I Think We Can All Agree That The Miscommunication Trope Is The Fucking Worst.

I think we can all agree that the miscommunication trope is the fucking worst.

Like literally -9999/10. Would not recommend.

But the fact that Garrett and Hannah from "the deal" just had a conversation And didn't do the whole "avoiding each other after a big argument where neither of us got to talk because we're both dumbasses" just filled me with so much joy.

Fᴀᴍᴏᴜs!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Jealousy, Jealousy - @waitimcomingtoo

you call tom out on his most jealous moments

Call It What You Want - @waitimcomingtoo

tom accidentally send you mixed signals during an interview

Rumours - @celestialbarnes

tom and actress!reader are secretly dating and play the game, ‘spill your guts or fill your guts’

The ‘Friendship’ Test - @spideyobsessed

you and tom take glamour’s friendship test

3 Hearts Broken - @wizkiddx

an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it

A Job Offer - @wizkiddx

after your ex, tom holland, helped you out after a panic attack at an event - the fall out is a lot more than just one embarrassing night

Secret Lover - @hollandsour

y/n and tom, who have been secretly dating for a while, both come on to the graham norton show - causing social media to blow up about it

“That Was Painfully Sexist” - @cherrycheridarling

at a panel for the new avengers film, the questions differ drastically between the female and male actors on stage

Lockscreen - @cherrycheridarling

tom goes on jimmy fallon for a game of 'show me your phone' - being the oblivious child he is, tom forgets about his lockscreen

Coffee & Muffins - @schaferthecreator

you and tom go out to get breakfast and run into some paparazzi

Breaking The Internet - @parkers-gal

tom and reader are expecting a baby, and finally make it public

Fluffy Hair - @parkers-gal

tom joins the reader in her interview

Lingerie - @duskholland

your co star offers to photograph you in your new lingerie, and it only escalates from there

Something To Remember - @tinyyoungblood

you and tom are in portland for one mission only and that is to be seen together - so how did you end up getting parent tattoos?

Outshining Tom - @tinyyoungblood

you and your co-stars from far from home are stuck in a seven-hour flight and tom keeps missing the hole until you show him how to do it

Spotlight - @mywldflwers

you've joined the mcu family and you attend its premiere with tom by your side

Sweet Nothings - @parkersdoll

tom is always there to soothe your nerves

Party Of The Year - @whereistradel

reader is a famous actress who is best friends with tom - they plan to throw a birthday party but tom can’t make it due to his press tour

Scars - @grimesslut

famous!reader has a history of self harm but no one knows - until photos go around of her scars

Defying Gravity - @cali-holland

your broadway debut as elphaba in wicked makes you come to terms with your feelings for your best friends brother

Familiar - @angelic-holland

you’re a famous youtuber and are invited to interview the far from home cast - but nobody knows you’re already dating one of them

Dirty Shirley - @angelic-holland

you’re an actress in endgame and have a little too much to drink for your 21st birthday

Trust Issues - @stuckonspidey

where the avengers cast are on the jimmy fallon show and tom accidentally blurts out that he and the reader are dating

Shy Smiles - @tomhollandd

instead of tom sweeping you off your feet like he planned, you’re the one sweeping him off his

Press Week - @parkersbliss

just three times you and tom were too adorable during press week

Interview Interests - @redrebecca

when you go on your favourite chat show to promote your new movie, a lot can happen, especially when you’re sharing a couch with tom holland

Scheduling Issues - @redrebecca

you arrive on set 2 hours early, tom passes the time with an instagram live

The Press Tour - @dahliaspidey

you’re a new, inexperienced actress plucked from the obscurity of everyday life to play the lead in the reboot of a famous british ane austen novel, and tom holland just so happens to be playing your love interest

Sex Scene: Interview - @xoluvx

you and tom starred in a movie - there’s a sex scene, now you have to talk about it on national tv

With You - @whatevsholland

in an attempt to better you and your career, tom breaks off your relationship, making it the talk of the media

Wannabe - @sailingintothenight

and what if after years of chasing each other like a cat and mouse, you and tom started to wonder if you wanna be something else in each other’s life?

