#*shows up a month later with starbucks* HEY SORRY I'M LATE

[doughnutwand]

The Misunderstanding

KIM MINGYU

I'm super excited. It's my checkup with the gynecologist. I'm 5 months pregnant and today Mingyu and I will finally know the gender of our baby.

"Mingyu~ are you ready?", I yelled from the bottom of the stairs. There was no answer so I decided to walk up instead. "Gyu?" I said as I peeked through the door. He looked at me with sadness in his eyes and I knew exactly what that meant. He couldn't come. Again. This was the 3rd time. "It's okay", I said with the most cheerful smile on my face hoping to hide my disappointment. "I'm really sorry baby but something really important came up and I have to attend to it", he said with a surprisingly uninterested tone. I wondered if he forgot about our gender reveal so I just said "we'll find out the gender next time". As if this situation wasn't so annoying he left by saying that I should just tell him later like it was no big deal. Was he not interested? Did he not care? I guess I'm just overreacting.

On my way to the hospital I decided to vent to my best friend Tzuyu but I guess she was busy because she didn't answer. Lately she's been busy a lot. It's like I don't have a best friend. It's the same with Mingyu. He's never around anymore. I guess that's just the life of an idol.

I arrived at the hospital but I was 30 minutes early so I thought that I should talk to my brother. S.Coups. Yes the leader of Seventeen and also the best brother ever.

Now that I think about it Mingyu said his schedule was free all morning. What could be so important that he has to miss the gender reveal. Something wasn't right but maybe I'm just being dramatic.

My thoughts were disturbed when I was called into the doctors room. Good Morning Mrs. Kim I see your alone today. Yes Doctor Cho. Mingyu had something important to attend to this morning so he couldn't make it. I tried my hardest to sound unbothered but I think she saw right through me. Doctor Cho just smiled at me and asked if I still wanted to know the gender today and I agreed.

Then she said it. "Mrs Kim. Your having a girl". I was over the moon. Mingyu and I hoped to get a baby girl now we're actually having one. This is going to make him so happy.

As soon as I jumped into the car I called Mingyu but unsurprisingly there was no answer so I thought I'd just surprise him at work. I stopped at Starbucks to pick up some coffee and cakes for the SEVENTEEN members. They're having dance practice right now so I thought they'd be hungry.

I got to the practice room, happily greeted the members and gave them their food but something was of. My brother and husband were not there. "Hey guys. Where's Mingyu and Cheol?", I asked with a concerned expression. Jeonghan gave me a hesitant look which made me more suspicious. "Cheol went out looking for Mingyu", Jeonghan said. Wait Mingyu didn't show up to practice? I was starting to get really angry because first Mingyu doesn't show up for the scan, his phone is off, he hasn't showed up to work and he's being so secretive.

I called him again but still no answer so I called my brother.

"Cheol where are you? And where's Mingyu?". He stayed quiet. There was something he wasn't telling me. "Choi Seungcheol where are you and whats going on?!" I said raising my voice a little. He sighed and told me to meet him at my house.

Without a second thought I rushed down to my car and started to drive home. My mind racing with thoughts I didn't even want to think about. Is Mingyu okay? Has he been......... cheating on me? I brushed that thought of the moment it entered my head not wanting to believe any of it.

I arrived at my house and saw my brother parked outside so I walked as fast as I could to him. "Oppa what's going on. Please tell me the truth", I said with tears forming in my eyes. He hugged me and said words I never thought I'd hear "I think Mingyu could be cheating on you. With Tzuyu". I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to believe it. Tzuyu is my best friend and Mingyu is my husband. This made no sense. "How do you know this?", I asked with an almost dead expression on my face.

"Well I know how worried you were about Mingyu so I tried to call him but also had no luck reaching him. I decided to go out looking -", his words were cut off by a car pulling into the driveway.

It was Mingyu. I tried to compose myself and tried to think of what to say to him. He was shocked to see Seungcheol and I together. My brother didn't even give him a second to say anything before approaching him but I stopped him from doing or saying just yet.

I walked up to Mingyu looked him dead in the eye and said "Kim Mingyu I'm only going to ask you once and I want the TRUTH. Where were you? And why weren't you answering any of our calls?". I was serious and I wanted answers. He avoided my eyes and kept stuttering. So I asked another question, "Mingyu. Were you with Tzuyu today?" He was taken a back. I already knew the answer to that, it was written all over his face.

Mingyu suddenly began apologizing over and over again but I wasn't finished. I still had questions. So I asked them one at a time. Is she the reason you kept missing all of our scans and being busy all the time?

He quickly replied with a no. "Baby I promise its not what you think-". "THEN WHAT IS IT" I yelled as the tears finally started rolling down my face. My brother hugged me tightly as I broke down.

Mingyu just looked at the both of us not knowing what to say. I turned to look at him and with a pleading tone I said, "Please tell me that this is all a misunderstanding Mingyu". He took a deep breath and Began to tell his story.

There really was something important that came up. My manager called me to try and set me up with some future projects. I told him I was busy but he insist I'd come meet him at the Cafe near the HYBE building. So I went. We discussed some plans and when I was leaving i bumped into Tzuyu. I greeted her and we spoke for a while. She started acting weird and touchy and I was a bit uncomfortable because she's your best friend and I didn't understand why she was acting this way. I think she might of been drunk or something. When I told her I was leaving she basically threw herself onto me. I don't know why she was trying to cause such a big scene. But y/n I'd never cheat on you. Your my wife and we're having a baby soon. I could never do that to you or our child.

Seungcheol didn't look to convinced with Mingyu's statement. "How do we know your not lying Mingyu?", he asked in a firm tone. Mingyu just looked at me. I could see how hard he was trying to hold back his tears. "Y/n. Please trust me. You know me. I would never do this to you. I love you too much to do something like that to you". His words were very sincere and I could tell that he was speaking the truth. "I trust you Mingyu", I said as I hugged him.

We both began to cry in each other's arms. "I'm sorry y/n that this happend. I promise nothing of this sort will ever happen again", he said holding onto me tightly. "Shhh Mingyu it's over now everything is alright", I said. He just looked at me and I kissed him.

"Can the both of you get a room", Seungcheol said as he made a weird face. "Oh oppa. Sorry I forgot you were here". He just rolled his eyes at me. "Baby what's the gender of our baby?", Mingyu asked nervously. Oh right I almost forgot about that. The both of them nervously waited for my answer. "Mingyu. Seongcheol. ITS A GIRL!" They both jumped excitedly and hugged me. "Hyung did you here that?! I'm having a daughter", Mingyu yelled in happiness as he took me into his arms. "And I'm having a niece", Cheol yelled.

