#spiderman request

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Word Count:1135

Warnings: really nothing

Requested by @choosetoalwayslivitup “ Maybe after patrol, reader and Peter return to Stark Tower and the reader stitches Peter up? But then Peter notices the reader needs help too, so he offers to fix her injuries? “

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Hi, sweetie! I might soften the angst a little bit, especially about the death part, but other than that I really like this idea and I have added it to my writing list! Since I feel like Raimi's Spiderman is a less popular fandom, though... can I ask that you reblog when it's up, please? It would help me out a lot! Thank you so much, and for requesting as well!

request: Hi love! Would you mind writing an imagine with peter Parker where the avengers rescue you from HYDRA and you’re the same age as peter and he remembers you from when y’all were kids and so do you and he helps you deal with the trauma and y’all fall in love?

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (!!reader and peter both 17 in this fic!!)

word count: 1700

warnings: fluuuuuuuff. mentions of captivity, medical torture and hella anxiety + ptsd. but FLUUUUUUUFF.

author’s note: After almost a week of writer’s block and 0 content, I gift to you all, an Easter miracle: two fics in one day. 

In all seriousness, thank you heaps to anon for the request, this was a sweet one to write for and I hope I did your vision justice! We love wholesome Spidey content in this household. ~ Toria <3

The first thing you became aware of, as you slipped back into consciousness, was the sensation of movement. Not the usual, fluid motion of the gurney you would be strapped to on your way to the main medical auditorium. No, this time, you were being carried.

Carried? Why on earth would they be carrying me?

You were unaware of falling unconscious once more until the second time you managed to fight your way through the familiar haze of sedative-induced sleep. Now, you could make out a blur of unfamiliar voices around you as the movement continued, making a wave of particularly aggressive nausea wash over you.

“… Another Hydra experiment…”

“… Get her to the Tower…”

“… Fading fast…”

You half-giggled to yourself, lost in a sea of euphoria and confusion. You remembered now; you were a lab rat. Hydra’s new plaything. Nothing more than a weapon to be poked, prodded and shaped by your captors.

Your bleary eyes fluttered open just long enough to make out shapes and faces. There was a shock of red and gold to your left, and a flash of blonde above you. You vaguely noted the change of scenery as the sound of footsteps on metal rung out around you, and what might have been an engine started off in the distance.

“Y/N!?”

The last thing you heard before the comforting darkness washed over you once more, taking you under, was a familiar voice, calling out to you from afar, stirring up memories you were unaware you still had the capacity to reach.

… Peter…

pairing: peter parker x reader

request number twenty three: can i request this where it’s the reader and peter parker’s first time doing it but they get caught by aunt may?

warnings: it’s smut but it’s cute :)

notes: hope you don’t mind that it’s a headcanon! again thanks to @thotgomery for the format (and check her peter stuff out cause they’re really great and inspired this)

also give me feedback! love that

secret’s out - peter parker

warnings - mild language, like 3 curse words. my awful interpretation of american high school haha

pairing - peter parker x stark!fem!reader

word count - 3044 (yay finally they’ve been so short recently sorry!!)

Warmth.

The first thing you felt. The warmth from the sunlight beaming in through the window. The warmth of the blankets you were nestled under. The warmth from the body wrapped around yours.

Opening your eyes slowly, you could see the mess of hair on the pillow next to you. A faint smile crossed your lips as you rubbed your tired eyes and snuggled further into the body next to you, eliciting a sleepy moan. Peter’s arms tightened around you and you let out a breathy laugh.

“Peter,” your voice was raspy, sending your boyfriend crazy. “You’re gonna be late.”

“I don’t care,” his eyes remained closed, as if he was grasping on to his last few minutes of sleep. He pressed his face further into the pillow, breathing deeply.

“I’m gonna be late,” you leaned into him, taking in his scent. These were your favourite types of mornings, waking up beside him, enjoying each other’s presence.

