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boop-le-snoot · 4 years

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PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 3

Rating: Explicit.

‼️TW: Reader is EIGHTEEN! Recreational drug use, smoking and alcohol consumption, deeply internalised self-loathing, very questionable moral standards. Daddy kink taken half-seriously. BDSM themes in later chapters - explicit content will come with it’s own TWs. FIRST PERSON POV.

Summary: You’re Peter’s classmate, a child of rich and famous but uncaring parents. Getting paired up for a lengthy project with the boy was an interesting turn of events and you don’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed when you develop, seemingly, a perfectly normal, harmless crush on Tony Stark. Fueled by feelings of inadequacy and boredom, your life spirals out of control - and you’re lucky your newfound friends are there to pick up the pieces even if you cannot find it in yourself to believe these amazing human (and not so human) beings voluntarily give you more than a fleeting glance and an offhanded thought. And they brought cake!

A/N: Peter always unapologetically stealing all the uwus. It’s the MCU law, sorry, didn’t make it. Tony Stark can ✨rail me✨. Enjoy, deviants.

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I didn’t see Bruce nor Tony for a week. The doctor was away on some science conference (he sent me one dorky selfie next to a whiteboard full of barely intelligible equations as proof), Tony was in California, having some sort of a board meeting. How do I know? Peter, out of lack of better things to do, constantly texted me updates on his science patron’s whereabouts and what-abouts.

In times like these, it took me for a loop - I was on a first name basis with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. In the beginning, I was intimidated - I avoided them both like the plague and tinkered in the lab with headphones on whenever I could, until Tony made a comment so snarky I couldn’t resist joking back. That’s not to say Bruce was a social butterfly, but even he gave into my tomfoolery after seeing me stand calmly throughout several of Tony’s hissy fits.

What amazed me even more so was that despite Tony being literally an insufferable little brat, I still longed after him. Sure, the man was hot as hell - but his physical traits were much less significant when it came to my feelings towards him than the amount of sheer drive and willpower he possessed. He was stubborn - that’s another trait we shared - and unapologetically himself in every damn situation.

I could write poetry about the million expressions in his face, about the shine in his eyes.

But I won’t. He’s a technical guru. Ever since I started hanging around the tower, I became much more conscious about what I posted online. Not to say I had a Stark fan blog or anything, but I’d stopped scrolling through the tag, even if I didn’t actually click on any articles. I dutifully reblogged pictures of Tom Ellis instead - while he was a very fine, distinguished man, he wasn’t Tony Stark. I enjoyed looking at the first and enjoyed being around the other. And even though my feed still had the occasional “I love arm” shitpost, I focused on aesthetic pictures and quotes instead - things I had an active internet presence for.

My personal life wasn’t very interesting. I didn’t have any close friends and any and all sex I’ve had was just a bunch of one night stands, fueled by alcohol, selfish lust and the occasional joint. Despite having a fair share of kind, generous lovers, the morning after left me feeling a little bit emptier every time. I thought about getting a boyfriend or something… But quickly became totally clueless as to where I could find one. Men under twenty-five could barely hold my interest long enough to have a casual chat and I wasn’t naive enough to think there were a lot of honest, well-intentioned thirty-somethings that wanted to date my high school ass.

Peter had a crush on me, I knew that. The boy developed one or another kind of feelings for anybody who showed him the tiniest bit of kindness and it alarmed me. In any other case I would have bailed on him, gently, of course, to spare him the disappointment but my selfishness got in the way. I regretted it every day. A wave of desperation rose in me every time I thought about moving on without seeing Tony or Bruce, without Peter shyly smiling at me as he explained how the things he created worked. A faint hope that one day, his schoolboy puppy love will grow into a brotherly kind of regard was the only thing that kept me afloat in my sea of guilt.

As the Fall rolled around, so did my gloomy mood. It was hard to be sad when the sun was shining and the birds were chirping outside, but with clouds hanging over the city like a lead curtain, the bottled up negativity rose to the surface uninvited. Mother had returned from her business trip, adding an uncomfortable, hollow sort of chill to the house wherever she stood. I don’t know what was worse - the hours we spent in one room ignoring each other or the immaculately structured questions she asked me about my studies and extra-curriculars. Mother didn’t ask me about my friends, or my feelings or any of the other things a mother was supposed to give a damn about.

I was an asset to her company and that was that. If you would have asked her, she would tell you I’m old enough for her to mind her own business - which was technically true. Yet according to her, I’ve been old enough since seventh grade. My dad answered his messages sporadically, sometimes with a two-word answer and sometimes with a cocaine and booze fueled rant eleven texts long. I felt sorry for him. I really did.

My phone was blowing up. Party invitations, likes from people I saw once or twice (“oh my god, you’re, like, so hot, what’s your Insta”), DMs from guys looking to score an easy piece of ass. I never answered. If I wanted to party, I just sort of showed up and everybody went along with it. I took care of my appearance and it showed - never once was I turned away from a party. Everyone wanted to dance, to share their drinks, to light up and get faded together and fade into the city, into the cold air and grey sky.

Skirt swaying and top clinging to my chest, I danced. The sweaty, heated bodies around me did the same. Not one of us cared, it was a Tuesday night and the place packed way too many people. An arm snaked around my waist, startling me. I had to begrudgingly crack open an eye to see the bastard in the dimly lit room.

“I saw you at the bar, you looked bored. Maybe you need something to cheer you up?”

So not a creepy rapist. Just your friendly neighborhood drug dealer. At house parties like these, there was always The Guy. He never danced, he sipped on the same drink all night yet always looked like he was having the time of his life. I was no stranger to the occasional joint, or even something more stimulating…

“I got the good stuff, sweetums, you’ll be fine and dandy in no time.”

Eh, what the hell. I inconspicuously danced with the guy to the middle of the crowd, exchanging a few crumpled dollar notes for a baggie of two pills. In no time, I chased one down with a hastily poured Jack.

