#i remember being absolutely smitten with Jude

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Smitten - Spider Noir x Reader

A/N: I haven’t written for Noir in a hOt minute and he’s my favorite character to write for so I hope at least some of you guys like it! :)

Warnings: violence (but only mentioned bc I can’t write fight scenes oof), fluff, drinking, a little angst but blink and you’ll miss it

Noir pulled your spider woman mask off to reveal the bruises and cuts painting your face after a particularly bad run in with green goblin. You smiled at the sight of your favorite person and wrapped your arms around him to relax yourself for a second.

Despite being slightly loopy, you still managed to see him looking concerned even through his mask, and you caught a sight of yourself in the reflective eyes of his mask and saw what he’d been so worried about. But despite the fact you looked like you were in a gang, it didn’t stop your determination to join the spider crew in fighting, after they’d taken your place.

Your thoughts were cut off by Noir waving a hand in front of you.

“Y/N? Doll? I think we should take you home.” He said gently, wrapping an arm around your waist and putting your arms around his, ready to swing you home.

“No!” You finally came to your senses, pulling away from your best friends grip. “I wanna fight! I’m fine, really.” You reassured him, trying to ignore the searing pain you felt.

Noir, however, managed to see right through you. “It’s time to go home Y/N, we can kick back there, I’ll take care of you.”

You wanted to protest but honestly you didn’t want anything less than to kick back with Noir in your small apartment and have a few beers to numb your pain.

You sighed after what felt like an eternity of him trying to convince you to go home and nodded, tucking yourself back in the position he’d put you in earlier.

You turned for a moment to wave bye to the others before Noir and you took off. Noir felt your grip on him tighten and smiled softly at how small you seemed in his arms. You were like a little damsel in distress, which was an interesting sight because you were, in his opinion, the toughest person he’s ever met.

As you guys swung across the city you pointed out all the buildings to him that you guys didn’t have in your dimensions. He enjoyed the way you seemed so proud to show him the city you loved so much, despite that it wasn’t the one you grew up in.

Before you knew it, you and Noir were at the fire escape of your apartment. You opened the window and made your way in, inhaling sharply when you felt a pain in your leg. You waved a hand, motioning Noir to climb in with you.

He pulled off his mask, revealing a couple cuts around his cheeks and nose, contrasting the freckles that were already there but distracted you with a charming smile that you didn’t see nearly enough. You blushed a little at his smile and avoided letting him know that by checking the time, 7 pm. Noir pushed up his glasses and looked down, before turning his gaze back to you, as if asking you what to do next.

“So here’s what I think.” You said in a voice like you were laying out some elaborate plan. “I say we get some beers and put on some dumb music and forget about all this crap.” You motioned to the cuts and bruises along your and his faces.

He nodded excitedly and immediately went towards your fridge. Noir wasn’t usually the biggest drinker, but when he was all beaten up, he could drink like it was the end of the world if he wanted to.

You on the other hand, walked over to your speaker and decided on playing some of the Beatles. You swayed slightly as Hey Jude played and Noir passed you a bottle of beer.

“Hey Jude, don’t make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her into your heart. Then you can start to make it better.” You sang to yourself, before noticing Noir glancing at you with a smile.

“What?” You said as if you didn’t know what he was looking at you for.

He looked down and rubbed his neck, letting out a small chuckle. “Nothing. It’s just, you have a really pretty voice.”

It was like he was trying to make you blush right now. “Aw shucks.” You said sarcastically, ignoring how his compliment had flustered you. “You’re so sweet.” You told him with more sincerity.

You took a swig of beer, hoping it’d help numb your pain. Although you had no success yet, you’d decided instead to snuggle up on your couch.

You grabbed a blanket, another beer, and Noirs hand to let him know to follow you, which he did without question. You sat down, moving the blanket in case he needed it , and took another swig as he sat down next to you, wrapping the blanket around himself, which pulled you guys closer together.

You instinctively layed your head on his shoulder and rested your hand on his. After a few minutes out of nowhere he interrupted the comfortable silence. “We should watch a movie doll.” He smiled, facing you. You nodded and went to pause the song.

