yeah because when you see this

tell me you don’t get annoyed.

tumblr’s algorithm only cares about posts that are reblogged, it doesn’t count likes. posts don’t get promoted or circulated when they only have likes (the way instagram functions), only reblogs matter for increasing reach on tumblr as a platform.

but yeah, tumblr’s system definitely doesn’t advantage non-popular artists, but there’s a big problem from within the community too. i have over 400 followers and i consider myself lucky when more than 2 people reblog my art, so imagine how much worse it is for people with even less followers.

Are you bothered by your cosmic insignificance?

Do you mourn for a place or person you’ve never known?

Do you really think there is somebody for everybody?

Do you place any value in gender roles?

Do you have to be related to be family?

Are your platonic relationships just as valuable as romantic or family ones?

Are you in love? Do you want to be?

Do you think you can put love into categories (family, platonic, romantic, etc.) or is it just one general sensation?

Would you be happy with a life without romance? 

Are you always going to be a little in love with somebody?

Would you change your appearance if you could?

Do you have the feeling you’ve lost something you might have had in another life - whether it be a person, a place, a world, a language, etc.?

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Would you want to be reincarnated?

Do you think you’re special, or just another person amongst billions? Can you be both?

Do theoretical ethical debates have any value? Is it important people discuss ethical dilemmas, e.g. the trolley problem?

Did you have imaginary friends? Do you still have them?

Are you religious? Do you think your religion is ‘correct’?

If you aren’t religious, do you wish you were? Why?

Do you want a grand adventure?

Do you have somebody, whether it be a friend or stranger, who you think you could have loved if the circumstances were different?

How long does it take you to fall in love with somebody?Is the sensation of ‘falling in love’ or ‘being in love’ better?

Is love about convenience or something more? Can it be about both?

Do you think you really understand your gender and sexuality?

How fluid is your concept of gender and sexuality?

What’s the most life-changing choice you’ve made so far?

Are you afraid of growing old?

Would you want to live forever? How about for a billion years, a million, a millennium, a century?

Do you believe in some form of god/s?

Are your choices fated or of your own free will?

Do you have a hunch about how you’re going to die?

Do you believe in star signs?

How old do you have to be to be considered an adult?

Was your childhood happy?

What are you missing from your life?

Have you ever met someone who had a very similar personality to your own? Did you get along?

Do opposites attract?

Is your life what you expected it would be five years ago?

Do you know what you want out of life?

What makes a person ‘good’? Are you a ‘good person’?

What fundamentally matters do you?

Is freewill an illusion?

Do you create art? How do you define art?

How often do you lie? Is all lying inherently bad? Are you generally truthful?

Do you want to be remembered after your death? What for?

Is true world peace ever possible?

Do you have to suffer to truly understand the human condition? What is the human condition? How can you really experience it?

Are you free? Will you ever be? Can anyone be truly free?

Do you hold yourself to higher standards than you hold others?

What do you expect from a friend or partner?

What question could you ask to find out the most about a person?

Do you justify all your beliefs or have you just inherited/absorbed some?

Which beliefs do you have that is most likely to be wrong?

Can human really understand the complete nature of the universe, space and time?

Is a conscious what makes someone a person?

What do you think about artificial intelligence?

Do you thinks humans are obsessed with escapism (books, video games, movies, etc.)? Are you looking for an escape? Do you think that’s a bad thing?

Are we eventually going to ‘run out’ of new combinations for music, art, language, etc.? Is there a limit to human creativity?

What do you think the next era of music will be like?

What do you think the next era of fashion will be like?

Do we live in tumultuous times, or do they just seem so strange because we’re living in them?

Would you want to meet a clone of yourself? Would you like them?

How confident are you, really?

How consistent is your perception of time?

What age should people be allowed to vote? Should children and teenagers be allowed to vote?

How do you feel about the idea ‘an eye for an eye’?

What’s the worse thing a person can be?

How do you feel about monogamy?

Can you be in love with someone and still fall in love with someone else?

What’s the tragedy of your life?

Would your life make a good play?

Should people be prosecuted for crimes that weren’t considered crimes at the time?

Would you fight for your country? Do you feel a sense of loyalty to your nation?

Do you believe in gender equality in every aspect?

Do we have a moral obligation to care for others? To what extent?

Do you crave approval and/or praise?

Is there comedy in all tragedy and tragedy in all comedy?

Are you ever going to be satisfied?

When you are sad, do you listen to music that conveys your emotions or music that makes you happy?

Is your music organised by mood or sensation or do you just listen to everything at any time?

Would you marry a friend if they needed you to (e.g. for citizenship)?

Are you a deep person?

Given the chance to live your life on Mars, with no hope of returning to Earth but with the promise of scientific discovery and glory, would you take it?

Are you who people think you are?

Do you think you would be happier if you had been born a different gender, sexuality, race, ethnicity, nationality or religion?

What’s your toxic trait? Are you trying to improve yourself and fix it?

Do you anger easily?

Are you a jealous person?

If you lost all your memories, would you have the same personality?

Given the chance to reset your life (with none of the knowledge you currently have), would you take it?

Is hate as strong as love? Who do you hate?

Do you speak multiple languages? Which do you dream in? What language would you want to learn?

Do you draw meaning from your dreams, or do you disregard them?

How would you describe yourself when you love? Do you love forcefully, unconditionally, gently, quietly, desperately?

Is unrequited love real love?

Is your perception of yourself similar or the same to how others perceive you?

Are you overly analytical?

Do you ever feel that you are really a terrible person, and only act good out of societal or some other obligation?

Do you believe in magic? Are you superstitious?

Genre | Hockey Player / Figure Skater Rivalry AU.

Pairing | Min Yoongi / Feminine Reader.

Words | 20,254 words.

Conspectus | The number one rule of Korea National Sport University is to never allow their elite figure skater and the captain of the ice hockey team be in the same room. Or in their case, on the same ice rink. They are infamously known for riling each other up in any way possible, and for having a mysterious history that even their closest friends know nothing about.

But when their coaches decide it is finally time to put an end to their five year rivalry, the pair of them certainly have very conflicting views about it.

Warnings | Heavy swearing. Angst. Severe injuries and blood. Mentions of trauma. Hospitals. Implied sexual content. Is there going to be a happy ending, you ask? Well, you will just have to find out for yourself! Also, there are many flashbacks throughout this, which are marked by passages of italics. If the line-breaks between scenes are not working, a new scene is signified by a perspective shift.

