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jubilexe

3 years ago

When Bruce says he cares about you but replace your ass the instant you get killed:

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jubilexe

3 years ago

chosen heroes!

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jubilexe

3 years ago

let's hear it for our annabeth!!! so so excited for her!!!

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jubilexe

3 years ago

If you want another actress for Annabeth, just remember what Rick Riordan said

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jubilexe

3 years ago

LETS GOOOOOO

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jubilexe

3 years ago

“Who are you?”

“I’m you but sluttier.”

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jubilexe

3 years ago

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jubilexe

3 years ago

If you scroll fast enough the crabs look like lightning McQueen :)

TEN THOUSAND CRABS ATTACK

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jubilexe

3 years ago

abab

assigned born at birth

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jubilexe

3 years ago

This Exact Holiday Combo Post Can Only Happen Once Every 33 Years.

This exact holiday combo post can only happen once every 33 years.

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jubilexe

3 years ago

the fact that isaac lahey never came back is just borderline illegal

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jubilexe

3 years ago

Comparing Dick and Jason’s early days with Bruce is so funny, it’s just the opposite of what you’d expect.

Jason: “wow, I get to live in a mansion!” “and now I get to be Robin?!” “this is awesome!” “let me get to work on that homework now Bruce so we can patrol later” “being Robin gives me magic” :D

Dick: “my parents are dead” “Mr. Wayne is never around” “everything is terrible” “i’m going to sneak out of the house” “Batman, let me kill a man”

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jubilexe

3 years ago

“I hate fandom, it’s everywhere on this site,” Sir (gender-neutral) this is Tumblr, aka the Denny’s parking lot at 3 am of websites.

Of course, fandom is everywhere. Their tagline on the app store used to be “the home of fandom.” You’re the one who walked in here, you can walk yourself right back out.

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jubilexe

3 years ago

I choked on my grilled cheese reading this plz 💀

Instead of Magneto…

✨vagneto✨

Cause he’s a 🐱🐱 magnet

perhaps love

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: 5 times Matt didn’t realize he was in love with you + 1 time he did.

Warning: none!

Note: this is me indulging myself in a fic after listening to one (1) song for months over and over until i’m slowly getting sick of it. enjoy!

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Matt followed closely behind as you happily explored the ground beyond. He tilted his head over his shoulder nervously, silently listening to Foggy trail behind him, a little too slow for his liking. For once he was extremely grateful that his enhanced hearing gave him the upper ground.

“Matt! Foggy!” you hollered. Matt winced. Okay, maybe not that much. “I’m flying!”

“Holy fuck,” Foggy cursed underneath his breath. He slowly nudged him along to move faster. Matt rolled his eyes, at last. “What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

“What are they doing?” Matt asked warily. Having either one of his friends drunk always split into two possibilities; he never knew whether he was up for a laugh or a trip to the ER.

“Climbing the fucking flagpole,” Foggy grunted. He sounded both exasperated and amused, but his step was a little too slow from the drink he had earlier.

“Jesus.”

Keeping an eye on drunk you was one thing, but coaxing you to slowly climb down the flagpole was a whole another feast. Foggy yelled at you to climb down, which only earned him a snarky remark and a waterwork on your part. Matt was unable to hold back laughter after that, silently wondering what the hell did they put in the punch bowl back at the house party.

“Just climb down, please,” Foggy said exasperatedly. “We’re too broke for a trip to the ER.”

Matt shook his head, smiling. “Do you want chicken nuggets?” he hollered at you.

That seemed to catch your attention. You sniffed loudly, spreading and contaminating the air with your salty tears. “Chicken nuggets?”

“Yeah,” Matt said. “I have a lot of chicken nuggets back at my dorm. But you have to carefully climb down, okay?”

“Okay,” you sniffed again. “Promise?”

“Promise. Be careful.”

You hummed, slowly making a tentative step to climb down from the flagpole. Foggy hovered nearby on the left, so Matt took the right side. His heart hammered his ribcage painfully, the air suddenly felt stale and stagnant as you took a painstakingly slow pace to climb down the flagpole.

Matt heard it a second too late—a slice in the air, split into the stagnant air as you lose your grip on the pole. Matt leaped without thinking, letting his cane fall to the ground to catch you before you were able to meet the same fate as his cane. He felt his heart jump out of its pants right into his throat, suffocating him.

“I told you to be careful!” he chided, suddenly angry at your clumsiness. He knew that was irrational, you probably won’t remember anything by the time the sun was out, but he was seeing red.

But that only made you laugh—no, giggling. Your hand clumsily patted his cheek. “I love your glasses.”

Matt huffed as he hoisted you up to your feet, hands shaky with how hard his heart was beating now. Foggy handed him his cane and probably gave him slight odd looks now. He prayed that he was also drunk enough to doubt this exact memory tomorrow or chalk it up to a very nice coincidence.

“I told you we’re too broke for a trip to the ER!” Foggy joined him to scold you. He shook his head. “That was terrifying and dangerous. Don’t do that again.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, but a wide smile on your face made the whole ordeal both felt insincere and ridiculous. “Matty,” you tugged his sleeve. “Have I told you I love your glasses?”

“Yes,” Matt mumbled, patting his chest to calm his erratic heartbeat. He pressed his lips to form a tense line, perplexed that his heart hadn’t calmed down yet from the rush of adrenaline. “Let’s get you back to your dorm.”

“But I love your glasses!”

“I know.”

Matt shook his head to snap him out of his stupor. He was just surprised. He was just scared—terrified of what just happened.

2.

You rushed into his dorm without knocking. Matt had heard you approaching before you were anywhere near his door, but he still had the decency to put a faux surprise on his face. He turned around from his chair, listening to you sauntering in like you owned the place, and sat on his bed.

Matt rolled his eyes. “Hello to you too.”

You grunted at him, pressing a pillow against your face.

“Knocking is polite, you know,” he teased. He frowned when it met with silence, and his frown deepened when he felt salt in the air, and then your quiet sob muffled by his pillow filled his every wall.

“Hey, hey,” he slowly approached you, sitting on the edge of his bed. “It’s okay. You’re okay now, I’m here.”

That only made you sob harder. Matt climbed his bed into the empty spot next to you, gently placed his hand on your back in a silent question about whether you wanted to be touched or not. You lifted your head in a silent answer, slowly melting into his embrace, and sobbed against his shoulder.

Matt squeezed his eyes shut, stroking your back in a vain attempt to soothe you. He didn’t know who he did it for—to soothe you or him, distracting himself from the very sound he knew he hated the most in the whole wide world.

“I broke up,” you said hoarsely.

“What?”

“I broke up with James,” you repeated. Matt had to physically restrain himself from scowling at hearing the name he wasn’t exactly fond of. “It didn’t work. We didn’t work. No matter how hard I try we—” you inhaled sharply. “God. God I’m fucking hard to love, aren’t I?”

Matt furrowed his eyebrows. “Who said that?”

“It just… I don’t know. I spent so many times, so many things with him, you know?” you started to teared up again, voice shaky with tears. “I felt like I poured all of my soul into loving him but he didn’t even try to give the same thing. It almost felt like I was an afterthought—god, I actually felt so lonely when I’m with him, you know? Maybe I’m just too much.”