“I gotta change first, but you can pick out a movie if you want.” You smiled before going into your room to pick out pajamas. Though every night you’d wear the same thing, a comfy pair of short shorts and a big Spider-Man shirt. (Honestly, when Noir saw you in your pjs, he was surprised he didn’t swoon right then.)

When you came out you noticed Noir seemed particularly interested in Princess and the Frog, which surprised you because he wasn’t exactly a princess movie guy. But you didn’t argue, because who doesn’t like princess and the frog?

You cuddled up to him as you felt yourself start to get tipsy, with both of you on yet another bottle of beer.

As you watched the movie, you could feel Noirs eyes on you as you watched the movie with a childlike wonder. He chuckled to himself, which you ignored.

Then, however, you got to the part where tiana kisses Naveen as a frog. You felt Noir pull you closer, but by now you were practically on his lap already, with his hand now wrapped around your waist.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N. You know that?” Noir slurred and you turned to face him.

You blushed as you saw his lazy eyes, which flicked from your eyes, to your lips, to your eyes again. He had a small smile and he moved his free hand up to your cheek, which you leaned into without even realizing, hoping he couldn’t feel your cheeks heating up.

You came back to your senses when you finally realized what he was doing, as he slowly closed his eyes and leaned forward. You shot your hand up in front of his mouth before he could kiss you.

“Peter. You’re drunk.” You stated coldly. It was rare that you’d ever call him Peter, and you saw his face fall a little when you did.

“That doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I know what I’m doing Y/N.” He said, resting his hand on yours.

“No you don’t, Peter.” You pushed yourself off him and took a moment to process what was happening. “You don’t.” You repeated.

“Why not?” He said, as you asked yourself the same thing.

“Because you don’t know what you’re saying. In the morning this’ll all just be a forgotten night where you tried to kiss your best friend, and that’s all it’ll ever be.” You fought back tears as he stood up.

“But it doesn’t have to be Y/N.” He said softly, almost reassuringly as tears streamed down your face freely. He lifted a hand to your cheek to wipe away tears, despite the way you winced at his touch.

“You’re the love of my life Y/N.” He said, barely above a whisper.

You looked up at him, he looked fully sincere, with almost sad eyes. “And you mine.” You touched your hand to the one resting on your cheek. His face softened as he leaned down to you, and you leaned forward.

It was seemingly a long awaited kiss, the way he had so much passion in the kiss revealed it. You guys kissed like you’d never see each other again. You entangled your hand in a few of his stray curls of hair and pulled a little as he deepened the kiss, like he couldn’t contain himself. You guys pulled away for a moment for air, before he kissed you again, smiling into the kiss as he did. You were caught off gaurd, making you gasp slightly, but you pulled him in more by gripping his sweater, before you guys pulled away once again.

“I love you Y/N L/N. More than words can describe. You’re my world.” Noir said almost breathlessly as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Peter Parker, you’re my everything.” You wrapped your hands around his neck and he rested his on your waist.

You guys danced slowly to the sound of the movie still playing. You took a chance to study every feature of his face, from his scars, to the freckles that dusted his cheeks, to the scratches in his glasses.

He noticed the way your eyes flicked around his face and leaned down, almost instinctively, to kiss you.

“I love you.” You both said at the same time.

And although there’s no need to say it, you (yes, you) were absolutely smitten for Peter Parker.

[requicms]

◈ FOR ALL OF OUR BOYS (((:

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COREY & PARKER:

        The date had gone much better than anticipated. Well, to be fair, Parker wasn’t sure if it could even be called that. It wasn’t like he had walked up to Corey in the hallway and asked him out -- he was pretty sure the other would have panicked and ran away then, and he couldn’t have the tiny progress he made with the other interaction by interaction destroyed like that. He was stubborn, that was the only thing that still kept him going when he had already wondered plenty of times if all of this would really lead to something. But when Corey agreed to hang out with him Friday afternoon, he had been ecstatic. 

