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slythergirlimagines · 4 years

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Don’t Call Me Princess Part 1- Zuko x Reader

Summary: Reader and Zuko can’t stand each other, so when they are forced to share a room, chaos ensues. Lots of angst and fluff! (GIF Not mine!! Please someone tag me in some Zuko gifs I’m struggling to find them) masterlist

Words: 2,470 Requested: Yes. I combined the requests for enemies to lovers and bedsharing

Don’t Call Me Princess- Part 1

You were exhausted. The past three days had been hell for you. The Gaang had gone to try and free a village from Fire Nation occupation, but it hadn’t gone half as smoothly as you’d planned. You’d been kidnapped halfway through, but luckily you were rescued before any harm came to you. It was who rescued you that was the problem.

Ever since he had switched sides and joined forces with Aang, Prince Zuko had been a thorn in your side. He was moody, antagonistic, and you were always fighting with him. He was so infuriating and always trying to get a rise out of you. Zuko had been the one to save you, and he hadn’t let you forget it.

“You know if you wanted my attention Princess, you didn’t have to go and get yourself kidnapped. Coulda just said so.” He had smirked when he’d found you. You would’ve decked him if you could’ve, but of course he made sure to mess with you when you were tied up.

“Get me out of here Zuko.” You’d demanded.

“I don’t know... I kinda like where you are.” You hated how the look he gave you made your stomach flip. Obviously it was your body trying to vomit.

“Get. Me. Out.” You had gritted your teeth.

“Sure thing princess.”

“Don’t. Call. Me. PRINCESS!” You had shrieked.

Zuko had called you princess from the moment he joined the team. He was always degrading you like that, and it made you want to throttle him.

You and Zuko managed to get out safely, and the Gaang freed the village. What should have been a victory for you was tainted by Zuko, who hadn’t shut up about saving you since it happened.

Currently, you were discussing where to go from there. None of you particularly wanted to camp after this experience. It was Katara who brought up the idea of taking a break. Toph had managed to scam you guys some money, and you had just enough to afford to stay somewhere and relax for a few days.

“Like a vacation?” Sokka asks excitedly, Toph nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, I think it could do us all some good.” Katara says, fingers combing through her thick dark hair.

Everyone sits digesting this idea for a while.

“So where do we go?” Aang asks. It surprises you that Aang actually wants to take a few days off. In the beginning he had acted his age, but the longer you all had spent on the road, the more dedicated to the cause Aang had become.

“We’re close enough to Hépíng.” Zuko says. “It’s a city of peace and relaxation. Maybe princess can avoid trouble there.”

“Shut up Zuko!” You snap before you can control yourself. You know this is what he wants, but you can’t help it when he goads you like that.

“I get it ok? You saved me. What do you want from me?” You cry.

“How about some gratitude?” He snapped back. “I’m always having to save your ass from something, and all you do is sit around and pout.”

“What?!” You demand. White hot rage flows through you. If you were a firebender you knew you’d be on fire.

“Just last week the Sea Monster knocked you off the boat, and I had to go get you. Then a few weeks before that, you were being nice to that man who tried to take you. Had to get you out of that one. And then there was that time-“ Zuko counts on his fingers.

“Enough!” You cut him off. He’s made you so mad that you’re shaking. “Newsflash Zuko, I didn’t need your help any of those times! I had them all handled. It’s not my fault you decide to prematurely step in!” You screech.

“Didn’t need my help?!” He says back. His amber eyes flash defiantly, and he balls his hands into fists. “Princess, please tell me what you would have done if I hadn’t stepped in any of those times!”

“What do you want an essay detailing my plans? I would have thought of something, you just never give me the chance!” You seethe.

“Right. Ok, sure.” Zuko says.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You’re heaving now. Your fingers itch to slap him, maybe strangle him. You think that would feel really cathartic.

“You want to know what I mean? You really want to know?” He snaps.

So far everyone else has remained silent. They had learned early on to just let you and Zuko fight it out. If your fights were deadly against each other, you were even worse when you teamed up against one of them. Now they look uncomfortable, eyes darting between you two.

“Guy, maybe you shouldn’t....” Aang starts.

“No, let him say it Aang! I want to hear it.” You cross your arms and jut out your chin in defiance.

“Guys really...”

“Stay out of this Aang!” You both snap at the same time.

Zuko whips his head angrily back at you, locks of raven hair falling into his eyes.

“You know what I really think? I think you’re the most incapable person here!” Zuko snaps. “You’re always making stupid decisions that jeopardize not only yourself, but every one else on this team!”

His words hurt a lot more than they should. You and Zuko had fought every day, but never before had he said something so cruel to you. Angry tears well up in your eyes.

“You know what? Fine, maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m incapable and incompetent, but at least I’ve never intentionally done anything to harm this team. At least my nation isn’t destroying everything it touches, and oh yeah, at least my father isn’t behind it all!”

You’ve never said something so cruel either. You almost regret saying it, when you see hurt flash on Zuko’s face. Your eyes linger on his scar, the brutal reminder of his monster of a father. Zuko’s face falls, but then it solidifies into an even angrier expression. He opens his mouth to say something even worse, before Aang cuts him off.

“ENOUGH!” He yells. “All you guys do is fight and I’ve had it! You guys are so unnecessarily mean to each other it’s ridiculous! We’re a team. We only work when we’re supporting each other. What is wrong with you two?!”

Aang’s face is red and his chest is heaving. You’ve only ever seen him so torn up once. You clench your jaw and look away as you blink back the tears.

“We’re taking a much needed break, ok? Can’t you guys just be civil for a few days. Please?” Aang pleads.

Neither you nor Zuko says anything, and the silence hangs heavy for several moments. It feels like another challenge to see who folds first. Finally, you decide to be the mature one since Zuko clearly won’t

“Fine.” You say. “I’ll be civil. As long as he says the hell away from me!” You stand up and stomp off to the furthest corner of Appa’s saddle.

“Couldn’t agree more.” You hear him snark back.

You hear Aang heave a long sigh, and Katara mutter something to him. Slowly, they resume a conversation about travel plans while you sit and mope.

Zuko somehow always knew your biggest insecurities, and knew exactly how to strike at them. You had always felt like a burden to the team. You weren’t a bender, and truthfully you weren’t a skilled fighter either. You didn’t really know why they kept you around, and it haunted you enough without Zuko reminding you every five seconds.

Subtly, you turn your head and watch the team interact. Even Zuko had rejoined the conversation. They were fine without you, you noted sadly. Maybe Zuko was right.

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Hépíng is a gorgeous city. It lives up to its reputation of peace. The city is flooded with tourists, and it makes it easier for you all to blend in. Zuko is vaguely familiar with this place, and leads you to the strip of land where all of the Inns are.

Sokka and you are the least recognizable of the group, so you briefly play rock, paper, scissors to determine who has to go book your rooms. You know Sokka always picks rock, so you go with paper. Sokka grumbles all the way into the Inn.