Parts | One • Two • Three (Finale)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

Going home was hard – painful even. But falling back in love with Jimin, the boy you left behind? Downright gut-wrenching.

pairing: punk!jimin x reader

word count: 9.3k

genre: 1990s au, exes au, angst, eventual smut

warnings: 90s slang, VOMIT MENTION (nothing graphic), alcohol, oc has dead parents :c, mention of a house fire

A/N: YEAH BOI ITS ANOTHER SERIES!!! thank you to @ezralia-writes @gukyi​ @wwilloww​ for letting me use their likeness!

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PART ONE

“Hello?”

Your cautious knock against the open front door rang out through the old victorian era home.

Your grandmother had always left her front door cracked open for as long as you could remember – you’d imagine to some that might have been strange, but in a town as small as yours, that was just the way it went. Neighbors knew each other intimately, their parents and their parents’ parents having grown up together for as long as memory could stretch back.

From peaking inside, you could tell not much had changed about your grandmother’s home from when you left town. The same green floral wallpaper was stretching across the living room that you had grown up with. You remembered how you used to run down the halls playing pretend, the walls serving as a forest of green and white columns serving as trees for every one of your adventures.

How far you dreamed of traveling even at a young age, wanting more than your small town could offer.

“Come in, darling! I’ll be out in a moment,” You heard the familiar voice call out from somewhere in the kitchen, an ache in your chest echoing.

Clutching at the strap over your shoulder, you reentered your childhood home for the first time in years, holding your breath as if a sudden exhale would send it crumbling down on top of you.

“How can I help–”

You watched as your grandmother made her way into the living room, her friendly smile dropping the moment she laid eyes on you. For a moment, no one said a word, the two family members standing across from each other silently, neither wanting to be the first to speak.

It was you, ultimately, who broke the silence.

“I’m sorry.” You began, eyes welling as they mirrored your grandmother’s.

“How could you?” She breathed, disbelief dripping off of every word.

summary: alright, so last summer’s camp was… disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.

{camp counselor!au, unrequited love!au, friends to lovers!au}

pairing: park jimin x female reader genre: angst, fluff, comedy word count: 27k warnings: unrequited love, camp shenanigans, awkwardness, secondhand embarrassment/hurt, ot7 cameos a/n: hello and welcome to the one thing that guyi has wanted to write for literal years now but never go around to! finally i can cross camp counselor au off my list. anyway, it’s been over a year since i wrote for jimin so i hope that this monster 27k fic can make up for that !!! i swear the ending is happy. i swear. i promise.

Author: @kpopfanfictrash​ as part of the  Deadly Intentions collaboration with @underthejoon​​ @lamourche​ @floralseokjin​ @prolixitae​ @btssmutgalore​ and @taetaetrashhh​ 

Creative Contributor: @taetaetrashhh for organizing the collab and this wonderful moodboard!

Pairing: Yoongi / Reader (third person)

Genre: Hellhound!Yoongi / Magical!Reader / High Fantasy

Word Count: 30,868

Rating/Warnings: 18+ for mature themes and sexual content. Character death depicted (not main). Violence depicted in both fight scenes and flashbacks. Unprotected sex. 

Summary:  Y/N has always known she was different. A ward in a city where all know their name. A girl apprenticed to a blacksmith. And a shadow-singer –  a magical being who controls the night and sees all within. Even those who would prefer not to be seen.

A/N: There is some Welsh mythology referenced to within the fic, but it is by no means canon.  [ CROSS-POSTED TO WATTPAD HERE ]

(Dragon! Min Yoongi x Human Reader)  (ft. Baby Jungkook + Baby Dragon! Hoseok) 

Summary: When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of your farm. Why does the man you catch glimpses of have horns?

Tags: sort of medieval times, mentions of death/murder (both humans and dragons, other mentions of magical creatures, baby Jungkook domesticity, fluff, brief sickfic. 

W/c: 6.8K 

A/n:  so here you go, baby dragon hoseok is not in this part- but he is in the next one. I love dragons! and I love yoongi! so yeah! partially inspired by comic i saw with dragon yoongi and knight hoseok so if anyone finds it please let me know! 

- Though Yoongi is a Solitary dragon, he still has a fair amount of interaction with the dragon community, so when small settlements go missing, or there is an isolated attack on a nests and others of his kind are in need someone with finesse for fire breathing- Yoongi comes and helps. 

- The Human vs. Dragon war is as old as time. And Yoongi is no stranger to the violence- his own family was killed hundreds of years ago by a human raid- though the war has changed since then, dragons have been pushed to the edges of the world or been made to hide in some places. There are even standing truces between some kingdoms and any dragons that might be passing through. 

- He has enough interaction and care for his own kind that he cares when he finds a nest ransacked. Cursing humanity and acting instinctually, he begins to hunt the humans that have done this.

- Yoongi had tracked the scent of death to a small mountainside community- he’d flown over the old cabins and seen the fresh fletchling dragon skins hanging out to cure and started killing indiscriminately. The light of dawn was cresting over the mountains when Yoongi starts to spit his hot blue fire into the buildings.

- Yoongi walks through the wreckage of the houses he’s just burned. The rage inside of him winking out as the last life did. His long cloak rustling in the ashes as he shifts to his human form once his temper cools checking for signs of life and finding none. 

- And then a high-pitched keen, crying, underneath the wreckage of a house as the rain starts up. The baby is small but healthy as Yoongi pulls him out from underneath the wreckage, with little more than a scratch on his cheek that looks a little deep and little tears beading at the edge of large brown eyes. Yoongi doesn’t know much about human children, but if he had to guess, he’s probably older than 6 months but younger than a year. Still immobile and unable to care for himself.  

- There is a name embroidered on the edge of the torn red blanket that swaths the baby, half soaked with mud. ‘Jungkook’ it reads, fine bronze thread against the dull red. A first name or a last name- Yoongi doesn’t know. 

- The weight of the babe calms in his arms, it starts to rain, and Yoongi finds himself curled over the tope of him and shielding his face from it. He can’t find it in himself to kill the child and save him the misery of starving to death. Despite the fact that this small family of warriors had killed countless of Yoongi’s kind and all for the more malleable young dragon skins- different than the rough hide of older dragons that could not be made into fireproof clothing- this child has done nothing, taken part in no such acts of violence. 

- But the baby- Jungkook - is an unintended consequence of Yoongi’s rage, and likely- his relatives, and simultaneously Yoongi does not want him to secum to startvation like he would if yoongi left him to die and yet cannot take care of him. Yoongi is a dragon- and cannot take care of a human child.

