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itsapeterthing · 3 years

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maybe peter distancing himself from y/n because he thinks he'll danger her because of spiderman but y/n just thinks she did smthn wrong to make peter dislike her, extra extra angsty with a happy ending 💕💕

Distance Between Us || Peter Parker

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word count: 2.7k

warnings: accusations of cheating

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“I feel terrible about it, Ned.” Peter confessed to his friend, his chin in his hand as he watched you sit on the other side of the library. “This sucks.”

“You could always tell her about it.” Ned suggested. “I don’t think it’d be as bad-”

“Are you kidding me?” Peter cut off his friend. “I- I can’t tell her about it! If I tell her she might break up with me or something.”

“Peter,” Ned said, nudging his head in your direction. “If you keep avoiding her then she’ll definitely break up with you. Just tell her, man.”

Deep down Peter knew that Ned was right.

Being a superhero was far from easy, not only in trying to keep yourself alive to fight another day against the universe’s deadliest adversaries, but also in the way it affected life outside of heroic duties- including Peter’s love life.

About a month ago, while fighting a particularly difficult opponent, they had told Peter that they knew his identity, even going as far to say that if Peter were to find himself messing with their affairs again, that they wouldn’t hesitate to come after the people Peter cared about most- including his girlfriend.

This was shocking to Peter because even you didn’t know he was Spider-Man. He had kept it from you in hopes that it would lighten your load and make your life easier, but all it did was leave you defenseless. Rather than immediately confessing his identity to you after that interaction, however, Peter decided that the best decision would be to separate himself from you in hopes that maybe it would keep his opponent off your trail.

Peter lost too many people already. If saving you meant not being around you as much as he’d like to be then so be it.

Despite the best of Peter’s intentions, though, your boyfriend pulling away and becoming distant only left you feeling hurt, confused and alone.

“Hey,” Betty greeted you, pulling up a chair at your table.

Finally tearing your eyes from your boyfriend who sat on the other side of the room with his friend, you looked up at Betty with a sad smile.

“Hey Bett-“

“Not to be nosy or anything,” Betty began, setting her laptop on the table before nudging her head to where Peter and Ned sat. “But what’s up with you and Peter?”

Although you had noticed the shift in your relationship, there were times when you thought you may have been imagining the whole thing so it was both a relief and an unwelcome reminder that you weren’t the only one who felt Peter begin to stray.

“What do you mean?” You asked, playing dumb.

Glancing between Peter and you, she shrugged.

“I don’t know, I just don’t see you two together anymore.” Betty confessed. “Not that I watch you guys or anything because that would be totally weird, but even when I asked Ned about it he said that nothing was wrong and we both know Ned’s an awful liar.”

Suddenly you felt sick knowing that Ned knew more about what was going on in your relationship than you did.

This time when you glanced at where the two boys were sat, your eyes met Peter’s. When you threw him a soft smile, hoping to receive some semblance of an understanding in return, you felt your heart sink to your stomach when he only adverted his gaze and continued on his conversation with Ned.

“I don’t know.” You sighed, looking up at Betty. “He says that nothing’s wrong but he doesn’t want to hang out in person anymore and even when he does text me its like maybe three texts a day. I don’t know what I did.”

Without even realizing it, tears began to pool in your eyes as you sniffled and continued venting to your friend.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore.” You said, choking on a sob. “I have no idea what he’s doing or where his head’s at and I just feel like he wants absolutely nothing to do with me. I keep trying to think of something I did, but there’s nothing, Betty. I just don’t know what to do.”

Soon you felt your friend’s arms wrap around you, her hand running up and down your arm as you couldn’t help yourself from crying over the predicament you found yourself in. Even if it didn’t end the way you would like- all you wanted were some answers and with Peter avoiding you like the plague that didn’t seem like that would ever be the case. You felt as though you would never understand and just have to go on with your life knowing that your boyfriend just decided he no longer cared about you one day.

Across the library, Peter looked up as he felt Ned rapidly tapping his arm and when he did, he was met with the sight of Betty’s arm wrapped around you, guiding you out of the library.

“S-shit.” Peter cursed, pushing himself out of his seat as the door to the library shut behind the both of you.

Leaving everything of his at the table, Peter rushed towards the door of the library, only slowing to a “speed walk” when the librarian yelled at him to slow down. Flinging the doors of the library open, Peter ran into the hallway, looking in both directions, guessing where you and Betty had escaped to.

When his senses picked up the sound of you sniffling from the nearby bathroom, he felt his heart sink in his chest and made his way towards the women’s bathroom.

“Y/n?” Peter called, knocking on the door.

Rather than your voice, he heard Betty’s through the door.

“She’s not in here!”

Peter sighed before rapping on the door once again.

“Yes she is.” Peter argued. “I- I saw you guys come in here.”

“Oh so now you care?” Betty asked. “She doesn't want to see you, Peter.”

Peter thought that he had known guilt, but when he realized that you were not only upset, but upset at him… he wished he could take back all the times he had dodged you in the hallway or sent you half-assed texts the past month. He knew a part of him should have smartened up and realized that you would recognize and be affected by his actions, but he was so blinded by fear that it rarely crossed his mind.

Now he knew he had to clean up the mess he had made.

“Okay.” Peter conceded, leaning against the closed door. “Can you at least tell her that I’m sorry?”

After a moment of silence, Betty replied.

“And?”

“And I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to her.” Peter continued. “And if you just let me inside to talk to her then I’ll explain everything.”

As you sat on the counter in the bathroom, you watched as Betty turned towards you, asking wordlessly what you wanted her to do next. Though you were embarrassed by making such a scene in the library that even your boyfriend who had been determined to avoid you noticed, you had to admit that what mattered most to you was getting answers and finally digging yourself out of the whole you had fallen into.

“It’s okay, Betty.” You told her, wiping tears from your cheeks. “You can let him in.”

“You sure?” She asked.

“I’m sure.”

Only nodding her head and shining a sympathetic smile in your direction, Betty then turned towards the door and pulled it open harshly- Peter who had been leaning on it falling to the tiled floor of the women’s bathroom as she did.

As he scrambled to his feet, Betty only walked past him, slamming the door shut behind her.

“What do you want, Peter?” You asked as you crossed your arms and sniffled.

Gazing at your tearstained face, Peter swore he felt his heart shatter in his chest, knowing that he was the cause of your suffering- a pain that could’ve so easily been avoided had he just allowed his brain to take the lead rather than his fear.

“I just wanted to explain, Y/n.” Peter began, playing with the hem of his sweatshirt. “I don’t want you to think that it’s your fault.”

This was it. These were the words you had always feared Peter would say to you and you were living in the midst of them now. It felt as though all the nights he had promised that he would never leave you were just some twisted joke and all you could hear were those empty promises playing on a loop inside your head, knowing the words that you were about to hear next.

“Peter if you’re going to break up with me,” You said, shaking your head. “Then just do it already. I think you’ve dragged it on long enough.”

Though you had prepared yourself for the end, you hadn't prepared yourself to see Peter’s confused and horrified face staring back at you.

“What?”

Peter couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. He couldn’t possibly fathom how you believed that he would ever break up with you.

“Just do it, Peter.” You said. “Just break up with me or tell me who the girl is or whatever- but please just stop leaving me in the dark.”

“You... you think I cheated on you?” Peter asked in shock.

“I mean what else could it be, Peter?” You asked, throwing your hands in the air. “You’ve been so secretive. Never mind how much you’ve been avoiding me. I don’t know what to think anymore.”

Not being able to help himself, Peter strode across the bathroom over to the counter where you stood and rested his hands on either of your arms, looking you in the eyes.

“I would never cheat on you.” Peter said seriously. “I- I know I’ve been secretive but it’s something else-”

“What, Peter?” You asked, losing your patience. “Just tell me.”

Peter found himself unable to speak, his breath catching in his throat and every word he had ever learned slipping from his mind. He was stuck. He was stuck in the same position that he had been dozens of times before- telling himself that he was ready- that this was finally the day he would confess his true identity to you and open up about everything that he had been hiding, but just like every other time he found himself stuck and unable to confess to his crimes.

“I…” Peter said. “It’s complicated.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that left your throat. It was humorless, dry and lacked affection in every sense of the word.

“Great.” You said, shrugging off his hands and hopping of the counter. “Of course it is, Peter. You know, I would’ve thought after years of being together that you’d have more respect for me... but I guess not.”

Peter watched overwrought as you picked your backpack off of the floor, slipping its straps over your shoulders before heading towards the door.

He couldn't let you go. Not this time. Not without the truth. If you wanted to leave him after then so be it, but he couldn’t bare the idea of you walking out that door and thinking he had anything but love in his heart for you.

“Wait-”

Peter pleaded, but you had enough. Shaking your head, you reached for the door handle.

“I’m tired of waiting, Peter.”

His heart racing so fast Peter was sure it would beat through his chest, he frantically searched the room trying to find any reason or way to make you stay, and that’s when it hit him.

Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Just as you were about to pull the door open, you heard the sound of something being flung and the next second, the door stuck in its place, refusing to move with your efforts.

Looking up, you saw a large web holding the door shut and felt your heart stop.

Whipping around, you saw Peter standing under the flickering, fluorescent lighting of the bathroom, his arm raised and a web shooter sticking out of the sleeve of his shirt.

It couldn’t be. As much as you loved and admired your boyfriend and thought the world of him, you really couldn’t believe it.

“Peter...”

Your mouth agape and eyes blown wide, you were completely and utterly shocked.

Dropping his arm to his side, Peter rushed to your side and gripped either of your arms just as he did moments before.

“I know this is... it’s a lot.” Peter chuckled dryly, attempting to make light of the situation. “But I uh... I think you can guess why I’ve been so secretive.”

Suddenly it all clicked- the leaving early from date nights and parties, the having to cancel plans after school, the bruises he showed up with the next day- he was Spider-man. You should have known your boyfriend would have never cheated on you, but also the farthest thing from your mind was that Peter was a crime-fighting superhero.

“You’re Spider-man?” You whisper shouted, pulling on your boyfriend’s sweatshirt. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Woah!” Peter exclaimed pulling your hands from his sweatshirt and holding them in his. “I’m sorry. I was just scared to tell you and thought... ya know... that it would make your life a little easier.”

You only stared at him blankly.

“You thought I wouldn’t want to know that my boyfriend was a literal superhero?”

“Well…” Peter said, scratching the back of his neck. “And to um… to protect you.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

Peter took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, recalling the whole reason the two of you found yourselves in this predicament.

“This stuff- it’s dangerous, Y/n.” Peter said squeezing your hands. “About a month ago-”

“When you started being distant?”

“Yeah,” He replied before continuing. “About a month ago I went after this group of ya know- pretty bad guys- and they really messed me up, but before they knocked me out they told me that if I kept messing with them then... then they’d hurt the people I care about.”

You watched as the tone in Peter’s voice shifted, a crack breaking through his throat as he went on about your life being threatened.

“And I couldn’t lose you, Y/n.” He sighed. “I’ve already lost so much, I couldn’t lose you too. I thought if I separated myself from you for a little bit everything would be fine, but I’m so stupid because I should’ve known that it would hurt you too. I didn’t mean to, Y/n. I swear. You mean everything to me and I love you so, so much.”

Although the feelings that you you went through the past month couldn’t be washed away with a single apology, the explanation was enough to bring you peace in that moment. Although a flawed logic, you could understand why Peter did what he did and saw it as a viable solution. Despite the pain, all you wanted was to go back to the way things were your boyfriend- now, just with a better understanding of who and what he was.

“I forgive you, Peter.” You squeezed his hands back, giving him a soft smile. “It sucked, but I can see why you did it. Just promise you’ll be more honest next time?”

Shocked that you even gave him the light of day, Peter smiled and nodded eagerly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tight towards him.

“I promise.” He whispered into you neck as he squeezed you even more. “I promise, I promise, I promise. And I swear I’ll protect you too, okay? I promise.”

“That’s a lot of promises, Pete.” You laughed.

Pulling away from you slightly and looking you in the eyes, Peter smiled back.

“And I mean them all, okay?” Peter said before leaning in and brushing his lips against yours. “I promise.”

Trusting him in every sense of the world, you couldn’t help the smile that reached your face as you met his lips.

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ambivalence-is-me · 2 years

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Remember Me

peter parker x reader

summary: you were in love with someone you don’t remember. Peter is pretty sure he knows who that guy is. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

warnings: angst?????

words: 3,000k+

note: I apologize for any grammatical error. Had this idea in my mind and I just had to get it out.

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It’s gotten better. A lot better.

Those first few months after the whole world forgot Peter Parker existed were, to put it mildly, rough. He had never felt more alone. There is literally not a single person that remembers who he is and it was slowly killing him inside. He had watched from afar how MJ and Ned kept on with their lives, he made sure they were out of danger because how can he not? As long as he could, he would make sure they were out of harms way. Sadly, that stopped when they both went their ways to MIT and he had to stay behind.

He wanted to follow them, he really really did but he had to be realistic here. He had to get his shit together first, study, get a job, do some Spider-Man stuff and save as much money as he can. THEN he can go with them. It seemed so freaking far away but it would have to do. Maybe it’s better this way. Being away from them would keep them safe and that’s the whole reason why he is in this mess anyway. Sometimes at night, when the sadness would appear, he thought about being selfish. He really wanted to be selfish and just swing to them and explain everything. He knew they would listen to him, he knew they would understand but he can’t ruin the good things that are happening for them right now. Not anymore.

So he cried. He cried and shoved those possibilities to the back of his mind. For now, he would do what he can. Lay low and be Spider-Man, not get in anyones way. And it was working. Well, for a while. After getting into college, taking some classes and everything slowly coming together, you came in the picture. He knew life always had something up its sleeve for him, he’s literally living proof that his life was not easy so now he lived on the edge. Skeptical about everything. So, when he saw you walking his way, he freaked out. You weren’t new, not exactly.

“Peter Parker?”

So why did you walk up to him and said his name very confidently like you knew exactly who he was. Like, he didn’t tell a wizard to make the whole world forget about him. Lets back track a little. No, you weren’t a new face to him because you were also part of his friend’s group in Midtown High. You and him weren’t close like MJ and Ned but you were friends. You two would catch movies together, study together, share classes, he considered you a friend and he knew you did too.

You were one of the nicest person he had ever met. You were sort of the mom of the group. He was pretty reckless, not gonna lie, MJ was the most realistic one and of course there was Ned. You fit right in now that he thought about it. You would ask them if they did their homework, if they slept well, you always had at least 3 snacks in your bag; most of them would be gone by the end of the day thanks to him and Ned. Sometimes you would walk with them home and you would text them at night to make sure they all made it home safely. You were a great friend, an amazing friend now that he thought about it. And yet, he never told you about his other identity. He doesn’t know why, not really but he just didn’t. That’s a good thing though, he thought, that way he always kept you safe. Except when Mysterio ruined that for him of course. And yet, even though you felt hurt that he never told you about his secret, you’d understand and you never resented him for it.

But now you also forgot who he was. Or did you? He remembers that day very clearly. After his name left your lips, he just stared at you, mouth wide open with disbelief on his face.

“Professor Schidt told me your name. He said you were the best of the class and I’m in desperate need of help. Me and math just don’t go together.”

He remembers how he felt the hole in his heart deepen. He should’ve know you didn’t remember him. He shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up. But there you were, unknowingly offering him a second chance. After that day, after you asking him if he could tutor you, you’d been the light at the of the tunnel. He wanted to say no to the tutoring, he really did. He can’t get close again, he can’t risk someone finding out his secret, he wouldn’t live with himself if he put someone else’s life in danger. Specially someone as special as you. Because even if he sometimes feels like he took your friendship for granted back in the day, you were pretty dang special and he swears he will never forget it again.