The world did become better, as the drug dealer promised. People were nicer, friendlier and I almost didn’t believe mother was a useless, stone cold bitch. I almost didn’t care that I was deeply, madly in love with a man as unreachable as Olympus. If I squinted, the guy sitting at the bar looked kind of like Tony, tan, dark hair, worn jeans and a band tee.

So I danced. I danced and I stared right at him and then we danced some more. I closed my eyes, letting his arms grab me and pull me, I let his beard scratch my neck where he sucked a mark on me, I let his rough palms choke me against a wall in one of the bedrooms on the second floor of the house. It felt good to be wanted. It felt great to be needed as he rutted inside of me, hitting that sweet spot with every twitch of his hips.

It felt lonely when he left, pressing a kiss to my forehead and saying something dumb like “Be good, kid.”. I don’t remember what exactly it was, only that I had to turn my face away from his breath that reeked like weed and vodka.

To shake off the void that made home inside of my chest, I went to the roof to get some fresh air. The house had a nice patio on it - I actually knew the owner - that hosted more plants than I’d care to count. There was an ashtray and an abandoned pack of cigarettes. I greeted the faintly blooming sunrise surrounded by a cloud of smoke, shivering in the autumn mist.

Sounds of the party became less prominent with every passing minute as people geared up to go home and get a few winks of sleep before going to work. New Yorkers weren’t really thoughtful partying on a Tuesday, but then again, neither was I. The city always was busy - even then, at the crack of dawn, the dull throb of a bassline was rudely interrupted by a blaring car alarm followed by dogs barking in aggravation.

The more I sat there, the bleaker everything became. I had enough common sense to know I was just coming off the drug but for once, I had been happy and content for several hours without a care in the world. It had been too long since I felt that way and what’s a little low after a good high?

Mother left for her early conference at five AM sharp, I entered my house at five-thirty, making a beeline in the shower and immediately dumping my alcohol and cigarette soaked clothes into the wash with the smelliest detergent I could find. I gave similar treatment to my body and my hair, using the chemically-smelling products on my body and on my hair, brushing my teeth multiple times.

By the time I was leaving for school, only a faint smell lingered in the air where I’d previously entered, so I set the air freshener to automatically spray the obnoxious mist every ten minutes. Mother gets home at twelve for lunch, that should be more than enough time for any remnants of my partying to disappear into the lilac and lavender fumes.

The Valium I’d popped to deal with the aftermath of Molly made my brain sluggish. One look in the mirror and I hastily put my sunglasses on - the ashen colour of my face and the slightly crazed look wasn’t very complimentary to my complexion. The teacher didn’t give a damn. I stared blankly ahead of me for most part of first period.

“What happened to you? You look like hell!” Peter’s exclamation, while usually would’ve alarmed me, barely made a dent in my stupor.

“I feel like shit, too,” Admit what you can’t deny. Deny what you can’t admit. “I didn’t get any sleep. Like, at all.”

Peter frowned, the crease between his eyebrows growing deeper with every passing second. I flinched when his hand tentatively touched my forehead - the pounding in my temples slowed to a dull throbbing but it was still unpleasant when someone was all up in my space.

“Jesus, you’re as cold as a corpse. Maybe you should go see the nurse,” His worry bled into me too. Like hell I was going to the school nurse! They were specifically trained to recognize the signs of substance abuse.

“I’ll head home straight after school, I think we’ll have to skip our sciencing,” No way also I’d be letting Tony and Bruce see me like this. Oh my God, I was a mess. “Mother’s home.” I added. Even the emotional frostbite I’d get from being around her was more tolerable than being a downer for Peter and Tony.

Peter’s face immediately softened in sympathy. He knew almost everything about my relationship with my family, including him actually seeing my mother that one time. He told me she gave him the creeps and I don’t blame him at all. The stoicism that was required for her work made my mother an unbearable person to exist around outside of her fancy office on the top floor of a glass high-rise building.

“Okay, but promise to text me if it gets worse. You might have caught the autumn bug that’s been going around,” He obviously said the last part to calm himself down. Sweet little Peter, naïve child. I solemnly nodded nonetheless.

When I got home, I went straight to bed. Tony was being Tony, as usual, but in a strangely kind way. I suppose it should’ve made me feel better and it kind of did, but then it went downhill from there. I couldn’t explain why I started crying. I bawled my eyes out at how unfair this god-damned world was and when the doorbell rang… Let’s say, the delivery boy hightailed it out of there once the bag of takeout was deposited into my arms. I looked and felt ghastly.

I ate as much as I could and dropped into a restless nap, drifting in and out of sleep with exhausted exasperation. There had not been a time where I felt so low after popping a pill and I was equal parts alarmed and satisfied. For one, the drug dealer didn’t lie like they usually do - the stuff was good and I still had the other pill hidden away in a bottle of painkillers, inconspicuously mixed with other white pills but shape distinctive enough for me to recognize should I have need in taking it again.

The thought of well, taking it again, was fleeting. I had school tomorrow and a missed science bender to make up for. A few buzzes of my phone later, I felt happier. Better. Not so down anymore. I meant every word that I said - Bruce was very precious, kind and gentle. And so, warm and soft. And totally kissable.

Well, fuck. What do I do now?

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shakethispeare · 4 years

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DARK : S1 - EP4 [ DOPPELLEBEN | DOUBLE LIVES ]

NOTE: I’m only pouring my thoughts into this post. I’m taking notes every time I watch Dark since I heard the story-line is complicated. Also, my memories suck. It’s not spoiler-free, of course. So, only read if you have seen this episode.

Episode 4 starts with the same man's voice-over in Episode 1. He quotes, "Black holes are considered to be the hell-mouths of the universe. Those who fall inside disappear, forever. But where to? What lies behind a black hole? Along with things, do space and time also vanish there? Or would space and time be tied together and be part of an endless cycle? What if everything that came from the past were influenced by the future?"

At the same time, the camera shows a trapdoor somewhere in the woods at night. The lights are on. Then, the electric chair.

Helge is sitting on a chair, muttering tick-tock. Raincoat Man No. 2, I suppose, is standing on the entrance of the cave.

