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hockeyisit · 3 years

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Auston and Amelia, maybe one where all the guys mock Auston because he is alway clingy to and talking of Amelia. Maybe different scenarios one where they are on the road, or in bars or in games, thanks!

A.N. HI!! SO this one was fun to write. I hope it was similar to what you wanted because I got a little carried away while writing this. I also drew a lot of inspiration from the podcast Spittin’ Chiclets Interview Auston Matthews. He talks about how he was annoyed that Morgan Rielly got a girlfriend and I find it really funny. Also sorry the ending was a bit rushed.

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“Hi, I’d like a tall bud light and a strawberry lemonade,” I grinned politely at the bartender. He grinned sweetly at me as he nodded his head. I was currently out at the bars with Auston, his teammates, and their wives and girlfriends.

“Sure thing that'll be $10.00,” he said, placing the beer in front of me. I handed him my credit card as I waited for my drink.

“Hey sweet thang,” Auston whispered into my ear as he wrapped one of his arms around me, blocking me into the corner. I grinned as he pressed a kiss to my cheek. He reached around me and grabbed the beer off the counter taking a sip. His face scrunched up for a moment.

“Beer?” he asked. He had originally been drinking vodka lemonades but I was planning to leave soon and he honestly didn't need any more vodka. He took another sip before setting it back down on the bar counter and leaning against me, his head tucked into my neck. He placed a light kiss on my neck before pulling back slightly.

“Are you waiting on a drink?” he asked, leaning his head against mine. I nodded my head and grinned as the bartender walked over with my card and drink. I picked up my strawberry lemonade and grinned at Auston as I took a drink. He reached out grabbing it from me when I was finished.

“No alcohol in this?” he questioned confused.

“Noo I wanted it. It’s so good,” I said, taking another blissful sip. He grinned fondly at me before picking his beer up.

“Your cute,” he said through a hidden grin behind his cup. My cheeks immediately flushed as my eyes darted out to the dance floor spotting Steph and Mitchy. I turned around holding my drink and put my empty hand on Auston's chest. He wrapped his arms around me pulling me in. As I went to respond I was cut off.

“Matts. Amelia!” Willy exclaimed, throwing his arms around the two of us. Auston and I laughed as we leaned into the touch.

“You guys are just so cute,” Willy grinned, swaying us. I laughed as I elbowed Willy away so that we could move farther from the bar. Auston immediately moved back to my side stepping behind me slightly and pulling me back against his chest.

“Auston is always getting his hands on Amelia,” Willy exclaimed, turning to Zach Hyman who had joined us. I laughed loudly as I leaned back into Auston.

“How could he resist this,” I said, moving my hands up and down my body in an exaggerated motion sending a wink WIlly’s way. He laughed loudly.

“Amelia is definitely out of Auston’s league,” Mitch said as he walked to us placing a hand on Auston's shoulder.

“Really Mitchy,” Auston quipped.

“So out of your league Auston,” Steph teased leaning off of MItch's shoulder. I shared a laugh with Auston as I pat his cheek.

“Your perfect babe,” I grinned. He smiled gratefully at me as he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. He pulled away and I blushed bright red as I saw all our friends staring at us.

“I’ve never seen Auston smile so much in my life,” Jack joked as he approached us.

“Amelia makes him smile,” Freddie said, turning to face him. I blushed leaning further into Auston. He tightened his arms that were wrapped around me and pressed his lips to the side of my face.

“They are just a bunch of bullies,” he teased. I tilted my head up with a laugh.

“Oh for sure,” I grinned.

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“Look at how good this looks,” I said showing Auston my plate of food. He was away on a long road trip through the states and we had been facetiming for the last twenty minutes because he didn't have a game tonight.

“Oh yeah that looks good babe,” Auston said, taking a good look at the camera.

“Thanks, what are you up to tonight?” I questioned taking a seat on the couch and setting my phone on my leg.

“Some of the guys want to go out to the bars and then others want to play video games in the room,” he explained leaning back against his bed frame.

“Oh and what do you think you'll do?” I asked as I started to eat my food.

“Talk to you,” he grinned lazily at the camera. I grinned to myself as I took another bite.

“Oh yeah?” I quipped back.

“Yeah. What are you wearing?” he asked through a lazy grin. I laughed loudly as I held the camera up and showed my body that was in a Leaf's sweatshirt and my lacy blush pink underwear.

“Take a look for yourself,” I teased.

“God I wish I was home,” he groaned. I smiled pushing my plate away from me and stood up to walk to the bedroom.

“Me too,” I said as I crawled onto the bed and spread out.

“I miss you so much. I miss you putting your hands on me,” I moaned out lightly as I put my hands on myself.

“Oh babe I miss touching you,” he breathed out. As I went to respond we were cut off by the door opening and Mitchy walking in.

“Really,” Auston groaned to the ceiling.

“Oops did I interrupt something?” Mitch said smiling smugly at Auston. I laughed loudly as Auston threw his head back against the headboard with another groan.

“Mitch go away,” Auston whined, rolling his eyes. I gave Auston a look as I shook my head. I was not about to have facetime sex with him after being caught like that.

“The guys want to know if you're going out or going to Willys but considering you're talking to Amelia I’m going to guess you're doing neither,” Mitch teased Auston. We were suddenly interrupted by loud banging on the door.

“Auston get off the phone with Amelia and come out to the bars with us,” Willy called loudly through the door.

“You don’t know I’m on the phone with Amelia,” Auston said back offended.

“Dude you literally are on the phone with her,” Mitch exclaimed through a laugh. I grinned as I sat up in the bed.

“Let me guess Auston’s not coming out with us because he’s on the phone with Amelia,” I heard Mo say.

“Mo you can’t say shit remember when you blew me off to hang out with Tess,” Auston responded pettily.