This was the best feeling in the world. Having the two men I love most in the world and soon my baby girl.

[obtusemedia]

Ranking Lady Gaga's albums, from worst to best

Being a Lady Gaga fan can be an exercise in frustration.

Gaga is far more ambitious than most popstars — I doubt we’ll ever see Ariana Grande or Ed Sheeran make an album as left-field as Born This Way or ARTPOP. But she's also far less consistent, with numerous misbegotten projects.

Gaga's undeniably successful, with five #1 hits, an Oscar and multiple iconic music videos to her name. But her messy album rollouts and tradition of underperforming lead singles make her feel like an underdog compared to the more polished, precise careers of her contemporaries like Taylor Swift, Beyoncé or Bruno Mars.

Gaga is kind of a mess. But she's our mess. This album ranking will cover some records I can't stand — albums that make me constantly hit the fast-forward button, or albums I ignore altogether. But there isn't a single record on here that wasn't a bold move. Even the "back to basics" albums made strong aesthetic choices.

So let's dive into the career of the most fascinating Millennial popstar.

#8: Cheek To Cheek (2014)

This really shouldn't count. It's a Lady Gaga album in name only. But, technically it's a Gaga album, so here we are.

I've got nothing against Gaga having fun playing Rat Pack-era dress-up with Tony Bennett. She's a theatre kid at heart, and I'm sure every theatre kid would kill to make a Great American Songbook covers record like this. It sounds like she and Tony enjoyed themselves, so I'm happy for them!

...but I'm sorry. I can't be objective about Cheek To Cheek, it's the opposite of my taste. There's only so many bland lounge ballads I can take.

BEST SONGS: I have to pick one? "Anything Goes" is cute, I guess.

WORST SONG: "Sophisticated Lady"

#7: A Star Is Born (2018)

Let me first make this clear — A Star Is Born, the movie starring Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga? It's a masterpiece. It's electrifying and tragic and I'm still upset it didn't sweep the Oscars that year. There's even a cute dog! You won't hear me say a bad word about it.

But A Star Is Born, the accompanying soundtrack? It's extremely hit-and-miss.

Yes, it includes arguably Gaga's best-ever song and one of the greatest movie hits ever written, "Shallow." And there's plenty of other great tunes in the tracklist too — "Always Remember Us This Way," "I'll Never Love Again," the "La Vie En Rose" cover.

Even the country-rock songs from Bradley Cooper (who, reminder, is not a professional singer) are mostly good! "Black Eyes" RIPS, and "Maybe It's Time" feels like a long-lost classic.

But sadly, there are so many mediocre filler tracks on this thing. The second half of A Star Is Born's hour-plus runtime (Gaga's longest!) is padded with generic songs like "Look What I've Found," "Heal Me" and "I Don't Know What Love Is." The only good one out of the bunch is the silly, intentionally-bad "Why Did You Do That?"

In the movie, these filler tracks serve a point – they're meant to show Gaga's character selling out. They work in the movie when you hear them for a few seconds and see Cooper make a drunkly disappointed scowl. But I don't want to listen to them, and sadly, they make up half the album.

In other words — A Star Is Born would've made an incredible six or seven-song EP. But as an 63-minute-long record? It's a slog.

BEST SONGS: "Shallow", "Always Remember Us This Way," "Maybe It's Time"

WORST SONG: "Heal Me"

#6: Joanne (2016)

After Born This Way and ARTPOP, I get why Gaga needed to make a more lowkey, back-to-basics album. I also understand that many of these songs have extremely personal lyrics for her.

But is a down-to-earth album what I really want from our most outré popstar? Not really.

Luckily, Joanne is better than that description suggests. Yes, there are some bland acoustic ballads and awkward hippie-era throwbacks (two styles that are really not in Gaga's wheelhouse), but there's also some Springsteen-style heartland rockers! And those go hard in the paint.

Joanne works best when Gaga works the record's dusty aesthetics into her brand of weirdo pop, like on the sizzling "John Wayne," the winking "A-YO" or the delightfully extra Florence Welch duet "Hey Girl."

The record also has "Perfect Illusion" — a glorious red herring of a lead single that sounds nothing like anything else on Joanne. It's a roided-up mixture of woozy Tame Impala production and hair metal histrionics, and it rules. It might be Gaga's best-ever lead single! (at the very least, it's her most underrated.)

And there is one slow tune that's unambiguously great: "Million Reasons," another solid Gaga lighters-in-the-air power ballad pastiche.

Despite what some Little Monsters may tell you, Joanne isn't a disaster. There's some great stuff in there, and even the worst songs are just forgettable. But it's still far from her best.

BEST SONGS: "Perfect Illusion," "Diamond Heart," "Million Reasons"

WORST SONG: "Come To Mama"

#5: Chromatica (2020)

When Chromatica was released near the start of the COVID-19 pandemic, it had been seven years since Gaga had released music in her classic gonzo-synthpop vein. I can easily picture the record serving as an "ugh fine, I'll give you what you want" response to the many Little Monsters annoyed with Gaga's half-decade of folksy ballads and Julie Andrews cosplay.

I'll say this about Chromatica — outside of The Fame Monster, it's her most consistent record. There's not a single track that's a glaring mistake. And the three singles — "Stupid Love," "911" and the triumphant Ariana Grande duet "Rain On Me" — easily stand among her best tracks.

But although "all bangers, no ballads" album sounds rad in theory, it doesn't really succeed in practice. Chromatica is solid, but it's also a very same-y record. It feels like Gaga had one really great idea for the album ('90s club music with super-depressing lyrics) and repeated it over and over and over again to diminishing results.

There are some songs that are able to separate themselves: the three singles, of course, as well as the goofy "Babylon" and "Sine From Above," the Elton John duet that's the closest Chromatica gets to a ballad. But by the end of the album, you feel more worn out than electrified.

Also — and this is probably unfair, but still — Chromatica came out just a couple months after another retro-dance blockbuster pop album: Dua Lipa's magnum opus, Future Nostalgia. That's not a flattering comparison.

BEST SONGS: "Rain On Me," "Stupid Love," "911"

WORST SONG: "1000 Doves"

#4: The Fame (2008)

Out of all of Gaga's records, The Fame is most like a time capsule. It REEKS of late '00s/early '10s pop — which isn't an entirely fair criticism, seeing as Gaga popularized that era's sleazy, synthy aesthetic. It's also not a bad thing! I don't mind a little nostalgia!

