Killers, requested by @crybabywhatever

Summary: You came back to Ketterdam and met your childhood crush by accident, but he's not the same anymore. Now it's time to talk about what has changed.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Characters: Y/N (no pronouns), Kaz Brekker, Jordie Rietveld (mentioned)

Fandom: Shadow and Bone

A/N: Ahahaha I hyped you up with requesting back in April and then you had to wait for an eternity..... sorry. But thank you for understanding my reasons for why this is so late + I hope a oneshot makes the delay up! I hope you like it 💓

Word count: 1.4k

You would have never believed you'd someday return to Ketterdam.

But oddly, you had missed the city, missed the memories. Even its rainy weather was something you had missed. In Ravka, it didn't rain that often and when it did, the rain didn't bring up the stench of sewers. Of course you hadn't missed that, but it still brought you even more memories.

You just didn't believe that one of those memories would come to you in form of a person.

After seeing him earlier that day, you had recognized him immediately - Kaz, the boy who you had ran across these same streets fifteen years ago. He had changed a lot, but something in him made you recognize him. And now you had moved to talk about it to Kaz's office, not wanting anyone listening in - potentially recognizing the name Rietveld and connect the pieces.

But he had changed. You had learned that he was called Kaz Brekker now. Dirtyhands. Being feared across Ketterdam, someone parents would scare their children with to prevent then from wandering too far. Everything Kaz Rietveld hadn't been.

"I've done bad things you don't even know about," Kaz mumbled, staring at the document in front of him. "I'm not that little boy who told you that he'd marry you one day anymore." He looked up and met your eyes for a moment before looking away again. "You're better off without me."

You shook your head, sighing. "I don't believe that. You can't change that much, your heart doesn't change even if you tried to change it."

Kaz turned his gaze back to his desk. "I wish I could say the same thing." He picked up the pen and dipped it into the inkwell, making some notes on his paper. "But I can't."

Silence ensued, you didn't really know what to say to him. He leaned back in his chair after finishing with writing those few short sentences, turning his head to stare out the window. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the city.

"How many years it has been?" Kaz suddenly asked, turning his gaze back to the table, and you thought for a moment.

"About fifteen years, I think." you said. "Why do you ask?"

Kaz stared at the paper in front of him. "Because when we last met, we were innocent, just children. And now..."

"I'm grown up, and so are you," you interrupted. "I'm twenty-five, Kaz. It's been fifteen years since then."

He nodded slowly. "And you've done well with yourself."

You took in a sigh. "Yeah."

Meeting him again after all these years wasn't going as you had thought it would go. Kaz told the truth when he said that he wasn't that boy anymore, who you had missed during all these years living in Ravka. He had changed a lot, he wasn't innocent anymore, nor he was scared. He was the man people were scared of now.

It felt strange to be sitting here, talking to him, knowing that he was that boy you had played with as a child, now turned into someone children like you had been would be scared of, but still feeling safe.

"I want to ask you something," you began.

"Go on," Kaz replied, leaning forward in his chair.

You swallowed. "What happened to you?"

Kaz's jaw immediately clenched, and you knew you had jabbed the wrong place. "Nothing that concerns you," he said curtly.

You sighed and stared out the window, watching the sun dip below the horizon. "I'm sorry. I was just curious," you said quietly. "About how you ended up like this."

"It doesn't concern you," Kaz repeated.

"Okay," you nodded, laying your gaze to your feet, falling silent again.

Kaz started to write to his papers again, and you just sat there in silence, looking at your former best friend working. Would you ever be friends again? Was he even someone you could be friends with?

You frowned at the thought. You wouldn't have believed you'd ever have to ask yourself that question - you had thought that if you ever met Kaz again, he'd smile widely and wrap his arms tightly around you, you'd laugh and tell each other what you had been up to all these years, maybe go to get something small to eat and take Jordie along.

Never had it crossed your mind that he'd be like this if you would meet again - secluded, cold, calculating, and on top of all, extremely feared around Ketterdam and nobody wanted to mess with him. Killing people was his normal task. You didn't recognize the person you once knew in him, but at the same time, you did, in some deranged way.

It was confusing, to say at least. But maybe with time, your relationship would warm up again, maybe you could be friends again? It was wishful thinking, maybe even foolish, but you couldn't help it. You missed him, even if he wasn't that boy you missed anymore.

"I'm intending to stay in Ketterdam, at least for a while," you muttered and Kaz nodded. "If you have any jobs for me... like run errands or cook or serving drinks, I might be up to do them."

Kaz frowned, but didn't look up from his papers. "Didn't take you to be fond of criminal lifestyle."

"This is Ketterdam, Kaz, I'm not a fool. I know that in order to be as safe as possible here, you have to work for something or someone who's feared," you stated, feeling odd to speak with Kaz like it was strictly business. Like you didn't know each other.

And Kaz didn't like your tone either, you had switched it from earlier. From warm and confused to strictly professional. But he did need someone to take care of the bar at the Crow Club - their current barista was about to have a baby in a couple of months and he didn't have anyone to replace her yet.

So he nodded, offering you a handshake. "The bar at the club will need a new host in about a month. Will you take that job?"

You nodded, shaking Kaz's hand, but you noticed that he pulled his hand away hurriedly, with a flinch, like something had stung him. You frowned, but Kaz seemed to jump over the subject.