Peter groaned, stretching his arms dramatically. You giggled, watching him as he almost fell out of the bed. He opened his eyes slowly and looked over you, taking in your semi-conscious appearance. He smiled down at you and leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek. You smiled back up at him, sitting up to face him.

“I’m going to shower,” he announced, standing drowsily and trying to even his balance. You watched him as he padded through your bedroom towards the bathroom, and sighed as he closed the door behind him. You heard the water turn on and stood slowly, moving towards your wardrobe. Rifling through your clothes, you eventually decided on a pair of leggings and an old t-shirt. Putting them on quickly, you sat back down on the bed and grabbed your phone from your bedside table. Clicking it on, the time appeared before you.

“Shit,” you stood and sprinted over to the bathroom door. “Peter! It’s 7:45, you might want to hurry up.”

A series of crashes were the only response, before Peter opened the door,  dripping wet in only a towel. “Crap.”

You ran over to your drawers, grabbing some of Peter’s clothes that had been left there, tossing them towards him as he hurried to dry his hair. He threw them on instantly, droplets of water still dotted across his skin.

“I’ll grab something to eat on the way,” he rushed past you, grabbing his backpack and giving you a quick kiss. “I’ll see you after school!”

He opened the window and flung himself out of it. A breath caught in your throat, only releasing when you saw him swinging down the block. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you turned, then noticed his Midtown sweater lying on the floor. Walking over, you picked it up and considered it in your hands. On multiple occasions Peter had left it here and had returned throughout the day to pick it up, so this was pretty normal. Tying it around your waist you dismissed your thoughts and headed towards the lab.

Working with your father was an interesting experience. The time that wasn’t spent deciphering some complex equations was passed arguing and screaming due to your clashing personalities. Everyone said that you were too alike, “there’s too much Tony in you”, but you knew it was because you both wanted to do the right thing and your opinions conflicted on what the right thing was.

You threw open the door to the lab and found Bruce working at a large screen. He glanced up quickly, giving you a small smile before going back to his work. You had learnt over time that leaving Bruce to work whilst he was in the zone was the best way to go about any social interaction. You didn’t want to risk him losing his train of thought, as he was often assisting your father with something important. You continued through the lab until you found Tony sitting at a computer, coffee cup in hand.

“I didn’t think coffee was really your thing,” you joked, sitting in the chair next to him.

“Usually it’s not,” he turned to look at you, crossing his legs. “But I’ve been looking at this damn code for so long I think I’m actually going crazy.”

“Let me have a look,” you turned the screen to face you, flicking back up to the start. “What’s the issue?”

“It keeps giving me random numbers, can’t figure out why. Equations are all good, checked the values and everything with Bruce. I can’t get it,” he stood, stretching his legs and walking in small circles, a hologram appearing containing various bits of data.

“Oh,” you said, your eyebrows raised. “It’s here, you’re missing a bracket. Syntax error.”

The look Tony gave you could have moved planets, you had never seen someone look more shocked and simultaneously confused.

“What?” he sat down again, pulling the screen towards him. “Well then, I think it’s clear where you got your brains from.” He leaned back in the chair, taking a swig of coffee.

“Y’know, it’s pretty normal for stuff like that to slip by. It’s like 7 in every 10 times there’s an issue, it’s probably syntax,” you smiled, voicing your Stark sarcasm. Despite not inheriting many of Tony’s appearances, you definitely had the same sense of humour. Running the program, you saw the data appear on the hologram and Tony’s eyes lit up like christmas lights.

“What’s next?” you smiled, feeling proud of yourself.

“Bruce is working on a prototype of an anti-gravity device, but we need some stuff picking up. Could you run out for us?” he looked across at the grimace on your face, then added to his point. “You can get food.”

“Sold, to the man with the glowing chest,” you stood up, exaggerating your point at your father. He tossed you a credit card and you shoved it in your pocket. “What do you need?”