“Don’t say that. You’re never too much, not to me.”

Matt let you collapse your head into his shoulder again, absentmindedly making a circular pattern on your forearm. He couldn’t remember when was the last time that piece of shit actually made you happy instead of eliciting tears after tears. At one point he was convinced you were dating an onion.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you sniffed. “God, I’m going to die alone with twenty cats! Nobody’s gonna love me besides my family,” you wailed loudly.

“We can die alone together with twenty cats if you want,” Matt said, rocking you gently back and forth. “I love you, okay? You’re not gonna die alone. Not while I’m here.”

“I want to retire to the countryside someday,” you said. “Will you join me live in the countryside, Murdock?”

Matt huffed a laugh. “As you said, I’m a city boy through and through. But I’ll visit you every weekend.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“That’s more than enough.”

Matt grabbed your hand and squeezed it. The tears hadn’t dried up completely, but you were no longer actively sobbing or wailing anymore. He rested his cheek atop your head, feeling the familiar feeling of your hair tickling his skin and the smell of your shampoo invading his senses.

The door creaked open and Foggy walked in. He opened his mouth to make a dry remark about how often you stayed in their room—as he always does—only to stop when his eyes caught the sight of you.

“Who do I need to fight?” he demanded.

“No one, Fogs.”

Foggy immediately took a seat on Matt’s bed, his hand silently reaching for you. You shifted slightly on your seat, adjusting so you were comfortably sandwiched between him and Matt. “Seriously, who do I need to fight? What happened to you?”

“I broke up with James,” you said, shaking your head.

“What did he do to you? Where is that bastard now?”

“It’s not worth it, Fogs,” you firmly said. Matt imagined that you furrowed your eyebrows tensely, and he suddenly got overcome with a huge desire to press his thumb between your eyebrows to smooth them out. “Let it be.”

“Fine. But if he does something stupid after this, it’s on sight,” Foggy sighed, pressing his back against the wall. “You can do a lot better, you know? He’s a bit of an ass anyway.”

He’s a major ass, Matt silently thought.

3.

Matt banged his fist against your door frantically. His throat was raw from calling your name behind your door, repeatedly trying to get your attention. It was a wonder none of your neighbors had tried to kick him out yet, but he couldn’t find himself to care anyway. You failed to show up at work today, and after he, Foggy, and Karen were unable to reach your phone repeatedly—all directed to voicemail—he made the decisive decision to sprint to your apartment.

The only salvation and reassurance you did not magically disappear from the earth was the sound of your heartbeat from behind the door.

Your door opened at last, and he immediately knew something was amiss as you croaked, “Matt?”

“Hey,” he breathed, suddenly feeling light. The anxiety that shot up through him suddenly dissipated, like a knife being pulled out from a stab wound. “You didn’t show up at work today. You didn’t answer any of our calls—”

“Oh, shit,” you slapped your forehead. “I’m sorry, I think my phone died.”

Matt extended his hand quietly, pressing the back of his hand into your forehead. He hissed when his skin met your balmy one, a frown found a place on his lips. “You’re burning up,” he said. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

Despite your initial protest, you made little to no effort swatting him away. Not that any of them would work, anyway. Matt tucked you to bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin.

“Are you cold?” he murmured softly, gently propping your leg up into his lap to put on a sock on your cold feet. You hummed half-heartedly, already slipping back into slumber. “Have you eaten anything today?”

His question met with another half-hearted answer, but Matt still made his way into your kitchen anyway. He was not exactly a stranger there; he burned the layout of your apartment into memory just well enough. He scrambled through your fridge, thankful that you went grocery shopping a few days back.

Matt roused you awake to feed you some of his chicken soup—a recipe his father left him, a legacy, a memento of a happier and simpler day. You were annoyed for being woken up from your sleep, made sure to make a few grunts and annoyed huffs all directed to him, subtlety was never your strongest suit. But you relent anyway when Matt stayed equally as stubborn, the smell of the soup eventually wins you over.

“Go back to sleep now,” he said softly, satisfied that you were warm and fed and had swallowed some medicines. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?” you yawned, snuggling closer to your pillow.

Matt sighed, a small smile tugged his lips before he knew it. “Promise,” he brushed your hair gently.

“Okay,” you sighed loudly. “If I wake up and you’re not here, I’ll fight you.”

“Sure. If you can reach my neck.”

You shoved him gently as a response, too exhausted to verbally bite back from his teasing. Matt lingered until he was sure you were fast asleep before he made his way to your living room to ring Foggy.

“Matt?” you walked the length of the living room with your sock-clad feet. Matt jumped to his feet immediately, meeting you in the middle. “Matt, there’s a giant spider in my room.”

Matt gently grabbed your shoulders, slowly guiding you into his embrace in a protective stance. He tilted his head, a mindless attempt to hear better, and couldn’t find any living being aside from you and him.

Not that he ever paid any mind to bugs in the first place.

“There isn’t any spider,” he said softly. “Let’s go back to bed.”

You shook your head stubbornly, firmly gripping his sleeve. “There’s a giant spider in my room!”

Matt blinked. He wasn’t sure if he couldn’t hear bugs crawling in your walls, or if this was your fever speaking. He sighed quietly, gently tugging you back to your room and back to your bed.

You didn’t voice out any protest, but your clutch on his sleeve was getting firmer and firmer the closer you were to your room. Matt wordlessly tucked you back to bed and laid down next to you.

“Matt?” you called. “Don’t leave me.”

“I’m here,” he reassured you. “It’s okay, go back to sleep. You’re safe.”

“Fight the spider for me.”

Matt chuckled. “Always.”

Matt shut his eyes, the sound of your steady heartbeat slowly lulled him to sleep. He found himself silently wishing and praying to be able to stay here, protect you from countless giant spiders, for as long as he could.

4.

“Do you ever think about taking a fanny pack with you?”

Matt blinked. He slowly put down his fork, ingesting your question and dissecting it one by one until it made sense inside his brain. “A fanny pack?”

You hummed, completely ignoring his bewildered expression that he was sure painted as clear as the day on his face, or completely oblivious. Which was unlikely.

“I don’t think your funky suit has any pockets,” you said thoughtfully. Matt would find the whole thing funny that you were sincere and serious with your question if he wasn’t so surprised. “But of course, you ought to put horns on your helmet. Couldn’t say no to living up to your reputation.”

Matt huffed, a laugh escaped him before he could register it—more bewilderment than mirth. He had come clean to you about who he was a few days back. It only felt right after Foggy had found out, and leaving you in the dark, no matter how much the thought of you finding out and meddling in both of his lives terrified him to death, felt incredibly wrong.

You took the news with stride—if a prolonged silence could count as one. But Matt knew you enough to know that the truth had been slowly seeping into simmering water for a while. It was a matter of time before the kettle whistled, and he dreaded the day it happened.

“Why would I need a fanny pack?”

“So you can bring a water bottle with you. Some granola bars to snack,” your voice sounded far away. He hated it. “Dehydration is a serious thing, Matt.”