- It almost feels like something deep within him whispers to his fire filled heart, maybe not words, but definitely, something that tells him not to leave the child to die. 

Title: Violent Delights

Genre: Horror, suspense, & Psychological thriller

Pairings: Gang!BTS x reader ; Jimin x reader

Sypnosis: “These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume. What do you say, Y/n? Reckon we’ll have a violent end.” He maniacally grinned as he pressed the metallic point of the gun against your bleeding temple, the raw brass stinging against your open wound. “I don’t know. We might.”

Release Date: October 31st, 2019 6:30 pm (GMT-4)

Word Count: 9112

Warnings: The following story is not suitable for all audiences. It contains a lot of graphic violence, gore, varying levels of abuse, toxic relationship, dubious consent, implications of dangerous behavior, and a lot of other mature things. Please keep in mind this is a work of fiction and is not meant to reflect my personal beliefs or ideas, or the character of BTS. Thank you & enjoy.

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Yoongi / Reader

Word Count: 3,098

Warnings: post-apocalyptic, depression, themes of death

Summary: A songfic, inspired by the song of the same title by Hozier (I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for months and finally decided to post)

➭ “You’ve always stayed far away from the Kingsnakes, the coldblooded gang that runs the dark heart of your city. That is until your life collides with the intriguing and dangerous Jung Hoseok.“

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: gang!au, angst, smut

wordcount: 14k

part one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

** warnings: Overstimulation and cumplay. Very explicit descriptions of violence including the use of a knife. Graphic descriptions of injuries and blood. Dark themes incl. hurt, pain, death, gang activity. Light derogatory language during sex, rough sex.

The two days passed in a blur, pushing you in a constant state or worry for Peter’s well-being. You were happy for him because he seemed to have found a sort of father figure in the latest superhero trend Midtown was going gaga over - Mysterio. 

You didn’t get what the obsession was about, Peter told you he was a friendly kind person so maybe there was that. The opera was about to begin and you had taken a seat besides Brad, who was waiting for MJ to join him but then gave up when she ran out behind Peter. 

“This is nice”, he remarked nonchalantly, “nice dress, by the way." 

You smiled at him politely, not touching the green thread that was wrapped around your wrist right now in case he was having any wrong ideas about you again. You remembered him once thinking you had kissed somebody just because you were the kind of person who’d go about kissing strangers like it’s no big deal. 

Ned and Betty had slipped out too, and you knew Peter had a fight with the fire elemental monster, but you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t let you follow him. 

"Trouble follows me everywhere, Y/N - I can’t risk you coming there and getting hurt.”, he told you pensively, “Promise me you won’t follow me out." 

"But -" 

"No - no I can’t have that on me, if anything happens to you - I wouldn’t - it would -”, he fumbled, running his fingers through his hair, “Uh - just get this, if something goes wrong, especially with you - I can’t, not after Mr Stark and… And everything else. Please - " 

He stared at you with glossy golden eyes, pain swirling in them, "Please don’t do anything I might regret. Just stay in, watch the opera - yeah?" 

You bit your lip, "I just want you to stay safe, Pete.”

He stared at the ground, the white shirt tucked neatly in his pants. You placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. 

“This whole trip - I’ve been so stressed, nothing’s going right”, you said in frustration, “I’m worried for you!" 

"You don’t have to”, he mumbled, “I’m Spiderman, I’ll be fine." 

"You’re Spiderman for the world, you doofus”, you joked, your voice cracking just a smidge, “I still see you as Peter Parker, and I’m worried about you. I think I have the right to be worried too”, you paused, swallowing the lump in your throat, “as a - um, a friend." 

"Right, yeah, a friend. I know, you’re right.”, he said, hiding his eyes from you, “But trust me, I got this." 

You leaned forward and hugged him then, giggling when his thread told you he was thinking about your perfume. "I’ll lend you some on your date with MJ”, you winked at him, “You can smell like daisies all day then!" 

He rolled his eyes, the corners of his lips stretching upwards. You then got serious, and kissed his cheek, lingering for a second more than you should have, and then pulling a few steps away from him. 

"Stay safe, Pete." 

You were itching to get up and dash out too, to check on him and see if he was fine but a promise was a promise and you knew Peter would hate you for breaking yours. So you stayed through the four hour long opera, dozing on Brad’s shoulder for the last hour, thinking about Peter. 

There were casualties, you learned later but Ned told you that both him and Peter were perfectly fine. He even told you that Peter and MJ were about to have their moment right now, since the Paris trip was cancelled and you stayed in your room for the rest of the night. 

The next day you found out Peter had left for a mission already and MJ was acting really weird. Did she find out? Yes, but she chose not to tell you.  Too bad you read her mind already. 

You were all going to London now, and Peter hadn’t received any single call or message from you, which only fueled your anxiety. You bit your lip, wondering if he was okay, if he was hurt physically or emotionally or if he was safe. 

"Yo Y/N”, Flash nudged you, “where’d you go at homecoming party, huh? We were all looking for you!" 

So the old group had gathered around in the bus, and everyone was chatting and playing games. You hadn’t been interested but got roped in pretty easily with some coaxing. 

"I - um, so I needed a little break”, you said awkwardly, “you know - from the party, so I went out for a breather." 

"Really? Just a breather?”, MJ added, “Because I don’t recall you walking back inside." 

"Yeah, me either”, Chloe said, “it was as if you just went home or something." 

You scratched the tip of your nose, tangling all threads tied to you together, switching everyone’s thought process. You added fake scenes of you being present at the party, practically inserting them in everyone’s minds. 

"What are you guys talking about?”, you said a little more confidently, “I was definitely there." 

"Hmm, now that you say it”, Leah muses, “I think so too, yeah - I think we shared fruit punch together at the end, right?" 

You smiled at her brightly, "Totally!" 

Of course, the only person you had shared a punch with was currently God knows where doing who knows what and it pushed you further down the negativity spiral. What was wrong with you, losing sleep over something like that? 

In London, while sight seeing a little thing had happened, and all of a sudden the bus was in shambles, and you got separated from Ned, MJ and the other group in the middle of all the chaos. Brad was right there with you, and you both took shelter under a shady roof, hearing pebbles pitter pattering down the metal of the roof like it was raining. 

”God“, Brad huffed, "I hope MJ and the others are fine!" 

You nodded, catching your breath, "I hope so too, also is there any network on your phone?" 

