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duxhess-kryzewan · 4 years ago

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obi wan gets caught in a lie? can be as heavy/light as you want

A/n: hello!! im so sorry for the sudden disappearanc, but im back and will hopefully be posting regularly again!! (also, i didnt quite know how to write a scenario with him lying to satine, so hopefully this stays as true to the characters as possible)

- White Lies -

Satine had spent a large portion of her youth biting her nails.

She knew it was a nasty habit. Aside from it being unsanitary, it was beyond improper for a lady - especially one of nobility - to do so. It was only during her time on the run with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan that she managed to stop. Partly because she was so distracted by her concern for her people, and partly because trekking through the wilderness of various planets tended to get her hands dirty.

Yet here she stood, in the middle of her Coruscant apartment, chewing absentmindedly on her nails, not caring in the slightest that years of work to break the habit had all been for nothing.

She had been on the planet for two days now, both of them consumed with Senate proposals and a barrage of questions for the neutral systems, most of which were nothing more than ploys to side with the republic. Even in the face of aggressive senators though, Satine had held her ground. While she may be a pacifist, she was still a Mandalorian, and a Mandalorian never backed down from a fight. She was no exception. There wasn't much that shook her these days.

Except, perhaps, the absence of Obi-Wan.

He had promised her he'd be there before the sun set, but the city had been shrouded in darkness for hours now and he was no where to be found. She only commed him twice - not wanting to come off as overbearing - but it was beyond unusual for him not to follow through with his word.

So she commed Padme, the only person who wouldn't question her, and asked if she had seen or heard from him.

"I haven't," The younger woman said, "Anakin hasn't came home yet for me to ask him. If I hear from either of them I'll be sure to let you know."

"Thank you." Satine said before ending the transmission.

So she paced, chewing on her nails and trying her best not to think of the worst possible scenario. He was a Jedi, she rationalized, even if something did happen he was more than capable of taking care of himself.

It didn't help ease her mind.

So when the familiar beeping of a keypad and sound of her door opening sounded through the apartment she couldn't have been more relieved.

She rushed to meet him, barely giving him enough time to shut the door before she threw her arms around his shoulders.

He cradled her against him in response, his hands winding around her tiny frame. She didn't need to be in tune with the force to feel the exhaustion radiating off of him. Yes, something had certainly happened, and it had drained him.

"Are you alright?" Satine asks, pulling away just enough to scan her eyes over him, searching for any kind of wound or otherwise out of place detail.

"I'm fine," He says, reaching out and tucking a bit of stray hair behind her ear, "It's been a challenging day. The council was relentlessly questioning Anakin and I about the events of our most recent mission and then I got tied up with him at Padme's."

Her blood suddenly runs cold, her body all but frozen in his grasp and it took her a moment to truly process what he had just told her.

She pulls away from his grasp and takes a step back, "You weren't at Padme's."

Obi-Wan pauses, mouth slightly agape, a mouthful of words he was planning on saying frozen on the tip of his tongue. If she looked hard enough she's sure she could see them dancing around, begging to be spoken out into the world.

"I commed over there Obi-Wan," She says, "You weren't at Padme's."

He already knew that, of course. His eyes always betrayed him. Not that he was keeping up the charade; he knew he had been caught. There was no point in pretending now.

"You lied to me," Satine says, not bothering to hide the hurt and confusion in her voice, "Why would you..."

She trails off, unable to bring herself to finish the question. Obi-Wan didn't lie to her. Not ever. Faking his death aside, he had never been anything less than honest with her.

"Satine I..." He too is at a loss for words, eyes wide and full of something unfamiliar. Fear, perhaps? Worry about what the consequences of his falsehood? It makes her feel sick either way.

"Where were you?"

"Please Satine, I promise you, it wasn't anything you need worry about. You know that I would never-" He paused, suddenly unable to finish his statement.

Cheat on her? Yes, she was fairly confident that would never happen. Even in light of his lie she knows without a doubt that was a line that would never be crossed.

"No, you wouldn't." She grants, "But I also thought you would never lie to me. I thought we were honest with one another despite the consequences."

His eyes fill with sadness; a mirage of guilt that she's never seen before and if her heart wasn't already hurting she's sure it would have broken for him all the more.

"I- of course. You're right. I should have never..." He sucks in a shaky breath, "There was an incident. Two really. Bail Organa and Lothals senator were attacked by separatist assassins. They were working on your neutral systems proposal when it happened. It's suspected they wanted to sabotage your place with the Senate. I didn't want to worry you. That's all, I swear it."

Dizziness washes over her. Of course she was always at risk for an attack on her and her beliefs, and of course Obi-Wan tries to shelter her from the horrors of the galaxy despite the fact that she's keenly aware of the atrocities transpiring around her.

"Obi-Wan.."

"That's all it was Satine, I swear. I didn't want to upset you with the news."

"All the same, you lied to me. And you made it look easy Obi-Wan, like it was nothing to you."

He closes his eyes, her words hitting him like a slap in the face and its almost too much for her to bare. As if her words physically stunned him.

"I have to be a good liar, you know that. I lie to the council every time they question the nature of our relationship. I lie to them, but not to you." His voice was steady, more assured than it had been before.

"But you just did."

She wants to stop; wants so badly to calm down and forget about this, but she can't bring herself to do it. Not when it felt like her trust had been violated. There were too many people in her life - valued friends and allies - who had deceived her in the past. Her trust had began wavering amongst the people who crossed her path, but never in Obi-Wan.

He can't look at her and it both breaks her heart and infuriates her more.

"You're right," He says, "And I'm sorry. You've always had that confidence in me and I broke that trust."

"You've never lied to me before," She says, "And it matters that you did it so well, how can I-" She swallows the sudden threat of a sob, "How can I know that this was the only time?"

The words come clawing their way out of her mouth and it stung more than she could have imagined. And maybe she was being unfair; maybe he hadn't thought about how much weight such a simple lie would carry, but it hurt her in places she didn't recognize.

"You know me Satine, you know I would never lie to you about something that really mattered." He counters, voice laced with a twinge of frustration.

Her eyes narrow, "And what matters and what doesn't?"

They hadn't fought in months; never fought like this at all. It wasn't unusual for a snide comment to be thrown out here or there, and they certain had their fair share of disagreements, but this? This was something entirely new and she didn't know what to do with it.

"I don't know what you want me to say other than I'm sorry."

She felt dizzy. Trust was something that she valued more than anything. Obi-Wan was the last person she ever thought would betray that. Regardless of the severity of his lie, it stung more than she could have imagined.

She grabs her cloak without a second thought.

"I'm going," She states, "I need to get out for a bit."

He suddenly looks panicked, and for a moment she actually reconsiders leaving, but she knows ultimately its better for her to go calm herself down before she truly said something she didn't mean.

"Satine, please."

She sighs, "I'm coming back, Obi-Wan. I need to go clear my head."

"Where are you going?"

"Padme's. Back to Mandalore early perhaps."

His eyes grow sadder when she mentions the latter, "Satine…"

She's out the door before he can finish his protest.

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The streets of Coruscant were becoming more and more familiar to her with every visit, though she would hesitate to really claim she knew her way around anywhere aside from the heart of the city. Regardless of that fact, she wandered the streets without much care.

Instinctively she wrapped her arms around herself, pressing tightly against her rib cage. It felt like her bones were about to crack open, her heart having experienced too many emotions in such a short period of time. From worry to hurt to anger. It was all too much.

She had been deceived and lied too more times than she could count. But Obi-Wan, her shining Jedi Knight, never had. Not until now.

She stops abruptly, her thoughts suddenly hitting her full force once more with his lie. It hurts her. Frightens her, even, the way her anger had crept into her mind and overtook all rational thinking.

Why would he lie to her? Why would he do the one thing he knew would break her heart more than anything else?

Because he protects you from what he thinks you shouldn't have to see.

Satine frowns, trying to shove the thought out of her mind. But it was useless. She knew it was the truth, that he had always done his best to shield her from dangers and horrors alike. In his mind, she had seen enough wicked things in her youth and endured more attempts on her life than she should have had too. Obi-Wan had always been trying, whether she realized it or not, to keep her from baring more weight.

But the question lingers in the back of her mind; had he lied to her before?

You know he hasn't, She thinks, The look in his eyes when you even suggested it was all the proof you needed.

Another ache soars through her chest. She trusted him. And when she really digs deep down in herself, she knows that she still does. Obi-Wan Kenobi is still the person she trusts most.

So why didn't the pain in her chest fade? She wasn't angry anymore, not really. The cool night air and desolate streets provided release from whatever vexations and grief burrowed within her, and yet something dismal still gnawed at her.

Then the realization hit her.

Obi-Wans absence was the source of her heartache.

She had fled, a momentary lapse in judgement in an effort to calm down, and left him standing in the wreckage of their little time together. They would have to part ways in two days time, and she had effectively cut that even shorter.

She turns around without a second thought.

When she steps through the door she finds him in the same spot she left him in, perched on the floor with his eyes closed, legs crossed in the all too familiar pose of meditation. It didn't surprise her. He often did so to sort out his feelings.

The sound of the door didn't cause him to move, nor did the sound of her footsteps coming towards him. He only opened his eyes when she crouched down onto the floor and all but threw herself against him.

He instinctively envelopes her in a hug, cradling her in his arms as they sat on the floor.

"I'm sorry," Satine says, nuzzling her nose against the side of his head, "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," He murmurs, "I should have just told you from the start. I'm sorry to have deceived you."

She feels guilty all over again. Obi-Wan carried often carried the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. The last thing she wanted was to add to that.

"No, I-" She drops her cheek against the top of his head and tightens her hold on him, "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. It was unfair of me. I shouldn't have gotten upset and I certainly shouldn't have walked out. It was wrong on my part."

She often wonders what life would be like if they weren't so tied to their duties. If she weren't born a duchess and he not born a Jedi. If they were simply Ben and Satine, a couple tucked away in a quiet corner of the Galaxy. Would they have fights like this? Or would they bicker over mundane things? Certainly their quarrels would never be as a result of governing bodies or separatists attacks. It would be nice, she thinks, to be so carefree when they were together.

"I've never lied to you before." He tells her, gripping her hand in his own.

"I know you haven't."

"I won't do it again."

"I know."

"Do you forgive me?"

She pulls away from him, worming her way out from his arms enough to look him in the eyes.

"There's nothing to forgive my dear."

Her hands come up to cradle his face, thumbs brushing over his auburn stubble.

"I need you to say it," He tells her, covering her hand with one of his own, "For my own peace of mind."

She smiles softly, "I forgive you."

Wouldn’t she always?

#obitine #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x satine #obitine fanfic #obitine fanfiction #obitine prompt #obitine fluff #obi wan is just a nervous wreck #satine is just mad

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jasontoddiefor · 5 years ago

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SW author/fic rec anon. im really looking for stories involving obi-wan and anakin. I can find some during the clone wars, but not a lot between ep1 and 2. thanks!

OOh, yeah, I can do that! I tried to find stuff that is set either in-between or has the two of them at that age! (And some AU, as a treat.) 28 fanfics!

Title: A Padawan at War (Again) Summary: There were a lot of things that Obi-Wan didn’t know now, ever since he’d woken up in a strange medbay on a strange ship populated by hundreds of identical troopers. What he did know is that every single one of them swore that he was actually in his thirties and that he was a General who commanded a huge number of troops in a war against Separatists.So now Padawan Obi-Wan has to figure out how to fight a war he doesn't know anything about. Oh, and the nine-year-old kid that Qui-Gon picked up from Tatooine is here too. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1792372

Title: wonder Summary: Obi-Wan woke up suddenly.For a moment, he wasn’t sure why. His quarters were dark, and he didn’t see or feel anything particularly threatening, but then he heard the terrible retching, and then he was staggering up to his feet, his legs briefly getting tangled in his sheets as he tried to get to the door.[or: Anakin's sick, and still-getting-used-to-having-an-apprentice-Obi-Wan-Kenobi handles it. Tries to handle it.] Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/25609525

Title: The Tempest Summary: Obi-Wan tries to find sleep amidst his new apprentice’s swirling Force presence and a violent thunderstorm outside. Obviously, sleep isn’t an option. Why couldn’t Qui-Gon have left him with an ordinary padawan?or: How Obi-Wan Kenobi Learned to Stop Worrying and Love His (Emotional Time-Bomb) Apprentice Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25539847

Title: The Key to Victory Summary: New jedi padawan Anakin Skywalker realizes that there is more to being a jedi then he tought. Discovering a completely new culture will take time and effort, but maybe he'll make some friends along the way. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1105683

Title: Room to Grow Summary: In the early days of his apprenticeship, Anakin gets caught playing dress-up in his master's closet. Obi-Wan finds that perhaps, something broken inside him is beginning to heal. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25288510

Title: A Loose Stitch Summary:In the beginning, Bant had been so sure that Obi-Wan would fall apart at some point from the grief, but he held himself together, somehow.Until now. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25268491

Title: What can’t be lost Summary: Obi-Wan doesn’t know how to comfort a crying baby Luke on the flight to Tatooine. A painful memory of Anakin gives him an idea - and breaks his heart a little, too. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24015022

Title: watercolour paint Summary:Anakin Skywalker is afraid of a great many things in this galaxy and the next, but he has never and will never be afraid of Obi-Wan Kenobi.But he’s afraid of being abandoned, of being walked away from, and he’s afraid that Obi-Wan is not the kind of person who will stay. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1814266

Title: Be As You’ve Always Been Summary: Sometimes, Obi-Wan thought he was always meant to be the butt of the Force’s cruel jokes. Very cruel indeed, Obi-Wan muses as he gazes down at a nine-year old Anakin Skywalker Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1748707