Pour It Out - @rhapsodyparker

a cheeky game of ‘pour it out’ with jimmy fallon makes you spill some beans

Driver's Licence - @petersasteria

based on ‘drivers license’ by olivia rodrigo

10 Fingers, 10 Toes - @itsallyscorner

social media au - you and tom finally reveal that your little poppet has finally arrived

In Harmony - @evermoreholland

after a nasty break up, you go to london with your two best friends in hope to find inspiration for your upcoming album and a london boy soon became your muse

Sensation - @ptersmj

it’s the last night of your world tour, and tom has the perfect way to celebrate

This Way - @tomspancakes

you and tom are exes, but you need a place to stay at while you film in ondon and harry is your best friend. things get more complicated when a pandemic starts

Kiss, Marry, Kill - @typicalholland

an interview with tom and his fellow cast members in a game of kiss,marry,kill, his favourite actress seems to reach back to him

Lovely - @honeyspidey

after a long day on set, tom says the wrong name during a scene

Grenade - @tommydarlings

tom and y/n live happily together and they are the most gorgeous couple in hollywood, right?

Silent Britain - @marvelhero-fics

you’re pretty new to hollywood, finally getting a role in a blockbuster martin scorsese film - o your surprise, tom holland is playing your love interest - eventually, you and tom become love interests outside the film

Miss Me? - @starryspidey

tom’s visiting you for the first time in a while, but now he is worried that you didn’t miss him

Take Me Backstage - @madmadmilk

you’re a singer and you happen to be on the same talk show - you’re both sat on the couch and the host embarrasses you by exposing a crush on the other

Live From New York, It's Saturday Night - @mcwriting

in which the reader is the musical guest at saturday night live the same week tom holland is hosting

Famous - @missnxthingg

tom drops everything just to go meet his dream girl, brand new celebrity, once she announces a tour date in atlanta, where he’s shooting civil war

Weak Spot - @spideyyeet

tom finds it amusing how you still cry over infinity war

a/n: this is my first regulus fic so it’s probably not the best but i tried. please enjoy or don’t because that’s ok too <3

warnings: graphic smut, very much angst, fluff.

Regulus Black x Fem OC/Reader.

REGULUS

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I don't know what about him intrigued me so immensely, like a moth to a flame- not knowing the danger of flying head first into a fire.

He isn't Prince Charming that's for certain. He is dark, cold, nearly heartless. He fucks other girls behind my back, he whispers sweet nothings to taunt me, he takes advantage of my love, because he knows I can't help but give myself to him.

Yet he still gives me hope. Either hope or he's extremely good at leading me on.

The loving stolen glances when he thinks I'm not paying attention, he "forgets" ink in Potions so we have to share, the burning jealousy when another boy even breathes too close to me. Was it all fake?

Falling for a love-affection-touch-depraved boy was not in my plans, but here I am. I know him better than I know myself and that's something only I would proudly claim.

-

As I enter the Great Hall the chatter of dining students was almost deafening, I truly just wanted to go back to my room. Overstimulated and mentally drained from classes of the day, I really didn't have an appetite. Still I show up just to see him, even if just for a moment.

I make my way to (your house)'s table taking a seat next to Mallory, my best friend. Filling my plate with useless food, I catch sight of Regulus.

He's in conversation with his friends, laughing, I can only imagine what they're saying. He's only smiled like that with me a few times but I cherish every one like the first.

"Don't we look glum, what's on your mind?" She mumbles nearly choking down her roast potatoes.

"Nothing really, just thinking too much is all." I sigh poking a carrot around my dish.

She looks at me a little longer than normal sensing I wasn't being truthful. She swallows her food, following my eye-line, her eyebrow raised.

She snaps her head back at me.

"Im sorry, you've got to stop pining over him love. He's never going to give you what you want. I hate seeing you like this." She says.

"But what if-"

"There is no but, if he was going to do or say anything he would've. He hasn't, so move on because that's the only thing you can do now- give a damn how he feels about it." She scoffs.

I bite the inside of my lip taking in her harsh words, she wasn't wrong but the way I feel for him is like nothing I've ever experienced. I look down to my plate.

"Yeah I guess." I sip my water.

After acting interested in Mallory's day I notice he is no where to be seen.

"I think I'm gonna go back to my room, I'll see you later?" I more so state than ask. There was no reason to stay any longer seeing as I obviously wasn't going to eat.

I fully planned to go back to my room but found myself walking to the Astronomy Tower. I take a clove out and light it, bringing the filter to my lips and taking a puff.

The stars bright and twinkling more than I've ever seen. Almost as if they're laughing at me for being so foolish.

"Cloves are bad for you, you know." A voice calls behind me.

I whip my head around to reveal the one and only Regulus Black. I roll my eyes turning back around to finish my cigarette.

"What's it to you anyway?" I retort, he chuckles.

