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wizkiddx · 3 years

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living and reviving II

yep when I said three parts I think I meant 4 oops

summary: an overdue conversation that has to happen - like it or not

warnings: cheating, swearing, pregnancy talk, lots more angst, think thats it?

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So with a new sense of dread and fear and complete and total isolation you uttered three single words before hysterically running away.

“Don’t follow me.”

Not now, not ever.

That had been three weeks ago.

And it still fucking hurt like hell.

It had ended up that Yamna had taken you back to hers, where you had stayed for a couple nights. During that couple of days, Tom had tried. He had tried to apologise, tried to explain, tried to fix things. But it just wasn’t that easy.

Whatever he said, it didn’t take back from the fact that he had in that moment meant it. So no amount of sorrys could ever take that back.

After everyone had realised just how serious their situation was, Tom had moved out of your shared flat - so you could at least be in the place you were comfortable. Afterall the nursery was built in your flat and clearly it was you doing all the baby stuff for the moment. Thankfully Yamna, having been cut loose so without job, offered to move in with you. Which was probably the only thing keeping you going.

Well, that and ben and jerrys ‘phish food’. Honestly the shop must think you’re running some sort of ice cream black market at the rate you’re getting through their tubs.

Everyone kept parroting that it wasn’t good for the baby. Too much ice cream . Too much heavy lifting. Too much stress.

And yes, it probably was. But that was out of your control . The stress and lack of man in the household meant you had to do the heavy lifting of shopping from the car up the stairs. Shopping meaning ice cream, which you only depended on so much because of the stress.

It was a vicious cycle of hell.

Even Yamna, the person you were relying on keeping you sane had started walking on eggshells. It was as though you were literally about to pop, she always had to have at least half an eye on you. You were even banned from locking the toilet door - just in case.

It felt like you were a captive animal, people kept coming to observe you, giving sad looks before gleeing the scene.

You hadn’t been sleeping well either. Of course, being 3 weeks of your due date didn’t help - but neither did the lack of Tom. In fact, for the first time since shit had hit the fan, you had actually been managing to get some decent sleep when Yamna knocked on your bedroom door, quietly calling your name.

“I’m asleep” Groaning, you pulled the covers further over your head, praying to god that she’d leave you alone. But of course that wasn’t happening, she just lightly chuckled before you felt the bed dip - she had perched on the edge… Toms side.

“You never normally sleep talk.”

“I’m never normally this sleep deprived.” She sighed, whilst you still stubbornly kept your eyes closed.

“I’m sorry I woke you…. but this is important.”

“What?” Almost grunting, you threw the covers down looking up at her in anticipation. That was another thing about pregnancy - you were always on high alert, always worried.

“Toms here.”

“Tell him to f off.” Quickly you stopped caring about what your bestmate had to say.

“He’s saying that he’s the little ones dad and that he deserves to be involved and…. and I think I might agree.”

“I deserve a boyfriend who stays loyal to me so clearly neither of us are getting what we want.” You weren’t angry at Yamna and snapping at her wasn’t the answer. And yet you still did it.

“Y/n….I love you and I am completely on your side. I just think that maybe, perhaps, you should at least manage to be civil before baby arrives. Otherwise… thats going to be a lot to deal with all at once.”

It was your turn to sigh, deep and heavy (or at least as deep as the baby let). Most infuriatingly she was right. The conversation had to happen at some point. With a baby there too it would only be even more traumatic.

“He’s here now?” It only dawned on you how broken you actually sounded when the words croaked out of you.

“Yeh hunny… I didn’t let him inside so he’s standing outside the door looking like a dickhead right now.” The image cheered you up a little, enough to sit up in bed and be wrapped in Yamna’s arms. Her actions said it all, she really only meant the best for you and knew how hard this would be. After a moment she leant back. “I almost considered calling the paps so they could get a picture and label him as a groveling dick.”

“You should of.” Of course you didn’t mean it, but the answer had you both laughing. It took a minute to calm down before she changed subject slightly.

“You want me to make myself scarce? I can hide in my room or go to the shops or-“

“Text the guy from the bar - you deserve a night off ‘babysitting Y/n’ duties.”

