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counting on it | coryo snow x reader

a/n: hello all... this is supposed to be a part 2 for fear or endearment, but i feel like rewriting that one so idk, this could as well be a stand-alone writing / one-shot with a possible continuation? idk though. happy reading <3

this is techincally part 2 of this little drabble

word count: 4k

themes: fluff

warnings: mention of bombs, idrk what else??

gif credit goes to owner <3

the phone in her room never rang, which meant only one thing – it wasn’t the usual mysery business calling. each time the house phone rang, however, it was like a heart attack for her. any incoming calls to her home were only to her parents to tell them about her making trouble at the Academy again, and again. so it was never a pleasant phone call.

but she knew it could only be Coryo calling now, so she picked up the phone with a lovey-dovey smile on her lips already. “yes?” she asked into the round microphone end of the device, squeezing it between her rosy cheek and her shoulder. 

“good evening,” coryo’s shaky voice said into the speaker, and it was so uptight that she giggled, “is this you or not?”

“i-it’s me, yes,” she confirmed with another giggle. he’s nervous around her still, and miserably so, and it’s coming out in the form of a very formal greeting, “but is this really you, coryo?”

“of course it’s me,” he said, now so sure of himself he was bleeding with it, “were you expecting someone else to call?”

“well, there’s the routine call from the Academy about me misbehaving that comes once or twice a week,” she answered, “no one other than that. why are you calling? i usually call you.”

she could hear him make a smile into his microphone, and she blushed at the thought of it, and his quiet chuckle that she heard, too. “i was thinking of you,” he admitted, and she raised her eyebrows. coryo being nervous one minute but then blunt the next really does a number on her. she wouldn’t believe he was such a nervous wreck around her by his looks, or by her own. he must be really... “if you’re free and not sleeping, i wanted to show you around grandma’am’s—well, our family’s—garden upstairs. o-only if you want to, of course, and if you’re free.”

she smiled again and shook her head. this cold boy was warming his way into her heart quicker than he was before. before they’d crossed that sacred line with the kiss in his empty kitchen. “yes, i’m free and not sleeping, and i would love to,” she said, “didn’t know you had an upstairs garden. i’ll be over in less than twenty minutes. do you need anything from my cooks?” 

she always looks out for him, doesn’t she? he hadn’t even thought of that aspect of their relationship. he’s only in total emotional turmoil and was missing her terribly. the bombing at the arena and then being in hospital, out for who knows how many days, robbed him of seeing her every day, like he usually would, which he’d grown used to. she would have visited him in the hospital, but apparently she was not permitted to – she guesses because of her trouble-making at school. her presence and the frequentness of it brought him comfort. he couldn’t think of anyone else at this time, not even Tigris could console or comfort him. not like y/n could. 

she got barely a good enough answer from Coryo, but packed a bag of sandwiches and pie nonetheless before departing in her driver’s car for Coryo’s apartment in the Corso. she knew he didn’t like charity, and wouldn’t be asking for food from her if it wasn’t absolutely the end of days. he also didn’t let anyone else from school but her see where he lived – and even about her, taking her upbringing and current wealth, he had doubts. with her unpredictable nature, he could never predict her reaction to seeing his home. and not knowing whether she’d run and belittle him at school or stay and still like him regardless was frustrating. because he could never have any control over her reactions, and that scared him. 

but she didn’t run away, nor belittle him, nor think less of him. a home is a home, and she knew how hard anything was to come by for the Snows. because her and Coryo had become friends over all their time spent together at school, even despite the vast difference in their personalities, they had this undoubtable connection, she had grown to care about him. therefore it was her idea, of course, to bring him any food she could from her mansion of a home where food was always excess. truth be told, Coryo had thought of the possibility of asking her, but he would never have let down his pride or let her see his vulnerable side. perhaps, until now. 

she was panting and heaving when she finally reached the floor of the Snows’ penthouse in the apartment building, which isn’t the ideal state to meet the boy of your fancies in, but seeing his welcoming smile made her feel at ease. she hardly came off to people as anything but frazzled, but Coryo has proved that it doesn’t matter to him, so she dares not worry. she smiled back wide, too, and doubles over for a few moments to catch her breath. 

Coryo paced over to her and put a hand on her arm, which made her look at him. “hey,” she said in a heavy breath and with a smile still on her lips, “i’m fine, really,” she said with a shake of her head. Coryo nodded and then shrugged.

“how improper of me, i should have gone down to walk you up,” he said, then, and they both chuckled.

“don’t worry your pretty head over it,” she said in response with a carefree throw of a hand, “just a shame the elevator doesn’t work.” Coryo nodded again at her statement, and y/n breathed one last sigh of heavy breath before really looking up at him. there was something different about him. most of all, his piercing blue eyes looked glassy, unlike their usual look- cold, convicted, confident, calm. all the characteristics she could match to Coryo himself. her eyebrows twitched slightly as she reached a hand out to his cheek, and upon touching it found him trembling. now that she looked at him closer, and he let her do that, she noticed his curls messy, out of their usual arrange, and his cheeks not as rosy as always, blueish rings under his eyes. something was troubling him, and she didn’t have to guess twice what. 

she kissed his lips quickly, feeling as though he might fall apart or spill his worried words out like a river if she didn’t. Coryo immediately sunk into her through the kiss, arms wrapping around her coat-covered waist so close he nearly started to lift her up and, really, with the mood he’s in, he might as well have. he was so desperate for her, so desperate to feel her close that it made himself nauseaus. he’d sworn off any romantic relations until he and his family had a better place to live, and the breaking of his own promise made him an enemy to himself. what was she doing to him?

but this felt so good with her, so good that he never wanted to let go of her, never wanted there to be a day in which he doesn’t get to see her if only for a few seconds. she was making him feel things he’d never felt before, things he couldn’t understand now. pulling away from her after giving her a searing hot kiss was torture, but he had to give them both air to breathe. “i missed you,” he admitted to her what he’d never admitted to anyone else before. y/n smiled and nodded, their foreheads touching, “i wanted to see you. i had to.”

“i know,” she nodded again, “i’m sorry i didn’t come to the hospital – i couldn’t.” she admitted with a gentle shake of her head, and suddenly she felt strongly overcome by emotion. “they wouldn’t let me in.” her hands rested on his neck, on his chest, she nearly made desparate gestures, as if he wasn’t in her hold or would be taken away any second. she’d missed him, too. Coryo furrowed his brow. they wouldn’t let her in? he looked into her eyes, and she nodded, her eyes sad, too, but not nearly as sad as his own. “my reputation as sort of a rebel and all.”

that word. poison to him. poison to the whole nation. her using it as a joke didn’t come off too strongly with comedy, and he wished she wouldn’t use it at all. “they were fools not to,” Coryo said amidst his inner disagreement, “you should have come with Tigris and Sejanus, they would have let you in then.”

“pretty hard to get hold of them when they don’t really know about us,” y/n pointed out the fact with half a smile on her face, hoping it wouldn’t stir the wrong nerve in the boy. but it didn’t. Coryo always knew the truth, just didn’t always act on it or deem it worth anything. what good was the truth if you could tell lies instead? he nodded at her and closed his eyes, “i only found out you’ve been hospitalised from the news. and the bombing – god, Coryo, that’s just...”

he made a firm shake of his head at her words and pressed a kiss to her cheek before taking her hand and leading her away from the stairwell. she just watched him as he pulled her through his door, knowing Coryo doesn’t like remembering the war days. they both experienced it, both had run-ins with bombs and many other traumatic war characteristics that they’d rather forget. Tigris and grandma’am were both asleep, so there were no worries about accidental run-ins with either of them, while y/n was still unintroduced to both. Coryo wanted to avoid an awkward situation right now as best he could.

Coryo led her to a door by their kitchen, which opened up to a stairwell, rather than a simple cupboard (what would they keep in there, anyway? the Snows had so little belongings to them and so little food to eat that there was hardly any excess anything in the apartment), and, himself going first and y/n following suit with her hand still in his, led them both up those stairs that looked older than his grandmother with no doubt. the breeze of the night welcomed them with sweeping arms as a cloud of red and white surrounded y/n’s vision.

a rooftop garden. the Snows were giving y/n’s family a run for their money with the beauty of this scooped-away little paradise. she gasped as she tried to take it all in, looking all around herself at all the roses – white and red – engulfing her and Coryo. there was scarcely anything else on the rooftop besides the roses, just a pair of old chairs, gardening tools and a watering can in one of the far corners. this was just unbelievable.

her hand covered her mouth as she looked at Coryo in shock and fascination. there was quite nothing like the beauty of so many roses, and the view this rooftop gave of the city. truth be told, the Capitol could look better – torn, burnt buildings, trash littered in the streets, hardly any plants growing anywhere, and it looked especially worse now in the night, scary even – but still, a panoramic view was a panoramic view. she clung to Coryo, arms around his waist as she all but blushed and gushed at the sight around them. “it’s breath-taking, Coryo,” she said finally, and he put an arm around her, smiling softly at her joy. he didn’t know another person’s smile could mean so much to him, and even warm him and make him feel better. 

“grandma’am’s pride and joy,” he said to her, overlooking the garden, too, and he walked them both further into it, away from the door – god forbid either of his sleeping family members woke up from their voices in the night. 

“i’ve been wondering where you got those roses you like to give me,” and the one for lucy gray, y/n said as she ran her hands over the beautiful, seemingly perfect white petals. no flaws on them, none visible, anyway. just like Coryo himself. she looked back to him, his hair seeming to glow in the dark of the night, and Coryo smiled at her with tightly closed lips, “god, it’s great here. i love this view,” she said and leaned on the edge of the stone balcony, her hands splayed on either side of her, stretching further away from her. Coryo took slow steps to approach her, and finally he dared to come up just behind her, arms wrapping around her waist again. she immediately leaned into him, locking her hands on his on her stomach. 