It takes him what feels like hours to come back out. He looks grim, and you feel your heart drop. You had just gotten excited about having a break from Zuko, you didn’t want to have to jump right back into saving the world.

“Ok so here’s the thing.” Sokka says, “I got us rooms, but there can only be two people in a room. So we’re going to have to split up.”

“Ok so what?” You ask, shrugging. You didn’t get why this was such a big deal.

“Because one of us is going to be unfortunate enough to share a room with you.” Zuko says, rolling his eyes. “Princess.” He narrows his amber eyes and smirks.

“That’s it!”

You’re about to start throwing punches when Sokka ends it.

“You know what?” He says. “I’ve made up my mind. Aang and I will share, and Katara and Toph will share. You two” he says pointing between you and Zuko, “are going to work out your problems. Now is the perfect time to do it.”

You can feel the color draining from your face.

“What?” Zuko asks at the same time you give an emphatic “No!”

“Does anyone object to that arrangement?” Sokka asks.

You and Zuko both raise your hands, but nobody else does.

“Come on guys it’ll be good for you.” Katara says. “You all have never gotten to properly bond, and the fighting has got to stop.”

“This is absolutely ridiculous!” You say, stamping your foot.

“You think you got the bad deal, Princess?” Zuko huffs. “If you’re so miserable go sleep on Appa.”

“Shut the fu-“

“Alright!” Sokka says, slapping his hands over Aang’s ears. “Let’s go find our rooms.”

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The inn is nice and cozy inside, with a warm fire in the fire place. You used to love fire before you associated it with Zuko. Of course he had to ruin that for you.

Sokka leads you past the tavern, and into a back hallway with five rooms. Katara and Toph take the first one. You manage to get a peek of the inside, a spacious room with two beds and what appeared to be a chair and tables. The room next to their is occupied, so Sokka leads you and Zuko to the end of the hall.

“Our room is across from yours.” Sokka says, handing Zuko the key to your room. “Please don’t get us kicked out of here. We all need this.”

“This was your brilliant idea, chief.” You snark at him, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “Any casualties are on you.”

Zuko snatches the key and nods his agreement.

“You’ve brought this on yourself, buddy.” Zuko says.

Sokka slumps against the door frame as Aang throws open the door to their room.

“Sokka look! These beds are great for jumping!” Aang says, using his bending to propel himself higher.

Sokka’s face falls even further.

“Gotta go.” He says, and slams the door behind him.

You and Zuko are left standing in the hallway in tense silence.

“Well? Aren’t you going to let us in?” You huff.

Zuko rolls his eyes but unlocks the door. You purposely knock into his shoulder as you enter the room, causing him to stumble. You smile vindictively to yourself as you walk inside until you notice something’s wrong.

“Um Zuko?” You say slowly. “Now is the only time I’ll tolerate you calling me dense. Am I hallucinating?” You say taking in the room.

Zuko stiffens beside you as he also examines the room.

“I really, really wish I could say yes.” He says.

There’s a notable difference between your room and the others’ rooms. Where they had two beds, you only have one large bed.

It takes a moment for either one of you to say something. Your horror is reflected on Zuko’s face as you turn to look at each other.

“Sokka!” You yell, going over to pound on his door.

“Sokka open up right now or Zuko is going to fry your ass!” You yell.

“I’ll do it, Sokka.” Zuko threatens. It sounds more dangerous coming out of his mouth than yours.

A bleary-eyed Sokka pushes open the door.

“What are you guys-“ but before he can finish his sentence, you and Zuko are hauling him to your room to show him the offending bed.

“Oh.” He says when he sees the bed. “They didn’t tell me that.”

“You and Aang have to switch us!” You beg. “We can’t do it Sokka. You’re asking way too much.”

“Yeah what kind of vacation is this?” Zuko demands. “Just let us switch rooms, we’ll get over sharing if we have our own beds.”

“Yeah! You won’t hear a peep out of us the rest of the week.” You add on.

Sokka shakes his head.

“Nuh uh. No way. You’re just going to have to deal with it. Share it, sleep on the floor, I don’t really care. I don’t want to hear from either of you for the rest of the day.” He says. He turns to leave and then stops.

“How about we make a deal?” Sokka says turning completely back around.

“Anything!” You beg.

“Sokka please man.” Zuko says.

A huge grin splits Sokka’s face nearly in two. You don’t like the expression on his face one bit.

“Aang and I will switch you rooms, if you can go the first three days without fighting.” You open your mouth to protest, before Sokka shushes you. “Not one fight. You’re going to spend three days together. You are going to work out your issues, and then, if you manage to do that, Aang and I will switch for the remainder of our vacation. Can you do that?”

You make eye contact with Zuko, and try to read his expression. Sokka is asking for a lot. Three whole days of dealing with Zuko just to have four days of your own bed. Zuko’s eyes narrow at the challenge, and you find yourself mirroring him,

“Deal.”

A/N: Welcome to my new series;) I hope you all enjoy it. I think I got everyone who asked on my taglist, but if I missed you please let me know!

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movedcoffee · 7 years

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Losing A Friend (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Best Friend Series Masterlist

Author Note: As requested here is part 2 of Best Friends... let me know what you guys think!

“(Y/n) how’s my best friend?”

(Y/n) let out a slight sigh turning towards Steve. Her eyes narrowing slightly at the question. Deep down she knew what he was going to say. He’s done this for a month now.. So why would this time be any different? Yet there was that stupid hope that she seemed to choke on every time. The one that caused the wounds to go so much deeper. The ones that left her heart hammering in hopes that this time would be different. “I’m good... Why what’s up?” She asked cautiously.

Steve leaned against the locker besides her with that anxious smile. Her stomach dropped realizing that this wasn’t any different. “So I totally forgot that I promised Nancy I’d-”

(Y/n)’s locker slammed shut making Steve jump. She shook her head swallowing down the bile that rose in her throat. She clutched her books tightly to her chest making her knuckles white. Her whole body felt like it was burning as anger and sadness swirled beneath her skin. “It’s fine Steve,” She grumbled.

Steve frowned slightly. His eyes studying her face for a moment. For the first time in weeks he truly looked at her. Her eyes were blazing with mixed emotions and she seemed to be clenching her jaw. She was tense and refused to meet his gaze. “Are you sure? I could-”

“So now you care?” She snapped startling Steve. Her eyes were narrowed and Steve watched in horror as her eyes began to swell with tears. She ran a hand through her hair scowling slightly. “For the first time in a month your actually caring?”

“(Y/n) that’s not-”

“Not true?!” (Y/n) laughed bitterly shaking her head. “Are you that fucking love struck Harrington? We haven’t hung out in forever!” (Y/n)’s vision was blurring and burned with unshed tears. Her chest tightening painfully as she struggled to keep back sobs. “Ever since Nancy came around you’ve all but forgotten me. My recital that I worked so hard for. You blew me off. That movie you promised not to watch without me. You took her for your date.” (Y/n) felt this hollow all of a sudden. Her heart practically aching as she remembered these things.