“I’m not babys-“

“Yes you are. Go out with him and have some fun, I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeh”

That was a bare face lie - but Yamna had been almost too good to you. She really really needed a break. Especially as the current plan was she’d be helping with the newborn too. Right now you wouldn’t have wished a baby on yourself - never mind your best mate.

“Okay, get ready then babe - but do it slowly, leave him waiting outside in the cold for as long as possible.”

“Obviously.” You laughed, hauling yourself out of bed, where she gave you one more encouraging hug before leaving.

After hearing Yamna leave, and brushing your hair and throwing on a new pair of trakkies and hoodie, you slowly walked towards the door. It felt as though impending doom were on the other side and every fibre of you wanted to scream and run the other way. But it just had to happen at some point. Why not now?

With a final sharp exhale, attempting to pull yourself together, you opened the door. Immediately your heart sank, seeing nothing. Had you really been that long? And even so, was a 10 minute wait enough for him to give up? You could already feel the hormonal pregnancy tears starting to spring, when a grunt drew your attention.

What you hadn’t considered was the fact Tom was ready to camp out, sitting on the floor beside your door. Springing to his feet, he seemed shocked you’d actually opened the door - makes two of you. When Yamna left she had told him you were coming, but seeing really is believing.

“Y/n! I-I… I wasn’t sure you were ever going to answer.”

“You and me both.” You replied dryly, still leaning on the door. “Do you er…. do you want to come in?” Again he seemed shocked, as though he wasn’t sure you meant it.

“Is that-that okay?” Shrugging you just nodded, stepping back so he could get in. He did pay half the mortgage afterall.

“You want a drink?” He quickly declined your offer, not vocally but instead rushing past you to the kitchen and turning the kettle on himself.

“Your the pregnant one. Go chill on the sofa, I’ll bring you a cuppa.”

And a bit taken a back by his forcefulness you followed instructions, from the sofa watching how effortlessly he danced round the kitchen. It wasn’t shocking, it was technically his kitchen too. But seeing him there felt so alien, almost transporting you back to much much simpler times. Seemed a lifetime ago.

After a couple of minutes, he rounded the sofa with a hot chocolate in one hand for you (because caffiene is bad for the baby) and a cup of Yorkshire tea in the other.

“So… how have you been?”

“Ate a lot of ben and jerrys” You answered without really answering, except he knew you all too well.

“That bad?” He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his brow “how about the baby?”

“I don’t tend to carry an ultrasound on me but she’s been keeping me up all night kicking - so normal I guess.”

“Thats good” He spoke before realising what he said. “Sorry no I um-I don’t mean it like that!” You all but laughed in the face of his flusteredness, only making the tips of his ears go pinker.

“I assume you had something to say and that you came here for a reason rather than just pity me?”

“I want to make things right Y/n - I-I mean your having my kid.”

“OUR kid”

“ Exactly! And-and I love you too and-“

“Bullshit” You may have murmured it under your breath but you had intended for him to hear.

“Oh come one Y/n, you know that!”

It was like the man was asking to be yelled at.

“Don’t sit there trying to patronise me! I THOUGHT i knew it but then I saw you all over another girl. So yes, I’m calling bullshit.”

“Ugh I… If your not going to even try to hear me out then…”

“Then what Tom? You gonna kick me out. I mean this is your flat after all! Maybe you’d like to dump the mother of your unborn child homeless on the street and forget about us - how’d that sound? I’m sure your fans would blindly applaud you.”

“Listen! Please would you just listen to me.” His voice was loud and tone harsh, making you flinch a little. Not because you were ever worried he’d hurt you - but how this wave of uncomfort shuddered through your body, baby even squirming in discontent. So focused on that you just nodded, shifting back into the sofa.

Tom had noticed your reaction and seeing you seemingly scared of him like that, well it broke his heart. Even more.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to shout, I just…. I really need to try and fix this.” He leaned closer, letting out a thankful breath when you just nodded, as if to say go on.

“I’ve really really missed you… these past couple of weeks I’ve never felt so gulity in my life. Not because of what I did! Well yeh that but-but more how much it hurt you and-“

“Fuck.”

