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underoos-shield · 8 months

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Miguel Ohara who has a City girl girlfriend! who LOVES going out with her bestfriends but she be testing him with the outfits she be wearing I’m talkin bout titties popping, ass out, outfits and like one night she goes too far, and like he fucks her..

Yeah. 🤷🏾‍♀️

PAIRINGS ✩ — miguel o’hara x black!hyperfem!reader

WARNINGS ✩ — drunk!reader, tummy bulge,edging, smut stuffff, didn’t proofread so excuse mistakes xx

THE sound of the City Girls blared from Miguel’s phone. His thumb pressed down on the phone, pausing your story. Your 24 inch black straight hair laid down your back. Your boobs were on the verge of falling out of your dress, your cuban link chain glistened under the light of the flash. He lifted his thumb up, allowing the video to continue playing. He watched as your friends shows your body all off to the camera, your ass cheeks hanging out and all. He can see the tattoo of his last name on the underside of your ass cheek, followed by the scar of where he first ever bit you.

He asked for you to not go out tonight, not in the mood to be defending the city at night and worried about his girlfriend who couldn’t stay away from a good time.

He clicked and clicked through videos, you chugging a drink down with your bestfriend, some random guy doing the worm to Poundtown, tons of angles of you singing R&B songs.

The next video was what set him off – you needed to come home now. You were drunk and giggling, bent over a stool as your best-friend took a jell-o shot off of your ass. A few college boys were recording as well, horny as hell.

Miguel was already fed up with you, your outfit being way too revealing.

You could wear whatever you wanted of course but, showing others what’s his..? Nah. Not gonna slide. He finds it amusing, he’s paralyzed you so many times with his dick, you’d think you’d be able to respect his wishes. But you just had to disobey him.

He spammed your phone with multiple calls that went to voicemail, many replies to your story, and many imessages.

Meanwhile, you just pulled up to another club with a bigger group than you arrived with. At this point you were fucked up, shaking your ass anytime you bent over. You were feeling a bit horny tho, missing your strong man so much.

“Ughhhh I miss my mannn” You dramatically throw your head back.

“Um speaking of your man he’s been blowing your phone up for like 30 mins” You best friend laughs as she nodded her head to the muffled music playing from outside the club.

“Oh oh oh! Where is my phone” You frantically looked around you, turning the flash on your phone to see the dark…. wait the flash on your phone?You looked up at your right hand, giggling at the coincidence. You were holding your phone the hold entire time.

“Man am I wasted!?” You asked out loud, walking into the club cheering with a random burst of energy. You immediately walked to the bar, Latch by Disclosure playing loudly. Your phone vibrated once again as you sat at the bar.

BIG DICK🧛🏽

11:35 PM

Bring your ass home.

Right now Y/N i’m not playing.

11:43 PM

Answer your phone.

I told you not to go out.

Answer.

12:31 PM

Okay Y/N.

Omw.

READ 12:56 AM

Oh fuck.

He was on his way like right now. You scrambled to check his location, it took a couple seconds to reload. Just then it refreshed, his contact picture right on top of your best-friends location.

“Let’s go” A deep voice rumbled into your ear.

“Mig-” Your whines were cut off when your arm was snatched up by Miguel. “Wait” You followed behind as he dragged you out of the club.

“Ba-by wait..” You tried to come up with an excuse. You thought Miguel had a mission for the night and you meant to hide him from your story.

“Get in the car and shut up Y/N” Miguel opened the passenger door. You shut your mouth, knowing that if you just listen, you’re punishment wouldn’t be as harsh.

Miguel walked to the other side of the car, opening his door but his movements halted when you whispered out something inaudible.

“What?” Miguel looked over at you with anger. “I left my .. purse with B/N (bestfriend name)… and it’s like designer… can you get it?” You looked over at him with teary eyes. Miguel just started at you for a moment, you’re gonna kill him.

He sucks in a deep breath before getting out of the car, closing the door to go get your purse.

He soon came back to you sleeping in the passenger seat, shaking his head.

Thirty minutes later, you’re getting carried bridal style. Miguel carried your heels,purse, and the house key in one hand. His other hand firmly holding your weight.

He swung the penthouse door closed with his foot, taking you to the bedroom. “Mig?” Your pouty whiney voice called out. “Go ahead and rest mama, you’ll be up allll night tomorrow”

“Mhmmph” You muffled out into Miguel’s shoulder as he pounded his lower half into you. “F-fuck! Fucking gripping me” Miguel hissed as you clenched against him. “Harder” You pant out, body getting squished into the mattress.

“Harder baby? Yeah?” He smiled down at you, such a fucking whore.

This was originally supposed to be punishment for last nights actions but, knowing Miguel he can’t resist you.

“Yeah” You smile back at him before your eyes rolled back as he delivered a punch to your cervix. “Ahh..shitt” Miguel moaned out as he could feel himself so deep in you. He looks down to the bulge that appears everytime he thrusts inside you. “Feel me ma? I’m right here s-shit” Miguel presses his hand on the bulge.

“I’m cummingg” You tapped his arm, clenching around his hard length. “Not yet pretty” He slid out of you. “You were bad remember” He sickly smiled down at you.

“Nooo” You whine out in frustration, “M’sorryyy I told you this!”

“Prove it to me that you deserve it then” Miguel say up against the headboard, dragging you on top of him. Your hand stroked up and down his cock before you slid down onto him.

“Fuck” You whimpered in unison. You placed your hands on his shoulders, breathing heavily. “C-can’t move”

“Yes you can pretty girl. You can take it cariño” He placed a kiss on your chin before slowly moving you up and down. You followed his guidance, throwing your head back in pleasure. “Just like that mama,” He lets go of your waist and slapped your ass before growling out, “Good girl”

“Make us cum and maybe i’ll forgive you”

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underoos-shield · 1 year

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thank you for including me 🥰🥰🥰🥰

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underoos-shield · 1 year

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little italy

summary: peter has his first date with y/n and he’s nervous as hell

warning: fluff!!!!!!

A/N: this is the reblog of part 6!!

chapter 5

The sun poured through the windows of the hotel dining area, warming the surfaces it touched. The group of friends picked a table nearest to the large windows, wanting to feel that good spring warmth on their skin. Everyone seemed to be relaxed, talking about their previous day, and making plans for today. Peter only half listened to the conversation. His eyes kept drifting off to wherever y/n was, checking up on her to see if she was doing alright after he had calmed her down earlier. She seemed to be doing better, keeping a gentle smile on her face as she gathered the leftover dishes from empty tables. She was avoiding Flash’s side of the room, and at some point even went as far as asking one of her coworkers to take care of it.