But he said yes and ever since then, you two would spend quite a lot of time together. Not at the beginning. At first he just strictly stayed to the tutoring and that’s it. Nothing else, nada. Even if he wanted to be your friend again, he was not going to risk it.

That didn’t work out. Not when you were so freaking good. Just- special. You were still very much yourself, so kind, a little bit sarcastic at times and caring. And you never gave up on him. After some tutoring sessions, you’d ask him to hang out and he would always say no but you never gave up. And that’s exactly something you’d do back in the day, you never gave up.

“I wouldn’t want someone to give up on me, so why would I? If they’re worth it, they’re worth it” You said one time. And there you were once again proving him that he definitely took you for granted. But he was so freaking happy he had you because it felt like you never left. Even if you didn’t remember all the times you hanged out together, the movie nights, the science jokes you never got, it was still a great time.

So now, you were the only person in the world who knew who this Peter Parker was and he was okay with that. Having said that, yes, it’s gotten a lot better. Exceptttt, of course, life always got in the way because when had he ever gotten a break.

It’s been about a year and a half now since all of the chaos and him being your friend again. During the summer and holidays he would check in on MJ and Ned and watch from afar but that’s it. He never made an approach to them, still scared he wouldn’t have the strength to keep everything to himself so he never tried again. On the other hand, he still kept his other identity from you very religiously. His excuses for bruises and getting late to the movies or any other activity have gotten pretty good now that he was independent but he still didn’t want you to find out who he was at night. He was pretty proud of himself for not revealing anything during all that time.

So, that’s not currently his problem. Nope. He should see it coming but no. This is not the case and this is something he absolutely never ever expected. Not in a million years.

You remember him. Okay no, no you don’t. At all. Okay okay, he would’ve prefer that obviously but no. You…love him?

Love? Loved? He was so confused.

“How can this be? How can you love someone you don’t even remember?” You asked him.

How in the world is he supposed to know? He was so confused. So, let’s go back a little.

It was a Monday, you ran to him after class. Breathless you told him of the discovery you made on your mom’s house during the weekend after you went visit her. It was something you did once every 2-3 weeks. Sometimes he came along too because he loved your mom’s cooking, he missed a home cook meal. But that’s a story for another day.

“I found a diary! I wrote all this embarrassing stuff while I was in high school. You know typical teenager stuff”

“I didn’t have a diary” he had said with a smile that screamed I-know-something-you-don’t. Boy he was wrong.

“Okay whatever. Point is, I started reading it. Very cringe btw BUT I found something very interesting and now I’m just confused”. Your eyes wide, cheeks warm after running and hands holding some books. His eyes widened for effect and replied “Oh no. A teenager’s high school experience interesting? Tell me more”.

That earned him a smack on the arm. You started walking together to his next class. You had the next 3 hours free and you always walked him to his class.

“I’m serious. You’re the smart one in this friendship. Can’t you just help me figure it out?”. Not true, you were also very smart. Maybe math was not your forte but you’d still make a great doctor or nurse. You had the heart and passion for it. And the intelligence too.

“Ookay I guess. Don’t know how my intelligence plays a part in your high school experience but I can help. What did you find?” You laughed. Of course he’s still make a joke even if he knew you were low key freaking out about whatever was on your mind.

He saw you take out a small notebook and flip through some pages. You were still walking, he still had time to make on time to class, so they were slowly walking. Then you started reading.

You were definitely in love. Or at least had very strong feelings to someone you cared about. They weren’t the typical high school crush feelings either. No, this was pretty deep stuff for a 16 year old. It was actually really good. You could be a writer if you wanted to because damn, hearing you read that stuff was making him think about MJ and their time together..shit. No, he was doing so well.

“Okay so, you liked someone from your high school. What’s the problem?”

“I don’t remember him, Peter. How can that be? How can I write about a boy I like so much and not even remember him? Did he even exist? Did I make him up?”

Hold on…what? You don’t-remember the guy you liked?…it couldn’t be..right?

He stopped walking and looked at her. All funny expressions gone from his face.

“What? No. That’s-no. You must’ve written his name somewhere in there. Did you look?” You rolled your eyes. As if you hadn’t read the entire diary three times now trying to figure this shit out.

“Of course, Pete. I looked everywhere and nothing. Not even some initials. No name. Just me writing feelings about him.”

No no. Just because she didn’t write the name of the guy does not mean she’s talking about him. Nope. Maybe she just didn’t write the guy’s name because he was a bad person. Yeah, that makes sense…right?

“That’s uh- maybe you wrote it in code? You’re smart and you like all that clue stuff. Maybe it’s in a clue!!” He wasn’t wrong. You did like all that stuff.

“I-yeah okay could be but I’m just confused Peter. I don’t remember liking a guy in high school. Like at all -and specially liking him so deeply. This isn’t a crush, I really liked this guy. Look!”

And he did. Briefly because dang, you were a good writer. You wrote like you’ve been writing poems all your life. He could feel all the emotions you had put in those words and he didn’t like how it made him feel.

Shit.

“I know you have class now. I just- I’ve been thinking about this ever since I got back. Do you think I can drop by after and we can keep looking into it?” He wanted to say no. Because what if-? No. Actually no, he needed to find out now. There is no way she ‘s talking about himself.

“Yeah yeah of course. This is uh- interesting for sure. I don’t know how I can help but I’m here for you. You know I am” and that was the truth. Because even if you didn’t know about Spider-Man, he was always looking out for you. While he was in and out of the suit. You mean too much.

You gave him your signature smile. That lovely smile of yours. “It’s enough, Pete. Thank you.” You sighed and continued walking until you were close to his destination. “Honestly, somewhere I described him like brown eyes, brown hair and crazy smart. Like what? That could literally be any guy!! I’m so mad at myself.”

That was pretty generic right? He was pretty basic looking if you asked him. So again, there was still hope that you weren’t talking about him.

“Um, yeah anyone.” He coughed and stopped outside his classroom. “Okay so, you try and find out anymore clues and I’ll meet you at my place later yeah?”. You nodded and gave him a small smile.

“You got it. Have a good class! Pay attention!” With that and a hug you walked away. He did not pay attention to class at all. How can he when there’s a possibility that his best friend was in love with him back when they were friends while he was with another girl and she doesn’t remember now because he made her forget?

Yeah what the fuck.

He couldn’t get out of that room fast enough. He basically sprinted back to his apartment but during the way he slowed down. Did he really want to figure this out? What if he didn’t like the answer?

Before he knew it, he was in his apartment. He threw his backpack on the floor and started pacing. A million thoughts through his mind. How can that even happen? Was it really possible?

Then you were knocking on his door. He let out a big breath. Okay, there’s no going back now. He let you in with a nervous smile. The first thing he noticed was your fallen expression. Oh no. You figured it out.

Was it him?

“Whats wrong? Why do you look so sad?”

You sat on his bed, quiet and a far away look in your eye. In your hand, the diary.

He swallowed. His heart was beating so fast he thought it was going to leave his body. “Y/N?”…

“He was in love with someone else”.

Fuck.

Your voice was so sad, it resembled your whole posture. He couldn’t breathe. What is happening? You handed him the diary. It was book-marked. With shaky hands he took it out of your hands and found the page that was marked.

He closed his eyes. It can’t be him. There were many other brown haired, brown eyed smart guys in Midtown. He wasn’t the only one. It’s. Not. Him.

He started reading.

Shit.

She wrote about a couple. A couple that resembled him and MJ a little too much. She wrote about listening to the guy ramble on about the girl he had kissed, the girl he really liked and now had. She wrote about how her heart broke in a million pieces because she was in love with someone that would never return her love. She wrote about keeping it in, hiding her emotions as best as possible and supporting the guy, her friend. Because she loved him and she was selfless. If he was happy then she’d push her feelings deep down. Even if it hurt like a bitch.

He couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t stop reading it actually. He felt his heart break the longer he kept reading, the longer he read it again and again. How in the world? Just- how can this happen?

He never ever expected this. Was he really so oblivious to her feelings? Or did she really hide it well? They talked everyday, they shared many moments together, many laughs together and she loved him.

She never told him. He never found out.

Until now. And she doesn’t even know that she’s talking about him. This is so fucked up. How do you proceed from this? Does he tell her the truth? Does he pretend he doesn’t know who this guy is? Why does shit like this continue to happen to him? He swallowed and slowly looked at her sitting beside him. She looked sad and he hates it. He can’t imagine how broken she must’ve been while writing this. How many tears have you shed? How many nights did you cry yourself to sleep? He hates the thought of you crying because of him, because he made you cry and he broke your fucking heart.

He hates himself.

“I’-I’m so sorry, Y/N”

You shook your head. “It’s not your fault, Pete.”

But it was. Everything was his fault.

“Maybe this is why I don’t remember? Maybe my mind blocked his existence because I was in too much pain? You know like-trauma—“

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He had to know. Why didn’t you say something? Before he got with MJ, even before Liz just, why didn’t you say anything.

You looked at him. A conflicted glint in your eye. “I- I don’t know, Peter. I don’t even remember this happening.”

He stopped up and started pacing again. “Okay let’s just. Okay.” He sighed, stopped and stood in front of you. “Let’s say, hypothetically, you were really good friends with the guy. Close friends. Why wouldn’t you mention it to him? That you-you know- you like him”.

“Peter” you sighed and also stood up. “I-I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to ruin that friendship. I-“ You looked away from his eyes and looked down. He didn’t like it when he couldn’t see your expressions. Not when he had gotten to know them so well. “If we were friends and I liked him as more than a friend I definitely wouldn’t want to ruin that and obviously he liked someone else. There was no way I was going to tell him.” You sighed and looked back up at him. You gave a little sad shrug. As if, you were used to it.

Used to being second best. Used to being left behind, and used to hiding your true feelings. Because it was what you were used to. You loved being part of their little group. You loved all your friends, they were great friends. You’d do anything for them and you knew that to some extent, they’d do it for you too. Or you’d hope. You started second guessing yourself when Peter and MJ got a little too close. Peter was a pure soul and that’s what you love about him. He was selfless, he was caring, he was passionate and he was someone you couldn’t have. You were there for him when he got the Stark Internship, when he was crushing on Liz, you were there for him when she had left and he was sad. You were there for him when he’d had his weird out of nowhere bruises, you were there for him when he started developing feelings for MJ. You were there for him when Mr. Stark died.

You were always there. But what about him? Where was him? He had failed her and she doesn’t even know it. How is he supposed to go on while knowing this? He is still processing. Does she even still feel the same? Does he even what to know?

He thought that making the world forget his existence would be better, easier. But it seemed that life for Peter Parker isn’t meant to be that way.

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mendesbadrepuation · 3 years

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The Way You Comfort Me // Peter Parker🕷

Peter Parker x female reader

Description: Recently your best friends have grown apart from you and you have been really upset over the situation. Lucky for you Peter is there to comfort you.

Warnings: it’s a little sad in the beginning but the ending is overly fluffy and handsomely cute! Not even slightly proofread lolol

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“Hey! How come you look all down in the dumps today?” Peter breaks you from your thoughts as his hand waves in front of your face. You snap your eyes in his direction and you knew you could see the way he was concerned for you. You also knew he could see the way your eyes glossed over with tears.

“It’s not really important. We should get back to studying.” You reply quickly and avert your eyes back to the book on the table. You absentmindedly tapped the pen in your hand against the notebook you were using to take notes.

“No. It’s important to me. I don’t like to see you upset like this.” Peter reaches his hand out to gently stop the tapping of your pen. When you look up into his eyes they were soft and gentle. Just like everything about him. He was the purest soul to you and you got lucky he stumbled across your path. Even luckier he became your best friend and lover.

You and Peter were friends before. In high school you two were study partners a lot. You two really worked well together. One night you and Ned barged into his room on a rant about an assignment and you saw him in his Spider-Man suit. It was completely an accident and ever since then you knew about his secret. And ever since that day you have kept that special secret. You earned his trust very fast. Which led you to a relationship you never saw come but every day you are thankful for.

“Rachel and Addy didn’t invite me to go with them on the annual beach trip. They haven’t invited me to anything in the last couple of months. I think our friendship is ancient history.” You explain to him with a frown very evident on your face.

Rachel and Addy have been your best friends since middle school. You’ve known Addy since kindergarten even. You went through many stages of life with those girls and it was something that a lot of friendships went through. You grow up, you meet new people, you simply fade away. In your mind though, you thought it wouldn’t happen with those two. You cared for them dearly and that friendship. After several attempts of asking to hang out with them and they both decline every time you gave up.

At first you just let it go and thought it would fizzle out. You’d be back to normal within the next week. A week turned into a month. You were so busy with school that it never hit you until here recently. You were making your last stitch effort. Once you realized they were going on the beach trip without you, that’s how you knew it was over.

Peter looks at you sadly. “I know how much they mean to you. Maybe this was a sign and you never know. You all could pick right back up like nothing ever happened.” He tries to help with the situation.

“I don’t know Pete. I think we may be growing apart.” The words get choked up in your throat. It was hard to think and now even harder to say out loud.

He frowns at your response. “I think we’ve had enough studying for today. Let’s go back to my place and cuddle.” His hand lands on your thigh under the table in a comforting way. You look up into his eyes slowly nodding in agreement.

“I don’t want to worry May though.” You say.

He shakes his head. “Not to worry. Her and Happy are on an overnight trip. It will be just us.”

You lightly scoff. “Happy and May are getting closer.”

“Yeah! Yeah! Don’t remind me!” Peter shuts his eyes shaking his head in denial. “I don’t like to think about it.”

You two pack up your things and walk out of the university library holding hands. As you walked through campus you tried not to think about the issue playing repeat in your head. Every time you thought about losing your best friends you felt that ache in your heart. Losing friends is hard and it’s a different kind of loss you are never prepared for.

“The leaves are starting to change. It’s so pretty.” You say and your eyes wonder around the trees on campus. You wanted to think about other things.

“Pretty like you.” Peter cheekily replies. You instantly blush and playfully roll your eyes.

“Thank you.” You reply. Peter was smirking at you from your reaction. He loved seeing you blush from something he does or says to you. Just let’s him know he has that affect on you.

The walk to the subway was mostly just you two talking about anything but your situation. He knew that you would fully talk about it when you were ready. The rest of the way to his apartment Peter done his best to cheer you up. He would tell you corny jokes or do playful little things to keep a smile on your face. He was simply your person. Only he knew how to make you feel better in times like this.

Shortly after arriving to his place you got into his clothes. A pair of his sweats and his hoodie. Immediately you were feeling more comforted being wrapped up in his scent. He saw the way your expressions become more calm. His heart swelled seeing how much peace it brought you. He was your safe haven as you were his.

He picks you up and places you in his lap so he can cuddle you. You had the hood up over your head and he lets you nuzzle your head between his neck. He was extra warm from those added super powers running through his bloodstream. It truly came in handy on days like these. When you contently sigh into his neck it felt like his heart was smiling.

“As much as this sucks. I’m glad I have you.” You mumble in a soft tone.

“You always have me.” He whispers back. His hand that was wrapped around your back softly rubbed your worries away. You place a delicate kiss on his neck and he simply thought he was going to melt. He hated you being sad but boy was he grateful he got to be the one to comfort you, to hold you.

The rest of the night was spent with you in his arms. He would switch with rubbing your back to playing with your hair and even little kisses all over your face. Anything he could do to make you feel better, he did it. Eventually you talked through it with a little advice from him. It was hard coming to the realization of what was happening. He knew how strong you were and that you would get through this little milestone with ease.