FRANZISKA DOPPLER POV

At the Doppler's house, Franziska exits her room while yelling for her sister for her lipstick. Elisabeth is in the living room reading a magazine and Franziska throws it away to catch her attention. Elisabeth is deaf and using sign language, admits that she didn't take her sister's lipstick, but Franziska isn't falling for her puppy eyes.

Franziska is in her class when Magnus suddenly walks in. Shortly after, Franziska receives a text message and pardons herself to go to the bathroom. When she left, Magnus followed behind her.

She didn't go to the bathroom. She went to the woods where there are train tracks. She crouches down and takes out a small steel box. Inside was money enveloped in a paper. Magnus watches her closely. Franziska probably knows that Magnus is following her.

Franziska returns to school for a gym class. Magnus watches her in gym class.

When Franziska is finished with her class, she checks her bag and is surprised when her money's not there. Magnus shows up and asks where she got the money. Magnus thinks she's dealing drugs but tells him that what she does is none of her business. Franziska is going to use the money to leave Winden. Franziska is putting up a facade and when Magnus insists her on telling the truth, Franziska shared that her parents have been sleeping in different beds for over a year because her father is interested in guys. She's sick because everyone's pretending.

Magnus then began kissing her and the two make out.

Franziska comes downstairs and hugs her sister. Then, she notices her wearing her lipstick and slaps her, scolding her not touch her stuff again.

CHARLOTTE DOPPLER POV

Momentarily after Franziska stormed out, Charlotte and Peter showed up, but from different rooms. Peter is going to see his father at Winden's Rest Home while Charlotte will take Elisabeth, their youngest daughter, to school. Because of the missing people cases, Charlotte is wary and doesn't want her to go alone.

Charlotte appears in the living room and tells Elisabeth she will be taking her to school, also unaware of the two's previous bickering. Charlotte asks if Franziska should go with her too, to which Franziska refuses because she's not a baby. Elisabeth asks if this is because of Mikkel. but Charlotte will not discuss her work with her. Elisabeth claims she doesn't like Mikkel because he's a show-off and a jerk and that she doesn't really care if he's missing. Charlotte seems perplexed by her daughter's confession.

On her way, Charlotte stops in the middle of the road and gets out of the car. She crosses the road to reach the sidewalk and tampered with the security camera overlooking the road. She takes the SD card and brings it with her. Elisabeth asks if she's stealing, but Charlotte says it's confiscating. Elisabeth doesn't seem pleased.

Charlotte tells Elisabeth should wait for her after school, but Elisabeth is busy looking at her boyfriend, Yasin. Charlotte isn't angry over this, just as long Elisabeth listened to her.

At the police station, Charlotte gave one of the dead birds to a medical examiner. She claims that the white speckles on the feathers are not typical of their species. Then, she began cutting it open to see what killed it. While doing her job, the medical examiner asked if there is news on the dead boy. Charlotte disappointingly said none, even though she has checked through many missing person databases.

Charlotte then said that she has seen spots on their feathers before, 33 years ago. She feels that the events are happening once again, with the children and the birds, and somehow it's all connected. She still doesn't know how.

While walking down the hallway, Charlotte seems to be in deep thought. However, she was interrupted by one of her colleagues and reports to her that the phones have been ringing all morning, assuming someone must have something against the dead boy. But Charlotte tells him to look over the missing person database again and to include older report this time, going back to 15 years.

Charlotte inserts the SD card into her computer. She looks over Mikkel's missing report and sees the time of his disappearance, which is between 21:30 - 22:30. She looks through the camera footage from that time period and finds one car drove down the road. Charlotte prints it out.

Charlotte visits a prostitute's trailer who knows Peter. She wants to know if he came to visit a prostitute last Monday. But the prostitute says he hasn't seen Peter in a year. He shared intimate details about Peter to humiliate Charlotte.

Charlotte drives out to the old Doppler family cabin in the woods. Out of all the places seen in the series, their cabin is the only place that has red soil and it looks the same as the soil from Peter’s car.

She gets a call from the medical examiner, who tells her that the bird has burst eardrums on both sides. Again, just like the sheep in 1986 and the dead boy. She continued that it probably died from becoming disoriented while flying and crashing into the ground. It happens to birds frequently when “Electromagnetic fields interfere with their sensory systems.” It’s caused by voltages in the radio wave spectrum, like those used by electrical appliances.

Charlotte enters the cabin and looks around for clues. She's trying to find anything that connects Peter with Mikkel's disappearance. She sees a trapdoor, the same one as in the opening. She opens it and climbs down. It's dark, but after turning the lights on, she receives a phone call but isn't clear from who.

In the power plant, Aleksander is escorting Charlotte to his office, where Ulrich is being held. She takes him home.

Charlotte receives a phone call from Peter informing her that Elisabeth is not at school. It turns out that one of her teachers is sick and Elisabeth didn't inform her mother early on. So, Charlotte thought her classes would end like the usual. Peter has looked for her but fails. Charlotte tells him to go home and call everyone in her class. Charlotte races home.

Charlotte drives down a road that Elisabeth could've walked down on. But she only finds Elisabeth's beanie, her daughter nowhere to be seen.

Charlotte arrives home to receive sad news from Peter that no one has seen Elisabeth. Charlotte is in shock and Peter hugs to comfort her. I'm pretty sure at this moment, she's reminded of Ulrich's words.

Elisabeth reaches home and Charlotte scolds her for taking a long time to arrive home. Elisabeth said she met someone and took out a pocket watch, claiming it used to be her mother's. Charlotte asked who gave it to her. The man is named Noah but Charlotte doesn't know who he is.

On the pocket watch, it's written 'For Charlotte'.

JONAS KAHNWALD POV

Jonas is looking at his father's map, pondering over the words 'Where is The Crossing'. Then, he places it in the bag.

Hannah is smoking in the living room and sees Jonas coming down the stairs. Jonas is about to go to school but Hannah tells him it's okay if he doesn't want to. Jonas tells her he's fine. Before he leaves the house, Hannah calls him once more and says it would be nice to do something together for once, and Jonas seems embarrassed by this. She finally lets him go.