Ned nudged his leg underneath the table, bringing Peter back to reality. He looked over at him, and Ned jutted his chin in MJ’s direction.

“Sorry Em, what were you saying?”

“I was asking if you wanted to help me with a piece I’m doing. I want to go to the city’s main square.”

“Oh, for your portfolio?”

“Yeah, wouldn’t be more than a few hours at the most. I already asked these two but the lovers already have a date planned for their afternoon.” MJ wrinkled her nose playfully towards Ned and Betty as she says the last part, earning a ‘hey!’ from Betty, who playfully hits her with her napkin. Peter hesitates as he looks over in the direction he had last seen y/n, which was near the kitchen entrance.

“Sure, why not. Just let me know what time.”

“After brunch? I need to gather my things but I’ll meet you by the front fountain.”

Once the plans were set, the group continues on with brunch. Y/N swoops by gracefully, gathering the empty plates from their table before heading straight to the kitchen. Betty and Ned get up to go get ready for their date, and MJ goes to gather her art supplies for the afternoon. Peter looks around the room, making sure Flash wasn’t around before making his way to the kitchen entrance.

The sound of the dishes being washed in soap and sanitizer got louder the closer Peter got. There were quick italian words being exchanged between the employees, mostly male, and some laughter here and there. Y/N catches sight of the boy and smiles as she makes her way towards him.

“Buongiorno solare/Good morning, sunshine.” y/n leans in to peck both of Peter’s cheeks, leaving him a rosy cheeked mess.

“Buongiorno principessa/good morning princess.”

“Hai qualche piano con i tuoi amici/Do you have plans with your friends?”

“Sto aiutando un'amica con la sua arte oggi. E tu/I’m helping a friend with her art today. And you?”

“Only work. I hope you have fun, my Peter.”

“Can I see you later? When I get back?”

Y/N shakes her head and gives him an apologetic smile. “Devo finire i compiti prima di domani. Ma forse domani pomeriggio?/I have homework to finish before tomorrow. But maybe tomorrow afternoon?”

Peter lets out a sigh and nods. “It’s a date then.” he says, causing her to smile.

After receiving a text from MJ saying she was on her way down, the two exchange a quick goodbye before going to their respective destinations; y/n back to work and Peter to the fountain in front of the hotel.

The ride into the city was gorgeous. The scenery was so green and alive, the sky was a bright blue, and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. Peter sat next to MJ silently, who was busy sketching something out in her journal. She was in her own world, leaving Peter to busy himself on his own. His mind wandered back to y/n. It had been a week and a half since they’d been keeping their little secret to themselves. That meant they only had three more weeks together, but in retrospect that was very little time. Being busy with his daytime schooling activities and class dinners meant less time with y/n as well. Aside from this, Peter couldn’t help but feel warm for the girl, as if he had known her his entire life. There was no awkward beginning phase between the two of them. The two just… clicked. This made everything happen so much easier. Truly the only bump in the road had been Flash. He was… something.

MJ and Peter arrive at the city station and discuss where to go. They made a plan to go to the park first, then end their outing at a cafe nearby before they’d go back to the hotel. With the sun out, this meant a busier park, which was perfect for MJ. She was doing a realism piece, and she had an idea in her mind on what she wanted that to look like. Her plan was to sketch something out in an indoor location and outdoor location, emphasizing the way the surroundings seemed to encourage people’s behavior. It wasn’t too long before MJ’s chatter died down to silence as she began concentrating once more.

Peter spent most of his time at the park people watching, from the lone elderly man walking his chihuahua to the young couple watching their toddler run through the grass to chase the birds. The sunshine was putting everyone in a good mood. Eventually after growing bored of his phone and watching people, Peter lays back on the grass and looks up at the cloudless sky. He ends up napping, arms crossed behind his head as the sun kissed his skin. Although he was simply here to keep MJ company, Peter felt relaxed in his own head. The only indication that there was someone there with him was the quick scratching of pencil and paper beside him, and the occasional seated shifting.

After the two friends’ day ends with a two hour stay at a nearby cafe, they make their way back to the hotel for dinner. They were meeting Ned and Betty near the Venetian walls first to help them with pictures to commemorate the trip, then together the four of them would head to the hotel, where they were hoping to snag a table outside in the green to watch the sunset as they ate. All in all, their Sunday evening would have a pretty uneventful ending.

“I am starving.” Ned groans as he plops onto his bed after a long day out with their class. They had taken the train to another city that was an hour ride away, and there they had a full day cooking class. The class consisted of a lecture on the history of Italian cuisine, some sampling, as well as a walking tour of the michelin star restaurant they were at. Tomorrow would be when they would dip into some food and cook something themselves.

Peter throws his backpack next to his head and yawns, looking at the time on his watch. They had about half an hour before dinner, which meant he would need to figure out a way to discreetly leave with y/n before then. His friends would know immediately if he was gone; they would obviously notice him not present during dinner. And although Ned somewhat knew the situation, he didn’t necessarily want to tell him what was going on. Peter paced back and forth nervously, running a hand through his hair as he kept glancing at the time. Ned eyes his friend for a moment before saying anything.

“Dude, are you okay?” he asks.

“I need your help.” Peter blurts out. He covers his mouth with his hand, blushing. Ned furrows his brows and sits up.

“I-I’m going on a date with y/n, you know the girl who works here? And I just need to make it not look suspicious.” Peter tells his friend.

“I can just say you have a stomach ache so you’re not hungry.” Ned shrugs at the boy. Peter’s shoulders drop when he realizes that the solution to his dilemma was truly that easy. He wasn’t sure why he had been overthinking it.

“So,” Ned says, waggling his eyebrows. “where are you guys going?”

“Dinner. I googled this restaurant where they serve you dinner under the stars and they have those twinkling lights on trees and stuff and I thought she might like it.”

Ned gives Peter an approving nod. The two chat for a bit more, then Peter changes into a dress shirt and some slacks. He checks his hair in the mirror for the last time that day, then heads out to pick up y/n at her house. He roughly remembered where she lived, except the difference now was that he was walking there during daylight hours. There were people still out and about, and the town wasn’t dead yet.

Peter knocks on the front door and an older woman answers. She has the same kind eyes that y/n has, except she looks a bit more aged. The woman’s graying black hair is cut in a blunt bob, which shaped her face nicely.

“Ciao, sono qui per y/n/Hi, I’m here for y/n?”

“Ah, vieni vieni, non c'è bisogno di essere nervoso/Ah, come come, no need to be nervous.” the woman smiles. She ushers Peter inside then calls out for y/n up the stairs. She disappears for a moment, before coming and offering Peter some tea or coffee, both of which Peter declines politely. It wasn’t really to save space for dinner; if anything the boy was too nervous to know if he could stomach anything down.