You fell asleep with your head resting on his chest so you could hear his heartbeat. One of the many things you like to do when you’re with him. Peter had an idea to make you feel even better in the morning. He hoped it would help you start your day with a smile. When the weather was changing and the mornings were colder there was something about the sunrises. They were different. There was always brighter pinks and oranges on display. Peter remembers how you love to watch them.

He woke up right on time to carry you out on his fire escape. You were really tired from the crying and overall stress the situation caused. Him moving around didn’t really phase you until you felt the cold morning air hit your face.

“Mmm Peter what are you doing?” You faintly mumble and there was sleep evident in the sound of your voice.

“I want to show you something. Just keep your eyes closed for me.” He requests and you do as told. He places your arms around his neck and your feet around his waist. Your head nestles its way in the crook of his neck and you start to fall back to sleep. There was a gush of wind on your back in a split second. You knew he was swinging on his webs high in the sky. It was better you didn’t open your eyes for sure now.

You tighten your grip around his neck from the feeling of flying freely through the city. Most of the time you got sick from him swinging you with him on special dates on skyscrapers. Some times were better than others and you were trying to get comfortable with it.

Once the breeze stopped you knew he had landed. Still half asleep you just cuddle more in to him. He sits down with you in his lap again. Your one leg comes around from his waist so you can sit sideways. He was basically cradling you now and you could not complain.

“Open your eyes.” He whispers. You do as told and you have to blink a couple times to adjust. When you looked out into the skyline your breath was stolen away. There was so many vibrant pinks and oranges casting off the clouds. The sun was almost this red and dark orangish tint.

Peter didn’t look away from you. He wanted to see your reaction of the display in front of you two. His eyes glistened from the way you lit up. He watched your eyes sparkle at the view and he swore he has never seen anything as beautiful as you. As cheesy as it was, you were his sunrise in this moment. He gently kisses your cheek and adjusts your body so you could get closer to him.

“It’s beautiful Pete. Thank you for bringing me to see it.” You look away from the skyline and he was already looking at you. Your cheeks were red from both the morning air and from where he just kissed you.

“I just wanted you to feel better and start your day with this in mind.” He gestures to the sunrise and you didn’t care about that anymore. You were too in love with this boy to even think straight. He does everything in his power to make sure you are happy and safe and most of all, loved.

“I don’t need sunsets or sunrises when I have you. You are the sweetest person I know Peter Parker. Thank you for all you do for me. I hope one day I can return the favor.” You gently cup his face with your hands to fully look him in the eyes. He had the softest look on his face.

“You return the favor everyday by being with me and loving me. That’s all I can ever ask for. And baby your love is like a drug.” His soft expression turns into a little grin. He knew the comment was cheesy but you of course admired it.

A light giggle leaves your mouth and a wide smile spreads from ear to ear practically. For a moment you look into his eyes and see that special little tint in his brown shade. With the sunrise casting a little light it made a golden ring around his iris pop. You watch him avert his eyes down to your lips giving you the hint. Both of you lean closer together until your lips clash together in a soft kiss. Your hands go around to the nape of his neck where his little baby hairs were. In an effort to deepen the kiss you comb your fingers up through his full hair. You slightly tug at the base and he inhaled deeply making the kiss harder. His hands wrap around to your back and he pushes you against his chest. The action makes your lips slightly part and give him the access he wanted to slide his tongue inside your mouth. You both start to see stars from such a passionate kiss. Every time it would feel like this to the both of you. But each time it got better it seemed.

That’s how you knew he was your person until the end of time. In every timeline you would choose him. Over and over again. Your souls were intertwined and would always find a way back to each other.

#peter parker #peter #Peter Parker fanfiction #marvel #tom holland #peter x reader #peter x you #fluff #spideyboy #spiderman

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une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir · 3 years

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random thoughts about aegon vi and septa lemore

Apparently, it’s Aegon’s week. i don’t think i ever paticipated in these events for any character or pairing, but @agentrouka-blog’s theory that septa Lemore is Ashara Dayne and that the baby switch was between Aegon and her rumoured child (instead of random kid) showed up on my dash today.

Lemore being Ashara Dayne and there having been baby switch like theorised would be fantastic, because she’d know a lot of stuff that is otherwise impossible to know. She knows who dishonoured her at Harrenhal (we all know Brandon, not Ned). She knows about Wylla, a wetnurse from the Dayne Household, who Eddard Stark and Edric Dayne both say is Jon’s mother (we all know Jon is Lyanna’s, so this apparent lie version being told by two different people who have nothing to do with one another seems to suggest a combined lie between Ned and the Daynes). She knows about Jon because Ned went to Starfall with him and (if baby switch theory is true), she can confirm Aegon VI is real.

There’s also the suspicious narrative choice of a “Targ” (not even, she has dark hair, not silver hair, even if she has purple eyes) getting with an impetuous Stark at Harrenhal and a secret child never really going anywhere. What’s the point of that besides shading Rhaegar plus Lyanna equals Jon? This I always thought was suspicious, but this theory would *poof* make it make sense.

TYRION III ~ ADWD

This is the chapter where Aegon VI Targaryen is first introduced. The whole chapter is like a “perigrination” to find him. I am of the opinion that Aegon VI is the real thing for a long time now and there’s evidence that might be the case in this very chapter where he’s introduced.

"How fares our lad?" asked Illyrio as the chests were being secured. Tyrion counted six, oaken chests with iron hasps. Duck shifted them easily enough, hoisting them on one shoulder.

This is shortly after the chapter starts. Not only Illyrio asks about Aegon, there’s also the imagery of six chests about. If Aegon is crowned king of Westeros, he’ll be Aegon VI Targaryen.

By imagery, Aegon is real.++

"There is a gift for the boy in one of the chests. Some candied ginger. He was always fond of it." Illyrio sounded oddly sad.

This is often used as a clue that Aegon VI is fake. Illyrio is expressing some sentimental attachment, so there are theories that he could be the father and the mother would be some Valyrian looking wife he has. it has its merits.

On the other hand, Aegon VI is on the run from the crown, hiding under a false identity and dyes his hair another colour, but most importantly in this passage, is Aegon’s fond of a specific sweet that what we would at first mistake for a father for the reasons pointed above gifts him with.

This is 1:1 what’s going on with Sansa, she’s on the run from the crown, hiding under a false identity and dyes her hair another colour, she’s fond of a specific sweet (lemoncakes) and Littlefinger, who’s pretending to be her father and is very... emotionally invested... in her, gifts her with some (well, in parternship with her cousin, but the cousin is another matter).

By parallel, Aegon is real.++

Tyrion craned his head to one side, and saw a boy standing on the roof of a low wooden building, waving a wide-brimmed straw hat. He was a lithe and well-made youth, with a lanky build and a shock of dark blue hair.

Aegon is inrroduced standing above the rest, literally high-standing.

By imagery, Aegon is real.++

An older couple with a Rhoynish cast to their features stood close beside the tiller, whilst a handsome septa in a soft white robe stepped through the cabin door and pushed a lock of dark brown hair from her eyes.

This is actually what I came for, Lemore.

Why a septa would be described as “handsome” when that should have no relevance since she’s supposed to be chaste (I know, it’s Tyrion, but still)? Ashara Dayne is described by many as being beautiful, arrestingly so. If Lemore is Ashara, “handsome” is a good way to describe her beauty still.

Lemore has dark brown hair. Ashara is described as having long dark hair tumbling about her shoulders. More importantly, Lemore's first actions is push her hair from her eyes. Like, pay attention to this woman’s eyes, even though they’re not described ever (not even their colour).

TYRION IV ~ ADWD

Tyrion had drunk himself blind his first night on the Shy Maid. The next day he awoke with dragons fighting in his skull.

So yes, the night after Tyrion meets Aegon and his party for the first time, he dreams of dragons fighting. Take note these are dragons, not a fake dragon in whatever way and a dragon.

By imagery, Aegon is real.++.

The clouds in the sky were aglow: pink and purple, maroon and gold, pearl and saffron. One looked like a dragon. Once a man has seen a dragon in flight, let him stay at home and tend his garden in content, someone had written once, for this wide world has no greater wonder. Tyrion scratched at his scar and tried to recall the author's name. Dragons had been much in his thoughts of late.

One of those clouds looks like a dragon. There’s no dragons with these colours BUT Targs have purple eyes and Viseryion, a dragon I believe is a narrative stand-in for Aegon VI, is described as cream and gold, so one colour here. Honestly, the important here is that Tyrion is associating dragons around Aegon.

By imagery, Aegon is real.++.

"Good morrow, Hugor." Septa Lemore had emerged in her white robes, cinched at the waist with a woven belt of seven colors. Her hair flowed loose about her shoulders. "How did you sleep?"

Holy shit.

“Even after all these years, Ser Barristan could still recall Ashara's smile, the sound of her laughter. He had only to close his eyes to see her, with her long dark hair tumbling about her shoulders and those haunting purple eyes.

"Fitfully, good lady. I dreamed of you again." A waking dream. He could not sleep, so he had eased a hand between his legs and imagined the septa atop him, breasts bouncing.

"A wicked dream, no doubt. You are a wicked man. Will you pray with me and ask forgiveness for your sins?"

Only if we pray in the fashion of the Summer Isles. "No, but do give the Maiden a long, sweet kiss for me."

Laughing, the septa walked to the prow of the boat. It was her custom to bathe in the river every morning.

"Plainly, this boat was not named for you," Tyrion called as she disrobed.

"The Mother and the Father made us in their image, Hugor. We should glory in our bodies, for they are the work of gods."

Yeah, it’s Tyrion, who’d sexualise a rock, but this is a septa who deserves respect. Yet, this is how the writer “paints” the reader’s first interaction with this new character. These are always the most striking moments when establishing a character and sex imagery is what the writer decided to do.

Also Lemore not only knows that Tyrion’s fantasising about having sex with her and doesn’t give a shit, she laughs instead, gets naked to bathe, and doesn’t give a shit if others look at her naked body. This doesn’t feel like a septa. I mean, I remember Mordane and the zealots at King’s Landing who screwed with Cersei. They have nothing on this.

The way she puts why she has no problems with naked bodies and the like also suggest some kind of “free spirit” which goes well with the (disgusting, but there) dornish wanton woman trope and being dishonoured by Brandon at Harrenhal.

Another thing to note, is that Tyrion also clearly says the “Shy Maid” wasn’t named after Lemore, which suggests she’s neither shy nor a maid. This is confirmed by her actions and by...

The dwarf watched Lemore slip into the water. The sight always made him hard. There was something wonderfully wicked about the thought of peeling the septa out of those chaste white robes and spreading her legs. Innocence despoiled, he thought … though Lemore was not near as innocent as she appeared. She had stretch marks on her belly that could only have come from childbirth.

Lemore was pregnant at one point!

When Lemore climbed back onto the deck, Tyrion savored the sight of water trickling between her breasts, her smooth skin glowing golden in the morning light. She was past forty, more handsome than pretty, but still easy on the eye. Being randy is the next best thing to being drunk, he decided. It made him feel as if he was still alive. "Did you see the turtle, Hugor?" the septa asked him, wringing water from her hair. "The big ridgeback?"

This disparity of behaviour between septa Lemore and any other septa in ASOIAF is VERY suspicious. Note how Lemore has two mysteries about her already, she’s characterised nothing like any septa in ASOIAF (more like the tasteless “dornish wanton woman” sterotype instead) and a mystery child. What’s the point of that, if she’s irrelevant.

Compare how he Yandry and Ysilla couple is treated, where there are no bizarre things taking place that I noticed. Also Yandry and Ysilla are specifically said to be a pair of Dornish orphans. Why is the image of Dornish people here, along with Lemore? Suspicious, suspicious.

Lemore is “past fourty”. The asoiaf wiki lists Ashara Dayne as being born between 260AC and 269AC, which means that she’d be around this age if she had lived.

The imagery of a (false, but still) maidtaking a bath while men watch is the same as Florian and Jonquil song, an event that legend says happened at Maidenpool (close to... yes, that’s right, Harrenhal, where Ashara met Brandon).

"The turtles have their charms, I will allow. Nothing delights me so much as the sight of a nice pair of shapely … shells.

"Septa Lemore laughed. Like everyone else aboard the Shy Maid, she had her secrets. She was welcome to them. I do not want to know her, I only want to fuck her. She knew it too. As she hung her septa's crystal about her neck, to nestle in the cleft between her breasts, she teased him with a smile.

That’s not the behaviour of a septa and note the narrative acknowledgement that Lemore has secrets. She’s also called Lady instead of septa at some point in the narrative.

If this is Ashara, then Brandon met his match at Harrenhal. The waste, I can’t. What a sexy couple.

This chapter also contains Targ history as well as some Dorne (mother Rhoyne and whatnot). It goes well with Aegon is the real deal. But what really cinches it is the ending...

"It was him," cried Yandry. "The Old Man of the River."And why not?

Tyrion grinned. Gods and wonders always appear, to attend the birth of kings.

The Old Man of the River is a lesser god, the son of Mother Rhoyne. These gods are all associated with Dorne.

Aegon is real.++.

Tyrion VI ~ ADWD

"Even the bravest of your forebears kept his Kingsguard close about him in times of peril." Lemore had changed out of her septa's robes into garb more befitting the wife or daughter of a prosperous merchant. Tyrion watched her closely. He had sniffed out the truth beneath the dyed blue hair of Griff and Young Griff easily enough, and Yandry and Ysilla seemed to be no more than they claimed to be, whilst Duck was somewhat less. Lemore, though … Who is she, really? Why is she here? Not for gold, I'd judge. What is this prince to her? Was she ever a true septa?

Who is she, really... indeed... Lemore’s identity clearly is important.

She turned back to Prince Aegon. "You are not the only one who must needs hide."

Why does Lemore need to hide? :)

#asoiaf speculaion #i'm not going to tag these characters because the original theory isn't mine #i'm also not going to tag these characters because this isn't enough to warrant an entry on aegon vi targaryen week

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elliesguitarstrings · 3 years

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Silence (Part 2)

Masterlist//Series Masterlist

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Summary: You and Peter have been best friends ever since he stepped foot into the avengers compound. After a year of being friends you realize you’ve developed a crush on him, but he doesn’t feel the same way... at least, you don’t think he does.

A/N: Thanks for the love on my last post lol :) Sorry it took so long to post this I’ve just been so busy with school but I just got out for winter break so hopefully I’ll be able to write a lot over the next few weeks! Also sorry this chapter is so short and probably really bad I wrote it super fast because I just wanted to post something. I promise part 3 is going to be a lot better than this haha.

Warnings: language, a little bit of angst, Peter being kind of a jerk (sorry but I promise he doesn’t mean it lol)

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Sitting in Peter’s bed, you look beside you to see that he is still asleep. You want to shake him awake and yell at him to get up and celebrate your one year anniversary, well friendiversary, that is. But instead, you choose to admire him in all of his cuteness for a few more moments. You smile looking at the way his cheek presses against the pillow, his fluffy curls strewn across his forehead, his mouth slightly open, snoring quietly. God, you’re so in love with him. But he’s not in love with you, and you know that. You’re just friends, and that’s all you’ll ever be. But you still had that small sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe he likes you as much as you like him.

You couldn’t bare falling for him more, so you rustle him awake.

“Pete! Get up get up get up! Guess what day it is?” you say, repeatedly slapping his arm.

Peter stirs, slowly opening his eyes, smiling at you as you stand over him on the bed.

“Well good morning to you too princess.”

You can’t help but blush, as you do every time he calls you that. Princess is his nickname for you, and even though he says it multiple times a day, you never seem to get over it. It only makes you fall for him harder.

Ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you repeat your question, “Guess what day it is?”