Steve felt anger bubbling beneath his skin. “Look (Y/n)! I’m sorry, but you know I really like her!” He snapped catching the girl off guard. “So will you stop being so selfish?!” Deep down Steve knew that he was being a jerk again. That his defensive walls were pulling up and that (Y/n) was completely right.

(Y/n) tried not to cry, but those damn tears started falling. She scowled at Steve as her whole body burned. Everything seemed to be burning within her as She snapped, “So that’s it huh? Eight years of friendship down the drain?” Steve was silent causing another wave of tears to drip down (Y/n)’s cheeks. Today was no different, except for the fact that (Y/n) couldn’t take it anymore. “Thanks Harrington. It’s nice to know that now. Just stay away from me.”

(Y/n) shoved past him trying to dodge through the crowd of blurring colors. She felt sick to her stomach, and for a moment she thought she might hurl. She wiped the tears away furiously searching for a exit out of this damn school, when she ran right into someone. She went sprawling on the floor and her books scattered in every direction. She huffed and wiped at her eyes sniffling slightly. “Sorry I just-”

“It’s alright I wasn’t paying attention either,” They said before crouching down. It was a boy about her age and a camera was dangling from his neck. He had a few of her books in his hands and his eyes met hers. He frowned slightly. “Are you alright?’

(Y/n)’s face flushed with embarrassment as she quickly wiped the remaining tears away. “Y-Yea...” She quickly took the books from him and gathered the rest and stood up. The boy stood up as well and held out his hand seeming hesitant.

“i’m Jonathan by the way.”

(Y/n) was confused slightly as she began to relax. She put the thought away though and instead shook his hand smiling just slightly. “It’s Nice to meet you Jonathan I’m (Y/n).”

Jonathan smiled and let go of her hand. “Well (Y/n) maybe I’ll see you around,” He said nervously. He turned away and made his way down the hallway leaving (Y/n) alone once more.

It was a horrible though. (Y/n) knew so, but she couldn’t help it. Perhaps Jonathan could be her friend considering her best friend was practically gone. In fact, he could probably help her forget. Forget Steve and perhaps she could be happy again. Yeah that sounded like a plan.

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greatpretending · 6 years

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This City Never Sleeps (When It’s All Too Much)

Word Count: 2787

Pairing: Eventual Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Hella angst and fluff.

Summary: Part Five of This City Never Sleeps. Suddenly, you had to know.

Note: I feel very nervous about this one so please let me know what you think.

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Fall came and went, and before you knew it the semester was over, the city was covered in twinkling lights, and Christmas music played inside every public building. The concrete jungle was blanketed in soft, white snow, and you knew it was only a matter of time until it turned into dirty, gray slush.

After the events at the Homecoming dance, Tony had gifted Peter’s suit back to him, and you took a step back, allowing Peter the space he needed to find new balance in his life with this responsibility. You offered your friendly support, making repairs to the suit as needed, and letting him pop into your bedroom via the terrace when he needed a break from his superhero duties, a snack, or--on more than one occasion--to pee.

Sometimes he swung right back out the door, and other times he stayed for a while, just talking with you or asking you to read to him from whatever book was in your hands as you relaxed into your pillows.

That’s where you were now, but there was no book, no Peter, and you were not relaxed.

You stared blankly at the wall in your dark bedroom, seeing nothing in front of you and everything in the even darker corners of your mind. Drawers in your memories that you’d kept so carefully locked up were ripped open, flooding your consciousness with images you had tucked away so meticulously.

A red light. A black dress with a single white stripe around the skirt. Pink and purple clouds. Your favorite song. His voice. Warm eyes meeting yours in the rear-view mirror.

A green light. A silver SUV. Squealing tires. Crunching metal. Shattering glass. Screaming. Frightened eyes meeting yours in the rear-view mirror.

Pain.

A small box encased in purple velvet lay open on your bedspread, its contents strewn across the comforter.

A necktie. A photograph. A keychain. A pair of earrings. A one-dollar coin and a two-dollar bill. A birthday card.

“Breathe,” a voice said into your ear. You knew it was PURDUE but you couldn’t help but imagine that it was his voice. The voice you could still hear singing along to your favorite song.

You forced yourself to take a shaky breath as the tears spilled over.

A green light. Pain.

A silver SUV. Pain.

Your breath caught in your throat and you knew there was no escaping the depth of the downward spiral your thoughts were twisting into.

Squealing tires. Pain.

Crunching metal. Pain.

Three knocks. What?

Shattering glass. Pain.

Screaming. Pain.

Two knocks. Your bedroom wall.

One knock. Peter.

A couple taps to your watch and the lock clicked open. The handle turned and Peter stepped in from the terrace. The door shut behind him and out of the corner of your eye you saw him pull his mask off, a few flakes of snow fluttering down and melting before they hit the carpet. Normally you would greet him, but the spiral had already started to pull you back down.

A green light. Pain.

“Man, you wouldn’t believe how stupid people can be when they-- Hey, what’s wrong?”

A silver SUV. Pain.

You couldn’t even respond to Peter’s worried question. Your eyes were glued to the photograph. It was upside down at this angle, but that didn’t matter. You had every detail memorized.

Crunching metal. Pain.

You felt Peter kneel next to you by the bed more than you saw it. He pulled his gloves off, fingertips pushing hair back from your face and wiping your tear-stained cheeks. The comforting touch brought a new wave of sobs wracking through your chest and catching in your throat.

Shattering glass. Pain.

Peter sat next to you on the bed, pulling you into him. You went willingly, letting yourself be held.

Screaming. Pain.

Frightened eyes.

Agony.

You cried into his spandex-clad chest for what felt like hours. He held you tightly, stroking your hair, and rubbing your arms until your weeping subsided. When you finally quieted down, Peter shot a web across the room, grabbing your water bottle off your desk and pulling it toward him. He handed it to you and you drank from it gratefully, then tucked your head back into his shoulder as he set the now-empty bottle on your nightstand.

“You never talk about it. Them,” he said quietly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

It took several moments for you to respond, but Peter was patient.

“I don’t-- how-- where would I…” you trailed off, unable to complete a sentence and a little frustrated with yourself because of it.

“Tell me about this,” Peter said. He picked up the neck tie and handed it to you. You ran the silk between your fingers a few times, tracing the pattern of dancing candy canes, turning and twisting it as you remembered.

“This was my favorite tie of his,” you told him. “I thought it was so funny. Whenever he wore it we always imitated the candy cane dance in the kitchen that morning. Sometimes he would wear it out of season and I would laugh so hard every time. Then he would put me on the school bus shouting ‘Merry Christmas!’ and I would laugh even harder because it was April.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Peter says.

“It was,” you agreed.

“What about this?” Peter asked, handing you the keychain. You rubbed the pad of your thumb along the textured plastic. Three butterflies following each other up toward the sky: blue, orange, and pink.