A few moments later, y/n’s footsteps down the stairway become clearer, and she steps into the living room where Peter waits for her. She’s taken his breath away, that was how beautiful she looked. Y/N’s hair was curled loosely around her shoulders, and she wore a deep red sundress with thin straps. Her skin was glittery from her makeup, and she had a red lipstick on as well. She looked at Peter shyly as he gawked at her.

“Wow.” he finally let out. Y/N giggled and shook her head.

“Voi due state bene, okay/You two be safe, okay?” the woman says as the two make their way out.

“Okay mamma.”

It is a silent walk to the nearby restaurant. The warm breeze bristled past the pair, past their hands that just brushed against each other as they walked. The hostess checks them in and seats them at one of the many round tables, handing them menus before leaving them alone. Soft music plays from somewhere nearby, creating a relaxing but slightly romantic atmosphere. When Peter looked up at y/n, he saw the sun setting behind her. He couldn’t help but whip out his phone and snap a picture of y/n, with the sun hitting her at a great angle. The last one Peter gets is one of her looking up at him, the cutest smile playing on her lips. Satisfied, he puts his phone away.

Dinner is full of conversation. Y/N seems very interested in learning about Peter’s life, so he tells her about him living with his aunt May, whom he adores. He tells her about uncle Ben and his parents, about living in New York, his internship at Stark Industries, etc. Y/N in turn tells Peter about her family, which includes her two older brothers and a baby sister on the way, as well as a cat and a dog. She tells him about her school, the friends she has there, what her dreams are. The conversation just flows and flows, and they find it hard to stop.

They decide to pop into the park they’d gone to before at night, the one with the lake that reflects the moon perfectly. At this point, since it is a little chilly, Peter gives y/n the coat he’d brought along, draping it over her shoulders. The walk to the park is lovely, with lush flower bushes lining the walkway. Peter stops to pluck a pink flower, tucking it behind y/n’s ear. She thanks him and kisses his cheek.

Peter and y/n sit on the grass. Since it had been such a nice day, it wasn’t dewy or gross. The grass was soft against Peter’s palms as he leaned back, looking up at the stars. Y/N leans her head on Peter’s shoulders, scooting right next to him. He wraps his arm around her, rubbing her arm comfortingly. There was no conversation in this moment. Just a calm silence between the two of them.

“Sai, mi piaci davvero Peter. Un sacco/You know, I really like you Peter. A lot.”

Y/N is looking up at him now. Her face is awfully close to Peter’s, and realizing that makes Peter’s heart palpitate nervously. He couldn’t think of anything to say as he moved a strand of her hair away from her face. When he touched her face, y/n leaned into the palm of his hand, never breaking eye contact with the boy. Before he could overthink this, he moves in and kisses y/n. Their lips meeting sends a jolt of electricity through his body, and his senses are on overdrive. He brings up his other hand to hold her face, and y/n wraps her arms loosely around his neck. Her lips taste faintly of the chocolate tart they’d shared, rich and buttery. Peter could feel her heart racing in her chest, just like his. She was nervous too.

When they finally pull away, with the moonlight shining down on their faces, they both blush and smile at each other. There wasn’t anything to say; that kiss had said it all.

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underoos-shield · 1 year

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little italy

summary: peter’s crush is developing and so is hers

warning: fluff, flash bothering reader, peter comes in to save the day

A/N: this is the reblog of part 4!!

chapter 3

After a couple of days touring Italy and doing part one of a weekly scavenger hunt during one of the class trips, it was finally the weekend. This meant that on Saturday, everyone slept in until the sun was high up in the sky, shining down on their faces through the sheer curtains of their hotel rooms.

Ned was the first one to wake up from the two boys, and proceeded to sing loudly as he showered and got ready for the day. Peter groaned, flipping over towards the wall as he pulled the covers over his head. Steam billows out of the restroom when Ned opens the door. He lowers his singing down to humming as he does his hair and slips on his shoes.

“Are you not going to come down for breakfast? MJ and Betty are already in the courtyard waiting for us dude.” Ned asks. He grabs one of the keycards from the table and glances at Peter, who has now removed the blanket from over his head and is looking at him.

“I just need a second. You can go on down though.” Ned nods and exits the room, leaving Peter alone to get ready.

The day was beginning to feel rather warm, which helped Peter in leaning towards wearing some shorts and a light flannel over one of his graphic shirts he’d packed. After brushing his teeth and doing his hair, he grabs his copy of the keycard and heads down to the courtyard to join his friends.

Y/N is standing at the far end gate near the kitchen, watching everyone. She wears a white sundress with tiny red printed roses, and it flutters in the wind. Her hands are cross in front of her, a look of boredom on her face. Peter glances between his friends and y/n, hesitating on who to approach first but goes for the first option. He didn’t quite want his little secret that was with y/n to be shown quite yet.

“Hey Peter.” Betty smiles up happily at her boyfriend’s friend, who is settling into his seat. He smiles and looks down at his menu for the breakfast options.

“Hey Betty, hi MJ. How are you guys?” he asks.

The group chats, the conversation growing into what they were planning to do with their day. Y/N was about to head to their table to take Peter’s order when someone grabs her hand. She looks down to see who it is and finds a smiling Flash. Her own smile falters a bit until she recomposes herself and gently pulls away from him.

“Ciao, bella.” Flash pulls the chair next to him for her to sit down while his friends watch the interaction curiously. They’d known about Flash wanting to get with y/n, but weren’t sure how he even planned to do that. She seemed to be more interested in Peter, after all.

“Ciao, Flash. Ti serve qualcosa? (Do you need something?)” y/n asks. “Forse un po 'di acqua in più? (Maybe a little more water?)”.

“No grazie. In realtà mi stavo chiedendo se ti piacerebbe unirti a me per un pomeriggio insieme. Solo noi. (No thanks. I was actually wondering if you'd like to join me for an afternoon together. Only us)”.

Y/N opens her mouth, but hesitates to answer at all. Her gaze wanders to Peter’s table, where she could see that he was watching her curiously. She sighs. She did not want to be rude, but she also did not want to spend time with someone who was rude and bullied others. She wanted to spend time with a kind boy who read to her, told her nice stories, someone with curly brown hair and kind eyes.

“I do not think it would be okay, Flash.” y/n says in her rough english. Flash’s smile tightens.

“Why not?”

“Non ho bisogno di una ragione. (I don't need a reason)”

“Solo un pomeriggio. (just one afternoon)”

Y/N stands from the seat and takes her small notepad with her. Flash watches as she struts away, not even glancing back at him.

“I’ll get her later.” he mutters to himself.