“Whatever. You coming out or you going to stay here and be lame?” Mo responded.

“Stay here and be lame,” Auston responded moodily. I sent him a questioning look to which he sent me a raised eyebrow.

“Okay,” Mo said and then I heard the sound of a lot of shuffling and the door closing.

“They gone?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. He nodded before sitting up slightly in the bed.

“Yeah,” he lazily smiled.

“Is everything okay with you and Mo?” I asked lightly. I knew that the two had been getting into little arguments because Mo had been blowing Auston off lately for his girlfriend.

“Yeah, everything is fine. He and the guys have just been mocking me a lot lately about how much I talk about you,” he mumbled, rubbing his neck.

“Aw, you talk about me? I grinned back.

“Always, You're everything I ever wanted,” he grinned back seriously.

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“Please come with,” Auston whined as he pulled me closer to him in bed. My name body pressed against his as I grunted.

“I’m not sure this sounds like fun. You said there won’t be any girls there Aus ” I managed to huff out.

“Willy will be there,” Auston tried to bribe. I gave him a serious look.

“Alright fine. I don’t want to leave you alone yet I’m not ready to.” My face softened as I took in Auston's suffering. I moved squeezed myself closer to him

“Babe, what’s wrong?” I asked softly. His body tensed slightly for a moment before he relaxed slowly.

“I just really missed you and being away while you're pregnant is just so hard,” he admitted gently. I rubbed my belly as he talked.

“Alright. I’ll DD,” I agreed as I pulled myself out of his arms.

“Really?” He asked with a grin hopping out of bed. I took in his beautiful naked body as I nodded my head with a smile on my face.

“Yeah,” I bit my lip. He grinned before leaning forward and pressing a big kiss to my lips. He then pulled away and made his way to the closet and quickly got changed. Once we were both ready we hopped in the car and I drove us down to the bar.

“I thought it was boy's night,” Zach teased when he saw the two of us walk in together. I held my hands up in defense as I looked between all of them.

“I’m DDing tonight,” I said innocently a few of the guys cheered and held up their glasses to that one. Mo gave Auston a look before returning his stare to his beer bottle. Auston rolled his eyes before looking back to me. I felt confusion start to brew as I took in the two friends arguing over what seemed like nothing.

“Good now I don't have to force Steph to come get me,” Mitch said, pulling me into a side hug. I giggled before turning back to Auston who was having what looked like an intense conversion with Mo.

“Auston do you ever not have Amelia at your side,” Spezza joked as he arrived at the table. A lot of the guys laughed as Auston looked away from Mo and made his way over to me.

“Don’t worry about it guys,” he responded, pulling me into his side. I grinned as I leaned into him.

-----

“Dude you're always simping over Amelia and canceling our plans,” Mo said leaning back against the couch. Auston paused the game as he turned to face Mo. I stood in the hall peeking around the corner as I took in the conversion before me.

“Mo you started it first when you got with Tess. You didn’t even tell me you were dating her at the beginning. At least I told you,” Auston said running his hand through his hair. Mo shook his head not liking that answer.

“You guys are always talking. It almost seems unhealthy. Like your way more into her than she is into you and I’m just trying to look out for you man,” Mo said leaning forward slightly.

“Listen man. Amelia is the love of my life. Our relationship is not unhealthy. We lost a baby and we wanted to have a family so bad. The fact that she is pregnant right now is a miracle. I worry when I leave her alone, I worry when I’m away. I can’t help her through half of this pregnancy because of my job so yeah I’m going to skip hanging out with the boys so I can watch my baby grow. Yeah, I’m going to skip out on hanging with the boys so I can spend time with my lovely sexy wife. Don’t ever talk disrespectfully about her. I would never do that to Tess man,” Auston said before leaning forward and pressing play on the game. Deciding I had heard enough I turned around and made my way back to the bedroom.

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peter-parkers-passport · 4 years

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Flower Child (Peter Parker x ofc)

Chapter 5: “Peter Knows Spider-Man!”

warnings: depictions of anxiety, Flash being an ass, awkward teenage parties

Lila’s tears had dried by the time she entered the bathroom. Needing a minute to herself, she decided the best course of action would be the girl’s restroom down the left-hand corridor on the second floor. It was a bathroom that was barely used, and was more so a place that the girls of Midtown deemed a safe-zone. Anyone could go in, feel their emotions, and no one would judge. It was a sort of unspoken tradition that only enforced Lila’s appreciation of women.

So naturally, no one cornered her into expressing what was wrong with her. She merely walked up to a mirror and began applying the concealer that Peter had given back to her. A large part of her was completely shocked that he even still kept it. She’d given it to him months ago, and had nearly forgotten about it herself. A smaller, less voluntary part of her completely melted at the gesture. When he held out the Covergirl disc in his hands, her legs nearly buckled right then and there. It took all of her willpower not to break down into horrible sobs once again, mostly stemming from his kindness. When she took the makeup from him, when she felt her hand brush his, she knew there was no way that she could ever let someone like Peter pass her by.

As she dabbed the concealer to the bruise on her temple, Lila paused. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Since her hair was pulled back, she could see her pale skin reflect harshly in the bathroom light, and the vast contradiction the dark red left around her eyes. Even her lips were paler than usual, something Lila didn’t think was possible. Gaunt was the only word to come to mind when she thought to describe herself in that mirror. Suddenly, a loud laugh just outside the door caused her to jump and whirl around. The sound quickly died off, and Lila realized it was just a student passing by the bathroom, no doubt on their way to class. Lila sighed, and turned back to the mirror, only this time, she studied the glass rather than herself.

There were several encouraging notes written on the mirrors that lined the bathroom, ranging from Remember: You’re Beautiful to You’re Doing Amazing, Sweetie! and more. Lila even found an Eleanor Roosevelt quote along the words, and smiled softly as she read it. It was a sheer miracle that the teachers seemed to leave the graffiti alone, but it was more likely that students some time ago petitioned to leave it up. Whatever the case, Lila was grateful, as the messages began to fill her with more hope.