“He used to take me to the butterfly garden in the Bronx. We went for my birthday three years in a row, because it was all I wanted to do. One time a butterfly landed in my hair and I thought it was the best day of my life.”

You picked up the birthday card. The glitter still sparkled in the dim light despite how much time had passed.

“This is from my eighth birthday. It was my favorite because it was so sparkly.” You flipped the card open, tracing the blocky letters inked inside. “And it’s the only thing I have with his handwriting on it.”

Your fingers lingered on Love, Dad and you swallowed hard around tears that threatened to spill over again. You picked up the earrings.

“These were hers,” you held the sapphire studs delicately. “I don’t remember her well enough to ever remember her wearing them, but I’ve seen them in pictures. I took them from the back of his closet. I don’t know if he ever knew they were gone, or that I had them.”

You reached for the coin and the dollar bill.

“These were from the Tooth Fairy,” you said, the tiniest of smiles creeping onto your face. “He thought it was way cooler to give me uncommon coins and dollars. I wish I had been able to keep more of them.”

The photograph.

Him, her, and you.

You were just two years old, dressed up in a too-poufy, festive dress, and looking startled by something behind the camera. He was wearing reindeer antlers and a red nose. Her hair fell in perfect waves down her shoulders, Santa hat tilted artfully atop her tresses.

“You have the same smile as him,” Peter said.

“She left a week after this was taken,” you whispered. “No note, no phone call, no apology. Nothing. She just left.”

Your hands started to shake, but you couldn’t look away from the eyes that were so much like your own.

“Does she even know what happened to my dad? Does she even care?”

The tears spilled over again.

“Why doesn’t she care?”

Empty dresser.

Missing toothbrush.

Forgotten earrings.

Pain.

Peter had stayed with you until you’d eventually cried yourself to sleep, leaving you a note and a full bottle of water on your nightstand.

You texted him as soon as you found your phone, tangled in the mess of sheets and blankets.

Thank you.

Any time. x

Now you stood outside his apartment door, ready for the Friend-mas celebration that you, Ned, Peter, and Michelle had planned, Secret Santa gift for Michelle in your hands. May let you in and you were greeted by the aroma of her famous cherry pie and a smiling Peter, who gave your hand a quick squeeze after May had made her way back to the kitchen. Michelle and Ned were already in the living room, laughing over sparkling cider and holiday mad-libs.

You and Peter joined them, and it was everything you could do to not just stare at Peter as you played round after round of the word game. You loved the way his eyes brightened and just nose scrunched up when he laughed. The way he leaned back against the couch, relaxed open around those he trusted. The way he would smile whenever his eyes met yours.

You were so, so grateful for him.

Soon, dinner was ready and you all squeezed around the tiny dining table, gorging yourselves on ham, yams, homemade macaroni, and of course, cherry pie. You delighted in the warmth of the room, the full feeling of home that came with Peter and May’s apartment. The sense of family that came with your best friends.

You did your best to ignore the electricity sparking up and down your skin whenever Peter’s knee would bump yours under the table. The first time it happened you thought it was an accident, and maybe it was, but then it happened again. And again. And again. Eventually, without looking away from Ned--who was telling a riveting story about his little sister getting stuck in a clothing rack at Target--you found a wave of confidence and hooked your ankle around Peter’s. His fidgeting ceased and you saw the tips of his ears tinge red as he looked down at the matching color inside his pie, but he didn’t pull away, so you counted it as a victory.

When you couldn’t eat anymore and the dishes were cleaned up, you all retreated back to the living room to exchange gifts.

Michelle went first, giving Peter a T-shirt that said “May the Mass Times Acceleration Be With You.” Then she spent the next half hour ignoring all of you in favor of reading the copy of The Metaphysical Club you’d gotten her.

Peter gifted Ned a mug shaped like a Pokeball, and Ned gave you a soft sweater with your first initial on the front, much like that of the Weasley’s.

Ned left around nine-thirty, needing to make his curfew by ten, and Michelle was picked up by her mom shortly thereafter. With nowhere else to be, you hung around and continued to soak in as much warmth as you could from the Parker household. You curled up on the sofa in your new sweater, scrolling through your phone and half-watching the Christmas movie on TV. Peter had disappeared into his room for a few minutes, and when he poked his head back out, he asked you to join him.

“There’s something I want to show you,” he said.

“Okay, but just because you show me yours, doesn’t mean I’m going to show you mine,” you joked, enjoying the way Peter sputtered and splotches of crimson rose on his cheeks.

“Shut up,” he said. “Just come in here.”

You followed him into the bedroom, sitting down on the bed when he gestured for you to do so. You watched him stretch up on his toes to reach the top of his closet, pulling down a plain brown shoebox. He sat down across from you, putting the box between you. You looked at him quizzically.

“I have one, too,” he said, and suddenly you understood.

He pulled the lid off and set it aside, and you peered into the box, an assortment of mismatched items inside. He pulled out a small snowglobe first. It said Paris in looping letters on the side, glitter swirling inside the globe around a miniature Eiffel Tower.

“My mom collected these. Everywhere she travelled she made sure to find one. They were scattered all over the house, and some days I would run around to each one, shaking them and trying to make them all swirl at the same time,” Peter said, passing it to you. You turned it over in your hands, smoothing your fingers along the glass as he reached back into the box.

“This is a mixtape Uncle Ben and I made when I was in second grade,” he said, pulling out a cassette tape. “His car was old and didn’t have a CD player, so we made these to listen to.”

“You always were into retro tech,” you said with a smile, examining young Peter’s messy handwriting on the label.

A tiny pair of safety goggles came out next.

“My dad got me these so I could be a ‘real’ scientist when I did my first experiment,” Peter said. “It was just mentos and coke but it was the most exciting thing I’d ever done.”

Peter dug out an antique-looking emerald ring.

“This was my great-grandma's, then my grandma’s, then my mom’s.”

You held the ring delicately, the thin band was slightly bent from years of wear.

“This was my dad’s watch. I think about wearing it all the time but I’m too afraid of breaking it.”

The analog clock ticked quietly. You wondered exactly how many years, days, and minutes it had counted.

“This is my picture,” Peter said, and you looked up from the items in your lap. It was a picture of a small Peter, barely four years old, standing on a staircase behind his parents, who were sitting on the step below him. He was leaning his elbows on their shoulders between them, hands cupping his round cheeks and smiling brightly at the camera. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

You looked at his parents. You could see he’d gotten his big brown eyes and high cheekbones from his mom, and his nose and strong jawline from his dad. They both looked happy. Just as happy as your parents looked in the picture hidden away in a purple box under your bed.

You carefully set everything back in the shoebox, replacing the lid and smoothing your hands over the cardboard.

“Thank you for sharing this with me,” you said. Peter’s hands covered yours.