You couldn’t help but let out that little curse of pain as a new wave of pain, which seemed to originate from your lower back, shuddered through you. Tom looked up from where his eyes had been nervously wringing his palms whilst he spoke. Rubbing a hand over your belly you shook your head and motioned for him to continue.

She was just kicking really really hard. Right?

“Uhm yeh so I just wanted to properly tell you everything that happened that night so at least we are on the same page? A-And I’m not going to try and use this an excuse but I had been drinking so-“

Seemingly baby disliked the end of that sentence too, causing another rippling wave to echo through your body, feeling as though a band was pressing tightly round your stomach. With another small curse it forced you to stand up, in the hope that’d ease her. Clearly she was as done with his shit as you were.

“Need a water.” You muttered, already waddling to the kitchen, where you heard Tom follow you immediately - like an inpatient dog.

“Y/n sit down I can-“

He was silenced by you freezing and grabbing his arm tightly - a physical contact he hadn’t been expecting from you.

“Tom… get your phone.” You spoke slowly, still not having dared to have moved an inch - fingers almost white from how tightly you were squeezing his forearm.

“Wha-are you-are you okay?”

“I think my waters just broke. Get the phone. Now.”

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vi-trying-to-survive · 3 years

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IKEA Adventures

Peter Parker x f!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) loves IKEA so much and needs Peter to understand why, so they end up going on an IKEA date.

Warnings: Mostly fluff and some Peter and (Y/N) IKEA crack. Kinda steamy at the end, but also not really - maybe like PG13

A/N: this is kinda long, but I'm really proud of it and I hope you guys like it 😉

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"Thank you so much baby" (Y/N) beamed at Peter, who stood next to her. His hand on her waist steadied her as the subway car clacked along the rails, gripping slightly tighter each time she swayed a little.

"No problem angel", he turned to face her, matching her smile, "I wanted to do this with you anyway, I need to know what makes you love going to IKEA so much".

"Peter how can you not love IKEA?!", she exclaimed, catching the attention of a few others on the train, as she waved her arms in the air frantically, "it's literally a theme park but for free"

"(Y/N) you do know that Mr Stark has flown us and the avengers to Disneyland multiple times", he grinned, "for no reason … on a school night".

"Yeah I know and that is always great, welcomed and always appreciated", she protested, crossing her arms across her chest, pouting, "but this ... this is a whole other version of fun"

"Alright whatever you say (Y/N)" he replied, trying to keep a straight face, as she comically frowned at him, "I guess I just have to find out".

"Peter were finally here!" she squealed, squeezing his hand in excitement, "this is gonna be so fun!"

He laughed, swaying their joint hands back and forth, “you’re so cute”. As a red color spread across his face, he turned away from her, mumbling to himself, “did I really just say that out loud?”. Peter still seemed to get flustered about how she’d react to a compliment from him, even though they had been dating for a months now.

Smiling she leaned her head on his shoulder as they got on the escalator, “Thank you”. He didn’t reply, but tilted his head so that it touched hers, a silent act of affection that always seemed to calm him down.

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“Oh my gosh– baby look bunk beds!” Peter exclaimed, his eyes shining in anticipation, as he tugged their connected hands towards them, “they’re so cool”.

“And you thought it wouldn’t be exciting here”, she giggled at his excitement, “but you already have a bunk bed”.

“You know, sometimes I’d like to pretend like I don’t, so I could convince myself I need one”, he pouted, “plus, you can never have enough bunk beds”.

Eventually they had to leave the bunk beds, much to Peters despair. “Thank you for always being the best, I’ll love you forever”, he ended after giving them a goodbye speech complete with fake tears.

“You’re such a dork”, she smiled, shaking my head as I took his outstretched hand into mine.

“But I’m your dork, right?”, he grinned, pulling me closer.

“Fortunately, you are”, she answered, tilting her head up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

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“I swear if this isn’t my kitchen in the future”, she declared, throwing the arms across the counter top, “I’d never forgive myself”.