"I wouldn't want you ruining your lungs is all." He appears next to me with a clove between his lips.

"You've always been so contradictory." I dryly laugh.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" He blows smoke, his eyebrows crinkle together.

There's a loud silence between us as I puff...puff...and puff again, reaching the end of my stress reliever.

"I've gotta get back." I put out the butt turning on my heel.

I feel a hand on my upper arm pulling me back, his expression unreadable but his eyes look disappointed.

"What's wrong with you? You've been acting different." His voice is quiet and I swear I could hear a hint of worry.

All of my pent up feelings boil over, my blood pumping through my body faster, I felt hot. I was over it.

"Are you dumb or just completely oblivious? What's wrong with me? What the hell is the matter with you, Regulus?" I shout at the boy, "Really, I would love to know. Do you enjoy toying with people or are you too dense to know what you're doing?"

His face drops to a scowl, he lets my arm loose, finishing his cigarette.

"What the fuck are you on about?" He shouts back.

I break out into a fit of laughter, I know I look crazy but I didn't care. I was done being nice, being patient, caring. I let loose.

"You know I really thought what everyone said about you wasn't true, but it is. You are the most selfish, devious, disgusting person I've ever met in my life. And to think I really tried with you is beyond me, there is no loving you." I spat coldly my eyes being pricked with hot tears, not of sadness but anger.

His face softens and an expression I've never seen comes across his entire body. Hurt.

"Now I'm stuck dealing with my shitty feelings because I love you and you are completely fucking unable to do that." A tear slides down my cheek, "I thought giving you love would make you love me back but all you did was take from me."

"No I- No that's not what-" He reaches out to bring me close to him.

"Do NOT touch me, it wasn't what? You didn't mean to? Stop fucking with my head, I'm so tired of it!" I smack his hand away, more tears staining my cheeks.

"Please just listen to me, I'm begging you." He pleads getting on my eye level.

I wipe my face trying to gather myself, but the anger inside of me boiled to the point I couldn't control what I said next.

"I hate you Regulus Black. I hate everything about you."

Deafening silence.

"You don't mean that. Take it back." He demands. Pain envelops his features. His eyes glistening with fresh tears, just as mine. I say nothing.

"I love you, so much." He whispers, tears threatening to fall.

I stare at him in silence. For the first time ever I saw devastation in his face. The type of feeling that means a person broke completely.

"You don't mean-"

"Yes, I fucking do! I love you so much it's indescribable, and I'm scared Y/n. I'm fucking terrified!" He wipes his eyes, "I will never be good enough for you and I know that so I push you away however I can. Even then I couldn’t get away from you, not physically or mentally. You can't be apart of my life because if anything happened to you I would never forgive myself for it. I refuse to let you be damned in the way I am, I refuse it!"

Silent tears refusing to stop come from my eyes, I can't even look him in the face. Regret is all I feel, regret and ignorance.

How does a love-affection-touch-depraved boy express his love when he's never experienced it? He steals loving glances, he "forgets" ink everyday, and he runs off everyone who shows interest in me.

"You don't get to decide how damned I am Regulus, it's not your place." I choke out walking up to him, "I dealt with you, I love you, I want you. I chose you, what do you have to lose by choosing me too?" I take a step closer to him.

I can feel his ragged breaths on my eyelashes, the smell of deep amber and cloves radiating from him as he bores into my eyes with his own.

"You. I have you to lose." He whispers embracing my cheek with his hand.

"Then don't lose me."

With no warning I feel his lips on mine, it felt right, like they were made for each other. Shockwaves of passion and love coursing through the kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck deepening it.

His tongue grazes my bottom lip and I let him in without hesitation. His tongue is sweet like cinnamon sugar, his lips soft as velvet, he pulls away cutting it short.

"I won't." He promises.

—

He lays me on his bed gently as if I were made of glass, our lips never detaching. I tangle my hands in his curls pulling slightly at his nape, our tongues dancing around one another. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth pulling ever so slightly, a small gasp escaping my mouth.

He hovers over me and grips under my chin staring at my flustered state, taking in every detail.

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on." He sighs out, pupils blown.

"Shut up and kiss me." I pull him back into me.

His hands roam underneath my sweater, feeling every square inch of bare skin, until he pulls it over my head. I swiftly unbutton his shirt nearly ripping it off him.

He kisses from my jaw, to my neck, down the valley of my breast before lightly sucking the skin on my left one.

"Are you sure you want this?" He rests his forehead against mine, peppering kisses against lips.