“I just don’t want you to feel like you’re alone or don’t have anyone to talk to. Because-- ‘cause I get it, you know?” You turned your hands up to wind your fingers with his, squeezing them. You looked up at Peter and met his eyes. You maintained the eye contact for a moment before his gaze dropped back to your linked hands. “And… I really care about you. A lot. Like, more than I can.. I don’t know. I just…” he trailed off.

And suddenly you had to know.

You had to know if he felt everything you were feeling. You had to know if his heart wanted to leap out of his chest whenever you were around, the way yours did for him. You had to know if every text of yours made excitement pulsate through your veins. You had to know if you were the only one who often got distracted thinking about laughing together, reading together, being together.

You had to know what his lips felt like on yours.

You leaned forward on your knees, one hand disconnecting from his and carding through the soft brown hair behind his ear.

“Peter,” you whispered, and soft brown eyes looked up at you, round and wide. You saw a twinge of nervousness there, along with determination and something you weren’t quite yet ready to name.

When he gave you a barely-perceptible nod, you closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his.

A warm, buzzing feeling exploded from your chest, the heat racing through your veins to every connection of your skin. Your fingers tightened in his. Your other hand pulled him closer to you, nails scratching his scalp lightly. His free hand came up to hold your wrist and his lips… If Peter’s home was warmth then his lips were like fire, soft-yet-firm, warm, and gently setting your soul ablaze.

It was slightly off-center but you quickly corrected yourselves, reconnecting your lips once, twice, and tilting your heads just so, as though you’d practiced a hundred times. You couldn’t wait to practice a hundred times.

When you finally pulled apart, you didn’t go far, leaning your forehead against his and letting out a shaky breath.

“Wow,” Peter said, and you smiled. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“I think I do.”

Cherries. Bliss.

Brown eyes. Warmth.

Peter.

Joy.

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agent-spidey · 7 years

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New Rules 2

Title: New Rules 2

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Can you do something with tom or Peter based on the song new rules by dua lipa? It would be great if you could 😘💖

Word count: 904

A/N: I tried a different format so it would be easier to read, let me know what you guys think. Also sorry this is A LOT shorter than the first one, ENJOY!

Warnings: Angst

Part 1

Also I lost my tag list for New Rules (Which wasn’t added to the first part) so if you were added to it before please send me an ask saying so or message me, thanks x (Update; I found some people from my old list but if I didn't add you below please message me)

Masterlist

Ignoring Peter became routine for you.

walking to class with earbuds in to drown out his voice, asking to switch seats in classes to get away from him, eating your lunch in a hidden corner of the library and taking a different subway home from school.

Of course, Ned was worried about Peter and you. He just wanted everything to go back to how it was.

Your guys’ annual movie and Thai night was now short a person and trio study Tuesday became duo study Tuesday.

Ned was heartbroken and he told you often how much he missed Peter and you together.

“Ned I told you already I’m not going to trio Tuesday.”

you sighed closing your locker and rolling your eyes at your friend.

“I know but,”

Ned stopped mid-sentence, his eyes wide as he turned and left you.

“Ned?!” you called after him “What the hell?”

you muttered tightening your backpack strap. You turned to make your way out of school when your eyes caught with those familiar brown ones and your breath hitched in your throat.

you could see the sadness well in his soft brown eyes the more you stared. You shook your head slightly when his figure started growing toward you.

“Y/N please, we need to talk.”

you felt your feet move from under you before your brain could comprehend a reply. You quickly headed out the door of Midtown High and down the street until you couldn't hear Peters’ voice call out to you anymore. You were seriously done with him and he needed to know that.

A couple of hours had passed, you had found yourself at an old park you used to visit when you were younger.

The sun had started to set about 10 minutes ago. Or at least that’s when you noticed it starting to get darker out. You sighed getting up off the small swing set you had found yourself on, grabbed your bag and started heading back to your apartment building.

It’s about a 20-minute walk so not too far, and hoping Peter was studying with Ned so you wouldn’t run into him in the small elevator of the building.

You were lost in thought as you began to walk across the street, not realizing the crosswalk sign was still red.

You heard the screech of tires, a loud blaring honk and a flash of headlights.

You stopped mid-step, snapped your head up head. You felt like a deer.

helpless and scared.

But, like in slow-motion, you felt yourself being lifted off the ground with a hand wrapped tightly around your waist. The wind blew through your Y/H/C hair. You saw pass by until you and your savior stopped on a rooftop of a skyscraper.

“Ar-are you okay?” your hero spoke a bit out of breath.

You could feel your whole body trembling, finally, you looked up from your feet and shook your head slightly sideways. You couldn’t get any words out. You were still in shock and your hero, Spider-man could sense that.

“Would-uh-do you-why don’t-let’s,” the masked man stumbled on his words.

“Do you think you could stay?” you muttered under your breath interrupting him.

His small hand gestures he was making stopped suddenly. you panicked slightly when seeing his mask eye widen.

“I-uh just feel safer.”

He nodded slowly and you both plopped down on the building’s roof.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Spider-man paused letting out a small puff of breath,

“What are you doing out so late?”

“Well, Mr. Spider-man,” you sighed feeling the shock of you kiss with death slowly drain form you.

“First off, it’s not very late.” you rolled your eyes,

“And second, I was just trying to clear my head.”

The masked hero laughed.

“You can just call me spidey and something tells me there’s a little more there than your giving off.” the hero’s full attention was now on you and only you.

you cocked your eyebrow, folding your arms. Suddenly feeling all the previous shock replaced by confidence.

“Well, ‘Spidey’, I just barely met you and you’re trying to learn my story?”

Spider-man was now crossing his arms,

“At least take me to dinner first.”

you smirked feeling a warm blush rise to your cheeks.

“Alright.”

your head jerked to the side staring with wide eyes at the man.

“uh-wha-wait what?” your eyebrows creased lightly focusing your view out on the city now. you could see out of your peripheral vision your hero stiffened at your reaction.

“I mean thanks for the offer.”

you let out a long breath, “But I’m kinda trying to get over someone, plus,” you looked back to the man sitting next to you, his masked eyes already connected with yours.

“I don’t even know who you are.”

Spidey’s head dropped slightly, looking at his lap before answer you.

“You’re right,” He paused turning his body towards yours,

“but maybe we can get to know each other, you can guess who I am and I can guess who you’re getting over?”

Your heart started to beat faster in your chest, Spider-man wants to actually get to know me?

“Oh, what the hell sure.”

you smiled trying to cover the redness starting to fill up your cheeks.

“I mean it could be fun knowing ‘the Spider-man’ personally.”

your heart melted when you heard the man’s beautiful laugh fill your ears. Now, what am I getting myself into?

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hufflepuff-hugss · 7 years

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Teammates - Part 4 (Oliver x Reader)

A/N - Thought about taking in the request in the series.

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Part 3

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Word Count: 1272.

Warnings: Smut boi. :3

Request: Hi! Do you think you could do an Oliver wood x reader smut because there is a painfully low amount of Oliver content.