Peter, having watched the whole interaction is concerned when y/n approaches the table. Her once happy demeanor was gone, and she seemed drained. What had Flash told her?

“Sei pronto per ordinare, Peter? (are you ready to order, peter)” she asks in a soft voice. The group doesn’t notice anything as Peter orders, and continue to eat and chat among themselves.

When Peter is done ordering, he asks, “Are you alright?”

All Peter gets is a simple,“Sì,” before y/n tucks her pencil behind her ear and gets going into the kitchen. It was all he got to see of y/n after breakfast. During the short time the gang was at the hotel, she would go out of her way to not bump into Peter. Flash, when asked about what he’d said to her, shrugged and smiled.

“Maybe she realized what a loser you are, Parker.”

He couldn’t focus on the picnic his friends planned. His mind kept wandering back to y/n, thinking about what was wrong. What idea had Flash planted in her head? Why had he seen her alone with him, leaving the hotel before his friends had left for the park? Had he done something wrong?

“Peter, hello?” MJ punches his arm, to which Peter protests. “I said what are you thinking about? Is it aunt May?”

“I…” Peter sighs and nods. “I’m worried about how she’s doing alone. How Queens is doing.”

It was not a lie. He knew aunt May would slap his wrists if she knew he was worrying about her. She wanted him to enjoy his vacation, to take in all the sites and not think about home. He was worried about crime in Queens, in New York really, although that was already taken care of anyways. His Avengers friends were always there, and Spider-Man being gone wouldn’t make things too bad. Even then, his aunt had packed his suit “just in case” he needed it in Italy, which he hadn’t.

Ned pats his friends arm understandingly. “Everything back home is fine. Aunt May wouldn’t want you thinking about her right now.”

“It’s okay to be homesick, Peter. Especially if you’ve never been so far away from everything. But you’ve got us, and we are going to make sure you have fun.” Betty smiles at him. “Come on, let’s play with the frisbee I packed.”

After she materializes a pink plastic disk from her backpack everyone spreads out on the field. The warm day was perfect for a game of frisbee, especially because the wind had died down and wouldn’t be interfering with the way it flew. A couple classmates who’d also decided to go to the park that afternoon joined the game. A few locals who had just been taking a dip in the lake joined them as well, calling for an even bigger space to throw the plastic circle around.

Once the sun began to set and the sky changed from blue to oranges and reds and pinks, everyone began dispersing and going home. Peter packed up the picnic basket and handed it to Betty, and Ned took her backpack. MJ folded up the blanket, and with that the group was ready to head back to the hotel.

“I’m going to get us a good table for dinner, I’ll see you guys in a bit.” Peter says. His friends, thinking nothing of it, head up to their rooms to drop off their things while Peter heads towards the courtyard, where he guessed y/n may be. He was right, but she wasn't alone.

Flash sat next to her on the bench that y/n and Peter typically sat at to read, and his arm was snaking its way around her shoulders. Peter watches as she goes to shrug him off, only for Flash to pull her closer. He leans into her ear and whispers something, which seems to be the last straw as y/n gets up and pushes his off of her.

“What are you doing to y/n?” Peter asks, making his way towards the two. Y/N, surprised, glances at Peter and gives him a thankful look. Flash looks irritated and sighs, standing up.

“What is it to you, Parker? Y/N and I were just getting to know each other.”

“Looks to me that you were about to leave.”

Flash is taken by surprise by Peter’s words directed at him. He did not expect Peter to show up, much less for him to talk to him that way. Flash scoffs and glares at the two of them. Y/N is now standing behind Peter, holding on to his arm. Their classmates were beginning to arrive down for dinner, so Flash gives up for the time being.

“This isn’t over, Parker.”

Y/N and Peter watch as Flash heads inside to the eating area, and Peter can feel as y/n relaxes once he’s gone. He turns to her and cups her face, studying her to make sure that she is okay.

“Stai bene? (are you okay?)”

Y/N nods, smiling up softly at the American boy. “lo sono ora (I am now). Thank you.”

“Of course.”

“Perhaps you should go and meet your friends before they wonder what is going on. I will see you after?” she asks hopefully. Peter nods, and on a whim, leans down to kiss her forehead. He freezes like that once he realizes what he’s done, and y/n giggles. She cups his face and pecks his cheeks. “Go.”

Peter goes to one of the empty tables and sits to wait for his friends. His face was still bright red, but thankfully, with the sun setting, it was not that noticeable.

“Sorry for taking so long, Betty and MJ showered and are taking forever to get ready so I just came down.” Ned sighs, plopping down on one of the chairs next to Peter. Peter looks up at his friend and nods. “Did I miss anything?”

“I mean, Flash harassing y/n, the girl who works here? Other than that, I guess not.”

“She’s the daughter of the owners of the hotel, right?”

“Yeah,” Peter nods. “The pretty one.”

Although Peter says this in a rather hushes tone, Ned hears it and grins. “Do you like her?”

“What?” Peter is flustered and unsure of what to say. Ned shakes his head and sighs.

“It’s okay, Peter. It’s been forever since Liz, so I think it was only a matter of time before you liked someone else.”

Before Peter could say anything else, Betty and MJ join the boys and the group begins browsing the menu, which offered different things everyday. It helped keep a variation on the foods that the hotel guests could eat, which was great. When y/n makes her way over to take their order, Ned eyes Peter teasingly, which only makes him blush even more. Y/N doesn’t really understand what is going on but doesn’t ask. Instead, she picks up their menus and tells them that someone will bring up their drinks and food in a minute.

As planned, Peter waits for y/n after everyone is done with dinner. Most of his classmates had gone down to the game room to play pool and whatnot, while others were either in their room or in the courtyard. Y/N comes out of the kitchen, but today she is not holding her copy of Call Me By Your Name.

“Scusate per il ritardo (sorry for the delay)” she apologizes.

“Non ti preoccupare (don’t worry)” peter says kindly.

Y/N smiles at him, the corners of her eyes wrinkling. She offers her hand, which Peter takes shyly.

“We can go on a walk today? A break from reading.” y/n suggests.

Peter agrees, and the two exit the hotel and walk down the worn sidewalk. The sun has long since gone down, and in its place was a pale, full moon. Crickets chirped from somewhere nearby, and the leaves rustled gently, dancing with the wind. Peter wasn’t necessarily sure where y/n was taking him, but he didn’t mind. As long as he was with her, he felt at ease, and he hoped she felt the same way. They end up at the park that Peter had been at earlier that day, and the two walk towards the sandy shore of the lake. Warm water rippled from the center of the lake towards the edge, causing the tiniest waves. The moon’s reflection lit up the area, lit up y/n’s face even, as he turned to look at her.