          It had been nothing special. Again, Parker didn’t want to scare the other off. It had just been them hanging out, two normal teenagers on a normal Friday night. Except, inside of him, he felt anything but normal. It had been a hot day, and after just relaxing in the park, talking and playing some pretend football, they’d taken a walk along a river. Further and further away from where people were crowded together, enjoying the heavy summer air. 

            He could feel a drop of sweat trickle down his spine, despite the fact that it had already gotten dark and colder -- it wasn’t cold enough to not feel like his clothes were sticking to him like a second skin. Parker had to admit, he could imagine feeling better and more attractive when being around someone he liked, but he was trying to make the best of it. He’d just made some stupid joke, words he’d already forgotten again -- completely erased, as he was enamored by Corey laughing. God, he didn’t think it was possible, but the other boy was so fucking handsome when he laughed about his own stupid joke.

            Parker didn’t really think about it. He hadn’t planned it, either. And he was certain if he was unlucky, he could ruin everything with the move he made next. But Corey’s laugh was intoxicating, tempting, and before he knew what was happening he had bridged the distance between them, had pushed the other up against the tree he’d been leaning against, and crashed their lips together in a passionate kiss. 

               Parker had kissed plenty of boys, all kinds of them, in plenty of locations. But none of it could quite compare to the way his chest exploded the moment his lips first touched Corey’s. He’d been dreaming of this since he first lay eyes on the new kid in the hallway, since first exchanging words with Corey. He’d heard it plenty of times -- he wasn’t gay. But in that moment, Parker took his chance and hoped that maybe, just maybe, this would turn out fine. Because how could something that felt so good, become something bad? 

                He only pulled away when his lungs were screaming for air, his cheeks burning a bright crimson red, and he bit down onto his bottom lip as he let his hands fall from Corey’s face. He took a step back, inhaling a deep breath, giving the other some space after basically pressing him into the tree. “Sorry,” he managed to get out a bit breathlessly. “But I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you.”

FINN & JUDE:

              Training turned out to go much longer than planned that afternoon. As boys yelled each other on the field, the clock kept ticking, and by the time they called it off, the early evening hours had already passed. Apparently there was some big party happening, and the showers had emptied much quicker than Finn noticed. Considering he wouldn’t be allowed to go to the party anyway, he was in no rush. He could only strain his father’s new rules so much, and seeing as he had attended two parties the weekend before, he knew there was no chance in hell his father would let him leave again this weekend. 

             Hot water engulfed his body, and relaxed his tense muscles. He had to admit, he showered much longer than he usually did, and by the time he wrapped a towel around his hips and dried off his hair, he expected to return to an empty changing room. But he did not. As he stepped into the changing rooms, he caught sight of a guy with dark hair, tying his shoelaces so excruciatingly slowly, Finn almost wanted to laugh about it. “Haven’t you gone with the others?”, he questioned, but didn’t really expect a reply. They had never exchanged much more than a few words in the past. He wasn’t even sure if he remembered his name correctly. It was Jude, wasn’t it? 

                 Meaningless words were exchanged between them as he changed, though Finn couldn’t help but notice that Jude was long ready to go, and yet stayed behind to talk to him. Suddenly, there was a warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach. A certain nervousness. He had to tie his shoelaces three times because he fucked it up every single time, too confused by the boy who decided to spend him company while he got dressed. “If you’re going to the party, you should go. I’m not going,” he eventually stated, afraid that Jude was staying behind so they could go together. But as Finn leaned against the wall, the other said something along the lines that he wasn’t interested in going with the others. Surely, he had only imagined that? 