Summary: They don't really come up with any solution for their problems but, what they knew is that they won't be facing their problems alone anymore.

The Story:

Oliver peeked in, trying to figure if Y/N was in a bad mood, because last time she was, he didn't really like it....especially the way she talked.

"Come on in Oliver. It's not like you ask for permission from me for anything." Y/N was very confused about her emotions right now. Everything seemed to be mixed up, but she was still trying to be polite. While Oliver just assumed she was in a bad mood, and sat on the bed beside her.

"Are you...still gonna be angry about that?"

"I don't know Oliver." Y/N sighed, "I honestly don't know. Am I angry about you replacing me with another girl? Yes. About how you never thought about taking me back to the team? Yes. How you ignor--"

"I am not the one who is ignoring the other person here. YOU told you needed a break so I figured you wanted some space and decided to give you some. And you really think I didn't think about taking you back? No Y/N, I did. But I--"

"Thought the best for the team? I know."

"It's not li--"

"IT IS LIKE THAT OLIVER. BECAUSE LET'S FACE IT, I AM NOT AS GOOD AS HER."

He went silent for a moment. There's no point in arguing about that as he knew it was true. Y/N continued, "Besides," she closed her eyes trying to gain her confidence in some way, "I have a confession."

Oliver's heart stopped for a moment, his thoughts wandering around all the wrong stuffs. But as Y/N started talking he was a bit relieved, but at the same time felt betrayed.

"So all these stupid love stuffs was just a show for you?"

The door opened and a girl came in, but soon realized it wasn't the right time. She left, apologizing to barge in like that.

"No. I genuinely loved you for the person you were...it was later that I saw how you became kind of...popular."

"It still doesn't make things right Y/N. Because in a way I feel used." Oliver was trying his best not to let his tears flow, and this sight was heartbreaking to Y/N considering she did this.

"I know, but--" she scooted closer to him, cupping his cheeks, "I would've told you sooner or later and since we are on a break, I thought this might be a good time. I don't know if you can still trust me but I do love you. Not because you're a stupid captain or anything. As much as I don't like to say it, I did miss you... but now I don't know....if..you love me anymore."

She immediately moved away, finally letting her emotions out, as tears streamed down her face. Oliver sighed and hugged her from behind. He knew she felt self-conscious about crying, even in front of him. There was no doubt in Oliver's mind that he loved this girl deeply, even though he barely said it. And he was surprised that all the times spent with Y/N, she never forced him to say that he loved her, because she knew it. But, just for one lie, she has started questioning herself. And he didn't like this Y/N---timid, if he can describe her right now.

He turned her around and whispered, while soothingly caressing her back, "I know it's hard for you. But I still love you. You just made a mistake just like I did. And, it's just one mistake. You forgave all those times I called you useless...and..hurt you." His breath hitched as he recalled all those times he unknowingly hurt her, because he knew she will eventually come back. And he realized how strong she must have been to brush it off, when she forgave him. "It's okay...and I'm sorry."

She looked up at him, eyes red and puffy and gave a soft smile. A small gesture from her made him smile, he missed her smiling like this. And she kissed him immediately after, which Oliver gladly accepted. Soon the kiss started getting heated up and Oliver pulled back, panting a bit.

"Are you sure you wanna...do it here?" He asked.

"When did I say I wanted to?" She asked in an amused tone with an eyebrow raised.

He blushed in embarrassment as he stuttered, "Oh..u-uhm..I just thought.."

Y/N chuckled and pulled him into another kiss again. And soon she moved on to sit on his lap, grinding against him slightly, earning a moan from him as his bulge slowly grew.

"Oh well, who knew the captain can lose so easily?" She said as she started palming him.

"Ah...don't.." He moved her hand away, and Y/N frowned. "I am the one who wants to please you today. I-I..want you.." He stuttered, blushing madly. Y/N always loved it when he was vulnerable in front of her when it came to..erm..sex. They quickly discarded their clothes.

She laid down on the bed, nodding a yes as he started kissing her neck, lightly biting it. Y/N let out a moan, indicating him to continue. He slid his hand in her underwear and Y/N helplessly squirmed under him as he played with her clit.

Oliver smirked and said, "Oh well, I am the CAPTAIN honey."

Y/N just whimpered and Oliver slid in a finger and watched her face in delight as she moaned lightly, making him add another finger as she moaned again. He started pumping them in and out slowly, as the pleasure starts to build up in Y/N. In a moment, she grabbed onto him as she squirted all over his fingers. He licked his fingers, directly looking in her eyes, which she quickly averted away and said, "When did you get so kinky about this?"

He smirked and said, "Two weeks. I waited two weeks for this Y/N."

"So you came here for sex?" She said, acting all grumpy and stuffs. She sensed him tensing up and ended up her act quickly with a laugh.

"Amusing isn't it? I will see how amusing it is when you moan out my name." He said and pulled his boxers down. As much as Y/N was surprised by all the words that came out his mouth, she was immensely turned on by the dominating side of Oliver in bed.

He positioned himself and slowly entered her. Her walls clenched around him as they let out a loud moan. Oliver started moving slowly, both enjoying and savoring the slow pace. But soon, Y/N started begging him to go faster and he started pounding her. Both breathing heavily and moaning out loud occasionally.

"I'm gonna.." He said as Y/N continued, "Me too. Go on.." And Oliver knew she was on her pills. But didn't understand why though. Did she plan this all along?

They reached their climax as he fell beside her. Both were tired, but Oliver came to his senses quickly and got out of the bed saying, "This was...eventful. But I guess your friends will be coming anytime now."

They both dressed up and Y/N walked towards the door with him, hugging him before he opened the door. "Let's just get to know each other well from now on. We can sort out our problems slowly for sure."

Oliver smiled and as he opened the door, an embarrassing sight came before their eyes.

All of Y/N's dormmates were on the sofas, sleeping. When they made love, they didn't realize how long it took actually. They blushed and Y/N whispered, "Go on before they wake up. They won't spare a single day teasing me about this."

Oliver smiled and as he was about to enter his dorm, one of Y/N's friend laughed and said, "Next time, don't do it in our dorm." while the other girls started giggling.

Let's just say they brought it up for the rest of the year.

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yoinkmyheart · 7 years

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hidden identities [ii]

hidden identities: part i // part iii

pairing: peter parker x superhero!f!reader word count: 1k warnings: swearing probably, but apart from that not rly. summary: reader is one of peter’s best friends and has so far successfully hidden the fact that she’s a butt-kicking superhero by night until she finds herself fighting side-by-side with spiderman and getting a little injured.

a/n: thank you all so much for the reaction to the last part of this fic! Sorry it took so long, I knew what I wanted for the beginning but the rest was a bit fuzzy anyway! we’re just gonna roll with it. I think I’m going to turn this into a mini-fic, :)

p.s. btw Ned already knows Peter is Spider-man in this part ! also why is it so damn hard to find a qual blank gif of ned + peter staring at liz?! siiiigh.

p.p.s. sorry if you have a cat.