Jonas doesn't go to school but instead goes to the cave again. With a map in his hand, he enters. From behind the trees, Raincoat Man is watching him.

Jonas is in the cave, undoubtedly looking for this crossing. He keeps on walking but reaches a dead end instead. He's pissed.

Jonas leaves the cave and finds a red cord on his bicycle, the same cord that was tied around the dead boy's neck.

Jonas is in his father's studio studying the map again. He's in deep thought.

During this voiceover, the face of Raincoat Man is clear and he's in Jonas' room when he's sleeping. He writes something on it.

PETER DOPPLER POV

At the rest home, Peter visits his dad, reprimanding him that he can't just leave the rest home on his own accord. But Helge is not listening to him and keeps on saying, "I have to tell him. I have to tell him. It has to stop." Peter asks who and what has to stop but Helge doesn't answer. Peter reaches his hand out and solemnly look at his father. He lets go after seeing that his father is inconsolable. Helge then tells Peter don't be sad.

Peter walks to his car but stops to look around. He threw the red soil that was in his car. His phone rang. Charlotte asked if he wanted to say something when she missed his call during Mikkel's disappearance. But her true intentions were to ask where he was. Charlotte senses he's lying.

Peter is back in his office when he receives another phone call from Charlotte because she can't take Elisabeth home. Peter says he has a patient but Charlotte forces him to because she has to go to the power plant. Before hanging up, Charlotte reminds him of the promise they made a year ago, but Peter looks shocked and tells her has to go and then hangs up.

Peter has reached her school and asked for Elisabeth, but the teachers thought she has already been picked up. Peter leaves in a hurry.

Peter gets a call from Woller that Helge is found in the woods. He informs them he'll be there.

ELISABETH DOPPLER POV

It's after school and Elisabeth is talking with Yasin. Yasin' mother has arrived and offers Elisabeth to go with her. But Elisabeth insists that she stays since her mom is picking her up. But she waited for hours and her mother hasn't come to get her.

Elisabeth actually has her sister's lipstick. She wears it. On her way home, it's starting to rain. She skipped along the road and finds a Raider wrapper on the ground.

ULRICH NIELSEN POV

At the Nielsen house, Katharina is staring at Ulrich who's sleeping on Mikkel's bed. He abruptly wakes up. Katharina tells her that Charlotte still does n't have a search warrant for the power plan and it's already 36 hours since Mikkel disappeared. Ulrich walks out to go to work.

Ulrich is walking towards the power plant's fence. He’s probably going to climb to investigate on his own. This shows that he’s already impatient with Charlotte’s slow progress on getting the search warrant.

Ulrich gets caught by Aleksander’s men. His face is covered in blood, probably because he fell after climbing the face down. Unsure if he was abused by Aleksander’s men because he hasn’t been cooperative when interrogated.

In the car, Charlotte informs him that he's lucky Aleksander isn't pressing charges on him for climbing over the fence. Ulrich doesn't want her or anyone's understanding because it's not enough. His child is missing and Ulrich thinks he's being punished and is angry why it wasn't Aleksander's son who's missing instead. He's angry because no one is doing anything to find Mikkel, which he thinks it would have gone differently if it were Aleksander's son. Ulrich also coldly tells her that she doesn't know what he's feeling because it's not her kid who's missing. Ulrich orders her to stop the car and Charlotte hesitantly does. He walks out in the rain, leaving Charlotte.

HELGE DOPPLER POV

Helge is in the rest home muttering to himself, "the beginning is the end and the end is the beginning." Then he overhears two women talking about the dead boy.

Helge escapes the rest home again.

In the woods, a group of police are looking for Elisabeth. But ends up finding Helge, Peter's father. Helge walks to them and says, "I have to tell him. This has to stop."

Helge is back at the hospital being checked by a doctor. He grabs her wrists and doesn't stutter when saying, "He has to stop. I have to stop him." When the nurse asks who, he answers, "Noah."

The man doing the voice-over is heard again. He quotes, “We're searching for Ariadne's thread, the one meant to guide us along the right path. A beacon in the darkness. We'd love to know our fate. Where we're headed. But the truth is that there is but one path through all times. Predetermined by the beginning and by the end. Which is also the beginning.”

During the voice-over, Raincoat Man is in Jonas’ room and he writes something on the map.

Yasin is walking in the woods alone, angry over her mother probably because he thinks he can go to school alone. He finds a figurine in the middle of the woods and the Raincoat Man stands before him, knowing who he is. The episode ends.

Raincoat Man is seen entering the Doppler's cabin. At the same time, Franziska comes home to see her parents hugging one another with sad looks on their faces.

MY COMMENTARY:

In the opening. I keep seeing a triquetra symbol. What does this symbol mean? I have a feeling it has something to do with time-travelling. The lines are connected. What does it signify?

Charlotte and Peter don't sleep in the same room because Peter is gay. Franziska is actually sick of her family and has a wish of leaving the town. The shadiest character in the series, for now, is probably Peter. He is definitely up to something. Why is there red soil in his car? Where did he go to? Is he behind the death of the boy in the woods? Also, there was a scene where Raincoat Man enters the Doppler's Cabin in the middle of the night, right before the scene cuts to Franziska entering the house. Does Peter know this man? Are they doing something together? In the opening, the trapdoor is shown open and the lights are on. What's inside this trapdoor? Does it lead to that room with the electric chair? Is this the place where Erik was held. What secrets is Peter Doppler hiding? If this guy turned out to be a killer, I think I'd flip.

Elisabeth reaches home late because she had met a person named Noah. Who is Noah? Is he one of the men wearing raincoats, or is he the one giving them orders? I don't think Charlotte knows of Noah, and how does he have a pocket watch with her name engraved on it is a mystery. Where did he get it?

I'm getting confused with the Raincoat Man since there are two of them. I think the one who's following Jonas is the same guy who stayed at Regina's hotel. Also, it's probably him who placed the red cord on Jonas' bicycle handle.