The second time she was interrupted, it was through her cellphone. Still eyeing the writing on the mirror, she produced her phone from her jean pocket. A quick glance at her phone was all she needed to know about who was calling her. The picture that came up was a picture Lila had taken one Saturday, when the sun was shining down after a brief rainstorm, and the colors reflected beautifully on the girl’s glasses.

The phone wasn’t even up to Lila’s ear when Sophie practically shouted, “Phish Food! Phish Food - Lila - oh, my God - Lila are you okay?”

Pursing her lips, Lila’s eyes lingered on an RBG quote as she tried to keep the tears at bay. “Um - define okay.” She tore her gaze off the mirror, off the girl staring back at her that she didn’t quite recognize. She put her back against the far wall and slowly sank down to the floor, getting comfortable. “How much did my dad tell you?”

“Um - absolutely nothing. I know you, and I know that you totally would’ve gone to Delmar’s after we canceled our dinner. I’m standing outside of it right now, were you - were you here last night?”

Lila was nodding, and then she remembered Sophie wasn’t with her. Her hand that wasn’t holding her cellphone started pinching her leg, almost like a reminder that the only place last night could still hurt her was in her head. And in her injuries, but Lila pushed that aside. “If I say yes, are you going to feel bad about it? Because if that’s the case-”

“Oh, screw my feelings, Delilah Landry-” Full name. Not a great sign. “-were you there last night? Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Lila said after a shaky breath. “Yeah, I was there last night.”

“Babe…” There was a pause on the other end, filled with a lot of hidden meaning. Lila wondered if pity was coming her way, something she’d be quick to shut down. Instead, Sophie merely asked, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

That was it. No pressure, no pestering for an answer, just Sophie, lending her support to Lila, who didn’t realize how much she actually needed it. And it was there, on the bathroom floor of the girl’s bathroom that Lila worked through what happened to her with someone: explaining everything that happened in the deli, from the robbers to the blast of purple light to her bruised ribs. She didn’t know it until she was spilling her guts out to Sophie did she understand it was exactly what would help her. Lila wasn’t a bottler, she couldn’t help but express her emotions whenever she felt them, something she had to attend years of therapy to understand wasn’t actually a sign of weakness. It was nice to be able to talk it through and feel everything she needed to with a girl like Sophie listening in on the other side.

So when the tears dried, and Lila finished her story, a heavy sigh left her lips as she got off the emotional rollercoaster. Sophie was a phenomenal listener, waiting until the very end to really speak again. “I have a lot of questions, but my number one is that you’re absolutely sure you’re okay, right?��

“Yeah,” Lila answered, really believing it. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Okay good, because I didn’t want my next statement to be insensitive.”

Her lips twitched into the barest resemblance of a smile. “Shoot.”

The excitement in Sophie’s voice was uncontainable. “I just can’t believe you met the Spider-Man.” She paused just enough to hear Lila’s small laugh. “Seriously! I’m freaking out, over here. Queens’ newest hero just happens to save your life, and you’re kind of brushing it off like it’s no big deal. I have so many questions.”

“I am at your disposal, Soph,” Lila commented, and let Sophie launch into the rant she’d been dying to go off on the entire phone call. Ranging from What’s the composition of Spider-Man’s webs? Does he smell good? and the last question, which caught Lila off guard being if Lila actually knew Spider-Man. She laughed a genuine laugh at that question, and Sophie, being the actual journalist, backed up her question. The way he reportedly seemed to crack jokes with the criminals he caught as well as how eyewitness reports seem to think his voice is slightly higher in pitch than a fully grown adult. Lila responded by asking Sophie if she really knew his identity, would Sophie really expect Lila to indulge a secret like that?

“You make a valid point, Phish Food. With great secrets comes great responsibility.”

“Where did you hear that?” Lila asked, laughing a bit.

“Eh, some old guy was saying something along those lines. He came into the shop yesterday. It was really cute, Lila, he was one of those cool older people. I think he said his name was Stan-” A noise sounded, and Lila heard Sophie curse lowly to herself. “Crap. I gotta get back to work, Phish Food. I love you, though. Like a lot. And now that you’ve been rescued by a superhero, you have no excuse to not be on my podcast. Gotta go, love you, bye!” She hung up before Lila could protest.

Lila scoffed, baffled at the nerve Sophie had. But also, she found herself smiling regardless. From the other side of the bathroom doors, Lila could hear the class bell ringing, and Lila checked her phone in surprise. She’d missed her entire first period just talking to Sophie. But the funny thing was, the Lila of yesterday might have cared, but the Lila sitting on the bathroom floor, was just a little okay with bending around the rules. Maybe, Lila thought, a near-death experience could be a good new look for her.

She slowly got up from the floor, ribs screaming in protest, and looked at herself in the mirror. Even though her eyes were still red from crying, the green color of her irises didn’t seem as dull. And at least she couldn’t see the bruise that was sitting on her hairline anymore, thanks to Peter Parker and the makeup he returned. She was still pale, and everything about her still screamed exhausted. She looked gaunt, but Lila reminded herself that she also looked alive, and she’d gladly take that. Leaving the bathroom, she texted her dad to ask for a pass out of the first period she missed, and prepared for the rest of the day.

*****

“You didn’t ditch me this morning because of what happened last night, right?” Michelle asked her, pulling her gym shirt over her head. Lila glanced up at her, startled at her question. She hadn’t gotten around to telling Michelle about what had happened at the bodega, and was waiting for lunch.

Looking around to make sure the other girls weren’t listening, Lila looked back over to Michelle. “Does everyone know I was at Delmar’s last night?”