Matt pursed his lips, caught in between amusement and wariness. “You think about this a lot, don’t you?”

“Can’t get it out of my head.”

Matt toyed with his ramen quietly, the only sound that settled between you and him comfortably was the wind blowing from the rooftop. The kettle was coming into a whistle anytime now.

“I’ll be fine, I swear,” Matt said. “Don’t you worry about me.”

You threw your hands in the air. “That’s not the point Matt!” you yelled, voice cracking with upcoming tears. “What if—what if you hadn’t had time to eat some dinner before you go? What if you’re hungry during your patrol and couldn’t find anything to eat? What if you’re thirsty after leaping from building to building and fighting, I don’t know, some bank robbers?” you jabbed a finger into his shoulder. “No human can go longer than three days without water!”

Matt stayed silent, patiently listening to your rambling about the importance of proper hydration. He felt a smile slowly forming on his face despite himself, despite the tears that slowly ran down your face, and despite the fact that you were yelling at his face. The words of your ramble—slipped with fret and scolding here and there—made his heart sing, flutter with the wind.

He still had the decency not to chuckle and tried to take your words into his heart and put it in the highest consideration. The whole fanny pack idea was an instant no, but he ought to figure out how to stay properly hydrated from now on.

“Are you done?” Matt asked gently with a smile.

You must have thrown him the nastiest look you could muster. “Yes,” you said sulkily. He just knew there was a prominent pout appearing. “Don’t laugh! I’m serious!”

“I know, I know,” he coughed to masked a laughter slowly bubbling up. “I’m sorry. I know you’re worried. But I can’t bring a fanny pack with me, stealth is my key and a fanny pack would defeat the whole purpose.”

“You still need to eat,” you sounded dejected, and it took everything inside him not to scoop you up to brush away all the sadness. “And most importantly to drink water regularly.”

Instead, he settled by grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently. “I promise to always eat some dinner before I go and drink plenty of water before and after patrol. How’s that sound?”

“You still need to drink after fighting too.”

“I’ll find a way. You know I’ll always find a way.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” Matt squeezed your hand again. He slowly crossed his heart with his finger. “Cross my heart.”

And later that night, when he found a piece of granola bar right underneath his suit, he knew that perhaps your worry wouldn’t completely melt away—not even with the most sincere promise. Matt found himself smiling widely that his cheeks started to hurt, over a granola bar and no less, feeling his heart painfully blossoming a feeling he still yet to find the name.

But he knew, deep down, his heart was singing your name.

5.

Matt listened to the sound of your footsteps roaming around his kitchen. He stood silently, hovering on the furthest corner of his kitchen counter, waiting for his tea to steep into perfection. You had come knocking on his door first thing in the morning—he was sure the sun was barely out yet, he barely had a wink of sleep himself.

It was his birthday today. He barely even remembered his own birthday, long after he lost his father, the idea of celebrating had never been appealing. But here you were, roaming in his kitchen, rummaging through his fridge like you were the one who spent all the money that goes to all the stuff inside, chopping and staining his kitchen counter as if you owned it. You were determined to pull a birthday celebration for him, even though it only consisted of a small lunch get-together with Karen and Foggy.

Matt couldn’t find himself to mind.

He liked it even.

Little words had been exchanged between you and him. Matt had learned long ago that you have a distaste for talking when you were cooking and insisting on doing so only means inviting his own demise. The sound of your footsteps, the mumble of commentary about certain ingredients underneath your breath, and most of all your steady heartbeat were more than enough.

“Matt,” you called for him, breaking his train of thought. It was hard to get Matt startled, but again, he didn’t expect you’d start a conversation mid-cooking. “Matt!” you tried again.

“What?”

“I’m going to turn on the blender,” you said. The sound of the lid closing followed after. “You might want to put on your headphones.”

Matt pursed his lips. You had given him a noise-canceling headphone as a gift for Christmas a year ago. He didn’t hate it necessarily, on days when it was rough and everything was too loud it helped tremendously, but having himself relied on his hearing for years only to have it numbed out felt extremely jarring.

Not to mention it brought back certain memories he didn’t want to think about.

“Should I?” he asked, pulling his tea bag out of his cup. “I think I can manage.”

“It’s loud. You took a lot of beating last night, I don’t want to give you a headache.”

“No, I’ll be fine,” Matt shook his head.

“But—”

“If it hurts my ear I’ll put it on, okay?”

“You tell me if it gives you a headache.”

“Okay,” Matt smiled. Always so stubborn, you are. “I will.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay,” you relented. You rarely dispute his claims when it comes to certain things, this included, and Matt was more than grateful. “Maybe don’t stay in the kitchen with me while I turn this thing on.”

Matt squeezed your shoulders as he walked past. A lot of words slowly pushed out of his mouth, a jumble of incoherent sentences bouncing inside his head yet nothing meaningful he could grasp. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but he ended up settling with only, “Thanks for the heads up.”

+1

“Put this thing on when you go out,” you said as you draped something around his neck—scarf?—and patted his shoulder proudly. Matt practically could feel pride and happiness radiating off you from this close proximity, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“What’s this?”

“Scarf,” you said, confirming his suspicion. You gently nudged him up to move within the queue for the new bakery that had just opened near your place. Matt had volunteered to come with you after Foggy and Karen both refused your request, not particularly fond of the long line.

He was grateful for the long line, though. Winter had started to give a little taste of its presence lately, the temperature had been dropping steadily this past week. The cold weather outside made this warm bakery a lot more hospitable, but Matt already dreaded the walk back from here.

“Is this an early Christmas gift?” Matt asked, running his hand through the soft fabric of the scarf. The smell of your perfume lingered on every inch of the fabric.

You hummed. “I planned to give it to you on Christmas, but I finished it early.”

“Finished?” Matt shot his eyebrows into his hairline. “You made this?”

“I did! Here, some cool stuff I did, something you won’t find anywhere else,” you eagerly grabbed his hand to trace his new scarf. You were practically vibrating with excitement. “Do you feel it?”

Matt furrowed his eyebrows slightly. “Yes? What’s this?”

“I sew your name to your scarf, so if you ever happen to lose this somewhere, they can return it to you,” you said proudly, completely oblivious to the way the air knocked out of his lungs at once. “And this,” you brought his hand to trace a bump on his scarf. “I think you know this one better than I do.”

Matt gasped loudly, his fingers shakily traced the bumps you had directed him into. Matthew Murdock. You sew his name in braille on his scarf.

It felt like a punch in the gut, a sudden brute attack that made his lungs collapse all at once. Matt swayed slightly, feeling completely light at the way his stomach flipped out of nowhere. He kept tracing his name over and over, in awe at how perfectly it all assembled together.

“I love you,” he blurted out before he could stop himself, the words now spilling out of him uncontrollably. Matt took a long shaky breath, completely drowned in the sea of feelings that flooded him without warning. He didn’t think he could stop now the words were out in the air. “I love you.”

He heard you inhale sharply. “I—”

“No, listen to me,” Matt shook his head. He gently cupped your face, relieved that you didn’t pull away, and aware of how warm your cheeks had become. “I love you. I’m in love with you. I think I always have, I don’t know. It’s always been there, for as long as I can remember,” he sighed. “I also don’t think I can stop now.”