She wore a thoughtful look on her face. Her loose hair tumbled down her shoulders, and Peter gave into his urge of tucking some behind her ear. Y/N smiled as she turned to look at him.

“Flash ti ha ferito? (did flash hurt you?)” Peter asks quietly.

she shakes her head. “No. Ma parliamo di qualcos'altro, per favore? (No. But let's talk about something else, please?)” she asks kindly.

“Okay.”

The couple sits down close to each other and look out at the water, silent for a moment before y/n talks. She asks about Peter’s life in New York, what the states are like and his family and friends. As the two talk, y/n rests her head on his shoulders, curling up closer to the boy. After a moment of hesitation, Peter puts an arm around her, which she holds with her own.

It had not been the best day, not for y/n, but being here with a boy like Peter, near calming waters talking about each other, she hoped it would mean it would all be okay. At least for tonight. She was glad Peter didn’t push her to talk about things she didn't want to. That he cared about her feelings, and above all, he respected her. Peter was what she wanted in a boy.

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little italy

summary: peter’s second day in italy. he meets a pretty girl along the way and wants to get to know her

warning: fluff

A/N: hey guys! this is a repost to a previous chapter i posted a while ago. as some of you may know it was in collaboration with another creator, but sadly she has deactivated. half of the chapters were lost until i got in contact with her recently. we managed to find our old documents that we shared with each other. thank you everyone for being so patient. i hope you enjoy reading!💗

chapter 1

After getting a full day to recover from their jetlag, the class had gathered around for breakfast in the hotel dining area, which was a bit on the smaller side for a class the size of Peter’s. Peter and Ned decide to take their breakfast outside to one of the tables lined outside the hotel, where they are joined by MJ.

“buongiorno, come hai dormito/Good morning, how did you sleep?” the melodic voice from two days ago asks. The italian girl approaches them, pitcher of water with sliced lemons in hand. She smiles, eyes making their way towards Peter.

“Ottimo, grazie/Great.” Ned smiles. “E tu/And you?”

The nameless Italian girl smiles at him as she fills the empty glasses of water. Betty, having just finished serving herself breakfast from the hotel, swoops in and sits next to Ned.

“Il tuo italiano è molto buono/You Italian is very good.” the girl tells Ned, who in turn beams. Betty squeezes his hand and congratulates him, going on in english about how she helped her boyfriend study before coming here.

When MJ gets up to clear her dishes, the italian girl fusses, telling her to sit down while she gets everything. Peter gets up in a frenzy, taking the plates that she can’t carry and follows her into the kitchen.

“Grazie mille/Thank you so much…” she trails off, leaving the sentence open for Peter to tell her his name.

“Sono/I’m Peter.”

The two of them put the dirty dishes down in the sink and turn to look at each other.

“E tu/And you?” Peter asks nervously. She smiles and offers him her hand to shake.

“Il mio nome è y/n. Piacere di conoscerti/My name is y/n. Nice to meet you.”

“Alright everyone, today is all about touring the areas surrounding Bergamo. You should all have gotten a guide with different sightseeing spots, all which are great to practice your Italian. Stay in groups of at least three, don’t forget to check in at three, and stay safe everyone. Dinner is at six!” The italian teacher announces to the group of students. As soon as he is finished talking, the high schoolers disperse into groups, getting together to plan their day. Peter, MJ, Ned, and Betty looked through their copy of the guide of things to do around Bergamo, trying to all decide between touring through the Accademia Carrara, an art museum located in modern Bergamo, or visiting the Rocca museum and the Venetian walls.

“Let’s do the art museum. We can get out of old Bergamo and see modern Bergamo where all the newer things are. I read that the piazza there has really cool shops and food.” MJ says as she flips through one of the pamphlets she had grabbed from the hotel lobby.

“Don’t you think it would be interesting to go and look at the defensive walls? It’s gorgeous, and there’s this spot where we can look out from.” Betty flips through different pictures on her phone, trying to make her point. MJ cocks an eyebrow at her.

“Betty, it’s just a wall.” MJ turns to look at Peter expectantly. “Parker, what do you think?”

Petter hesitates, looking down at the manual in his hands. He hadn’t been paying that much attention to it while his friends talked, but rather to Flash across the piazza. He was talking to y/n near the hotel entrance, telling her something that made her laugh.

“Earth to Parker, are you listening?” MJ waves a hand in front of Peter’s face, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry, uh. I’m for the Academia Carrara. We get to ride that old funicular.” Peter suggests, clearing his throat. MJ nods approvingly, taking out some cash for the ticket.

“Anyone else in?” she asks, looking around at the group. Betty gives in, as does Ned.

Realizing he doesn’t have his wallet, Peter excuses himself and heads back to the hotel. He almost bumps into y/n on his way down. She holds her book to her chest, blushing.

“Mi dispiace/I’m sorry.” Peter apologizes. Y/N shakes her head and smiles.

“Va tutto bene. Dove stai andando/Everything is alright. Where are you going?” she asks, tucking a strand of her loose hair behind her ear. Peter blanks on his Italian for a second, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Y/N giggles, shaking her head.

“It is okay, Peter. I speak little bit of english.” y/n’s english is thich with an Italian accent, but Peter is still surprised. She tried speaking to him in his native language just the same way he’d spoken hers.

“Oh. Your english is very good.”

“Thank you.”

“We’re going to an art museum, down in the modern side of Bergamo. Accademia Carrara?”

“Oh sì, il museo d'arte/Yes, the art museum! Very good.” she smiles. Her eyes drift behind him, and she stands straighter. “I tuoi amici ti stanno aspettando/Your friends are waiting for you. Maybe you should leave.”

Indeed, Peter’s friends were waving for him to join them, pointing at imaginary watches on their wrists. Peter rolls his eyes and grins before turning back to y/n.

“I’ll see you later?” he asks. She smiles and shrugs.

“Perhaps. Goodbye Peter.”

After going through the art museum on the modern side of Bergamo, Peter and his friends stop for lunch at a cafe called the Caffe Degli Artisti, where they snag a table outdoors. They eat some sandwiches and drink coffee that is local, and relax a little after eating. The afternoon sun shone down on the group, warming up their skin nicely during a slightly windy day.

They all take the funicular back into old Bergamo, finding that they have some more time to go to the Bergamo Venetian walls and walk around. The view outside was beautiful, with lush green trees below, the weathered terracotta roofs stretching out as far as the eye can see. Ned and Peter look out at the scenery together while MJ and Betty indulge themselves with a conversation on the history of the city they were in.

“So, the girl from the hotel is pretty nice.” Ned says, casually bringing up y/n. Peter avoids looking at Ned, afraid his face would give away what he was thinking.