Title: Care What It Cost Summary:Five years after Naboo, Obi-Wan becomes aware that things between Anakin and Qui-Gon have become... tense. The obvious solution is to mediate their difficulties if at all possible.That is not what happens. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/12173493

Title: The Bad Day (Trademark Pending) Summary: Obi-Wan is having one of his Bad Days. Anakin helps. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20452634

Title: Sabbatical Summary: Anakin decides to leave the Jedi as a child, and Obi-Wan goes with him. When Palpatine sends Dooku to find them, things don't go as planned. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/22801789

Title: Space Dad Lives Summary:AU starting directly after TPM. Qui-gon didn't die, but he's sure not okay after taking a lightsaber to the gut. Obi-wan, still reeling after Mandalore, is now the hero who killed a Sith and vowed to train the Chosen One. Anakin is going to be a Jedi so he can free his mother and his people.And the healers are kind of sick of dealing with the Jinn/Kenobi team. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/24573184

Title: Eventide Summary: All Obi-wan wishes for, is for one mission to be on a planet that has no sunlight. Instead, they break down on one with TWO suns on a mission that has already gone sideways. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23168815

Title: It Takes a Village Summary: The events, consequences and aftermath of the Phantom Menace as seen through the eyes of Obi-Wan’s closest friends. And when they see their friend grieving the loss of his Master, dealing with the fame associated with killing a Sith while also taking on a Padawan (the Chosen One no less) they step in to help because they realize he is in WAY over his head. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/23680915

Title: Simple Steps Summary: Galaxy changing events don't just suddenly occur. They are the result of a series of small steps. Now dealing with ROTS. Rated M to be safe. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/19963384

Title: dead and the gold Summary:The Republic is in turmoil. In the wake of the harrowing Naboo Crisis, Chancellor Valorum has seized control of the Trade Federation’s droid armies. A failed coup has branded the Jedi Order as traitors. Thousands of Jedi are dead. The rest, fugitives. Alarmed by the Senate’s aggression, systems scramble to forge new alliances. Everyone’s loyalty is in question. Obi-Wan Kenobi, on the run with his new padawan Anakin Skywalker, knows their time is running out. He makes a desperate ploy to contact what may be a powerful ally or a dangerous foe... Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/21999658

Title: Don’t sleep on the floor Summary: Little Anakin sleeps on the floor and cuddles with Artoo. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/17591843

Title: attachment Summary: In which Obi-Wan Kenobi has a small mental breakdown, turns to google for help, frantically attempts to locate the wikihow for raising traumatized ex-slave padawans, and decides that maybe the Jedi way is inferior to talk therapy when it comes to dealing with emotions. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/series/1662367

Title: Earning Trust Summary: A what-if exploring how Anakin may have dealt with a surviving Qui-gon pushing Obi-wan aside so he could be free to train the Chosen One. What if this gave the team a chance to get to know each other without grief for a dead master. Would Anakin still wish to be trained by Qui-gon or would someone else have earned his trust instead? Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13673895

Title: Ikhthus Summary:You can take the boy out of the Order, but you can’t take the Jedi out of the boy. A young ex-padawan stumbles across a most curious mother and her even more curious child on Tatooine.Or: destiny will find Obi-Wan Kenobi no matter how far he runs. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/9605801

Title: Viridescent Skies Summary:When the Trade Federation starts a ruckus and blockades Naboo, the Council decide to send Qui-Gon and his very young padawan to mediate the proceedings. Luckily, Knight Anakin Skywalker happens to be at loose ends and is able to accompany them.For a given value of "luckily." He has a bad feeling about this. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/9340733

Title: For Love of One’s Padawan Summary:The Naboo may have saved their world, but Obi-Wan just lost his.Following the death of his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi feels alone and adrift in his place in the Jedi Order until an unexpected ally and champion enters his life with support and understanding. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/23121742

Title: All But Name Summary: "You will be a Jedi, Anakin. I promise you. In all but name." Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/19480345

Title: Coalesced Matter Summary: Jedi Master Dooku is in a long-term undercover assignment with slow but steady progress. But he gets a distress call from this Knight Kenobi with a Padawan Skywalker and things just start to go crazy. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/19438132

Title: So old they were, and wise Summary:Obi-Wan's arm had tightened around him to the point of squeezing. He felt sick swoops of nausea. "Anakin," he said urgently. "I don't care what the circumstances are or who you're with, if anyone tries to bring you to the Chancellor, stars forbid leave you alone with him, do not allow it. Do whatever is necessary - cry, scream, fight, use the Force, run - run to find me. Stay away from Chancellor Palpatine. Do you understand, young one?"Wide-eyed, Anakin nodded. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/18489322

Title: Lightbearer Summary: After his Master's death Obi-Wan Falls. Anakin picks up the pieces. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/3613170

Title: The Chosen Summary: Anakin is found by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan when he's a newborn. It changes things. Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/8477353

#star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #fanfic recs #anon

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humankoalaa · 5 years ago

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BLACK LIGHTNING 3X15

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

okay...here we go.

• gravedigger ... so your telling me you murder folks and feel the right and honorable thing to do is bury them after? ... thats like giving someone a hotdog choking them with it then helping them unfuck their throat.

• everybody: “get on the ground now” ... khalil: “but how do i continue getting beat up if i get on the ground” ... everybody: “exactly.”

• please let this mean he’ll be able to control when he becomes painkiller.

• “is this supposed to be a pep talk?” 🤣🤣 same erica. same. like jeff damn near said everything but you’re gonna die.

• my mother looking at my other mother worried to bits. nissa iss gon be alright.

• JEFF.... LIGHTNING IS STRONGER THAN YOUUUUUUU she just reckless BUT SHE IS STRONGER THAN YOU. got my auntie out here with all the nobody puts baby in the corner vibes.

• brandon... im sick of you. aggravating ass. so we put our hair in a bun and all a sudden we don’t know how to act? ok mr. marshall.

• “we’re screwed” 🤣 TC i felt that in my soul.

• jenn looking at jeff like rosa parks did not sit her ass down for you to be forcing me in the back like this. 😩 look im just doing the lords work. ok?! i can’t make this shit up.

• go head gambi. my thoughts exactly.

• first of all mr. only enhancements i got is hypertension and type two diabetes.... you ain’t gon do shit.

• 🤣🤣 yaaasss my mother said yeeeee ain wants none of this schmoke 💅🏾

• lady eve.... did she set up gambi orrrrr...

• anissa just watching grace sip this tea all heart eyes 😭

• “watch the candles” 🤣🤣🤣🤣

• now that anissa said grace is evolving i can’t help but see grace as a pokémon. im upset.

• ... lynn... come on mawmaw. why you always showing up with bad news. definition of why we should just shoot the messenger. OFF with her head! im tired.

• 😭😭😭😭 my parents! we love love. ugh. this is what i call redemption. cause their first pillowtalk was a tragedy.

• thundergrace hands down the baddest CW couple. i said what i said.

•WAYMENT NO SHE DIDNT 😦🤭

• she did. SHE DID. she asked my mother to marry her right in front of my caprisun 😭😭

• TC... come on big fella 😂 a corpse has more game than you 🤦🏾‍♀️

• “now you can die happy” 🤣 erica kills me.

• “TC that girl dont want you” 🤣🤣 this has to be one of the best delivered lines from china.

• OKAAAYYY PAINKILLER WE GEETTTT it.

• “is tobias my cousin?” 🤣🤣🤣🤣

• dawww this is cute. grace finally meeting her mother in law cooking for the fam ugh this show ❤️

• i love how everyone looks around the loft the same way when they first come inside. like yes she pays for it with drug money. we don’t talk about that.

• “you mean like the last supper?” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤦🏾‍♀️

• wardrobe... why y’all got my mother in a straight jacket tho. like is that a hooded corset? like half hoodie half corset? so many questions. i have so many.

• 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 the faces after they said they’re getting married i could choke

• jenn tawm bout finally 🤣 as the captain of this ship i wouldnt expect anything less. like your fave captain could never!

• that has to be a record 🤣🤣 they got engaged 14 minutes ago. FOURTEEN. without commercials 7 minutes ok?! SEVEN. like they don’t even need a uhaul cause grace pretty much lives at anissas. i can see it now all the twitter folk “but they haven’t even been together that long” “their relationship is toxic” “but grace abused anissa” “anissa has a tracking device on grace” listen to me... SAY LESS. k? K. they been married since season 1 episode 3 btw.

• ugh this scene. i love how last episode anissa said grace is the one right. now this scene where she’s telling lynn she’s not doing it just cause Is perfect. it fits anissas character traits so much and i love that whoever wrote this episode played into just that. her recklessness with a cause essentially. so i love that she acknowledged it is sudden but regardless of the circumstances she would still marry grace.

• jenn, jeff, and grace. a trio i stan.

• WAYMENT... y’all see TC and erica 👀

• brandon... 😂😂🤦🏾‍♀️ man let that lady go.

• awh lawd gravedigger done knows allllll their powers and shit 🤦🏾‍♀️

• TC ... that’s the loudest most indiscreet shit ive ever seen 😂😂😂😂 like say it any louder and gravedigger will hear you. smh.

• ooooooo here for alllll the wedding drip. these pantsuits 🔥 also i dare them to look and be any gayer.

• awh lawd jenn 🤦🏾‍♀️ how many times are we gonna do this 😩 like come on auntie.

ooooooo next weeks bout to be lit!

#black lighting spoilers #thundergrace #anissa x grace #jennifer pierce #black lightning

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scarasenvy · 5 years ago

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I wanna ask again if that ok haha 2, 18, 28 :))

GIRL yes thank u!! :’D i’m so sorry i’m late to answer this pls forgive me i have been quite busy 😔🤲🏼 AAAA BUT

2. (first anime crush): i think my first anime crush was kaneki ken from tokyo ghoul??? IDK I JUST REALLY THOUGHT HE WAS HOT BACK IN THE DAY AND WAS SO JEALOUS of him and toukas relationship even tho i shipped the hell out of them too lmfao

18. (10 worst anime you’ve ever watched): o god ok i don’t wanna shit on any of these anime because some i actually really did enjoy these are just my least rated on MAL (which btw if anyone wants to follow me on there my user is nadada 😌) so no hate but anyways here we go LOL these aren’t in order btw!

hametsu no mars (this is an obvious cult fav to hate on so i watched it just because it’s one of the worst rated anime on MAL and i just wanted to see why dhsh)

DEVILMAN CRYBABY IDCIDC the animation style is cool and the ending really fucked me up (which i liked, the plot twists were insane) however it was so sex and drug fuled which made me feel kinda nauseated n what not so i really did not like it as much as i wanted to if im being honest

jibaku shounen hanako-kun (i would DIE for the art style it’s so cute and the music and characters were cool but for some reason i just couldn’t get super invested in the story?? i felt myself wanting to finish this anime quickly for some reason)

BNHA season 4 (i’m so sorry i just didn’t like it it just felt kind of bleh to me except for the fight with kai as well as the ending which was epic, but comparison to season 3 WHICH BTW WAS HYPE AF i just didn’t feel super invested while watching it)

no game no life (just like JBSHK the animation was sick, but idk definitely not my fav anime. however the movie was good)

japan sinks 2020 (was really good the first like 5 eps and i liked how spontaneous and unexpected it was which made me super excited to see what would happen next, but then it just got confusing and weird and too expected also the animation was sloppy at times)

TOKYO GHOUL:RE need i say more

perfect blue (only putting this here because it messed me up for days afterwards)

akira (a classic and animation was clean however i just HATED the plot and it was so confusing and bad lmao sorry maybe i’m just not an intellectual)

THE HXH MOVIES LMAO (we all know i’m the biggest mf hxh stan HOWEVER these movies did not compare to the 2011 and 99 shows at ALL they were really disappointing in comparison sadly but still animation was good)

28. (most upsetting moment in anime and why): *BANANA FISH, HUNTER X HUNTER, AND SNK SPOILER ALERTS BEWARE* i have a few but the first one definitely has to be when ash died when he was supposed to go to japan with eiji or say goodbye to him 🥺 i was like ARE YOU SERIOUS i genuinely didn’t think that was the ending. i was really upset for like days. the second one would have to be in snk when levi had to choose between saving armin or erwin, as well as when everyone was giving their all to fight the beast titan but so many died regardless. the third one is in hxh when gon basically died and was on life support and killua was losing his mind as well as komugi and meruems death which hurt alot but yeah lol 😔✌🏼

#ROSE IM SO SORRY for this being late i love u thanks for sending more this was fun i love doing these :’))#hxh #anime #also im sorry for writing so much LMAO #we all know i cant help it #hunterxhunter #anime asks #ask game #anime ask game #get to know me #get to know nadi #hxhkin #hunter x hunter #ouran #tokyo ghoul #bnha

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magical-xirl-4 · 6 years ago

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Stormy Weather 2 thoughts (AKA I’m watching this to avoid writing an essay)

- I love Aurore

- “oNcE A vIIAiN aLWayS a viLlain”

- Aurore just walked off and got into her car without saying bye all while Chloe was ranting. What a mood

- Excuse me? Marinette’s the only person who’s changed for the better in this entire series

- “Can you still be in love with someone after they become your friend?” Oof, I felt that in my heart

- What is happening. The editing is wack. I can’t tell if we’re in the present or a flashback.

- Wait... we’re getting Nathalie’s thoughts?! “I would do anything for Gabriel Agreste” OKOKOK

- Nathalie is still sick and it’s making me worried for her

- LISTEN TO NOOROO YOU OLD PRUNE

- Damn, Aurore just accepted that akuma this time round, huh?