As you already know, The Fame's singles are masterworks. "Just Dance," "Poker Face," "Paparazzi" — these tracks have titanic legacies for good reason. And although it's probably the least-beloved of this album's hits, despite being a total banger, "LoveGame" should still be commended for having arguably the most Gaga lyric ever (you know, the "disco stick" line).

And even though those tracks are front-loaded on The Fame, there are some gems deeper in the tracklist. "Summerboy" is basically Gwen Stefani covering The Strokes (so obviously, it's great). "Eh, Eh" is adorable. "Starstruck" is the most 2008 song ever recorded, with aggressive Auto-Tune and Flo Rida showing up to make Starbucks jokes.

Sadly, The Fame still feels like Gaga before she became fully-formed at certain points. The back half has a number of songs that feel like generic club tracks forced by the label, and "Paper Gangsta" is one of the clunkiest songs in Gaga's catalogue.

But at the very least, the bad songs on The Fame at least serve as little nostalgia bombs for that era of pop. And the best songs are untouchable classics.

BEST SONGS: "Paparazzi," "Just Dance," "Summerboy"

WORST SONG: "Paper Gangsta"

#3: ARTPOP (2013)

For much of Gaga's career, she's been ahead of the curve. She tries something, and a year or a few years later, other popstars try something similar to diminishing results.

That doesn't just apply to the successful stuff, like Gaga's extravagant music videos inspiring many copycats from 2010-2013. It also applies to the mid-late '10s trend of legacy popstars making a controversial record with risky aesthetic or lyrical choices that backfired: reputation. Witness. Man of The Woods.

Gaga did this first, with ARTPOP — arguably the most abrasive, and bizzare major label album released by a major modern popstar. And she did it better, because unlike Swift, Perry and Timberlake, Gaga's weirdness was for real. And it was in service of some prime, hyper-aggressive bangers.

ARTPOP isn't Gaga's best work — some of her experiments on it are major misfires, from the obnoxious "Mary Jane Holland" to the bland Born This Way leftover (and Romani slur-utilizing) "Gypsy."

But when ARTPOP is on, it's ON. The opening stretch in particular, from "Aura" to "Venus" to "G.U.Y." to "Sexxx Dreams," is chaotic synthpop at its finest. Those songs took Gaga's classic sound to an apocalyptic, demented extreme, and they're fantastic.

"MANiCURE" is a great glam-rock banger, "Dope" is another classic Gaga piano ballad, the title track is some sikly-smooth dreampop; even the misguided, clunky trap anthem "Jewels N' Drugs" is bad in a hilarious, charming way!

Trust me: ARTPOP will go down in history not as a flop, but as a gutsy, underrated record from a legend. Less Witness, more In Utero.

BEST SONGS: "G.U.Y.," "Venus," "Sexxx Dreams"

WORST SONG: "Gypsy"

#2: The Fame Monster (2009)

Objectively speaking, this is probably the best Gaga album.

It's her one record with no fluff, no filler — only 34 minutes and 8 tracks, all of them stellar.

It's the record that took Gaga from "wow, this new woman is a fresh new face in pop!" to "this woman IS pop."

It's the record with her signature track, "Bad Romance," which was accompanied by arguably the greatest music video of the 21st Century. (It also has my absolute favorite Gaga track, the relentlessly catchy "Telephone.")

I don't think I need to explain what makes mega-smashes "Bad Romance" and "Telephone" and "Alejandro" great, nor the accompanying legendary deep cuts "Speechless" and "Dance In The Dark." They speak for themselves.

However — the sleek, calculated perfection of The Fame Monster, while incredible, isn't something I return to often. It's just not the side of Gaga that's my favorite. That honor would have to go to...

BEST SONGS: "Telephone," "Dance In The Dark," "Bad Romance"

WORST SONG: "So Happy I Could Die" (but it's still pretty solid)

#1: Born This Way (2011)

One of my favorite podcasts is Blank Check. The concept of the show is to analyze each movie by a famous director — in particular, those who had big success early on and then got a blank check to make whatever crazy passion project they wanted. Here's a great example: because Batman was a massive hit, Tim Burton got to make whatever Hot Topic-core movies he wanted to for decades, from Edward Scissorhands to a creepy Willy Wonka remake.

That long-winded tangent is just to say: Born This Way was Lady Gaga's blank check. By early 2011, she had conquered the pop universe, notching hit after hit after hit. Every other pop star was copying her quirky music videos. So the label let Gaga do whatever she wanted — and she didn't waste that opportunity.

Born This Way is wildly overproduced. It's both extremely trend-chasing (those synths were cutting edge at the time but charmingly dated now), but also deeply uncaring about what the teens want (I don't think Springsteen and Queen homages were big at the time). And I love every messy, overblown second of it.

From the hair-metal/synthpop hybrid opener "Marry The Night" to the majestic '80s power ballad "The Edge of Glory," Born This Way starts at an 11. And Gaga never takes her foot off the pedal for the album's entire hour-plus run time. Clanging electric guitars, thunderous synths and Clarence Clemons (!!!) sax solos collide into each other as Gaga champions every misfit and loser in the world. It's gloriously corny in the best way possible.

Born This Way is also the perfect middle ground of pop-savvy Gaga and gonzo Gaga. It doesn't go quite as hard as ARTPOP, but the hooks are stronger. And the oddball moments are tons of fun, from the sci-fi biker anthem "Highway Unicorn" to the goofy presidential-sex banger "Government Hooker" ("Put your hands on me/John F. Kennedy" might be the greatest line in pop history).

Born This Way will always be my favorite Gaga album. It's armed with nuclear-grade hooks, slamming beats, and soaring anthems. Although it's not as untouchably pristine as the Mt. Rushmore of '10s pop classics (for the record, that's 1989, EMOTION, Lemonade and, of course, Melodrama), Gaga isn't best served by meticulousness. She's proudly tacky and histrionic, and so that's what makes Born This Way an utter joy.