They were sitting in the girl’s locker room, everyone but Lila changing into school mandated gym clothes. Apparently, they were to be doing a Captain America fitness challenge. Lila wasn’t sorry to be missing out on it at all. Instead, her computer bag rested next to her, as Lila decided to edit Sophie’s next podcast episode like she’d promised her the night before. She wouldn’t be doing anything worthwhile anyway. At Lila’s question, MJ shook her head. “No, your dad texted me. Asked me to keep an eye on you.”

“He didn’t,” Lila’s stomach sank.

“He did.” Lila groaned a little bit at MJ’s news. The girl in question gave her a suspicious glance, and Lila could’ve sworn there was a hint of concern in there as well. She was only proven right when Michelle asked, “Just as long as you don’t collapse on me, we’re fine.” A pause, and then, “We don’t have to talk about it.”

The last sentence was slightly softer, more genuine than her usual standoffish attitude. It took Lila off guard, but when she looked up at MJ, her face was all seriousness, not at all betraying to the other girls in the locker room that she was showing any kindness to another person. Lila reached for her hand and squeezed it tightly, acknowledging her best friend with as much gratitude as Michelle would be comfortable with. “We can talk at lunch?”

“Sure.” Michelle grabbed her book that was sitting next to Lila’s bag, as well as Lila’s bag, ignoring Lila’s protests all the way into the gym. The gym was dark, and Coach Wilson was currently setting up a television to sit in front of a group of kids who had already sat down. There weren’t many in the gym currently, but Lila did notice she got a few curious stares at her attire, and how she wasn’t ready for gym at all.

She ignored it, following Michelle up the stairs of the bleachers and into the back row of students. Sitting down and getting comfortable, Michelle handed Lila back her backpack, and merely nodded when Lila said thanks. The pair watched as the rest of the students filed in, and all sat down in front of the television. Lila’s heart skipped a beat when Peter Parker came up the stairs, offered her a smile, and sat down right in front of her. It didn’t escape her attention that his friend Ned, who was always an upbeat person, was looking at Peter with uncontainable excitement.

After the bell rang, Coach Wilson stood next to the television and pressed play. Before long, an image of Captain America came up against a shoddy green screen background, and a cheesy banner underneath reading Captain America’s Fitness Challenge. Michelle cracked open her book, and Lila pulled her computer and headphones out of her bag, opening the file Sophie had sent her the previous night and listening to her friend’s most recent episode of Origin Story. All the while, she kept one headphone out of her ear in case Coach Wilson said something important.

After the video was over, Coach mentioned something about how Captain America was a war criminal, but his videos were still required by the state, and sent everyone on their way. Lila moved down a few stairs with her things to stay closer to the class, and started diving into Sophie’s podcast. Her episode was funny, as usual, and balanced the topic material (“If the Ultron Program Were a Success”) with insightful questions and well-developed theories. Her guest for the episode (some Richard or other) was equally as inquisitive and humorous, and Lila silently praised Sophie for her choice.

The thought of Sophie wanting Lila to be on her podcast had Lila’s head swimming. She’d mentioned it before, but was never as dead-set as she seemed to be when talking to Lila on the phone that morning. A part of her was incredibly flattered, Lila had listened to every episode of Origin Story and thought that Sophie’s guests were incredibly brilliant and equally as entertaining to listen to. It was nice that Sophie seemed to think that Lila was just as capable of being someone like that. But the thought also made her slightly nervous, what if she didn’t meet Sophie’s standards? What if Sophie had to re-record an entire episode in a week because Lila had no idea what she was doing? What if-?

“Peter knows Spider-Man!” A voice echoed around the now silent gym. Everyone, including Lila, stopped what they were doing to look at Peter Parker and Ned Leeds. Ned’s face, which was agape with shock, almost like he couldn’t believe he’d spoken those words out loud, was trained on a group of students to the left of Lila and down a few stairs. She looked his way and saw Liz Allan and Betty Brant sitting around a few other friends. She glanced back to Peter, whose eyes were wide with surprise, quickly turning back between Ned and Liz. He quickly scrambled to his feet (he had previously been doing sit-ups that Lila would not-so-subtly look at every now and then), a stuttering mess.

“No, I don’t. I - I - I mean…” He trailed off, looking slightly confused and panicked. He glanced at Lila, almost like he was asking for help from anyone. She could only stare at him, eyes wide in shock. Unconsciously, she ran her fingers across her hairline, feeling the bump that was still there, only covered in makeup. Kids started going back to their fitness challenge, better at getting over the apparent bombshell that Ned just dropped.

“They’re friends,” Ned added, trying to help the situation. Lila looked at Peter’s expression, which seemed to say that that was the least helpful thing Ned could’ve mentioned. Peter’s gaze landed on Liz again, who quietly looked at Peter in confusion.

A thud sounded, followed by a voice Lila didn’t care to hear at that moment. “Yeah, like Coach Wilson and Captain America are friends.” Flash Thompson, who was across the gym, walked over from the set of ropes he was climbing, laughing dubiously at Ned’s statement. His jab earned a few laughs, but Liz wasn’t one of them. Instead, her eyes were trained on Peter, who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else than standing there. Lila’s heart ached, she knew the feeling all too well.

“I’ve - I’ve met him, yeah,” Peter shrugged, almost like he was downplaying what his friend had told the class. “A couple of times. But it’s - um - through the Stark internship.” He nodded at Flash, who still had that awful smirk on his face. Lila put her computer to the side, ready to leap up at a moment’s notice if things got hairy. She looked over to Coach Wilson, who’d completely lost interest, and was staring at the clock almost wistfully. Peter glanced back to Ned, “Yeah, well, I’m not really supposed to talk about it.”

“Well that’s awesome,” Flash said sarcastically. “Hey, you know what? Maybe you should invite him to Liz’s party, right?” He pointed at Liz, putting her on the spot.