- a fucking volcano ahaha. Srsly tho, stormy weather is just going to end up getting herself killed if she plans to throw the earth off it’s orbit. And Hawkmoth would die too, including Emilie and Adrien??? Gabriel your plan is flawed

- this is undoubtedly the strongest akuma they’ve faced. Also, earth already went off it’s axis? they should be dead man

- DJWIFI IS SO CUTE YALL (they were legit about to kiss before alya’s sisters ran in haha)

- Sabrina’s VA changed. it sounds less nasally yet somehow more annoying

- why....so many....... transformations this episode (still salty we didn’t see chat’s aqua transformation)

- wait ok how is Paris all of a sudden so cold wHEN THERE’S VOLCANO RIGHT NEXT TO THEM????

- Tom’s smile when the news reporter said that LB got out her lucky charm, aw. Also Alya’s sisters “is Ladybug going to do some colouring?” double bless. On another note they both have really cool shoes

- Tikki’s small wink IM DYING IT WAS CUTE

- Marinette was cute in front of that little camera just nervously offering the book. Also Nathalie just watching Mari scribble on that note like “Hm... you gon take any longer with that?”

- “Like the time that she stood you up on a romantic date on a Paris rooftop?” FIRST OF ALL, LADYBUG POLITELY REFUSED AND HE SET HIMSELF UP FOR DISAPPOINTMENT-

- No comment on the last scene with Adrien’s almost realisation cause it’s basically been overdone. (They just played that whole Lukanette scene tho and I was living for it)

#it was enjoyable. there were obvious flaws like there always are but i still liked it #stormy weather 2 #miraculous ladybug

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moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom · 2 years ago

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time for Thoughts™️

I will always rant about every member of the disaster lineage but I just got very very especially sad about Dooku and Qui-Gon.

how did I not realise how late he left the Order??? I always thought it was idk, some time earlier than the Phantom Menace but this is just. they really went for the peak angst potential didn’t they

we now know what happened to Yaddle, but at what cost…

As always, fuck Sheev. look what he did. he took a bunch of perfectly good light-siders and fucked them up is what he did.

SNIPS AND SKYGUY ARE BACK Y’ALL IM SOBBING I MISSED THEM SO MUCH

I feel like Anakin really does Not know how to Handle Child at the time of that first training montage. he does his best to be a good teacher and train her the best he can but I definitely got scary chills watching him say “again” so many times in a progressively darker tone

I’m fine I’m just crying over how all that training, no matter Anakin’s downfalls, saved Ahsoka’s life in the end

Rex!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my first reaction to Rex mentioning Jesse was basically just “oh hey it’s my dude!!!” and then I realised that Anakin and Jesse both trained Ahsoka in ways that she then used to survive their attempts of trying to kill her and now I’m not okay

that handful of Obi-Wan scenes was a nice bonus

Caleb getting all excited about Ahsoka doing the droid training exercise he’s so precious-

The funeral.

no because the fact that Ahsoka would have been chased down and possibly killed by the Empire if they found out she was still alive but she went to Padmé’s funeral anyway to pay her respects because Padmé was so important to her-

“She was my friend” feelings. so many feelings. i cried here.

Rex sticking with Ahsoka until after the funeral makes me have a lot of emotions and a lot of thoughts; iirc we don’t actually know how long they were together after the Tribunal crash before they split ways

SO LUCASFILM IF YOU COULD JUST NOT TEAR MY HEART OUT FOR ONE KRIFFING SECOND THAT WOULD BE GREAT

*insert that one textpost that was like [me every second Bail Organa was on screen] ‘that’s Bail Organa’*

anyone else feel a little iffy about the whole “we have a duty thing” he was saying to Ahsoka? maybe I just wasn’t paying enough attention, but it felt a little to me like he meant she had to/was obligated to join the Rebellion. it doesn’t seem very in sync with Bail in general, but if someone has a different interpretation that makes more sense, please share with me.

the only other thing is I’m just confused and a little irritated about the section with the farmers and the Inquisitor. like, when in the timeline exactly did that whole encounter take place? and if they wanted to show a storyline like that, why didn’t they just animate some key moments from the Ahsoka novel? I feel like it sort of gives it more weight in a way to have Ahsoka’s big return to the good fight and the Rebellion set two years after the end of the war, and given how similar the setups are, I have to say I would have much rather had at least some scenes from the book in animation than a whole new separate thing that kind of replaces it.

me when the girl’s brother went to tattle to the Empire: every town’s got a Timm 😔

ngl I really thought she might be Kaeden at first but it wasn’t too bad I suppose.

especially since I will never, and I mean never, get sick of watching Ahsoka kick Inquisitor ass

all I want to do is wrap all my faves up in a blanket and hug them very tight yk

in conclusion: I am just screaming. so hard right now.

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Boba: You are literally. Twenty plus years older than me.

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Fans will be like ‘this is my comfort show’ and it’s the most depressing show ever

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My #1 post of 2022

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Din: WAIT IT’S MY SON

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cryinggameff · 6 years ago

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Seventy-Two

Randi

I spent hours tossing and turning that night, and I knew why. I had been apart from Cayden for 3 days now, and i was starting to lose my mind. I got up out of the bed and decided to try and take a shower, hoping it would relax me, then got back in bed. The baby started doing all kinds of flips and tricks and I instinctively reached over to get Cayden’s attention because he loved feeling the baby move, he said it was the only time he got to connect with the baby, I carried it around all day. I sighed. But of course my hand came up empty.

I knew I had made a mistake leaving the house, but I was feeling so many things towards him, it was hard to lay next to him. clearly he hadn't hurt me on purpose but i couldn't get past the betrayal, and honestly insecurities i felt. I thought i was giving Cayden something he didn't have, his first child, something no one could take away. Now i just felt stupid and i wasn't sure i could handle another woman having a child with my husband. What was I supposed to do if Cayden really had another son? Would I leave him over that? Something that happened before I even knew him. That sounded unfair. I threw off the blankets in frustration. Just then the doorbell went off downstairs. I paused. My stomach knotted, i was pretty sure i knew who it was. Only one person came by at such odd times. I got myself off the bed and put my robe on to answer the door.

Cayden stood with his hands in his pockets, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. I had talked to him on the phone a bit, he was checking on the baby, but i hadn't seen his face and had forgotten just how annoyingly attractive he was.

“What are you doing here? It’s 3 in the morning,” I pulled my robe closed. He stepped inside past me so i closed the door behind him. He looked down at me.

“Pack yo shit Randi. We going home,” he said simply, looking at me seriously. I looked at him like he had lost his mind.

“Do you think you’re my dad now?”

“No. I’m your husband, and I’m taking you and my kid home one way or another. This is ridiculous. I can’t sleep because I’m worried, I know you not sleeping either, which ain’t good for the baby. Your friends ain’t gonna take care of you the way I do, I know they not about to rub your feet or help you in the mornings,” he said. I hated that he was right. The only reason I was surviving this pregnancy was because of him. I still had really rough mornings and he made me smoothies or juice, something I could stomach since my morning sickness refused to go away even so late into the pregnancy, he ran my baths and often carried me to them. I was spoiled. Plus he gave amazing foot rubs, or on my lower back, which was beyond sore right now.

“You can't just ignore all your problems and act like things are ok Cayden, even if i come home the problem still exists," i pointed out.

“I’m not ignoring it. I’m gonna be a man and sort it out, either way, but I need you by my side. Because I’m...terrified Randi,” he confessed. "This shit is as shocking to me as it is to you, and i have no idea what the fuck to do. Im a grown as man but im scared." My face softened and my heart broke. Cayden so rarely showed vulnerability that it meant a lot when he did.

"well so am i," i mumbled, wanting to cry again. He saw that and cupped my cheek. I closed my eyes. When i opened them his face was hovering over mine. He brushed his lips over mine and my body turned to jello. He kissed me so i kissed him back. His hand moved into my hair and he got a fistfull of it, tilting my head back. He kissed behind my ear and down my neck, stopping just before the spot i loved to have kissed. He pulled away and looked me dead in the eyes, his were dangerous, unpredictable and warning of trouble. That was Cayden, but that was also me. He took my hand in mine and started for the stairs with me in tow.

I wasn't sure what this was gonna help when he was hovering over me, kissing me and positioning himself with my entrance. He hiked my leg up, and pushed into me. I whimpered, at a loss for words as he moved in and out of me with slow, purposeful strokes. I always thought pregnancy would make sex awkward but Cayden always knew what he was doing and so far it hadn't been an issue. He had me on my side now, thrusting his hips from behind me, a really comfortable position for my bump and my back as well. His mouth was by my ear and his hand gripped my hip. He was grunting in my ear which honestly set me off and i felt myself peaking as he did.

He rolled over onto his back and brought me into his side". You gon bring yo ass home now?" he asked in my ear. I nodded like a fool. After that how could i not. He chuckled, bringing his hand to my bump.

"He's been really active today," i said, looking down at his hand on my stretched skin.

"He gets that from me. Gonna be a ball player," he smirked.

"Im gonna have my hands full i already know. I just hope he looks like you,"

That's how he convinced me, and the next morning i found myself in my bed at home, with him laying beside me. I was awake and he was sleeping with his arms around me. I was looking over at him just thinking. We had talked after our little distraction and Cayden had apologized to me for the drama this had caused. He also made it clear he had reached out to Keisha and they would be going to get a DNA test today actually but the results didn't change how he felt about me and our baby. Now i was just trying to make peace with the possible outcomes.

"You okay?" Cay asked, eyes still closed.

"I thought you were sleeping. Yeah im ok. Are you ok?" I asked. He opened his eyes and nodded. He looked at the clock on the bedside table.

"I have to go soon," he said, looking over at me. He was going to the doctor with Keisha to give samples for the paternity test. I nodded. He got up and took his ring off to get in the shower. I wasn't sure if i was supposed to go with him or just stay out of it, i felt awkward because he hadn't asked me to go. He paused. "You coming?" he asked.

"Do you want me there?" I sat up.

"I always want you there," he said. So i got up and went to shower with him. I wasn't sure where we stood or what all i was gonna do, but for now i was gonna stay by his side.

Cayden

I was scared shitless. I didn't know what the fuck was going on and what this meant. One minute i was having a baby with Randi, and the next i might have a 5 year old son. When i had reached out to Keisha i asked her if the kid was mine and she said it was possible. I was beyond pissed. Why would she not tell me that i might have a kid? I would have wanted to know. I would have helped her out and handled my shit.

Even worse than the fear though was the guilt i felt for throwing all this on Randi. She was 7 months pregnant and more vulnerable now than ever, and i wasn't sure she could handle this. She was beyond upset and i was afraid she resented me now. I was the one who wanted the baby and made her all these promises about how our life would be, now this. Last night she had told me it would kill her if someone else had my first child, and i wasn't sure what to do with that. She came home with me anyways but i was pretty sure her staying was dependent on the results. I couldn't help but think about how we had just started moving into the new house, even started working on the nursery.

She sat beside me at the doctor's office, one hand in mine and the other on her belly. I was glad she had agreed to come with me because she kept me calm. Keisha and her son were sitting across from us, waiting as well. The whole thing felt like a twisted maury episode and i was beyond uncomfortable but it was more awkward for Randi. She wouldn't say a word to Keisha or even look in her direction. After a few minutes a nurse came and called our names. I kissed Randi's hand before letting it go. "I'll see you in a lil bit," i said.

"I'll be here," she said with a small smile.

I gave a bunch of samples like blood and saliva, they even look some hair. The nurse said we wouldn't find out for a week, they had to take everything to a lab then they'd call us. So another week of this not knowing.

I had to go talk to Pat so i dropped Randi off at home then drove to the warehouse. Driving up to it i suddenly got a wave of memories from long before i met Randi. When Trey was still alive and i was doing drops or working on corners. In a way life was easier then, i didn't have any responsibilities, i just had to focus on me and my job, not 100 other niggas and what they doing. But it was sldo harder, i saw a lot when i was doing drops or working on corners. I lost a lot of friends, got shot for the first time. I thought i'd be doing this shit forever, and i was ok with it until SHE came into my life.

"So this it? You really out man?" Pat said, passing me the blunt he had lit.

"Me and Sean madea deal, so its done," i shrugged. "Im just getting my shit in order now."

"So what you gon be doing?" He asked.

"Imma get more involved in my legit businesses, be on some CEO shit. Im working with these nerdy niggas on this app right now and shit is pretty cool, and we bout to make soe mad coin to top it off."

"On some legal shit huh. I see you cuh."

"If you ever get sick of this shit i got you man," i shrugged.

"I appreciate that. You a real one. Eh let me know when that kid get here, i wanna see you on some fatherly shit," he laughed. I chuckled.

"Bet," i said.

After seeing Pat i called Ty so see where he was at. I hadn't told him about everything going on even though that was my nigga, this just felt like something i had to figure out privately first. The dude knew me like a brother though and he guessed something was up i guess from the way i was talking.

"You and miss attitude fighting again?" he asked.

"Nah, not that. Just some shit going on," i said,making a turn at the light.

"Yall gon be aight, i know that for a fact. Can't neither one of yall live without the other," he said.

"I hope you right fam," i said. I pulled into the parking lot. I was stopping by the store to pick up flowers and ice cream for Randi. "let me go in this store real quick. Imma catch you later." I hung up and got out the car.

When i got home Randi wasn't downstairs so i went up to the room to look for her. She was sleeping in the bed but she got up when i opened the door.

"My bad," i said, "I didn't know you were sleeping."

"It's ok," she said sitting up.

"I got you these, and ice cream too. Its downstairs," i handed her the flowers.

"They're beautiful" she smelled them.

"You're beautiful," i said, she laughed. "No seriously." I grabbed her chin affectionately. "You still love me right?" She nodded.

"Im always gonna love you Cayden," she said, which gave me hope. "even if we aren't together." That last part was like a knife to the heart.