He fished around his pockets for his phone, checking it with a frown, "Nope, you?" 

You clicked your tongue, "How do we contact them now? Should we go out?" 

Just then a drone like machine fell through the roof, piercing the metal like it was nothing and crashed between Brad and you. You both jumped in opposite directions trying to save yourselves from the blow, letting out a gasp. 

"I don’t really think we should”, Brad suggested, flabbergasted as more and more drones began falling down from the sky, “I don’t even know what’s happening!" 

You gasped for air, going back to that breathless party hall, feeling far from what could be called safe. A spark of fear shot through you, and you figured that it was a solid possibility that Brad could be the one having those thoughts about you back then. 

Peter wasn’t even here to save you right now. 

You tried to conceal your fear, turning away from him. But then another thought arrived to you, unbidden - what if tried to attack you when you weren’t looking?  You turned back around to find he standing right where he was, exhaling in relief. He groaned in frustration, "Ugh, what do we do?" 

"I - I think we should get to another safe spot first”, you suggested, “Yeah?" 

The drones had stopped a little and chaos seemed to have settled down a bit. You both ventured out of the roof, stepping over broken boulders and scattered stones, trying not to trip. 

"Be careful Y/N”, Brad warned you as you almost stumbled over a cracked pavement, “you alright?" 

Brad’s question fell on deaf ears, because you were frozen in place, only one thing before your eyes. He soon followed you trail of vision and let out an audible gasp in shock. 

"I really like you”, MJ said with a smile, bashful and glowing, “I’m sorry I didn’t say it before. But I do." 

You watched as she leaned forward and stole a kiss from his lips, pulling back shyly only to do it again.

You could hear blood roaring in your ears when Peter pushed ahead and grabbed her neck, kissing her again, this time deeper and better. 

His mask was off, a blur of red and black that you hadn’t seen before. Busted lip, blood trickling down his chin - it was as if his bruises were pricking at your own skin. Strangely enough, there was a red thread linking his index finger to yours, mocking you in your face. 

He was probably thinking of telling you how awesome his first kiss with MJ was, you figured. You didn’t touch it. 

"Holy shit”, Brad exclaimed next to you, “is that… MJ’s kissing Spiderman!"  Only when Peter’s eyes met yours, a flash of recognition going off in those dreamy hazel irises did you realise how blurred your vision was. Moisture ran down your cheeks, dripping from your chin just as Peter’s blood did, and your hand went up to touch it, expecting a bloody red tinge in your tears. 

There wasn’t anything, just plain salty tears. You didn’t even want to breathe anymore. 

You grabbed a hold of Brad’s clenched fist, pulling him in the opposite direction from Peter, twisting his threads to erase any recognition of Peter’s face from his brain lest his identity got revealed. 

"Woah - relax Y/N!”, he mumbled, his face pale and red rims beneath his eyes, “I just..”, he chuckled bitterly, “I just got my heart broken." 

You paused, staring directly in his eyes with a small smile on your lips, "I know, me too." 

The plane ride back home was the worst, you had to endure Peter and MJ's stupid PDA for nine whole hours, but finally the plane landed and thankfully he still hadn’t confronted you about catching you crying back when he kissed MJ. 

You briskly walked ahead of the couple that was holding hands, drenched in love. Ignoring the elephant in the the room was easier than addressing your feelings for him to his face at least. 

May received them both with big smiles and you turned your head, heading home quietly. Once again, invisibility felt like a luxury. Especially from Peter. 

A week had gone by and Midtown was buzzing with news about the new couple, rubbing salt to your wound everywhere you went. Mr Hall even asked you once if everything was fine, and when you read his mind you learned that he had his suspicions about your crush on Peter. 

You had, of course waved him off saying it was just stress because finals were approaching. And then you threw yourself into studies, scouring pages over pages day and night trying to relearn what you just studied because you were distracted by daydreams of Peter. 

In lunch breaks, you gave them privacy by sharing the popular group’s table again, sometimes having Ned join you, sometimes not because his breakup with Betty was still fresh. You stayed busy, working on something or the other nonstop so you wouldn’t have to talk to Peter or MJ that often, and even when you did it was clipped and awkward on your part.

It was astonishing how they didn’t even realise it. You guessed that’s how occupied with each other they were. 

But then one day Peter called you, about seven times before you picked the phone. 

"Peter? Hey, sorry I was busy -”, you started nonchalantly, hoping you didn’t sound rude but he cut you off. 

“C - can you come over, please?”, he asked you forlornly, “My place, I mean." 

Your brows knotted together, a dread settling in your belly, "Hey, what happened? Are you okay?" 

"See the news, Y/N." 

You shrugged, flicking the channel’s to get to the news broadcasting, shocked to see his photo circulating on the news with the headline, ‘Peter Parker - the real Spiderman blasts innocent people on London, murdering the brave hero Mysterio’. 

” What the -“, you murmured in surprise, your heart beating fast, "Oh my god, Pete - how did this happen?" 

"I don’t know”, he replied in a small voice, “I just - can you please come here? Ned’s on his way too." 

You nodded in understanding, "O - of course, I’ll be there in a minute.” Your mom didn’t even get a chance to complain before you had fled out the door. 

You jogged over to his place, picking up some sandwiches on the way to cheer him up. There were a bunch of reporters swarming outside his apartment, and you managed to grasp all their strings and manipulate their minds to forget about the news. 

It was a temporary solution, but it’ll do for now. You took the stairs, seven floors flying by you in a jiffy, the strain on your muscles only burning once you pressed the doorbell. 

MJ opened the door, making you recoil just a little, but you covered it up with a small smile. “Hey, Y/N.”, she greeted you in a flat tone, seeming shaken too. 

You nodded at her, walking in straight towards Peter, who sat with his head between his hands, May by his side trying to comfort him. “Hi, Peter.”, you breathed, offering him a kind smile when he looked up.

He didn’t even try to smile, beautiful brown eyes swollen and frown lines on his forehead. He stared at you with pursed lips as you took a seat next to him, scooting closer to him on the sofa despite MJ’s scrunched nose at your action. 

“Hey”, you said again, placing a comforting hand on his knee, “Pete, how are you holding up?" 

"What am I gonna do now?”, he asked you with a heartbreaking quiver in his bottom lip, “They’re all coming at me." 

You bit your lip, wanting to hug him tight just to take some of his pain away. You patted his knee, "Don’t - don’t worry about it too much, we’ll figure out a way to -" 

"It’s out in the world, Y/N”, he interrupted you, face crumbled in defeat, “and everyone’s thinking I’m the bad guy! What do I do now?" 