“it’s great for when i want to be alone, catch a break,” he said and sighed softly. her thumb gently grazed across the pearly white skin of his hands and her eyes slowed down in wonder. they usually jump around, never rest, but it’s different when she’s with him. he seems to ground her a little. 

“was tonight one of those nights?” she asked quietly and felt him nodding as he made a hum of confirmation. she turned around in his arms and looked up at him, hands on his chest. “i figured as much. you never call me yourself.” she said and made an airy chuckle, though Coryo’s lips barely lifted to make any kind of expression at all. “what is it?” he shook his head and made to kiss her again, dipping his head down, but she moved away. “you have to talk to me.” she said, with a firm hand on his cheek now, in case he attempted for her lips again. “you have no reason to hide from me, come on. and i wouldn’t tell anyone, you know that.” it’s her unavailing ability to always somehow make a half-hearted joke that Coryo likes about her, even though he wouldn’t let himself like that. 

but he found himself unable to say no to her. so he turned them around, him being the one who leans against the edge now, both of them holding onto each other still. he looked at her thin coat and the dress she’s wearing underneath, and he traced his hand up her arm just to ease himself. “the bombs were horrible,” he finally said in a quiet voice, “i was scared for Lucy Gray, too. but see, she saved my life.” Coryo said, and y/n could see he hated to admit it. that a district girl could do good. all this propaganda about district people being animals and monsters worked well on them as children, but now, as they’re growing up, they’re seeing some truth for themselves. even if the propaganda is hard to erase from their minds. “i’m in her debt for that. and i’m not sure i could ever repay her.”

“you could help and make her win the games,” y/n suggested, but with nods from Coryo she knows he already thought of that, of course.

“i don’t know if i can do that,” he said in a frail voice, “she said to help her i should start believing she actually could win, but... i don’t think she’s gonna make it,” Coryo admitted, “other tributes are better at fighting and stronger than her, she barely has a chance. which means she’ll probably be one of the first ones to get killed, and then i’ll lose the Plinth prize and the Snow name will go into ruin.” he jumped to conclusions quickly, as she has found that he usually does, and it made her sigh. she pulled him in for an embrace, her arms around his neck, forehead to forehead, her curls tickling her cheek. 

“i still can’t believe they let the games go on after the bombing,” she admitted quietly, “but that would be Capitol showing weakness, so of course they wouldn’t stop the games. but look,” she held his trembling face in her hands, trying to make him look at her, “you and Lucy Gray both have charm. as much as i’ve noticed, no one else does. and no one is as bonded to their tribute as you are. her song brought her a lot of donations, and you can work with that. she just has to hide out long enough and...”

“that’s where i stopped, too,” Coryo said and shook his head with a sigh again, “it was doomed from the start. Highbottom has something against me, i know he does. i got the last district, and i couldn’t help her – just as he wanted.”

“i still believe you can prove him wrong,” she argued back, convicted, “but as mentors, you are pretty helpless when the games start. it’s all up to the tributes themselves.”

Coryo looks up at her again, “i bet you would have made a great mentor,” he told her with that charming half-grin on his delicious lips that made her tilt her head at him in disbelief. 

“me?” she echoed and Coryo nodded. “please, you’re just saying that to get into my pants. i can’t even make people like me at school, much less make the whole nation like someone from the districts enough to support them in the arena.” she shook her head. “i would be a terrible mentor.” 

Coryo shook his head and pulled her closer to him again by her waist, her having taken a step back while talking. he had her attention now, she looked down at him again, with seemingly a question mark in her eyes. “i like you, and i’m from school,” he said as his hands slid up her back, his fingers so long and his palms so big he could cover just half her back with his hands. 

“yeah, but i didn’t make you like me. i didn’t even try and here we are,” she said dismissively and meant to pull away again before Coryo kissed her lips again. ah, so that’s what he was trying to say – she didn’t even need to try to get him to like her. there was no effort, there was just her usual self and he liked her for that. it still seemed hard to believe, though. “i like you, too, by the way,” she butted in again before returning a kiss and smiled at Coryo chuckling at her little joke. he spread his legs for her to get even closer, now standing between them and kissing his pink lips with one of her hands splayed on his cheek and the other carefully ghosting over his snow-white curls, not wanting to ruin them. 

but Coryo didn’t care, they were all dishevelled before they met up, anyway, and in this moment between them his own visual look didn’t matter that much to him. she was already kissing him, anyway, he’d won her over, so to say. and he was pulling her closer and closer to him with his hands roaming all about her back and her hips as their kisses grew more frequent, more hot, more messy. Coryo felt like his head was spinning, and he knew he was disobeying the doctor’s orders to rest and take everything easy with this. but he couldn’t help it. it was her.

he hoisted a leg of hers over his, surprising her and earning a gasp from her. which gave him the advantage to deepen the kiss with his tongue now poking at her own between their heated kisses, and he actually made her moan. it hummed so deliciously into his mouth and Coryo felt himself shudder because of it, his trousers tightening exponentially around his crotch. she was no longer afraid of ruining his perfect hair, she ran her hand through the soft curls and reached into his half-unbuttoned shirt with her other hand, skimming his perfectly-shaded naked skin with her careful hands. their kisses lost count and air ran out, but they just needed each other so much that they didn’t even notice. Coryo ran his hand across her up-hoisted thigh, even reaching under her dress, which made her hum against his lips again. “ungh, Coryo,” she mumbled into his burning mouth and grabbed onto his neck for support as he edged his hand higher and higher up her dress.

he might have reached near the spot where she had the most heat ignited for him, but her accidentally pressing her hand into a sensitive, wounded area on his back made him yelp out and jerk like he’d just been hit by live electricity. she immediately jumped off him and saw the hurt expression on his wincing face and felt guilty. a hand covered her mouth as the other one carefully reached out to him. Coryo took his shirt off and looked over his shoulder—though he could barely see that way—if any stitches had broken loose, and then exhaled sharply, suddenly sounding exhausted.

“Coryo, i’m so sorry,” she said in a hushed voice, still wary to touch him without his permission. he looked at her for a moment and then shook his head. she could see the pain was fading away by the expression on his face – the wince and cringe were slowly letting go of his facial muscles – but she still felt bad. 

“don’t be,” he told her in a hoarse voice, “i didn’t tell you about my injuries. you couldn’t have known,”

“but i still feel bad,” she said and came closer to him again, “i—i could take a look for you. maybe stitch you up, uh...” Coryo shook his head just as she took his hands in hers, and his head hang low again. “i’m sorry, let me fix it.”

he gave her a firm head shake again. “you don’t need to, i’ll go to a medic tomorrow,” he assured her and looked up into her bambi eyes again. she looked so pretty to him suddenly. well, of course, she always looks pretty and beautiful to him, it’s just her emotions right now that made her eyes look bigger and... he couldn’t put it into words.

“i could... stay over, if you don’t want to be alone. we could just talk or sleep, whatever,” she suggested with a naïve smile on her over-kissed lips, though already knowing that it’s probably going to be a “no” from him, knowing that the two of them were a pretty private item. if they were an item at all, of course. and, of course, Coryo shook his head.

“it’s late, you should be home,” he told her and gave a kiss to one of her hands, “besides,” he added, getting close to her again, nose to nose, “i’ll just get carried away with you again and then i’ll bleed all over you,” he said with a slight smile, and she appreciated the notion of a joke from him this time, instead of her. she giggled and her head dipped lower, his words – both dangerous, comedic and enticing – making her blush as if she was as young as twelve or thirteen and a boy had just flirted with her for the first time. Coryo kissed her temple and squeezed her hands. “you’re irresistible to me.”

she looked into his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity and lust as he said those words, so she believed him. she took a deep breath and made a small smile, that blush ever present in her cheeks. “as you are to me,” she said, “you could stay over sometime, though, at my place. i’d love for you to stay over,” she admitted quietly before she got ready to leave.

Coryo made a sheepish grin at her words and walked her back down the stairs and to the door of his penthouse. he took her close in his arms again for one more time before she had to leave and whispered in her ear, “i can’t promise i’ll be on my best behaviour with no one but you around.” he told her words that made her shiver and she just smiled wide as she stepped away from him.

before slipping out and through his door in the hour of creeping dawn, she said something very characteristic of herself, “i’ll be counting on it.” and with a kiss blown to Coryo, she was out and on her way home.

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Part Of Your World ~ p.p

Pairing: Peter Parker X Mermaid!reader

synopsis: Peter meets a girl who dreams of being where the people are

chapter one: under the sea

chapter two: kiss the girl

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This fic was so good pls read it

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe fic #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #outerbanks fanfiction #outer banks pogues #obx kooks #outer banks

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WHEN I TELL YOU THAT THIS IS PROBABLY ONE OF THE BEST AND WELL WRITTEN TOM RIDDLE FANFICS I HAVE EVER READ

PLEASE READ IT ITS SO GOOD HELLO

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I think we should all be talking about this.

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Please read this!

As a lot of you may have heard about scientists being arrested for protesting and trying to warn us about climate change.

This problem has been ignored continuously plus the distractions that has happened like covid, Ukraine and Russia, etc. The government has been hiding this from us continuously and it’s time we make a move. A lot of us like I might not even become adults before and irreversible damage hits the earth.

Scientists have been trying to warn us for decades (even when I was not alive), but no one listens. We all need to make a move before what the scientists words come true and we do lose everything. However, we are merely just people we aren’t the big ones like the government one of us trying to make a difference will not make an ounce difference. We all need to help stop climate change. Help stop fossil fuels because the longer it continues the faster the earth’s damage will no longer be fixable in our hands.