Cole

Ty had agreed to move in with me after some persuading and well thought out arguments. He realized it was easier for him to commute than me because he didn’t work on a set schedule. I had to be at practice or games at strict times.

We were moving all his boxes in to the apartment. My place was really nice and spacious. It was a big apartment downtown and a few guys from the team lived in the building. Ty was coming in with a box when Devon walked by, in his way to his place down the hall.

“Ah shit! Is this the boyfriend?” He hollered, stopping in the doorway. I chuckled when I saw him and his huge grin.

“Yes. This is him. Ty, this my homie Devon,” i introduced them briefly.

“Cole hasn’t shut up about you moving in man,” Devon said. Ty grinned, feeling himself. I rolled my eyes.

"I said it once," i said, opening a box that was on the floor.

"He's a clingy nigga," Tyga said, "But i like it."

"Whatever," i said, walking to the door to leave and get more stuff. I was the clingy person in our relationship though. Ty was a bit more withdrawn, but it worked.

Devon left after a while and it was just us again. I was opening a box when i started thinking about the fact that i never thought this would work with me and him.

"You know, we never would have gotten back together if you hadn't almost died," i pointed out. He paused for a long time, thinking back to that time. "Sorry, i didn't mean to make you think about all that,"i said quickly, realising.

"It's ok. I guess you right. It took a coma and almost dying for me to fully accept myself and my feelings for you. Guess my mama was right, i am hardheaded." We both laughed. After a few minutes i asked,

"Do you still think about it?" i asked. I meant getting shot.

"Sometimes, randomly. Not like actually getting shot but mostly about being knocked out for so long," He said, unwrapping something.

"What was it like?"

"I don't exactly remember. I just remember wanting to wake up, to get up, and i coudn't. That...was pretty scary. Sometimes i be having dreams about that, wanting to move but i can't," he said quietly. I stopped what i was doing to really look at him. Vulnerable Ty was so rare.

"That sounds scary," i said. "I have bad dreams sometimes to. That you didn't make it. But not so much anymore," i explained. He nodded. We continued packing and that was that. That little conversation was a lot for us though.

After some unpacking we ordered food and ate it like animals. We hadn't eaten since breakfast and it was 5pm now.

"So you staying here tonight?" i asked. I knew he had a lot of work to do because things were busy now. Cayden was getting out and Sean was taking over so people were in a bit of panic. He was helping Cayden sort things out.

"Nah. I gotta go back. Imma be here tomorrow though," he said. I nodded.

"Ok. I guess i can start putting some of your stuff away, if you don't mind," i offered.

"Awe, how sweet," he teased. I scowled.

"Put away your own shit then," i said, turning to leave. He grabbed my arm.

"Nah but forreal that would be lit, you know im bad at being organized and shit."

"Oh i know, ive slept at your place," i said. He gave me a mug and i howled. "Im playing," i pulled him closer by the arm to kiss him.

"I gotta get going soon," he said. I nodded.

"Do your thing. I have practice in a few hours anyways," i said. I wasn't really phased by his coming and going because i understood that was the job, and we generally weren't attached at the hip. I think it worked because we both had our own thing going. But not gonna lie it was nice to come home to someone at the end of the day and now we'd be doing that more.

"I'll see you tomorrow night," he said. He paused. "I love you," he said. I grinned.

"Bruh you soft," i said. His face dropped and i laughed. "I love you too," i kissed him one last time.

#chris brown #New Chapter #chris brown fanfic #chris brown ff #Jhene Aiko #jhene chilombo #jhene efuru #jhene aiko fanfic #jhene aiko ff #j cole #j cole fanfic

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starrysence · 7 years ago

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silent hurting | almer

warnings; mentions of abuse & suicide

“hey, jack!” elmer calls, swinging his bag over his shoulder as he jogs up to the older newsie, who’s finishing up a conversation with racetrack. “seen al around?”

he sees jack’s smile falter after race leaves, notably at the mention of albert’s name. he quickly decides he doesn’t like expression that crosses jack’s face.

when jack speaks, he looks at elmer directly, and his voice is soft, as if he’s afraid speaking too loudly will shatter elmer. “al’s been missin’ since this mornin’. tried askin’ the other boys, but they ain’t seen ‘im around either.”

elmer feels worry begin to plague him immediately, and he finds it strange. albert was just fine yesterday, joking around and teasing the other newsies like usual…

like usual.

he has to be okay… right? the more elmer thinks about it, the more he begins to realise that whenever there’s a group of newsies telling stories about the good old days with their folks, albert stays silent. elmer knows albert was one of the handful of newsies that grew up with folks, but he never talked about them as fondly as some of the others did.

“elmer?”

jack’s voice brings elmer out of his thoughts and back into reality, and he looks up at jack with eyes that are tearier than intended. “he- he’s fine… he’s gotta be fine… he’s okay. yeah. he’s alright…”

elmer realises he’s shaking, and his voice is trembling, and that his words are starting to sound like a desperate attempt to convince himself that albert is okay… because he has to be. right?

“woah, el, calm down,” jack says slowly, placing a hand on elmer’s shoulder. this makes elmer flinch, but he relaxes into the touch.

jack speaks again, somehow in a softer tone than before. “rush hour’s over for the day, so the streets is clearin’. some o’ the guys already told me they’re goin’ to look for al, an’ if you’re worryin’ this much, you should go look for 'im also. i’m stayin’ here with crutchie 'cause his leg ain’t doin’ so well today, but if we could we’d go out an’ look for 'im, too.”

elmer sniffs and nods, and he’s thankful that jack understands his expression enough to let his hand fall from elmer’s shoulder. he gives jack a little wave before turning to leave, and beginning to look for albert.

×××

albert looks down at the bustling traffic below him. he takes note of the sunset painting the sky in pinks, yellows, reds, and several other colours as he kicks his feet back and forth over the edge of the rooftop. the traffic will probably wind down a little bit around this hour, he knows, and it’ll pick up again at some later hour during the night.

should i jump?

he winces as the thought crosses his mind, and shakes his head quickly.

i’m too scared even for that.

he’s wondering how he’s managed to spend the whole day, up here on this rooftop of some random building on the other side of manhattan. he isn’t even entirely sure why he decided to run away from the lodging house.

maybe it was all the times the boys with folks they could remember got together to share stories, all while he thought of the way his folks treated him - like absolute garbage. he was a literal mistake.

he knows he doesn’t have a right to get bitter at the others for talking about their folks so lovingly and longingly - he hasn’t told anyone about the type of parents he lived with.

this jogs up more unpleasant memories of his family. beatings; being thrown out of the house even on stormy nights because they didn’t want him around; going for days without food because “there wasn’t enough for him”; and so many other things he hates thinking about.

the more he thinks about it, the more tempting the idea of jumping off the rooftop gets, and the more he has to convince himself not to do it. but then he thinks, why am i trying so hard not to do it? there’s no point in not doing it.

and again, more unclear reasoning against taking action. why is he so damn scared of jumping? what is he holding back for? who is he holding back for?

as these thoughts swim through albert’s head, he doesn’t realise that he’s started to cry. the tears roll slowly down his cheeks, flushed from the day’s heat, and quiet sobs escape his lips, sometimes accompanied by shaky breaths.

he tries to ease his mind; tries to think of good things. good memories…

•••

elmer was lying down, his head in albert’s lap as the older newsie played with his hair using one hand, while the free arm was draped lazily over elmer’s body.

“hey, al?” elmer asked, breaking the silence. his eyes trailed up to meet albert’s.

“yeah, eli?”

elmer giggled at the nickname that only albert would call him by, and albert grinned at the younger boy’s joy.

soon elmer’s giggles died down and the look on his face was one of worry and uncertainty, causing albert’s grin to fall. “elmer…?”

elmer sighed and sat up, surprising albert by taking both his hands and holding them with a rather firm grip.

“promise me… promise me we’s always gonna be together, no matter what happens.” elmer’s voice was quiet, and he looked at albert with such tenderness that albert began to feel fragile in elmer’s touch.

albert slipped one hand out of elmer’s hold to wrap his arm around the smaller boy and pull him close in an embrace, though one hand was still held tightly in elmer’s. “'course, el. i promise.”

elmer let his head rest on albert’s chest and allowed his eyes to flutter closed. in a tired mumble, he said, “you’s my best friend, albie… i don’t ever wanna lose ya.”

albert felt a soft smile cross his face as he slipped his other hand free of elmer’s grip and began playing with the younger newsie’s hair again, this time more soothingly to help him get to sleep.

“you’s my best friend too, eli. i promise, ya ain’t ever gon’ lose me.”

those were the last words either of them remembered hearing and saying before they both drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

×××

when elmer finds albert, he grows confused as to why his friend seems to be shivering. it’s the end of a scorching hot day at the end of june, and albert is shaking like he’s sitting outside on one of those december nights where the air is so harshly cold it feels as if it’s piercing one’s skin.

“so, i finally found ya,” elmer breathes.

albert whirls around to reveal that he’s crying, and by the look of it, he’s been crying for a while. his typically warm and playful brown eyes, glossed over with tears, are wide and pained as they meet elmer’s own.

elmer’s heart drops as he locks eyes with albert, and an overwhelming sadness fills him, perhaps from the fact that he’s never seen albert like this before. this is quite a change from the playful yet sensible newsboy that he’s so used to seeing.

“s-sorry… i meant 'ta tell someone that i was headin’ off for today, but no one else was awake, and i- i didn’t feel like waitin’ or wakin’ anyone up…” albert trails off.

it seems to elmer that albert has more that he wants to say - much more - but he chokes up, and fresh tears fall down his face, leaving more stains on his cheeks.

elmer shakes himself out of his frozen state of surprise and rushes to albert’s side, sitting down next to him and wrapping him up in a hug.

“al, i was worried sick sbout ya… we all was… why the hell have you been up here all day?”

“i just… i needed to cool off, eli…”

as albert relaxes into elmer’s touch and slips his arms around the smaller boy, elmer looks up in surprise. albert hasn’t used that nickname on him in years. he stays quiet, and after a moment of silence, albert continues speaking.

“last night, the guys was talkin’ 'bout their folks again, an’ i just had 'ta sit there an’ listen…”

“i was talkin’ 'bout mine, too, al…” elmer says, starting to feel guilty. he lets it show, evidently, because albert looks down at him and quickly speaks up again.

“no need 'ta feel bad, el. i ain’t mad. jus’ really thought a lot about all the things they’d said…” a dry chuckle escapes his lips. “wish i’d been able 'ta say things like those 'bout my folks, too.”

“albert, what…?” elmer trails off, not exactly sure how to end the question.

albert shrugs, although thinking of the truth he’s about to tell elmer still hurts him more than he could ever describe, even so many years.

“it’s just… my folks hurt me, el.” suddenly his voice is quiet, quivering. “they treated me real bad and hit me a lot. they yelled at me 'til they didn’t feel like yellin’ no more and sometimes they just got so sick of havin’ me around that they threw me out the damn house for the whole night.” and suddenly, more tears are falling. “they was always remindin’ me that i wasn’t s'posed to be born… that i’m nothin’ but a mistake…” his body seems to decide that that’s enough confessions for now, because his voice gets caught in a sob and he continues crying, burying his face in elmer’s hair.

elmer’s grip on albert tightens, and tears threaten to fall from his own eyes. “al, i’m so sorry… i’m so, so sorry…”

“it’s so pathetic, right?” another dry chuckle, cracked this time from the crying. “it’s been so long, an’ they’re gone now, and i should just be over it. but i’m not. it still hurts, eli. it hurts so bad… and i hate it so much, an’ it’s so hard to talk about. you an’ race are the only ones who know… an’ jack, too.”

“do not try to put the blame on yourself for this, albert.” elmer’s voice breaks. “it ain’t your fault, not one bit of it is your fault. you’s one o’ the best people i ever known and i’m so happy that you’re in my life. i’m so happy i get 'ta call ya my- my best friend.”

but i want more than that…

elmer dismisses the thought from his head as he holds the older boy in his arms, who is now crying so much he’s trembling.

“the worst- the worst part of it,” albert sobs, “is that they’s put it straight into my brain that i ain’t worth shit, and it’s stuck with me all these years. god, i’m so damn pathetic… i ain’t ever gonna make no one happy and nobody loves me, 'c-cause how can they? i’m such- i’m such a-”

“please, stop,” elmer whispers, just loud enough for albert to hear. so he listens to elmer, and he falls quiet, although his crying never ceases. “ya have no idea how much it’s hurtin’ me 'ta know that this is how ya think of yourself.”

“i’m s-sorry… i can’t help it,” albert replies quietly.

“you’s so much more than what your folks’ve made ya feel like,” elmer murmurs into his ear. “there’re so many people who love ya, al, an’ ya don’t even know it.”

he feels his best friend’s grip tighten around him, and he gasps softly at the new feeling of tears soaking into his clothing as albert buries his head in elmer’s shoulder. elmer rubs circles on his back without another word, and the actively setting sun casts a soft, multicolored glow over the two of them.

soon elmer is looking up at the moon, the gentle, white light rivaling that of the sun’s earlier. albert is silent now, though he isn’t asleep. elmer can tell because there are quiet, even breaths rather than the notably loud snores his friend emits when he sleeps. elmer chuckles at the thought, and it catches albert’s attention, for the taller boy lifts his head in curiosity at the sudden sound.

“what'cha laughin’ at?” albert mumbles, evidently tired gaze boring into elmer’s. elmer smiles and shakes his head.

“nothin’,” he responds dismissively. “just thinkin’.”

“about?”

“you!” elmer blurts. his face heats up immediately afterwards, and he scrambles away from albert to bury it in his hands. “that- that ain’t wh-what i meant,” he stammers.

for the first time all day - maybe even in days - elmer watches albert’s lips curl into a small smile.