"More than anything, Regulus, I want all of you." I caress his face making him look at me.

He kisses me with such passion, such lust, such love. He takes off my bra, skirt and his pants with ease- sucking and biting lightly on my nipple. I groan in ecstasy as his hand rubs up my thigh resting just before the hem of my panties. His free hand twisting and pinching my opposite nipple, swirling his tongue perfectly around the other.

"Please." I sigh out.

"You have to speak up my love, tell me." He kisses down my stomach to the top of my pelvis.

"Please touch me Regulus." I whimper, he slides the fabric down my legs throwing it to the floor.

Wasting no time his tongue meets my clit and his hands spreading my legs wide open, he licks down my slit back to my clit sucking gently once in a while. My moans uncontrollable and my hands tangled in his hair, he inserts a finger into my throbbing and soaked opening.

"You're so wet for me, does it feel good baby?" He taunts.

I feel myself already reaching climax when suddenly he stops all movement. A whine leaves my throat and he smirks up at me.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" He bites down on his bottom lip hovering over me once again.

"Please don-don't start right now." I say out of breath.

I reach down to palm his massive erection, pre-cum soaking the fabric of his briefs. He lets out a low groan dropping his face to my neck.

"Seems like I'm not the only one." I tease.

I slide his boxers down and sit up pulling him to the edge of the bed, now in front of him I get on my knees kissing a trail up his thighs to the tip of his member. I lick a small strip lapping up his juices as his eyes watch me with full concentration.

"Merlin-" He moans out, taking a fist full of my hair guiding my mouth into him.

I bob up and down slowly to wet his length first, then picking up my pace I bring my hand to his shaft pumping and squeezing just enough. He bucks his hips into my mouth, fucking the back of my throat as I gag on the size of him. His whimpers and curses enough to make my own arousal drip down my thighs.

"Come here." He pulls me up laying me down on my back.

He teases my clit with his tip, then my folds, back to my clit all in one motion over and over. I lift my hips to try and make him enter my pulsating box.

"Don't be impatient kitten." He coos, finally inserting himself inch by inch.

I can't help but moan out at the feeling of him stretch me out.

"So fucking tight, fuck. I don't know if it'll fit." He gives a groan.

Once his complete length is in he pumps in and out of me slowly. Pain was the first sensation, then overwhelming pleasure peaked through.

"Look at you. Taking it like such a good girl." He moans out.

"R-Regulus harder." I whine gripping his hips.

He pounds into me harder but not faster, making sure I feel every inch of him pumping into my pussy. His cock hitting my g-spot every time, my legs twitch about as I dig my nails into his sides.

"Right there don't stop, fuck!" I almost scream. I can hear my own wetness as he pounds into me.

"It feels good? You like when I fuck you right there?" He moans leaving sloppy kisses on my neck.

"It feels s-so fucking good baby, so fucking good." I cry out letting myself be engulfed in the pleasure.

He picks up pace slightly, the repeated feeling of his length hitting my sweet spot brings me to the beginning of my climax. My walls tighten around him and my moans turn into screams of his name.

"That's right, cum for me pretty girl. Go on." He embraces me trying to maintain balance for his strokes.

"Fuck oh Merlin! I'm cumming!" I warn.

He brings a hand to toy with my clit and I'm sent flying over the edge. The ring of muscles around his cock spasm out of control, I grasp the sheets with so much force they come up from the sides, my legs shaking beyond belief. He continues thrusting himself in and out, playing with my clit, before a new sensation takes over me.

Overstimulated I feel even more wetness erupt from my pussy.

"Fuck you look so beautiful." He moans out, "Gonna cum." He grunts, his strokes now sloppy.

"Cum in me, please cum in me." I beg, he moans out my name over and over, my moans mixing with his, I feel him twitch inside of me. I felt complete knowing he filled me with his seed.

We lay there a moment to catch our breath, our bodies slippery with sweat, hearts racing.

He brings his lips to mine once more before pulling out, he clears my face of sweaty hair, still panting slightly.

"I love you, Y/n, more than anything in this world. I want you forever." He whispers gliding a thumb across my lips.

"And you'll have me forever Regulus, I promise you."

jump, then fall into me ⇔ p. parker

you have been having secret rendezvous with your long time best friend's superhero alter ego. a little miscommunication is actually the biggest problem in these circumstances.