I’m terrified and you all should be too. I might not even make it to 20. My brother might not make it to 10. In the end all of us will suffer. The government doesn’t care. Most of them have lived their lives and probably won’t be here when everything has turned into dust.

PLEASE TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY AND START ACTING UP.

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/scientists-stage-worldwide-climate-protests-after-ipcc-report-180979913/

https://www.independent.co.uk/climate-change/news/nasa-scientist-protest-extinction-rebellion-b2057563.html?amp

https://www.globalcitizen.org/en/content/how-to-cut-fossil-fuels-from-your-life/

#scientists protest #climate crisis #climate change #let the earth breathe #climate denial #climate justice #peter kalmus #help stop climate change #stopfossilfuels #savetheearth #help stop fossil fuels #important

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can I request a peter parker (t.h) x reader. where y/n pushes May out of the way of the glider and ends up dying.

Hi love!! I wrote a fic quite some time ago and its sort of the same idea just without the r pushing May out of the way so if you’d like to check out that fic!!

If you’ve already read it feel free to go to my dm’s and request a new one!!

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Series Masterlist | Blurb masterlist 

✗ = it’s a blurb

Stitches - Based on the song ‘Stitches’ by Shawn Mendes. Where Tom is in an unhealthy relationship and comes to you one night when things get too hard.

Strawberry Kisses - You find yourself on your best friends doorstep for the first time in three weeks after you find your boyfriend cheating.

Hoodies and Disloyalties - You hear Tom saying things about you to his friends which leads you to become distant (Angst to fluff)

Broken hearts and Empty cups (part two here) - Where Toms friends dare him to break up with you and he feels the need to prove a point. (Angst)

Bun in the oven - How Tom found out about your pregnancy and how it simultaneously almost ruined your relationship.

Doctor, Doctor - Ambers 4k. Your husband gets into an accident on set and you’re the first one there to help. (Doctor!Reader x Tom)

In denial - Tom loves you but thinks pushing you away is easier than admitting the truth.

Little things- just a barista!tom imagine

Affliction -  Everyone has insecurities but some are worse then others- some are enough to ruin relationships.

What we lost: It’s been months since your miscarriage and things aren’t the same between you and Tom. When you hear him talking to Harrison, your heart breaks all over again.

By the way, I still hate you: You and Tom don’t like each other at all and everyone knows, so why not make things more complicated by sleeping together not once…. but whenever you can get within range? You find out why that’s a bad idea, someone always gets feelings.

Love of my life: There are 365 days in a year and you’re lucky enough to see your love on one of those days. At least they called it lucky– you called it a curse but hey, sometimes you have to learn the hard way about falling in love with demons.

Almost a good way to die:  In public and in front of cameras, Tom is just your bodyguard. But behind closed doors you’re much, much more. This is just a glimpse into one of your mornings with him where something goes a little wrong

Seven Minutes - A car, eyes cast on the backseat, a red light and a truck. Four things that spell out trouble. You look back on exactly what happened and the aftermath.

Hello, I love you - This was originally going to be a series but I decided to leave it as a stand-alone.You’re only supposed to have one soulmate, one person to give your heart to. So what happens when two boys stumble into your life?

Get up - Toms entire life is skating, it’s all he knows. So what happens when he manages to get injured during training for one of the biggest events in his career and you’re there to see the entire thing?

Everybody’s in love (but you and me) - Everyone at your best friends wedding seems to be in love. But you and Tom.

Build Me Up (Buttercup) - Tom receives a knock at his door at half-past one am from his bruised and bloodied best friend.

Until I see you again - You don’t know when you’ll get to see him again so you make the most of the time you have.

+ The 5 love languages. 5 little imagines based on each of the 5 love langauges: Link here

Headcanons:

Tom dating a cat person

Dating Tom and being a college student

Tom taking care of you during a depressive episode

Capsize - Peter has been hanging out with a different crowd lately and he won’t listen to your warnings.

Breaking Point - Peter and you have been holding back for a while now, but it seems you’ve reached your breaking point - From an imagine I’ll never finish.

Let Go Of Me - Peter can’t forget.

Falling, Falling, gone. - You’ve been going through things causing you to shut yourself out and Peters worried sick so he shows up, wanting to know what’s been happening.

Grey Skies - Somehow Peter feels everything and nothing all at once.

Bullet wounds - You get shot on a mission and try to hide it from Peter.

Cherry - Peter has his eyes on you but yours are on someone else. Homecoming is the make or break for the two of you- only Peter doesn’t make the best decision.

Bloodlines - The reader is Tony’s daughter and Peter’s girlfriend and Tony manages to find out.

Does it feel good to be bad? -  After losing everything, Peter gives up his lifesaving ways for a life of crime and causing havoc on the streets of Queens. But you’ll always be his weakness, so when Peter hears your screams one night he can’t help but come to the rescue.

Just to see you smile - you and your boyfriend are in europe for a school trip and you sneak into his and neds room.

Before I Go - Tony Stark was always putting himself in harm’s way but one day things finally go too far. It’s a good thing Peter is there to hold you up back, right? Wrong.

You, me and the edge of the world -  Peter and you survived the snap, but now it’s up to the two of you and the rest of the Avengers to bring everyone back. It must be fate that you both end up on Vormir. 

Headcanons: 

Couple nicknames for one another

Peter using pick up lines

Excuses Peter has used to hold your hand!

The Three Ways - The 3 ways you subtly asked Michelle Jones out, the 2 ways she subtly turned you down and the 1 way you finally got her to cave.

Observant ✗ -  Michelle is awfully observant and no matter how hard you try to hide your feelings, she always has a way of finding out.

 Rainy days and crushes ✗ - “i know you don’t like hugs… but i could really use one right now.”

Days in Europe ✗ – You’re in Europe but Michelle is your favourite view.

Natasha Romanoff:

These Four Years - Natasha left you four years ago with no warning, only a year after the snap. So when she turns up at your door asking you to help get everyone back, you’re a little shocked to say the least.

Sleepless ✗ - Where Nat sleeps better when she’s with you.

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𝘸𝘰𝘢𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯

"𝐎𝐎𝐇 this would look cute...mhmm this one as well...this would look so good with your hair colour," pansy was pulling clothes off the racks and piling them onto y/n's arms.

when pansy had basically emptied the whole store, she shoved y/n into the giant dressing room to try them all on.

*cue the quintessential movie dressing room montage where the main character tries on numerous ridiculous outfits and the main character's best friend shakes her head disapprovingly at them till they reach the last outfit that's perfect and the friend gives two thumbs up*

after purchasing y/n practically a whole entire closet, pansy and the y/h/c girl walked out of selfridges, numerous shopping bags on their arms.

dropping the bags off by the parkinson family car, the two girls made their way to house of fraser for shoes and accessories.

as the two girls walked into the grand department store, they were approached by a retail clerk.

"you two look awfully young to be shopping here, if yous here to horse around i'd wish for you to leave," the lady has red-rimmed glasses, her hair was gelled neatly into a tight low bun at the back of her head. her eyes were slits, staring the two girls down.

pansy face frowned in anger and annoyance, "excuse me?"

"pans come on let's go it's fine we can go somewhere else," y/n tugged on pansy's arm towards the direction of the exit.

soon an older man in a suit started walking over to the three from behind the sales clerk, "what's with the commotion?"

"these two girls were planning to shoplift, but not to worry sir i was just about to escort them out," she explained rather proudly to him, almost as if she was expecting a praise from her boss.

when the man finally saw over the clerk and was met with pansy and y/n, his face shifted in horror.

"oh my goodness! ms parkinson how are you doing today?" the man quickly did a small bow.

y/n read off the nametag on the man's blazer, general manager in italics were engraved on it.

"i was doing well mr anderson, but i've now found myself in a terrible mood," pansy said rather dramatically, putting her hand on her forehead.

y/n had to conceal the laugh that was threatening to spill.

"i apologise ms parkinson, please do allow me show you the way," the store manager immediately led y/n and pansy further into the store.

when pansy walked past the sales assistant, she did not forget to give her the finger.

real classy pans. real classy.

pansy got herself a jimmy choo white heels, while picking out a few pairs of trainers as well as a black pair of black so kate 120 suede pumps for y/n.

a few rings and necklaces were selected and the two walked out of the store happy with their purchases.

"babes that's your uncle innit?" pansy tapped on y/n's shoulder while pointing to a man in black robes.

y/n squinted her eyes in the direction of where her friend was pointing.

and much to her horror, it was indeed her brother.

merlin did y/n want to dig a hole into the ground. severus was in his usual dress robes. they were literally in central london and homeboy looked like he churned butter in the 18th century.

y/n facepalmed herself and started walking towards her brother, pansy following behind.

"y/n, miss parkinson," severus greeted the two girls.

"hello professor," pansy replied.

"what are you doing here? wearing that?" y/n eyed her brother's outfit, of the usual black dress robes and cape, up and down.

"just looking around for some...muggle things..."

actually, voldemort had really wanted some scran from the chicken shop, and so severus had no choice but to come to muggle london to get some.

for someone who hated muggles, tom riddle did love himself some chicken fand chips.

"right...anyway can i have some money please?" y/n batted her eyelashes and gave her brother the sweetest 'i'm your baby sister, you love me' smile.

severus rolled his eyes and pulled out a ten-pound note.

"thank you uncle sev!" y/n remembered not to give away the sibling's identity.

"why'd you need the money for?" pansy asked rather curiously as they walked away from the middle-aged man.

"i saw a really pretty ring i wanted to get just now," y/n hummed in response.

by the time pansy had dropped y/n back at the malfoy manor, it was dark outside.

draco greeted y/n at the door, helping her carry the bags up to her room.