“I’ll get FRIDAY to send it to you, it’s just some simple materials. Shouldn’t be too hard to find. Take Happy with you, he seems to be getting comfortable downstairs,” Tony glanced across at you, a smile on his face. “Thank you for this.”

You sent a smile to your father, then turned towards the elevator.

“FRIDAY? Bottom floor, please,” you spoke, easing at the familiar voice in response.

“Of course Miss, I’ll send the list from Mr Stark and Dr Banner to your cell phone.”

“Thanks.”

Upon reaching the bottom floor, you saw Happy outside the front door waiting. You strolled over and pushed open the large, glass door. “Good morning Happy!”

“I see someone was here this morning,” Happy looked up from his phone, giving you one of his signature looks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“The longer this goes on, the more trouble it’s going to be when the boss finds out.”

“I know, Happy. I get it, I’ll sort it,” you opened the car door and jumped in, Happy doing the same in the driver’s seat. “Downtown is probably our best bet, and I’ve heard there’s a really good churro place.”

“Peter,” Ned called down the hallway as Peter sped towards him. “Dude, you’re late for Chem and Mr Cobwell is in a bad mood.”

“Shit,” Peter muttered, pulling his backpack further up his back. “What do I do?”

“I got you bro, I told him you were at the nurse.”

“Ned, I owe you. Big time,” Peter finally allowed himself to breathe, leaning over to place his hands on his knees. “What’s next period?”

“Gym,” Ned replied. “I heard they’re gonna put one of those Captain America videos on again.”

“Gym, okay. Wait-”

“Peter, just come sleep,” you spoke softly, reaching your arms out from underneath the blankets. “It’s nice and cozy.”

“But what if your dad comes in?”

“FRIDAY,” you looked towards the ceiling. “Tell me if dad comes anywhere near the hallway, please. Wake me up if I’m asleep?”

“Of course, Miss.”

“Thank you!” you turned back towards Peter. “I’m starting to think you just wanted an excuse.”

“Of course not,” Peter smiled down at you, leaning across to take your hand in his. “Just let me take these off.”

He leaned back to unbutton his jeans and remove them quickly, before taking off his sweater, throwing it across the room.

“Shit, I left it at (Y/N)’s,” Peter spoke to himself, louder than he had realised.

“(Y/N)? Like (Y/N) Stark?” Ned’s voice rose alongside his enthusiasm

“Shhhh!” Peter pulled his friend into a hallway. “Okay, yes, (Y/N) Stark. But you can’t tell anyone. I mean anyone. Not even MJ.”

“Oh, okay,” Ned nodded, confident in his ability to keep a secret whilst Peter felt the exact opposite.

“I think I have a spare shirt in my locker,” Peter trailed off, stepping towards the row of lockers in the corridor.

Driving towards Brooklyn was a calming experience. You sat with your legs up on the dashboard, the window slightly open so that your hair blew out of your face. Your phone was tucked into your pocket and you had received the list of materials.

“Where can we get anti-static acrylic?” you looked across at Happy, who was fully focused on the road ahead. If it had been anyone else he would have made them sit in the back, but you had known Happy since you were a kid. He was like an uncle to you, most of the team were family at this point.

“There’s a store in Brooklyn, they stock all kinds of obscure materials. We’ll head there,” he replied without looking at you and you turned to watch outside your window.

As the car pulled up in front of the store, you grabbed a worn-down cap and a pair of sunglasses from the glovebox. You glanced towards Happy, noticing how his phone was instantly in his hand, before opening the door and hurrying into the building. Recently the press had been more interested in you, wanting to ask you about your father and his new apprentice, Spiderman. You had known Peter’s alter ego since the beginning, but it had taken you by surprise when the first paparazzi had asked you about him. You had stumbled over your words, which was strange because you had inherited your father’s cool when talking to strangers. It was safest to try and avoid the paps, for fear of spilling something about Peter or your relationship. That would be difficult to explain to your father.

The store was cold, sending a shiver down your spine as you stepped in. You glanced around before deciding to speak to an employee. Removing your sunglasses, you headed towards a young woman wearing a store shirt.