Matt shut his eyes. You deserved a lot better than a makeshift love declaration. He needed to pluck the stars in the sky and lay them on your palms, swam entire oceans, and conquer every single mountaintop. But even then, even if he dragged the moon to your feet and showered you with good-smelling flowers, it wouldn’t be enough to show how much he loved you.

You let out a laugh, soft and fluttering gently in the air. “You’re an ass, Murdock. Are you seriously making a love declaration to me in the middle of a line in a new bakery?”

Matt huffed a surprised laugh. “I feel like you need to know.”

“You’re right, I do,” you covered his hands with your own and gently put them away from your cheeks. You entwined your fingers with his together and melted seamlessly. “But you’re being unfair right now. Because you’re totally kissable, and I can’t kiss you.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“I don’t like sharing,” you said, swinging your hand and his together gently. “I don’t want these people to see me kissing you. I’d rather kiss you alone.”

Matt felt a wide smile blossoming now. “We can always step out of the line and go somewhere quiet.”

“No, we’re already here. I want my cake,” you punched his arm playfully. “But I’ll kiss you as soon as we’re out.”

Matt was positive he was grinning widely right now. “Promise?”

“Promise,” you tiptoed to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Oh, I love you too, by the way.”

And just like that, he was nothing but a goo that bore his name underneath your touch.

STARLIGHT ✧ peter parker [1]

summary: its called the first day jitters

pairing: peter parker (mcu) x reader

word count: 6.8k

warnings: nothing but fluff, Y/N may seem a little daft, not proofread so bear with me if there is mistakes. minor nwh spoilers, takes place about two years after

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Chapter One: Acquaintances

I. Move In Day

They say that 21 is a prime year.

You could go to clubs without getting that stupid stamp on your hand. You could legally drink now without the worry of getting your birthday party shut down because of said despicable acts. There's many things you can do.

But they could never prepare you with adulthood.

No. Not when five years had passed because of the blip. When you were the only family member to be have been “dusted”. Your family grows without you. Your younger siblings now either older than you or close enough to be as old as you. Successful in their own ways with ways with one being an aspiring artist. Galleries along the coast with her paintings hung in the display rooms of Ikea and above dinner tables of well endowed families. The other planning to pursue a career in computer science with ivy leagues lining up to persuade her to come to their school.

Now she was in the middle.

And it was so suffocating.

One year at the local university just off the side of the freeway, she couldn't handle it anymore. Coming home to strangers. She needed to leave and rightfully so, she did.

Didn't take much asking.

Money was given. No questions, no answers.

There were two things she wished.

She wished her parents could've put up a fight. Begged her to stay.

She wished she could've asked them about how much it was to live in the East Coast before she left.

Rent is soaring. 4 thousand for a small apartment that had its bed where you eat the dinner? Not at all surprised though. It was 2021 and everyone wants to live here. Sorting through the multiple layer of paperwork laid out in the desk in front of her, she quickly signed her signatures to get it over with.

Pottermore was right. She definitely was a Gryffindor for signing the lease without reading the fine lines.

Grumpy Mr. John Flores, the landlord, almost crumbled the paper when he took the papers away. It's fascinating to her how many people she's met so far already in this city that hate their jobs. Humming along to a tune that she distinctly remembered from her taxi drive, she picked up her cardboard box and the handle of her suitcase, pulling it along behind her in a constant beat.

Tipping left and right, her head lifted above the box to watch she was headed. And hopefully that was towards the elevator.

"Okay, you got this. Just one foot in front of another, no rush. " Self motivation. That's the best way to go at it. Leaning up again to check where she was, she noticed that she had successfully made it to the foyer. Only three more steps, you got this, girl.

But it was as if the Earth had shifted and she felt an imbalance in the floor tile, her feet slipping over a bump. If she weren't carrying 15 pounds of knick knacks, she could've easily maintained that balance. But gravity was doing its job of pulling down mass to the center of the Earth. She had mentally intended to yell out the phrase," Going down!" but instead had actually said it out loud accidentally, already feeling the hard stares from the other residents doing their business in the lobby.

Preparing for the loud smack of the box hitting the floor and the following embarrassment of picking up all her fallen items, she squeezed her eyes shut for the worst. "Oh." Instead she was met with a force pushing her up and the weight being lifted up from her arms. If this was a sitcom, cheers and claps would ring through the studio but the room remained silent as the unknown figure walked with no struggle to the elevator door. Judging by their shape, it was a male.

"Hey!" She waved her hand as if he was going to turn around but his body disappeared into the crowd of persistent residents requesting that the owner do something about the clogged pipes. A couple of them, especially a middle aged couple, stared at her as if she were crazy, "Thanks, I guess." Whispering softly to herself with her eyes casted down onto the floor, walking carefully and slowly to the elevators.

Now why had they had acted like she had seen a ghost?

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The store bought cookies that she decorated perfectly on the pink tray she bought from the dollar tree down the street. So far all her neighbors in the hall were nice enough to take the cookies. Now here she was standing in front of an unopened door, whistling to a show tune from a black and white film that played earlier this morning.

Time passed and passed and as much as she hated to admit it, she gave up.

Placing the tray of cookies onto the floor and stepping back into her opened apartment. But as soon as she shut the door, she heard another open.

Scrambling to peek through the peep hole, she saw the door from across the hall slowly open. A blurry silhouette of a boy leaning over to pick up the tray of cookies before he just as quickly shut the door as if he was never there.

Interesting.

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Third day and cousin Rosie from Dad's side had finally arrived with the truck with all her belongings. Knowing she would go back during the holidays, she didn't pack a lot... 8 boxes wouldn't be considered a lot right?

Sweat dripped down from the crown of her hairline to the crook of her neck. The New York weather causing her to strip down from her hoodie and sweats to a pair of zebra shorts and a loose tank top. It was far too hot for her self conscious thoughts to get the best of her.

Multiple missed calls have rung through the apartment since she set up the home phone. Most likely from her young siblings or the Fitness program she just recently signed up for that she would most likely never use because commitment to hobbies are a hard thing to do.

One last box just in time for the sun lower itself to let the moon take over. The hour that creates that perfect hue that shined through her curtains. Wiping the water from her brow, she swung open the door, unaware of the presence behind the door. It was too late as a gasp slipped through her lips.

Thank goodness for the person's fast reflexes, they were able to quickly grab the door before it hit them in their face. Y/N rushed around the door to apologize profusely for her carelessness but her apology was stunted when she saw the stranger.

Almost starstruck.

He was just so... pretty. His messy curls perched perfectly on top of his head. His brown eyes entrancing. Stuck in them, she was. Hypnotized, the words that she wanted to say blanked.

Snapped out of her trance by his sudden movements, she watched his toned back move towards the door across the hall. His hands jiggling with keys to find the right key. One and one clicked together, his back vaguely familiar from this morning. Oh my gosh, he's the one who helped with the falling box. "Hey, superboy!" The browned hair male stopped his movements at the girl's sudden outburst, whether it was because of the nickname or he was just surprised was unknown to her but she continued on" Thanks for helping me out earlier. Really saved me from cracking my skull open."