BEST SONGS: "The Edge of Glory," "You and I," "Marry The Night"

WORST SONG: "Bloody Mary"

[robinrunsfiction]

Hi!! I was new here and read some stuff of yours and I'm?? Impressed of them?? Great job!! So, uhh, if you don't really mind, would you be in the mood of writing a Mikey Way x female reader where the reader has a really nice friend (with who they hang out much) so Mikey gets jealous and tries to impress her with every way? Sorry if this is too specific, I loved your writing preety much!! And, oh! Put some angst and fluff if you can! Love yaa!! ♡♡♡♡♡

And It's Our Time Now If You Want It To Be

Pairing: Mikey Way x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Anon Word Count: 2300 exactly Author’s Note: Shout out to my friends for again appearing in stories they will never know exist! I hope that this is what you were looking for anon! Shout out to @mariawritesfanfic for giving me direction in the middle

Mikey walked into the crowded party and looked around for a familiar face. He'd been away on tour for a few months and the one thing that kept him sane between soundchecks and shows and interviews and the long nights alone on the bus was (YN). The guys liked to give him shit for constantly texting her, especially since they weren't even going out, but Mikey didn't care. (YN) was his anchor in the storm of craziness that was life in a massively popular touring band.

Finally he spotted her, but as he crossed the room to her, it was as if time slowed down. She was talking excitedly to some guy he'd never seen before, touching his arm, head tossed back as she laughed. Mikey felt his heart jump up in his throat as he paused, wondering if he should just leave. He told her he'd meet her here, but he left out that it was because he wanted to tell her in person how much she meant to him and to see if she'd be willing to take a chance with him.

He must have been staring too long, as (YN) looked his way and her face lit up in a grin as she rushed over to him, throwing her arms around him in a big hug. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her as well, taking the opportunity that he feared he might not get again.

"Mikey! I missed you so much!" She exclaimed as she pulled back.

"Me too, I mean, I missed you too," he laughed self-consciously. Despite usually being pretty smooth when flirting with someone, seeing (YN) in person short-circuited his brain. 

To his relief she just laughed as she looked up at him. "Oh your hair is getting long, I like it like that!"

"Then I'll cancel my haircut tomorrow," he replied.

"Good, then we can all hang out!" 

"Is something going on?"

"Come here," she said tugging on his arm. To his dismay they were going over to the guy she had been talking to before. "Mikey, this is Nate."

Nate extended his hand in greeting. "Hey, nice to meet you."

"Hey," Mikey replied curtly as he shook his hand.

(YN)'s eyes flicked between the men. "Nate just moved out here last month for work. We went to high school together, played in the orchestra and went to prom together too, all that kinda stuff," (YN) explained with a wave of her hand.

"Yea, we were just talking about the weird game we used to play at lunch," Nate replied.

"And I still think we can make it into a drinking game," (YN) shrugged. "Anyway, like I was saying before, I'm getting a few people together for dinner tomorrow at Fresco, can you make it? You said you're gonna cancel your haircut," (YN) smiled up at Mikey and his stomach did a flip.

"Yea, I can be there," Mikey nodded. (YN) might not know it, but she could ask him to do anything and he would agree to it.

"Great!" She grinned as she gave his arm a squeeze as her hand lingered.

"Hey (YN), it's getting kinda late," Nate said cut in politely. 

"Oh, right, you got work tomorrow," (YN) replied. "Mikey, I'm so glad I got to see you even if it was just for a second, I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

Mikey smiled halfheartedly. "Yea, see ya," he replied as she leaned in and gave him a quick hug. 

And then he watched as the girl of his dreams left with another man.

~

The next night Mikey arrived at the restaurant and spotted (YN) sitting next to Nate in a large corner booth. They were engrossed in their conversation until he walked up.

“Hey Mikey! Sit!” (YN) greeted him, patting the spot next to her. He couldn’t help but feel relieved that she still wanted him near her, even if Nate was on her other side. “We’re just waiting for a couple of others. But Mikey, I was just telling Nate how much you and Gee play D&D. Nate plays too, maybe you could, I dunno, play together? I don’t get how any of that stuff works,” (YN) said with a shake of her head as she sat back so they could see each other better.

“Umm yea we play a lot,” Mikey replied. He understood that she was trying to be nice to Nate, but he really didn’t want to have to spend any more time with the guy than he had to.

“Cool, what do you play?” Nate asked, he seemed genuinely interested.

“Human cleric,” he answered.

“Nice. I have an elf wizard character I usually play,” Nate replied.

“I don’t know what any of this means,” (YN) shook her head. “Why do I hang out with such nerds?”

“Who’s a nerd?” Mikey looked up and recognized a couple of (YN)’s other friends.

“These two!” (YN) laughed. “Eli, Jennifer, this is Nate. Nate, these are my friends Eli and Jennifer.”

They exchanged hellos as they slid into the other end of the booth and soon after the waiter came to take their orders. The conversation shifted from D&D to less nerdy topics, but Mikey was barely listening anyway until he felt (YN)’s knee bump against his under the table. 

“Mikey,” (YN) whispered.

“Hmm?” He snapped back to attention.

“I was asking how your tour went? (YN) was telling us about it,” Jennifer asked again.

He glanced over at (YN), who was looking back at him eagerly, and realized that her knee was still pressed against his. Maybe it was nothing, but he couldn’t help but feel like it was something and he had a thought. If he had a snowball’s chance in hell with (YN), he’d need to impress her, make her realize that he was better than Nate in some way.

“It was awesome. They were the biggest shows we’ve ever done as headliners and it was so amazing playing to these giant sold out crowds every night.”

“That’s awesome,” Nate commented, clearly impressed. “Are you constantly busy when you’re touring?”

“When he’s not busy texting (YN) all day while she’s at work,” Jennifer said with a smirk. He glanced over at (YN) and saw she was blushing and looking down.

“I mean,” (YN) started, but then the waiter came back with the check. As soon as they set it on the table Mikey grabbed it as (YN) started to reach for it. 

"I got it."

“Oh, I was actually gonna take care of it, as a thank you to (YN) for introducing me to so many cool people out here. I was really feeling lonely until we reconnected,” Nate said with a smile.

“Guys, it’s fine, I organized the dinner, I can take care of it,” (YN) insisted.

“I feel like I should argue that I should take the check, but,” Jennifer shrugged.

“Right?” Eli laughed.

“I insist,” Nate said to Mikey..

“No, allow me,” Mikey replied, digging out his wallet for his credit card.

"You don't have to do that," (YN) replied with a shake of her head.

“I’m happy to do it,” he replied.

“Thanks Mikey,” Nate smiled over at him, and everyone chimed in their thanks. Mikey glanced back at (YN). She was looking back at him a with an expression that was a mix of amusement and exasperation, but her knee was still against his under the table

~

It had been a few weeks since he had gotten back from being on tour, and while Mikey had gotten to hang out with (YN) it was never alone as it seemed Nate was always around, along with Eli and a few others. He started bringing Ray along because he thought he might as well have back up, but unfortunately Ray and Nate also seemed to get along splendidly. That was part of the problem; Nate was so nice, it was hard for him to find fault with the guy, other than he was with the girl he loved. But despite his frustrations, he didn't want to get in the way of (YN)’s happiness with Nate.