“(Y/N), don’t you think that’s a bit too far for a kitchen with an island?”, he looked at her quizzically.

“Peter, how could you say that?!”, she exclaimed, throwing my arms into the air, “this kitchen is like my baby, I see it every time I come to IKEA and I would die for it”.

He rolled his eyes affectionately, while watching as I opened and closed the fridge. Lost in his thoughts a little as he admired how she managed to find such extreme joy in the simplest of things.

“Oh my gosh– Peter!!” she screamed, hands at the sides of her face, her eyes wide, as she stared at an open drawer.

“What’s wrong babe?!”, he asked, worried … mostly about the chance of a roach being in there.

“They added lights to the drawers”, she squealed, “if I had lights in my drawers, I wouldn’t need to switch on anything if I was cooking at night”.

“(Y/N), you don’t cook”, he deadpanned, slamming his palm against his forehead, “neither of us do … that’s why we’re always getting pizza”.

“Maybe I would if my drawers lit up”, she claimed, placing her hands on the sides of her face in awe.

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“Peter why did we get so much food”, (Y/N) groaned in pain as they sat at the cafeteria, plates piled around them with the remains of what was once their lunch.

“Cause it was affordable and so good”, he managed to utter, as he rested his head on the cold surface of the table, in an attempt to ease the ache in his belly after eating too much.

“Our fatal flaw” she cried out, slamming her hand across her face as she slumped down on her seat, “we can never resist a good deal”.

“But baby the meatballs were so good”, he exclaimed, waving his hands around to stress his point.

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“Oh my gosh, (Y/N), we gotta go up there”, he whispered to her, as the pair wandered around the warehouse looking section of the furniture store, towards the end of their adventure.

“This is probably a bad idea”, she began, stroking his chin in an animated manner, “but, you know what it sounds fun … so let’s do it anyway”.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching; he quickly grabbed the girl’s waist lightly and rose his hand in the air. A long, white cord, barely visible to anyone else shot out, attaching to the ceiling, yanking the pair into the air. (Y/N) instinctively clutched his neck and curled her legs around his waist, pushing her face into the crook of her neck. No matter how many times he did this, she was always still amazed at the whole act of it and it always left her in a daze of adoration for him.

Landing gently on the floor of the shelf, without making a single sound, Peter gently loosened his hold on his girlfriend to allow her to stand again.

“Just 5 more seconds”, she murmured, still clutching tightly onto his body, giving her heart time to stop racing.

He chuckled softly, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as he continued to hold her.

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After a few minutes, she lowered her legs, allowing him to set her down and the two found themselves curled up together, with Peter setting his head down on her lap. (Y/N) found that her hand instantly reached his hair to run her fingers through it, occasionally tugging with the smallest amount of force, which caused him to hum softly. Eventually he shut his eyes, drifting to sleep.

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“Peter?”, (Y/N) called out while gently shaking his shoulders.

He slowly gained consciousness, blinking his eyes a few times to adjust them to the light. Turning to face the girl, who was smiling softly at him, he pulled himself up into a sitting position next to her, giving her a sleepy, lopsided grin.

“Thank you for today”, she spoke shyly, turning away from his gaze, “I love you so much”.

“I love you too” he replied softly, bringing a hand up tilt her face towards him, connecting their lips for a sweet kiss. As he deepened the kiss, she moved to straddle his hips, causing him to let out a soft groan. Smiling against his lips, she tangles her fingers in his hair. As Peter starts moving down her neck, she lets out a small whimper as he starts sucking lightly.

“The store will be closing in 30 minutes”

The unknown voice rang out loudly, startling the pair. Pulling away in awe of each other, they sat in silence for a few minutes.

“Baby, the store’s gonna close soon”, he spoke voice still raspy from sleep, “and I don’t think either of us want to get stuck here”.

(Y/N) let out a whine, but untangled herself from him. Sighing she replied, “you’re right, even IKEA would be creepy at night”

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As the they sat on the subway, on their way to Peter’s apartment for a movie marathon (A/N: Star Wars of course 😉), she shuffled closer to him, passing him one end of her headphones, playing their shared playlist. As the music began, he lifted their intertwined hands, to place a soft kiss on the back of her palm. Smiling she rested her head on his shoulder, hoping for more adventures like this with him.