“Yeah.”

“I heard Flash saying how he was going to try and get her alone. I think he’s pretty interested in her.”

“Flash is interested in anything with a pulse.” Peter rolls his eyes. He bites his tongue when he realizes how this sounds, though Ned is already laughing.

“Dude, he’d kill you if he heard you say that out loud.”

“Who’d kill Peter if he heard him say what?” MJ asks, arms crossed as the girls join the boys once more. Ned repeats Peter’s words, which make MJ smile.

“We should get going, dinner is about to start.” Betty says, taking Ned’s hand in hers. The couple leads the way back to the hotel, where their classmates are already gathering around.

Dinner varies from different pastas to risottos, with dessert being gelato. Y/N flies around the room, helping the students with drinks and cleaning their empty dishes. An older man and a few younger kids, which Peter assumes are her family, go about the room helping as well.

“MJ has graciously offered to help me with something I’m writing for the school news, so I think the two of us are going to head out for the night. Is that okay?” Betty, places her hand over Ned’s, making sure it was okay that she was leaving him early for the night. The two share a kiss and bid each other goodnight before the girls get up.

“See you tomorrow, losers.” MJ salutes the boys and stands with Betty. She stuffs her hands in the pockets of her jacket, following Betty as they head to the reading area of the hotel.

“I think I’m going to get started on my journal entry. Want to head back to the room?” Ned asks as he sets down his glass of water. Peter glances over in y/n’s direction, finding her standing near the doorway that leads to the back garden of the hotel. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, cascading in messy waves as the wind blows through the open sections of the building. She catches his eyes, smiling at him shyly.

“Uh, you know I think I’m going to hang out here for a second. I’ll text you when I’m on my way up, okay?”

Once Ned has gone back up to their room, Peter gets up and begins making his way to y/n. He wanted to talk to her again, spend a little time with her before the day was over.

“Penis Parker, where do you think you’re going?” Flash intersects the path Peter was going in, leaning against one of the tables with a smirk on his face. Peter steps back, unsure of what to say.

“I-”

“Let me stop you right there. If you’re planning on talking to our hot foreign friend here, don’t. I’ve already set my sight on her, so don’t even think about it.”

“What if she wants to talk to me?”

“Well you better not try anything, Parker. I’m watching you.”

“Va tutto bene qui/Is everything okay here?” a soft, concerned voice asks. The two boys look up at y/n, who is frowning. She holds a damp towel in her hands, which she had likely been using to wipe down the empty tables before approaching the boys.

Flash gives her a smile and nods. ‘Tutto è perfetto, bello. Sto solo parlando con il mio amico qui/Everything is perfect, beautiful. I'm just talking to my friend here.” he glances at Peter. “Right, Peter?”

Peter nods slowly, to which Flash grins approvingly to. He leaves, joining his little friend group once more.

“Stai bene? Sembra un bullo/Are you okay? He looks like a bully.” y/n asks in a concerned tone. “You should not let him talk to you in that way.”

Her cool hand is on Peter’s, giving him a soft but firm squeeze. Peter looks down at their hands and blushes.

“Uh, I. Yeah. I know. I actually.” the boy takes a deep breath. “Volevo sapere se ti piacerebbe passare del tempo con me. Fuori in giardino/I wanted to know if you'd like to spend time with me. Out in the garden?”

Y/N smiles, glancing back at Flash before giving Peter a nod. “Sì. Good thing you are not letting that boy put you down. You would not have asked me otherwise.”

Y/N asks Peter to hold on for a second before going into the kitchen. She’s in there for a couple of minutes before returning back to Peter, this time with a sweater in hand rather than a towel.

Peter didn’t bother to see if Flash was watching him with y/n as they walked out to the hotel garden. All he cared about was that he was getting to spend time with her. He was going to talk to a pretty girl about whatever the conversation brought, underneath the stars, in a different country. How much better could it get?

The pair settles on a concrete bench outlooking the city below. The city lights twinkle in the dark, with the sounds of the city far away, faint to those above. It added to the ambience of the passing wind. Y/N slipped on her sweater and smoothed the skirt of her dress before looking over in Peter’s direction.

“Do you like here?” she asks. Peter smiles and nods.

“So far, yeah. We’re going to Milan tomorrow.”

“Oh, Milan is wonderful. Il cibo è/The food is,” Y/N kisses her fingertips and blows a kiss, signifying that the food was delicious. Peter laughs and shakes his head. “Com'è il tuo libro finora/How is your book so far?”

“Buono. Stavo pensando che potremmo leggere di nuovo insieme/Good. I was thinking that we could read it together again. Only if you want.” Peter adds the last part nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

Y/N laughs softly and nods. She asks him to hold on for a bit, and disappears inside. Once she reappears, she has her copy of Call Me By Your Name in her hands. She hands it to him, asking him to read it to her.

The two relax on the bench, sitting comfortably close to each other. They lean over the book reading, y/n helping Peter with whatever words he stumbled on. It was a wonderful way to pass time, so much so that Peter hadn’t noticed how late it had gotten until someone called out for y/n.

“My father.” she sighs, getting up. Peter follows suit, handing y/n back her book.

“I should probably get going too.”

The two stand in front of each other for a beat too long, neither one making a move. Peter thinks about leaning over to hug her, but then thinks about how that would be weird. He didn't want to mess it up, whatever ‘it’ was.

In the end, it is y/n who does something. She leans up and pecks both of his cheeks, her lips lingering for a second before pulling back.

“Tomorrow, I see you.” she says.

“Tomorrow.” Peter confirms. Y/N gives him a satisfied smile before walking back inside to where she had been beckoned. Peter watches her figure disappear into the shadows, running a hand through his hair. He couldn’t believe it. He had something to look forward to.

Tomorrow.