So far, I think the only character who's aware of everything that is happening, why it's happening, and who's behind it, is Helge. From the first episode, he has predicted it. Now, he keeps on saying that he has to stop someone, that someone being Noah. So, this means that in the past, they both knew each other. Unfortunately for Helge, I think he discovered Noah's evil side. We haven't seen Noah in the series, so we don't know who he is.

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killer-barnes · 7 years

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Helpless

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter meets the Reader at Homecoming and things ensue from there.

Word Count: 3723

Warnings: language, puppy love Peter, kissing (on le cheek), this is just a major load of fluff (you have been warned), love at first sight (aka rushed).

A/N: Allllright, I feel so bad that it has taken me THIS long to post something. It’s been a messy last couple of weeks, so thanks for staying with me! I hope you enjoy anon, and I hope I did the song justice! *Also if this is close to anyone else’s fic, that wasn’t my intention. Forgive me pls (you can ask me to change/take it down if need be). (P.S. Y’ALL THIS GIF PART OF THE MOVIE THO) Enjoy!

Based on the song ‘Helpless’ from Hamilton (upon request).

Listen to the song here

High school is one of those things you either hate or enjoy. It’s not that Peter necessarily “hated” high school, he just had troubles of fitting in the right crowd, talking to girls, and never failing any class he’s taken throughout his high school career, so far. In a way, it’s like college. In order to get the full experience and get yourself out there, people always say to join clubs, take interesting classes, and go to events. Peter, however, being the shy, awkward teenager he is, never really felt like putting himself out there as much as he should of. Yeah, he was apart of a few clubs, but after a while, he wasn’t as interested as he was when he joined.

He had joined them merely because Ned forced him to be apart of something, even if it was beyond nerdy. Peter was glad Ned gave him a little nudge, but at the same time, he just wanted to go home with Aunt May and play some stupid video game or update the latest computer he’s been working on.

But the worst thing of all to him is not just fitting in, or being ignored by his crush. It’s school dances that terrify him. One in particular was creeping up the corner and it’s one that everyone goes to.

Homecoming.

Ned of all people know about Peter’s inevitable fear of going to school dances. They’ve been to plenty in middle school and each have had their fair share of horrible experiences, Peter’s definitely outweighing Ned’s by a long shot. He knows it’s ridiculous to be “afraid” of dances, but everyone has their weird fears, right? Peter knew that Ned would talk about this year’s Homecoming, but wouldn’t pressure Peter into going if he wasn’t comfortable with it.

Walking out of calculus with his backpack hanging loosely off his shoulder, Peter heads towards his locker to grab some extra books before heading to the cafeteria for lunch. Keeping his head low and trying to avoid any lurking bullies, Peter makes it through the line in the cafeteria and heads to his usual table where Ned is already there, intently reading some random comic book he keeps stashed in his backpack.

“You’re seriously reading that again, dude? What’s that, like, the 12th time now?” Peter questioned as he took a seat across from his best friend.

Ned scoffs, “excuse you, the Spiderman comics are beyond genius. You’re just jealous of his smoothness and agility.”

Rolling his eyes, Peter takes a bit of his food, but quickly chokes as he sees Liz set up the Homecoming sign in his direction. Sensing Peter’s staring and gawking, Ned directs his attention towards Peter’s.

“So… Homecoming?” Ned asks, with amusement in his voice.

For the past few high school dances, the both of them usually hang at each other’s place and play random video games or rebuild different lego Star Wars sets until they can’t stay awake any longer.

Whipping his head back, Peter widens his eyes, “w-what? N-No! I was looking at Liz. I-Is that a new top? I think it’s a new top…”

Ned turns his gaze towards Liz, “hmm, no. I think she’s worn it before. I remember the pattern… Hey! You should ask her to Homecoming!”

With that, Peter stares back at Ned with flying emotions, he think he might faint.

“Are you serious, Ned? No way in hell am I ever going to be able to do that! Who do you think I am, some sort of smooth-talking Spiderman?!”

“Eh, it was worth a shot,” Ned chuckles.

Walking out of their last period, Ned and Peter head towards their lockers to pack up for the end of the day and grab the necessary books they need for homework. Peter couldn’t wait to get home and relax. He barely got any sleep last night due to his constant building of tech and rambling of unnecessary thoughts. A slam of a locker next to him brought Peter out of his head as he and Ned begin the trek to his apartment to work on some homework and possibly bust out a new video game they’ve been dying to play.

As Ned and Peter make their way towards Peter’s apartment, they stop by the Deli-Grocery on the corner a few steps away from his place. After ordering themselves their specialty sandwiches, they grab a few packets of candy. Once they’ve paid, they continue on their way until they arrive at Peter’s.

“Aunt May! I’m home and have Ned with me,” Peter shouted, while throwing his backpack on the empty couch.

Hearing nothing in return, he assumed she was out shopping for dinner tonight. Ned followed Peter as they made their way towards his room. It’s nothing too big, just a quaint room with a window, desk, and bunk bed. Peter didn’t need much to have fun.

“Alright, dude. I know we’ve been waiting, like, forever to build the Death Star, so guess what I brought…” Ned sang, as he slowly pulled out the container from his backpack.

Peter gasped. “Dude, what?! No way! Your mom let you get it? Hell yeah. Wanna build it now?”

“Well, YEAH. Let’s do it!” Ned exclaimed, opening the package quickly.

After about a few hours of geeking out over the Death Star and finishing almost all the packets of sweets, Peter and Ned completed the Lego set. Both utterly content with the time spent. As they were talking about which ship is better in the movies, the front door opened.

“Peter! I’m home, but I didn’t have time to get dinner, so want to go to that Thai restaurant inste-”

Aunt May stopped as she approached Peter’s door, realizing Ned and him were hanging out. Opening it, she saw a completed lego set and a few scattered candy packages.

“Oh, hey May!” Ned smiled.

“I should’ve expected you to be over here! Would you like to join Peter and I for some Thai?” Aunt May asked, glancing towards Peter.

“A-Actually Ned has a project to do, so he can’t stay, right Ned?” Peter quickly replied, glaring at Ned’s stare towards his aunt.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow at school. Bye May!” Ned sighed, as he left the apartment.