“what’d ya mean, then?” albert laughs slightly. elmer still hears a bit of force and pain in that laugh, and he shifts back towards albert to take his hand, lacing their fingers together.

“this time it was only about how hilarious it is when ya snore in your sleep,” elmer snorts. albert groans and rolls his eyes.

“i already get enough shit for that from ra- wait.”

elmer watches his friend’s cheeks turn a rosy pink, and he decides it’s officially the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

“what did ya mean by 'this time?’” albert manages through his flustered state.

now it’s elmer’s turn to blush, although it just adds more colour to his already red cheeks.

“how often do ya think about me, elmer?” albert asks more steadily. this time his voice bears a lighthearted tone, and he even has the confidence to wink at elmer, sending the younger newsie into a blushing mess.

“i-i… uh…” that’s about all elmer can manage before a small squeak escapes his lips as he stares up at albert, unable to tear his eyes away from those warm, chocolate brown ones.

albert leans towards elmer until their faces are barely an inch apart, and he has a teasing smile on his face now. “well?”

elmer’s heart seems to decide it’s now or never, and all in the blink of an eye he grabs albert’s face and closes the small gap between them with a passionate kiss, pouring months and months of want into it. albert lets out a muffled noise of surprise, and for a moment, he sits still. unbeknownst to a now panicking elmer, it’s out of shock. the boy he’s loved for however long now - he can’t think about that; that same boy’s fucking kissing him right now - feels the same way.

albert regains his bearings and kisses elmer back right as elmer is about to pull away, stopping the smaller boy from doing so. his return of the gesture is full of the same passion; the same want; the same love, built up from months of silence and fear of saying anything.

his arms wrap around elmer’s waist and elmer’s fall around his neck, one hand running through his red hair and earning a soft sigh from him that gets lost in their kiss.

it seems to end sooner than they both like, but they’re both gasping for air, so they figure it must’ve gone on a pretty long time.

elmer is the first to speak.

“ya asked me how often i think of ya, right? well, what if i told ya you’re practically all i think about?” it’s his chance to wink, so he does, and god, does it make albert’s heart melt. it also makes albert’s face heat up, which he finds pretty embarrassing, but he doesn’t care in the moment. all he cares about is that he has elmer, and he knows that he’s always going to.

“that’d make me feel like the luckiest newsie alive,” albert responds, wrapping his arms around elmer and pulling him close for another embrace.

elmer smiles and rests his head on albert’s chest, giggling softly as he feels albert press a kiss to the top of his head. it isn’t long before he’s drifting off, deciding that he’ll just have to do some explaining when he goes back to the lodging house with albert tomorrow.

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the bet || part i/iii || fuckboi!peter parker x reader

oi, I don’t want to make this too long but.... IM BACK smh I’ve been so m.i.a. but that’s literally because I’ve been so busy and have bad writer’s block. Smh this probably ain’t even gon be good. But like I worked hard on it to have meaning and stuff and I rlly hope you guys enjoy it. I just want you guys to get straight to the story because you’ve waited so long for it and I’ve been teasing it sm smh. Just read it hope you enjoy muthertruckers😬

tags : @running-outta-time @i-just-wanna-run-hell @munalisax @themyscirahs @sammie-blogs @geeksareunique @violentlybarnes @geeksareunique

words : 11,197

warnings : fuckboi!peter parker, mild cussing, various mentions of sex, angst, ned needs a hug, peter needs a hug, you need a hug, everyone needs a hug

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part ii

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”I bet you your whole Goddamn rep that you couldn’t get weird ass mcgee over there to sleep with you; you know, take her v-card. Before. We. Graduate.”

The words spoken smugly by one of Peter’s multiple friends at the lunch table caught his attention as quick as you could say, “Spider,” The statement challenged him, making him smirk at the smug boy before looking over his shoulder, almost savagely, at the fifteen year old girl huddled in her own little corner of a table in the back, her face morphing as she read through numerous pages of the thick book she held in her hands.

Watching the scene, Peter laughed and shook his head before turning back the group at his table, them looking deeply invested as to what would happen next, he spoke lowly, “Watch me.”

Peter stood from his seat, eyeing the young girl in her plain, baggy shirt, flipping pages quickly as she read vigorously through the book.

Since the eighth grade, Peter found himself sick of being pushed and bullied around by the older, more popular kids. His only friend had been Ned Leeds, one of the smartest kids in Midtown High along with himself, of course.

His patience grew thinner and thinner with the kids who poked and prodded at him for being the smallest out of all the boys, even some girls. They mocked him for his round glasses, and the fact that he only ever had one friend. They teased him endlessly for his stutter and the way he’d get nervous so easily.

So, he decided to change all of it.

He began to work out, growing stronger as years went by; he’d shed his tiny form and instead grew into a lean, muscular type. He traded in his glasses for contacts, dropped Ned, and grew into one of the most attractive boys in Midtown by the tenth grade. Most girls threw themselves at him, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t taken some of them ever so often. The new found confidence allowed him to grow out of his stutter, and rather into a cocky young man whose mouth doesn’t shut when it needs to.

There were the few girls in Midtown who never bothered, the ones he was glad didn’t; truth be told, there were some scary chics at that school.

But you; you intrigued him. He remembered seeing you up in most classes when it would be time to present something. He remembered how you stuttered and averted your eyes from everyone. Your head was always down and lost in your studies. Your [adjective], E/C eyes would always go wide when someone would try and speak to you, which never really happened often. You were quiet and reserved, which is how you liked it.

Peter licked his lips as he walked towards your [adjective] frame, smirking to himself as he walked past the table to greet you from behind.

Head still stuck in your book, you didn’t notice the seventeen year old boy around the table until a hand laid itself on your back, making your body clench and your head shoot to the boy behind you with wide eyes.

“Woah, woah,” Peter placed a hand on your upper arm, “It’s just me. I just want to talk.”

You watched with still wide eyes as he slung a leg over the bench, straddling it as he faced you, he nodded his head over to your book, “So, how's that book? Any good?”

Your mouth opened and closed multiple times, not believing that the most attractive guy in school (who happens to be two years older) was sitting in front of you, you spewed, “I - I - I - uh - I - I don’t - know?”

Peter laughed at her nervousness as she stared at him in shock and suspicion. Her whole body felt numb as she stared at him, fearful of what could happen next, ‘Is someone gonna jump up and prank me or something? Oh God, this could be a prank! No, he’s laughing genuinely. Oh, but what if it’s because someone’s behind me, ready to shower me in rotten eggs or something!’

Your head moved behind you quickly to check if anything was there, then turned back to the brown haired boy, “What… what do you want?”

“What, can’t I make some new friends?” Peter exclaimed falsely before chuckling, “Yeah, even I don’t believe that.”

You rolled your eyes slightly before reaching for your book, only to have Peter’s large hand grab yours, “Hey, hey, hey,” he stopped you, “Seriously though, I came here to ask if maybe you wanted to go out sometime.”

You other hand went to point at you as your face morphed into one of disbelief, mouthing, “Me?”

“Yeah,” Peter went on, smirking to himself as he played you, knowing his friends were watching from afar, he leaned forward a bit, “You’re pretty cute, you know that?”

“I thought,” you gulped, voice small, “I thought you didn’t date. You just, you know…”

Peter laughed again, his eyes examining you as he felt himself succeeding in the first part of his little plan, “Yeah, well, I’m graduating, in what, three months? Yeah. You know, I think it’s time I try relationships.”

“But why me?”

“Why not you?”

You laughed in nervousness, averting your eyes from him now. He spoke again,

“I don’t know how you get home from school, but don’t do it today; we’re going to my place. I’m driving.”

Before you could object, Peter stood up and gave you a wink before walking back to his friends, tugging on his bomber jacket and running a hand through his fluffy, very touchable hair.

‘What. The Hell. Just. Happened.’

True to his word, Peter had been waiting for you outside of the school building, wearing his signature smirk as always.

You watched as he pushed himself off the wall and walked towards you; his hair had been slightly disheveled and he’d shed his bomber jacket, wearing only a black T-shirt that eccentuated his very, very, attractive arms, leading you to believe that he’d just come from Gym class.

Your body tensed as he slung his arm over your shoulder and spoke to you lowly, “Looks to me like you were a bit slow today,” his mouth had been close to your ear as smiled smugly, his soft, brown hair brushing across your cheekbone, “Are you nervous, Y/N?”

“No,” you said quietly, “I just don’t know if you’re gonna murder me or something; this is kind of weird.”

Your own eyes widened at your ridiculous words of concern, Peter laughing loudly as you blushed up and storm.

“I’m not going to murder you,” Peter came down from laughter, looking as genuine as he could possibly muster when he said, “I like you, Y/N, a lot, actually.”

Your hands dropped from your bag straps to your sides, believing the boy’s words, smiling lightly when you spoke softly to yourself, “No one’s ever liked me before.”

Peter felt his smile falter a bit at the words you spoke, feeling only a tinge of guilt creep through; only a tinge, though.

“Welp,” Peter clapped his hands, “Come on, let’s go. My aunt’s not home today, late shift. We got the whole place to ourselves.”

“Okay.”

You were oblivious to the suggestive tone in Peter’s voice, only following him to his car when he slung his arm over your shoulder once again.

“So, you live with your aunt?” You asked once you got into the passenger's seat.

“Yeah,” Peter paused before continuing stiffly, “My, uh, my parents were killed in a, uh, a plane crash.”

Your mouth shaped into an O, turning your head to face forward, hunching in defeat, ‘Why would you ask that, Y/N?’

“Well,” you tried to start up another conversation in the radio-less car, “I live with my mom. My parents are divorced and stuff, so, um,”

You looked over at Peter as he gave a distracted “Mhm,” staring at the road ahead of him until you stopped at a light.

“So, I’m just asking,” his head turned to look at you, “You’re a virgin, right?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, mind blazing over in immediate anger. Shaking your head, your voice wavered, “I knew it. I knew all you wanted to do was get in my pants, ‘cause that’s all you ever want to do! You’re an asshole-,”

“Woah, hey, calm down,” Peter grabbed your wrist to stop your exaggerated hand movements, beginning to drive with the other hand as the light turned green, “I’m not trying to get in your pants. I meant it when I said I like you and want to try this relationship thing. I just want to know the boundaries.”

Peter felt a boost in pride as he lied himself through the situation after having slipped up with the previous question.

Your shoulders slumped, “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘Oh’.”

You mumbled a sorry before keeping quiet the rest of the ride, internally scolding yourself for being so quick to assume things about him; which is something that probably happened a lot, and something you swore you’d never do to anybody, always having been judged as the weird, loner in everyone’s eyes.

“We’re here.”

You were brought back to reality when you heard Peter’s voice. He’d parked on a busy street beside an average apartment complex, ‘Huh, I would’ve thought he lived in a huge mansion or something,’ you shook your head at your thoughts, ‘You’ve been reading way too many cool, bad boy novels.’

After getting out the car, Peter led you to the front doors. The two of you made it to the elevator before Peter reached down and grasped your hand tightly, making you give him a questioning look, “You just look really beautiful, you know?” He paused, “And that doorman’s looking at you real funny.”

You blushed as red as a fire truck, not believing the words coming out of his mouth as something he’d say on the norm, “What’re you trying to do?”

“Be boyfriend like?” Peter tried, only to have you give him a deadpan look.

The elevator dinged, doors sliding open for the two of you to step in before they slid close again, leaving the two of you in privacy.

“Listen,” Peter started, “My friends don’t think I can be in a relationship. I don’t even think I can, but you’re the only girl who’s not throwing herself at me or who doesn’t want me at all. So, please, just give me a shot. At least ‘till you can get rid of me by graduation.”

“I will,” you smiled, “I’ll give you a shot, Peter.”

While you felt a huge burst of trust in him and that he wouldn’t cheat on you with his habits of sleeping around, Peter felt a huge burst of success as you believed his little sob story.

‘Got her trust.’

“You wanna go on a date tonight?”

Was the first thing Peter had said when he showed up at your locker the next day.

“I mean, I was just at your house yesterday and stuff,” you were shocked at his eagerness to go out with you, “No one usually wants to hang out that repetitively.”

Peter chuckled, “Yeah, well, I’m not exactly no one.”

You nodded and laughed to yourself, “Noted.”

You took the next few moments to stare into the boy’s doe eyes. It felt as though you could gaze into them forever and never get bored of the colour most people call plain and unoriginal; it was like the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen.

“So where are we going tonight?” You broke the silence, stepping back when you realized just how close the two of you were.

Peter thought for a moment before saying, “Just be pretty. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

With that, he left, leaving you with slight butterflies in your stomach. You smiled to yourself and thought, ‘He likes me.’

Getting home at 3:15 left you only 3 hours and 45 minutes to get ready for your date with Peter.

It was go time.

You spent about an hour and a half searching and searching through multiple outfits you could wear, wondering why in the Hell you had so many black leggings in your Goddamn drawers. You finally settled on a short sleeved, navy dress that went down to mid thigh with black flats.

After decided on your outfit, you decided that it had been so tiring that you needed a power nap. A fifteen minutes nap soon turned into a one hour and fifteen minutes nap.

By that point, you found that it had been 5:00 p.m. You had managed to take a shower and get your hair and makeup done in the record time of one hour and a half.

After changing and brushing your teeth, you collapsed onto your couch with 23 minutes to spare.

After only ten minutes, you heard the doorbell ring, shouting a “I’m coming!” before getting up and opening the door for whoever stood behind it, presumably Peter.

You were right; but, oh, did he look handsome. His normal fluffy hair had been gelled back neatly, and he wore a black dress shirt instead of the usual tight Tee. In his hand he had a single rose,

“I heard guys give girls flowers and stuff on the first date, so,”

He handed the rose to you, which you took gently and placed in quickly in the flower pot, that occupied other sorts of beautiful flowers, next to the door inside.