"i take it you had a good time," draco started to peer through the shopping bags.

"mhmm. i'm so thankful for pansy, sev and i didn't have much growing up. i felt like a real princess today."

"well you're my princess," draco smirked, pulling y/n into his embrace and kissing the top of her forehead.

"you're minging," y/n groaned, burying her head into draco's chest.

but draco knew she didn't mean it, he could feel her smiling into his chest.

"oh! look what pansy got me!" y/n pulled away from draco and rushed to the pile of shopping bags.

"it's like a telephone that you can carry around! how amazing is that!" the girl presented the small flip phone to the boy.

"i've seen pansy use one before, never understood how it worked. must be magic really," draco inspected the phone.

"she said i could use it to call her, but it doesn't work when we're in hogwarts. something about having no ser...serv...service...? or something like that."

draco started pressing random buttons on the phone, unsure of how to work the contraption.

"999, what is your emergency?" the small device suddenly spoke.

draco threw the phone in the air out of shock, while y/n's eyes widened.

"999, what is your emergency?" the voice repeated.

"how do turn it off, what's happening?" y/n quickly picked up the phone off the floor pressing buttons to make it stop.

"prank or false calls to emergency services is a punishable offense by law."

"dray! how do you turn it off?!" she whisper-yelled to the blonde boy.

"you're asking me?" draco put his hands on his hips thinking of what to do, "oh! i know" he grabbed his wand off his desk and cast a muffliato charm on the phone.

that's one way to fix it i guess.

safe to say, y/n decided that she was better off sticking to owling pansy instead.

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 >

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Ukrainians fleeing with their pets. They don’t leave them behind. 🐶🐱🙏 I can’t imagine the pain and heartbreak picking up your pets and leaving your home. Heartbreaking for all. 💔

Praying for peace between Ukraine and Russia and all over the world.

Photos via Missenell

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Hate to be that person, but WW3 trend on TikTok is not funny at all, especially your stupid POVs. Because no, Jessica from Chicago, you won’t have to hide in the basement to avoid being nuked and no, Kyle from LA, you won’t get drafted to the front lines. 

You again missed the whole point and managed to make this situation all about yourself, so I’m going to assure your stupid ass - this war is not going to affect you in any way, but you know who it’s going to affect? Actual people from Ukraine, who are going to lose their lives and be displaced from their homes, just like for the past 8 years. 

So congratulations on your stupidity, because it’s not about “I need a way to cope 🥺🥺🥺”, it’s about you celebrating and making fun of other people’s death.

[narcissuspetal]

Praying for Ukraine and the people 🇺🇦

Donation Links

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Assistance for logistical and medical support of the armed forces of Ukraine

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This is the most help I can do. Please help donate to the people of Ukraine even the smallest amount does make a difference. Pray for Ukraine 💙💛

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Heartbeat

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Angst

Summary: This is based off 'Points Scored' on my fanfic vote. Sirius and others play a game to see who can sleep with reader first.

An: Sorry for not writting!

"Beat that, fuckers!" Sirius exclaimed busting through the door.

Avery and Mulciber were seated, they looked at him with nervous excitement that they couldn't quite describe. 

Sirius then threw a lacy bra onto the table proceeding to bow as the other two boys glanced down at the fabric. 

"Don't tell me that’s-" 

"That's right, Grace Huddleston!" Sirius beamed. 

"No way!" Avery complained, "She wouldn't even come within ten feet of us!" 

"That's because you’re slimy gits, not the smooth and handsome Sirius Black." He grinned enjoying the distraught looks of his associates.

Mulciber rolled his eyes and glanced down at the sheet, "As impressive as that is Black, you’re still losing." 

"What?! How?! She's worth 10 points!" He said completely aghast. 

"Yes, but while you did that I scored Narcissa and Andromeda, both 6 points," Avery smirked.

"My cousins you sick fuck? I thought we agreed on no family?" He growled. 

"Yes, we agreed on no DIRECT family, and since neither of us wants to fuck your brother I'd say we're fine." Mulciber smiled. 

"Fuck you guys," Sirius muttered plopping down onto a chair examine the chart they had made. He was indeed behind Avery by 7 points and only ahead of Mulciber by 3. The game was ending at the end of the month, leaving him only two weeks to pull ahead. This would have been easy if Avery wasn't scoring points fast enough to keep his lead.

"If you actually want a chance to win I say you go for one of the big two." Avery sneered.

There were two names at the bottom of their little chart, each worth 30 points, an amount which would pull Sirius far enough to win. 

The first name scrawled in Mulciber’s not so impressive handwriting read. ‘Lily Evans’. 

Now, of course, Sirius would never go for that one. For one, the thought of sleeping with Evan's made him sick, for another even if he managed to somehow seduce her, James would kill him before he even got his points redeemed. 

Sirius rolled his eyes, "You guys know that they are impossible." 

"I thought you were the Great Sirius Black?" Mulciber mocked. 

"Or was that all talk?" Avery grinned. 

"Fine." Sirius huffed, "Just don’t come crying for your money back when I win." 

"If you win Black. If." 

"You know what, let's make it more interesting," Sirius smirked, "Since all of us know I'm not gonna go for Evans, how about whoever can sleep with y/l/n first wins? No time limit, just racing against each other. Whoever gets her first wins?" 

Avery and Mulciber glanced at each other. 

"Or are you guys too scared?" Sirius jeered. 

"Fine." Avery agreed "We're in." 

You glared down the girl in front of you, almost begging her to do what you knew she was planning.

“Oops.” Marlen drawled sarcastically pouring the cup of pumpkin juice delicately onto your head.

You didn't flinch, your heart still sustaining its soft, steady beat. You swiped your tongue out onto your lips humming at the taste of the spiced gourde.

Marlen stared at you, you could tell that this was not what she was used to. She was used to girls screaming or bursting into tears. Of course, you did not fulfill these expectations.

“You’re going to regret that Mckinnon.” You murmerd a signature smirk still twitching on your lips.

You saw her eyes flash with fear before darting around and resetting on your own.

“Oh, are you going to write to mommy and daddy about it, they're gonna fix it for you? Or are you gonna break your psycho uncle out of Azkaban and have him kill us?” She smiled sweetly, the sugar that coated everything she did made you want to vomit.

“Don't worry you'll see him in there soon enough.” She giggled; a ridiculously sharp noise.

“Do not ever compare me to my family.” You growled.

“Oooohh, I'm terrified.” She mocked although you could read the truth in her eyes, the truth she would never share with the girls who were crowded around you. 

“You do it again and I won't have to break out my uncle to kill you.” Your voice was so low the girl you were speaking to could hardly hear it.

“Don’t worry I’ll put you where you belong, behind bars.” 

Her smile and the girls laughs only lasted for a short second. 

You heard a loud crunch as your knuckles connected with her nose, a sharp yell of pain echoed through the corridor followed quickly by gasps and screams. 

You hissed at the pain your hand now held, it throbbed lightly, your heartbeat finding itself there.

Sobs then grasped from Marlen’s mouth causing you to scoff, mumbling “Pathetic.” quietly under your breath before you turned to leave. 

"Miss y/l/n!"  McGonagall shouted, her voice inflated with fury. 

"Yes Professor?" You drawled turning to face the women, a bored expression taking your features. 

"I just ran into Miss McKinnon and her nose is broken!" She yelled glaring down at you, it was no secret you were one of her least favorite students. 

"She shouldn't be sticking it in other people's business." You shrugged picking at your nails.

"Are you telling me that you are the one who broke it?" She gasped. 

"Godric, I would have thought you had figured that already." You rolled your eyes. 

"Detention, my room, for a month." She hissed. 

"I'm so sorry, I'm going to have to cancel." You hummed a disappointed look falling upon you. 

"Miss y/l/n detention isn’t something you can just cancel." She scoffed 

"It is when I already have detention with Flitwick." You shrugged. 

"Fine then. Morning detention. I already have a group of students serving then, you will join them." 

"I'm gonna gave to cancel again." You smiled.

"Don't tell me you have more detention." McGonagall sighed.

"No, I'm just not a morning person." You smirked. 

McGonagall sharpened her gaze on you and you just smiled back.

"I expect to see you there Miss y/l/n." 

"Of course." You mocked.

McGonagall turned on her heel mumbling something about the need for discipline and left. 

You did the same continuing towards your common room. You reached the room and was about to whisper the password when a booming voice echoed through the dark corridor. 

"Y/l/n!" 

You turned to be met with a pair of stunning green eyes and floppy blonde hair. A mischievous smile danced in white, tucked neatly behind a pair of pink lips. 

"Avery." You drawled attempting to keep your eyes from rolling. 

"You look stunning as always." He complimented this time nothing could have stopped your eyes from turning in their sockets, "How are you?"

"Better when you weren't here." You sighed.

"Oh come one y/l/n, we're friends." He smiled.

"Just because I have been forced to go to the same social gatherings as you since I was four doesn't mean we're friends." You drawled before mumbling the password and slipping into the common room. 

Avery followed, as persistent as ever, "Good, I never liked the friend zone anyway."

You scoffed, "Well I hope you enjoy the dickwad-who-harasses-me zone." 

"I wouldn't call it harassment." He smirked placing his hand lightly on your waist. 

"I would," you spoke snatching his palm from your skin and twisting it harshly. 

He gasped but continued to smile, "I bet you like it rough in bed." 

You dug your nails into his flesh hearing his hiss in pain, "Speak to me like that again and I break your wrist. Clear?"

"Crystal." He whimpered. 

"Avery!" Another voice called through the common room, "Will you please stop harassing the beautiful girl?" 

You let go of Avery's wrist and turned, this time to see Mulciber. 

Avery through him a sharp glance before backing away from you.