“Alright, Pete. Let’s go get some dinner,” Aunt May sighed, picking up her purse from the kitchen counter.

“So, how’s school going? How’s that academic decathlon?” Aunt May inquired, taking a bite from her Thai.

She is met with silence as she see’s a tired Peter moving his fork around in his food. He’s too inside his own head to hear her questions.

“Peter.”

Snapping his eyes up, he looks at Aunt May who is giving him a concerned look.

“W-What? Sorry.”

Sighing, she glances towards her plate. “Are you doing okay? I just wanted to know how school was going.”

Rubbing a hand across his face, he mumbles, “yeah, everything’s fine. Just been lacking some sleep lately. A lot is going on at school right now.”

“Hmm, I see. Remember to take care of yourself Pete. You shouldn’t work yourself too hard, okay?”

With a nod of his head, they fall back into a silence for a few minutes.

“Hey, isn’t Homecoming this weekend?” Aunt May questioned.

With a groan and roll of his eyes, Peter grunted a low ‘yes’.

‘Well, are you going to go?”

“Uh, n-no. I don’t really fee-”

“What?! No. You have to go, Peter! It’s a blast. Bring Ned with you!” Aunt May exclaimed, slightly angry he doesn’t want to go. “Be one with the teens!” she added.

Covering his face with his hands, he groans at her humorous enthusiasm.

“Great, first Ned. Now, you? I definitely can’t get out of this one,” Peter mumbled.

“You’ve got that right. Don’t worry, I’ll take you to go get a nice suit, okay?”

Sighing, he nods, “alright, but I don’t expect to have any fun.”

Chucking, Aunt May rolls her eyes.

“You know I larb you, right?”

“Maaaay.”

A few days later, Aunt May and Peter went out to get a suit like she had promised. It was just a simple black suit, but made him look clean and out of this world gorgeous. He was definitely going to save it for other important events. It’s too fancy to get rid of! Peter had called Ned the night Aunt May had forced him to go to Homecoming, to join him so he wouldn’t be a loner or make a fool of himself. Of course, Ned was ecstatic. He’s been wanting to go to a Homecoming dance since freshman year, even though it wasn’t allowed. However, being Juniors, they were able to attend. Last year, they never went because apparently a Star Wars marathon was much more important, no matter how many times they’ve seen them. So, it’s Ned’s time to shine this Homecoming and he is desperate to make sure Peter has enough fun to want to attend next year as well. Hell, maybe even attend prom? Who knows.

“Isn’t it stupid to go to a dance without a date? This is lame, Ned,” Peter complained, as he closed his locker for the last time today.

“C’mon, Pete. We don’t need dates! We can ride solo together, alright? Please, just go this time with me. I didn’t get to go last year because of you,” Ned accused.

“Y-You said you didn’t want to! What the hell, man?”

“Hey, I just didn’t want you to feel bad. I knew you’d be sitting at home probably watching a sappy romance movie by yourself. You’re lucky I didn’t let that happen,” Ned shot back defensively.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Peter waved, turning around to exit the front of the school.

This is going to be a fucking nightmare.

As Peter is putting the last finishing touches to his slicked back hair, he hears a knock at the door, it probably being Ned.

“Don’t you look handsome, Ned! C’mon in, Peter is almost ready… Right, Peter?!” Aunt May yells to get his attention.

“Coming!” He grudgingly replies.

He exits his room, seeing Ned and Aunt May having a conversation on the couch. However, once Ned see’s you, he perks up from the couch and heads in your direction. Wearing a suit that definitely fits his personality, Peter grins at his friend’s confidence.

“You look great, dude! I dig the tie,” Ned complemented, taking Peter’s tie in his hand.

“Same to you, Ned. Definitely not afraid to try something extravagant,” Peter chuckles.

“Alright, you two. Picture time!” Aunt May sings, swinging a camera in her hands.

Taking a look at each other, Ned and Peter groan loudly.

After being at the dance for a few hours, Ned is off with a couple of other people, Michelle included, dancing on the gym floor. Peter, however, stood there awkwardly for the past few songs, getting glaring looks from Ned. He was an awkward dancer no matter what he did. So instead of making Ned even more frustrated, he decided to go get some punch. As he arrived to the punch table, he saw an array of different foods. As he finishes filling up his punch, he grabs a plate and picks up a few random snacks so he has something to do. Once he’s content with his choices, he finds an empty table to sit at.

Well, this is better than I expected.

I guess…

He thinks, taking a bite of the chocolate loaded brownie.

About 20 minutes later, his plate is empty and he is still sitting at the same table, but this time he’s playing some random game on his phone to kill time. Ned is still kicking it out on the dance floor. Since he feels bad for making Ned go through his struggle with dances, Peter doesn’t push to disturb him.

As you enter into the gym wearing the outfit you’ve been dying to wear all week, you are hit with the smell of sweaty teenagers and the sound of stereotypical school dance music.

These things never change.

You think, with a roll of your eyes.

However, out of the corner of your eye, you see a boy sitting by himself on his phone, probably bored out of his mind. You knew that would probably be you in a few hours, so you felt what this guy was feeling. You wanted to go talk to him, but knowing you, you couldn’t do it. Even just going to this dance was an effort. You’ve never been one to do these sort of things, so getting out of your comfort zone was new to you. As of now, you didn’t like it. You just wanted to go home and snuggle up on the couch, binging a show you’re too far behind on.

Hearing one of your friends try and gain your attention, you realize you’ve been staring at this guy for way too long. Good thing he didn’t look up from his phone. How embarrassing would that be, oh god. Your friend follows your stare, smirking to see your heart eyes at Peter Parker.

“C’mon, let’s go dance!”

Peter’s phone eventually died from playing on it too long, causing him to let out a long, depressing sigh. Ned had stopped by a few times to make sure he was okay and asked if he would come dance, but Peter being himself, declined, knowing that Ned was fully aware of his horrid dance skills. Ned just wants him to have fun, but this is anything but a fun time for Peter.