“So, now can you tell me where we’re going?” You asked once you stepped outside and began towards the car.

“Uh, yeah,” Peter opened the car door for you, “See, my aunt’s Italian,” he shut the door after you’d taken your seat, jogging over to the other side and opening the door, continuing to speak, “and, ever since I was young, she’d take me to this little Italian restaurant. We don’t go much now, but I figured it would make a good date scene. You’re okay with it?”

You smiled at the sentiment, “Yeah, it sounds great.”

Peter gave a tight lipped smile, “Cool.”

You both drove in a comfortable silence for a few moments before it was broken by Peter, asking, “So, have you ever had any past boyfriends?”

You squinted, “What kind of question is that to ask?”

“Well,” the car stopped at the light, the roads hadn’t been all that busy that night, “I just assumed since you agreed on a date with me, but girlfriends?”

“No!” You exclaimed, calming when you said the next words, “No, I just… you just shouldn’t ask someone that on the first date. It’s not necessarily the best topic, you know.”

Peter began driving once more, “So what, did you have a bad breakup or something?”

“No,” you mumbled, “I’ve never had a boyfriend.” ‘Hence my shock when you asked me out.’

Peter gave a ‘Hmph’ before pulling the car into a small parking lot next to a small looking, yet cute, restaurant, “This is it.”

You stared at the place while Peter looked for a parking spot, admiring the small candle lit place. The few windows it had had couples sitting by them, smiling and chatting happily. Numerous flower pots surrounded the tiny building, some even hanging from the entrance.

Once he’d parked, the two of you got out of the car. Peter reached to grab your hand as you walked, sending an warm, fuzzy feeling through your body.

“This is really something.” You looked over at Peter as you said that.

He smiled to himself, “Yeah.”

Once the two of you entered the restaurant, you watched as Peter interacted with the staff he knew oh so well. They greeted him with hugs and “Where have you been?”s. You watched as his smile broadened as it all happened; it was… heartwarming.

Soon enough, one of the waiters lead the two of you to a table, leaving soon after to tend to another one.

You spoke up, “It must be cool,” Peter’s attention shot to you, “I mean, to have what you have with the people here.”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down, genuinely intrigued with your statement, ‘Most people wouldn’t think that. I guess you like the little things, huh?’, “Yeah, it is cool.”

As you both say in silence for a few moments, your eyes scanned the inside of the building, admiring the unique oil paintings that hung from the walls. The lights were laced with intricate designs, hung lowly from the ceiling, and lit dimly as many candles were sprawled out on each table. Single followers occupied them as well, ranging from roses to daisies.

Peter’s voice broke through your trance with the interior when he asked, “So your parents are divorced?”

“Oh,” you shook your head in nonchalance, “Yeah, it happened a long time ago. It’s really nothing. Everything’s cool between them.”

“That’s good,” he replied, “What about siblings?”

“Don’t have any. Hey,” you leant forward on your elbows, giving him a challenging yet playful look, “You seem to want to know an awful lot about me, you know, after the first drive together; what about you?”

“What about me?”

“I mean,” you slumped back in your chair, “I know that you get all the girls, and that you have a whole ton of friends, and you’re cool and all that, but I don’t know anything beyond that; and I don’t think your friends do too, huh?”

Peter only stared at you in what looked like resentment, but what was really shock at your observation.

You smiled knowingly, “So, I’m not wrong?”

Peter quickly brushed off your comment, replying with, “Let’s just order something.”

You mouthed “Okay” before bringing your head down to look at the menu, which had assortments of food that looked and sounded to be delicious.

A few more moments passed in silence until you heard Peter speak up again, raising your head up to face him, “I like science.”

He doesn’t know what appalled him to say that; a part of his old self, he guesses. The fact that someone, other than his aunt May, is wanting to get to know him, the real him, made him feel something he never thought he’d feel. You wanted to know the little, scrawny kid he used to be; and you seemed to like it by your reaction.

You bite your lip as you fought a smile, “You know, I just so happen to like science too.”

“Cool.” His smile was tight lipped.

‘Who said it was gonna be easy?’

“Peter, come on, don’t deny that Harry Potter is better than Star Wars. You just can’t!” You exclaimed as you walked beside the doe eyed boy.

Two weeks had passed since the date; since you’ve gotten to know Peter more than he wished for you to know him, and visa versa. Yeah, you were sneaky like that, despite all everyone could say is how nervous you get with people.

It had been a week, however, since Peter had stolen your first kiss. You had had another date just a week ago, where he took you to a fair going on for the school. He’d planted one of the most sweetest, gently kisses on you that, truthfully, shocked him more than you. The majority of the time, everything was rough with him. However, he found himself feeling the need to treat you as he saw you; sweet and delicate.

“No,” Peter stopped walked to face you, using gestures when he said, “Y/N, you’re delusional!”

“Says the boy who considered following the trend of bleaching their hair white.”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed as his eyes widened, “How did you-,”

You put your hands on your hips, “Don’t think I didn’t see your gaze linger on that bypasser’s Goddamn yellow hair.”

“Observant. Noted.”

You smiled in accomplishment before Peter reached for your hand once more, grasping tightly for a reason he could not fathom,

“You suck.”

“You swallow.”

Peter’s head shot to you at your sudden words, making you blush and clear your throat, speaking sheepishly, “Sorry, force of habit.”

Peter eyebrow raised this time, making your eyes widen at the unclear explanation, “No! Not like that! I just mean-,”

Peter laughed, cutting you off, “I know what you mean, don’t worry.”

“Phew.” You somewhat leaned on Peter’s side as you resumed walking, only to be stopped by a loud shout from behind you,

“Hey, yo, Parker!”

“Shit.” Peter uttered under his breath, looking over at your concerned face.

The two of you turned to find a pack of his friends walking over to you, bumping into each other as they laughed and shouted with deep voices, cockiness the only thing evident on their facial expression.

“Hey, Parker,” Mark, the friend who’d bet Peter two weeks ago, looked you up and down as though he was eyeing his prey, “How’re you doing this fine afternoon.”

“Fine,” Peter said stiffly, releasing his hand from yours and crossing it over his chest, “What are you doing here? This isn’t really your scene.”

“Thought we’d find a new one, you know, keep it,” Mark smiled maniacally and winked at you, “fresh. Catch the best things here, dontcha?”

“So, you’re dating now, huh,” another one of Peter’s friends, Calvin, spoke up, “Thought you only took virginities.”

“Yeah, well you thought wrong,” Peter said through his teeth as he gestured towards you with his eyes, unbeknownst to you, “Now, leave. You’re ruining this shot I got.”

“Hold on just a second,” Mark raised his hands in defence, “I’m sure the guys would like to get to know your little girlfriend. Check her out, you know?”

‘Oh, I know perfectly well.’ Peter thought to himself.

As the boys started questioning you while they smiled maliciously and knowingly, Mark leant over to Peter, speaking lowly,

“Everything’s going pretty well for you, huh,” He leant closer to the boy’s ear as he stayed stiff, eyes staring forward, “Let’s up the ante; v-card, one month before graduation. 200 bucks; my old man’s loaded. Unless you’re too chicken. It’s just your reputation, nothing else really.”

Peter’s face stayed hard, feeling some guilt creep up on him as he watched your nervous face interact with his friends.

Only some guilt, though.

He gulped, face still straight, “Deal.”

“Perfect.”

Peter continued to watch your face as it morphed into different expressions. Your hair flew with the wind, the sun reflecting your eyes perfectly; the very ones he stared into when you’d gotten him to crack on the first date.

‘It’s a bet. Don’t be stupid.’

“Peter!” You squealed, “Put me down, now!”

Peter laughed and threw you onto his couch, playfully pouncing on you,

“Now,” he cracked his knuckles and smirked, “Since you couldn’t take that, let’s see how you take this.”

His hands moved down quickly as he began to tickle you all over your stomach, making you burst into laughter and gasp for air,

“Stop! I give in! I give in,” Peter stopped his movements as he continued to straddle you, leaning over as his body shook of laughter, you said remorsefully, “I hate you.”

“The door’s that way.”

You rolled your eyes at his antics. You smiled in admiration when he ran his hand through his soft, brown hair, falling in love with the fact that all he wore at home were shirts with stupid, little science puns, and sweaters that had “Midtown High School”,“Harvard”, and various more things imprinted on them.

Slowly, but surely, you noticed Peter leaning over to you, eyes slightly hooded as he stared at you lips, “I don’t think my aunt’s going to be home any time soon.”

You stared at his lips, muttering a distracted “Cool.” Before connecting eyes with him, leaning in closer and closer, until your lips grazed his and-,

“Peter!” You heard a shout as the front door bursted open, “Sorry I’m so late, hun, I got caught up at work.”

You heard footsteps coming your way, making you both completely move apart from each other. You saw his aunt May turn the corner, not facing the two of you just yet,

“Good news, though, I brought home a pi-,” she turned and saw you sitting on the other side of the couch, smiling sheepishly as you gave a tiny wave, making her finish with, “-zza.”

You gulped, biting your lip in nervousness, “Hi, Mrs. Parker. I’m - I’m Y/N.”

You waited for her say something, anything, just about losing hope when she stayed silent for the next while before she grinned broadly at the both of you, “It’s just May, Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

You only grinned back at the kind woman, happy that she didn’t think you were one of the girls Peter only fooled around with; presuming she knew about what Peter did before with other girls.

It wasn’t until after dinner with his aunt that Peter lead you to his room to be alone.

He let you in first, shutting the door behind him; after May had specifically told him not to do so. You looked around the fairly large room. Lamps and various lights were scattered everywhere, a bunk bed accommodated the left corner of the room, and desk sat beside the door with an arrangement of school supplies and textbooks.

“May really liked you,” Peter flopped down onto his bed, resting his hands behind his head as he sat semi upright, “Seriously, she wasn’t just being nice.”

During dinner, you and his aunt May had ceased to stop talking. The two of you bonded after the initial, kind of, awkward meeting. The woman loved you; yearning to know every detail about the “very beautiful girl Peter had decided to bring home,”.

You sat by Peter’s feet on his bed, “Well, I’m glad. She’s,” you smiled and laughed lightly, “quite a character.”

The young aunt didn’t cease to remind you that you were the first girl Peter’s brought home to meet her, and that she was secretly planning a wedding at the back of her mind after she’d seen you and how you treated her nephew, practically son.

“I mean, I guess that’s why you guys get along. You’ve got that in common,” Peter smirked as he looked at your challenging yet playful expression at his words, “I thought all you did was stutter and blush up until our little rendezvous at the restaurant.”

“Well, you did break the ice with the whole virgin question, so really, there was nothing to lose,” you smirked back at him, subconsciously leaning closer to him as he did too, “and I thought you took Spanish classes, Señor.”

Peter shrugged, face getting even closer to yours as his hands moved away from the back of his head to his sides, “Guess I’m a man of many tongues.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Your comment was supposed to come off as sarcastic, however ended up sounding somewhat dirty to the likes of Peter, who’d heard it all by that point.

Peter’s eyebrows raised, his eyes flashing down and back up your body, flicking his tongue over his bottom lip, “I could show you.”

At the words your body numbed, suddenly feeling hesitant and unsure of what to do next. Fluidly, Peter moved forward and grabbed your higher waist close to your breasts, pulling your body into his lap as if you weighed absolutely nothing. Your legs rested on one side of him, dangling over the edge of the bed as he sat near it. Your body stayed stiff as he brought up his, significantly, larger hand to brush away a loose strand of hair from your face.

Your breathing had turned into shaky breaths as his nose gently nudged yours. You felt his breath on your lips as you eventually made shy eye contact with him, hesitation and nervousness evident in your features. He spoke softly, “Relax.”

He brought his lips forward to land on yours softly, enticing a nervous squeak from you. His lips barely melded into yours as the kiss stayed feather soft, sending off light noises throughout the room. When your lips parted, Peter found himself murmuring words that made him recoil in the inside for a reason he couldn’t fathom then, “Trust me.”

Your lips reconnected with his after you gave him a curt nod, still unsure of what was to happen next. This time around, your lips melded with his roughly, your kissing lower than amateur compared to him. Without breaking the kiss, one of his hands moved to grab onto your leg, moving it over to his other side so you could straddle him. While the hand stayed gripping your thigh, the other moved to cup the back of your neck, pulling you even closer into the intimate make out.

You, on the other hand, were very unsure of where to place your hands. They roamed his chest for a while before you settled on awkwardly grabbing onto his shoulders. You stifled a whimper against his lips when you felt him tighten his hold on you, the sound only encouraging him further. Both hands moved to your lower back, slowly sliding down until they reached the hem of your leggings. His thumbs hooked over them, folding them over once before your arms moved behind you to still his hands as you pulled away from the kiss.

“Peter,” you said quickly, gulping before you continued, “I don’t want… to do anything, right now. I’m just… I’m not ready, at least not yet. I mean, we’ve only been together for a month.”

Peter, who had come so close to closing the bet he had only one more month for with his friends, had attempted to cover the disappointment he felt when he realized he had to wait longer, “Yeah, it’s fine.”

You looked at him with despair and guilt, “I’m sorry.”

“Really, no, it’s fine,” he shook his head before chuckling humorlessly, “It would be great if you got off me, though. I’m not really in the best… condition, right now.”

Your eyes widened once you felt what he was trying to notify you of. You jumped off, biting your lip as you walked backwards to give him space. You watched as he grabbed it pillow to set over his lap, staring awkwardly at whatever was in the corner ahead before saying, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You flashed a nervous smile as you blushed like a mad men, “Yep, you too.”

Quickly, you ducked your head and grabbed your back from beside the desk, rushing out of his door to leave him with a very awkward situation to take care of.