"Are you okay?" He asked, placing his hand on your shoulder and examining you closely. A little too closely. 

"Fine." You shook his hand off your shoulder once and tossed one more icy glare at Avery before ascending to your room.

You groaned wincing as you sat up slowly from your bed, your head pounded. You swore, regretting the small bottle of fire whiskey which now lay empty on your floor. 

You stood slowly, the grey of early morning dulling the colors of your dorm room. You stepped down from your bed, your warm feet cooling on the wooden floor. You glanced out of the window to your left. 

You let your mind sink into the green murky water, you watched something dart by calmly. You wished to stay there forever, watching as the kelp swayed slowly back and forth, part of you wanted to grab the closest thing and smash the glass letting yourself become part of the dark wet. 

You brushed the thought from your head dressing in silence, downing a few painkillers and, sliding on your robes before grabbing the black leather school bag which rested at the end of your bed. 

You exited the room slipping slowly down the stairs before sighing and pushing open the door, greeted by the warmth of the dungeons. You listened to footsteps echo off the walls listening to your heart pound calmly. You let your mind wander, but never too far, you kept it in chains, holding it from dark corners which you wished would fall away.

You accened a stairwell enjoying the soft hum of the changing steps and the murmurs of the portraits which surrounded you. 

You walked a few more steps before pushing open a heavy wooden door to be greeted by five pairs of eyes.

The first you locked with were a deep grey, silver almost seeming to swirl within them. Your mind filled with memories of searches and hiding, pinning and secrets, hearts thumping, blush rising. 

They left your thoughts as quickly as they flooded them. Your heart thumped its usual slow pace, no change taking place.

“Ms. Y/l/n, nice of you to show up.” McGonagall snipped glancing at a clock which read five-o-five. Five minutes late. 

“It was nice of me to show up, you should be thankful.” You spoke back, your headache seeming to remerge. 

You heard a pair of sneakers and felt a glare on you, but you refused to look down at the boys who sat at the tables in front of you. 

“You should be thankful I don't have you expelled.” She wiped.

You nodded and took a seat at one of the tables in the back, you felt the boy's eyes follow you, you could hear whispers being exchanged. 

“Well, I hope you all like paperwork because you will be organizing it for the next three hours,” McGonnagle spoke earning a groan from James who sat in front of you. She waved her wand and papers appeared on each of your desks, most were disciplinary forms. Some papers you didn't quite feel like reading and some were littered with spells and charms. You reached for your wand, only to have it ripped from your hand.

“No magic.” The woman in front of you smirked almost as if she enjoyed your pain. 

“Give me my wand back.” you hissed.

She didn't follow her orders and instead examined the wand with intense criticism, “Hawthorn?” she asked.

You replied with a curt nod. 

“Core?” 

“Dragon heartstring.” You snarled missing the feeling of its rough wood in your hand.

“Very nice.” was all the professor said before setting it gently back onto your desk. “Wand away Potter!” 

You glared at the papers in front of you, the harsh black against pure white hurting your eyes. You leaned your head down hiding your eyes in the crook of your elbow, attempting to stop the pounding of your head by cowering from the light. You slowly let yourself be immersed back into black. 

You stifled a giggle, your heart beating wildly in your chest as you clamped your hand over your mouth. You were enveloped in blackness, the only visible light was sliding through a small sliver at your feet before it spread like a bird’s wings until it stretched too thin and disappeared. 

You felt another giggle rise in your throat. You were tempted to shed the uncomfortable dress you wore, but you didn't want your mother to scold you again. You choked back laughter as footsteps grew louder dress shoes on polished granite sounding loudly in your ears. You could feel a broom handle digging into your back, your heart now thumped so loudly against your rib cage you were sure that the boy outside could hear it, and maybe he could. 

The door whipped open, blinding you with light as you let out a small shriek hiding behind your hands before peaking through them and seeing a deep, swirling grey.

You awoke with a start, your eyes met grey once again and you stifled a light shout. 

“You awake y/l/n?” Sirius asked with a small smirk.

“No.” You answered turning away from the boy. 

He chuckled a dark rich sound, “Well you might want to change that, we’ve got class in four minutes.”

“Fuck.” You mumbled turning back to him. You watched as his eyes sparkled in a godly way, his silky hair falling from behind his ear, his milky skin uninterrupted by blemishes. Your heart thumped its lazy beat, almost bored. 

“You coming?” He asked moving away from you to gather his stuff. You nodded, although you weren't quite sure where you were going.

You gather your things and trailed slowly after the boy who waited for you at the door.

“I've missed you y/l/n, we haven’t spoken in so long.” Sirius spoke and you felt as if you were finally jolted awake. 

“You did?” Your voice was filled with doubt and menace.

“Of course, we were great friends as kids, how could I not?” He smiled at you.

Something changed, your heartbeat stuttered, your breaths quickened and you felt yourself falling, so slowly, like the hero in an action movie, you just hopped cupid had just as terrible aim as the villains always did. 

You struggled to keep your eyelid’s incredible weight up. You felt your mind nod into darkness before you snapped your head back to attention, Flitwick’s high voice echoing in and out of your head. You finally gave up and let your head fall back onto your arm, your hair spilling onto the desk as you let the world disappear behind you. 

You woke in a dark cold room you recognized far too well. The echoing of heels on marble floors ringing in your ears. You could feel the dress you wore scratching the back of your neck as the large earrings poked through you snagged in your hair. You looked across the table and met the face of a tall woman, her smokey black hair pulled into such a tight bun you almost thought it would rip the skin from her scalp. Your small hands grasped a fork, you suddenly felt a sharp hiss of pain and you bit back a whimper glancing at your mother who glared at you her wand clutched under her skirt, ready to perform another act of punishment. You set down the fork you held and grasp the one to its left earning a small nod of approval. 

You glanced to your right to meet the softness of pillowing grey eyes. You felt your heart thump loudly as the small boy reached for your hand under the table, grasping it and giving it a small squeeze. You bite your tongue as false laughter surrounded you, the soft tinkle of silverware hitting china running in the cold dining hall, the chandelier above you sending an icy light through the area. 

Yet you felt warmth on your cheeks and in your hand as the boy next you held you. You wished to tell him, you hoped for him to tell you something in return, but it was secret you knew you would die with because as your mother said, you're ten years old now, you aren't children anymore. You don't have time for feelings. You have obligations to meet. 

You jolted awake groaning slightly as a sharp pain spread from your shin, you glared at the girl next to you who only returned the favor.

Suddenly a voice greeted your ears, it was sharp and high making you cringe.

"Ms. Y/l/n!" Flitwick repeated, although the first attempts to gain your attention went unheard.

"Yes, professor?" You droned.

"What is the answer?" He spoke harshly.

"Ummm," you glanced at the board in hopes of seeing some hints for the riddle you were just handed. None were found, your heart remained calm, it’s beat steady and smooth as it always was.

With slight desperation in your eyes you glanced across the room and found two storms of grey. Your eyes trailed down to his lips which moved slowly, the word they were speaking exaggerated.

"Portus." You spoke suddenly glancing at your teacher, "The answer is Portus."

Flitwick’s eyes widened slightly before narrowing suspiciously. 

Your lips twitched into a cheeky grin, challenging the professor in front of you. 

"That is correct." He spoke slowly.

Your smile widened, you glanced across to Sirius mouthing a thanks. He winked back unfazed.

You felt your heart flip as he looked your way. Its steady beat was interrupted and it was sent into a frenzy as you glanced back down at your hands, laying your head back onto your desk

The next day you awoke with the same sense of dread you seemed to hold every moment you weren't asleep.

You slowly made your way to McGonagall's room, never quite waking, eyes half-lidded.

You came to the same seat you occupied the day before and glared down at the papers in front of you.

You yawned, eyes snapping shut as your mouth widened. When your lids parted again you were met with a cheeky smile.

"Sirius." You greeted lazily.

"I think I'll sit here today." He responded setting his bag down on the opposite side of your table. 

Your heart snapped aggressively, "You can't." 

"Why not?" Sirius asked almost looking hurt, almost.

Your mind went blank, reasons evading you as your head began to ache, "There's no chair." 

"Well, I can change that." He shrugged walking to the table he had occupied the day before grasping the chair it held and dragging it noisily back to his original position.

You winced at the sharp sound the legs emitted on the classroom's floors, "Can't you pick it up?" You growled.

He rolled his eyes playfully lifting the chair above his head and walking back in front of you, "Better?" He asked before dropping in onto the ground.

"No." You pouted slightly.

Sirius' smile widened largely, "You're really cute ya' know."

Your heart leaped uncontrollably.

"You always have been, even when you were little, you were always so adorable." 

You felt your cheeks heat, your breaths becoming irregular, "Shut up." 

"Are you blushing?" He teased bringing his finger up and poking your cheek.

You swatted his hand away biting back a smile, "No."

"Are you sure?" He jeered.

"Positive." You grinned sarcastically.

You attempted to focus on sorting the papers in front of you, but it was practically impossible when you could feel Sirius' eyes boring into you.

You snapped your head upwards, "What?" 

Sirius only smiled back, "You should come to Hogsmeade with me."

"What." You repeated, eyes wide.

"Ya' know, the village with all the shops and things." He explained

"I know what Hogsmeade is you moron." You said back, heart beating irregularly.

"Yeah well you should come, James, Remus, and Peter will be there. And Lily if she gets over the whole poly juice thing." He shrugged.

Your heart slowed back to a normal pace, "What is the poly j?- you know what, I'm not even gonna ask." You cut yourself off.

"So will you come?" He asked voice inflated with hope.

You bit your lip, "I don't know, I mean Lily and I aren't exactly best buds." 

"Come on y/n/n, for me?" Sirius pouted, jutting out his bottom lip in a pitiful pout.