Peter’s eyes widen, “Oh no, oh my god. Is it your birthday? Did I forget your birthday? Shit shit shit-”

You cut him off, laughing, “No stupid, you didn’t forget my birthday.”

“Then I give up, what day is it?”

“Come on Pete, you can’t give up that easily! Guess again.”

“Well, it’s not a major holiday, I know that much. And it’s not either one of our birthdays, so I’m lost. Just tell me.”

“It’s our one year friendiversary! It’s officially been one year since we met!”

“Oh, really? It seems like way longer than a year, but that’s cool I guess!”

You couldn’t help feeling a little hurt that he didn’t remember. But at the same time you didn’t really expect him to. It wasn’t like he had been tracking the days in a journal or writing down all the memories from your time together on little pieces of paper to look back on when you were sad like you’ve been doing for the past year. But that didn’t mean he didn’t value the bond between you two, right?

“Well, I have a big day planned for the two of us! We’re going to do all our favorite things today. We’ll have pancakes for breakfast, and then we’ll go walk around New York City and go to Delmar’s for lunch, and after that we’ll come back to the compound and watch all of the Star Wars movies for the rest of the night in the theater! We can even set up a tent and buy a bunch of snacks and candy like we did for our first movie marathon!” you ramble excitedly.

“Oh, um, well I was planning on hanging with Ned and MJ today, but I’ll text them and tell them I’m hanging out with you instead if you want.”

Your stomach dropped. Today meant so much to you, and he was planning on hanging out with his other friends?

You wanted to scream at him, tell him how much of an asshole he was being. But instead, you bottled up your feelings, just as you have been all morning.

Faking a smile, you say “Oh, well they can tag along if they want to. More people, more fun, right?”

“Are you sure? It can just be the two of us if you want, I don’t think they’ll mind much.”

“No, no, its totally fine. Tell them to meet us at Delmar’s at noon.”

“Okay, cool! I’ll text them. Today’s gonna be so much fun!”

You’re on the verge of tears, and you have to get away from Peter before you break, so you quickly stand up and say, “I’m gonna go shower and get ready. You can start on the pancakes if you want, or you can just wait for me and we can make them together.”

Without waiting for Peter to answer, you leave his room, shutting the door behind you probably a little too hard. You run across the hall to your room and fall on your bed, immediately starting to cry.

Maybe you’re overreacting, making a huge deal out of nothing. Is it that big if a deal that he just wants to hang out with people other than you? Were you being possessive? But on the other hand, when you think about it, it’s been more than just today.

For the past two months or so, Peter has been ditching you to hang out with his school friends. It made sense at first, since school just started back and he hadn’t seen them all summer because he was hanging out with you. But recently, it seems he’s been choosing to hang out with them over you.

In fact, the two of you haven’t spent time together outside of the compound in weeks. Sure, you’re still close, but only when you’re in the compound around the other avengers. Every time you ask if he wants to go to the movies or go to Delmar’s, he always has an excuse, usually that he already has plans with Ned or MJ. Or both.

This only makes you cry more. How could he do this to you? Why is he doing this to you?

Then you realize. MJ. He fucking likes MJ. He would rather hang out with her than you. That’s why he always ditches you for her and Ned, why he never hangs out with you anymore.

And now you have to spend an entire day with her. God, you should have just told Peter to tell Ned and MJ that he couldn’t hang out, but you panicked, what else were you supposed to do?

Suddenly, you hear a knock at your door. It’s Peter.

“Hey, are you okay? You ran out of my room pretty fast. Are you mad at me for inviting Ned and MJ or something?”

Shit. He knows. How the fuck does he know everything?

“Oh, uh, no, no its fine! Um, I just know that we only have a few hours until we meet them and making pancakes can take a while and I can take a while to get ready and I just wanted to get a head start that’s all.”

You definitely sounded suspicious. You said that way too fast. But somehow Peter seems to buy it.

“Oh, well, okay! Why don’t I get started on making the batter while you finish getting ready and then we can finish making them once you get downstairs.”

“Yeah, um, sounds good. Be down in like thirty minutes.”

“Okay! See you then!”

Fuck, even his voice sounds cute.

Stop, you can’t do this. Not anymore. He likes MJ, not you. You’re just friends.

While you shower and get dressed, you try to come up with a plan on how to keep your cool and attempt to act normal today. Usually, you didn’t have to think about a thing when you hung out with Peter. But now, it’s different. Well, for you it is at least. For Peter, nothing has changed. But for you, it seems like everything has.

In the span of about fifteen minutes, Peter destroyed any chances of you two being together. Not that he said anything, but you just know. You just know he likes MJ.

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peterrparrkerr · 3 years

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Royal au - read on ao3

Tagging: @lokitonypeter @just-things-things @thegreenmetblue @someonepostedart @andacheesyoneliner @bluestarker @lilcoffeecup @useless-fanfictions-for-mcu @tnpt @sarcastich

Reign au!!

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Peter was nervous. He hadn't seen prince Steve in years. Not since they were both children.

He hides the shaking of his hands at his back as he walks towards the castle he once spent his summers in.

It seems smaller and more daunting all at once. Before, he hadn't known about the arranged marriage.

Now he does.

And with an attempted assassination at his back, Peter's only slightly overwhelmed at the prospect of calling this place home.

There's a welcoming party for him. Servents and maids, stable hands and kitchen staff all standing on either side of the gravel pathway that leads to the castle doors.

Peter takes a deep, shaky breath as he sees the king and queen step out. The king looks much older. Deeper wrinkles along the sides of his mouth and eyes, the skin of his cheeks not as plump as before. They sag just enough to be noticeable. And his hair is graying at the temples, thinner than Peter remembered.

"Is that what I have to look forward to, when I am king?" Peter murmured quietly, nerves getting the best of him.

"Of course not," Mj spoke at his side. "King Joseph rules with an iron fist and decite. Not to mention he has lived past two quarters of his life."

"I should hope I live that long," Peter huffed, looking from the king, to the queen. "We should have postponed until after the wedding."

The queen -Sarah- was just as Peter remembered her to be. Short, fair skinned and blond, just like Steve.

"Nonsense," Ned said, giving Peter a small nudge. "The festivities will take your mind off of all that comes with being the future king."

Peter huffs again, but begins making his way towards the royal couple. Mj and Ned are both behind him, on either shoulder.

"Where is the prince?" Ned asked quietly.

"I'm not sure," Peter said, grasping his hands more tightly. It had been so long, he wondered if Steve would even recognize him.

"Is that him?" Mj asked. Peter glances from the king and queen to the left, behind the wall of servents.

Peter blinked, a quiet exhale forced from his parted lips.

"No," Peter shook his head, eyes never leaving the man that made his way towards the welcoming party, taking his spot in the crowd.

"No, that's Tony," Peter breathed. He couldn't believe how Tony had grown.

"The king's bastard?" Ned asked, aghast. "He lives in the castle?

He was no longer the gangly kid with dark hair. No, Tony had grown into his limbs. His dark hair was styled artfully, and he even had facial hair now.

Peter almost stumbled from staring.

"Oh."

Peter pulled his attention from Tony to where Mj was looking, and his eyes widened.

Steve was walking towards them. He had grown too, in ways other than his half brother.

His shoulders were broad, hair even more blond than Peter remembered, and he had grown so tall.

Peter couldn't help the giddy smile that pulled at his lips, and he nearly broke out into a run to reach Steve.

It took everything in him not to, and the two met in the middle.

"I can't believe it," Steve spoke first, looking Peter over. "You've grown."

Peter doesn't know why that makes his cheeks burn. He shakes it off though.

"So have you, your grace," he replies. "Obviously. You didn't look like this ten years ago."

He hears Mj snicker behind him and he inwardly curses. But Steve just smiles.

"You can just call me Steve," he hums.

"I'm Peter."

A smile pulls at Steve's lips. "I remember."

*-*

It takes Peter a couple days to really settle into the new routine and scenery. Mj and Ned usually keep him company in his chambers, though they've been put to work helping out around the castle when their services aren't needed.

Peter feels a little misplaced still. He's used to running through the hallways with Steve, laughing and playing and being with each other from the time they woke up to the time they went to bed.

But Steve is the future king, and he has responsibilities. They speak during meals, and sometimes Peter catches him during the day and they talk -reminiscing about their shared summers.

But for most of the day, Peter is alone. He can't help but feel a sad sort of melancholy for the months before. It just reminds Peter that he's no longer a child.

He's the future king as well, and there's been many attempts on his life since he was young and naive.

"What are you doing out here all alone, Prince?"

Peter jumps, dropping the rocks he had been picking up from around the lake.

He turns to see Tony, the reins of a black horse in his hand as he makes his way over.

Peter blushes, noting his current state of undress. His belt, shoes and stockings are all on the grass, leaving Peter in nothing but a tunic.

His feet are covered in mud, shins wet from walking into the water.

"I, uh," Peter started, brushing his hands off on his tunic, transferring the dirt onto the fabric.

"I was just exploring," he winces. Not something a future king should be doing.

Tony smirks, and Peter's heart skips a beat. He had grown into a fine man.

"I see some things don't change," he says. Peter steps away from the lake and into the grass.

"What does that mean?" Peter asked, bending down to collect his things.

Tony gives a small shrug.

"Only that I remember you used to bring in little rocks and frogs when you were younger," he said. "You always gave the prettiest stones to Steve, and the frogs to me."

"If I remember correctly, you liked frogs," Peter countered, unsure why he felt the need to get defensive.

"I did," Tony agreed. "It is good to know you haven't changed."

"You have," Peter can't help but respond. "You've grown into your legs."

That makes Tony huff a laugh. Peter blushes deep red, cursing at himself and his mouth.

"Will I see you at the wedding?" Peter asked when Tony turned to leave.

Tony smiles and gives a small nod. "It is my half sister's wedding," he said. "Of course I'll be there."

Peter can't help but smile at that, and Tony climbs onto his horse. "I would get back to the castle soon, it'll be getting dark soon."

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The wedding is wonderful, and it does exactly what Ned said it would. Peter forgets all about his troubles as he dances.

At first, he dances with Mj and Ned, but Steve sweeps him off, practically pulling Peter off his feet.

Peter can't help but smile all night. He doesn't know the sister very well, seeing as she had a similar arrangement with her own betrothed. She was visiting her future husband's home in the summer months too.

As the night draws near its close, Mj grabs Peter's hand, a wide grin on her lips as she tugs Peter from the dance floor.

Ned is close behind, the three of them running down the dark halls.

Peter doesn't know where they're going, but he can't help but be relieved at the reprieve from the festivities.

The room Mj takes them to is small and cramped. Hidden behind a curtain. Peter has half the mind to ask Mj how she found it, but before he can, Mj pulls the small painting from the wall.

What lays behind it has Peter's eyes widening. Its the groom and bride, standing in a candle lit room with four other men.

There's a bed and a bath, and its easy for Peter to deduce whats happening.

"We're not allowed to see this," Peter whispered, turning to Mj. The girl rolled her eyes and nudged him.

"Dont you want to know what to expect on your own wedding night with Steve?" She asked.

Peter's already shaky resolve crumbles, and he turns his eyes back to the room, swallowing thickly.

"They have to watch?" Ned asks, on Peter's other side. Peter doesn't take his eyes off of the two newly married as they begin to pull at their clothes, soft and gentle.

Peter feels his cock fill at the sight of the man taking the princess -soon to be queen- to bed.

"They have to watch, to consumate their marriage," Mj whispered back, her eyes also transfixed.

Peter's aching in his tunic, and he can't help the flush to his cheeks, watching as the man pushes in gently, pushing out a breathy moan from the woman.

The three of them watch until the man cums, and Peter almost cums himself at the sight.

"Go, go, go," Mj whispered, quickly hanging the painting back up.

Peter does, rushing from their hiding place and taking to the stairs. He doesn't think he can make it back to his chambers. He may burst if he doesn't find a release.

He takes a right, then a left until he's so deep in the castle that the only people who might stumble upon him are the servents, and they're all busy with the festivities.

Peter gasps desperately as he leans into the wall, lifting his tunic up and pulling at the drawstring of his pants.

He closes his eyes and bites his lips as he finally gets his hand around his throbbing cock. It feels so good, Peter's knees nearly buckle.

He's so close to cumming in his pants, so focused on getting himself there, that he doesn't realize someone's walked in on him until a hand joins his own.

Peter's eyes snap open and he removes his hand, gasping as his eyes settle on Tony.

The man is close, his breath smelling like wine, dark eyes glinting and smirk tugging at his lips.

His hand squeezes around Peter's cock and he can't help but mewl, eyes rolling up into his head and hips pressing closer.

"Tony," Peter whimpered, rolling his hips. He can't help it. He's stupid on the need to orgasm, after watching the groom and bride, thinking about himself and Steve in that same position.

Its too much for Peter to handle.

"Shh," Tony murmurs, stroking Peter as he leans forward. "I'll take care of you, Prince."

Peter kisses Tony when the man's lips land on his. Hes worried he'll crumble to the ground if the wall weren't there for him to lean on.

Tony's facial hair scratches at Peter's mouth, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.

Tony moves in closer, practically supporting Peter's weight as he snakes his free arm around Peter's waist.

Peter tries to warn him, but all he manages to get out is a desperate keening noise that Tony eats up.

Peter cums hard into his pants and Tony's hand, which slicks up his movements further, drawing more pleasure.

"There you go, Prince," Tony praised against his mouth before moving to his jaw, still stroking Peter through his orgasm. "Thats it."

Peter doesn't know what came over him. He leans back against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Trying to collect his thoughts.

Tony removes his hand, now covered in cum, and smirks down at Peter.

Peter can't help but whimper at him, unsure of what exactly he should be feeling.

Tony grabs Peter gently by the chin, tilting his head up ever so slightly to plant the softest of kisses to Peter's kiss bruised lips.

"Good night, Prince."

#marvel #tony stark #peter parker #starker #ao3 #my writing #SFSummerBingo21 #steve rogers #spidershield

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sassycassie-s-writing · 3 years

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Under the Moon

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Avengers - Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Rating: PG/K+

Original Idea: I’ve been in a mood recently.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) I actually put forth a decent effort this time to make it as gender-neutral as possible. It’s probably not perfect but I tried.

^^^^^

A twinge in the muscles of my back jarred me from my sleep.

$#!+ did I forget again? I thought. Another spasm arched me off my mat. I fumbled through my bag for my phone. No service. Of course not. With shaking fingers, somehow I managed to unlock it. Moon Tracker was waiting for me on my home page. It launched and actually loaded, despite the lack of service.

Tonight’s Moon: Full read the screen.

I swore aloud. MJ didn’t wake.

Scrambling out of the tent, I stumbled through the dark to the tent next to ours. “Peter!” I hissed, knocking a knuckle against the tent pole. “Pete!”

I heard a groan. “What?” Peter complained.

“I need your help. I need you to come with me. Now.”

The tent he shared with Ned zipped open. Ned was curled up in a corner and clearly Peter had been sprawled out. Peter slipped out, barely managing to get into his sneakers, and zipped the tent shut behind him. “What’s goin’ on?” He yawned.

I recoiled as pain wracked through me. “We need to get away from camp—and I need you to web me to a tree,” I replied.

“What?”

“Now!”

My tone scared him into movement. He grabbed my hand and we ran from the campsite. I stumbled more than anything. My control over my own body was slipping. I moaned in pain. Peter looked back at me.

“What’s happening to your eyes?”

“No time to explain. Keep moving,” I panted.

We blindly wove through the woods until we were over a mile away. I found a sturdy tree and backed against it.

“Web me here,” I said. “Just cover me.”

“Why?”

I looked up. The moon was starting to peek above the hills, casting its light through the woods. “Just do it!” I cried out—stifling the sound as much as I could—and slammed into the tree. “Now!”