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: nothing much, just mentions of blood and not yet proofread lmfao also the top tier genre of friends to lovers ;)

A/N: AAAA I'M BACK screw college for tearing me away from tumblr and writing about my one true love peter benjamin parker. i feel so bad for missing out on everything and i hope i reconnect with everyone soon 🥺

this is actually based on a request (thank you so much anon!) but i switched it up and wrote it fully in peter's pov- which i have never done before so let me know if it's alright :D and knowing my ass, you know there's t. swift references.

i'll be catching up on some missed notifications and I MISSED EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU sending all the love

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It wasn’t a secret that Peter was absolutely smitten with you. He didn’t mind if his closest friends taunted him about it. The only time he would lock the ‘secret’ in a closet and throw away the key is whenever it involves your knowledge of it. Peter could solve the most difficult, mind-boggling mathematical equations and yet he couldn’t piece together as to why he gets flustered at the notion of you knowing how oh so smitten he is with you. Peter couldn’t decide if it was technically a crush, but maybe it truly was; he was just too chicken to come to terms with it.

“Good morning.” Peter’s spidey senses couldn’t predict how much of an impact your soft voice in the morning would affect his entire system.

“Good morning,” Peter repeated with a breath and he knew that your laughter was directed at his surprised expression, yet he didn’t feel embarrassed. He would go to any lengths just to hear a few seconds of his favorite sound.

“What’s up with you today?” You asked as you put the combination to your locker.

Peter nearly missed the question as his focus was on the colorful bead bracelet wrapped around your wrist. It was borderline tacky and difficult to pair with outfits due to its color combination, but it warmed Peter’s heart when you insisted to wear it every single day after the two of you got it from a local Brooklyn shop. You both agreed to buy something from the knick-knacks store when you saw the sign that it was closing down. Peter still remembers the look on your face when he agreed to your joking suggestion to purchase the bracelets so that you two could match.

“What’s with you?” Peter turned the question around as he saw that you were practically glowing. He couldn’t explain how and why but you were. He’s seen you multiple times with highlighter-- you showed him the difference between pink and gold undertones too- on the tops of your cheekbones, but this look to you was something else. It was like coming from within, a thousand candlelights lit underneath your skin and emitted a warm glow that Peter was eternally drawn to.

“Nothing,” You shrugged. He immediately dusted off the tiniest piece of lint off the collar of your sweater. The close proximity between the two of you gave Peter the opportunity to glimpse at the infinitesimal twitch on the side of your lips that indicated a smile was fighting to break through. Though distance didn’t really matter when it came to him knowing your body language.

“You didn’t answer my question,” You pointed out as the two of you started to walk to class.

“Nothing also,” Peter replied, mimicking your shrug from earlier and a teasing smile etched on his lips. The smile only grew wider when he saw your narrowed eyes looking directly at him.

Thankfully, you let the subject drop. Peter hasn’t come up with an answer to your question anyways. How do you tell your best friend of many years that somewhere along the way, the lines have blurred and now you make their heart skip a beat?

The first subject for the day was Chemistry and Peter hasn’t gotten over the guilt of taking pleasure in the fact that the subject wasn’t particularly your strong suit. It meant that he always offered to help you out and whenever a pairing was needed for the class, the two of you gravitate to one another like magnets. You were getting better though. And quickly at that too; with you now actively participating in recitations and solving the more complicated assignments on your own. He’s more than proud of you. But Peter feared that your time together would be cut short, and he let his be worries known through his jokes during your study “dates.”

Then again, he knew that you could always see right through him and you responded to his jokes with serious reassurance that nothing’s going to change. He still hasn’t gotten over the feeling of blood rushing to his face when you said that it’s even better because once you kick Chemistry’s ass, then you and Peter would be an unstoppable power couple.

“Why so chipper?” Peter piped up as he watched you place your notebook and pens in neat order by the side of your shared table.

“Can’t a girl just simply be happy?” You replied, the words coming out of your mouth in a dreamy sigh.

“Yeah, but during the start of midterms week? Highly unlikely for Y/N Y/L/N.”

You let out a hum because of Peter’s words. He observed as the side of your mouth twitched again but this time, it was more likely that you were pondering over what to say next.

“Well,” You shrugged. “I have some motivation.”

Peter smiled. He was relieved to see you so relaxed when in the past few weeks, you have been ranting to him about how nervous you were for this particular practical Chemistry test. Well technically you were speaking to him, but not him as Peter, the curly-haired boy you spend nearly every day with; but as Spider-man, the masked vigilante of New York City who you have spent your free late afternoons chatting with on your apartment fire escape.