It was late morning, but Mikey was still feeling half asleep as he dragged himself into Starbucks. The cafe was busy, even for a Saturday, and as he waited for his drink, he glanced around at the other patrons. Suddenly he realized he recognized two of them at the table by the window and his heart leapt into his throat.

It was Nate, sitting at a table with a girl that was not (YN). When he looked again, he realized it was her friend Eli. He tried not to stare, but couldn't help stealing glances. They were very clearly holding hands, then they were getting up, and he was pressing a kiss to her temple before wrapping his arm around her waist and walking out together.

Mikey's head was spinning. He didn't want to know this. He didn't want to break (YN)'s heart or make her think he was lying to her because he was jealous. What felt like an eternity later, his drink was ready. As he walked back to his car, he decided he had to do what was right, what he would hope a true friend would do for him.

~

"Hey Mikey, what are you doing here?" She asked when she opened the door. He had driven around for an hour before he worked up the nerve to go to her house. 

"Can we talk?" 

"Yea, come in," she said ushering him in.

They sat down on the couch and he drew in a deep breath. "I have something to tell you and I don't want to, but you deserve to know."

"What? What is going on?" She asked, her voice becoming strained with nerves.

"I was at Starbucks this morning and I saw Nate with Eli. It looked like they were on a date because they were holding hands and he had his arm around her, the whole thing. I'm so sorry, but you deserve to know."

Relief flooded across (YN)’s face in an instant. “Well I should hope so! She told me she was going to spend the day with him today.”

It was Mikey's turn to be stunned. "But, wait, I thought you and him were going out."

"Pfft, no. We kinda went out in high school, but we're just friends now,” she said with a dismissive wave.

"Shit," he laughed, running his hand through his hair. Then the relief he felt turned to embarrassment.

"Wait, is that why you've been acting so weird since you came back from tour?" She asked, her eyes narrowing as a smirk started to cross her face.

"Whaddya mean?" He replied, trying to sound calm, but his heart was hammering in his chest.

"I wanted to introduce you to Nate because I thought you'd really get along, but you froze him out! And then you kept trying to one up him all the time, like that time picking up the check for the table."

Mikey sat back and shrugged, trying to keep his poker face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do. Come on Mikey, just tell me what is going on with you. I was so looking forward to you being home, but everything has been so weird since you got back."

Mikey drew in another deep breath, recalling everything he intended to say that night at the party. "It's because... You're one of the most important people in my life and when I was on the road, knowing I could talk to you when shit got overwhelming or boring or I couldn't sleep, it kept me sane. That night at the party I wanted to tell you all that, but I thought you were with him and I didn't want to ruin something if you were happy. I just want the best for you."

"I should have clarified that night, I'm so sorry if you were hurt thinking me and Nate were together," she said softly. "But you really want the best for me, regardless of how it left you feeling, huh?"

Mikey looked down, it was now or never. "Yea, because that's what you do for the person you love." When he finally looked back up, (YN) looked stunned, but was smiling.

"I was really hoping that was the reason," she replied, shifting over so she was sitting knee to knee with him, and taking his hand. "Because there is no one else I wanna be with but you."

A smile broke across Mikey's face as well. "So maybe we can…"

"Start over from the night at the party?"

"Yea," he laughed.

She grinned and threw her arms around him in a hug, just like the night at the party. "Welcome home, I missed you!"

"I missed you too (YN). Thank you for being there for me while I was on tour. Would you please go out with me?"

(YN) nodded excitedly. "Yes! I'd love to, 'cause I love you too, Mikey."

It took a moment for the words to fully register in his mind, but when they did he reached up and grabbed her face between his hands and pressed his lips against hers with everything he had. He felt her wrap her arms around him again, and her smiling against his lips. When they pulled back he rested his forehead against hers as he caressed her cheek.

“So how about that date?” (YN) said with a smile.

“Now?” Mikey asked, sitting back, surprised at her proposition.

“Yea, we have weeks of lost time to make up for. Oh and this time, I’m gonna pick up the check,” she smirked.

Mikey laughed. “Come on, who are you trying to impress?”

[adventuresloane]

"i know it hurts, i'm sorry" or "look at me- you're safe." with taako and lup??? theyre v e r y good siblings and thats a relationship that doesnt get explored as often in fandom as it should

((F*ck it I know it's late but I wanna post this now.))

"I know it hurts," Lup says almost at the same moment he lets out another pained hiss. "I'm sorry." Both of his cheeks are scraped, and the disinfectant turns the constant dull burn into a sharper sting. This wouldn't be the first time his face has gotten scraped up like this. It isn't even the first time he's gotten his face scraped up after being dragged around by the hair by someone who'd caught him red-handed in a con. He knows it's got to feel worse before it feels better. That doesn't stop the tears from rolling down his face, mixing with the gritty dirt and the blood and the stinging stuff.

She's saying something else now. "Sorry," she whispers with every other dab of the cloth. "Sorry."

"I know you're hungry," Taako murmurs as she feels the familiar scrape inside her belly. The hurt is low and deep, like shame. Lately, she's been turning tail on more fights than she would have liked--or, rather, Taako's been dragging her out of every potential scrap, even when she's primed to charge in screaming. It's terrible. It's humiliating, to receive parting blows to her back as they run away, and she sulks at Taako for it every time. But she knows he's right even in those moments. She couldn't very well fight when sometimes just standing up made her vision go dark.

He's sitting with his back to the fire, hunched over and turned away from her. She knows what he's doing, though, because it's the same thing he's been trying to work on for weeks. It makes her feel useless just lying there, but all the same, each one of her exhausted limbs anchors her to the ground. He's brandishing a scavenged wand that he threw together from a broken yew branch and a tiger's-eye bead that had "fallen" (been knocked) from a jeweler's stand. If he can just get the gesture right, the precise flick of his fingers, he could use transmutation magic to turn the bark in front of him to a meal for them both. She knew he could do it. She hoped.

In the past, he's succeeded some. The food he crafts from magic fills her. That's all it has to do at this point. But that doesn't stop him from doing what he can to make it taste less like cotton in her mouth. Wild onions and berries that they'd found in sparse patches, not nearly enough to make a meal but suitable for flavoring. Grasses and herbs from the roadside. A single acorn. He tries it all. They both do whenever they're able, stirring ingredients in shoulder-to-shoulder. They dip small fingers into pots together, making faces at each other in unison when the experiment ends up tasting like shit, relishing quietly when it doesn't.