She smiled softly, “Yeah - um - I’m having people over tonight. You’re more than welcome to come.”

Peter seemed to forget why he was on the spot, and his eyes lit up with a bit of hope. As his voice grew softer, Lila swallowed the jealousy sitting in the back of her throat. “You’re h-having a party?”

“Yeah, it’s gonna be dope,” Flash said, bringing everyone back to why Peter was coming in the first place. “You should totally invite your personal friend Spider-Man.”

“He’s a little too busy fighting c-crime to go to a high - a high school party, don’t you th-think, Flash?” Lila tried, but Flash ignored her, only waved her off, making her a little more angry.

“It’s okay,” Liz tried for Peter’s sake, and also for Lila’s. “I’m know Peter’s way to busy for parties anyway, so…”

“Oh, come on, he’ll be there, right Parker?” Flash challenged. He walked right by Peter, not letting him respond. The look on Peter’s face, the disappointment, the sadness, and even the insecurity, was enough to make Lila’s blood come to a boil. He didn’t deserve to be put in that situation by Flash, didn’t deserve to feel the way Flash made him feel. Lila could feel it come off of him in waves, and that bothered her more than Ned saying Peter knew Spider-Man. Regardless of whether or not it was true.

Liz shrugged at Peter, and hurried up the stairs towards Lila. Caught off guard, Lila leaned slightly away from Liz as she grinned down at her. “H-Hi, Liz.”

“Hey, Lila,” Liz stepped down a few stairs so that she was looking her in the face, and not looming over her. “Um - I didn’t get the chance to see you in AP Lit this morning, but I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come to my party tonight? I’m inviting the decathlon team over too, just to wind down a bit from this week. We’ve been studying like crazy, and well… anyways, do you want to come?”

Lila blinked. Sure, she’d been invited to parties, but she’d never actually gone to one before. And on a Thursday night? It seemed a little strange, but after the night she had previously, maybe getting out and not being stuck around her dad’s shop with only her thoughts to keep her company wouldn’t be such a bad idea. And if Peter Parker was going to be there, what was the harm? She nodded. “Sure th-thing. I don’t - I don’t have your a-address, thought.”

“Oh, no problem, I’ll text it to you.” The bell rang overhead, and Liz waved softly. “See you later, Lila.”

Lila watched her walk all the way down the stairs and join her group of friends as they walked by Peter. The expression on Peter’s face, one of sheer panic, was enough to bring Lila’s mood back down. Honestly, if Flash was going to keep it up, he might have to find a new tutor-

“Son of a bitch,” She whispered, as she dropped the headphones she was trying to pick up into the row of bleachers in front of her. Leaning forward, she completely forgot about her bruised ribs until they began throbbing at the sudden movement. She hissed lowly, bringing her hand to her side as she shut her eyes. Gritting her teeth, Lila reached forward again, only to have someone else hand her headphones to her. She glanced up in surprise once again as Peter handed her back her headphones. “You’ve got a-a nasty habit of picking up after m-me.” She joked.

A hint of a smile came to his face, as Lila took the headphones back from him. She stood up slowly as Peter shrugged again, eyeing her as she moved. “Just making sure you’re okay.”

Lila frowned, retreating up the steps to grab the computer bag she forgot. “I should be asking you that.” Apparently, Peter was inclined to follow her, as she heard his footsteps right behind her. She hastily stuffed her computer and the headphones Peter gave her back into her bag, shouldering it and turning around to face him. He had a look of confusion on his face, as if what just happened was already gone from his memory. “Flash shouldn’t have said all those things, or - or make you feel the way he did.”

Peter’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh, Lila, it’s fine-”

“Except it’s not,” She interrupted firmly. “I could’ve said more, made him stop, and I didn’t.”

“Lila, really, it’s okay.”

“Peter, you can stop b-being nice for a second, okay?” It effectively shut him up. “We can’t - we can’t all be like Spider-Man, you know? We can’t all be s-superheroes. But we c-can stand up for what we believe in. And I believe that you don’t deserve to be tr-treated that way by Flash or anyone else. We n-need more kind people, p-people like you.” Peter was clearly stunned by her outburst, and on the inside, so was Lila. But she seemed unable to stop. “R-Regardless of whether or not you kn-know Spider-Man, Peter Parker is already a c-cool person, and I’ll be damned if I don’t stand up for someone like him.” Another bell rang, and Lila grimaced. “I’ll see you later, Peter.”

And as she walked away from him, she felt his gaze burning holes into her back.

*****

“Thanks for coming with me, MJ,” Lila said as she got out of Michelle’s mother’s car. Offering a quick thank-you to the woman, the pair started walking up Liz’s driveway. It was a nice house in the suburbs, with large windows and a modern design. The walk was long, with several steps required to get to the front door. Lila smiled as she approached the door, seeing the wreath that she personally made making itself at home on the door.

Lila was hesitant about going further. It took a great deal of convincing that she should get to go to Liz’s party where her father was concerned. The only reason Ted let her go despite the events that happened the previous night was because the Landrys were familiar with Liz and her family. On many occasions, Liz’s dad would stop in to pick up fresh flowers for his wife, always wanting to give them to her whenever he was back from a business trip out of town. And Liz was captain of the decathlon team, which Lila used to her advantage. Knowing Liz, she doubted there would be any kind of funny business regarding alcohol or any illegal substances because Liz herself preferred to have her wits about her at all times.

But what really got Ted was the fact that Lila needed this. She conveyed to her dad that she didn’t want to stay in the shop and mope around, thinking about what happened. She wasn’t too keen on being near Delmar’s either, not that Ted could actually blame her. So, her father made her promise that she would get all of her homework done for that day and the day after, since Friday night was the last night the pair of them could hang out before Lila left for D.C. and the academic decathlon’s national tournament. She happily complied, spending that afternoon working on homework and hanging out with Michelle before it was time to leave for Liz’s house.