It all began at least three months ago, nearly the end of summer vacation before senior year, when Peter had just gotten back from a vacation in California with May. Peter wanted nothing more than to run- or swing- to your place after his feet had touched familiar New York ground, but Karen immediately alerted him of a major bank robbery going down in lower Manhattan. Peter could’ve left it to the authorities but Karen told him that things were getting ugly real fast and some dangerous, underground-made weapons were involved.

Having to fight off a group of ten would usually be a piece of cake but the robbers had obviously anticipated Spider-man’s arrival because they had a few pieces of tech that counteracted Peter’s attacks.

In the end, Peter was left with a deep cut on the side of his abdomen and had to retreat to a secluded alley to take a few breaths in to stabilize himself. Turns out, the alley wasn’t as private as he thought when you caught sight of him and immediately stopped in your tracks.

You had never met Spider-man before and that was a calculated effort on Peter’s part.

He didn’t want you caught up with his life as a ‘hero’ because your safety always comes first. But of course, there were days when he nearly burst because there was nothing more than Peter wants in the world than to be honest with you. He wanted to tell you stories of how funny the new wannabe villains littering New York are or his training in the Avengers compound with Mr. Bucky Barnes, who was actually a lot funnier than how the media paints him out to be.

“Mr. Spider-man, are you okay?” Peter let out a chuckle which quickly morphed into a wince.

Of course, you would go against Peter’s one wish of not talking to anybody dressed as Spider-man, even if it was the hero himself. The amount of swindlers in cheap yet realistic replica suits were increasing by the day and Peter always reminded you to be vigilant in the case you would run into one of them. He didn’t know whether to be relieved that it was the real deal you were approaching or worried that, despite the cover his mask provided, you found him in a vulnerable spot.

“I’m,” Breathe in, Peter. “Fine.”

Peter would’ve turned on his voice modulation system, but his head was pounding and the scent of blood filling his nostrils made him forget. He just hoped the rasp in his natural voice would conceal his identity from you.

“Should I call for help?” You asked and Peter was desperately trying to seize control over his stimulated senses. Everything was in overdrive and the best he could do was focus on you. Your bated breath, the soft patter of your footsteps, the faint speed of your heartbeat, just you.

“N-no,” He waved one of his hands. He heard your steps come to a stop. “I got it covered.”

It was true. The pain may be threatening to release a pained groan from him, but Peter could feel his super healing work.

“Are you sure?” He didn’t feel himself nod but he concluded that he did because you stepped closer. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Peter finally looked up from his slumped position and you looked so angelic just by simply standing there. The setting sun behind you cast some sort of halo around your head and your wide, worried eyes set a fire in his heart, bright and burning like the color the dusk sky was painting over the city. If it weren’t for the loud sirens in the background, Peter would’ve been worried that the feeling of his super healing was an illusion and he was actually in heaven already.

“It’s alright, Miss,” Peter let out slowly. He nearly called you by your name. “I will be okay.”

As if to prove a point, he finally pushed himself up from the grimy brick wall and stood up straight in front of you. Tears pricked his waterline as the new position pulled at his open wound but you didn’t need to see and know that.

“Okay, uhm…” You shied away from looking at the white eyes of his mask to dig into the paper bag you were holding. You held out a sandwich wrapped in plastic.

“It’s no Delmar’s, a.k.a the best sandwich place in Queens, you should check them out if you happen to be in the area, my best friend and I love that place…” You were rambling now, a clear sign that you were nervous. “But here ya go.”

Peter’s smile was from ear to ear, but obviously it was out of sight for you, so he voiced his thanks out loud. A shiver ran up his spine as your fingers made contact with his gloved ones. It was an effect only you could induce onto him.

“How can I repay you, Miss…?”

“Y/N,” You smiled before shaking your head. “And there’s no need to. You do enough by protecting this city.”

Peter wanted to hug you and never let you go.

“Well, can I at least walk you home, Miss Y/N?” Peter offered a gloved hand.

In the back of his mind, there was a faint voice chastising him for getting close to you as Spider-man. But all that time spent away from you with nothing but FaceTime to connect to each other this summer, the selfish need to be around you overpowered his anti-hero protectiveness.

“Oh! Sure!” Peter heard your heartbeat grow erratic and he had to ignore the ego boost it gave him.

“Is it alright if I, uh,” Peter stepped closer to you. He placed a tentative hand on your waist. He wasn’t fully holding onto you yet but his gesture was obviously hinting at something.

“Oh, uhm, sure,” You whispered. “I thought we were going to walk?”