You ignored your heartbeat growing loud and sighed, "Fine." 

He let out a little yelp of happiness, earning a glare from McGonagall, "I swear you won’t regret it." 

"I better not." 

As you made your way to your first class your momentary happiness was interrupted by a certain brunette.

"Y/l/n!" Mulciber shouted through the halls running towards you. 

You wondered if you could make a break for it, but before you could decide his hand was on your shoulder spinning you around. 

“Yes, Mulciber?” You asked in a deflated sigh. 

“I saw you weren't at breakfast and I didn’t want you to go hungry.” He smiled holding out a blueberry muffin.

You knitted your brows in confusion reaching out for the muffin, “Umm thanks.” 

“Yeah of course.” He said back, “Do you want me to carry those?” he gestured to the books tucked under your arm. 

“Sure.” You shrugged passing him the books and beginning to nibble on the baked good he brought you. 

“Where are you headed?” he asked trailing behind you as you began to walk down the corridor.

“I’ve got Herbology. You don't have to follow me all the way down to the greenhouses though.” You glanced back over your shoulder eyes narrowed, you were still suspicious of the boy’s actions. 

“It's no problem.” He smiled happily catching up to you. 

You suddenly stopped in your tracks causing the boy to come to a skidding halt, “Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?” you asked, never one to beat around the bush; your mother always told you it was a sign of weakness to be indirect anyway. 

His face grew a bit red, “Umm, I just, ya know.” 

“I don't know.” You cut in.

“I just think your kinda cute and I don't know, I thought maybe you might finally start paying attention to me.” He spoke scratching the back of his neck, his golden eyes refused to meet yours. 

“You’re lying.” You smirked. “I'm not an idiot Mulciber, I don't know what you’re playing at, but I will find out and you will regret it, you can be sure of that.” 

The boy’s eyes widened he opened his mouth to speak but before he could you had snatched your books back from him and dropped the muffin to the ground, stepping on it as you continue your way to class. 

As the week continued getting out of bed seemed to get easier. Your eyelids lost some of the pounds they seemed to be carrying and your heartbeat never felt the same. It jumped unpredictably, sped to inhuman rates and stopped abruptly. Your thoughts filled with those of black hair and leather jackets. The smell of fresh pine and chocolate clouded your dreams, grey eyes were all that you could see. You wished you had disregarded the schoolgirl crush you had for the eldest Black brother but it only seemed to grow stronger and stronger, from infatuation to true feelings. 

You went to Hogsmeade, despite everything in your body telling you not to, and it wasn't half as bad as you predicted. Lily was shooting you glares - no doubt because of what you did to her dear friend and darling Marlen Mckinnon - but no one else seemed to have a problem with you, although Peter seemed a bit scared of you. 

By the end of the month, you began to look forward to your detention. You got just about nothing done but the conversations with Sirius were endless. You reminisced over the awful dress robes his mother insisted he wore and argued over which quidditch team was superior. You laughed more than you had in far too long. You suddenly felt alive again. It was as if the boy you now fantasized about had finally showed you what existing was for. 

You felt the dew soaking through your robes as it numbed your toes and wet your hands as your fingers danced in the grass. You heard a slight grunt as Sirius plopped into the green beside you, your shoulders brushing as your heartbeat sped. You tore your gaze from the boy beside you and glanced up at the sky.

A small gasp left your mouth as you stared up at the stars in awe. Your lips stayed parted as your eyes traced the heavenly body above you. You just stared. You might have laid there for a minute, for ten, for an hour, you didn't know and you didn't care. You could have stayed, sprawled in that field for the rest of your life as you stared into the stars, tracing the constellations, disappearing into the universe above you. 

“It’s beautiful.” You sighed out in a dreamy haze.

“Not as beautiful as you are.” Sirius commented causing your cheeks to flush as you turned your head to meet his gaze.

“That was a really cheesy line Black.” You smirked, “You sound like you're in some terrible rom-com.”

“You make me feel like I’m in some terrible rom-com.” He sighed, staring at you in a way you couldn't quite comprehend. 

“That was just as bad.” You giggled. 

Sirius disregarded you comment leaning close to you, you could feel your heart pumping uncontrollably. “Can I kiss you?” He whispered, his breath fanning directly over your nose. 

You nodded slowly and without another warning, his lips were on yours. They brushed your own hesitantly as his hands found your waist. You felt your hands creep up to his hair tugging on it lightly. Sirius released a small moan and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue past his lips as you tasted butterbeer and mint. 

You broke away blushing harshly, your lips swollen, light gasps pulling from you. 

“I think I might be in love with you,” You whispered scared if you raised your voice anymore you would break the spell the two of you had been placed under. 

Sirius only stared back a you and reconnected your lips. 

The next morning you woke with a smile for the first time in ages. You practically leaped out of bed dressing quietly.

“You look dazzling today as usual y/n.” Sirius winked when you arrived at the classroom

“Only for you.” You respond as your heart stuttered in your chest. 

The hours passed in haze and you soon departed to potions. On your way, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned on see Avery who had been becoming slowly more and more kind over the past few weeks. 

“Avery. How are you?” You asked continuing to your class. 

“I'm alright.” He shrugged “How about you?” 

“I’m great.” You smiled as the two of you continued to potions. 

Once seated in the class you made a decent effort to pay attention to what Slughorn was speaking about but you couldn't seem to focus on anything, your mind wandered to the texture of Sirius’s lips, the taste he held, the way his hands felt on your waist. 

You glanced to were Avery was seated, seeing a numbered sheet of paper and catching a glimpse of your name at the bottom before it was torn from your view. 

“What is that Avery?” You asked him quietly.

“What was what?” He responded.

“Don't play dumb with me, I am not an idiot.” You hissed, your hand gripping his arm harshly. 

He whimpered sliding the paper over to you hesitantly. 

You opened the parchment your eyes scanning the list of names, but seeing yours on there wasn't what hurt. When you saw another's scrawled at the top your heart stopped. 

“No.” You whimpered, your throat tightening as your world spun. 

You stood abruptly, knocking your knees on the desk in front of you, moving the things on it, one jar falling to the ground and shattering. 

“Ms. y/l/n?” Slughorn asked hesitantly, the entire class watched you in a mixture of fear and curiosity. 

A wrecked sob left your lips tearing from your throat as your eyes welled with tears, “No!” You shrieked a sharp noise that made those around you wince. You darted from the classroom without another word, collapsing into sobs before you could even reach your common room. Your head began to throb as cries tore from your mouth, you could taste salt as you sunk to the ground. 

You slowly regain your footing and stubbled up the stairs, sobs still echoing around you, your throat becoming raw. 

Just as you reached the corridor you were looking for classes were released and students flooded the hallways, you didn't bother with anyone, not caring about one pair of eyes on you. 

When you saw him your heart halted altogether. He was a masterpiece, his hair shining in the light as his teeth flashed a dazzling white. You wanted to tear him open, rip him to shreds.

His gaze met yours and softened. You didn't speak a word to him, snatching his wrist and dragging him away, you didn't pay any mind to his protests as you dragged him into an empty classroom and slammed the door behind you. 

“Y/n/n wh-”

“Thirty points.” You choked out. “I’m worth thirty points.” 

His eyes widened mouth falling open to speak. 

“I’m impressed, Black.” You laughed darkly tears spilling down your cheeks like hot raindrops. “I truly am, you managed to trick me, you managed to seduce the cold-hearted bitch of a Slytherin right?” 

“Y/n, I don't know what to say.” He spoke slowly. 

“Say you love me.” You hiccupped.

“You know I can't do that.” He said as you bit your bottom lip in attempts to keep it from quivering. 

“Then get away from me.” You spat like venom.

He turned and left without another word and you collapsed to the ground, your nails digging into your wrist. 

You lay on the ground for hours, silent tears spilling down your cheeks, wishing your heartbeat would stop forever.  

Part 2

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Remember The Time

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pairing - TASM!peter parker x fem!reader

type - angst

note / request - thank you to @arkofblake and @myalupinblack for giving me this idea. yall are awesome. “tasm!peter x fem!reader based on your favorite song aka san francisco by ross and rocky lynch😏”

summary - peter reminisces about you two after three months apart

warnings / includes - language, fighting and crying, alcohol consumption, talk about death, kissing. very sad and mostly made up of memories. i won’t put the lyrics on the fic but pls listen to the song this fic is based on. it’s called San Francisco by the driver era.

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*gif isn’t mine*

Peter never had a bad bone in his body. Even when he got his heart broken by the woman of his dreams. He blamed himself for how it ended.

She gave him an ultimatum. One that he knew what the choice was. But evidently, he chose the wrong one.

She told him to choose her or his super-hero life. He knew he should’ve chose her. He wanted to. He needed her to survive. It had been three months since they split. Although his friends told him he should be over it by now, he wasn’t. He knew he would feel like this for as long as he lived.

He didn’t know why he chose his vigilante life instead of her. She was the woman every man dreamed of being with. She didn’t have a bad bone in her body, either. But man, was she stubborn.

When they were kids, he would sneak up to her room after a long night of fighting. She would never let Peter leave her house until he was cleaned up, had a full stomach, and got some sleep. She was the best person for him. And he let her go.

“You’re throwing away six years of us for this super-hero shit that won’t last for another two years?” Y/n scoffed.

“That “super-hero shit” is important to me. Why can’t you see that?” He argued.

“It’s not safe, Peter. I want kids someday. I can’t be married to someone who will put my children’s life danger.”

“I’ll keep them safe, I promise. I’ll do everything I can to protect you and them.”

“You can’t promise that. There are some seriously evil people out there, Peter. You’re putting your life in danger just by swinging around. Why are you doing this to yourself?”