Getting tired of sitting alone and doing nothing, Peter looks through the crowd to see if he can spot Ned. However, instead of seeing Ned, Peter sees the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on. He swears he stopped breathing for a few seconds. He’s never seen them before…

Look at those eyes…

Man, they’re leaving me helpless at the sight!

Who are they?

He thinks, totally forgetting about finding Ned, instead too entranced by this mysterious person.

Your feet started to ache after a couple of songs, mostly due to your inability to dance. Your friend started to notice you lagging on enthusiasm, so they decided to make a food and drink run with you to boost your momentum. When you both arrived at the table, you were surrounded by several different foods. The desserts grabbed your attention the most as you stacked a few brownies and cookies on top of each other. While you did this, your friend was smirking towards Peter, who has been gazing at you ever since you arrived to the food table. Your friend could sense his longing to talk to you, but was hesitant to do so. They knew Peter and what he was like since they had most of their classes with him. So, your friend decided to do you both a favor.

“Hey, Y/N? I’ll be right back, okay? Load up on some cookies for me!” they exclaimed with a huge smile on their face.

Looking back at them with a stuffed brownie in your mouth, you mumble an ‘okay’ as you see them walk towards the boy you’ve been eyeing all night. Panic suddenly erupts inside of you.

Oh god.

What are they going to do?!

Fuck…

After a couple minutes of anxiously waiting for your friend to return, you down some punch to calm your nerves, which only made them worse as you saw Peter and your friend walk their way to you.

Oh, no no no.

I think I’m going to puke, he’s so cute the closer he gets!

How is that POSSIBLE?!

Please don’t make a fool of yourself, Y/N, please.

Peter tries to control himself, but he can’t. You’re just too cute!

Oh, god.

They looks so cute stuffing their face with food.

How can that be cute?!

Peter’s thoughts are cut off as he see’s your friend make their way towards him with a wide, bright smile on their face.

He recognized your friend since he literally had every class with them, but neither of them had the chance to talk to each other.

“Hey, Peter! How’s it goin’?” they asked, cheerfully.

“O-Oh, uh- it’s going good. How are you?” Peter stutters, confused as to why they are talking to him.

“That’s good, that’s good… I’m doing great! Wanna come with me for a second?” they begin, pulling Peter away from his table before he even has a chance to speak a word.

As Peter and your friend reach the table where you’re at, he begins to gaze at you in even more shock of viewing you up close. He cannot believe he’s never seen you before! If he did, he would never forget your face, that’s for sure.

“Alright, Peter, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Peter. Now, you both have been eyeing each other all night. So, I’m going to leave you two alone. Get to know each other, bye!” they explained, giving Peter and you the biggest smirk as they walked away.

Looking nervously towards you, Peter rubbed the back on his neck, unsure of what to say.

“S-So, uh- would, would y-you like to dance, t-to dance o-or something?” he stuttered, blushing madly since he knew he would make a fool of himself. But he didn’t know what else to do!

You blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, “u-uh, I’m not really much of a dancer. W-Would you maybe want to go hang out s-somewhere?”

Taking a big sigh of relief, Peter nervously smiles, “o-of course. I-I think the library is closed, b-but maybe we can sneak in? Is that okay?”

Seeing your nod of approval, Peter grabs your hand and directs the way to the secret library adventure. Peter couldn’t believe he was doing this with you. Like, holy shit? He just met you and you were already taking his breath away, literally. His heart was beating so loud he thought anyone several miles away could hear it. He didn’t want to fuck this up.

Oh, shit.

I can’t believe this is happening!

He’s so sweet…

I wonder if he can hear my heart beating a million miles a minute?

God, I’m so nervous.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Peter opening the locked library door, surprisingly easy. You both made your way in, making sure to keep the lights off in case anyone came walking by. There was a little light peeking through anyways from the homecoming dance lights. After picking a random aisle to sit down in, you both take a cookie from the monstrous pile you brought along.

“So…” Peter began.

“So…”

Fast forward a few hours later, you and Peter are still in the library talking up a storm about random things. He discovered that you are just of a nerd as he is and you found out how much you both have in common. It was amazing to find someone like him. It’s leaving you helpless at the thought of not being with him. You cannot believe the impact this boy has had on you for the past few hours you’ve known him.

Checking the time, your eyes widen.

“Oh, fuck! It’s almost 1 AM? I need to get home. I’m sorry, Peter,” you apologize, looking at him with nervous eyes.

“O-Oh, right, uh- c-could I maybe, y’know, walk you home?” Peter stutters, adorably.

Blushing madly, you give a nod and a smile.

What is this boy doing to me?!

Walking out of Midtown High, Peter and you walk side by side as you both venture to your apartment only a few blocks away. Out of the corner of his eye, Peter see’s you shivering a bit due to the crisp night air. Slouching the suit jacket off, he gently places it on your shoulders, seeing you instantly cuddle into it. He smiles at the thought of you snuggled up into his arms, absorbing his warmth and comfort.

After a few random, humorous conversations, you both are only a few blocks away from your apartment. You honestly do not want the night to end. It’s been one of the greatest nights you’ve had in a very long time. It’s the same for Peter, too. He’s been a hermit at his apartment with Aunt May for god knows how long. He just never felt like going out. He really only hung out with Ned.

Walking up towards your door, Peter grabs your hand gently.

You look back at him confused. He looks at you nervously before opening and closing his mouth a couple of times.

Taking a big breath, he begins, “I-I just wanted to let you know– let you know that I had a lot of f-fun with you t-tonight. A-And I would love to do it again, if y-you uh– if you want to, that is,” he closes his eyes for a brief moment before continuing, “I-I know I’m not the most athletic, richest, o-or y’know, most attractive guy a-around, but I just think that y-you’re amazing a-and beautiful and a blast to be– to be around. Oh, god. I’m rambling. I-”

Both you and Peter are confronted by your father, who unexpectedly opened the front door.

“Oh, there you are, Y/N. I was just about to ca– who’s this?” your dad questions, looking towards Peter with that intense “dad” stare.

“T-This is Peter, Dad. He walked me home from the dance since it was late…” you replied, glaring at your dad.