“Much faster and less media,” Peter shrugged, his arm now starting to slowly snake around your waist, as if to test the waters. He could tell that you didn’t see him as a threat so he proceeded to tighten his grip. “Hold on tight.”

“Oooh, Peter’s so going to kill me.” You whispered, mostly to yourself. Peter distracted himself from laughing by raising his web shooter to the direction of the sky.

Peter heard your squeal before the roar of the wind flooded his ears. Your grip on his torso got tighter every time the two of you dipped and shot back up above the New York skyline.

“Open your eyes!” Peter shouted through the wind. He felt your grip tighten once more and your face burrowed deeper into his suit-clad neck.

“No!” You exclaimed, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Don’t be afraid,” Peter managed to chuckle. He looked down at you for a second and saw how tightly closed your eyes were. “Please.”

He felt you huff before slowly lifting your head from where it seeked sanctuary in the junction between his neck and shoulder. You only had one eye open at first, fear evident in it. But once the golden light hit your cheek, an awestruck look immediately took over. A second later, both your eyes were finally open, slack jawed as you took in the sight of your home from this view up above.

The both of you were nearing Queens and Peter realized that he hadn't asked you where you lived. Of course, Peter knew but Spider-man didn’t. It would be creepy if he just landed on your apartment’s rooftop and gave no explanation whatsoever.

You were obviously in a trance whilst giving him the directions. Your eyes were still taking in the city and Peter found himself smiling once more underneath his mask.

Eventually, he landed by your fire escape. You were opposed to his rooftop suggestion because there may be people there right now, taking in the slipping moments of the summer weather.

You gave him many thank you’s and grabbed the sandwich from the paper bag where you stashed it earlier before you practically flew over the city. Peter’s stomach grumbled once the sandwich was in his hand.

“Wait…” You spoke, starting to stare at him with an apprehensive look to your face. “Are you the real Spider-man?”

“What?” Peter chuckled. Mostly because he found the furrow of your eyebrows endearing.

“Are you?” You pressed. “God, I’m such an idiot. This was what my best friend was warning me about!”

Peter just stood there letting you rant, watching in amusement. The adrenaline must’ve finally worn off and you were just starting to truly take everything in that just happened. On the bright side, at least you were always thinking of Peter’s warnings. Good girl.

“You’re asking that after I literally shot webs out of my wrist and clung to buildings?” Peter asked, his teasing tone creating a deeper divot in the middle of your forehead.

“Maybe you’re just a really good con artist,” You stubbornly replied, crossing your arms.

“I’m the real Spider-man, Y/N,” Peter said, starting to step backwards. “I promise I’ll pay you back.” Was the last thing he said before backflipping away from your fire escape.

And pay you back came in the form of him taking up the role of listening to your rants. Of course, what you told him were mostly the same things you told Peter, your completely normal, unenhanced best friend, but he didn’t mind. He could listen and watch you talk for hours about everything and anything.

What really thrilled Peter was that you talked to him- Spider-man- about Peter. You’d tell him about what you did for the day but this time, Peter could hear about the role he plays in your day to day life. It melted his heart every time you would tell Spidey a joke Peter told you. The double life situation was a conundrum, but Peter wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Maybe I’m just excited to see somebody later.”

Your words brought Peter back to the present.

“What?” He asked as he put on his lab goggles.

He finally looked at your eyes and he saw that same twinkling look you had when you fawned over that stupid Timothée Chalamet who the two of you met by a fancy restaurant in East Village almost one and half years ago. The adoration ran deep and the last time he saw that gaze in your eyes before the Timothée incident was when you briefly “dated” Ben Carter the summer before freshman year.

That look only meant one thing: you were talking about a crush.

Peter’s heart was hammering in his chest and he so badly wanted to ask you about this someone, despite how scared he was for the answer. But the teacher just had to start the timer for the 30 minute examination.

He didn’t know if it was a conscious effort, but Peter was subtly avoiding you throughout the entire day. Last minute sitting next to Ned during lunch or letting out a fake laugh when you made a pun during History class. The only way he could justify his actions was facing the fact that he was a coward and didn’t want to deal with the knowledge that you liked somebody else.

In order to have an outlet for his frustrations, Peter immediately got suited up after class and left to do his usual route. But still, you occupied his thoughts. He even had to ask Karen if there was something to do just to get his mind off you, but surprisingly the streets weren’t in need of Peter’s Avengers level assistance.