“Peter,”

“Hmm,”

“Peterrr,”

“Hmm,”

“Pst, Peter!”

“What! What do you want? Jeez,”

“Your attention,” you said smartly to the sleeping boy on the Parker couch, “I wanted to tell you something.”

Peter wiped his eyes, looking over at the digital clock to see it was 12:54 a.m., looking over at the TV after to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire playing through the dragon battle scene.

“You fell asleep when they met Cedric for the first time,” Peter turned to look at you as you smiled cheekily, “You have a really cute snore. It’s like a kitten, really.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Haha,” he shook his head, “Now, what’s so important that you had to wake me up from my kitten snores?”

Your face suddenly turned nervous, biting your bottom lip before you spoke up, “Peter, I trust you.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows as he smiled confused, grabbing your hand to put into his, “Yeah, and I trust you too.”

“No,” you shook your head, desperate to find a way to tell him what you meant without having to explicitly say it, “I trust you. I know it’s been only, like, ten days since I said I wasn’t ready, and only almost two months since we’ve been together, but I trust you... a lot. I really want to be with you.”

Peter, who’d been taken by surprise, struggled to find his voice until he cleared his throat and spoke hoarsely, “What… why do you trust me so much if it’s only been two months? I mean, it was only ten days ago, what made you change your mind?”

You paused, then you looked into Peter’s eyes as you smiled, “You used to go after so many girls just for hookups, for something so meaningless,” you moved closer to him, grabbing his hands in yours, you chuckled, “But you gave relationships a shot; and you did that with me. You made your first relationship with me, and it’s not so bad either. You’ve really made me happier and less scared to be with someone. I trust you, Peter.”

Peter stared at you incredulously, “Damn.”

You looked shyly down at your touching hands before looking back up at him, eyes filled with love despite the nervousness.

For a moment, looking at the innocence that was you, Peter had come close to reconsidering the whole bet.

Come close.

He leaned over to cup your face, stroking your cheek as he smiled, “Thank you.”

‘God, I’m sorry.’

You woke up in a haze, your vision blurry as your eyes fluttered open to meet an unfamiliar green-ish wall. You slept on your stomach as your hands rested underneath head, a few strands of hair had fallen over your face. You attempted to move, but felt a heavy weight over your lower back, your body aching underneath it when you moved. Carefully, you turned your head to see Peter’s face close to yours. His eyes were closed and his mouth was parted as he continued to let out little even breaths as he slept. You smiled to yourself when recollection of the night before had come rushing back.

You continued to stare at Peter’s face with love and appreciation, not waking him up even though his arm was getting significantly heavier to your tired body as time went by. What seemed like forty, but was only ten, minutes that had gone by, Peter’s eyes began to squint open as they were so close to the line of sun that had come through the curtain.

His eyebrows furrowed as he smiled, pulling his arm off of you when he turned over from his side to his back, putting his hand over his eyes to block the oncoming sun, “Hey.”

You moved your body to lay on your side facing him, your hand going underneath the pillow when you said back lightly, “Hey.”

Peter chuckled looked at your huddled up figure, turning to his bedside table as he smiled and shook his head at you, “Last night was…,”

“Great.”

Peter’s hand grabbed his phone before his attention turned back to your face. Your smile was relaxed and made him realize just how uneasy he really was.

Peter let out a small sigh when he saw your eyes close once again, still awake, he knew that, but calm. His thumbs slip across his phone, unlocking it, only for you to hear him quickly type a text and send it.

“[Nickname],” Peter spoke softly to you, “I’m going to the washroom, you need anything while I’m up?”

You opened your eyes when you felt his weight shift off the bed. You watched as he pulled sweatpants on over his boxers, saying with a soft smile, “I’m fine.”

Peter smiled back at you before disappearing out the bedroom door.

You sighed to yourself, a grin making its way to your face as you stared at the ceiling. However, your thoughts of gratitude for the amazing boy were soon interrupted by the chiming of his phone. One ring turned into a billion as his phone began to blow up with texts.

Your expression soon turned into one of annoyance at Peter’s friends who, apparently, have thumbs as fast as that one guy in the news, Pietro Maximoff.

You reluctantly rolled out of bed, grabbing Peter’s shirt from the floor and putting it on quickly, not even bothering to untuck any hair in your vigorous attempt to get his friends to shut up.

You took a step to his bedside table, ‘How the Hell did he reach this shit from the bed? Fucking monkey ass arms… nice arms. Yeah. Nice arms.’

Grabbing the phone, you went to turn off the ringer, but you were stopped when your eyes had flashed over what looked to be your name. You had never been one to snoop, never. But the fact that his friends, you were guessing they were either Calvin and Mark, or of the same nature, were talking about you, didn’t seem like it would be good talk.

Curiosity got the best of you.

You bit your lip hard as you swiped open his phone, cursing as a password popped up. It was a word. ‘Think, think, think!’

You tried all sorts of different passwords before you realized it could lock you out at any time, making your choices much more limited. Giving up, you rolled your eyes and scoffed at yourself, ‘Oh, let’s try my name… as if.’

However, to your bafflement, when you typed in your name, the phone had unlocked itself, leaving you with an open group chat with five other guys; including Mark and Calvin, as you suspected.

You scrolled all the way up to where Peter had first texted,

Peter : Five weeks before grad. I think your old man owes me 200 Mark

Your eyebrows knitted at the text, ‘What’s five weeks before graduation? Why does Mark owe Pete $200?’

You continued to read on,

Calvin : No way you actually did it?

Flash : Damn good job u little asshole

Josh : i thought he would pussy out.

Wyatt : Did look like he was gettin soft

Your eyes zoomed over the texts, fearing Peter walking in on you on his phone without his knowledge.

‘Couples shouldn’t have to hide anything though.’

Even though you had been rushing to not incriminate yourself, your whole body froze when you read the last text,

Mark : goddamn parker, how you gonna tell that oblivious piece of shit y/n about our little bet? i can see her face now… good job pete. i underestimated you

“Hey, Y/N, you want breakfast now? I don’t know about you but I’m getting pretty hung-,” Peter’s figure appeared through the doorframe, his face twisting in a mix of anger and urgency, “What are you doing on my phone, Y/N?”

You stayed in place, eyes still reading over the last text Mark had sent before his other friends had continued boasting him on the chat. Your mind had managed to connect all the dots. It, however, left you fearing the truth and hoping it was all just one big misunderstanding.

“Y/N,” his voice became angry as he stayed in place, “What are you doing on my phon-,”

“What bet did you need to tell me about?” Your head shot up to look at his face, eyes filled with the desperate need of both the truth and to be lied to for your own sake, “Why can they imagine my face now? Why did they underestimate you; what did you do that was such a good job done?”

Your eyes filled with tears as you watched his face go from angered to guilt and regret.

Tears began to slowly spill from your eyes as your lips quivered and your voice shook, you said in a whisper, “Tell me it’s not true, Peter. Please, tell me it’s not true.”

You began shaking your head in denial as Peter edged closer to you, looking you in the eye, “Y/N… just - just listen. I just need you to listen.”

You shook your head more violently this time, “No.”

Peter came closer when he saw your body shaking as you cried and began to hyperventilate some, “Just calm down, please, [Nickname]. I don’t want you to hurt yoursel-,”

“Why, so you could be the one to just hurt me some more?” You looked at Peter in betrayal, tears still streaming down your face, “Isn’t that what you want? You… you.. asshole!”

Peter’s face morphed into one of shock at the sudden name. He shook it off quickly though, going to wrap his arms around you to get you to calm down, only to feel himself being pushed away roughly by your hands,

“Don’t you dare touch me.”

Your crying hadn’t ceased until you began to furiously wipe away your tears with your hands, trying to stop crying, but getting nowhere.

Peter’s voice cracked when he said weakly, “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

You gave a humourless laugh before realizing you had only his shirt on. The pressure of the situation became more pressing as stood in front of him almost bare, really remembering that you had given your virginity to a man you loved, but, as it turns, didn’t love you back.

Your hand rose to your face again, resting on your forehead. You hiccuped, “Where are my clothes?”

“Y/N, please, listen to m-,”

“Where are my clothes, Peter,” It wasn’t a question rather than a plead, “Just… where are my clothes.”

He simply found himself pointing at the dresser next to you in hopelessness, mumbling, “Top drawer.”

You moved quickly to the dresser and yanked it open, revealing your clothes. You quickly put them on over the underwear you already had on underneath his shirt, not even caring that he would see you naked when you changed your shirt, ‘It doesn’t even matter anymore.’

You pocketed your phone, which had been next to his on the table, and didn’t bother looking at him when you walked past his figure and into the living room.

Peter cursed frustratingly to himself, running out of the room to catch up with you. His hand caught your wrist and pulled up around to face him, “God,” his voice raised at you, not knowing how to handle the situation in any other way than to get somewhat aggressive as he would with his friends, “Just listen to me, Y/N! Stop doin-,”

“No, you listen,” you tore your wrist out of his hold, speaking slowly when you said you next words, “You are a coward, Peter Parker,” your voice became a whisper, “A. Coward.”

You turned away suddenly and moved across the rest of the living room to the front door, bending down to put on your shoes. Peter, who had followed you, stood and looked down at you in despair.

“Y/N,” his voice softened as he looked down at your hunched form attempting to tie your shoelaces, “I really do love you. It was a bet at first but… I fell in love with you.”

“And I couldn’t give a shit, Peter.”

His face morphed into one of shock at your cold tone and words. He watched as your face stayed stone hard with streaks of dried up tears and ones that threatened to spill over your face once more.

“What?”

You stood up sneering at him, “I don’t care whether you fell in love with me or you didn’t, Parker,” you walked closer to him and gave a bitter laugh, “You know, I really hope it was worth it. I hope that the others see you as this God ‘cause it would’ve been all for nothing, but just know, Peter Benjamin Parker, that to me you are nothing - nothing - but a self absorbed,” your index finger poked his chest with each name you called him next, “attention seeking, manipulative fucking lying fucking pussy. You will never - ever - be anything more than that.”

You turned away from his wide eyed face filled with tears, brimming on the edge of escaping with a trembling body, and grabbing into the door handle and turning it, only to scoff and say pitily over your shoulder, “You know, I knew from the beginning that it had been some sort of play when you asked me out. You even told me you wanted to prove something to those guys; but you still went after whatever prize you could get from my - out of everything - virginity,” you let out a choked laugh filled with nothing but tears, “You are an ass for that, Parker, but I’m a damned fool for thinking that I could change you.”

You left without another word.

Peter stared after at the door after it had slammed closed. Tears managed to make their way down his cheeks part way through your speech and his breath was now laboured.

“God,” he sobbed, “God, fuck!”

His hand punched the wall beside him as his tears ran faster and his crying grew louder.

“I’m sorry,” his back hit the walls and he began to slide down with his hand over his face wet with tears, “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’m so, so sorry.”

It was the next day when you walked into to school that only made matters worse. As predicted, Peter’s friends had run around gloating about how ‘their boy’ was practically a God at the school, being able to get anyone he pleases.

You spent that day earning sniggers from the populars and pitiful stares from the opposite. The numerous girls that Peter had taken, himself, took any opportunity to send murderous glares your way. So much talk had spread that even the likes of Michelle Jones, one of the most unimpressed and tough girls at Midtown who could never fall for the antics of Peter the God, had softened her usual hard stare when looking at you. What had shocked you even more had been when she approached you in the girls washroom during third period, not bearing supportive words,

“You’re an idiot.”

You eyebrows furrowed as you stared at her leaning against one of the out of order stalls through the mirror in front of you. Closing the tap, you turned and responded, making sure of what she had just seriously said, “Sorry?”

She nodded, shrugging her arms and allowing her crossed arms fall to her sides, “You’re an idiot.”

You opened your mouth to respond before you closed it again without a word, ‘You know what? I don’t need this right now.’ You shook your head and attempted to move past Michelle in haste, only to have her grab your arm and pull you back with strength you had no idea her body possessed,

“Listen.”

She didn’t continued after that, making you nudge your head towards her with your eyebrows raised high.

Her eyes turned steely, “I said listen. Are you listening? Yes or no?”

“Yes,” your eyes widened at her passive aggressiveness before uttering under your breath, “Jeez.”

“I heard that. Anyway,” she paused, “You’re an idiot-,”

“Yes, you’ve said that countless times!” You rolled your eyes and tried to yank your arm out of her grasp, only to have her hold on tighter.

“Listen. To me,” her face came only a few inches apart from your with each word, pulling you closer to her, “Don’t. Speak.”

You huffed as she started again, “I know I’ve said it countless times, but you are an idiot. And before you roll your eyes and try to escape my killer grip, which you won’t, by the way, I’m going to tell you something,” Michelle brought you closer once more, staring at you intensely, “That Parker kid is possibly one of the biggest man whores I have ever laid my eyes on, but let me tell you that I can read everything that comes off all of these emotional, horny, pubescent teenagers in this entire school. But that’s regardless of the fact that Penis Parker hasn’t made a single noise or sex joke all school day, and I would know, I’m in every single one of his classes. Now, I don’t believe in love, it doesn’t make sense, and I don’t like things that don’t make sense, so obviously you did something that’s really bothering him or else he wouldn’t be acting this way.”

Michelle suddenly pushed you away and let go of your arm. She began walked backwards towards the exit of the washroom, continuing to speak as she did so, “I know you. I know you don’t get bullied or pushed around, no matter how small or nerdy you are, because you’re good with your words. Parker didn’t walk into school all high and mighty, but more like a pussy,” you flinched at the word, making Michelle smirk as she immediately knew what that meant, “I’m all for defending yourself; I’m a black woman in a small minded world; but there’s a point. This guy, he’s an ass, but he’s not exactly all that slick, you could’ve figured it out ‘cause of how smart you are.”