Peter’s webshooters activated and he spewed webs at me. I gave him a small smile.

Then I thrashed in pain—

And everything went black.

—

Peter stared as his friend’s body began to change. Claws broke through fingers. Fangs replaced teeth. A snout elongated from the face. Thick, brown-and-black hair sprouted. Pajamas started to disappear under the hair.

Until, instead of a human, Peter was staring at a wolf.

An enormous wolf. Easily twice the size of a regular wolf—and he’d found out that wolves were twice as big as he’d thought not too long ago—and covered in grey fur. The beast’s paws were wide and ended in long dark claws sharp enough to tear flesh like cotton candy. Thankfully they were positioned too awkwardly to reach the webs holding it.

“Gah! What the he—” He cut himself off as the wolf snarled at him, writhing against the webs. He applied another layer just to be safe. “Since—since—since when could you do—” The moonlight shone brighter, catching his attention. He peered up.

The moon was a massive disc—full and shining silver-white down against the tree trunk.

The wolf in front of him seemed transfixed by it, staring up with a melancholy whine softly escaping its throat. It tried again to escape the webs, but only half-heartedly.

Peter whooshed out a breath as realization struck him like a blow from the Hulk. “You’re a werewolf,” he whispered.

The wolf whimpered and then growled. Peter stepped back.

“I’m not sleeping tonight, am I?” He asked.

The wolf didn’t reply.

Which was probably a good thing, because if it did he probably would have screamed loud enough to wake up their friends over a mile away—and every big nasty in the forest. And he doubted his werewolf friend would protect him.

The wolf’s amber eyes were watching him suspiciously. But Peter just sat down and yawned again. “You and I have known each other for like ten years now. You’re in on my secret. Why didn’t you ever tell me yours?” He stared at the wolf, who was still seething at being trapped, but not fighting against the webs. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Again, the wolf made no reply. Just turned those amber eyes up to the moon. Peter looked up at it too. “Yeah. It’s beautiful. Especially on nights like tonight. When there aren’t any clouds.”

The wolf whined like a puppy—and Peter had to remind himself to not tear off the webs to cuddle into that thick, soft-looking fur. That werewolves probably didn’t have any human memories when they were in their wolf form. He leaned back on his hands. “You’re probably not gonna remember this, so I may as well tell you: I’ve actually had a crush on you since like seventh grade. I know we’ve been friends for longer than that but…” He shrugged. The wolf kept staring at the moon. “I don’t know. Something changed that year. I saw you in the gym with the ballroom dance club, teaching some poor dude how to waltz when I stayed late for robotics, and it was like this… like a lightbulb went off in my head. You know? Suddenly it was like I was really seeing you for the first time. Like I caught a glimpse of the best pieces of your soul.

“And I’ve never been the same since. Never looked at you the same way. I notice the grace you use when you move. Even if you’re clumsy sometimes. But I see your compassion too. Your care. Like once I started looking, I couldn’t stop.”

The wolf didn’t even react to him at all.

Peter sighed. “I’ll keep an eye on you tonight. I promise. You won’t be able to get out or hurt anything. It’ll be okay. I promise.”

—

I came to under the pale orange light of dawn. The last dregs of dissolving web fluid clung to my pajamas. I felt drained. Like I always did the morning after a full moon.

“Hey, you’re up!” Peter said happily. I turned. He was sitting on the forest floor a few feet away, using a Bunsen burner camping “stove” to heat a small pot of water. Two paper cups were sitting near him, plastic spoons poking out of the top. I slumped against the tree trunk. “I’m making some cocoa. Want some?”

I watched him pour the water in the cups, adding packets of cocoa mix and stirring carefully. I didn’t have the energy to actually reply.

He handed me one of the cups. “This should warm you up. It’s a little chilly.”

“Did you get any sleep?” I croaked.

“I did, actually. See, the thing is, my webs dissolve in two hours. On average, it takes fourteen minutes for a person to fall asleep, and a single sleep cycle is ninety minutes—hour and a half. So I used my webshooters to set timers. An almost-two-hour one to know when to replace the webs around you, and another to wake me up roughly an hour and forty-four minutes after I set it. So I slept between replacing your webs and I actually feel alright. Probably better than you anyway.”

I grunted agreement at that. I felt like I’d been trampled by a herd of elephants.

I tried a sip of the cocoa. Not too hot, but enough to warm my core. I sighed, content with the taste and warmth.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Peter asked quietly. I met his eyes. He had the expression of a sad puppy on his face.

I huffed a little, stirring my cocoa. “My secret isn’t like yours, Peter,” I said. “You keep your secret to keep the people you care about safe. I do too, but mine—mine is different. You’re keeping the people you love safe from villains who want to hurt you by hurting them. I’m keeping the people I care about safe from me. Because I’m… we’re classified as monsters, Peter. Werewolves, vampires—we’re referred to as monsters the same way humans are mammals. I never told you because what I can do… it’s worse than what you can do. You’re a superhero. I’m a lycanthrope. Yours is a mutation of your DNA. Mine is literally a curse. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you looking at me like I’m…”

“A monster?” Peter finished gently.

I almost growled at the word. “Yeah,” I admitted begrudgingly, taking a sip of my cocoa. “You have no idea how hard it is for someone like me to make or keep friends. I’ve spent most of my life super lonely. Then I met you and Ned and MJ and I felt like… like finally I could have some friends. I was turned into a werewolf when I was four-years-old, Peter. Thirteen years, I’ve suffered with this alone. My parents know but they don’t talk about it. They pretend like my curse doesn’t exist. Then I make friends for the first time in my life and still know, deep down, that I’ll never belong with them. Not really. Even when you told me about you, I knew I still wasn’t like you. I never would be. So I hoped I could just be friends as long as I could with you guys and… find a way to live with it when you all eventually left me.”

I downed the rest of my cup and stood. My joints ached.

“We should go back to camp before Ned and MJ wonder where we’ve gone,” I said.

Not waiting for Peter, I headed back the way we’d come, following my own scent through the trees, several hours old now, but doubly punctuated by Peter’s as he’d gone back to get the burner and the cocoa.

He caught up to me, jogging a little. “For the record, even though you scared the pants off of me last night when I saw you turn, I don’t think you’re a monster,” he said.

I managed a small smile. “Thanks,” I replied.

“And, also, I’m not going to leave you. You’re still my friend and I’m not scared. I can lift… like, a hundred times more than my body weight. I think I can handle you as a wolf. You’re not gonna hurt me and I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s… that’s a relief to hear,” I admitted. We kept hiking back. “Do I remember you saying you’ve had a crush on me since we were in seventh grade? Or did I dream that up?”

Peter swore under his breath. A normal person wouldn’t have heard it, but I did. Wolf’s hearing. “Uh… I think you dreamt that up,” he said.

Liar. But if he wasn’t ready to tell me human-face-to-human-face, I’d give him time. He’d taken my secret better than I could have asked for or anticipated. I could let him admit his feelings whenever he was ready. I owed him that much.

When we got back to camp, MJ was sitting on a tree stump, munching on some dry cereal. “Where have you two been all night?” she asked.

#Under the Moon #Spider-Man #spider-man imagine #spider-man fanfiction #spiderman #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman imagine #Spider Man #Spider Man Imagine #spider man fanfiction #Peter Parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #Avengers #avengers imagine #avengers fanfiction #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction

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ladycatofwinterfell · 3 years

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Raindrops, snowflakes, sunshine, part 3

Summary: Catelyn meets a northern boy in her algebra class during one of London’s many rainy days. Initially she doesn’t expect much, but this boy brings her a surprising amount of sunlight.

@leialannister and I discussed Scandinavian Starks and I realized I really wanted to write a fic so that’s what I did. Swedes depicted in media makes this Swede happy, and NedCat also makes me happy so why not combine it and publish him for everyone to see?

Ashara poked her head into the bathroom and squinted against the bright light. Catelyn got eye contact with her through the mirror and raised her eyebrows. Ashara had looked better. She was a beautiful woman, but at the moment she looked like seven hard years.

“Where are you going?”

“Did I say I’m going somewhere?” Catelyn asked.

She was going somewhere, but she hadn’t said a thing about it to Ashara and Cersei. She had planned to tell them about it, she really had, but then she had just never found an opportunity to do it. She had thought that she would be able to get out without them taking too much notice about it. That she thought because the two of them had a hangover from hell.

“You didn’t drink last night and you’re wearing makeup, you’re going somewhere.”

Catelyn turned around to look at her directly instead of through the mirror.

“I’m going out for coffee with Ned” she said.

Ashara smiled tiredly.

“You are?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m happy for you but I also hate you.”

Catelyn turned back to the mirror to examine her look a final time.

“What have I done to deserve that?”

Ashara leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Cersei and I are stuck here, hangover as fuck, but you’re all pretty and have a date with a cute guy.”

Ned had accepted her following request and Ashara and Cersei had deemed him cute based on the pictures he had. Not amazingly good looking, but definitely cute.

Together the two of them had also reached the conclusion that there was no trace of a partner on his social media. He only had pictures with more than two people in them, which made it hard to determine, but after careful consideration they had said that he didn’t seem to have a girlfriend. Which of course didn’t matter to Catelyn, but they had found it very interesting.

“Thanks, but it’s not a date.”

It definitely wasn’t a date, but she was looking good. Her skin was glowing, her hair cooperated. It was a perfect day.

“Then what is it?”

“I’m meeting a person for coffee, that’s what it is.”

Ashara rolled her eyes.

“That really just sounds like a coffee date, KitKat.”

She didn’t know when Cersei’s ridiculous nickname for her had stuck, but it annoyed her that it had. She had long since given up on trying to fight it. KitKat. Sometimes that was just who she was. A chocolate covered wafer bar.

“If you insist on it, fine, it’s a friend date.”

She walked past Ashara and out of the bathroom. The flat was gloomy and the air was heavy with the smell of what Catelyn guessed was lavender, but she wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter what scented candle it was that Ashara had lit, the only thing that mattered was that Catelyn had an intense dislike of it. She was glad for that she had a good reason to get out of there.

“Is he aware of that it’s a friend date?” Ashara questioned as she followed Catelyn to the hallway.

He had to be. She couldn’t imagine him wanting to date her because why would he want that? She hadn’t exactly made a good first impression. Or second impression. She had been given multiple chances and had managed to fuck it up every time.

“Yes. I don’t think he would want to date me anyway.”

“Why?”

Catelyn tried to keep her mind off the social missteps she had made during her conversations with Ned. If she started thinking about that she would die. Well, she wouldn’t die, but she would have some trouble getting herself to their… friend date. And if she actually managed to get there she would have a very hard time looking at him.

“There’s no need to talk about that.”

A sly grin appeared on Ashara’s face.

“No need to talk about it, huh? Why’s that?”

“I’m an idiot, that’s all there is to say.”

“That isn’t like you.”

“My brain abandoned me somewhere in the middle, I don’t know.”

Catelyn really didn’t want to be that person, but she was smart. She was book smart and also did well in social situations. She was simply overall smart. Therefore she would have liked to know what it was about Ned that made her act like she had never spoken to a person before. What about him was so terribly special that she couldn’t use her brain? He wasn’t special, the only thing that made him stand out from the other people in her life was that he was Swedish. And there were literally millions of other Swedes.

“Good luck with your friend date” Ashara said when Catelyn opened the door to leave.

“Have fun here” Catelyn responded.

She was once more very happy for that she was going out instead of staying inside feeling like a corpse all day.

“We’re gonna order pizza, it’ll be great.”

Catelyn didn’t believe Cersei was awake and based on Ashara’s yawn she she guessed she would go back to bed for a little longer as well.

“Save me a slice.”

“Can’t promise anything.”

“Come on.”

“That’s what you get for ditching us for a guy.”

“Is it somehow my fault that you’re hangover?”

“Cat, honey, shut up and let me be a little bit jealous over your date.”

Why was she jealous? She had a girlfriend. And it still wasn’t a date, Ashara knew that. Catelyn would get no boyfriend out of meeting Ned for coffee.

“You have a girlfriend, go on a date with her.”

“I can’t date anyone in this condition.”

“I want dinner no matter your condition.”

Ashara almost pushed her out the door.

“Don’t keep the Swede waiting.”

“Hey, I need–“

The door shut before she had finished her sentence. She supposed it was for dramatic effect, but it wouldn’t really work as Ashara had pushed her out before she could take her bag and phone. So she opened the door and went back inside.

“Did you not get my hint?” Ashara chuckled. “I was telling you to leave.”

Catelyn snatched her bag up from where it stood on the floor just next to the door.

“I appreciate your attempt at recreating a scene from a shitty movie, but I needed my bag.”

“I knew something would ruin it.”

“Want to try again?”

Ashara looked like she actually considered it for a moment, but then she scrunched up her face.

“Nah, it wouldn’t be the same” she said.

“Sorry for ruining it.”

“I hate you now.”

Catelyn descended the stairs, cursing the fact that the lift was still broken. She didn’t even know how long it had been since it broke. Weeks, maybe months. And when it actually worked it worked for five days at a time anyway. Catelyn was a world champion when it came to running in stairs. She was nowhere near patient enough to simply walk down those stairs, that took way too long.

When she had stepped out on the street she heard her phone’s text signal and smoothly fished it out of her bag. It was a message from Ned. She had got his number after they started following each other on Instagram so that they could have more direct contact.

Is it fine if Oden comes?

Her lips curled into a smile, he wanted to bring his dog. That felt like an honor. She didn’t know if it was, but it certainly felt that way. And she was fine with his dog. It was a large dog, she wasn’t a fan of large dogs. But Oden seemed very polite.

Yeah, it’s no problem

Okay, see you soon

See you soon

She put her phone away again and happily walked towards the subway. She had hoped it would be sunny, it was not. Maybe it would have been if she hadn’t thought of it. The weather seemed to work that way. But it wasn’t raining, and according to her weather app it wouldn’t. It was just cloudy. Which was fine. Cloudy was fine. But it made her a little sad because her hair was at its best with some sunlight at it, if she could say so herself.

She arrived there before Ned. The bookshop was closed Sundays so she couldn’t browse for books while waiting. So she looked at her phone for a bit, tried not to stare at people walking past her. She didn’t know where he lived, so she had no idea about from which way he would come.

But before she knew it he was standing in front of her with Oden next to him.

“Hey” he said.

She smiled.

“Hi.”

“I hope Oden isn’t a problem.”

She crouched down slightly and scratched Oden between his ears.

“Not at all. We’re best friends, right, Oden?”

Not that a dog could answer her, but it seemed like he liked her. He wagged his tail. She didn’t speak dog, but she believed that meant he was happy. Or at least he didn’t hate her.

“He trusts you” Ned said.

She had been joking, but she saw no sign of that he was.

“I’m sorry, I’m bad with dogs, how can you tell that?”

“Oh that’s not about dogs overall, it’s just Oden. He usually doesn’t let people touch his head. His brothers and sisters were a bit mean to him, and they would chew on his ears so he’s sensitive in that area.”

Catelyn previously hadn’t believed that she would ever reach the point in her life where a dog trusted her. She didn’t like dogs, and dogs didn’t like her. It had been that way for as long as she could remember. And still she stood there with a dog who according to his owner trusted her.

“I really do not deserve that” she said dismissively. “At all.”

Ned looked at her for a moment before answering. She looked back into his eyes. Grey. They were grey. And she was certain of that she wouldn’t forget it that time around. Even more so she hoped they wouldn’t go so long without seeing each other that she had time to forget again. But she wouldn’t let that happen.

“I think you do.”

Maybe she was blushing. She had no idea. All she knew was that he was very sweet and that she liked that about him.