Once she stepped inside, she felt overwhelmed with noise. So Lila decided to focus on one thing at a time. The first was the decor: sleek and modern, black and white seemed to be the main colors. Marble countertops were in the kitchen, and a black-trimmed staircase was near the back. The living room furniture was white and comfortable looking, however, it was pushed to the side. The source of most of the noise was coming from the living room, where a DJ stand was front and center. Standing in the DJ booth was none other than Flash Thompson, who was currently sifting through his large collection of music. He glanced around and offered smiles here and there, even waving at Lila as he saw her walk inside.

It took a minute for Lila to gather her wits after entering a scene she wasn’t used to, but by the time she was fully present, Liz Allan stepped up to her and Michelle. Smiling broadly, she held a drink in her hand and looked between the two girls. “Lila, Michelle, thank you so much for coming! Was it okay to find?”

“The house is hard to miss,” Michelle offered before falling silent once again. There was an awkward beat of silence as Liz seemed to wait for Michelle to say anything else, but it soon became clear that she wasn’t going to.

Nodding, Liz looked to Lila, “Um - anyways, there’s pizza and drinks, feel free to help yourself to some. Also, I know it’s kind of loud in here, but there’s a few rooms down the hall that are a little more quiet. You’re welcome to hang out there, too.” Lila smiled appreciatively. “Anyways, I’ve gotta make sure everyone’s doing okay, have some fun!”

She walked away towards another group of people who walked through the door. Meanwhile, Lila and Michelle both walked into the large kitchen, where MJ helped herself to the toaster on the countertop and pulled out some bread and butter. As Michelle made herself some toast, Lila grabbed a solo cup and filled it with ice and water in Liz’s fridge. Sipping slowly, she walked back to her friend and stood next to her, unsure what to do but stare at the surrounding classmates as they apparently partied.

Lila’s eyes were darting around, reading what other people were doing when her eyes landed on the door. Right on time, too, for Peter Parker and Ned Leeds both walked through the door, staring in awe at Liz’s nice house. Lila’s sharp intake of breath was enough to garner Michelle’s attention, who looked over at the girl, and raised an eyebrow. “Sorry,” Lila said, smiling sheepishly, “I just - Peter looks - looks really good.”

And he did. As far as Lila could tell, Peter never buttoned up his flannel shirts, but he did tonight, and it was doing him favors. His hair, which was always wavy and a little unruly, was nicely styled and made Lila bite her lip. He looked around the house with wide eyes, hands pulling on the sleeves of his flannel almost nervously. Lila could only sympathize, knowing full well how being out of one’s element was a little much. Ned, however, looked completely at ease. He leaned over to Peter, seemingly giving him a pep-talk about the night when Lila noticed Liz walk over. She didn’t catch all of what was said, however, for Michelle’s toast was finished, the sudden noise causing her to jump.

“Can’t believe you guys are at this lame party,” Michelle said to the boys after Liz walked away.

Ned and Peter glanced around until they found her and Lila. Ned, who was wearing a bold hat (that Lila thought he really pulled off), looked confused. “But, you’re here, too.”

“Am I?” If toast could be buttered in a threatening manner, Michelle Jones managed to do it perfectly. She placed the knife in the sink before walking away rather dramatically, leaving the toaster and butter out in the open. Lila, whose anxious mind was already not doing too well seeing Peter Parker looking at her a little longer than normal, hastily unplugged the toaster and put the lid on the butter.

She smiled at the two boys, half-apologetic and half-relieved to see the two of them. “Hi, Peter. You look - you look great.” His eyes were still wide, like everyone in the house had grown two heads. Lila suddenly didn’t know what to do with her hands, twisting them uncomfortably in front of her as she stared at the still silent, still wide-eyed boy.

She noticed the not-so-subtle nudge Ned gave Peter, but chose to ignore it anyway. Peter looked to his friend before looking back at Lila, smiling tightly and nodding. “Thanks, Lila. You - you too.”

A smile crept onto Lila’s face, blushing slightly. Before it could get out of hand, Ned cleared his throat. She looked away from Peter and over to him, smiling softly still as he smiled easily back. “Ned, that hat is spectacular. You d-definitely should bring it out more o-often.”

“Thanks, it gives me confidence.”

A light laugh left Lila’s lips, and a wider grin sat on her face. Peter’s was still tight and uncomfortable. A part of Lila grew worried that it was her fault, but she knew that couldn’t be true. Lila had seen Peter look worried practically the entire time he’d been here. Save for the brief time when Liz spoke to him, but Lila ignored that. “Um - are you alright, Peter?”

He looked at her confused expression, nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m - I’m fine, why?”

She shrugged, not believing it for a second. “You just seem uncomfortable. I know that - that Liz mentioned a couple r-rooms down the hall that were a little quieter…”

“Penis Parker, what’s up?” Flash’s voice sounded from the speakers. He was also using his air horn noise, which was really getting under Lila’s skin quickly. “So where’s your pal, Spider-Man? Let me guess: In Canada, with your imaginary girlfriend?” Lila’s grip on her water grew tighter, her toes curling and her lip hurting from biting it so hard due to her discomfort. The people laughing made it all the worse. “That’s not Spider-Man, that’s Ned in a red shirt.”

Finally, Lila’s grip grew so tight that the cup broke, and the ice-cold water she’d been drinking now spilled all on her clothes and the floor. She let out a gasp of surprise, her anger momentarily fading. She drew in a ragged breath at how cold the water was when it touched her skin, and she shook her head. Ned and Peter were quick to help her clean up the water, and she was thankful that Liz had decided on dim lighting, for her cheeks grew red with embarrassment. All while they’d been cleaning up Lila’s mess, she noticed Peter seemed far off and distracted. She bit her lip and threw the last of the napkins away, and doing her best to gather up any courage. “P-Peter, can I talk to you for a minute?”