"You will at the start of next month, then. Our current barista will surely guide you before you'll replace her. I'll arrange a room for you at the Slat," he said, waving his hand and sending you off.

You slowly rose up from your chair, making your way to the door. And while you didn't look, Kaz lifted his gaze to look at you exit his office, a long lost warm feeling passing by his heart - maybe some day, you'd find your friendship again. Maybe it wasn't too late yet... maybe you'd be the one who would pull him out from the waters for good.

He knew it was foolish thinking, but that little, innocent boy, he had had a huge crush on you and really believed that he's going to marry you one day, that nothing could come in between you. It had been so innocent and naive. And then, you moved to Ravka with your parents and he lost Jordie, and became someone Kaz Rietveld and his friend Y/N would have been terrified of - probably Jordie would be terrified too had he survived and appeared to his club. He shivered at the thought.

But you weren't Jordie - even though you had been a bit shaken at first, you then understood that the life at the Barrel had made its job and changed that boy you once knew. A boy without anyone who could care less about him, he had to harden himself up if he wanted to survive. To become someone who was respected, and the way to respect at the Barrel wasn't a pretty way, it was ruthless. Everyone knew that. He would have died without turning out to be like that, because the Barrel has pity for no one, not even children.

You had grown up, but you still had that bright spark in your eyes you already had at ten years old - where he wasn't the same, he had become something much more worse, but still... maybe even Kaz Brekker could befriend Kaz Rietveld's childhood best friend.

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aww jenni your writing sparked the kaz love in me again which is certainly helpful cause i needed motivation to write for him 💐💐

Hi, Jenni! I saw requests are pen and I wanted to ask for C20 for Shadow and Bone's Kaz? “I was an idiot to ever trust you.” Thank you! :D (going back to binge reading your stuff now bye haha)

Fandom: Shadow and Bone

A/N: The last line made me so happyyyy 😭💗 I'm so glad you have liked my work & I hope you like this! And I'm so sorry for the huuuge delay 😵

Warnings: angst, swearing, Kaz is very angry with you 😡

Word count: 721

It hadn't been your fault. One of the old ambassadors of Ravka, one of the men you had stolen from just a few years back before you had smuggled yourself to Ketterdam, happened to be in the same party where you had been holding a heist in. Seeing him had taken you off guard, and you had left your post after he had started to stare at you, which ultimately led to the whole plan falling down.

Now, you were standing at Kaz's office, listening to his scolding for the past fifteen minutes.

“I was an idiot to ever trust you.” Kaz finished, glaring at you. "You won't be joining the rest of our heists, at least not in this month. I don't need you dancing around and messing up our plans again."

Your mouth dropped open. One mistake and Kaz was ready to throw you out? "You're being unfair, how the fuck would I have known that the ambassador would be there and recognize me?" you grumbled back, but Kaz didn't budge. He had made his decision and rolled the whole fault on you.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not going to let you pull any more stupid stunts like that!" he growled. "If you can't behave yourself then you're off the team! I'll find someone who can keep up with my standards, so just... shut up and get out of here."

Your jaw clenched tight as you glared back at him, but you obeyed anyway, slamming the door shut behind you. You immediately felt tears stinging in your eyes and just made your way back to your room, and the whole Slat heard your footsteps.

Inej had been listening to your and Kaz's fight behind the window as she was coming back for a report, but instead being met with you and Kaz shouting at each other.

"Kaz, you're being cruel to them," Inej sighed as she slid in from the window. Kaz didn't answer, just browsing through papers on his desk and Inej slowly made her way closer to the desk. "They don't deserve to be talked to like that."

"It's none of your business." said Kaz.

"Yes it is."

He looked up sharply, but Inej wasn't intimidated. She was just looking at him with those brown eyes of hers. Kaz turned his gaze back to his desk, pursing his lips.

"I just don't want them to get hurt," Kaz muttered, staring at the paper in front of him.

Kaz's words registered into Inej's mind slowly, and her scowl disappeared as understanding took over. "You have feelings for them."

Kaz's eyes widened for just a moment, before he tried to hide it by rolling his eyes with a scoff. "No, I don't. A ridiculous thought. They're useful for the Dregs, irreplaceable, but feelings would be waste of time."

Inej crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. "Then why are you so upset?"

Kaz groaned, as if Inej should have known how to read his mind. "Because they're going to get hurt if they keep acting recklessly, and that would be unnecessary."

Inej cocked an eyebrow at him. "You never are afraid of people getting hurt, as long as your plan works."

Kaz groaned. "I already told you. They're irreplaceable. I can't afford to lose them."

"Irreplaceable for you," Inej mumbled and then smirked slightly. "Kaz Brekker finally shows feelings."

Kaz's jaw clenched and unclenched, before he turned around and took a parchment from the drawer, silently telling Inej that he won't be talking about it anymore. So Inej left his office, slipped out from the window to Ketterdam's rainy night.

She had a temptation to go knock on your window and tell you to go talk to Kaz at the morning when you both had calmed down, but she knew that you probably were too mad at Kaz to actually listen to her, or believe her. And Kaz wouldn't be ready for a relationship, at least not yet. And making him talk with you too early could trigger his anxiety or one of his panic attacks, and it wasn't pretty when Kaz had one of those.

She just hoped you'd be willing to wait too, because you both deserved to feel to be loved, even if your relationship wouldn't be the regular one.

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