“Hi, I was wondering if you could help me find some materials?” you asked politely, smiling softly.

“Sure- Oh my god, you’re (Y/N) Stark,” the employee looked at you with wide eyes. You cursed internally, maintaining the smile on your face.

“Uh, yeah,” you chuckled.

“Of course I can help, what are you looking for?” you could hear the nervous waver in her voice.

“Some anti-static acrylic and polarizing film, if you have some?” you continued your confident act despite the defeat that lingered behind your eyes. You knew exactly how this was going to end.

“Let me go have a look in the back, I’ll only be a few minutes,” the girl rushed off, stumbling over her own feet.

You wandered the store when you shivered again. You ran your hands across your arms before remembering the sweater tied around your waist. Untying it, you pulled it on over your t-shirt. Your arms were immediately grateful, the goosebumps that had covered your skin fading away. You had been browsing for a few minutes when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Paps outside, must have found out we’re here - Happy

Opening Twitter on your phone you instantly saw your name trending, the account at the top belonging to the store employee.

“Hi, sorry to keep you waiting,” a familiar voice returned. You looked up to see the employee. “I’ve got your acrylic and film.”

She held out a bag to you and you glanced in to check the contents.

“Thanks,” you smiled, still trying to hide your annoyance. She followed you across to the tills where you pressed your father’s credit card to the card machine before leaving quickly.

The second you stepped outside, your sight was invaded with flashing lights and your ears bombarded with shouts. You swiftly put your sunglasses on and made a bee-line for the car.

“How’s Tony?”

“Have you spoken to Spiderman?”

“Where did you get your sweater?”

Crap.

“Did you see the new pictures of Stark’s kid? She’s wearing our sweater!” Peter overheard a group of girls talking as he headed towards the gymnasium. He immediately pulled out his phone, heading to social media and seeing the pictures of you flash onto his screen.

“Is that your sweater?” Ned peered over his shoulder before Peter brushed him away.

“Who else’s could it be?” Peter racked his brain for an excuse to use in gym class.

As the two boys entered the changing room the subject of conversation continued from one social group to another.

“Yeah, she’s wearing a Midtown sweater.”

“Where did she get it?”“I don’t know, but she’s fit.”

Peter’s blood boiled at the way the boys spoke about you, he wanted nothing more than to stick them against the wall.

“Yo, what are you looking at Parker?” one of the jocks was staring Peter down, who hadn’t realised he had been staring in the first place.

“I- uh- nothing,” Peter backed away, towards where Ned had began to change. He reached into his locker, pulling out a pair of yellow shorts and a white shirt. “All I got. Shit.”

“Dude, it’ll be fine. Coach’ll mention it like once, then you’re fine,” Ned spoke, pulling on his sweater.

Peter and Ned entered the gym with their classmates, Peter sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Parker,” Coach Wilson yelled. “Get over here. Where’s your kit?”

“Sorry Sir, it’s in- in the laundry,” Peter stuttered, looking up at his coach.

“Woah, coincidence. You have that Stark internship, right? Did you lend your sweater to (Y/N) Stark?” Flash yelled out from the bleachers, high-fiving his friends.

“I mean, I’ve never-”

“It’s funny that you have that internship, but you’ve never met Stark or his daughter? Come on,” Flash taunted, pride painted across his face.

“I, uh-”

“He’s met her!” Ned yelled out, standing from his seat on the bleachers. Turning on his heels, Peter’s face flushed red as he glared at his friend.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it,” he spoke sternly. If looks could kill, Ned would be flat on the ground.

“Well then,” Flash spun around, ever the entertainer. “Why not just ask her for your sweater back?”