“Thank you.”

She had probably held eye contact with him for longer than appropriate but he didn’t seem to mind. When she snapped out of it and averted her eyes, turning her gaze to the street instead.

“Where do you want to go?” she asked.

Ned sighed.

“I’m going to confess something” he then said. “I don’t know a lot about coffee, where I come from we drink it plain and black. So you pick wherever you like.”

Interesting that he had asked her out for coffee then. Maybe that was simply the first thing that had come to his mind when he asked her.

“Okay. Well, this isn’t my part of the city, I’m rarely here, but if we walk around the area I’m sure we’ll find something good.”

She was only there when she was at the bookshop. She had no other reason to be there, she only knew they had a good bookshop there.

“Sounds good.”

They started walking down the street with Oden ahead of them.

“Don’t you have coffee shops in Sweden?” Catelyn said.

It seemed so much like an exaggerated stereotype that she couldn’t really believe it. Sweden wasn’t all winter and woods, was it? They had cities and in cities there were coffee shops. Or so she believed. Maybe Sweden was a stranger country than she had initially thought.

“We have in the cities, but my family is from the country side so I didn’t have easy access to them. I learned to drink my coffee black. In the wrong company you could get shamed for drinking it with a little bit of milk.”

“Really?”

“Proper people drink their coffee black” Ned said in a heavy Swedish accent.

Catelyn couldn’t keep herself from laughing and he smiled.

“I drink my coffee black too sometimes” she said. “But that’s mostly when I’m too tired to put anything in it because I’m studying.”

“Everyday I thank myself for quitting math.”

“I get you, sometimes it’s all pain, but I like it.”

“I’m a bit jealous, I wish I was good at it.”

She was somewhat flattered by that. So he wanted something that she had too, she wasn’t the only one who was a bit jealous of the others talents? Maybe she was a bad person for feeling that. She didn’t really care.

“Do you?”

“I have always admired academic people, but I’m definitely not one of them. My brain’s not wired that way.”

“That’s funny, because I thought the same thing about you when you said that you draw” she confessed. “I wish I was good at that.”

Ned didn’t answer, so she looked at him to see if something had happened. He didn’t look back at her, seemingly deep in thought. Which confused her. Had what she said really been that thought inducing? She didn’t believe so. They stopped at a red light, waiting for the light to turn green so that they could cross the street. The moment she wasn’t walking she realized her hands were getting quite cold. She should have brought gloves, she realized as she stuck them in her pockets.

“I could teach you, if you’d like” he offered.

By then she had almost forgotten that she was talking to someone.

“What?”

“I could teach you, if you’d like” he repeated. “I’m not amazing, and I don’t know how good I am at teaching, but I can try.”

Catelyn wasn’t a person who lost her tongue. She could always talk, even in situations where she got nervous or embarrassed. She always had her words. That wasn’t always something she considered positive, but it was true. Though she believed that what she felt then was the closest thing to speechlessness she would ever come.

They had only met a few times, that was the first time they had actually agreed to meet up. They didn’t know each other too well, they were only acquainted with each other. And still Ned offered to teach her. Still he offered to help her learn something she had wanted to learn for many years.

“Would you do that?” she asked, feeling herself smile.

“If you want to, sure” he responded, shrugging as if it was no big deal.

“I have nothing to give you in return, but thank you. I would love to do that.”

“You don’t need to give me anything in return, it’s just a fun thing.”

It could definitely be a fun thing.

The light turned green and together with the other people who had gathered at the crossing they hurried across the street with Oden leading the way.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“What? No, I’m not cold at all” she lied.

There was no need to fuss about that. She was just too stupid to dress for the weather. Maybe she should have learned to after having been alive for quite some time, but she never seemed to do so. Her father would have shook his head if he could have seen her, he had always stooped her in the door and given her a hat and a pair of gloves.

“Are you sure? Because it really seems like it.”

She should have taken a scarf and a pair of gloves, she could definitely admit to that, but it was a little too late to think of it then.

“What makes you think I’m cold?”

“The fact that your shoulders are up at your ears and your hands are very deep down in your pockets.”

“Okay, I’m a little cold, but it’s nothing.”

If she hadn’t known herself as well as she did she would have looked in her bag to see if she by any chance had a pair of gloves in it. But she did know herself, and was therefore aware of that she would never put gloves in her bag. Looking was therefore unnecessary.

To her great horror he first handed her Oden’s leash, and then took of his own gloves off before offering them to her.

“Ned, there’s no need for that, you really don’t have to” she protested. “You shouldn’t have to be cold because I’m bad at wearing enough clothes.”

Ned didn’t listen to that. He merely took Oden’s leash back and instead gave her the gloves. When he did so his hand touched hers and she felt how warm it was. It could just have been the contrast to her frozen hand, but it felt like he was very warm. They would have made a good match if they were dating in that sense.

“God, your hands are warm” she said.

“I know, that’s why you need the gloves a lot more than I do” he said. “Put them on.”

The need to get her hands warmed up came out victorious in the fight against the want to keep protesting. And she was actually very grateful for the gloves when she put them on and felt an instant relief. They were way too large, but they were a lot better than nothing.

“Thank you, this is very kind of you, but never leave your dog in my hands again. He’s a nice dog, I like him, but I draw the line there.”

“Okay, thank you for letting me know.”

“I’m usually not this bad at planning” she then said, feeling that she had to defend some of what little dignity she had left.

“Just like you’re usually not late?” he quipped, obviously amused by her words.

So he remembered that, did he? That hadn’t been a lie, she was always on time. But the latter was a truth with modifications. She was a good planner, but not when it came to dressing for the weather.

“Yes, like that. I don’t know what has gotten into me lately.”

“I hear that’s what London does to you if you stay here for too long.”

“I think it’s Britain overall, it’s been too long since I was home.”

How long had it been since she visited home? It must have been in the beginning of the summer and at the moment it was the middle of autumn.

“Where are you from?” he asked. “More specifically.”

“Galway. Where are you from?”

“I doubt you would know it, most Swedes don’t know it. It’s a small town. And we didn’t even live in that small place, we lived a bit away from it.”

He was right, she knew exactly two Swedish cities. The two largest ones. And he said he was from a small place earlier so she had known it wasn’t one of those, but it had seemed polite to ask.

“I know Stockholm and Gothenburg, which one is it closest to?”

“Good question, uhm… Gothenburg, I think. But it’s about the same distance to both of them. It’s close to the Norwegian border, not too far from Sweden’s largest lake.”

Just then she realized that she knew absolutely nothing about Swedish geography. She had no idea about the name of the largest lake or where in the country it was. And knowing it was close to the Norwegian border didn’t exactly help, Sweden did have a long border towards Norway. That she knew.

“I’m completely lost” she admitted. “You’ll have to show me on a map.”

Ned laughed.

“Absolutely, but then you’ll have to show me Galway on a map. I have no idea about where that is” he said.

“Don’t you know Galway? There’s eighty thousand people living there.”

“I have heard of Galway, I just don’t know where it is!” he said defensively.

“Okay, small town boy” she chuckled.

He pulled a face at her, making her laugh even more.

“I know I’m not the most academic person, but you’re being unfair, big city girl.”

Catelyn smiled.

“Small town isn’t negative. I like small towns. They have an atmosphere and a feeling that cities don’t have.”

She thought of her grandparents’ house in the country side. She had been there all the time when she was a child, sometimes she had thought it was better there than in the city. Wherever Ned was from was probably lovely.

“Small towns are very different from London” he said. “My siblings dreamed of leaving, but I liked it there. It was calm, not much happened. A good place to make art.”

“You said your older brother lives here, right?”

“Yes. My brother Brandon lives here. I have two younger siblings, as well. A sister, Lyanna, and a brother, Benjen. They’re back in Sweden with my parents. Do you have siblings?”

“I have a younger sister, Lysa, and a little brother, Edmure. He’s twelve, he thinks I’m a total nerd for studying math. He thinks I should get a cool degree instead, like criminology. He still calls a lot and wants to come here to visit though.”

“Despite that you’re a nerd?” Ned chuckled.

“Yeah, despite that I’m a nerd. Apparently I’m still likable and a pretty okay older sister.”

“You’re likable. Och vacker.”

The first thing she understood perfectly, but those last two words she didn’t know. That was Swedish. Why had he started speaking Swedish suddenly? And what did it mean?

“Thank you, but I’m sorry, I don’t know what that second thing means” she said.

Ned gave her a look. She didn’t know what that meant either. There were many things about him that she didn’t know or understand.

“It was nothing” he said.

“No, that wasn’t nothing. If it was nothing you would have told me what it meant” she said, nudging him in the side. “Come on, tell me!”

“No.”

“You’ve made me cur–“

“This might be a good place, don’t you think?”

Catelyn shut her mouth and looked up to see that he was right, that was a coffee shop. She wasn’t sure of exactly where they were, she didn’t recognize it so she had probably never been there before. But they had coffee and that was the only criteria she had.

“You wait here with Oden, I can go inside and order” she said. “What do you want?”

“You already know what I want.”

“Are you sure you don’t want something more fun?”

“Proper people drink their coffee black, big city girl” he reminded her.

She laughed and then took off the gloves, handing them to him.

“Thanks for letting me borrow them, I’ll be back out in a few minutes.”

She opened the door and was met by a wave of heat. It was quite crowded, seemed like everyone had decided to get coffee at the same time. She placed herself at the end of the long line and then took her phone out of her bag, immediately taking up a translator. And then found that she couldn’t remember what that word was that he had said. Or those words. She was pretty sure of that there had been two words, but she couldn’t for her life remember what they were. And it annoyed her. It was annoying that he refused to tell her. Had it been something really insulting? But why would he say something insulting, she didn’t believe she had done anything to deserve that.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee was one she had mixed feelings for. She had worked in a coffee shop for almost a year, and had quit just before starting to take classes that autumn as her working schedule didn’t work out with the classes, and she wasn’t allowed to change it. Coffee was a good scent, but some of her worst interactions with other people had also happened in that environment. She had to get a new job though, she was starting to run low on money.

When it came down to it she got him a latte because she couldn’t bring herself to order black coffee. It was too boring, she had to teach him to drink other kinds of coffee as well.

“What do I owe you?” he asked when she came back outside.

“Nothing, it’s on me this time. And you didn’t get black coffee” she informed him.

“I knew it. Is it a latte?”

“It is a latte.”

“I’ll accept it.”

“You sure you won’t get all soft from the steamed milk?” Catelyn said teasingly.

He took a sip from his mug.

“If I don’t survive the winter it’s your fault.”

“I’ll be sure to let your family know that.”

“Thank you, I’m sure it will bring them much comfort as they’re grieving me.”

“Most definitely.”

“Do you want the gloves?” Ned asked when they started walking again.

She didn’t know where they were going, and she supposed he didn’t either. Just walking could be nice too.

“No, I’m good. I have the warm mug now, and besides they’re your gloves, you should have them.”

“I’ll bring an extra pair next time.”

He wanted to see her more times. Things couldn’t be going bad then, could they? He liked her as well as she liked him.

“Or maybe we’ll see each other indoors” she suggested.

“That works too.”

They crossed a street once more and came out to a park. Why had she never been in that park before? It was a nice park and it was probably even better in summer. She would have to remember that. Maybe she could go there with Ned again. Or she could take Ashara and Cersei there. They went to parks all the time in the summer.

“What do you do in your spare time?” Ned asked.

“If you’re fishing for hobbies now I won’t be able to give you anything. When I don’t study I read, and spend time with my flat mates, occasionally I go to a pub or meet up with other friends. Well, I bake a lot, does that count as a hobby?”

She was actually a quite good baker, but when she thought of it she lived a very boring life. She didn’t consider it boring, she liked it as it was, but it wasn’t anything spectacular. There wasn’t much variation.

“Why wouldn’t it count as a hobby?”

“I don’t–“

Suddenly he almost fell to the side and therefore right into her. Warm coffee splashed over both of them as she stumbled over her own feet. She would have fallen over if he had not quickly dropped her mug in order to grab her arm and hold her upright.

At first she didn’t understand what had happened or why he had lost his feet, but then she realized that it was Oden that had suddenly pulled at his leash.

“För i helvete, Oden!” Ned exclaimed before turning to her. “I’m so sorry, he must have seen a squirrel or something.”

She looked at him, coffee all over his chest area, then looked down at herself. She had equally as much coffee, if not more, all over her. Had she not worn her coat it probably would have burned her.

Catelyn closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again.

“It’s fine, it wasn’t intentional. And no major harm was done.”

She hoped the stains would go away in the washing machine. Otherwise she wouldn’t be that happy, but she still couldn’t be angry at anyone. Neither Ned nor Oden had done it on purpose. And it wasn’t like he didn’t also have coffee all over him.

“Jag visste att jag inte skulle ha tagit med dig” Ned muttered to Oden. “Varför kan du inte bete dig när det behövs?”

The dog stood before them, looking at them with puppy eyes. Seemingly wondering why they had just stopped the walk. When Catelyn met his eyes he tilted his head, wagging his tail.

“And that means?”

“He’s not like this usually, I have no idea about what has gotten into him” he said apologetically.

She believed he had chosen to ignore her question and that wasn’t the translation for what he had said, but she couldn’t be sure about that as she didn’t know a single Swedish word.

“It’s okay, really. Accidents happen.”

He was still holding her arm, and they were standing quite close to each other. There was still some distance between them, but it was far less than when they had been walking. She was blushing, she could feel her cheeks burn. Why did she have to blush, why was that her first reaction to everything?

He noticed just seconds after she did and let go of her arm, then he backed away a step, avoiding her eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pay for the coffee?” he asked, sounding deeply troubled about it all.

“I’m sure. Next time coffee’s on you, it’ll even out.”

Ned sighed.

“I really feel like I should in some way compensate you for this.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

It felt somewhat ridiculous to stand there and talk about whether or not he should pay her for the coffee while both of them were dripping with it.

She would have laughed if she hadn’t wanted to disappear into the ground, never to appear again. Both because of the ridiculousness of the situation and because it was so far from how it had played out in her head when she had thought about it beforehand. Nowhere in her imaginations had she come up with a scenario where they stood in a park together with his dog, both of them having coffee all over themselves. She should have expected it though. Of course she couldn’t see him one time without something happening.

“Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again–” he started.

“Why wouldn’t I want to see you again?”

His expression changed from a very anxious one to one that indicated that he believed that she had completely lost it.

“Because I poured almost all of my coffee on you?”

“I poured coffee all over you too, this goes two ways. Oh God, we look ridiculous.”

She could always take some comfort in that they were looking ridiculous together.

“I know, I can see you clearly” he responded dryly.

As if he didn’t look just as stupid as she did.

"Take a good look then, small town boy. I've never looked better."

She had probably never looked worse. At least when it came to her clothes. It was a good outfit, but the stains didn't really go with it.

"Det är ingen dålig syn."

The whole Swedish thing was fun, she liked hearing him speak his first language, but she was also already tired of not always understanding what he was saying. Communicating in Swedish didn't really work though because she didn't know a word in that language, otherwise she wouldn't have minded at all.

"I'm sorry, Swedish is a fine language, but I don't understand and this time you'll have to translate for me."

"That feels deeply unnecessary."

There was something about the look he had after he had said it that made her even more curious. Like a child who was pretending he wasn't guilty of something he had obviously done and was having a hard time keeping the mask up. What was he saying to her? And why did he refuse to translate it?

"Well, this has been very nice, but I suppose we'll have to continue some other time, because we're both in need of a change of clothes" she said.

She crouched down and picked up the mugs they had dropped. Then she walked over to a nearby trash can and tossed them in it.