May gazed at you with a sympathetic look, "He’s been getting hate mail nonstop, I’m sure you saw the reporters down there too." 

Peter’s face morphed into concern, "Oh right - did they harass you? Are you fine?" 

You nodded, "Yeah, I - um, took care of them. Don’t worry about me, I’m always okay”, you smiled weakly, “try not to read all the hate comments, yeah?" 

He rolled his eyes, ”You’d know better than to tell me that, won’t you?“ 

You chuckled, looking at the other people in the room nervously, "I guess”, you said, “but still - I gotta say that, right?" 

He nodded, probably reminded of all the times he had told you to just not focus on the negative thoughts. "Ned’s late”, he said, “I hope he’s okay." 

Suddenly, an idea came to you, and your grip on his knee tightened. "Hey, I - I think”, you trailed off, glancing at MJ pensively, “Um…" 

Peter got the hint pretty easily, and stood up. You stood up too, and MJ opened her mouth to say something but he stopped her. 

"We’ll just - uh, be back in a second, is that cool?”, he directed the question at May, and the older woman nodded calmly. 

Peter held you by your wrist, the red thread spooled between your palms as he led you to his room, shutting the door behind him. Your gaze cast around the room, taking in his uniqueness littered all over the bed and desk. 

This was Peter’s room, you thought, as he sat you on his bunk bed. He crouched down, meeting you at eye level setting the pace of your heart beat higher. 

“Can you -”, he swallowed with hope, “can you do something about this?" 

You licked your lips, "I can try. I mean - the whole world knows about this, so it’s not possible to erase everyone’s thoughts.”, you went on, watching his face’s light diminish.

“Look, Pete”, you took both his hands in yours, squeezing them with care, “You’re… Practically tied with like thousands of threads right now." 

He raised a brow, "I am?" 

You nodded, "Yeah, like, literally tied up in a bunch of them. I can change all those thoughts, but it only lasts as long as they watch the news and find out again." 

His face became thoughtful, eyes pooling with several emotions. The red thread between his and your hand was glowing, different from all others. You didn’t touch it, but kept staring at it. 

"Do you think we should do that?”, he said finally, “I mean - is it even worth the effort?" 

You sighed, "I don’t know, to be honest. But let’s give it a try?" 

He nodded, "So you’ll just… Make them think that this didn’t happen?" 

You hummed in agreement, letting go of his hands and bending down to collect all strings together. Both your hands were barely enough to hold all of them together, and you purposely left out your red one in case it altered Peter’s mind too. 

He was staring at you, dazed and you bunched the threads together. "Ready?”, you asked him, “Here we go." 

You twisted the threads, your body hit by a million words at once, hitting your brain like physical, tangible needles all at once. You grunted in pain as your head throbbed, not letting go of the threads even though you really wanted to. 

Peter’s hands came up to your shoulders in a futile attempt to comfort you. Dizziness came to you, your thoughts swirling together. It was as if you were floating, tiny black dots swimming in your vision. 

He looked worried, you noted, before passing out on his bed. You stayed semi conscious, actually - registering Peter’s hurried movements around you and the burn of his gaze on your skin. Your head could be bursting like a giant firecracker, or so it seemed, but you knew one thing for sure. 

You had successfully manipulated memories of thousands of people to save Peter’s identity. 

A hot hand lightly tapped your cheek, and your eyes fluttered open. Peter’s face came to your mind, and then in your sight. 

"Oh god, you passed out!”, he fretted, supporting your back and helping you sit up. “Are you fine?!" 

You groaned, "Yeah, m'okay, I - I think it worked." 

He blinked, "Y/N, I don’t care about that right now - you just blacked out!" 

You laughed, "Pete, I don’t think that’s a matter of concern right now”, you rubbed your temples, “it happens sometimes when I alter a lot of minds together." 

"Well you should have told me that before, you dummy!”, he chided you, flicking your nose, “I was scared shit!" 

You smiled, your heart brimming with your feelings for him. Now would be a nice time to tell him, no? His face was so close to yours, hand on your shoulder and you were both on his bed. 

So of course, you decided to stay quiet and swallowed your words again. 

Peter seemed to have felt the tension too, because he wordlessly backed away from you. You both sat cross legged on the bed, facing each other. 

"Obviously, mind control is out of the question now”, he mused more to himself, “I guess - we don’t have any other choice, hmm?" 

You smiled at him, "I think you should face this, Pete”, you said soothingly, “I mean - it won’t be easy of course, but that’s the best way, isn’t it?" 

"I’m scared, Y/N." 

You reached out to hug him again, pressing a chaste kiss on his temple. Tears sprang to your eyes at his vulnerability, but the scene was cut short by the sound of the door banging. 

"What are you guys doing in there?”, MJ asked with a slight edge to her tone, “And why’s the door locked?" 

You sprang apart, Peter’s face flushed and your cheeks flaming hot. He jumped out of bed and unlatched the door stopper, letting MJ in. 

"We were just”, he lied, “discussing what to do." 

You nodded along, grateful that he didn’t reveal your secret to MJ. MJ eyed you both in suspicion, but didn’t say anything. "Anyway Ned’s here, he hasn’t even checked the news can you believe it?”

You exchanged a knowing look with Peter, glad that your mind control worked. He smiled a little and you both came out of his room. Ned was waiting there, and it seemed that May had filled him in on what had happened. 

“ Hey man, I’m so sorry ”, he said, hugging Peter immediately, “I had no idea, weird right?" 

You winked at Peter when he glanced at you, and then you all sat down again. May treated you all to lunch, and when you all parted goodbye to your Spiderman friend you wished him good luck to face the next day. 

Unfortunately, the next day, present day now, came with a lot of surprises for Peter and you. First came the finals dates announcement, which to be fair wasn’t that important in comparison to the other things. 

Then came the pressing questions, all aimed at Peter - outrage, hate, pure ugly hatred directed at him for everything that he hadn’t even done. Even the teachers were convinced Peter was the bad guy in this situation. 

But worse was MJ’s silence through the accusations. You nad Ned had been defending Peter nonstop since the morning, but MJ hadn’t so much as uttered a word in his defence. 

This came as a surprise, especially for Peter who had expected his usually wonderful and fierce girlfriend to stand up for him. MJ had her own point of view - one you couldn’t argue with in fact. 