It was already dark by the time Peter decided to go home, May’s text that she made baked lasagna somehow lifted his spirits. But from where he was, he had to pass by your place before getting to his. He nearly forgot about your agreement to meet (you told him to come anytime), with him as Spider-man of course, so he made the conscious decision to really get near your building. He hoped you were up for a conversation.

You were merely a tiny dot in the distance, but Peter already knew that it was you. You were sitting criss cross on one of the chairs your neighbors set up on the rooftop. Your usual meetup spot would be by your fire escape because it was more private that way and he’d get your attention by knocking on your window to the opening beat of Another One Bites The Dust. But maybe the universe had something different for Y/N and Peter today. And with Peter came Spider-man.

As he got closer, as if there was an invisible string pulling him to you, he saw that you were fiddling with one of the fairy lights set up behind the chairs, a defeated look on your face.

Peter sighed and decided to finally make his way closer. The familiar thwip caught your attention and you sat up straighter. Usually, you would be a lot more chipper to see the superhero, but you had an almost imperceptible frown on your face that immediately worried him.

“Hello, Y/N,” His voice sounded foreign to him as Karen immediately turned on his voice modulation setting. “Are you alright?”

“No.” Was your simple reply before hugging your knees to your chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

It was always like this; your comfortable routine with Spider-man. Whenever you had a problem, which was rare, he would always ask if you wanted to talk about it. If no, he’d understand and change the subject and if yes, you would give him the condensed version because at that point, the heavy feeling in your chest has most likely settled already because you had talked about it to Peter before seeing the hero by your fire escape.

You never told Peter any of your secret meetings with the hero, but it didn’t bother him. He liked how you were very respectful of Spider-man’s privacy that you didn’t go around bragging about how you occasionally hung out with New York’s hero.

“I think so,” You sighed. “Remember Peter? My best friend?”

Peter stood up straighter at this and nodded, “What about him?”

“Well I finally got the courage to see who he really is,” You trailed off, which caused a bead of sweat to break on Peter’s temple. Where were you going with this?

Who he really is? Last time he checked he wasn’t a bad person. Or did he do something that was bad in your eyes? Because he would go on his knees to beg for your forgiveness in the blink of an eye.

“Peter’s someone I,” You started tearing up and Peter panicked, not knowing how to approach. Spider-man hasn’t hugged you ever, unless the time he swung you home counted. “Someone I’m in love with.”

It was as if his brain short circuited and he couldn’t produce any other word to come out of his mouth other than, “What?”

“Yeah, I finally came to terms with my feelings and- god, sorry, this should’ve gone differently,” You sniffed. “I was so excited this morning to tell you because you’re the only person who I could tell that wouldn’t freak out and cause a scene, but here we are…”

“W-what happened?” Peter was opting to use words that were simple and easy to string together.

“I don’t know,” You wailed, tears now freely falling down your cheeks. “I even had the stupid thought that, ‘hey! Maybe I should tell him!’ but he just started ignoring me.”

Peter wanted to reply with ‘well that Peter’s a jerk’ or some other form of insult towards himself, but his mouth moved before he could fully think, “Maybe he likes you back.”

It was the first time tonight that you looked at him and your lips formed into a half smile, letting out a sarcastic laugh that contrasted against the sad gleam in your eyes.

“No- no, he doesn’t,” You wiped at the stream of tears and it was official, your confession has rendered Peter’s brain useless and his heart was doing all the thinking for him.

“Peter has never ignored me on a normal day,” You continued but quickly stiffened as his gloved hand cupped your cheek and his thumb gently wiped away at a stray tear. “He didn’t even laugh at my, very good may I add, Aaron Brrrr joke earlier and left me after class. He’s never left me alone on purpose.”

“Peter’s an idiot,” He said, coaxing a small giggle out of you. “And very sorry.”

“What-”

It was time, Peter thought. The opportunity presented himself and he gathered whatever superhero bravado he could find. He wasn’t going to tiptoe around feelings when it’s already out there. By some unknown reason, you actually felt the same for him. That was the last push he needed.

Peter slowly took off his mask, and despite him promising himself to stop using his enhanced abilities on you, it was hard to ignore how loud your heart was beating. The bustle of New York was white noise at this point.

“I’m in love with you too.”

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Someone please tell me why I started reading "the deal" by Elle Kennedy at like 22h30 when i know damn well i have to go do student shit in less than 4hours???

It's 4h06 and I still haven't gotten any sleep 😶😶.

I never speak a sentence without saying actually, genuinely, seriously, or literally because I need everyone to know how sincere I am about the bullshit that comes out of my mouth