He seemed confused, and looked to Ned before finally nodding. Turning around and walking down the hallway Liz gestured to earlier, Lila found a room that was seemingly empty and entered it. She let Peter come inside before cracking the door and turning around to face him. He still seemed rather frustrated, but also curious as to why Lila wanted to talk to him. “Look, I just - I - um - can I tell you a secret?”

Eyebrows raised, Peter nodded.

Lila wrung her hands together, glancing back at the cracked door to make sure no one was near them. “I didn’t even tell Michelle this, but - um - last night, at Delmar’s, I was pinned by a shelf that would’ve otherwise been too heavy for first responders to move.” Lila saw Peter’s crestfallen expression, but avoided his gaze just in time to miss the guilt that went with it. She shook her head. “Anyway, I was lucky enough that the f-first person on the scene was S-Spider-Man.” She paused for a brief moment, letting that sink in. “He - he saved my life last night.”

“That’s - that’s amazing Lila,” Peter said, although he seemed sad. Like he wanted to be excited, but the whole situation was just making things worse. Which is exactly what Lila was trying to avoid.

She rubbed her forehead rather aggressively, shutting her eyes in annoyance. “I’m really not g-good at getting the point across. Look, Peter,” Lila placed her hands back at her sides, “I don’t think that you kn-knowing Spider-Man should automatically make you o-obligated to prove it to anyone like Flash, l-let alone bring him to a p-party.”

Something positive must’ve been conveyed, for Peter’s expression morphed into a more hopeful look. “Are you saying you believe me?”

“Um - yes.” Lila smiled softly, shrugging her shoulders. “I’ve s-seen - that is - you showed m-me the picture of you with Tony Stark. You work at Stark Industries, and Spider-Man f-fought with Iron Man in Berlin. I have m-more reason to believe that you know him than I do believing Flash and his i-insecure reasons for hating you.” A genuine smile found its way to Peter’s lips at her statement. “I’m just s-sorry that he asked you to make your p-professional relationship with someone a party trick.” At that, Peter’s eyes lit up, and his mouth parted slightly. “Anyways, um - I g-guess that’s all I wanted to say. Enjoy the p-party, Peter. Don’t let Flash g-get you down.”

“Thanks, Lila, I’ll try.”

She smiled at him before turning and walking back to the door. She paused when her hand hit the door handle, and she turned back around. Peter looked at her expectantly, and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Um - if it’s not too much t-trouble, could you do me a favor?”

“Of course,” Peter said, “What do you need?”

“I know he’s busy, a-and I know you’re also b-busy, so if it doesn’t happen, I understand. If you - sorry, when you see him again, if you think o-of it. Could you maybe say thanks for me?” The boy looked confused at her request, and she fiddled with the door handle all the while. “Spider-Man. He - he left so quickly that I didn’t get to th-thank him properly. If you s-see him, and you happen to remember, could you just pass along my thanks?”

And that seemed to do the trick. A wide grin spread on Peter’s face, genuinely happy at her favor. Her heart started doing somersaults at that look, beyond happy she could even do that to him. He nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be sure to pass that along.”

Her smile then matched his. “Great. Um - I’ll see you around, then. Enjoy the party.”

And she left the study, giddy that she could not only make Peter feel better, but also happy that the small detail of last night’s events that had been secretly bothering her would now hopefully be resolved. She found Michelle, who had picked up a book on coaching (no doubt one of Liz’s), and was consumed by it. Her happy mood carried her through the rest of the party, even managing a conversation with Betty Brant about Sophie’s podcast and journalism studies, and another conversation with Ned, who was apparently an avid Star Wars enthusiast (not unlike herself).

She almost didn’t notice that she didn’t see Peter for the rest of the evening. And when Flash started taunting Peter while he wasn’t even around, Lila managed to “accidentally” trip over a cord behind Flash’s DJ stand, ending the taunts for the rest of the evening while he tried to figure out what happened. She left the party shortly after, since her dad came to pick her and Michelle up at their request. As Michelle talked to Ted about the party, Lila stared out the window, noticing several houses having wrecked decor, children’s toys, and the occasional scattered mailbox. She also noticed the web-like strings that seemed to be scattered around them as well.

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If you're Still taking alluralance ideas, I'd love a laundry Room au. Like One of those ones where A thought they were alone So they Were Dancing around while they Fold and makeout with fresh out of the dryer Clothes and then they hear laughter, And it Turns out that B was Just folding in the Shadows and now it's Awkward

allurance

ao3 + masterpost

the laundry room in lance’s apartment was, to put it quite frankly, fucking horrific. he was pretty positive is used to be a torture chamber in the past, but maybe that was the marathoned hours of american horror story talking.

either way, it wasn’t uncommon for lance to put off his laundry for a couple of days because he was terrified of going down into the basement by himself. people could make fun of him all they wanted, the place looked like something out of a saw movie.

the fluorescent lights always flickered, the floors were disgusting, the boiler made the most horrendous noises, and the gaping, dark storage room pressed to the back of the room was currently without a door and left plenty of room for lance to imagine what kind of monster or murderer was hiding in the shadows.

he really needed to cool it on the true crime podcasts.

but there was no excuse today. lance was officially out of underwear so he needed to stay down there and get at least one load done. so lance plopped his speakers on top of his laundry basket, plugged in his phone, and played the only song he knew that could fill him with a sufficient enough amount of courage to plunge into the depths of the basement.

“be a man” from the mulan soundtrack.

once the drum line got started and li shang’s voice echoed through the room, lance immediately got pumped. yes, he was gonna fucking get down to business. this laundry was gonna get done and he was gonna make mulan proud. it’s not like he had anything else to do on a saturday night. might as well twerk it out to disney songs while his boxers dried.

he was sorting through his clothes as he sung rather loudly along to the lyrics. he threw a glare over to that hellishly dark storage room while he worked as if that was going to stick it to whatever was hiding in there.