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silkholland · 1 year

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Steve Harrington Dividers Pt. 4

all dividers made by me. please like and reblog if you use. credit isn’t necessary but always appreciated.

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vi-trying-to-survive · 3 years

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Dental Dreads

Peter Parker x f! Reader

Warnings: none its just fluff and Peter high on laughing gas :’)

Summary: Peter has to get his wisdom teeth removed and (Y/N) is tasked with getting him home and into bed, which proved to be slightly more difficult than earlier anticipated.

A/N: hi guys !!! I really hope you like it cause idk why but I was just falling on the floor laughing at the thought of Peter high on laughing gas💕💕 If you want me to write something specific, please feel free to leave a request cause I love your ideas 💕💕

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"Thanks for coming with me today babe", he smiled, leaning his head on (Y/N)'s shoulder, taking one of her hands in his, rubbing circles on the skin softly with his thumb. She squeezed his hand gently in response, "of course Pete, I wouldn't have let you do this alone", she giggled, shifting her gaze to look at him, still nuzzling his face in her shoulder, “plus I couldn’t let you try to get back on your own while your high on laughing gas”.

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His name rang loud and clear, through the empty waiting room, making him perk his head upwards, eyes wide in anticipation of what would happen once he walked through those doors, running a hand down the side of his face to cup it, she placed a soft kiss of encouragement on his cheek, before whispering, "I'll see you soon Spidey". Giving her a nervous smile, he pushed himself to stand, walking towards the attending who held the large wooden open for him, turning to take one last glance at his girlfriend who sent him a wink just as the door swung shut.

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Feeling a hand on her shoulder, (Y/N) pulled out the earbuds that she had on, putting her phone down, to look up at the man, who she recognized as Peter's dentist, in front of her.

As they walked to the room where he was, she was filled in on how the minor surgery went, "It went perfectly fine", he paused for a moment, considering the boy's mental state before continuing, "he's still a little loopy from the laughing gas, so you might wanna wait for a while before heading out". By the time they reached the door, she had been filled in on the medications he would have to take and some other important things regarding a follow-up, nodding quickly, eager to see her boyfriend, having watched enough wisdom teeth removal videos on YouTube to know that today would be pretty interesting".

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Peeping into the sterile smelling room, trying to be as silent as a mouse, she saw her boyfriend lying on the examination chair, eyes closed, the only sound present being the whir of the air-conditioning, his hair messier than the last time she saw it, falling over his eyes a little, his cheeks a little swollen and blushed, probably cause of all the tools he had stuffed in there a few minutes ago she thought. Stepping in, she tried not to wake him seeing as he looked so peaceful, the door closing with the softest click, she spun her body thinking that she had succeeded with her task, but a pair of large, cocoa colored eyes staring at her said otherwise. "Damn superhuman hearing", she cursed silently under her breath, making her way to him.

"You're so pretty", he said breathlessly, mouth full with cotton gauze, lying back on the seat like he had been blown away, placing a hand on his forehead for drama, earning a giggle from the girl who stood facing him.

"Thank you baby", she smiled at him, reaching a hand out to cup his reddened cheeks, but found that her lips pulled into a concerned frown when he pulled away with an astonished look, eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights.

"I'm sorry beautiful stranger, but I have a girlfriend", he sighed whimsically, turning his eyes upwards, while placing his hands on his cheeks like he was in a daydream, "and I love her so much, I would never betray her".

Rolling her eyes, she remembered what Peter told her over the phone the night before --- "it probably won't even work on me, because of my powers", he practically shrieked down the line, "(Y/N), I don't want to feel them forcibly remove my teeth ... can you imagine how painful that would be?!" ---, urging herself back to the present, she tried to push the laughter that was building in her chest back down, as he stared peered at her suspiciously, "I am your girlfriend".

Gasping in astonishment, he accidently slammed his palms against his cheeks a little too hard, practically slapping himself, causing him to let out a groan of pain. Then snapping back to reality, he pondered out loud, "Woah, how did I get you to agree to that?", turning to give her heart eyes, "your so much prettier than me".