"Once again, I'm very sorry” he said.

"There's not much to do about it, so no need to feel sorry."

They began making their way back towards where they had met up, trying very hard to pretend they were not covered in coffee. They actually managed to pass by fairly unnoticed, Catelyn only saw one person give them a look as they walked past. And that wasn't strange, she had seen so much weirder things than two people who had clearly had a little accident while living in London. Maybe it even passed as some sort of fashion statement. When it had just happened it hadn't felt like it, but it could have been worse. A lot worse. She still wanted to disappear from the face of earth when she thought about it, but at the same time she knew that it was definitely a thing she could get over. It had been an accident, it wasn't something she had done or said. That was always an improvement from the times they had met in the bookshop.

"Except for the mess I had a pretty good time" she smiled when they arrived at where they would walk different ways.

"We'll have to do it again without that part" he agreed.

"Indoors" she added.

"I'll bring extra gloves in the future, just in case we need to go somewhere."

She snorted, wondering if he really was that much of an outdoor person.

"That works too."

They fell quiet after that, unsure of what to do. What was appropriate? Could she hug him? That was what seemed most reasonable to her as a handshake was way too formal but she still needed to say goodbye in some way. Hugging also felt most natural to her. Though she couldn't be sure of that he was a hugger. She had never been more thankful for her phone ringing. Maybe a few times, but she was happy to hear her ringtone in that moment. She didn't have to answer it, but it gave her a little more time to figure out what to do.

"I should probably check who it is, I'm sorry" she said apologetically.

She wished she could have just taken up her phone, but it had somehow disappeared underneath everything else she had in the bag. Old receipts, two pairs of sunglasses, a charger, her wallet, a box with a broken bracelet that she had intended to get fixed, some pads. And that was only some of it. How had her phone managed to get down under all that? And when had she put all that crap in the bag? When she finally managed to find it she saw Edmure's name and picture on the screen, and she answered the call with a small smile on her face.

"Uncle wants to know if you're coming home for Christmas" her brother's little voice informed her before she had time to answer.

"Hello to you too, Ed" she chuckled.

"Are you coming home for Christmas?"

It was more than a month and a half until Christmas, why did Uncle Brynden want to know that already? And why wasn't he calling her instead of making Edmure do it? They had regular contact, why hadn't he asked her when they talked the day before?

"I am, but why does he want to know that now?"

"He said why, but I forgot to listen, I just know he told me to ask you that."

She had to keep herself from laughing again by biting down on her tongue. It didn't get easier when she locked eyes with Ned who proceeded to wave back at her despite that they were a meter away from each other.

"Okay."

She would have to call him later and see what it was about.

"What are you doing?" Edmure continued, quickly moving past Christmas.

"I'm out with a friend."

"Is it Ashara or Cersei? Or one of your other friends?"

"His name is Ned, you haven't met him."

There was a short pause from Edmure's side.

"Can I say hello to him?" he then asked.

She could imagine him in his room back in Galway. Sitting at his desk in front of the window of the room, picking at the flaking blue paint on his chair, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. He was always like that when she told him about new people.

"Do you want to say hello to my brother?" she said to Ned.

He shrugged.

"Sure, why not?"

She put Edmure on speaker and then held up the phone.

"Alright, you can say hello now, Ed."

"Hello, Ned."

Ned leaned forward slightly to answer.

"Hello, Edmure."

"Are you and my sister actually friends or are you her boyfriend?"

Ned raised his eyebrows in surprise and she felt the moment she stopped breathing, her eyes going wide.

"Pardon?"

"And that's enough!" Catelyn interrupted, quickly taking Edmure off speaker and putting the phone to her ear again. "Say hello to everyone back home and tell them I love them, bye!"

"But–"

She pressed the button to end the call. There was the reason for why not. She should have seen that one coming, she should have known. She could have spared them both the humiliation if she had just thought it through a second time. Edmure didn't have many boundaries, she had hoped that would grow away when he got older, but it never did. Though he still had some years left before he was a lost case, he was only twelve, after all.

"I had no idea that was going to happen, please forgive me" she said in a low voice as she put her phone back in her bag.

If she looked at him she wouldn't be able to see him again. She would have to delete his contact in her phone and erase every proof of that they had ever met.

"My older brother and my sister are exactly like that, I get you."

She had a feeling of that he wasn't looking at her either, but rather up at the sky.

"There's always some comfort in not being alone, I guess."

"There is."

She took a deep breath and then went in for a quick hug. Based on the way his whole body tensed at first she thought it had been a miscalculation from her side, but then he laid his free arm arm over her back and hugged her back. They were only in contact for a few seconds, but during that short time she once more got to feel how warm he was. His future girlfriend would be lucky to have him in the winter, it was nice. He was nice, all of him.

"We'll have to see each other again" she said when they parted.

"Definitely. Will I hear from you in the near future?"

Catelyn scratched Oden behind one ear. He had patiently been standing still and waiting while they had been standing there and talking. Why weren't all dogs like him? She would have liked them a lot better if they were

"You’ll hear from me as soon as I know when I can. Take care."

"You too."

She threw a glance over her shoulder when they walked separate ways. She did so every few seconds until Ned and Oden had disappeared behind a corner and she could no longer see them. She sighed, that sure had been a lot. They had done quite well, she would like to lay the blame with Oden and Edmure for that it had gone as it did. In the future she wouldn't answer any calls from Edmure while she was around people, it was better that way. Much better. When was back home and had climbed up all the stairs to the sixth floor she was met by ABBA. She hadn't even opened the door yet, but she could clearly hear "Dancing Queen". They were probably watching Mamma Mia!, Ashara loved that movie. Catelyn was almost positive she herself had seen the movie half a hundred times just because Ashara put it one at least once a week.

"What the hell did you do in order to look even more like crap than we do?" Cersei asked when she caught sight of her. "Really, what happened to you, KitKat?"

She felt like she was doing a walk of shame. Except for that she hadn't had sex with anyone, she had just spilled coffee all over herself and the person she had been meeting with. She needed fresh clothes. And dinner, she was starving.

"I don't want to talk about it right now, I need a while to process the whole thing."

"Sounds like a successful date" Ashara hummed to the tune of the chorus of the song.

"It was eventful, if nothing else.”

"There's pizza for you in the fridge, if that makes anything better."

Catelyn stopped to look at her, almost believing that she would start crying over some pizza.

"Really?"

"Yeah, go wild."

"I love you, I'll join you in a minute, I just need to change my clothes."

#catelyn stark #catelyn tully #ned stark #ned x cat #ashara dayne #cersei lannister #edmure tully #my fic #raindrops snowflakes sunshine #im sorry its so late editing took a lot longer than i expected #but here you have nedcat oden and edmure #aka sugar and spice and everything nice

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Spider-Man: No Way Home - Review

At 10:30am I sat in a cinema, a tad concerned that there was people sitting next to me, ready to watch something we had been anticipating for a long time. Marvel and Sony's most ambitious crossover story had finally arrived, so now I can review it

Obviously, there will be spoilers for this movie, so go and watch it (warning though, the 'second post-credits scene' is not a post-credits, it's a trailer for another movie)

So it's no surprise that I enjoyed this movie, but alas it wasn't the best Spider-Man movie as it could have been, definitely a strong showing but it had some messy content too: which I will get into.

What wasn't great about the movie

Please bear in mind that while these are criticisms, these are not dealbreakers in my enjoyment of the movie, they're more observations that made me pause a little.

The Usual Problem of Trailer Content While the trailers did do a good job in keeping most of the trailer content in the first half of the movie, I will stay consistent and say that there were some scenes in the trailers modified in the movies. It didn't change the tone of the plot but still, it's a nuisance to promote something that's not in the movie.

Flash Thompson is just terrible I've had a bit of a mixed feeling towards MCU's version of Eugene 'Flash' Thompson, but No Way Home did nothing to help that. The guy's main character point is that as much as he's a dick to Peter, he is Spider-Man's biggest fan; he believes in him, he admires his strive and commitment. So it sucked that when he found out Peter was Spider-Man the first thing he did was seek to profit from it: writing a book and pretending to be Peter's best friend, without getting any of the harassment, cancel culture or negativity his actual friends did - it's off is what it is. Plus it makes little sense why Peter needs to go through Flash to plea his application to MIT - which Flash somehow got into despite all this profiteering.

The First Act is perhaps a little too slow One can understand starting the movie where Far From Home left off, however, it left a lot of repetitive stuff of Peter and co being treated differently now that everyone knows he's Spider-Man. For some reason though Peter's charges are dropped thanks to Matt but Stark Industries is taken down because the drones are Stark's (also we do no service towards actually clearing Peter's name, like it should be really easy to prove that Mysterio was lying) so it basically kills off all of Peter's AI advantage, but he can still use the spider-limbs that one time. It is necessary, but it's annoying that it took so much time out of the movie AND that the straw that broke the camel's back is going to MIT, it did feel like there were worse times where MJ and Ned suffered which could've warranted Peter going to Dr. Strange better. We could've sped through the initial aftermath and gotten to the same destination.

The film still struggles to leave Tony Stark's shadow A common criticism of the MCU Spider-Man is how most of his stories still end up revolving around Tony Stark in some way: Vulture and Mysterio being disgruntled Stark-haters and Peter uses Stark tech in his suit. While No Way Home will end the Stark dependency, much of its Second Act ends up being due to Tony Stark's tech: the Fabricator. This magic 3D Printer thing becomes key to Doc Ock being 'healed' - not to mention how the nanotech of Stark's suit is what nullifies Doc Ock's tentacles - as well as providing an Arc Reactor for Electro to use, while not as blatant as prior movies, I am tired of Stark being the reason for Spider-Man's success and enemies.

They got rid of the Goblin Mask! Green Goblin's suit in the Raimiverse was cartoony yes, but it also fit the manic alternate personality Norman had within him. To shatter it really early in the film did make me feel a little sad, not to mention replacing it simply with some goggles and a hood like Harry's Raimi Goblin, which of course looked less striking, would've been cooler to keep it around, or even remake it.

Some major characters felt wasted It can't be much of a surprise given the massive amount of character and famous actors in this movies, so unfortunately some characters fall through the cracks. The biggest letdown in that is Lizard, his arrival is him already captured, then he spends most of the movie hiding in a van until the fights happen, given how he was a similarly tragic character to the Raimi villains it was a shame that Lizard didn't really get some time to flesh himself out. Similar criticism can be said for Happy and MJ; while they're present a lot in the movie they do little in the grand scale, watching others do the thing. Also Dr Strange, while it isn't his movie of course he is a key part of why this is happening, so it's surprising that after their mirror dimension fight he's just gone until he needs to properly clean up the mess.

Sandman's motivations to turn are weak I can understand Sandman wanting to go home, and I can understand him not fully trusting Holland's Peter, but Flint deciding to fight with the villains on the Statue of Liberty was, daft. He wants to go home right? He's supposed to be a crook with a heart and yet he acts pretty heartless towards Holland, and then when Tobey is here he shows zero sympathy there either, almost drowning him in his own sand. Sandman could've easily just been a hero that the villains neutered like Norman 'curing' him before his deception was revealed to keep him off the board.

Aunt May felt kinda fridged The idea of making Aunt May's death the Uncle Ben for Holland didn't land for me. Marisa Tomei put on a good performance for her death but we already saw this from the PS4 game and this death does kinda come out of the blue, only to serve a moment where Tobey gets stabbed stopping Holland from killing Norman. I can understand the direction, but it did feel like we put Aunt May in the fridge, not so long after Peter got over Tony's death, to make him vengeful towards the end.

Tobey barely encounters Norman While Garfield got some time to chat with Max and Tobey time with Octavius and Flint, it was a shame we didn't retread the baggage that comes with Tobey's Peter and Norman. A minor shame, but still one, especially since he steps in to stop Holland from killing Norman. They don't even exchange in dialogue, despite how a lot of Tobey's character baggage with MJ and Harry come from his confrontation with Norman, we don't get closure on that.

'I was kinda hoping you were black' Small thing but I felt it kinda unnecessary for Max to say this to Garfield. I mean Into the Spider-verse is one of the most popular Spider-Man films, we know about Miles Morales (and very much enjoy his version of Spider-Man), this quote just felt a little bit forced to me, especially if the MCU doesn't intend to build on it.

The Spell's rules are broken almost instantly Remind me, when did Electro find out that Spider-Man was Peter? Better yet, when did Tom Hardy's Venom? Strange said that those were the parameters and yet they still showed up. The spell itself is wonky from the start anyway, it's clear that parameters can be set since Strange has done this spell before which he can remember but not Wong but why do the old parameters still stay mid casting? Why couldn't Strange just cancel the initial versions of the spell like he has done with other versions, it is for lack of a better explanation a convenient plot device. As a result of this spell too it was weird also that Lizard and Octavius don't remember their repenting but it was implied that it was before their defeat. Then came the retcon when suddenly it's okay for the symbiote to stay around, and the idea that everyone will just 'forget' is not so airtight.

According to Jameson's post-battle report, they still remember Spider-Man's actions, just that they don't know it's Peter, so surely people will still connect the dots. Ned, Happy and MJ don't just forget that they worked alongside Spider-Man after all? So wouldn't Ned and MJ retain knowledge of the places they hanged with Spider-Man, remember being with Aunt May and Spider-Man? It seems a bit too convenient that the spell picks and chooses this way. Also there's still that huge mural in his high school, does that get erased? I mean it belongs in-universe so it can't be retconned right? There'd also still be paperwork; blogs, articles, paper trails, Matt Murdock's consultant fees, arrest warrants, negotiation tapes, Mysterio's video, the spell may've erased Peter Parker from memory but there's still physical evidence of his existence and his appearance.

The Ending is a Downer While I expect MJ and Ned to return in the later sequels - since Holland is signed for 2 more movies - it was a bit of a sour taste that we went as close as the MCU could get with the infamous 'One More Day' plot - the main difference being that Aunt May is still dead and Peter was never married anyway. I can understand Peter's reasoning to not involve MJ and Ned, but as I noted earlier they would still remember helping out Spider-Man, it's not exactly an avoidable situation, plus he made a promise to them.

I can see the ending being hit or miss with a lot of fans, but for me it was a miss. We spent a lot of the film with Holland's Peter noting how he needs MJ and Ned for support and kinda proving that he can't do this all alone, only for him to break his promise and try and do this alone. Almost an attempt to combine Raimi and Webb's Spider-Man 1 endings into one, even though Raimi's was earned because Peter was just starting out and Webb's was criticized for quickly deciding to break a dead man's promise, it was kind of a letdown after such an exciting climax we finish with Peter friendless, auntless, no academic career (since nobody will be able to verify that he even went to high school), jobless, without the tech he inherited from the last 2 movies, and without any backup his contributions in the MCU could offer him...but at least he has a new suit?

Spider-Man is still a public enemy in a lot of people's opinion too, the Mysterio stuff still doesn't just up and go away. In terms of progressing the Spider-Man character in the MCU, a lot of it is a step back, Peter is somehow worse off at the end of this film than he was at the start. While it's not awful, it's deflating to end this way for such an anticipated movie.

This, tampers things though right? While it was nice to see the Peters seek to help their enemies, you do have to wonder about the repercussions. With the Goblin gone, Norman will return to his time and likely not die, which will mean Harry won't take over Oscorp and fund Octavius, but since Octavius has to go back too, we'll now have three Raimiverse timelines: untampered, good Norman, and good Octavius (which'd be the same as untampered since Octavius would return to the machine and still have to drown himself), this is the same with Electro being depowered: this'll likely prevent their Goblin from figuring out about Peter and thus Gwen won't die. After going through Endgame and then Loki talking about how you don't mess with the timeline, we seem to continue messing with the timeline.