"Peter, you need to give them time”, she tutted wisely, flipping a page of her textbook in the detention hall (neither of them had detention but, still), “London’s attack was pretty recent, you can’t expect us all to just forget about it." 

You had walked in then, to hand some papers to Mrs Hill then. "Oh good you’re here”, she said in relief, “watch over those two, yes? I need a washroom break." 

You nodded obediently, taking seat in a chair behind them. MJ turned to you, "Help me out here, Y/N”, she said, “Don’t you remember what happened in London?" 

You stiffened, remembering a lot more than you wanted to. "Um… Yeah, I guess”, you said in a cringey voice, “but then again - we can’t just let everyone blame Peter for something he didn’t do." 

"It’s not about Peter being right or wrong”, she corrected you, “this is just the mass reacting to a situation, and you cannot control this kind of opposition no matter how right you are." 

You frowned, "MJ, we’re not talking about kingdoms and governments, this is Peter - our Peter!" 

She sighed, "You won’t be able to convince everyone that he’s right. This works just like”, she searched for an example, “like how celebrities do - none of them are free from hate, right?" 

You nodded, at a loss of words. Peter had become somewhat of a celebrity after the whole fiasco. Spiderman had been a popular figure before that already, so that didn’t help either. 

"All I wanted was for you to just tell them not to come at me like vultures”, Peter hissed, “is that too much to ask for?" 

"You literally cannot stomp over mass aggression, Peter!”, MJ argued back, both their faces tense and angry. 

You gulped, wanting to stay away from the fight. It didn’t feel right, them being twitchy and annoyed with each other. 

“It wasn’t that hard for Y/N to shut them down.”, Peter grumbled, regretting it as soon as he saw MJ’s face. 

“Well that’s because Y/N is popular in school, unlike some of us!”, MJ huffed back, her words sounding like stabs at you even though you knew she didn’t mean to. 

Thankfully, Mrs Hill was back then, and you quickly rushed outside, not wanting to create more conflict between them. Peter’s red thread was still latched onto your earring, but you didn’t dare touch it.

For the whole day you received part of the hate from all people who had seen you defend Peter, and it got so bad that at one point you had to excuse yourself to the washroom in order to escape the guilt of snooping around in other people’s brains.

You had no idea Peter would follow you outside, but when you emerged from the girl’s washroom he was waiting out for you, arms crossed. You offered him a wobbly smile, and he seemed to have picked up the message.

“Wanna get out of here?”, you said, his voice hoarse and face devoid of any emotions.

“Sure.”, you replied, letting him guide you to the school’s back entrance. His arm snaked around your waist and you both took a leap across the tall gates that were locked right now, landing on the other side smoothly. Dusting your jeans, you waited for him to decide where to go.

“Let’s go to Mr Delmar’s shop”, he suggested, eyes twinkling, “I hope he doesn’t kick me out.”

You smiled at him, “He’d never kick you out, Pete.”

Indeed, Mr Delmar was kind to him, and listened to his rambling about being wrongly blamed with great patience. He even offered you two a free treat, and you spent the afternoon playing with Murph and munching on sandwiches. With Peter, the silence was always amicable.

A few days went by and finals were inching closer, and the relationship between Peter and MJ only went downhill. More and more fights, several of which were because of you, although you didn’t really wish for that to happen, and then came the breaking point after three weeks. 

MJ called it quits, realising that their friendship would get destroyed if they let their possessiveness and jealousy get the best of them. Thankfully, the arguments toned down a bit after the boyfriend - girlfriend actor was out of the picture and for a brief period you felt like you were back to normalcy, four friends who had unresolved feelings for each other.

At least, you knew for a act that MJ did. Peter, you weren’t quite sure, because recently his moods had been fluctuating like crazy. The only resemblance of his past self came out when you both would stroll aimlessly about the town after school or sneak out sometimes.

The intensity of hatred towards him, both of you had gone down as well, but people hadn’t forgotten Spiderman’s evil deeds in London yet. It took Happy a great deal of digging around to find evidence against Mysterio, and even after an official press conference and statement later which proved Peter’s innocence, majority of people still were dicey with regard to his credibility.

“Did you get hurt”, Peter asked you out of the blue one day, “back at London?”

You took a swig of your juice, hanging out at his apartment with him and May, “Nope, why?”

“Well, I swear I saw you crying”, he muttered, forehead lined with a crease, “I’m sure I did.”

“Cookies? Anyone want some fresh cookies?”, May chimed in on purpose, “I’ll get  them, okay?”

You knew what she was hinting at, especially after that wink she sent you. But were you ready to confess to him just a few days after his break up? You didn’t think you’d ever truly be ready for that.

“Oh hey, didn’t Brad see me as Spiderman back then?”, Peter mused, “He didn’t talk about it later though.”

You rolled your eyes, “That’s because I made him forget that part to save your cover!”

His eyes widened in recognition, a grateful smile dancing on his lips. “You’re a lifesaver, thanks Y/N!”

“Nevermind that”, you mumbled shyly, “just tell me if you’re prepared for finals or not, I badly need help!”

“I’m always here for you”, he grinned, oblivious to the butterflies left rampant in your belly when he said that, “am I not?" 

"Yes”, you smiled, a bittersweet ache in your chest, “you always are." 

And so finals came around the corner, your evenings spent holed up in the library with Ned and Peter and occasionally MJ, who seemed to maintain a distance with him whenever possible. 

Rumours were rampant during finals week, all sorts of things about your relationship with Spiderman. Speculations about you dating Peter had increased, and at least thrice you had been asked whether you two were together or not. 

You were astounded by how unfazed Peter was when you’d tell him what everyone was thinking about you two. It was as if he didn’t mind that at all, and it was excruciating because it gave you hope. You didn’t want to dwell on hope, but the flame never burned out either. 

Since people weren’t completely trusting of him, you were often by yourselves, giving him plenty of time to learn everything about you and vice versa. Sometimes you’d both read random people’s minds, and then pretend you didn’t out of guilt. 

Peter stared at you a lot lately, to a point where you could feel heat radiating off your cheeks under his gaze. 

"What are you looking at?”, you asked him once boldly, daring him to cross the line you had been dancing over for a long time. 

“You.”, he replied casually, pencil spinning between his deft fingers, “What else? You’re pretty." 

You tucked a strand of hair behind your hair, blushing, "Sure, okay.”, you said in a high voice. 

“You were crying back at London, weren’t you?”, he said again, leaning impossibly closer to you. 

You sighed, “Yes, I was. What about it?" 