“Because I love it. I love saving people. I love saving the world. I have these powers for a reason. W-What good is it if I don’t use them?”

“You can still use them!”

“Oh, yeah? How?”

“Just by doing small things. Like catching robbers and murderers. Not people like Conners and Electro!”

“Who else will save everyone, then?”

Y/n sighed and rubbed her temples. “It’s not your job, Pete.”

“It is. I —”

“No. You made it your job.” She walked over to him, taking his hands into hers and looking at him lovingly. “Look, I love that you do this. I love that you want to be a hero, and you are. But we’re older now. So much older. I want to settle down with you, have kids, and be safe. I don’t want to be afraid every time I leave the kids to go to work, or when I drop them off at school.”

“We can have both,” he begged. “I can find a way.”

“And what if that doesn’t work?” She asked. He sighed, “I-I don’t know then.”

“It’s either me or Spider-Man, Peter. Spider-Man won’t last, but I will. We can build a life together, while there’s going to be a new super-hero in a few years. Someone younger to be a super-hero.”

He shook his head. “I-I can’t choose, Y/n.”

She glared at him and pulled her hands out of his. “Fine. You obviously want this super-hero fantasy more than me.” She stomped over to the bedroom and started to throw her clothes into a suitcase.

“Y/n! C’mon, don’t be like this.” He walked into their bedroom.

“Like what? Thinking about the future realistically? I want you to do the things you love, but not when it puts our family in danger,” she explained.

“I’m telling you we can have both!” He laughed. “World doesn’t work that way, Peter, and you know it,” she stated.

“You’re really gonna give up?” He scoffed. “I’m not giving up,” she argued.

“You are. At least I’m trying to compromise.”

“For once I don’t want to compromise! I was fine with the whole super-hero thing when we were younger, but now it’s getting harder and harder each day to watch you out there. You’re getting older, Peter. Everything is becoming more dangerous. I don’t want to wake up one morning to find you dead on the news.”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” He questioned. “I won’t die.”

“How can you know that?” She whipped around to face him, tears streaming down her face. “You-You don’t know that, Peter. I can’t wake up and find you dead one day.”

“So you’re going to walk out instead?” He scoffed.

“If it means I don’t have to wait up for you each night and worry about you getting killed, then yes.” She walked to their bathroom and put her toiletries in a plastic bag. She walked back to her suitcase and zipped it up.

Peter couldn’t believe it. He knew he had to try and fix it. He couldn’t let her walk away.

“Baby, please. Don’t be brash. Let’s just cool off and talk about this.”

“I’m done,” she stated. “Bye, Peter.”

Tears clouded his eyes as he watched her leave.

“Y/n! I love you!” He cried out. She turned her head, sniffling as she spoke. “I love you more.”

And that was the last time he saw her. He tried to search for her everywhere. He needed to know where she was, to know she was safe. She seemed to be keeping her life private, though. She was good at that.

Now he laid in his bed, clinging to the jacket he left staring at the pictures of the two of the them on the wall and the nightstand. He didn’t even lay in her side of the bed. He kept it clean and perfect as if she were still staying there.

He spent his days making up scenarios of how to win her back, and spent the night reminiscing about their relationship. Y/n and Peter were beginning to have problems long before the fight. It was a year of pain for both of them. The two fought about the most minuscule things.

“We can’t live in New York forever, Pete,” Y/n sighed.

“Why not? All our friends are here,” he said.

“Because I hate this small apartment and I hate all the noise. I hate taking subways and having fights with the landlord. I want to have a real house, Peter. One with multiple bathrooms, a basement, a big kitchen! Is that too much to ask for?” She questioned.

“We can’t afford all of that,” Peter frowned. “Then get a job!” She griped.

“I do have a job!” He started to raised his voice.

“Not one that makes money. You don’t get money from being a super-hero, which I respect that you do, but it’s not practical. You’re on your own now, you don’t live with May anymore. You have to pay rent, pay for food and gas, and pay for clothes,” she stated.

He groaned in frustration. He knew she was right, but he wasn’t about to let her take away his dream all because she wanted a bigger home.

“I don’t want to be working somewhere where I’m miserable,” he said.

“That’s not how life works, Peter,” she scoffed. “You think I’m happy? I work under a crazy woman with incompetent people. I call myself a journalist? Ha! I’m barely that.”

“You could’ve went for your dream!” He exclaimed.

“I couldn’t! I had bills to pay and mouths to feed. I couldn’t just take off years at college to become a singer, Peter.”

“Stop pretending that you had to do everything. You were the one who chose everyone over your dream. You did this to yourself!” He regretted what he said the minute the words left his mouth. The look on her face was one he’d never forget.

She didn’t look angry. She wasn’t anymore. She was sad now. Heartbroken and offended and horrified. She slammed her water glass on the table, leaving it shattered. She picked up the bills and threw them in his face.

“Fine. I’ll just choose myself over everyone. Over you. See how you like being alone and broke.” She stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.

If only he knew their time was short together, he would have never said those things. They weren’t even true. Peter knew she had no choice of how her life turned out. If Peter could take back what he said, he would. He would do it all over again if he could.

He tried to remember the last time they were happy. Truly happy with each other, with themselves, with their life.

It was two summers ago when Peter took Y/n on a birthday trip to Italy, somewhere where she always wanted to go. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. She was so happy at that time. Every day she woke up with a smile, and every night she slept with one on her face. And Peter woke up each morning knowing that he had his girl by his side and slept soundly each night knowing nothing could be more perfect than a life with her.

That was the last time they were truly happy.

“Thank you for taking me on this trip,” she whispered.

���Of course. Anything for you,” he hummed.

The two were cuddling on the bed of their hotel, wrapped in the blanket and in each other’s arms. Y/n had her head on his chest while he held her bare body close to him. He traced patterns onto her back while she lazily massaged his scalp.

The balcony doors were open and the sun set was shining into the room. The warm, salty air wafted into their apartment, making it perfect.

“I love you, Peter.” She lifted her head to peer up at him.

He smiled and blushed. Even with four years of being together, her saying those three words made him flustered. “I love you, darling.”

She cupped his face and brought their noses close together. She pecked his lips and said, “I love you more than anything. I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone as much as you.”

He grinned and softly kissed her lips. “I love you. I’m so lucky to have you. Nothing will come between us, my love. Nothing.”

Oh, how he wished those words were true.

Peter looked at the picture of Y/n on his nightstand. He sat up on his elbow, taking the picture in his hands. He removed it from the frame, laying back down and holding the picture right up to his face.

This was his favorite picture of her. He’d taken it with his camera. She was in her pjs and eating dinner. Her makeup was rubbing off from the day’s work and she looked exhausted. But she looked happy. Anyone could tell by one look in her eyes that she was happy with her life. With the path, she had chosen, with the man she had chosen.

It was funny how happy things never seemed to last.

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Modern Art

tasm!peter x fem!reader

summary: inspired by Reckless by Madison Beer and All Too Well. Angst because all of us have pain kink (yes I'm looking at you.) requested by @buckyjbarneswhore | masterlist

Peter had fallen in love with you even before asking you out. It wasn't much of a surprise, that boy was always a hopeless romantic.

He loved the way you laughed, loved how he made you laugh. He loved how you hummed the songs he never understood, your voice, your kindness, how you doodled nonsense on his papers, how you hugged Aunt May whenever you saw her — he loved anything and everything about you.

Then one day, he went to Oscorp. You knew he saw something there, but he wasn't keen on saying what it was.

That was the first secret he hid from you.

You thought you were imagining things. Sure, he didn't spend much time with you anymore, but he was busy. You told yourself he was busy even though the two of you had the same classes and the same workload.

You ignored the feeling at the back of your head, the one that told you to be careful.

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"Hey, we're going to a party tonight. Wanna come?" Aimee asked, smiling wide. "Trick question. You have to."

"Then I guess I'll be there." You returned a smile, knowing you didn't need much persuasion anyway. You didn't have much work and anything's better than sitting around doing nothing.

"I need to do a beer count. Is Peter going to be there?" she asked, taking out the little pink notebook she carried around. You had gifted it to her on her birthday and she hasn't parted with it since.

"He's uh, busy." You were suddenly interested in the book in front of you.

"Oh man, you're dating Peter Parker?" One of your other friends, Mark, looked up from whatever he was reading.

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason. He's a chill dude. Saw him yesterday. He bought me coffee at Helsey's after I was drunk off my ass," Mark said, laughing. "Owes me skateboard lessons too."

"Wait, wait," you sat up straighter. "Helsey's cafe is near your house."

"Of course it is."

"Your house is nowhere near the public library."

"Okay...?"

"Peter said he was at the library," you said, sounding worried. "He said he had a personal project or something."

"Why would he lie?" Aimee asked, closing the pink notebook.

"C'mon guys, you're overthinking this," Mark interrupted swiftly. "In fact, I'm pretty sure his friend mentioned something about going to the library too!"

"His friend? He was with someone?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah, Gwen Stacy."

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"I'm thinking we should go to that little restaurant they opened up?" Peter asked, handing over the flowers he had hurriedly bought on his way over. "Sort of as an apology for my absence the whole week?"

"I'm not feeling good. I'd rather stay inside," you said, hoping you sounded normal. You put the flowers in an empty vase and threw the bag into the bed, then opened your laptop.

Peter frowned. He had off days too, when he wanted nothing more than to disconnect from the entire world for a while, but your demeanor said something was wrong.

You running through whatever you're looking for on the laptop and ignoring your boyfriend standing awkwardly near the door was the closest thing you had done to giving him the cold shoulder.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked, sitting down on your bed.

You laughed forcefully. "Don't be ridiculous, Peter. Why would I be mad at you?"