"I know when you're cold, Taako," she says with not a little exasperation. For probably the eighteenth time that night, she's just asked him whether he needs to share the blanket with her, and he's promptly denied it.

"What part of 'Taako's good out here' didn't you get?" he grumbles. She doesn't have to be so insistent. He hasn't even been shivering--he learned long ago how to stop himself from doing it. It pisses him off, sometimes, how she just assumes shit about how he's feeling all the time. It pisses him off more that she's usually right.

"Yeah, sure." She pulls the thin wool blanket over to where he lies on the floor of the abandoned house that they've found for the night. Then she lies down and pulls it over the both of them before wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing up against him. The wool cloth is barely enough to fully wrap around one of them. The cold starts to lose its teeth, though, pulling away from his chilled skin.

Only the warmth isn't coming from the blanket. It's too immediate. It soaks into him and settles somewhere deep inside, like it's making a home, like it's always belonged there. It's centered on his belly, where her hands rest. He looks under the blanket, and it's only because of the darkness underneath that he can see her fingers, just faintly, glowing. "Lup?"

"Something new I'm working on," she says quietly against his back, and even turned away from her, he can hear the smile in her voice.

"Dope," he whispers back. On the other hand, it isn't always bad, her assumptions.

"Okay, I know you're tired, but listen, I finally figured it out." The slap of books on the table echoes through the floor of the library, earning him several shushes that he ignores.

"You'd better have," she groans, forehead still pressed to wood grain. "If I spend another hour staring at this equation, I'm going to meld with this chair." It feels ungrateful even saying that. The IPRE Academy's dorm is both the most permanent and the most comfortable of homes they've had in years, and even if they've taken to doctoring up the bland cafeteria food with magic, they wouldn't trade their meal plan. The least she can do is put more effort into keeping the scholarship they've earned.

"Don't worry, I'll walk you through it, since as we're all aware by now I'm a goddamn genius. Hey, by the way, you look like death."

"Thanks for that," she mutters.

"You should skip class tomorrow. I'll tell the professor you were puking or something."

She sighs and finally lifts her head. "No, I should go, I'll just..." She trails off when she sees the cardboard Fantasy Starbucks cup that had been silently placed beside her. It smells of caramel and just the right amount of whip. She doesn't have to take the lid off to know that he got her order right.

"Koko...thanks."

"What?" he says, though she knows he heard her. "Here, let me show you how to solve this."

I know you want it, is what Lup says with the look she gives him. Her brows are arched and there's a smirk on her face and that's all the prompting he needs. He pulls the furry, five-colored, gloriously hideous jacket off the store rack and adds it to the heap he carries in both his arms. It's not like they'll have much time to shop for the two months that they'll be in space. Might as well get it in now.

Their coworkers at the IPRE will poke fun at both of them later for blowing their money on ugly crap. Let them. The only thing that matters is that the pair of them get it. Lup never asks why he needs a third pair of holographic pants. The whole point is that he doesn't need them at all, the same way she doesn't need a sequin dress she'll likely never wear--it's novelty, still, buying what they don't absolutely need. They'll surround themselves with absolute unnecessaries, to assure themselves that they're really and truly here, that they've made it to this place.

Lup also doesn't ask why he mends the same holes in shirts four times in a row, when he has so many others and it would be far less of an effort to just throw the old ones out. She doesn't ask why he saves everything, just like he doesn't have to ask why she dives for change she sees on the sidewalk. Nothing needs to be said.

I know you're out there, he thinks as he and Barry search yet another dripping cave. She's not here. He knows that they have to check anyway, leave no stone unturned and all that, but his gut tells him that it's yet another waste of time, that they'll hit the stone wall before long and find nothing. He would know if she were near, the same way he knows that she's not gone forever, yet. He thinks he would know right away if she were. He would cease to exist in his current form as soon as she left this world.

I know you're out there, she does not so much think as feel, because complete and coherent thought has not yet returned to her in this black place. She's a planet at the time of its birth, still formless and shifting unshaped in a lightless and soundless void. She doesn't know much yet--so little she knows, so little has come back to her--but she knows that she isn't who she was. She can't be, out of context. She can't be who she's supposed to be when she's not part of a system, when she's alone. The rest of her is somewhere among the stars that she can no longer see.

These people just don't get him. This old dwarf and beefy human he's traveling with, they ask him why he's so hellbent on stealing and raiding all the corpses for goods, why he needs to sleep near the fireplace even though the Bureau's rooms are well heated. He doesn't like questions, especially when they're about himself. He can't answer them. Why should he have to answer them? He doesn't have to explain himself. He's Taako, From TV. He's got needs.

He shouldn't get mad at them. It's not like he knows them either, or cares to. It's wrong, maybe, to expect that they should anticipate his needs, or that anyone should. But he feels like someone should. Just once, he thinks, he shouldn't have to ask before someone knows what he needs.

I know you, comes a voice from some dark place. Taako, I know who you are.

[hellofanimagination]

Hey, Baby I'm Not Your Superhuman (Except That I Am)

Prompt: “i accidentally fell asleep in the bookstore you work in cause i read so much au” More like Peter spends too much time trying to figure out a new formula for web fluid and falls asleep in the bookstore where y/n works

Warnings: Robbery, Mild Violence, Guns

Word Count: 3,250

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: tfw when a tiny fic turns into 7 pages lol

--

Bookstores are quiet and calm, easy going, no one ever yells or fights or steals, it’s a great place to work. Which is why you’re working at Homecoming Books to put yourself through nursing school, it’s easy and pays a good amount-mainly because you work long hours and you’re the only one who will actually show up on weekends. Of course there are the few oddball customers who make you question if all those things about bookstores are true; like that guy who comes in and hits on you while buying those awkward ‘steamy romance’ novels, or that group of kids who come in and move books around and talk too loudly and then leave their empty starbucks cups when they leave. However their are the best customers too, like that girl who comes in and discusses medicine with you late on Saturdays, or that really cute boy who reads almost three books every time he comes in and sits in the back area with the beanbags and leaves at closing. You don’t know why he spends sunday nights in the back of a bookstore when he could be home but you appreciate the company, even if you’ve never spoken more than three words.