Trying her luck again, she stuck her arm out, trailing her fingers along the side of his face, while leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead, "because I love you, ... but don't worry you're pretty too". Enjoying her touch, he began to hum gratefully, fluttering his eyelids shut, momentarily opening them as she moved her fingers from his face to begin running them through his hair softly.

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After another 10 minutes of dozing, Peter seemed to have sobered up enough to recognize who his girlfriend was, but after another 15 minutes of trying to get him into the cab, (Y/N) didn't have to think twice before accepting that he was still as high as a kite.

"But babe, I can just swing us around town and back home in like half the time", he whined, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting as his girlfriends practically pushed him into the backseat, then getting in herself. In this moment, she was so grateful for the sheer amount of cotton gauze the nurses stuffed into his mouth, so that his words were unintelligible mumbles to anyone who didn't have context. Smiling apologetically at the cab driver she promptly gave him the address, turning her attention back to the drowsy boy next to her, who had already forgotten his previous dilemma, having moved on to trying to burrow himself into her side. Adjusting her arm to curve around his waist, she gently tucked his head into the crook of her neck, using her other hand to clasp his, softly stroking the back of his palm, his only response being a content sigh.

"Am I a good boyfriend?", he stammered, spinning his body so that he could face her, awaking her from a daze, his eyes looked glassy, like pools of water were threatening to fall, his puffed up cheeks not doing much better to stop the tug at her heartstrings.

"Of course you are", she smiled, pulling him closer to her so that she could cup his crimson cheeks gently, to connect her lips to the tip of his curved nose, causing it to wrinkle as a reflex, "the best in the whole world".

"Really?", he wondered out loud, still staring at her like a puppy that wanted to play, as he placed his head on her chest, curling his arms around her waist, "Why?".

Positioning one of her arms so that it was draped around his back comfortably, she teasingly tapped at her head pretending to think about why, when she had that list memorized by heart, turning to whisper in his ear, "cause you have the biggest heart in the world", her hand unconsciously drifting to his hair, combing through it, removing any knots or tangles, "and that's just to name one". Hearing an Incomprehensible sound from Peter, she assumed that he was appeased with her answer, which made her lips curve up into a loving smile.

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Feeling the car come to a halt, she hastily handed the driver the money, before latching her half-asleep boyfriend onto her shoulder, to drag him up to his apartment. She was eternally grateful that the elevator was in function so that it could carry them up there, unsure how much longer she could hold his weight, figuring that all that muscle was a lot denser than she initially thought, practically struggling to keep them both upright.

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Reaching the door, the girl hurriedly grabbed the key from her back pocket, sliding it into the lock and turning it with a click. Using her free hand she pushed the door open, bringing his exhausted body in, before quickly locking it again. The pair awkwardly hobbled through the small space as she directed them towards his bedroom at the end of the area. Shoving the door, she tried to place Peter down gently onto the lower bunk, but sensing her struggle he completely let go his hold on her. flopping down to land on the soft, clean smelling sheets that Aunt May had changed just a few days ago. Tilting his face, half-smushed under the pillow, to look at the girl who gazed lovingly at him in slight shock of the force that he dropped onto the bed with, he mumbled, "wanna cuddle", reaching his hand out to her.

Almost as exhausted, (Y/N) didn't feel like opposing his offer, taking his outturned palm, gasping from the force at which he pulled her onto the small mattress, which creaked lowly under their collective weight, sometimes forgetting how strong the boy who was pressing his face onto her shoulder was, considering the fact that on the inside he was a soft, gooey marshmallow. She turned to face him, letting one hand drift into his hair while the other rested around his neck, her body instinctively curling up against his, the heat he radiated beginning to lull her to sleep. Trying to close any gap between them he snaked his arms around her back, legs tangling themselves up with hers, as he adjusted his face to delicately connect their lips, thanking her for dealing with his antics today, not truly realizing that she would easily walk through fire for him without hesitation. Breaking the kiss simultaneously, they drifted off to sleep in perfect peace and tranquility.

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