Upon hearing her thank you, she could see the side of his face turn towards her. Lips moving to speak but instead of hearing his voice, Y/N heard a wolf whistle come not more than 3 doors down. The culprit being John Flores. John Flores Jr. "Now this is something worth living here for." In all his sleazyness in his walk, the man had stepped closer to the pair. Jutting out his stomach with his body leaned up on the wall. "So young and innocent you are. Mamas, where you from?"

"California." Her voice soft and quiet to the point that John Jr leaned forward with a playful frown," Sorry, sweetheart. I didn't get that."

"I-I'm from San Diego."

"S-San Diego?" He mocked her stuttering tone," Oh the sunny city, right? Lots of girls just like you?" Unknown to her as her eyes traveled around the room in hopes to get out of his awkward conversation, his eyes were trailing down her outfit to the slight cleavage that pecked out from the hem of her shirt because of her crossed arms. The meat of her tummy that peeked out through the shortness of her tank top.

But the quiet male through this all saw it all. Disgust running through his veins.

Superboy had finally opened his door, disappointment clear in Y/N's face. She saw that he was her age and that's suppose to make it 25% easier to make friends around here. Now she would have to

"How about you take a break down in the swimming pool? It'll feel just like the beaches at home. Get dressed in that cute bathing suit of yours. Pool's big enough just for you and I. Enough room to move around if you know what I-"

"You don't pay rent, Flores." Superboy spoke with a scoff," Only residents are allowed to access those."

"Parker, shut your mouth before I shove your foot in there."

Superboy whose name was now Parker nonchantely shrugged his shoulders. Almost as if this was something that had occurred often. It was easy to see that Parker had an upper hand because he was a customer and if John Flores Jr caused his father to lose a customer, it would be the end of him. Knowing Mr. Flores had the anger that lasted as long as a wooden incense.

"And don't give that little stare. One day, Parker, you're going to regret having such a smart mouth."

"You know it would help a lot if you helped me carry these!" A strong voice called from the elevator. Shit, she forgot about Rosie. Y/N rushed to the curly haired red head whose bangs were stuck to her forehead because of the sweat. "Y/L/N, you suck." She heaved through heavy breaths, leaning over the tall box to catch her breath.

Y/N just simply sympathetically smiled. In the corner of her eye, she checked to see her neighbor was still there but all she saw now was an empty hallway and the closed door of apartment 6196.

II. Orientation

What she expected were for bright streamers. Envisioning that set up along the way to entrance were booths to clubs, different sororities and fraternities, and scholarships that students could apply for on the spot.

But it was boringly plain.

From two feet away, all Y/N could see was a small table set with a cardboard sign attached by scotch tape that had a chicken scratch of handwriting that wrote out as... welcome? Shaking her head, she tried to think positively. Never judge a book by it's cover is a saying she's heard countless amount of times and now is the best time to use it.

Trying her best to hide her unimpressed face which wasn't hard with the sun shining down hard on her face, she walked closer to the large crowd of students.

In this crowd of students, there were already small cliches formed. Friends that already knew each other or some people who were sociable enough to make friends in less than 30 minutes. It was hard to insert yourself into something that is already established especially when they send strange glares at you for excitedly raising your hand up to wave at them. Of course, she brushed off the ugly attitudes and moved along to see what else was in store.

Walking down more of the courtyard, she herself on the pavement line to move past the many students, one crowd that stood out to her the most was a group of girls surrounding an area. So naturally she was intrigued because commotion = something entertaining. Gathering herself onto her tiptoes, centered in the middle was a caucasian boy, his hair pushed back with gel with a smirk printed upon his lips. His posture showing that that he held much confidence, maybe even too much.

She's felt like she's seen him before while scrolling through her explore page on Instagram. Something related with the Avengers.

Her eavesdropping confirmed that thought when three students whisper shouting amongst themselves about the male in the front.

"He knew Iron Man?"

"He's basically his kid."

"No way! You think he's going to take over as his replacement?"

"Not after that recent controversy with Spiderman. He was making killer drones."

"Here you go again with your 'Mysterio was right' bullshit."

"I don't know what the hell you are talking about but he's fucking hot."

She leaned forward to ask them what his name was but in her peripheral view, she saw a familiar figure. Superboy! I mean she learned his last name is Parker but what's the fun in that. Not that Parker is a boring name but Superboy just slipped out much more easily. Excitement ran through her veins, turning on the heels of her feet to follow after him.

Once her feet had caught up to his, she clasped his hands on to his shoulders, "Superboy!" Surprisingly, he didn't jump which was kind of creepy because he just looked at her with an eyebrow raised. She rambled on with her hands clasped together, inching closer and closer," I didn't know you go here. What's your major? Mine is social work but I don't feel that good about it. I honestly was going to come in undecided but I already had my GE's done so I just decided to go along with it but then-" She stepped down from her position on the curbside when he realized he was just staring at her," Oh, do you not remember me? I'm your neighbor! The one across the hall. I just moved in last week.".

Like all their previous encounters, Peter had opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted from Y/N taking a look at his papers and letting a very audible loud gasp," Ah ha!"

"So your name is Peter?" She looked back at him through the corner of her eye," Peter Parker went to the park to park his parked car where all the other parked cars were parked but there was no parking for him to pa-"

Peter stood in disbelief, almost impressed before he began his walk again except this time faster, hands tucked into the wide pockets of his jeans.

"Superboy, wait!" Not caring about the stares she received when she put her arm back around his shoulder.

_

"So what are you going here for?"

Peter raised a finger to his lips to shush her before one of the student ambassadors leading them would hear her. He felt a judge in the side of his hip, a mental groan forming in his head and responded swiftly under his breath, "Physics."

"Oh that's so cool. So you like measure how fast things go or something?"

"Yeah, around that area."

"How about this?"

Punching the air in front of Peter's face, causing him to pull his head back before the female punched his head off.

"So?"

Peter shook his head and only focused on what the student in the front had to say about the different buildings surrounding them. Y/N was adamant though, holding her hand out in front of his face again," What about Spiderman? Have you ever just thought of how fast he's going? Do you think he was to like run backwards before swinging for some momentum."

"I don't think Spiderman has time to-" Before Y/N punched the air in front of him again which of course he had enough time to move his head fast enough.

"Am I inteuppting you two? Should I stop?"

At just the sound of the voice, she was already fearing for her life, she looked towards the junior in the front. Though in the same year, she was still fairly intimidated by the more experienced college student. Her red painted lips parted into a smirk, staring at the duo.

Peter struggled underneath her grip because the female had pushed herself behind him in the attempt to hide. Peter nervously shook his head all while moving his hands behind his back to grab at the girl who was moving around to get out of his reach.

"Well now that our attention is else where," her voice sharp and pointed," let's go ahead and begin with our icebreaker activity. So we'll begin with our name, major, age, and something a little interesting about ourselves." Motioning to herself," I'll start it off. My name is Felicia Hardy. My major is criminal justice, I'm 21 and I guess... I'm pretty good at breaking locks." Her laugh coming out as harmonious tune.