It’s Sunday evening and there are a few people milling about-the family of three looking at picture books, the teenagers in the mystery section, and the seniors book club that meets in the reading area by the romance novels. And of course the cute boy, he’s slouched in a green beanbag with his nose in a book about science, he looks like he’s taking notes. You ring up a costumer and then make your way over to where he sits and he is taking notes, scribbling in a little notepad diagrams and equations, it looks like he’s doodling something about webs and spiders but he flips the page before you can get a good look. You make yourself look busy rearranging the section of expensive science textbooks that were donated by Stark Industries last month. You glance over and catch the cute boy looking at you, his eyes get wide and he shoves his face down into his book, you giggle and smile and see his face heat up.

You want to talk to him, ask his name at least, but your throat feels dry just looking at him so you keep your mouth shut. You steal glances though, of his gentle brown waves and his expressive eyes, how quickly he writes out equations, the way he bites at his lip when he messes up or is thinking hard. You want to ask what he’s working on, he looks about your age he could be going to school for a science field, maybe he’s a nerd with a job with someone like Tony Stark, maybe he’s just a guy who works at a coffee shop but loves math and science. Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe...you want to know him. But you can’t pretend to have a reason to hang around him forever so you leave reluctantly and return to the front desk to find a tired looking girl with dark hair asking to buy an old classic book you remember reading in school. You ring her up and send her on her way after a little chit chat that she didn’t seem to care about at all.

You catch sight of the boy sometimes as you help other people and restock shelves, he doesn't move and after awhile you get worried about how still he is. The store closes in an hour when you finally get up the nerve to check up on him and your heart flutters when you find him sleeping soundly. He’s curled up still holding his notes, book fallen to the floor beside him, his face is so soft and beautiful as he breathes evenly. You wonder if he’s dreaming and you almost reach out to brush away his hair when you realize just how fucking weird that would be. You can feel your face heating up at the way he shifts and a sleepy mumble falls from his lips, how he curls a little tighter, trying to get comfortable on the beanbag. You should wake him, people aren’t allowed to sleep in the store after the age of 6, it’s actually part of your training to wake people up quietly, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You smile softly and turn around, leaving him to catch up on his sleep.

People leave slowly as the time ticks to closing until it’s just you ringing up a mom and her 12 year old who’s bouncing up and down and babbling about the comic books she picked out. They’re good ones, Batman and Wonder Woman ones that you remember sharing with your siblings after finding them in your dad’s old stuff.

“Who’s your favorite superhero?” You ask the child and she grins, toothy and wide.

“Wonder Woman!” She gets a little loud but you don’t mind, letting her babble enthusiastically all about Wonder Woman and the Amazonians like she knows everything there is to know, you think maybe she does. When they leave you start restocking books and end up back where the cute boy is still sleeping. You had forgotten that you didn’t wake him, should you wake him now? You have to close and you can’t just lock him in here, he probably needs to get home anyway. There are books-science and math and one DC comic-sitting around him and you pick them up carefully, placing them on your cart to put away later. You kneel down beside him and your heart flutters again, eyes tracing the soft lines of his face and the slope of his nose, the sharp angle of his jaw and how his lashes are dark against his skin. You take a shaky breath and reach out, shaking his shoulder lightly and watching him stir, eyes fluttering open slowly.

He smiles the second he sees you and your heart pounds and you smile too. And then his eyes get wide and he bolts up straight, looking around a little frantically and then his dark eyes land back on you and he seems to relax. You reach out and touch his arm without think and his eyes get soft again.

“You fell asleep, I didn’t want to wake you but we’re closing.” You explain and he yawns, your mind supplies ‘cute’ and you try to shove that away but he really is cute.

“I am so sorry!” He blurts out, stumbling over himself to stand up and gather his notepad. You stand and smile and try not to blush when he looks at you.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

“I guess I was more exhausted then I thought,” He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.

“You should get home to rest, it’s late.” You watch him pack up his bag and you follow him to the door. “Hey, uh, what’s your name?” Your stomach twists as you ask and he smiles sleepily at you and your heart stops.

“Peter Parker,” You introduce yourself aswell and watch him leave, walking down the sidewalk and pulling up his hood against the darkening sky. It’s dangerous to walk alone in NYC but he’s already long gone before you can get up the nerve to ask to walk with him. You take a breath and close the door, heading over to put away books, count up the money and gather your things just as your roommates pulls up to pick you up. You lock up and slide into the passenger seat.

“How was your day?”

--

It’s Tuesday when Peter comes back and you’re hunched over the counter reading your notes for a test you have tomorrow morning. You don’t notice him come in until he’s leaning on the counter and smiling at you as you lift your head, you blush and grin and Peter smiles wider. You push aside your papers and take note of how he doesn’t look so tired but he has a bruise forming on his jaw and your smile drops. Did someone hurt him? You reach out without thinking and brush gentle fingers over the dark red mark, purple already starting to show in the center. He flinches but doesn’t pull away, let’s you touch.

“Did someone do this to you?” You ask and you see panic flare in his eyes for a brief moment. His answer fumbles out and your heart races.

“I got, uh, mugged, no big deal”

“No big deal!? Peter, are you okay? I have some ice in the back come here,” You grab his hand and drag him into the back room. There’s an old couch and a mini fridge as well as a coffee pot and boxes of books. You sit him on the couch as he tries to tell you it's okay and you don’t have to do this but you grab an ice pack from the freezer and sit beside him, placing it lightly over his bruise.

“Did you go to the police? Are you really okay? Oh my god, i can’t believe this happened.” You ramble, heart pounding and Peter just looks at you with eyes and his chest rising and falling out of sync.

“I just met you, why are you so worried?” He almost sounds in awe you could say.

“I-I um,” you pull away and leave the ice pack on the table before you. You shift away from Peter and it hits you just how weird you’re being. You just met him, you shouldn’t be caring for his wounds and asking him questions, you should have asked if he was okay and moved on. Somehow you know you couldn’t do that and you come up with something to say beside ‘i like you and I’m worried.’

“I’m a nurse, I guess I have that instinct.” You explain it softly and shrug. Peter seems to let everything show on his face and you can see that disappointment and then wonder. Maybe he wants you to care.

“A nurse? That’s really cool.”

“Well, I’m just in school,”

“Still!” Peter gets a spark in his eyes and he shifts closer to you so your legs are touching. “That's really cool, Y/N, being a nurse in training is something to proud of.” You blush and look away, picking at your nails.

“Thank you, Peter.” You sit in silence for a moment, just listening to each other breath. It’s not awkward like silence with a stranger should be and then Peter takes the ice pack from where you left it and holds it to his bruise.