                  His cheeks felt hot, and his breathing caught in his throat as he watched the other move in closer. And closer. Until they were leaning against the wall next to each other, mere inches left between them. It had been a while since Finn was this close with a boy last. He was always cautious, always afraid the wrong person might see him. But here they were completely alone. The only sound filling the room was that of their breathing -- Finn’s getting caught in his throat once more as he realized Jude was leaning in closer. And closer. He bridged inch by inch, almost infuriatingly slowly. Thoughts were racing through Finn’s head, and he tried his hardest to prepare himself for what was going to happen. But in the end, nothing could prepare him for it. Finn hadn’t kissed many boys in his life yet, but every time it was another painful reminder of the fact that he was indeed right about his sexuality. It was never a relieving thought, but his heard always jumped right out of his chest. His hands shot up, curling into the fabric of Jude’s shirt as he pulled him closer. The other was only a few inches taller than him, but Finn felt fragile and weak next to him, melting into a puddle on the floor as they kissed. He forgot how to breathe, how to think, how to do anything other than press his lips to Jude’s over and over again. 

                  It was the ringing of his phone that eventually caused him to pull back, breathless and a little confused. He hurried over to his bag, picking up his phone to assure his father that he was on his way home. But his heart was lost in that changing room, with the boy with the messy dark hair.

ALEC & SAWYER:

           There was nothing better in the world than celebrating a victory. At least not many things could compete to the pure euphoria and happiness cursing through Alec’s body. It had been one of many wins as part of the high school’s football team, but it had been one of their biggest and best wins yet, and the party at one of his teammate’s houses was incomparable to anything he had witnessed yet. He was pretty sure there were people jumping naked into the pool outside. There were people making out, throwing up, and dancing everywhere. The place was packed, and it was hard to be able to push through the people left and right. Everywhere there were people wanting to congratulate him, and therefore his journey to the bathroom took him a small eternity.

              By the time he arrived he was almost exhausted, and felt as if he had pretty much sobered up as well. He pushed the door shut behind him, and leaned against it to breathe deeply. Someone clearing their throat caused him to jump slightly only moments later though. Apparently the bathroom had been preoccupied, judging from the blonde guy sitting next to the bath tub. “Sorry. I thought no one’s in here,” Alec said, recognizing Sawyer from his class. How could he not? He’d be lying if he said the boy hadn’t captured his heart, slowly but surely. Yet he was never sure if there really was anything between them. There had been a few touches that seemed inappropriate for boys their age that were just friends, and a few times their lips had almost met. But nothing ever really happened, and he’d heard from plenty of people that Sawyer was straight. 

             He was a little bit too smitten to just leave the bathroom again at this chance though. Instead he moved over to the bath tub after a moment of hesitation, and slid down onto the ground next to him. Leaning his back against the bath tub, his knee accidentally bumped against the other’s thigh. But there was no sign that that was absolutely forbidden, and so after dropping some stupidly unimportant remarks about the party going on around them, he let his knee slowly rest against the other’s thigh once more. 

              The mixed signals Sawyer sent his way were confusing at best, even for a boy who was as confirmed and open about his sexuality as Alec had been since his fifteenth birthday. Sometimes he wondered if maybe Sawyer himself didn’t really know what he wanted. His head tilted to the side slightly, dark curls falling into his eyes as he looked at Sawyer. Someone banged against the bathroom door, but Alec didn’t even flinch. He couldn’t care less about whoever wanted to get inside the bathroom -- he’d successfully locked the door, and was in no mood to get up from his spot on the floor. Seconds later screeching laughter passed the door, and someone downstairs turned the volume of the music up even further. All of that hardly registered in his brain though. 

                What did register was the way the tip of his nose brushed against Sawyer’s. The way the other’s warm breath brushed over his cheek. He was moving slowly, giving the blonde plenty of time to pull away if he didn’t want this. But Sawyer made no move, stayed perfectly still, and let Alec move closer. Their lips brushed slightly together, but Alec waited a few more seconds before he went in for the real kiss. And God, it was a good kiss. He could feel a hand curl into the fabric of his shirt, and he accidentally let a moan slip from his lips that was muffled by their kiss. 

                But as quickly as the situation had presented itself, it was over again too. The hand that had pulled him closer suddenly shoved him back. His head hit uncomfortably hard against the rink of the bath tub, and suddenly Sawyer was on his feet. The bathroom door banged open -- and Alec was alone. Even more confused than he’d been before.