“I can’t- it’s not. It’s not mine.”The room went silent as Peter’s phone began to ring from his pocket. Lifting it to his ear slowly and giving a quick glance to Coach Wilson, he pressed the answer button.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s (Y/N),” Peter flinched at the name, fully aware everyone else in the gym could hear as it bounced from wall to wall. “I was out and I had your sweater and the press got pictures and now they’ve all blown up online. I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean for any of this-”The panic in your voice was clear, which worried Peter. He had seen you this way only a few times before, he was much more used to the confident, upbeat (Y/N).

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I think they’ve kind of figured it out already,” he turned away from the bleachers, exiting the gym and lowering his voice.

“Are you in class? Sorry, I should have texted.”“No, it’s fine. Wait, what about your dad?”

Peter heard you curse under your breath.

“I’m gonna go talk to him. God I hope he hasn’t seen the pictures yet.”

“Hasn’t he seen you with it before?”

“Not the logo. I need to go, I need to hurry. I’ll let you know if it’s safe to come by after school.”“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you too,” despite everything going on, Peter could hear you smile through the phone.

Re-entering the gym, all eyes were on Peter.

“So, Parker. How does one get a Stark internship?”

You rushed towards the lab, carrier bag in hand. Throwing open the door you placed the bag on a desk next to Bruce and continued through to where you had left your father this morning. He was sat in an almost identical position, staring at the computer screen in front of him. Walking over slowly, you could see the pictures of you on the screen.

“Hey,” you spoke quietly, your hands shaking slightly with anxiety.

“So, I’m assuming it’s Peter’s sweater? Is this just all blown out of proportion?” he looked up at you, radiating a sense of understanding.

“I mean, it’s his. He left it here. This morning,” your eyes darted to the ground, your brain running wild with possible reactions. Most of them bad.

“How long has this been happening?” your father seemed calm, which unsettled you. You had expected him to be annoyed, angry even.

“A few months, pretty much since he came here the first time,” you rubbed your hands together, doing anything to avoid Tony’s gaze.

“Damn,” he leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. “And I didn’t notice the whole time? I must be getting old.”“You’re not mad?” you looked up, your eyebrows furrowing together.

“You know what I was like before you came along, right?” he glanced across at you. You shook your head in response, you didn’t speak much of his life before you.

“Well, I was much worse than you kiddo,” he laughed to himself. “Does he make you happy?”

“Yes,” you exhaled, letting out a breathy laugh.

“Then I’m happy,” Tony stood and walked across to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and smiled down at you. “Now, did you get our stuff?”

Just wanted to let you all know that my requests are open and begging to be used so if you want, dump all your ideas in there and I’ll write them for you!

(I don’t do NSFW) 

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Request: anonymous asked: Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…

Word Count: 1,772

Warnings: angst... lot’s of it 

A/N: So wow i gotta admit this one’s gotta be the saddest i think out of all the parts haha sorry (not sorry) and hey, if you want, it hurts more if you listen to ‘Amnesia’ by 5SOS (just a thought, if you’re into feeling rly sad whilst reading this). But wow thanks so much to all those who’re enjoying this request-oneshot-turned-series! I’m soooooo glad you guys are loving it cuz i’m having such a ball writing it! ❤️❤️ So anyway I think I’m gonna be doing one last part after this, cuz i have such a great way of ending it, i think but more on that later ;} (also i didn’t edit or proofread this really so sorry for grammar lol)

again, anon, if you’re out there THANK YOU for this request ❤️❤️

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“Helloooo? Earth to Peter…” Liz summoned Peter from his deep thoughts about what Flash could possibly try to do tonight to ‘wow you’. He jerked his head toward her, off his propped up forearm.

“Sorry,” he stammered. “What were you saying again?”

“I was just asking what you got for number four ‘cause my equation looks different from yours…” Liz looked at him with concern. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

“Hm? Yeah yeah, no yeah I’m good,” he squeaked. Crap he thought.

“Are you sure, Peter? Because you’ve been—”

“Liz, I’m fine,” he snapped. She withdrew a little, eyebrows still furrowed with worry. Peter immediately regretted speaking so sharply; he knew she was only worried and wasn’t trying to be annoying. But every time he was with her he felt guilty. He would spend the entire time in her company trying to force himself to not feel that way, or at least figure out why; but he just couldn’t.