“I have to go find a book, but thank you.” He smiles softly and you just watch him leave wondering if this is what having a crush is like. You haven’t had a crush in so long, head buried in books and school and work, you’d forgotten what a crush feels like. You take a stuttering breath before walking out and hiding from Peter behind the counter, hopelessly trying to study.

He practically runs out of the building an hour later, phone gripped in his hand and you can’t even call out his name before he’s vanished. What’s gotten into him?

--

It’s late the same day, you’re counting out the money and closing the register when the bell above the door rings and you look up to see a frightening pair of men much taller than you and dressed like they’ve been living on the bare minimum of life. Your stomach is in knots as they approach you and one pulls out a gun, you gasp softly and start to hate your manager for never installing a panic button.

“It’s a bookstore! Who robs a bookstore?”

“I don’t know but it's better to be safe than sorry.”

“I’ll think about it, y/n.”

“Give us the money and we’ll be on our way.” One of them speaks and you know you should do what he says, give him the cash and hopefully they’ll leave. But you’re frozen, you can’t move, can’t think. You just stare and they grow impatient, cocking the gun and aiming it at your head, your heart slams against your ribcage, you’re screaming at yourself to hand over the money but you just can’t move and when the guy starts shouting and shoving the gun at you you can’t hear him, blood rushing in your ears.

And then you hear the bell and you all look over to see a boy dressed in blue and red standing there. Spiderman, and the gun switches targets and your heart feels like it’s in your throat. Spiderman shoots a web and snatches the gun, sticking it to the wall with a glob of webs. You can’t breath and you can’t move and Spiderman is jumping around and throwing punches and shooting webs and the criminals try to keep up but they miss and Spiderman dodges and then they’re running out the door and down the street. Spiderman yells a witty one liner after them but you can’t hear it, you can’t think and you’re on the verge of a panic attack. You’re breathing rapidly, heart slamming in your chest, you feel caged inside of yourself and then Spiderman is looking at you and then he’s in front of you holding your hands and speaking.

Slowly slowly you try to breath but instead you sob and shake and struggle to get anything into your lungs, your heart racing like it’s trying to prove something. Maybe that it's a race car. You try to focus on what he’s saying, his hands squeezing yours tight and slowly slowly you latch onto his voice.

“Y/N,” He sounds calm, in control, but worried sick as well. You focus on the words and the tone and your heart starts to slow word by word. “They’re gone it's okay, I’m here don’t worry I won’t leave you. You’re okay, just focus on me, I’ve got you.” You squeeze his hands back and then he’s leading you into the back and sitting you on the couch. He sits with you and you just stare at him, breathing starting to sync with his as he breathes loudly and slowly.

“T-thank you.” You choke out, still shaking but breathing okay.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asks and you nod. Spiderman lets go of your hands and cups your face, brushing away your hair and you lean into the touch. “I’m so glad i was nearby, i was worried about you working late. I know you always do but the other stores nearby were robbed recently and, and, I-”

“How…?” Is spiderman a stalker? You quickly come up with a new idea before he can explain and you sigh. “You were surveying the area?” It makes sense, so many robberies in the area of course he would be on the look out and catch details of those who work around here.

“Y-yes, Sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just observant.”

“Well, thank you.” he drops his hands and you clear your throat, feeling exhausted. He stands, seeming hesitant for a moment and then he’s all confidence and dorky superhero witty comments.

“Anytime, that’s what your friendly neighborhood spiderman is for!” He gives you a cheesy salute and says goodbye, telling you to get home safe, and then he’s gone and you call the cops about the gun.

There’s something about him...

--

Peter shows up the next day, rushing in and up to you. He must have heard about what had happened last night. He looks worried but then he smiles when he sees you, relaxing and you smile sweetly.

“Morning, Peter.”

“Morning, Y/N. You doing okay?” He asks and you nod and smile and your heart flutters thinking that he worries about you. “Oh, good, I was, uh, worried.” You reach out and squeeze his hand before turning and walking off to get back to work, feeling all the stress of last night melt away.

You work and Peter smiles at you from where he sits, scribbling notes and flipping through pages of a Stark textbook on something you can’t understand. He’s trying to solve something but you don’t ask what, you want to but you’re not sure he wants to tell you. Whatever he’s working on he keeps pretty close to his vest, almost like a secret. He stays late and he seems to watch the door just as often as you do, waiting for someone? Or is he worried too?

No one scary ever comes in, no criminals or gun wielding robbers, nothing, no one. And when it’s time to close and your roommate tells you they can’t give you a lift Peter offers to walk you home. He’s a little jumpy, well more cautious than jumpy and it makes you feel safe and looked out for. Peter is small but you can see the muscles under his shirt, he could take care of you. Listen, you’re not some damsel in distress but yes you’re terrified of the late night streets and you prefer having Peter beside you. Especially after last night.

“It’s only a few blocks,” You explain and he nods. You walk close together, bumping shoulders every once and awhile and you share shy smiles.

“I’m really glad I met you, Peter.” You say out of the blue, blushing under the night sky, and Peter’s eyes find yours as he smiles wide.

“I’m really glad I met you too.” He chuckles nervously and then his hand is linking with yours and you blush and he looks quickly to the floor. You squeeze his hand and he squeezes back and you both walk in silence for a while, just holding hands and letting the universe turn around you like you’re not part of it.

You reach your apartment building and you don’t want to let go of his hand and he doesn’t seem to want to either. You just stand there, holding hands and smiling nervously at each other, stars spinning and darkness getting darker, streets eerie but Peter a beacon of light when he smiles like he can’t help it.

“Thanks for walking me home, Peter.” You tell him, smiling softly.

“Anytime, that’s what I’m here for.” He giggles and you smile and he squeezes your hand before dropping it. You feel cold without his touch.

“How are you getting home? It’s late, It’s not safe.” You tell him and he shrugs.

“I’ll be okay, don’t worry about me.”

“Will you text me when you get home?” You ask and he nods, smiling and blushing when you put your number in his phone. “You better text me, Peter Parker.” You smile and he smiles and nods and pockets his phone. He seems to take a shaky breath and then he steps forward and kisses your cheek, quick and nervous and then he’s stepping back too far. You smile and he’s blushing and pointing behind him.

“I should go, I’ll, uh, see ya.” He speaks nervously and your heart is skipping beats just looking at him.

“Goodnight, Peter.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,”

And he’s gone, walking down the street and you watch him go until the eeriness of the night makes you turn and go inside. He texts you, saying he’s home and you save his number and send him a smiley face. Your heart is so full and light as you fall asleep.