She pushed open the door to leave, but spoke for the last time before leaving, “You’re an idiot because you let him play you even though, I know you know, that he slipped up at some point and you had the feeling something was wrong, huh? You broke him down without giving him the warning he unintentionally gave you; you knew he cared about you after some point too, or else, trust me, he would’ve given up a month back. You hurt him for the sake of your own rep, or because of how Goddamn lonely you are and your hate for it. You found someone and you couldn’t let them go, and now that they want to leave, and you knew, so you gotta hurt them the only way you know how. I’m not a mind reader, but I really don’t think I’m wrong; I’m never wrong.”

You’re whole body had frozen at her words, tears gathering slightly in your eyes when you realized the truth to them. You gave a teary smile, clicking your tongue before you said, “Thanks.”

Michelle shook her head, both hands pushing the door open, “Don’t think I care about you. I’ve just been waiting to be all philosophical for a while now.”

You gave a choked laugh through the few tears that had managed to slip, “Okay, Michelle.”

She slipped through the door, shouting, “And go back to class without looking like a raccoon.”

At that, you spun around to face the mirror, finding clumps of black beginning to form underneath your eyes as a result of crying with mascara on.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” You began attempting to clean your eyes, ending up with no mascara at all after realizing the only way to actually clean it was to drench your whole eye.

You huffed as you looked at yourself for the final time in the washroom mirror before you turned on your heel when you finalized that you looked presentable enough.

As you walked out of the washroom and through the hallways, carrying the unnecessarily huge pass the school had students use when they left class for a moment, Michelle’s words had found their way back to you, “You broke him down without giving him the warning he unintentionally gave you; you knew he cared about you after some point too. You hurt him for the sake of your own rep.”

Those words didn’t cease to follow you back to class, nor did you forget them when you went back home to wallow, and even the next day at school.

That day at school, however, was just as different as the day before.

You had been walking, or more so jogging due to being late to class, through the halls when you hit a somebody, only for the two of you to fall to the ground. You looked up to apologize, only to be faced with a round faced boy with big dark eyes uttering apologies under his breath as he scattered around attempting to collect his stuff. The boy looked to be in hurry, his eyes widening when your hand had suddenly wrapped around his wrist. You gave him a soft look before saying sweetly, “Hey, calm down. Is everything okay?”

“No,” he shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing as he lightly shoved your hand away from him and went back to trying to pick up all his loose papers, “No, they’re gonna start again. I can’t - they - no-,”

Your eyebrows furrowed, opening your mouth to question him, only to be cut off by voices coming from the direction he’s bumped into her from,

“Oh, Neddy-Boy,” you recognized the voice as Mark, Peter’s friend who had made the bet in the first place, and you were right seeing as he showed up around the hall with his goons, face lighting up maniacally when he saw the two of you together, “Oh, this is so perfect. So, very perfect.”

Ned looked up at you, both of you still kneeling on the ground, eyes wide when he whispered, “You should go. This guys aren’t going to let off.”

You looked at him, grimacing, “Yeah, I know.”

Determined, you stood to face the group still walking towards you both. Your nostrils flared as you huffed, saying through your teeth, “Go away, Mark.”

“Go away?” Mark sneered, stopping only centimetres in front of you and leaning closer to your face as he spoke lowly, “Baby, you wouldn’t have had a bone to pick with us if you had just said that to Parker two months ago, now would you?”

Your mouth opened then closed, not trusting your voice as all anger towards Peter and them had come rushing back, Michelle’s words meaning nothing then.

Finally, you found your voice, “Shut up.”

“Awe,” your eyes only moved to watch as Calvin moved around you and Mark towards Ned’s cowering form, Mark still staring directly at you, “That’s cute.”

You heard the rest let out a chuckle. Calvin’s foot had begun kicking around some of Ned’s scattered papers, kicking him once in the process when he said, “Come on, Neddy, get up fatass. Come on!”

At that, you turned away from Mark and went to pull at Calvin’s arm to pull him away from hurting Ned anymore, “Get away from him.”

“Oh,” Mark pulled you away from them, yanking you roughly in the process, “You don’t want to do that, babe.”

“Yeah,” Wyatt spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke roughly, “You think that just because Parker made you mad, that you can pick something with us?”

Josh spoke up, looking you up and down before he said lowly, “You would really, really regret that, Y/N.”

You glared as you tugged against Mark’s grip, only to have him hold on tighter. You shook your head, “Regret, my ass.”

Mark’s nostrils flared as he got angrier, bringing you closer when he literally spat, “You better watch your mou-,”

The boy had been cut off by your fist jamming hard into his unsuspecting face. His hand had moved to clutch into his nose, freeing you. You turned to see Calvin shell shocked as the others went to Mark’s aid, and Ned’s eyes wide in adoration. You moved quickly to Ned, dragging him up by the arm, and saying urgently, “Come on, let’s go!”

You only made it down the hall when you heard Mark’s voice shouting, “Get them, you Goddamn fucking idiots! Go!”

His shouting had attracted attention; student had Come piling out of their classrooms to see what had been going on. Laughing had soon begun to erupt when they’d seen to two of you running away from a bloody nosed Mark, all knowing what could’ve most likely happened.

Passing through the last hall, you saw, the one and only, Peter Parker. His face looked confused to see the two of you, uttering a confused, “Ned?” Teachers hadn't been able to weave through the students on time to get the two of you, but had tamed the four boys and sent them to the office. Their record at the school and outside already hinting them on to what could’ve possibly occurred.

Once the two of you had made it out of school grounds, you stopped to catch your breath, hunching over in the process, “Damn, I need to exercise more… just kidding, I don’t run.”

Ned gave a breathless laugh at the end comment, hunching over just the same. He spoke in between laboured breaths, “Why did you do that back there?”

“They’re assholes,” you looked around you, recognizing the open field just outside your school filled with trees, collapsing on the ground and leaning back against one, the sun burning, but the wind a cool breeze, “They always do that to you?”

“Not all the time,” Ned mimicked your actions and sat next to you, looking up at the blue sky, “They’re usually with Peter, and I guess he stops them or something. I don’t know…”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Peter?”

“Yeah,” Ned smiled and huffed a laugh, “We used to be really close; best friends.”

“Well,” you turned your head and looked at the smart boy, “What happened?”

“Bullies happened,” Ned sighed then turned his head to look at you as well, “He wanted to be cool, and I supported him and stuff, but I didn’t know that would mean getting rid of me.”

You shook your head and let out a bitter laugh, turning back to look at the sky, “So he was an asshole from day one.”

“He’s not an ass,” Ned remorsefully, “He’s just hurt.”

You shook your head and turned back to him, “It still doesn’t give him the right to just dump you like that. You were there for him.”

You watched as Ned looked down at his interlaced hands, feeling sympathy for the shy boy. His best friend had left him because of his social status, and all he gets in return is worse bullying.

After few moments of silence, Ned spoke up again through the chirping of birds and faint sound of cars on the road a bit farther away from them, “Peter… It doesn’t matter that he dumped me for them; he had it worse and he got sick of it. It sucked. But he’s still a good guy, I know it.”

“No, Ned, you don’t,” Ned’s face morphed to one of sudden shock at your blunt words, “He’s nothing but an asshole. He’s changed into such a bad guy, Ned, and he’s not going to change back to the best friend he was to you any time soon.”

You watched as Ned looked back down at his hands, muttering, “You don’t know that.”

You shook your head, attempting to get through the boy’s head when you said with a strained voice, “Ned, the things he’s done to me… the way he tricked me. I just… I thought he was more than the popular, cool guy everyone sees him to be.”

Ned looked up at you, eyes slightly filled with tears when he said semi-desperately, “Yeah, and was a he a stupid science nerd? Does he still have those shirts with the science puns, and the glasses he stopped wearing for contacts?”

You stared at him in disbelief, only for him to continue, “Does he still love his aunt May as much as before? Does he still have that Lego Death Star in his room?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Lego Death Star?”

“Yeah, that’s mine, I really just want it back. But that’s besides the point,” Ned shook his head, “Y/N, if you saw any of that in the past two months, my best friend is still in there somewhere; my best friend.”

You voice wavered, “Ned, all he wanted was my virginity for a bet. He said he loved me-,”

“And if he’s still my best friend, he meant it; the old Peter means it when he says that kind of stuff,” Ned’s voice has been hopeful as he stood up from his seated spot and looked down at you, “He’s still there.”

You mimicked his actions and stood up to face him properly, shrugging your arms in a sense of giving up, “Then why did he still want the money, and the reputation? If he really cared and loved me like he said he did. I trusted him that early into our relationship because of who he used to be and the person I knew then, but it was all a lie, Ned. He’s not the old Peter-,”

“People screw up, Y/N,” Ned spoke softly, “Haven’t you ever screwed up?”

The only thoughts that had come to mind were still few of the many words that had been spoke by the eve so observant Michelle, “You’re an idiot because you let him play you even though, I know you know, that he slipped up at some point and you had the feeling something was wrong, huh? You broke him down without giving him the warning he unintentionally gave you; you knew he cared about you after some point too, or else, trust me, he would’ve given up a month back.”

“Yeah,” you bit your lip, “I have.”

“Why do you even want to talk to me,” Peter shook his head, “After everything I did to you.”

Four days after your encounter with Peter’s former best friend, you found yourself knocking on his apartment door at 8:26 p.m. on Saturday night. The talks with both Ned and Michelle had knocked more sense into you, more than you thought they would, a few days after.

“Uh,” Your form seemed, and felt, small surrounded by the door frame, “I don’t really want to, there’s just… I’ve just been thinking about what happened, and… there’s just this whole thing with Michelle and Ned, and now I don’t know how to feel about what happened between us. I just need to know what to feel by the end of this, ‘cause I’m so confused, Peter.”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, his hand clutching on tighter to his door knob in nervousness, “What… What are you confused about?”

“I just,” you paused, “I said some nasty things the other day that I shouldn’t have said. Michelle kinda made me realize what was wrong with me, and I guess I’m sorry for the things I said.”

Peter shook his head, “You shouldn’t be the one that’s sorr-,”

“It doesn’t matter, that was already hard enough for me to say as it is, don’t repeat it,” you cut him off before sighing in defeat, “I just wanna know why you did it, Peter.”

Peter looked down and shook his head, giving you a strained smile as he huffed a laugh, much like the way Ned had done on Tuesday, “I just wanted to prove something stupid to my friends.”

You nodded, muttering, “Okay,” before beginning to turn away from the boy and leave, forgetting Ned’s words about the old Peter still being in there and just being thankful you had apologized to avoid guilt. You had a feeling Michelle would forever haunt you if you hadn’t said anything regarding that.

You couldn’t leave, however, because you felt a hand wrap around your arm and yank you back lightly. A pale looking Peter looked you deep in the eyes when he said tearfully, “I don’t want to lose you. I did really fall in love with you; I wouldn’t be saying it if I didn’t mean it, trust me, I hate all that sappy stuff… I’m glad I took the bet.”

You shook your head in disbelief at the boy, old emotions resurfacing as you began to lose your sense of rationality once more, tearing as you said, “Then why did you still want the money? Why did you bring up sleeping with me before your grad? Why was the first thing you did after our first time together was texting your friends that you slept with the stupid, fifteen year old girl? Why did you do all that if you love me?”

“I don’t…,” Peter licked his lips in uneasiness as a tear slipped, “Reputation? I just… It’s the way things are!”

“The way things are?” You shook your head and moved closer to the older boy, “No, Peter, it’s not the way things are. Normal people, who do things the normal way, the way things are, don’t dump their best friends, or try to hurt a girl so bad as to make them fall in love and leave after they’ve taken what they wanted. That is not the way things are.”

“I don’t want to go back to the way things were!” Peter shouted at you suddenly, tears beginning to slowly flow, his hands and arms moving all over the place to express his anger and frustration with each word, “I don’t want to get shoved into lockers again! I don’t want to be poked and prodded at, and I don’t want to be scared again!”

“That doesn’t mean you have to hurt people,” tears of your own had begun to fall, “Peter, you can dress the way you do outside; in your leather jackets and jeans. You can gel your hair, and you can hang out with whoever you want. Just please; don’t hurt people. Don’t hurt me, and please don’t hurt Ned anymore.”

You took a shaky breath before whispering, “And I really am sorry that I hurt you. I just hadn’t been lonely for once in a long time.”

Peter’s doe eyes looked down at you in sadness and adoration, “I’m sorry.”

You nodded, “I know, Pete, I know.”

You both only stared at each other for a few moments before you heard a voice come from the hall,

“Y/N,” May smiled at you once she reached the door, “Hey, sweetheart, how’re you?”

You, who had managed to wipe away your tears before May could see as did Peter, gave her a smile back when replying, “I’m great, May.”

“That’s good,” May’s eyes shifted between the two of you suspiciously before speaking up, “You know, I just wanted to go make some dinner, but now I think I’m more into what’s going on here. Anything I should know?”

“Nope,” you laughed lightly before moving forward and giving Peter a knowing smile as your arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders to pull him into a hug as you still faced May, his arms wrapping around you as well, “I was just telling Peter about how he has to give that Lego Death Star back to Ned.”

You both watched as May’s eyes went wide at the name, “Ned? As in Ned Leeds?”

“Yeah.” Peter replied softly as he buried his face into your neck shamelessly, his soft brown curls tickling you slightly in the process.

“But I thought that…,” May paused then smiled at you disbelievingly, shaking her head in happiness, “You know what? Never mind.”

The young aunt snaked past the two of you and into the apartment, still smiling to herself the whole time as she watched your hugging forms.

“I’m not joking, though,” you muttered into Peter’s neck, “Ned really wants that thing back.”

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