“Okay, come on,” she grabbed ahold of Peter’s wrist firmly and led them away from their library table.

“What—where’re we going?”

Liz led them up the stairs, through the science wing, up the narrow fire escape stairway, until they finally hit open air. She leaned back on an AC unit, and even though her arms were crossed, her face was soft and expectant.

“Look, I know I’m not supposed to push and stuff if you don’t want to tell me what’s going on,” she began. “But, Peter, you gotta give me something! You have to talk to me.”

“W—What?” he stammered. “We are talking, what do you mean I don’t want to tell you what’s going on? Nothing’s going on…”

Liz cocked her head at him, “Nothing going on? Peter, you haven’t been yourself lately, and it’s making me kinda worried.”

Peter hung his head. The last time he had a conversation about him not being himself still stung potent in his mind. The last thing he wanted now was for this discussion to end up like the last one.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been myself lately,” he pleaded. “I just… honestly just… I… I don’t know what’s going on with me, like I’m trying to figure it out but I just can’t and—” Peter faltered when he saw Liz’s eyes. The worry was hidden behind a deep sadness that he didn’t even know could be seen through someone’s eyes. “What?” he shakily asked.

“I know what’s going on with you, Peter,” Liz whispered. “And I think you know it too, but you don’t want to admit it. God, this sucks,” she muttered. She glanced up, blinking rapidly, trying to put back the tears that were forming against her will. “But that’s what makes you all the more so… so… so good and this so fucking hard.”

Peter couldn’t even speak. He could feel his old friend, guilt, clawing up his stomach and latching onto his chest. He knew what was coming, and he knew why, but he didn’t want to believe it. Part of him wanted what was coming too, but not like this. No, this was going to hurt too much.

Liz took a shaky breath, “I know you haven’t been hanging around Ned and (Y/N) as much. I know you and (Y/N), had like this… this falling out kinda thing. I know you haven’t been the same since that. I know you see me differently now, even though you try so hard to fight against it and not show it, and for that, Peter, thank you. Because I know that that’s so hard to do.

“But I also know how you look at her—don’t feel guilty; you can’t help it. You know you can’t keep a secret to save your life. It’s also just one of those things no one can help or hide. I’ve seen the way you look at her, Peter. It’s okay,” she uncrossed her arms and gripped Peter’s shoulders. His eyes were welling up as well, no matter how hard he clenched his throat or bit his lip. “That way you look at her, Peter? You used to look at me just like that, when you thought I wouldn’t notice. Well, there was less sadness in your eyes then, but considering all things now…”

Peter regretted that what she was saying was true. It was every little thing that had gone through his mind these past couple weeks, but refused to truly believe. He wished it didn’t have to be like this. There had to have been some other way this could’ve played out where no one was crying, where no one was regretting anything.

The only thing he could muster out was a small, “I’m sorry…”

Liz pulled him into a hug. For the first time in weeks, this one didn’t feel empty. Peter didn’t feel distant or like he wanted it to be over so it wouldn’t feel awkward. This was a hug he didn’t want to step away from because it felt real.

“I know,” she whispered. “But I don’t want to be part of the reason you’re not happy.” They stood there, softly holding each other for what they knew was probably the last time. “I just regret not asking sooner. I can’t imagine what it must be like, carrying that around with you all this time…”

“You don’t deserve this,” Peter mumbled into her hair. He felt her exhale a chuckle.

“Yeah, but,” she pulled away, looking down, “life isn’t really about deserving, is it?”

Peter echoed her movements, anxiously twiddling his fingers as Liz began to walk back to the exit.

“Just promise me, you guys’ll both figure it out, okay?” she called back. Peter looked up at her, forcing himself to nod. Liz’s lips pursed into a bittersweet smile, and she turned and shut the door behind her, leaving a physically, mentally, and emotionally numb Peter.