Finals were over, and vacations were on, which meant more hanging out with Peter. Like right now, you were both hiding in his room, doodling and chatting about stuff. 

"Why?”, he pressed on, his eyes darkening, “Did - did Brad do something?" 

You paused, "No, of course not. I’ll admit, for a second I did think he would, but he really liked MJ so much I don’t think he’d ever take a chance with me." 

Peter hummed, face betraying no signs of jealousy over Brad’s obsession over his ex girlfriend. He crossed his legs, falling on his back on the bed. You cracked your knuckles, stretching your feet on his chair. 

"So why were you crying?" 

You huffed, "I don’t know”, you lied, “just because." 

"I don’t think so”, he muttered suspiciously, “someday I’ll extract the truth from you." 

You laughed, "You really wish you could read my mind right now, don’t you?" 

He laughed too, "Yeah, I do." 

"Well, let me make it easier for you”, you said slyly, “I am thinking of Murph right now." 

He clicked his tongue, "I really didn’t expect someone like you to like Delmar’s when we first hung out, ya know?" 

You raised a brow, "Someone like me?" 

He shifted, facing you, "You know… Popular, pretty - cool. I think Delmar’s was for losers like me.”

You glared at him, “I hate it when you say that, Pete." 

He rolled his eyes, "I know, I know - I’m not a loser, I love myself, we’re all super positive in this house”, he joked, “but back then I thought you’d never be friends with nerds like Ned and me." 

You scoffed, "I was friends with Flash, just think how desperate for friends I was!”, you groaned, “I was so pathetic it makes me cringe." 

He grinned, "Flash really was a bad choice, I’ll admit. But I don’t blame you for it”, he said thoughtfully, the red thread between him and you hanging loosely, “I can imagine how tough it is… With the mind reading and all." 

You hugged your knees closer to your chest, "I guess so, but it’s okay now. I’ve got you, eh?”

He smiled, “Yep, you’ve got me." 

College applications and high school graduation sped past Peter and you, your friendship deeper and stronger. Everyone at school had predicted that if any girl could become a permanent partner for Peter, (who had miraculously gone from a loser to a Heartbreaking hero that girls flirted with), it’d be Midtown’s Princess - you. 

It made sense that you could handle him without getting hurt in a relationship, like Liz and MJ failed to do. MJ remained close friends with you guys, but her choice of college was farther away from yours.

On the other hand, you ended up rooming with your two year long crush now, the domestic lifestyle feeling natural and easygoing with Peter. It was as if you were both meant for this kind of thing. 

"Whatcha thinkin’ ?”, he whispered to you, flicking the channels of the TV.  

You were both entangled on the couch May had gifted you guys for the new college year, the blanket messed between your limbs and an empty popcorn bowl strewn on the floor. 

You shifted, nestling further in the crook of his neck, “Mm, nothing”, you murmured, “Just wondering how we got here. You and me." 

He chuckled, eyes glued to the screen, "Yeah? I guess if you told me two years back that our school’s most popular girl would be my best friend and roomie, I wouldn’t believe it either." 

You giggled, "I know, right? I wouldn’t ever have the idea that I’d finally get Peter Parker to be my friend - an actual friend!" 

He smiled lazily, "Why me? You had many friends.”

“They weren’t… Friends, I think.”, you said, “I mean yeah, the whole school knew me but you? You know me, you know what I mean?" 

He nodded, "I guess so." 

You stared at the red thread looped around your hands, pointing at it to him. "You’re always thinking of me”, you remarked, “that thread’s always there." 

He didn’t deny it, "Yes, but you’re thinking of me too, aren’t you?" 

You nodded, a warm confidence bubbling in you. "Hey, remember when you said you wanted to read my mind?" 

He sat upright, attention shifting on you, "What about it?" 

You bent down, picked up the red thread and held it out for him, "I don’t know if this will work”, you said nervously, “but I’ll give it a try." 

His hand hovered over yours, and you guided the thread into his palm. Closing his fingers around the thread, you closed your eyes. 

Can you hear my mind? 

He blinked, fist tightening around the thread that was invisible to him. He gawked at you as you laid your innermost thoughts bare for him, exposing your state of mind at London, at homecoming and right now to him. 

"Did you just…?”, he reeled, voice barely audible and a deep red flush, akin to the string that always connected him and you blooming on his cheeks. 

You nodded, your heart beating loudly. You didn’t want to hide it anymore, simple as that. You tipped your head towards him, smiling when he did too. You released the thread from your grip, not needing to peer into his mind anymore. His eyes were enough for that. 

He let go of the thread when your lips met. 

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Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven

Warnings:  Topics of death, fluff, angst, PTSD and depression, substance abuse, language, violence, gore, language, ignoring some of the MCU timeline/AU

Word Count: 7130 (longest chapter yet, but I promise it’s worth it!)

Summary: You and Peter reach a boiling point and finally have no choice but to meet at your crossroads…

A/N: I know I keep saying this, but I think this has now become my favorite chapter as of yet. You guys were super sweet sending me so much love and kind words about the last chapter, I wrote this one with all ya’ll in mind; so let me know what you guys think! If you wish to be added to the tag list, you can reply to the post or DM me. (Also I found this .gif on google, so if you made it, or know who did, let me know and I will credit!) Thank you xx -N

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"Hey guys I need to tell y'all something", you hiccuped, your eyes glazed and narrowed, "I'm Spiderman!" 

Peter sighed, dragging himself to where you sat, offering you his hand to help you stand. MJ smiled at your antics and Ned was guffawing, the reception area of the dentist's clinic cramped with too many people.

He didn't understand why everyone had to come see you after you had your wisdom tooth taken out, especially since you were so heavily medicated and totally out of it. He low-key wanted to be alone with you, maybe film a few goofy reactions and tease you later, take care of you. 

"Yeah, your secret's out", he droned, rolling his eyes, pulling you up when you stayed slumped on the leather seat, "let's go home now, okay?" 

You shook your head, "Nyah, I wanna go on patrol duties", you giggled, "and shoot webs at bad guys!" 

Peter smiled when you finger gunned him, going "pew - pew" with eyes shut and a dopey stretch of lips. 

"Alright then", he heaved, lifting your body and putting his arms around your waist to hold you uptight, "I'll take you there, yeah?" 

You nodded happily, letting him carry you out of the clinic. MJ and Ned followed behind, filming the whole thing. 

"This will be a riot when she wakes up", Ned said devilishly, "she's gonna be pissed." 