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so happy to see u back💓

thank you bb💖

#my sweet anon

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request: Hii, you're the best writer for Peter Parker ever. Could you write something about Peter where notices that the reader constantly wants to stay close to him and hides behind him and clings to his arm because she only feels safe when he is touching her, and maybe she panics when a teacher doesn't want them to hold hands in class?? (plot occurs after NWH)

thank you bb <3. i hope you enjoy!

life had been brutal after peter had been exposed by the media. of course no one remembers it, except for her and peter. and for some reason she feels like she can only trust him, because of the big secret they’re sharing. and it makes her more clingy with peter. he doesn’t mind though. he likes the attention. and technically, she’s the only person who truly knows about his existence.

peter has noticed how she cowers into him as they walk on the busy streets. she whimpers as bodies push past them, scared that they will be separated by the sea of people. he always lets her cling to his arm as tightly as she needs. it comforts both of them. she can’t bear to be more than a few feet away from him. she’s scared that if she lets him out of her sight for even a moment he’ll be gone.

the pair are walking through the busy midtown high hallways, hand in hand as they talk about their next spanish test. as she’s talking peter can’t help but feel a tingle on the back of his neck. he quickly lets go of her hand and moves aside before a group of jocks and cheerleaders come barreling down the hall between them. the football team was pretty good this year, making it all the way to the championship game which was this weekend. they’re excited about the pep rally happening this afternoon, getting the rest of the students in the hallway riled up, too.

y/n’s eyes widen as she realizes they’ve been separated .“peter?” she calls out for him. he’s not at her side or behind her and she’s getting nervous because people are continuing to push and shove their way past her. she calls his name again, louder this time, though she’s drowned out by all the noise. while everyone is busy celebrating, y/n is frantically looking in all directions for peter. she’s balancing on the balls of her feet, craning her neck to try to catch a glimpse of peter’s curls. no luck.

“peter?” she says weakly. her eyes are filled with tears. it’s a few more moments of her desperately trying to search for him over the other students when she feels someone pulling her. she gasps and is about to scream in terror until she feels herself being brought into a strong chest. peter had taken them away from the crowd and into a much more quiet hallway. she sighs, instantly melting into peter’s warm touch.

“it’s okay, i got you”. he sounded just as scared as her. y/n sniffles and peter allows her to softly cry into his chest for a few moments. she felt small, fragile as she hugged him back. when she calms down peter wipes her cheeks with his sleeve and gives her forehead a kiss. he smiles sweetly at her and holds her hand in his. “come. we’re gonna be late” he encourages her softly.

the two held hands for the rest of the day. almost making it through every period without being scolded by anybody. (sure, teachers and students gave them weird looks as they pushed their desks together so they could hold hands more comfortably, but neither of them cared. they were in their own little world.) until chemistry class came along.

truth be told, peter wasn’t paying attention to the lecture. chemistry was one of his best subjects. it wouldn’t hurt him to tune it out, sometimes. which is exactly what he was doing.

y/n and peter’s hands rested on the long, black lab table. peter was rubbing his thumb against the back of hers as the teacher was lecturing. he occasionally left little kisses on the back of her hand and it made her smile. it was a sweet gesture and it was soothing her worries.

until their teacher spoke up.

“i’d appreciate it if you two saved the pda for outside of class”. one by one, everyone turned their heads towards the back of the room to stare at them. peter blushed in embarrassment.

y/n looks over her shoulder at him, frightened.

it was very mild pda, but peter didn’t want to argue with authority. that would end up with him getting detention. obediently, he gives y/n’s hand a squeeze and slowly releases his grip, his own hands falling into his lap. he can feel her hand shaking as he lets go, but he can’t double back. the teacher nods in appreciation and slowly goes over the notes written on the board.

peter can sense her anxiety. her leg is bouncing up and down quickly under the table. she can’t help it. it’s killing him to not be able to soothe her in the best way he knows how. he wanted to take her out of class and just sit with her in his apartment until she felt better. but he couldn’t do that right now. so instead, peter slowly inches his hand closer to her leg and rests his palm over her knee, halting her nervous habit.

“i’m right here”

A/N: thank you for reading. please request a blurb/fic. my inbox is always open!!!

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request: Hi love! Can I request a peter parker one shot or small blurb about Peter helping his girlfriend through panic attacks and living with anxiety? Thanks so much! (tumblr ate up the inbox message but luckily i copied it)

“baby. you gotta breathe for me, okay?”. you can barely hear peter over your own wheezing. your anxiety had gotten the better of you, this was your second panic attack today. and for what reason? you’re not entirely sure. all you know is that it’s getting harder to breathe.

“y/n”. peter never calls you by your name. that only happens when he’s angry or worried. although he wasn’t showing it, the boy was terrified. he had never seen you this bad before and his usual tactics weren’t working. you had already tried to slow your breathing and name certain objects in the room, but you couldn’t focus at all.

so peter did what he did best. he just held you, and let you know that he was there for you.

peter sat on the floor next to your rigid figure and slowly peeled your hands away from your face. slowly, but surely, he positioned you so your back was in his chest. his back rested against his bed frame. peter comfortingly rubbed up and down your arms and thighs, quietly telling you that he’s here for you. eventually your breathing slowed down, enough for you to weakly call out his name.

“i’m right here, angel” he tells you. peter gives your temple a kiss as you cry softly, resting the back of your head against him. at least you stopped hyperventilating. this was progress.

“that’s it” he praises you. he laces one of his hands with yours and squeezes it. peter waits patiently with you until your cry dies down and becomes light sniffles. “good girl’ he whispers. you shift you weight and curl into him, resting your temple against his collarbone. peter rubs your back soothingly and it makes you sigh.

“i’m so tired” you whimper. your eyes flutter close after your statement. peter knows how much stress an attack can put on your body. which is why he doesn’t press you for anything more. he knows all you need is a good night’s rest.

“i know, i know” he says softly. the hardwood under him wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, but he’ll deal with the soreness later. all he cared about right now was making sure his girl felt better.

“just rest baby”

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HI I MISSED YOU I HOPE YOU’RE OK OK LOVE U MWAH 🥰🥰🥰

I MISSED YOU TOO!!!! YES IM DOING WELL HOW ARE YOU?🥰

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i was wondering why some parts of “little italy” are not showing up when i click to read them

it’s because i had a co-writer and we took turns publishing on our accounts but she deactivated!!! so half of the story (all the chapters she published) are gone!!! but i’m trying to get them back up. if i can remember my old email i’ll republish them cause that’s where we wrote it!!!

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without a word xxv

summary: peter’s girl is finally home from her trip and pays him a visit. he’s happy to see her, but also has an important question to ask her

warning: fluff/angst

A/N: hi lovlies. it’s been a year since posting the last chapter. but im back!!!

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y/n kept her promise when she told peter she would be home soon. to help stay connected she sent him cute “vlogs” while she was away. he would ask for her to send pictures and of course she would send them. She was so beautiful. he would never get tired of looking at her.

peter passed the time by catching up on reading, hanging with ned and mj, cleaning his room for when she gets back… he was so excited to see her again, even though it had only been a few days. her plane would be landing soon and by tonight she would be in his arms again. he couldn’t wait. he missed the smell of her hair, her soft skin, warm eyes as she gazed lovingly at him…he missed all of her.

peter still had ned’s questions in the back of his mind, but he buried them for now. he didn’t want their first conversation to be about the future. he just wanted to hold her, love her and make up for lost time. before the boy can become too lost in his own thoughts, there’s a light knock on his front door. his heart skips a beat and before he knows it he’s sprinting out of his room. peter has never opened the door so fast. his eyes widen in surprise as his lover is standing on the other side. it’s her. she’s come home early. there’s a shy smile on her face as peter stares at her in shock. she looks tan, happy, and beautiful. just like always.