“H-Hi, sir. P-Peter, Peter Parker, sir. I-I was just taking Y/N home. Uh-”

“Ah, no worries, kid. Thank you for bringing Y/N home safely. I’ll leave you both to it, alright? But remember, I’m right behind this door,” your Dad warned.

Covering your face with your hands, you groan.

“Alright, thanks. You can leave now!”

Chuckling, he shuts the door behind him, leaving you and Peter in an awkward blushing silence.

‘So…”

“So…”

“Oh, god. Not this again,” Peter says.

Giggling at this awkwardness, you reply, “thank you for tonight, Peter. It really was a dream come true and I’m so glad I met you.”

Taking a bold move at the last second, Peter leans in to peck your cheek ever so softly, bringing a rosy red tint to the both of your cheeks instantly.

“You are the dream, Y/N and I’m helpless without you.”

A/N: I know the POV may be confusing, so I’m sorry about that. I just hate putting “Y/N’s POV,” etc. If it’s hard to understand, let me know. Also I’ve been having a really bad writer’s block, so hopefully this is at least a 3/10 ?? Crossing my fingers *nervous laughter*.

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Jayme Closs turns up ‘like a ghost’ on a Wisconsin street, man charged with killing her parents

GORDON, Wisc. — Kristin Kasinskas was at home Thursday evening when someone pounded on the door. When she opened it, her neighbor was standing next to a skinny girl with unkempt hair and oversized shoes.

“This is Jayme Closs!” the neighbor said, according to an account Kasinskas gave to the Star Tribune in Minneapolis. “Call 911!”

With those words, the frantic search for Jayme ended 87 days after she vanished on October 15, the same night police found her parents dead in their home near Barron, Wisconsin. She was located Thursday near the remote, far northwestern Wisconsin town of Gordon, about 70 miles north of where she was last seen.

As the stunned neighbors stood at the door, Jayme did not say a word.

She asked a dog walker for help

The neighbor was walking her dog when Jayme approached and asked for help, according to Kasinskas, a local teacher.

The woman was so unnerved, she did not want to be identified, the Star Tribune reported. She told the paper that when Jayme walked up to her, she immediately knew who she was.

They rushed to the nearest home, which happened to be that of Kasinskas. As they waited for authorities, Jayme declined food and water, and instead met the family’s puppy.

“I honestly still think I’m dreaming right now. It was like I was seeing a ghost,” Kristin’s husband, Peter Kasinskas, told the paper.

Kristin Kasinskas said Jayme told her she had been held in the Gordon area — near Kasinskas’ home — by someone who killed her parents on the night she disappeared.

“She said to us that, ‘This person killed my parents and took me,’” Kasinskas told CNN.

“She said that this person usually hides her or hides her when others are near, or when he has to leave the household,” the woman said. “She did not go into detail about how she got out of the house or anything like that.”

Jayme was located shortly before 5 p.m., and a suspect was arrested 10 minutes later, authorities said. Jake Thomas Patterson, 21, of Gordon, faces two counts of first-degree intentional homicide for the murder of Closs’ parents and one count of kidnapping, Barron County Sheriff Chris Fitzgerald said Friday.

Good news after a day of rumors

Jayme was taken to the hospital after she was found, her aunt, Sue Allard, said.

“Oh my gosh,” Allard told CNN affiliate WCCO between sobs. “There was rumors earlier today, and I prayed and prayed and they come to not be true … I thought today was going to be the day, and then I find out two hours later that she’s found and I just cannot believe this.”

Jayme’s cousin, Seara Closs, shared her relief on social media.

“She is alive and on her way home from the bottom of my heart thank you all for the help!” she posted on Facebook. “I can never repay each and everyone one of you for posting and sharing and contributing to the search of my cousin Jayme Closs!”

Mysterious 911 call

Since right after Jayme disappeared, authorities had said they believed she was in danger. Her parents, James and Denise Closs, were found shot dead in their home the same night she went missing.

Investigators say a mysterious 911 call led deputies to discover the bodies. When the dispatcher called back the number, a voicemail greeting indicated the phone belonged to Denise Closs. The log does not say who made the 911 call, but the dispatcher heard yelling in the background.

Police arrived to find the door kicked in but no one was there. Investigators had said they believed Jayme was at home during the shooting.

Months of tips and searches

For months, thousands of people joined search parties as investigators received thousands of tips. The FBI offered a cash reward for information on her whereabouts, and authorities urged hunters in the area to be on the lookout for clues.

The searches and thousands of tips had not yielded any clues before Thursday. But Fitzgerald, the sheriff, said they never got tired of looking for Jayme.

“We promised to bring Jayme home and tonight we get to fulfill that promise,” he said Thursday in a statement. He also thanked the Douglas County Sheriff’s Department, which responded to the scene when Jayme was found, and other law enforcement agencies that helped in the search.

Fitzgerald noted that the case had “been very trying on the family so please respect their privacy and we reunite them later tonight.”

“From the bottom of my heart,” the sheriff added, “THANK YOU!”

Who is the suspect?

Patterson is also suspected of killing Jayme’s parents in their Wisconsin home in October.

Here’s what we know about him:

• Patterson is a 21-year-old from Gordon, Wisconsin, about 70 miles north of Barron, not far from where Jayme lived with her parents.

• Patterson was taken into custody Thursday after the girl gave investigators a description of his vehicle, according to Douglas County Sheriff Tom Dalbec. A short time later, a patrol officer found a vehicle that matched the description and pulled it over. Patterson was arrested.

• He’s being held in the Barron County Jail. He faces two counts of first-degree intentional homicide in the killings of Jayme’s parents, James and Denise Closs, and one count of kidnapping, Barron County Sheriff Chris Fitzgerald told reporters.

• Patterson “planned his actions and took many proactive steps to hide his identity from law enforcement and the general public,” Fitzgerald said.

• Fitzgerald said investigators believe Jayme was Patterson’s target and that the suspect had no earlier contact with her family.

• Patterson had “zero” criminal history locally or in Wisconsin, Fitzgerald said. Authorities are not looking for any additional suspects.

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