As you turned from the lunch line, your feet instinctively walked towards Ned and Peter’s table, plopping yourself down with your tray, sitting at your usual spot in front of them.

“Hey guys, so I know that I wasn’t there yesterday but how was-” You abruptly stopped when you realized that you held neither of the two boy’s line of sight. Instead, they were busy gazing past your shoulder, Peter’s head rested on his hand and a very visible dreamy look sported in his eyes.

You turned your form to see what these two boys were looking at, but from the dreamy look that Peter had, you could already guess what—or more probably, who—was behind you.

The ever graceful, very beautiful and always kind: Liz Allan.

It was no secret that Peter Parker had a crush on Liz. The poor boy was smitten and he liked to think that it was a secret type of smitten. It wasn’t. In fact, it took you about a second to figure out after he told you he had a crush on someone during your freshman year.

Thing is, no matter how blatantly obvious it was, it didn’t seize to make your heart tighten every time he looked so lovingly at Liz. Especially because you knew that in his eyes, no one could compare to the amazing Liz Allan. Not even you.

“You guys should probably stop staring now, you guys are starting to look really creepy,” You mumbled, barely hiding the bitterness in you voice, as you dug into your lunch. You rested your elbows on the table and looked at your two friends. Finally straightening up in their seat as they realized your presence.

“As I was saying when I first got here, how was movie night without me? I’m sure it was the most boring movie night to date,” you smirked, their night might’ve been boring but mine was far from.

“Don’t ask Peter! He ditched me too. Anyway, where were you last night? You ran out yesterday before you could answer,” Ned asked, oblivious to what you were out doing last night. Thinking back to last night and remembering the blue and red hero by your side.

Hold on. If Peter wasn’t with Ned last night. Does that mean that Peter could be- No. That’s impossible.

“Something came up,” You answered vaguely, waving your hand dismissively. The two looked skeptical but understood you weren’t going to answer anymore. You looked up at Peter, trying to see something in his eyes. In that moment, Peter looked to your jaw, only just noticing the band-aid.

Nudging Ned, he looked at you curiously and a flash of worry in his eyes, “What happened to your jaw?” You lifted your fingers up, stroking the band-aid. You’d forgotten about that.

What were you supposed to tell them?! You racked your brain until-

“A cat scratched me.” You shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant and prodded your food around on your plate as if they would do something.

“I’ve know you nearly 8 years and I’m pretty sure you don’t have a cat, Y/N.” Peter pointed out, raising his eyebrow at you and laughing lightly. Ned nodded along.

Shit, he’s right.

“Hey, I said a cat not my cat. Besides! You don’t know, maybe I got a cat and you just didn’t know?” Avoiding their eyes, you took another big bite of your food. You knew they were unconvinced. Hell, you were unconvinced and it was your lie.

“Hold on! Don’t make this just about me, what happened to you?” You gulped down your food, pointing your finger at Peter accusingly and narrowed your eyes at him.

He gave you a sly smirk.

“Something came up.”

The day had come to an end and ever since the end of lunch, you had started entertaining the idea that Peter Parker could very well be the viral superhero, Spider-Man.

Reaching your locker, you popped it open before shoving some books in and taking out some of the ones you needed for homework. Homework which you planned to storm through tonight after nights of procrastination and undercover crime fighting.

All of the facts added up. Peter could be Spider-Man. From what you could remember, their heights were the same. They had the same voice. The same lame humor. It would make sense.

You hated the idea that Peter could be putting himself in danger’s way but quickly realized that his selflessness was one of the things that you loved about him. Additionally, you frequently put yourself in danger’s way, so it’d be unfair for you to pick on that.

“Y/N!” You snapped from your thoughts and looked up, realizing that you had zoned out for a while. Peter stood beside you, giving you a curious look. You shook your head and flashed him a smile.

“Peter! What’s up?” You shut your locker and turned to face him completely. It was only now that you noticed how lit up his eyes were, how excited he seemed and how happy he was.

“Guess what?! Liz actually knows I exist! She invited me and Ned to her party tonight. Can you believe it?” He sighed dreamily. Your smile faltered when you realize that the reason he was so excited in the first place was because of Liz. Of course it was.

It didn’t matter that you knew he existed. You looked at his eyes, so full of excitement. You knew, deep down, that you could never make Peter as excited for you as he was for Liz Allan.

“So? You’ll come with us right?” He asked.

You ignore the uncomfortable tug at your chest. He looked so hopeful that you couldn’t turn him down and nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. His smile grew and he gave you a quick hug.

“Great! Me and Ned will see you there then!” He started jogging backwards, waved goodbye and ran out the doors. All you could do was wave back soundlessly, hugging your books close to you.

No homework for me tonight then.

sorry this wasn’t the greatest and it’s so short. thanks so much for reading! feedback is appreciated and encouraged. part 3 is coming soon! x

tags: @slythergirlimagines + @rosaetum + @captainsherlockwinchester110283 + @sylviestars , thank you all sm for ur kind words! ♡

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soldierstark · 7 years

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Double Take | Part 3 | PETER PARKER X READER

Description: After Peter visits the reader as Spiderman and finds out that she likes him, he and Ned start to devise a plan on how he'll make his move... with the unwanted help of Michelle.

Author's Note: If you're a writer, check out my Writing Contest and enter if you'd like to. This is the last part of Double Take and to those of you who've read this series through, thank you for the support! It means the world to me.

Word Count: 1602

Part 1 | Part 2

Ned almost had a heart attack when he looked up from his newest Lego set and saw his friend decked out in his Spiderman suit, staring at him through his window. Putting on a hand over his heart to soothe his rapid heart rate, Ned stood up off of the floor and unlocked the window.

“You are never gonna guess what (Y/N) just said to me,” Peter said giddily as he crawled through the window. He jumped onto the floor silently and took his mask off, taking a seat on Ned’s bed.

“I’m guessing your talk with her went well,” he replied sitting back down on the floor, tending to his Lego set. Ned took note of Peter’s permanent grin and the redness that adorned his cheeks.

Peter looked down at his hands, playing with his mask. “It did.”

“Care to elaborate?” Ned asked looking up at his friend.

“She told me that she likes me,” Peter divulged looking up from his lap. “Well she told Spiderman that she likes Peter, but same thing.”

Ned nodded his head and leaned backwards onto his hands. “Alright, now it’s time for step two.”

Peter’s face went from one of happiness to one of confusion. "Step what now?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

“You know… step 2. Step 1 was to figure out if (Y/N) liked you back so you could get over your fear of rejection and step 2 is the important step. The one where you make a move,” Ned explained casually.

Peter groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. “Dam I forgot about that part.”

“How could you? That’s literally the whole reason why I told you to talk to (Y/N) as Spiderman dude.”

“It just slipped my mind,” Peter replied sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ll figu- what are you doing?”