"I mean, if you are- that's totally justified. I know I wasn't the most attentive guy last week. I blame it on my project—"

"Speaking of," you interrupted cheerfully, slamming the laptop shut and turning to him. "What's this project about?"

He was taken back. "Uhm, arachnology."

"Arachnology?"

"Yes?"

"That sounds like a question."

"I mean, yes. Definitely," he said, nodding. "I'm researching on arachnology. Why the sudden interest?"

"I feel bad for not knowing what's going on in your life." You replied, waving it off.

You had hoped he was a better liar, just so you could comfort yourself that it was all okay like your rose-colored glasses made it out to be. Apparently not.

"I appreciate that." Peter held your gaze, both of you knowing there was something more. Something he wasn't saying.

"Are you doing the research with Gwen Stacy?" The question had slipped off your mouth before you could think about it. He seemed even more surprised.

"Why would I study spiders with Gwen?" he laughed, not meeting your eyes.

The way her name fell from his lips said he knew her, and the affection behind it said he was fond of her. You bit down your lips and told yourself that you were being crazy. Friends care for each other, and you needn't worry about that.

If there was something going on, Peter's not the type to hide it. Then again, you thought he wasn't the type to lie at all, but isn't that what he just did?

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The story wrote itself from there. So now here you are, alone at your birthday party, having everyone around you but him. You were pretty sure he had forgotten about it altogether.

When everyone left for home, you went to your room and swallowed the resentment. It felt like a statement on his part. He used to write little notes for you during class, with small lines that made you smile even though they were sappy. He said he'll never hurt you, but here you are, close to tears on your own birthday.

There was a knock on the window.

You didn't need to turn to know it was him.

"Hey, I got us pizzas!" he said energetically, then noticed your red gown, the slumped shoulders, the irregular breaths. "Y/N...?"

You turned around, wiping the first tear that had shamelessly slid down your face. The last thing you wanted to do was look broken in front of the man who broke you.

He took in your makeup, or rather the smudged edges of it. You looked so utterly strong yet cautious, as if you had just built a brick wall over your emotions.

"Oh!" he connected the dots, leaving the pizza on the bedside. "Your birthday- holy shit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry—"

"Where were you?" you asked calmly.

He blanked. What was he supposed to say now? That he was so consumed with a bogus research that he forgot his girlfriend's birthday? Or the truth? Both would hurt the same.

"Gwen Stacy," you said the name slowly. "Why did you tell me you don't know her?"

He took a deep breath in. "I didn't say that. I just didn't tell you she was just doing the research with me—"

"If that was the case, why did you lie?"

"I thought you wouldn't understand! If I told you I had something super important to research with another girl, especially my childhood crush, don't tell me you wouldn't have gotten jealous!"

"Fuck you, Parker," your voice rose louder. "You know I'm not that type of overprotective partner. You know you could have just told me. But you didn't. Why?"

"There's a lot of compli—"

"Why?" The word ricocheted off the walls, making Peter almost take a step back.

"Did you cheat on me?" you whispered, biting down your lips so you wouldn't yell again.

"No," he shook his head far too quickly. Yet he looked guilty. You quickly connected the dots.

"Are you in love with her anyway?"

Peter's face fell. "I didn't plan to."

Tears freely started to fall now, but you didn't care. You took a deep breath in.

"You could have told me that from the start."

"I love her now but I loved you first," he said defensively. "I did. But then I was spending more time with Gwen and somewhere along the way, it just happened. I never wanted to hurt you, but would you really blame me for loving someone?"

"You're honestly asking me that?" you asked, your voice shaking. "All I did was love someone and where did that get me?"

"You don't understand—"

"What the fuck don't I understand?"

"I'm Spiderman!" He interrupted, raising his hands in surrender. He began rambling even without seeing your reaction. "Gwen works at Oscorp. She helped me. I knew you wouldn't have approved if I told you I was fighting for my life everyday. Not like she does."

You understood why he was saying that. Peter Parker was in his core, nothing if not kind. He didn't want to deal with how he hurt someone, so he threw a half-assed excuse at your face, hoping you'd agree and let him go. He didn't need your pain on his conscience so he resorted to wallowing through excuses.

Steady breaths, that's what he used to say when you were having a bad day. Steady breaths and a steady mind. Can't be all bad, right? I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere.

Despite everything, you smiled. Steady breaths it is.

"I knew you were Spiderman, I knew it from the start," you said, almost amused.

He blinked, surprised yet again. Maybe he was more stupid than he gave himself credit for. After all, you were his girlfriend. If there was someone in the world who could figure it out, who else would it be if not you?

"You wouldn't have loved me anymore," he finished his ranting, desperately hopeless. "No matter what you say now, you wouldn't have!"

"I would have loved you any way you wanted me to."

He opened his mouth to say something, closed it again, realizing he had just run out of excuses. Nothing to give, nothing that you'll ever trust again.

"I'm sorry," he said, genuinely meaning it. "I'm so fucking sorry that I hurt you. You are a good person and—"

"Get out."

"Let me just-"

"Get the hell out!" you pointed to the window.

He didn't want to cause any more of a mess, so he did as you asked, though hesitant as ever.

And as he climbed that window down one last time, you looked at the vase in the corner, the one which had the flowers he bought for you; all of them completely wilted now.

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Moral of the Story (TASM!Peter x Reader) (Part 3)

Summary: You and Peter become closer, but at what cost?

A/N: ive had like zero time to write UGH sorry is this chapter is underwhelming </3 i'm trying my hardest. the story should progress faster soon

Word count: ~950

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"He.. what?" you asked.

"Gwen told him." He replied.

You felt your soul liquify and pour out onto the floor, your face growing increasingly hot until you just couldn't keep it in anymore. You started sobbing in front of Harry.

Harry just stared at you. He was uncomfortable. You didn't know what to do to break the tension.

"I shouldn't have told you" Harry mumbled.

You immediately interjected through tears a strict "No."

Sniffling a bit, you added "I'm glad you told me."

It felt like being punched in the gut and getting your arteries shredded within you; x50. You invited Harry to step back into the newspaper room and put everything aside for a bit. Your eyes were still puffy and your voice still broken.

As soon as you stepped in, Peter gave you a stare. He didn't react after noticing your pained physique. Instead, he looked at Harry, and swiftly pulled out his phone.

He knew you knew he knew.

You grabbed your stuff from beside Peter and sat next to Harry. Peter didn't look at you. He aggressively started typing on his phone. Harry's phone was face down on the table between you two. You felt the vibration of his phone getting a notification once, then twice. He opened the texts he received. You discreetly looked over at his phone. They were from Peter.

Peter:

you told her didnt you

why the fuck would you tell her

You reopened the document you were typing an article on and began clicking your keys again. You choked out a silent sob, your eyes materializing a new wave of tears. You looked back at Harry. He looked like he was about to fall apart. You wanted to throw up. You wanted to fall through the floor and decompose. Peter was upset at his best friend and it was all your fault. Harry was still on his phone. You peered over.

Harry:

What's wrong with it?? I wasn't just going to let her get her feelings hurt.

You liked that Harry was looking out for you, but not at the expense of Peter. You also hated that Peter seemed to be blaming Harry. This was all your fault. Your fault for even having a crush on Peter in the first place. Your fault for telling Harry. What were you thinking? He was so out of reach. You kept typing and didn't look at Harry's phone again. You cried. Your head felt like it was about to shatter into a million pieces. You couldn't take it anymore.

It had only been less than 3 hours since the workshop started, but you decided to close your laptop, pack your stuff, and leave. Harry gave you a comforting look and told you bye, Peter made eye contact with you as you walked out and sluggishly waved his hand.

You walked around Queens for a bit before hopping on the subway to go home. Your parents started working weekends recently to save up for your college tuition, so you'd be alone once you got home.

You got home, poured yourself a cup of lemonade from the pitcher in the fridge and went to your room. You downed the cup in less than ten seconds and set it on your nightstand. You didn't want to put up. You were mentally exhausted.

You laid down on your bed and stared at the ceiling. The air was overbearingly heavy. You wondered how things would be right now had Peter not found out you liked him. It hasn't even been that long since you realized you had a crush on him. This wasn't fair. You'd be satisfied even just being his friend, but now any chance of that happening was ruined for you.

Peter was slipping though your fingers and it was all. your. fault. You let the entire day melt away wallowing in your bed.

Both of your parents came home around 9. You pretended to be asleep. And you did the same thing on Sunday too. Zero productivity.

Monday came around and you dreadfully awoke, Peter being the first thing on your mind. You didn't want to see him again. You would have to though, you had to make things right with him and apologize for, well, liking him.

You arrived at school almost being late. You didn't look at Gwen at all. You acted like she was invisible. While your teacher lectured your class, you planned out your day. You'd go to the newspaper room during lunch. You wanted to avoid Peter and that seemed like the best way to do that.

And so you did. You got a lunch from the cafeteria and brought it to the newspaper room. As you walked through the hallway, the sour memories plagued your mind. You shook the thoughts away.

You walked into the newspaper room, expected to be greeted by the yearbook teacher's empty computer. Instead, you were greeted by Peter. The two of you stared at each other. You didn't know what to do.

"Hey, Peter."

"(Y/N)?"

Butterflies flittered around in your stomach.

"Can I talk to you about something? it's kind of important?" you asked, urgently wanting to explain everything that happened.

"Sure, when?"

"Right now?" you asked, tensely.

"No," Peter said.

"Oh, okay. Just let me know if you need anything." So many thoughts ran through your head. Why'd he say no? You had all the time in the world. When would you be able to tell him? Everything was becoming so complicated you just wanted to cry.

You stepped out of the room and sat on the same bench you sat on when Harry gave you the news. A wave of nausea shot through you.