Whilst being scared of her, Y/N couldn't help be drawn to the girl's charm. The group had slowly formed into a circle as they introduced themselves one by one. She couldn't help but be in her own world that she didn't notice that everyone was now looking at her, distracted by the birds and greenness of the trees and field. So she quickly ran through the easy questions but stumping on the very last one.

Before a bright idea came to her head.

Reaching out to grasp onto Peter's shoulder who didn't even jump at her touch, with a proud grin," And Peter Parker is my best friend."

Peter almost choked on his spit.

_

"Excuse me." A hefty sigh," Pardon. Yeah, just going to slip through here. Okay. Okay."

Moving onto the concrete bench besides the unsuspecting brunette, she set down her tower of Oreos and crackers. Squishing herself into the somewhat crowd table, she finally settled down when both her arms were able to rest.

Now she could've sat anywhere else.

There was even an empty table right across from her.

But Y/N found herself to be pretty comfortable right besides Peter here.

And she figured he wasn't too bothered because she could feel him angling his body so that she could comfortably sit down without squishing her body together.

"Thanks." She whispered but he only continued to write in his notebook without even glancing up.

In the middle of nibbling on the chocolate cookie, a shadow casted over them. The two looked up to see the boy who could be a famous influencer, smiling down at them with his hands tucked into the jeans of his pockets," Hello, freshman."

For the first time in the past hour, Peter had spoken up,"I'm actually a junior."

"Me too!" Y/N pointed," College credits in high school really helped. I mean I got a few general educations done at my other college but most of my needed GE's were done at-"

"Right, that's amazing. I completely respect that way. Especially since it's the cheaper way. Well, welcome to Empire State University. My name is Harley Keener but you may know me already."

"No, I don't." Grumbles from Peter. Harley nervously scratched the back of his neck,"That's completely normal. But straight to the point, I hope that if any of you has questions, you would come to me and not that heathen over there."

"I heard that, Keener Weiner." Felicia threw a bird at the brunette. While the attention had already drifted away from her, anybody could see her trailing eyes wander down the side frame of Peter's toned body that was obvious even under the sweater and jeans that covered his body. In the middle of it all, Y/N shifted uncomfortably in her seat before forcefully pushing herself to react to the weird nickname. Peter on the other hand was irked.

"Keener Weiner." The giggle that passed through her lips, the elbow of her arm judging Peter on the side. The sudden sound gained Harley's attention, the cocky boy leaning his body weight against the table," Y/N right?" His sultry tone filling the hair," You're pretty cute, sweet cheeks. Can I call you that? Sweetcheeks? I heard you call this guy superboy earlier. Can I get a nickname too?"

"Y/N is fine." She keenly slipped the chopped fruits she didn't want anymore onto Peter's plate while softly smiling up at Harley.

"Okay, Y/N. Cute name all the still." Harley officially sat down but like a seesaw, Peter stood up at the same time. Wordlessly walking away from the crowd with his hands tucked away.

While Harley continued to talk more and more about who knows what, Y/N's attention stayed trained on the boy's back who slipped through the crowded area.

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III. Dozen Doughnut Holes

With the frustrating amount of syllabuses along with the ones online, the university life is already hectic. Taking a deep and heavy breath filled with stress, Y/N jumbled up all the papers that were scattered around the round table before settling down on just trying her best to find her textbooks for free online because she wasn't trying to spend a single paycheck on something she isn't going to go to use unless it's final weeks.

"First week?"

With her hair crunched up in her hands, she looked up to a boy who had almost a bowl cut. "Uh yeah."

"Ah, how's that going? I go back next week."

Now she hadn't planned spilling her dreadful week but here she was telling a stranger about why is coffee seven dollars? She found out the stranger's name was Ned and the curly haired girl with bags under her eyes who had just walked in to begin her shift was also his friend. They both go to MIT which was crazy to her because she always felt like that was a college that only existed in movies. Nobody in the west coast was going there.

He pulled out his wallet and showed a photo of both MJ and him in high school at a trip they took to Europe to show her that the two have been friends since forever. Y/N noticed that the picture was angled in a way that seemed like there was suppose to be somebody there on right side of MJ. But she brushed it off and figured it was just the way the person took the picture. Maybe to capture the scenery.

"Wow, you have been best friends for so long? How did you even get so close? Honestly, I kind of struggle with that." Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth," And yes, I know, me moving here doesn't help."

"Sometimes you just got to get away." Ned scratched his chin as if he was trying to think," I know we got close to each other due to a mutual... I just don't know who..."

Right as Y/N was about to reassure Ned that it was okay, the bell jingled. Both of their attention looked to see who entered and- it was Peter! Y/N excitedly raised her hand up to wave but Peter made a beeline to the counter to order.

Must be in a hurry. Maybe it'll be an easy conversation starter when she bumps into him later tonight.

"You know him?" Ned used his thumb to point over to Peter. Y/N nodded which Ned returned," He's a pretty cool guy. We see him every-time we come back down from school. Always asks us how we're doing." Taking a bite out of his sprinkled donut," MJ says he comes in everyday but doesn't do much except order a cup of coffee so I guess we're kind of friends but we don't know much about him."

Y/N only stared on. Watching Peter's attitude do a complete 180 towards MJ. He was smiling. Laughing.

"How about you?"

"Huh?"

"How do you know him?"

"Oh, he's just... he's my neighbor."

"Must be a local. I'm honestly surprised I've never seen him before... wait... I take that back. New York is a big big city."

While Ned continued to ramble on about the different areas to visit and possibly the best places to get the infamous pizza they have there, Y/N watched as Peter had reached forward for his coffee. His hands brushing against MJ's and she swore on her very observational skills that she saw his cheeks burn a light pink and his ears a dark red.

It doesn't take much to put two and two together.

"Order for Tee."

Tee was an alias that Y/N came up with me because she didn't want to deal with the awkward moments she would have to repeat herself. But here she found herself in another awkward situation on if she should interrupt this little moment that her neighbor and the girl she just met a week ago who makes a really good macchiato are sharing.

"Order for Tee!" The older woman screamed louder, causing everyone to stare around.

Reluctantly, she walked up to grab her drink and she was going to sue the universe for having the pick up area in the same area as the order. Maybe if she kept her head down, Peter wouldn't even see her. But the inevitable happened when she saw the infrequent expression drop from Peter's face.

Well shit. "Hi."

"Uh right." Peter pulled out a 20 dollar bill and handed it to MJ. "I'll see you around. Keep the change."

And he walked away without another word.

Confused was an understatement.

IV. Mail Buddies

"So I bumped into Felicia the other day when I went into the office to deal with my financial aid. She invited me to a party that the frat is throwing for the beginning of the school year. I was wondering if you wanted to come-"

"I'm okay, thank you though." His eyes trained on getting that piece of mail that was holding on for life to a small crack within the small box.

Nails clinking against the metal of the locker, she hummed a small tune before trying even more to convince him.

"I mean it's a great way to make friends. We've been here for a week and I feel you and I only have each other at the moment."

"I don't really need friends." Peter shrugged," I don't really have time for them."