Peter watched confused as Ned placed his phone in between them, the sound of a phone ringing filled the bedroom. “I’m calling in reinforcements,” Ned said simply.

Peter quirked an eyebrow. “Who?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Right as Ned opened his mouth to speak, the ringing stopped and a familiar voice rang out dryly. “What up nerd.”

It was Michelle.

“Hey Michelle, I need to ask you some questions,” Ned stated smiling deviously at Peter who was shaking his head frantically.

She was quiet for a moment. “Regarding what?”

“(Y/N).”

More silence. “What about her?” Michelle asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice.

“Ned hang up,” Peter whisper-yelled, trying to be quiet enough that Michelle couldn’t hear him. Unfortunately, he wasn’t.

“Peter?” Michelle asked confused. He clamped his mouth shut with wide eyes, not replying. “Peter you dumb hoe, I heard your voice stop pretending you’re not there.”

Peter threw his head back with a groan while Ned chuckled. “You’ve been exposed bro.”

“Oh shut up Ned this was your idea not mine,” Peter said rolling his eyes.

“I’m just trying to help you!”

“Help with what Ned? I’m so confused as to wh-“

“Boys!” Michelle yelled over the phone, shutting them up. “Can we please get on with it? Ned, what did you want to ask me?”

“Well,” he trailed off looking at Peter. “Now that Peter’s presence is known, he can ask the questions.”

Peter stood up off the bed and sat across from Ned so he was closer to the phone. “Dammit Ned, I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“About step 2!” Ned yelped in frustration.

“How is Michelle supposed to help with step 2?”

“She’s (Y/N)’s best girlfriend she’ll give you advice.”

“Advice on what?”

“On how to do it. Duh.”

"Just ask me the dam questions,” Michelle burst out, starting to get annoyed

Ned cleared his throat. “So it has come to my attention recently that our friend Peter here has like, the biggest crush on (Y/N).”

“Ned!” Peter whined while Michelle laughed.

“Oh my god are you serious?” she asked surprised.

Ned nodded his head but realized Michelle couldn’t see them. “I know right? I was kinda shocked too. Anyway, Peter’s ready to make a move but he doesn’t really know how…”

“And this concerns me how?” Michelle asked.

Peter raised a finger, signaling to Ned that he’ll speak. “I just need some advice. Okay? I have no idea how to go about this and Ned seems to think that you’ll be able to tell me how to ask her out.”

“You want me to tell you how to ask (Y/N) out?” she asked for clarification.

Peter shrugged his shoulders. “Yea pretty much.”

Michelle sighed. “Peter, (Y/N) is one of your best friends too. You know her just as well as I do. I really don’t think you need my help.”

“Well I think I do.”

“Peter!”

He sighed. “Alright fine. I’ll just ask her. Simple, easy, cool, nonchalant.”

“You’re not being cool or nonchalant,” Ned chuckled with a mocking tone.

“Leave him alone Ned!” Michelle said, trying to stifle her laughter. “Peter’s just a little nervous.”

“Dam straight I am. Now I just have to figure when to ask her,” Peter said resting his chin in his hand.

Ned shrugged his shoulders. “Just do it after school tomorrow.”

Peter shook his head. “If I wait that long I’ll chicken out. I’ll do it before school tomorrow. The sooner the better.”

It was silent for a second, the only sound to be heard was the faint shuffling and whispering noises coming from the phone on the floor. Peter and Ned looked at each other for a brief moment then back at the phone.

“Michelle?” Peter asked.

More shuffling. “I’m here. I’m here,” she answered quickly.

“Who were you talking too?” Ned inquired.

No answer, only silence. “Peter…”

“Yes.”

“What would you say if I told you that you could ask (Y/N) out right now?”

Peter laughed nervously, still slightly confused. “I’d say that’s impossible because she’s nowhere near me at this moment.”

“That may be true but…” Michelle trailed off. The phone once again went void of words, only shuffling and faint whispering.

“But what Michelle?”

More shuffling and whispering until the sound of someone clearing their throat came out of Ned’s phone. “Hey Pete,” the new voice said, it became inherently obvious who it was.

Peter’s jaw dropped. “(Y/N)?”

“Yes.”

“How long have you been with Michelle?”

“Long enough to hear the entire conversation.”

Peter looked up at Ned is disbelief who raised his hands up in surrender. “I had no clue dude. Honest.”

With a groan Peter quickly picked up the phone up off of the floor. “See ya in school tomorrow! Gotta go!” he said with a nervous laugh then pressed the end call button.

“Well I was not expecting that,” Ned mumbled to himself.

“Oh good, you showed up,” Ned chuckled as he saw Peter approach his locker. He shut the metal door and twisted the lock so it was locked.

Peter continued to walk until he was about 3 feet from Ned. “It’s not like I can avoid this. I mean, (Y/N) knows I like her and I know that she likes me. I honestly don’t know why I freaked out yesterday, I was going to ask her out anyway. She just found out in a less than ideal way,” he said shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

Ned leaned his shoulder against the locker next to his friend. “I didn’t expect you to be so calm about this,” he admitted, raising an eyebrow.

Peter smiled. “Well I hate to break it to ya Ned, but I’m cool, calm, collected, and very pu-…” He stopped mid-sentence, Peter’s eyes focused on something over Ned’s left shoulder.

Ned turned around on his heels, only to see (Y/N) walking down the hallway poised with confidence and self-assurance. The complete opposite of his friend Peter, who was staring at her with what could only be described as love sickness.

(Y/N)’s (Y/H/C) hair bounced behind her as she flashed a smile at the friends she passed in the hallway. Her (Y/E/C) eyes sparkled in amusement as she stopped in front of Ned and Peter, her gaze zeroing in on the latter.

“Hey Peter,” she greeted simply with a devious grin. (Y/N) then turned her head to look at the other boy when she received no response. “Hey Ned. Having a good morning?”

Ned chuckled and looked between his two friends. “I am now. This is just so entertaining.”

She gave him a half-hearted glare then rolled her eyes, looking back at Peter who was still staring at her in silence. “Do you want to say something Pete?” she asked slowly with a devious grin. “Or I don’t know, ask me something?”

“I, uh, um, aft- um I uh,” Peter stuttered out with wide eyes.

“This is sad bro. Even for you. What happened to I’m cool, calm, and collected?” Ned asked trying to stifle his laughter.

Peter’s cheeks went red. “Ned!” he yelped sharply, clearly embarrassed.

“Oh for fucks sake,” (Y/N) grumbled, grabbing onto Peter’s shoulders.

Ned watched in surprise and slight amusement as she brought her lips down to Peter’s, kissing him full on the lips. He almost cooed at the sight of his two best friends sharing a sweet kiss, though it only lasted a second.

(Y/N) pulled away, not looking super frazzled unlike Peter who was touching his lips with widened pupils. She gave Peter a smile and readjusted her backpack on her shoulders.

“Yes Peter… I’ll go out with you.”

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