A TRAILER IS NOT A POST-CREDITS SCENE I'd have rather been told that it was a mid-credits scene and a trailer for a future movie, rather than wait for the credits to roll - desperately needing the bathroom - just to see a trailer of Dr. Strange 2 which will likely be released in a few weeks anyway. Would not want more of that please.

PS: Where's Bruce Campbell? More of a joke criticism, but it was a shame that Campbell had cameos in the full Raimi trilogy - intending for him to be the Raimiverse Mysterio - but didn't sneak in a cameo for this crossover, it probably would've completed it.

What was great about the film

It could be easy to say 'the rest of it' because between Norman being at FEAST all the way to the retconning the film was great. So let's try to break down the specifics of what was great about it.

Hello Charlie The film is full of worst kept secrets, but seeing Charlie Cox's Matt Murdock was still fun to see. Canonizing Daredevil in the MCU once more, I can't be upset that Cox nor Vincent will reprise their roles as the Red-Eyes Blind Devil and the Big Bad Fisk Man in the future. It still gives me hope to see Agents of Shield, Jessica Jones and others will return to canon too, if only a small hope...Quake could certainly work for SWORD with Monica, Carol and the Skrulls right?

Come for the Money, Stay for the Thrill Alfred Molina is iconic as Dr Octopus, and as the first enemy Holland's Peter encounters he definitely makes an impact. Although, angrier and erratic, he still maintained his character and as I predicted earlier proved an asset to the Peters at the end by catching Electro off-guard. While Molina jokes this is a cash-grab role, he makes his minutes worthwhile, only being outdone in the villain department by one other.

Peter vs Strange is visually great There was a lot of fun with the very disgruntled Dr Strange being annoyed by Peter's relentlessness and quick-thinking (conscious or unconscious). Bringing out the reality-bending effects from Doctor Strange made for an entertaining action scene, ending with Peter outwitting Strange with his own unique intelligence and then fanboying over it as he wins the villains' trust. The fight aside too, Peter proving to Strange that people are worth saving even if they're bad was a nice little arc, even if Strange won't remember Peter doing it, this will hopefully bleed into Multiverse of Madness with Wanda and Mordo, but it serves to also show that heroes each have different ideals and priorities which make them stand out without showing off their powers.

Electro is salvaged Jamie Foxx had a bad hand with Amazing Spider-Man 2; blue and poor motivations, Foxx was allowed to portray a more realistic-looking version of Electro while also making his character a little cooler. Don't get me wrong, him getting a power boner was a bit limp, but they salvage it in the end by noting that Max for the most part just wanted to feel like he was important, and thus once again rescuing an iconic villain from the depths.

Ned is magic! While an initial gag, seeing Ned use the sling ring is definitely something I feel we should explore, it became helpful in summoning the Peters and helping him and MJ escape the Lizard. It was a fun little addition which added a new flair to the MCU Spidey friend-trio, Strange did acknowledge his ability to - on a whim remember - do what Strange himself struggled to do after several attempts, the story owes it to Ned to look deeper into this.

Dafoe - unsurprisingly - is amazing I said only one person outshines Molina in the villain department and it is the definitive Spider-Man Villain. If it wasn't clear: Willem Dafoe is a tremendous actor, and his Jekyll & Hyde persona in Spider-Man is excellent and it's on full show in this movie, luring the audience with more sympathy as a broken Norman while doubling down on the evil as the Goblin. His physical, almost pro-wrestler esque brawling with Peter was equal parts scrappy as it was visceral, they make no sugarcoat that Norman is an old man smacking around a teenager, but there's also method in his madness: sneaking goblin bombs that kill Aunt May (part of me hoped he manipulated the original serum to be full Goblin when May injected him) and threaten to break the multiverse. Dafoe's Goblin ended up being the perfect big bad, even if he is 'cured' at the end to repent.

The film knows when to laugh at itself While some of the comedy doesn't land, Electro does try a bit too hard to crack a joke every time, the film was good with poking fun at its own mythos. Electro and Sandman talking about their similar origins, the Peters, Ned promising not to turn evil, Lizard being able to talk, even Otto's name, it did help alleviate the tension and make the fanservice a bit more organic, so it was appreciated the attention put into the jokes, even if some were just direct winks to the camera. Even the mid-credits scene with Hardy's Eddie Brock (and Venom) getting drunk and trying to make sense of the Avengers and Thanos was a nice bit of fun.

Marvel's Worst Kept Secret It feels like it was almost willed into existence by the fandom, but finally we got it: and it was great. Tobey, Andrew and Tom, individually they were a lot of fun in the film, maintaining their own personal charms while also keeping the spirit of Peter Parker intact. I could easily watch the three Spiders just chatting about their experiences for hours, from them freaking out over Tobey's organic webbing, encouraging Andrew's feelings of inferiority, to grasping the concept of the Avengers and still supporting one another in an awkward nerdy manner. The three Spiders delivered together, with their respective villains, and with the other MCU characters such as Ned and MJ, because for this movie to work it absolutely needed to.

Development, Redemption, Closure It would've been very easy to just have gratuitous cameos of Tobey and Andrew to further Tom's story, but each of the Peters got to progress in the story and the previous Spiders got to close their chapter much more neatly than their abrupt franchise endings. After consoling Tom over May's death by sharing their own experiences with their Uncle Bens' deaths, we got to learn that Tobey did indeed make it work with MJ, finding balance between Peter and Spider-Man - which is good enough given how well-rounded Tobey was thanks to having 3 movies rather than 2. It's Andrew who gets the full 'redemption' and closure by successfully saving MJ, a fulfilling and relieving moment for the character which feels earned, Garfield really shows how much it means to him to save someone, but layer it with regret that he couldn't do it with Gwen. Garfield's actions give him closure and allow his character to start opening his Peter side up - just as Tom starts closing off his Peter side when memory of him is removed - which makes it more than just glorified cameos for the Spiders.

Also J Jonah Jameson develops, not in a good way but when he outs Peter you can see that he's in a basement studio with a green screen, and at the end he's now got a full crew and LED board. Unlike Flash's profiteering, it made sense how Jameson would profit from his anti-spiderman propaganda, given how we know this is his character, and he did in fact prove to be a platform and a thorn in the side for Peter when it came to public opinion.

Conclusion

As I said, it's not the greatest Spider-Man movie, but it is definitely a great movie. All the major cast put on a great performance, and while it started slow and ended a bit sadly, it was definitely an experience.

It is worth reminding that there was extremely high expectations for this movie too, everyone wanted the three Spiders, Sinister Six, Daredevil, Strange and the Multiverse, and they got it! Just because expectations were met rather than exceeded should not dissuade you from watching the film with pessimism. This is still a very strong 8.5/10 for me, and with all the Spider-Man media we've been feasting on these last few years with still Across the Spider-Verse and the game sequel still to come, it is still a great time to be a Spider-Man fan.

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Hi!! I recently read your one shot sweetest and it was amazing!!!

So this is a Peter x reader fluff prompt , where it's Prom, and Peter forgot to ask y/n so now he is overdoing himself, which makes the y/n cry and say yes.

Prom

I am soo glad that you like the sweetest!!!And also... AAAHH!! I love this idea. Ok, so I spent a lot of time on this! In my country, we don’t really have anything like prom so everything I know about it, is only through movies and books!! I really, really hope you like it!! Fingers crossed!!

Word Count - 1.9k

Warnings - None!!

FOUR DAYS! There were just four bloody days left to prom and your boyfriend still hadn’t asked you to go with him! Now, you knew that since you both were already dating, it was kind of obvious that you both would be going together, but you were just the kind of person who needed reassurance and you appreciated when someone actually asked you things instead of just assuming them! And nobody knew you better than Peter, except, well, your best friend MJ. But Peter was a close second!

Truthfully, you were hurt that he still hadn’t asked you, and your irritation with Peter was showing in your behaviour.

You were making your way down the hall, your hand entwined in Peter’s. His voice drifted to your ears as he talked with Ned and MJ,

“I mean, it was kind of obvious that Luke was his son, Anyone who has seen the movies properly would say that it is!”

“Yeah, sure, that’s what’s obvious!” You muttered under your breath.

“Did you say something?” Peter asked, looking at you curiously.

“No-no! I was just revising a formula.”

“Oh, speaking of formula,” Peter exclaimed as he turned around to speak to MJ, “Did you see the silly blunder Flash made while we were practising for the Decathlon? I mean, only an idiot would forget something so important!”

“Of course,” you sighed, “Only an idiot would forget something important…”

Fortunately, no one heard your comment and continued talking about their day.

You felt like you were kind of overreacting. But it just seemed like a big deal to you. This would be your last high school prom. This time next year, you all would be in College. You weren’t even sure that you and Peter would be in the same college. It just seemed like such a milestone. You were simultaneously thrilled and terrified of crossing this, and it bothered you that your boyfriend wasn’t as affected by it as you were. You were so engrossed in your musings that you didn’t realize that you had stopped walking and were now frozen at the end of the hallway, forcing your friends to stop behind you. Fortunately, the school had been over for some time and there were very little students around.

“Y/N…Y/N?”

“Huh,” You exclaimed as you were startled out of your daze, “what?”

Peter was taken aback by your abrupt reply, “Are-are you okay”

“Uh… yes! Yes, I’m fine.” You stammered out a reply, “I just, I-I have to go home, I have a...thing. Yes! I have a thing. And I need to finish it. So…bye! See you guys tomorrow!.

You frantically waved goodbye and left through the exit.

Your friends watched you leave in confusion. Peter finally broke the awkward silence you had left behind.

“Well, that was weird.”

“Not really, no.” MJ defended her best friend, “It’s completely normal for her to be mad.”

“Wait! She was mad?

“Oh, Peter.” MJ sighed, “You are so oblivious.”

Peter just stared at her in confusion. Had he done something to make his girlfriend mad? What could he have possibly done to make you so sad?

MJ could practically see his conflicting thoughts reflecting on his face. She just shook her head in resignation and hoped that the poor guy would figure it out soon, or he would have to face Y/N’s wrath.

Peter just stared at Ned as though he would be able to answer his girlfriend problem. Ned just shrugged back at him, looking as clueless as Peter felt.

In a stroke of inspiration, Ned started quizzing Peter about any possible stupid thing he could have done –

“Did you forget a date with her?”

"No.”

“Did you forget an anniversary?”

“Definitely not!”

“Did you….make fun of her cat?”

“What, no! I love Tales as much as she does!”

“Fine…then, did you insult the dress she chose for Prom?”

“…Oh no!”

“You did, didn’t you? Oh my god, Peter! What is wrong with you? You never tell a girl that you don’t like her clothes. It is her body, she can wear whatever the bloody hell she wants!”

“No-no! I didn’t tell her that I don’t like her dress, I forgot to ask her!”

“You…forgot to ask her… if she bought a dress for prom?”

Peter just glared at Ned. “No, Oh Oblivious One! I forgot to ask her to prom!”

“Oh shit!”

Yup, that is exactly how Peter felt: shitty. How could he forget about Prom? He had known exactly how much these occasions meant to you and how you loved to celebrate each tradition associated with your favourite festivities. He knew that he had to make this up to you somehow. But how? This was a colossal mistake and he would have to do something big and meaningful to rectify it and preferably to do it as soon as possible. You were the best and the sweetest and the kindest person Peter had ever met! You brightened his day just by being around and to think that he made such a stupid mistake that had hurt you.

It was with these thoughts in his mind that Peter went home, determined to make up for his mistake and bring a smile on your face once again!

It was already evening, you were lying on your bed, staring at your ceiling, thinking about the vast and various complications in life, and how life gets further complicated when you have a boyfriend who is usually the sweetest, kindest and the best but forgets important things like asking the girl he is dating to prom!

While you were pondering on these weird thoughts and practically wasting your time, you heard a knock on your door, thinking it would probably be your parent, you just simply shouted for them to come in. A few seconds passed and nobody entered your room, however, the knocking persisted. You reluctantly left the solace of your bed to see who was at the door. You opened the door to find no one and with an irritated sigh went into the living room to see if your parents were in the kitchen. The kitchen was just as empty as the living room and you were becoming increasingly frustrated.

“Marty!” You screamed at your brother, who was probably snickering in his bedroom, “This is not funny! If you try something like this again, so help me God, no one will ever be able to find your body!”

Satisfied with this threat, you made your way back to your room but stopped just short of its entrance. On the door, a message was written in webs –

The place where the truth came out,

That left no doubt,

Of the feeling, I bore,

For the one I adore.

Well, the webs left no doubt in your mind about who was responsible for the message. All of this was a massive surprise for you! What was Peter playing at? But obviously, you were going to solve the riddle! How could you not? This all seemed so much fun and amazing to ruin everything. Peter always knew just what you liked and you were not going to ruin all his hard work by not participating wholeheartedly! Fortunately, the riddle was quite transparent and you didn’t need much time to decipher the code. He was talking about the place where he had first confessed feelings for you and you had (to his relief) reciprocated those feeling. That was the day your friendship had transformed into something more cherished, deep and meaningful.

You hastily grabbed a jacket and put on your shoes as you ran towards your school. The school was the place where you had first gotten together and you hurried there as fast as you could. You arrived at the school gates, quite breathless and tired, however, it was all worth it when you saw another riddle written in webs on the school gates –

Congrats! You got the answer right!

But now, you must think with all your might,

Of the place where we were first giddy

And I said you were very pretty.

You were awed by how much thought and preparation Peter had put into this. This was so sweet, but you shouldn’t even have been surprised, because everything he did for you was always sweet and thoughtful. You started thinking about what he could have possibly meant by when he first said you were pretty. He always called you such sweet names that it was hard to remember, but it suddenly struck you, that the first time he called you pretty was the first time you had kissed him. Just thinking about it brought butterflies in your stomach! You immediately rushed towards Peter’s apartment and stopped just at the entrance gate. This time you were expecting the riddle written on the gate –

Great thinking! Just look at you go!

I am so glad you have reached this door

For now, you need to take a chance

And think of the place where we first did dance.

This time you didn’t even have to wait to think of the place. You remembered the first time you danced with Peter as though it were just yesterday. You guys had been practising dancing for your very first prom together. He had been very clumsy and kept stepping on your toes, while you couldn’t stop giggling and kept making him more flustered by kissing him when he least expected. Just remembering that memory bought a big smile on your face and you made your way to the terrace of his apartment.

Upon entering the terrace, you were rendered speechless by the sight you saw. The entire area was decorated in fairy lights, which illuminated the picturesque scenery created by the setting sun. Your eyes were then caught by the sign made in webs – Be my date to Prom?

Your eyes filled with tears and you bit back a gasp. This was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for you. Suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat behind you. Turning around you were dumbstruck to see Peter, wearing the shirt he knew you loved on him and with a bouquet of your favourite flower in his hands. It was obvious from his expression that he was nervous, but when he saw the happiness reflected on your face, he became more composed and began his speech

Y-Y/N, I-I love you. I can’t imagine a day without you and I definitely can’t imagine going to prom without you. I am so sorry for being so stupid and hurting your feelings. I love spending time with you and I can’t imagine how amazing prom night will be if I get to be with you. So...be my date?

This time you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your face. You vigorously nodded your head as you looked at your boyfriend, your sweet, sweet boyfriend. Peter released the breath he had been holding as he waited for your reply. You immediately flung your hands around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug which Peter gladly reciprocated. His hands snuck around your waist and tightened as you whispered in his ear that you loved him as well and couldn’t wait to go to prom together.

Needless to say, that was just one of the many happy memories you two made together and reminisce fondly when your kids ask you to tell them stories about you and their father.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker sweet #prom #i want a peter parker #gimme

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