"Uhm-" Should it be brought up? He didn't even know that she was there? But Y/N knew that yesterday could be contributing to why he doesn't want to go. After all, it didn't hurt to try. "But you seemed sad about those friends from yesterday. I mean they're going away to MIT and moving on, so maybe you could try to as well?"

"How do you know they're going to MIT? Were you eavesdropping on me?"

"I'm not saying to like move on move on. I mean it doesn't take that quick to make new friends. But of course, taking that first step will definitely help a lot. So maybe coming along with me tomorrow will that first step."

Through all her ramble, she didn't notice the vein that was threatening to pop and the clenched jaw from the boy in front of her.

"Listen, you don't know me, understand?" He suddenly snapped, his voice a low tone but his accent thick. His face then softened before letting out a sigh, "I'm sorry for snapping. But this... you and I or me and you thing, it doesn't exist. We aren't friends. We aren't close to friends. So just leave me alone."

Blinking in pure surprise. She hadn't been expecting this kind of attitude at all. She honestly wasn't expecting any type of reaction when it came to Peter so she was completely thrown off by his hostility.

Peter was already walking away when she finally came back to her senses from the loud slap of his mailbox closing.

She wanted to run after him. Ask him why? Why did what she brought up bother him so much? But the line was already crossed and there was no coming back.

V. Pizza Boy

"I brought cookies! They're freshly baked." And that was a promise. She spent till 2 a.m. cooking all 100 of them. Maybe she'd achieve better luck at making friends here if she actually baked the cookies.

Harley took the clear container with a small smile, opening the door wider for Y/N. Now it was unknown if he had actually heard her or not because the music was turned to the max of which the speakers could barely handle.

The Alpha Zeta Phi was located in the middle of the campus between their sister house and competing house. A casual house party was more like a crazy one with how full the area was. She set down the cookies before her hand was swiftly pulled by Felicia, who she had no idea where she came from.

To a much quieter area of the house, she saw many familiar faces. The two girls she saw with Felicia at orientation. Susie and Rachel were twins that seemed to everything together. Towards the other couch sat Harley and another boy she didn't know but the constant shout of Jared as he chugged down his white claw gave her a hint of what it would be.

Felicia slid into the empty spot besides Harley, slipping one or two pieces of popcorn before she eventually sat down. Harley leaned over and held out a red cup to Y/N. His other hand drifting down the exposed skin that her red halter top hadn't covered up but judging by the strong smell that radiated off of it, Y/N pushed it away with a swift shake of her head.

"It's just pineapple juice and vodka."

"Oh, I'm only 20."

She didn't know what was so funny that made the group around her laugh but she played along, even holding her hand over her mouth to play the role.

"Your Peyton friend is pretty cute." Felicity poked Y/N square in her shoulder with her manicured finger. "Where is he now?"

"He's not even cute. Y'all just want the attention of every male." Jared's voice dripping off a tone that reeked jealously as he walked around the room.

Susie and Rachel giggled, their heads tilting in sync to the right. "Yeah, you should have brought him with you."

If Y/N had a pen and a paper, she would pitch this idea to horror movie creators or writers because she felt like she was in one.

"Speaking of Peyton-"

"It's Peter." Y/N cut in with a clear of her throat. She could feel them looking at her but she could only take a gulp of the bubbly drink before Felicity continued," We don't see much of him, do we? Like I've seen him in class once in a while but he's always gone the second the Professor dismisses us."

A bad taste formed in her mouth at the boy being brought up. Not that she felt any ill feeling towards him but more like she still felt guilty for last night.

"Asshole thinks he's better than everyone else." Jared tutted in from his higher position on the arm of the couch besides Harley. She frowned at that accusation. Honestly, she just needed to wash her face under some cold water to calm down. Whilst she did announce to the group that she was going to the bathroom, they didn't seem to care. Still stuck in their own conversation.

And they continued to be even after she returned, a paper towel patting the remaining drips of water. Drifting away from her primary plan, the plan now was to just stay for another 10 minutes before catching an uber to take home. Bracing herself to jump into the uncomfortable situation that she brought herself into, footsteps were halted when she heard her name and Peter's.

"I can't believe Felicia invited that weirdo." Mocking a high pitch voice that was deniably untrue to the true tone, Rachel scoffed," I'm only 20, cut that bullshit out!"

Jared's groggy voice cut in, "I'm just glad that Parker kid didn't tag along. Like come on, I don't know what you all see in him to be thirsting over his ass so much. Who knows how much of a buzzkill he could be? He stands with his shoulders so high like he owns the place. But no one gives a shit who he is or cares who he is. He acts like he could-"

"You don't even know him." Y/N pushed Jared from the back, almost causing him to tip forward.

"Hey, what's your problem?" Jared stood up quickly, standing tall over the girl but unphased, she glared," Peter is a good person. Don't take out your insecurities on him. "

The room had silenced. Their next actions wary on what to do next.

"Insecurties? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Jared." Harley spoke with a pointed tone, but Jared pushed on, poking Y/N square in the shoulder," What insecurities are you going on about?" whilst pronouncing her name in a way that wasn't even close to what it actually was which honestly ticked her off even more.

"I mean it's not his fault that these girls don't find you attractive. Hell they know you and you're not even an inch of what they want."

"Oh, you'd shut your mouth if you know what's best for you." Jared scoffed," Why are you even defending his ass? Didn't you tell Hardy over here that he said no to coming with you? I don't know if you noticed but I guess that just means you're not that cool for him."

"Gosh, you're such a kid. Cool? Who even gives a shit about that anymore? Admit it. You're just jealous that Peter is a way better person that you could ever be even though nobody in this fucking room knows who the hell he is but you, Jacob or Jared or whatever fuck your name is, in the end, you're just a bitch."

She could feel how infuriated he was but he didn't think he'd go as far as to hit her. Which is why her eyes were shut closed as Jared's fist swung back. Preparing herself for the pain that never came, she slitted her eyes open.

With bleary vision, she made out another shape of new being in the room. Their grip strong on Jared's arm. Blinking multiple times, she gasped when she realized who it was.

Embarrassment ran quickly through veins, her cheeks turning hot. Had Peter really heard everything she just said? How more obsessed could she look infant of him?

The room was spinning and faces blurred as she rushed out of the room, hearing Felicia call out her name but she couldn't breathe. She had to get out of there.

With his eyes following her tail, Peter roughly let go of Jared's hand before pulling out a payment terminal from his bag wrapped around his waist," Can I please know whose paying for these pizzas? I was sent up here and this is the only room with people."

"Fuck-" Jared was quick to move to follow the girl out but Peter was quicker when he grabbed the collar of Jared's polo.

"I've got six more orders to do so I'd advise you leave it before you make me lose my tips." Peter held up the terminal again, eyes darting around the room. Soon enough, Harley took the initiative all while mumbling under his breath about spending an afternoon worths of buying snacks just for someone to order more food.

_

Y/N paced back and forth in her living room- actually would this even considered a living room? Her bed was in the same area as where she cooked and ate. So would it be her bedroom? Ah, back to the point, how was she going to approach Peter? Now honestly she was debating if she should even talk to Peter because he honestly hates her and probably hates her even more now.