“hi, angel”. y/n barely finishes her greeting before peter wraps her in his arms. the boy quickly pulls her into the apartment and cuddles her into his chest. she yelps in surprise and can’t help but laugh at his eagerness. when she’s wrapped up in him he closes the front door and leans into her so much that she’s trapped between the material and him. he takes time hugging her, squeezing her, smelling her intoxicating scent that he loves so much. he sighs and melts into her, happy to finally be holding her again. “hi, sweetheart” she says softly. y/n massages her hands into his curls. it soothes him. she kisses his temple.

peter becomes greedy and quickly untucks his head from her neck so he can kiss her lips. he sighs once again, holding her even closer to him. he can feel y/n smiling against him. she lightly holds his cheeks as they share a loving kiss. it doesn’t last long though. peter is frantic, kissing her nose, cheeks, eyelids, anywhere, everywhere. he wants as much of her as possible. she’s addicting.

“baby, wait” she giggles. she softly pushes him back with her hands on his pecs. his pupils are blown out and his chest rises and falls quickly as he catches his breath. his cheeks heat up, realizing how desperate he looked. she strokes his cheek and smiles at him. “i missed you too” she teases. y/n knew peter had been counting down the days since they last saw each other. and to be honest, she was too. of course she had fun on her trip, but what she really wanted was to be in bed with her boy. it didn’t take much for her to be content. just as long as peter was there she was happy.

“i got you something”. it’s then when peter notices a small plastic bag beside her. she must’ve put it down before he attacked her. y/n carries the bag in one hand while she holds peter’s in the other. she guides them to his room and sits on the bed, placing the bag between them. peter looks between her and the bag, wondering what could be in there. “now i know you didn’t ask for me to bring you back anything, but i just couldn’t help it” she admits excitedly. peter frowns at her. he didn’t want her spending her money on him. she pecks his lips to shush him. “just open it” she pleads. there’s a blush on her cheeks.peter reaches in the bag and hesitantly pulls out a wrapped present. it’s rectangular. its heavy. he gives y/n a puzzled look, wondering what it could be as he tears the brown wrapping paper off of it. peter’s jaw drops as he stares down at an old digital camera. it’s silver with a thick black stripe on the side. it’s beautiful. it’s his.

“surprise” she whispers sweetly. peter had never been the type to take pictures of himself, but she knew he loved taking pictures of her. she hoped that with his new camera they would have more pictures together. “do you like it?”, she asks. it was a silly question. he didn’t just like it. he loved it. the present was from his girl. for him. peter felt like his heart could burst. he didn’t deserve her.

“come, let’s test it out”. y/n carries the camera and makes her way over to peter’s dresser. there’s a large mirror in front of it, perfect for taking photos. peter follows her and she motions for him to stand in front of her. he does and crouches so she can rest her chin on his shoulder from behind him.

“ready?”, she asks. peter nods. she brings the camera up to her eye, making sure they’re centered. “3…2…1” she counts down. before snapping the picture, y/n snakes her free arm around his waist, holding him close to her. peter has a soft smile on his lips as she presses down, capturing the sweet image.

peter is back on his bed, laying down as y/n lays on top of him. they’re cuddling, lazily kissing, enjoying each other’s warmth. he’s had a look in his eye since she came back. y/n is blushing under his gaze.

“what?”, she asks shyly. peter is stroking her cheek with one hand while the other holds her close. there’s a small smile on his lips as he gazes at her. the girl questions him again. “why are you looking at me like that?”.

peter sighs quietly. “i wish i could freeze time”, he signs. her brows furrow at his statement, and she laughs lightly.

“i just got here, i’m not leaving you any time soon”. it’s true. she didn’t plan on going back home until the weekend was over. even though her trip was relaxing, her parents still had a rocky relationship. she didn’t want to be around when they exploded at each other.

“i know. i just mean in general”. peter didn’t really want to go into depth about it right now. but when she furrows her brows and sits up peter knows he won’t be able to sweep this conversation under the rug.

“is something wrong, angel?” she questions. peter sighs and sits up against the headboard, facing her.

“what about the future?”. they had never spoken about their future together. they were enjoying taking things day-by-day.

y/n shrugs. “what about it?”. of course she had thought about their future together, but she wasn’t sure what peter was implying. was he doubting it? he sighs. peter tries to shake his head and brush it off, but she won’t let him. “hey, tell me what’s on your mind”, she pleads softly.

there’s a worried look behind his eyes. he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing. she had just come back a few hours ago, he didn’t want to start an argument. “baby” she encourages him.

“what happens after we graduate? what if we go to different schools?” peter signs, unsure if he wants to hear her answers. the worst-case scenario: they would break up because the distance would be too hard to deal with. he had tried to prepare himself for this, but he just couldn’t.

“what? where is this coming from?” she asks softly. the future scared her too, but she was positive that peter would be in it. she didn’t see a future where peter wouldn’t be standing beside her.

“i just don’t want you to forget about me”. peter looks away. he cringes at how insecure he’s being. y/n thinks the statement is absurd. forget him? her peter? her first love? how could she?

“look at me” y/n whispers. she leans her head down when peter countinues to look away in shame. “peach” she calls to him. peter’s eyes meet hers and she offers him a comforting smile.

“we’ll apply to the same schools. we’re both smart, i’m sure we’ll be accepted to all the same ones. and if not…” she hesitates for a moment. she doesn’t even want to think about that possibility. “...then we’ll take it from there. but don’t worry about that now, okay?”. peter nods. she’s right. they were only juniors. they still had a year of high school left. who knows what would happen in that time? peter chooses to believe her.

she rests her forehead against his. “I’m not going anywhere” she promises. peter nudges his forehead against hers, enjoying the feeling of doubt being washed away. “when did you start thinking about this?”. he had never had these anxieties before.

“the other night. ned was asking all these questions and i just got scared”.

y/n coos at him. “you must really love me, huh?” she teases. peter blushes. of course he does. he has been for a long time now. he was just waiting for the perfect time to say it back to her.

“nothing to be scared about, precious” she tells him. peter doesn’t know how she does it. she manages to make him feel better every time his anxiety gets the best of him.

“any more doubts you have in that pretty head of yours?”. peter shakes his head. “good”. she leans into him and kisses his burning cheek. peter doesn’t know what he did to get a girlfriend like her. it must’ve been karma giving him a break from his traumatic childhood. he’s not too sure, but he does know one thing. he’s in love with her.

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