“not today, satan,” lance called out. “i’m about to hit this chorus and your demonic ass is about to be shook.”

lance was measuring out the detergent the minute the chorus dropped, and he really went in and stretched out those sixth grade glee club muscles. he had this song memorized for years – as every respectable millennial disney baby should – and he couldn’t help but start dancing around the room as he poured in his soap, danced over to his basket, and started throwing clothes in.

“you’re a spineless, pale, pathetic, lot,” lance sang, really getting into character. “and you haaaaaven’t got a cluuuuuue – woah!”

lance turned around to grab from the basket, and for a moment he thought it was a ghost standing in the doorway of the laundry room. but he realized it was just a girl – one he recognized, maybe from four doors down, he’s mad he can’t put a name to that head of dyed grey hair. she was holding her own laundry basket under her arm as she laughed at the performance he was unintentionally putting on for her. lance coughed into his arm and tried to play it off like he wasn’t totally making a damn fool of himself, but then the next verse of the song came on and the girl in front of him thoroughly surprised him.

“i’m never gonna catch my breath,” she smirked.

lance’s eyes widened. “say goodbye to those who knew me.”

she dropped her basket on the laundry machine next to him. “boy was i a fool in school for cutting gym.”

“this guy’s got ‘em scared to death!”

“hope he doesn’t see right through me!”

“boy i really wish that i knew how to swiiiiiiiim!”

“BE A MAN!!!”

they both roared into the chorus with so much overdramatic vigor that lance was sure people on the first floor could hear them. but who cares, this was a classic. and this super cute girl was seriously giving him a run for his money with how well she knew these lyrics. god, she even held that long note at the end of the chorus like a total champ. they let the song keep going on without them as they collapsed into laughter against the dryers.

“oh god, i haven’t heard that song in a long while,” the girl laughed.

“seriously?” lance gasped. “i watched mulan like…last week.”

“it’s one of my favorite disney movies. well, that and aladdin. you can’t forget aladdin.”

lance pounded on his chest. “princesses of color. represent.”

the girl snorted into her hand and started to throw some of her sweaters into the washing machine. “sorry to interrupt you, but i had to jump in.”

“oh please, you did me a favor. that harmonizing we had going on was…” lance pressed his fingers to his lips and made a loud chef’s kiss to the air, “perfecto.”

“well, singing is always better when you have company,” she said. “besides, i was sort of hoping there was someone else down here. this laundry room always creeps me out.”

“doesn’t it? i feel like someone is gonna pop out the shadows and kill me.”

“i had a bloody nightmare about this basement the first time i came down here! swear on my life!”

“well, if you ever need back up and a bomb ass disney playlist when you’re doing laundry, i’m your dude. that stuff helps.”

allura grinned and shook her head at him as if she was surprised to see him suddenly standing in front of her. “i didn’t catch your name…”

“lance,” he said, holding out his hand. “i feel like i’ve seen you before. i’m in 507 if that helps.”

“allura,” she supplied. “and yes, i’ve definitely seen you going out for jogs early in the morning. i’m in 501.”

lance winked. “oh, well, hello neighbor. it was a pleasure dorking out to disney soundtracks with you.”

allura bowed dramatically. “likewise. have you got anymore queued up?”

“let’s see. i’ve got ‘be our guest,’ ‘friend like me,’ ‘let it go,’ and ‘i just can’t wait to be king.’ pick your poison.”

“‘friend like me’ obviously,” allura scoffed.

“right, right, aladdin junkie. why didn’t i realize sooner?”

“jasmine was my spirit animal. i dressed up as her for halloween three years in a row back when my hair was still black. i was the splitting image of her.”

“wait that’s so adorable. i’m so basic, i think i reused the same pirate costume for like five years.”

“you were a pirate for five years?”

“well, for the first year. next year i was a ghost pirate. then a zombie pirate. demon pirate. and a cuban pirate.”

allura chuckled. “what on earth is a cuban pirate?”

“a pirate with a cuban flag wrapped around his head that says truco o trato to all the gringos that answer the door.”

he left her laughing so hard that she stumbled back a couple of steps and had to catch herself against the machine behind her. “are you like this all the time?”

“please. this isn’t even me trying. you should wait until i really get the jokes going. you won’t survive.”

allura shrugged. “i mean, i have to stay here until my clothes are done washing. so i’ve got nothing but time.”

lance smiled. “alright. but remember. you asked.”

“listen, if it keeps me occupied on a saturday night, i promise i won’t mind.”

“well, if you eventually get tired of my jokes, i have aladdin on dvd back at my place. i could pop some popcorn and throw it on for us. i was getting kind of bored sitting in my apartment all day and laundry can only get so exciting.”

allura bit her lip, distracting herself with loading the rest of her clothes. “i’d like that. i’ll bring blankets and some sweets i brought back from work.”

“yes! sleepover! haven’t had one of those in a while.”

“hm?” allura smirked, raising a brow. “want me to sleepover, do you? you ought to ask me to dinner first.”

lance sputtered. “w-wha? no! no no. no, that’s not what i meant, no. totally platonic, buds being buds, watching a movie, five feet apart ‘cause we’re not gay.”

“that’s a shame,” allura shrugged. “if you wanted me all to yourself, all you had to do was ask.”

lance leaned into the start button on the washer at the same time she did and tried to play off the fervent jolt of excitement that lit up the length of his spine. “that was really smooth, allura.”

she giggled. “why thank you.”

“do you like takeout?” he offered. “i was thinking thai food.”

“i’ll pay if you show me pictures of all of those pirate halloween costumes. i feel like i’m only going to believe this cuban pirate story if i see it for myself.”

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