Peter nodded, his heart beating so fast because the girl of his dreams was sprawled all over him being the most adorable person ever. "Y/n? Can you - can you walk?", he asked you gingerly, trying to get away from you. 

He didn't want to take unjust advantage of you. 

You hummed, "Sure, look -", you pretended to march like a soldier, jogging in your own place, "Are we home yet?" 

Peter chuckled, his eyes mooning over at your cute walk, knees going up and down and wiggling like a worm. He motioned for Ned to shut the video recorder off, and then stepped closer to you. 

"Hey, don't freak out okay? I'm just gonna -", he lifted you in his arms, princess style, " - take you home real quick. That's okay, right?" 

You nodded, half out of your senses. Ned tapped his shoulder, "Dude, her home is twenty minutes away from here!" 

He shrugged, looking directly at MJ, "You guys can go home now, I'll take care of her." 

MJ smirked at him, "Wanna get rid of us so fast? That's brutal, Peter."  

"Lethal? What's lethal?", you mumbled suddenly, "I'm spiderman, you can tell me!" 

Peter sighed again, flicking the tip of your nose, "She said brutal, silly. Not lethal. Now come on, let's go. May's waiting for you at home." 

"We'll leave you lovebirds alone then", Ned winked at him, "See ya! Take care Y/n!" 

You waved at them behind Peter's back, saying something in gibberish that nobody could make out. Peter carried you all the way home, enjoying the quiet moment. 

"Yo Pete", you chimed as he crossed the road, "I am spiderman." 

He chuckled, "Okay, you're Spiderman." 

You screeched, lightly punching his shoulders, "You're supposed to say -", you threw your arms around his neck, "that you're Spiderman!" 

He raised a brow, "Is that so?" 

You nodded like a little girl, your fists holding bunched up material of his t-shirt. "You swing by my house at night", your long lashes blinked at him curiously, "Don't you?" 

His breath hitched in his throat, "Y - you know it's me?" 

You hummed, "Of course", you pressed your ear to his chest, your hair falling over your face, "your heart's beating." 

He deadpanned, "That's what hearts do, Y/n." 

You clicked your tongue, moaning as waves of pain came over you, "Shut up, I mean it's beeeating!"

A while later, you added in a small voice, "Like mine is." 

He tilted his head,waning down to make sure he heard right. "Your heart is beating too?" 

You nodded, a small pout on your lips, "Fast. Like, zoom! Zoom - zoom - whoop!" 

He gulped, "W - why?" 

You looked away, "Because you're..." 

He strained his ears to hear better, "Because I'm what?"

You stuck out your tongue at him, going off to recite a poetry instead. He sighed, wondering what you were about to say. He set you on the ground as your house came closer in the view, and rang the doorbell. 

You were leaning against his back when May opened the door, her face brightening up as she saw you two. 

"Come on in, how's she feeling now?", she asked Peter, supporting you. 

"She's totally knocked out, they gave her those pain meds so she's a bit doozy.", he replied, "Help me get her to the bed, please?" 

May nodded, and the two of them somehow managed to tuck you in your bed. You were still murmuring incomprehensible words, eyes wide open and face swollen and red. 

"Good thing I waited back here, right?", May said, offering him some water, "You staying back here now?" 

Peter glanced at you with affectionate eyes, then said, "Yeah, gotta look out for her, right?" 

May gave him a knowing smile, standing up, "I'm going to work then", she announced, "you make sure she's fine. And if you need anything, call me." 

Peter waited for May to lock the door before turning his attention back at you, a fond smile on his face while he brushed your hair away from your face. You were peering at him with your glossy doe eyes, a silly smile smeared on your face. 

"Will you come by my window tonight?", you asked him dreamily, "We can have tea!" 

Brows furrowed, he said, "Tea?" 

You nodded, "Yeah and I'll be a princess and we can play tea party!" 

He laughed, covering his mouth with his hand, "What? Woah there Y/n, didn't know you had a seven year old hidden in you!" 

You winked at him, finger gunning him again, "Part of the parcel baby, all part of this", you pointed at yourself, "hot stuff." 

Peter blushed, looking out the window, "Hey your teeth don't hurt, do they?" 

You clicked your tongue again, wincing at the motion, "Ow - now it does", your hand reached out to grab his wrist, "let's get ice-cream then!" 

Peter licked his lips, heart thumping and his wrist burning where your hand touched his, "Don't you want to go to sleep?" 

You made a face, "I wanna play, Pete", you tugged at his wrist, "let's play trick or dare." 

He grinned, "You mean truth or dare." 

You huffed, "Same thing, okay pick -", you looked up on his eyes, catching him off guard with your intensity, "truth or dare?" 

He rasped out, "T - truth." 

"Who do you love?"

Peter's eyes widened in shock, his skin flaming hot and mouth dry all of a sudden. He averted his gaze from your innocent face, not willing to confess his love to a drunk version of you. 

"Go on, say it!", you pressed on, your grip on his wrist tight, "I'll tell you who I love if you tell me who you love!" 

Peter swallowed, partly tempted by the idea. You won't remember half the stuff tomorrow when you're feeling better anyway, right? No, he shook his head, this isn't right. It's not fair to you. 

"Why don't you go to sleep, pretty girl?", he said smoothly, pulling a blanket over you, "Your tooth hurts, doesn't it?" 

You nodded meekly, hold your hand over your cheek. He patted your head gently, "Then sleep the pain off, hmm?" 

You didn't answer, only stared at him intently. He shifted in bed, "Do you want me to - uh, leave?" 

You shook your head, "Stay, I want you", you slurred, "to cuddle with me and -", you stretched in bed, pulling out a small Teddy bear from underneath a pillow, "Mr Snuffles. Please?" 

Peter couldn't say no, not to that hopeful, beautiful eyes. So he complied, switching sides and laying next to you. You pushed Mr snuffles against his chest, and then tried to pull him closer to you. 

He smiled at your weak, medicine affected woozy attempts to snatch him near you. Warmth bubbling in his heart, he moved to you and hesitantly put his arm around you. 

"Good night, Spiderman", you whispered to him, blissfully hugging him back, "I won't tell anyone that you're Peter." 

Peter smiled, placing a kiss on your temple, "Thanks, Y/n." 

You had already drifted to sleep and didn't catch his slow, muffled confession,

"I love you. Sleep tight."

A/N - whoop, sorry this was short, but my laptop isn't working and this is all I could fish out from my phone, hope you like it ♥

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