Sightings of Spiderman had doubled within these last few weeks, and the crime rate dropping by nearly the same amount. Many were applauding his productivity, wondering how Queen’s local hero had become so efficient and driven lately.

But you and Ned knew why. It was his distraction. Like those Flash dates had been for you. At least Peter’s was more constant and fulfilling than just your two hours every week.

It wasn’t like the hot air balloon lunch upstate wasn’t completely distracting, or the early screening of some new movie Flash was into (seriously impressive, you had to admit). They worked, but just for a short while. And once you really thought about it, you found that you felt worse afterward than you did before. You were just reminded of how you were trying oh so hard to forget the main reason you were doing those dates in the first place. It was like how you try so hard to forget something that you end up having it come to mind more.

Once Peter and Liz ended things, it didn’t stop your pain. But it did make you realize what you were doing was pointless. So you ended it. Not like Flash cared much anyway. But why make Peter suffer anymore than he was already. He didn’t need the weight of seeing you with Flash, added on to his guilt and sadness from Liz, crushing him more. 

“So what do you wanna watch now?” Ned asked, scrolling through the menu.

“I’m cool with anything really.”

As he selected ‘Ferris Buller’s Day Off’, he passed you the popcorn bowl. “So… have you talked to Peter yet?” he tried to ask lightly and casually.

You sighed, “You know I haven’t.”

Ned turned to you, his voice dropping into a more serious tone. “I think it’s about time you guys face this head on, you know? Confront it. Confront him. Well maybe not confront him, but at least talk to him—”

“Honestly, Ned, I think I’m just gonna feel a whole lot shittier if I do that.”

“Well I can’t keep being the mediator between you two! Honestly I always feel like I have to evenly split my time between you two, running from one end of school to the other just to hang with my two best friends, who don’t even want to talk to each other!”

“You know you don’t have to do that, Ned.”

“I know but I do anyway. ‘Cause I love you guys and if I can do anything to help you guys be happy, I will! So, that’s why I’m saying you guys need to talk.”

“I don’t even know if he’s ready, you know? To talk? I mean it’s only been like what? Two weeks since, you know... That’s not that long—”

“Pretty sure he is now.”

“‘Pretty sure’?”

Ned glanced up from his phone. “Almost positive,” he assured.

You stared at the floor, contemplating whether it was worth it to or not to reopen that wound. You knew you both knew that you had hurt the other. What you didn’t know was whether you were ready to admit why. Why you were hurt in the first place, why you hurt him in return.

Suddenly the bed lurched as Ned leapt off of it, jerking you out of your head. “Sorry, I uh—,” he stumbled to shove his feet back in his shoes. “—I gotta go, I just remembered my mom set a new curfew, so… yeah.”

“What?” your brows furrowed. “Since when?”

“Since now, apparently?”

“What?”

“Sorry, (Y/N)! Enjoy Ferris Buller without me, I’ll see you Monday!” he sped out your door.

“Okay…? Bye?”

As your front door slammed shut with a loud BANG, you pulled out your phone and texted Ned to let you know when he got home. Reading the clock’s display of 10:41, you found it odd that Ned would suddenly barge out like that. You figured you could interrogate him on it back in school, so you laid back and started to scroll through your phone. As early as it was, you found yourself dozing off. Your eyes had just fluttered closed when—

*tap tap tap*

You bolted up, eyelids heavy, not sure if you had really heard it. Grabbing the remote, you shut the TV and listened again. Nothing. Beside you, your phone buzzed and you read Ned’s message.

You up still? it read.

Yeah why???? you replied.

No later had you hit the send button did you hear the window tapping again. You were sure it was real this time, and your body automatically responded faster than your mind did. Throwing the curtains back and raising the window, your heart beat up to your brain. You had no idea where this was going to take you. As you saw those fluffy brown curls amongst the scarlet and blue, your breath caught.

“Hey.”

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