Okay, you know what? Just leave a note outside his door explaining yesterday's events. No biggie. There's nothing wrong with what you did. You were being a good human and defending somebody but honestly you don't know even know much about the person even to- you know what just go outside and knock on his door to see if he even responds then you can determine if you should even say anything or not.

As she opened her front door, she was surprised to see Peter already standing there, looking down at his feet. His lips parted but curved up as if he was talking to himself and a paper jumbled up in his hands.

"Were you practicing to say something to me?" Y/N teased. Peter shook his head immediately and shoved the paper into his pockets but the crumbled up paper had caused a creased outline where it stayed.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Peter coughed. "So-"

"I'm sorry." Both had mused together, taking a step back in surprise.

"What are you apologizing for?", He asked with genuine confusion. "It's me that should be apologizing. I'm sorry for being such an ass to you these past few weeks. You don't deserve it, no one deserves it."

"Well, it's what I deserve for being so invasive. I'm sorry for coming off so strong-"

"Hey, no. there's nothing wrong with that and you weren't. I-I just... I'm not-" Peter scratched the back of his head. Y/N didn't even push it when he suddenly changed what he was going to say,"You don't need to apologize, you're not doing anything wrong."

"I shouldn't have over stepped the lines and practically tried forcing you to do something that you didn't want to. It's me and I'm just not someone you could be friends with."

"I think you're wrong about that, Superboy," Y/N leaned forward with her ams crossed, " Because you're my best friend."

"You're still onto that?"

"Superboy? Or best friend? Because both are true."

"The friend part-"

"Correction: best friend. Wow so you can claim that you're a Superboy but not my best friend. How pompous of you."

"I take it back. You ruined it all." Peter sighed, backing up from her door. "I take back everything I just said."

Y/N knew it was all jokes, a wide grin tattooed on her face as she watched him maintain a stoic expression back to his door. Peter had opened his door and was about to walk in before Y/N stood up straight from her door, chirping out a, " goodnight!"

It wouldn't be surprising if he had ignored her but at the 1/3 mark from a shut door, Peter peeked around the wooden door, whispering out a," goodnight."

+

It never got easier.

Choosing between the pad see ew that MJ liked from that Thai place near his own old apartment or the sandwiches from Delmar's that he now had to repeat every time he went in because the older man did not know what his usual was anymore, Peter settled on sandwiches.

It never got easier.

Seeing the stone that wrote her name.

The other half of his sandwich sat perched on a small wooden table he had bought from the dollar tree as he took a bite. Dammit, it was cold. With a lot on his mind, it's been harder for him to focus on anything so it wasn't surprising when it took him forever to call for a taxi because they just kept passing.

"Sorry, I haven't been visiting, May."

He reached for the bouquet of white flowers, placing it next to the bread and the other flowers he had brought earlier that week.

"It's getting a bit harder to visit you everyday with how much Mr. Aziz's is working me because I started classes. I'm sure another person can deliver pizzas."

A leaf had fallen from the tree above

"I feel like made a mistake, May."

The leaf lifted from the ground from the hard wind that flew past.

"You see... there's this girl." Peter sighed," I know she had good intentions and I may have snapped at her on accident. But she just reminded me so much of someone."

The leaf joined its friends, all spinning in a circle.

"And I just don't want her to get her involved in all of this. Don't want her to hurt... don't want her to get hurt like that person did." He sighed,"Do you think I should try talking it out with her? Maybe even apologize to her? It wouldn't hurt right?" The wind passed through his flowy locks," Of course you do.". Taking a bite of his sandwich again as the leaves had drifted off into the air.

"I really don't understand why I thought mustard was so good in the past?"

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a/n: who does y/n remind Peter of gasp??? and my fav fancast for ms felicia hardy <3 tati gabrielle!! p.s. i hâd no idea they were in uncharted together until I watched it last weekend and damnnn. omg no way my writers block is finally thawing out,, letS GOOO

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3 years ago

This makes me smiley lmao

Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets Of Dumbledore

Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore

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they did it 😭

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Harley Quinn who recently kidnapped Bruce Wayne and texted Scarecrow to meet her: "Alright Brucie Boy, you're probably wondering why I kidnapped you, and don't worry! It's not for anything "villainous" or the like. You might not remember it but I remember me and you being in med school together along with Crane and I thought we could form a club since we never got to start one in school since you dipped in the middle of the year!"

Scarecrow who just walked in: "That's seriously why we're here? I thought you needed my help. You said it was urgent."

Harley holding up a tote bag: "It is urgent! I made t-shirts and I need to know if they fit!"

Bruce who honestly just wanted a nap: "Let's just see the shirts Quinzel."

Scarecrow: You're actually going along with this!?"

Bruce raising a brow and looking down at the rooes that are binding him to a chair: "I don't have much of a choice..."

Scarecrow: "...Fair point. Okay Harley show us the shirts."

Harley pulls out a crop top shirt proudly, it's half red, half black that has 'OFFICIAL FUCK FREUD CLUB' on the chest: "I got em personalized! Bruce gets a black turtleneck because he was the soft goth boy in med school and he's still a little goth baby. John you get a flannel that has the sayin' on the back! Aren't they cute?"

Bruce remembering how much he hated Freud and having to listen to his methods and ideas in school, and how he, Harley, and John would shit talk him in their study group: "Okay I actually love this idea and the shirts."

Scarecrow trying to hide how touched he is: "You got me flannel?"

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3 years ago

IM DEAD

*10th Doctor, Jack, and (Y/n) hiding in the bushes and trying not to be seen by the 9th Doctor*

Jack: Those pants did nothing for your ass

10: Nobody asked you to look, Jack

Jack: It’s ridiculous

(Y/n): I think you look great, Doc

(Y/n), saluting: As far as I’m concerned, that’s the universe’s ass

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3 years ago

OMG THE OWL HOUSE IS BACK

OUR GAY DREAMS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED

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3 years ago

"There's millions of Tumblr users" to you. To me There's only about 12 and we all reblog the same five posts from each other

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3 years ago

THIS IS A PSA TO ALL FAN FIC WRITERS

As a fellow fan fic writer please

PLEASE

Put read more tabs on your fics

I’d say over 500 but maybe that’s pushing it

If you’re on mobile

Just type “:readmore:” then enter and BAM! You have a read more tab thing

I mean this in the nicest way possible

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3 years ago

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3 years ago

When drawing gives me free serotonin:

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3 years ago

Eat the rich

That's pretty much it, yeah

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Welcome To Beacon Hills: Awards Season ★ “sassiest Male” Award - Stiles Stilinski

welcome to beacon hills: awards season ★ “sassiest male” award - stiles stilinski

↳ “All right, how about this? Next time I see him, I’ll give him a field sobriety test, okay? We’ll do the alphabet, start with F, end with U!”

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3 years ago

Me trying to leave a comment on a fic I love but not knowing what to say

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3 years ago

😩

imagine percy jackson with a tattoo sleeve. thats all. (also i can totally see him becoming a tattoo artist idk why tho)

i'm foaming at the mouth rn

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jubilexe

3 years ago

This is quite possibly the best thing I have seen ever

IM SCREAMING

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