It's "rebound" By @peterparkouryo !!!!

Can you please recommend some peter parker x Desi! Reader fics?? Or Avengers x Desi! Reader.....I've been trying to find them but no luck 😭😭

Okay so I can't take it anymore im reading too much desi!reader and I am in love!! 😭😭 It's like I have to write something 😭😭✋🏼✋🏼✋🏼 so I'm already half way through this one shot and I'm going to make reader Desi cause why not?!

I think it's "Let me Be your ruler."

Does anyone know the fic where Peter is part of the mob/mafia maybe even a gang and is interested in the reader? Maybe reader is a little older?

YAAAAAAAAAASSSSSS!!!!!!!! PLEASE DO IT 🥺🥺❤️❤️

love is not enough

peter parker x reader

prompt - “ then what do i deserve? “ “ someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me."

warnings - angst, it's just hurt really no comfort besties <3

mlist+taglist | reqs open at 2nd jan | no taglist for peter but send me an ask if you'd wanna be tagged for it <3

a/n saw nwh have some feels it was good i love andrew and his spidey the most so look out for a very cool fic <33 (also this is kinda short but yeah)

unrequited love doesn't die. it only get hidden away deep beneath your heart, wounded and then sometimes it turns bitter and mean and full of vengeance; or sometimes it turns so frail and afraid and feels as if it could never love again.

only a very terrible case of unrequited love can make you feel both of these things and unfortunately, you felt it both only 'cause of peter parker.

peter was sunlight. warm, loving everything you'd want, need- for happiness. he could have been your sun, one you could touch, feel and kiss- but he wasn't.

you weren't like the moon, shining in its all glory. you were like the glint of it's light on broken glass. mj was the moon and peter was the sun, while you were merely a glint of light, barely significant between them.

you hated just how desperate you were for peter's touch, his love. you hated how your mind considered him your home- all the thoughts at last wandered to him. you hated how you fell in love with someone who was never yours to begin with. first liz and now mj but never ever yours.

you were crying. you crying so hard that you could barely breath and every single breath you took felt like breathing through broken glass. your lonely heart was cursed with the infinite unrequited.

"i loved you then and i love you now peter. i was and will be always here why don't you get?" you spoke your voice at the edge of breaking, tears slowly brimming in your eyes. "first liz and now mj why is it never me?"

"i just- i just see you as a bestfriend why don't you get it? you are one of the only thing constant in my life and i can't lose that." peter tried to reason, gripping his hair in frustration.

"how will dating me mean that i won't be a constant anymore, peter i- what ever are you saying? just tell me the real reason peter. what is it? why am i never your choice?"

"i just- i don't like you okay? i mean- yeah i like you as a friend but- and you deserve someone better than be anyway." peter spoke fumbling over his words.

"okay then, what do i deserve?" you spoke harshly. your eyes not leaving his brown ones which looked slightly watery.

"someone who's good to you. devoted. someone who's not me" peter bit his cheek, his watery eyes threatening to spill at any moment.

"but i want you peter. i am the one who's there for you at midnights. i am the one who gives you a place to sleep when you can't go home. i am the one who is always there. i am the person you always come too. what is it about me that you can't even think of loving? what is it that you see in mj over me?" you were sobbing now, the angry tears hot against your face.

"the love i have for you will never be enough y/n, it never will." peter breathed. "and i am sorry for that."

"i gave you my midnights, all of my moonlight and this how you treat me? i ask you one question peter- what is it that you see in mj over me, you answer that and i will leave." you tone was cold, filled with venom. you felt and insane amount of hatred for peter right now. the love you held for him disguised itself in something so vengeful that you couldn't believe it.

"i just don't-"

"do you remember our long 6 hour phone calls where we talked until our throats were sore and eyelids heavy? or when you made french toast in the morning even though you didn't like it but you knew it was my favorite? when you'd compare me to the sun and you the moon? do you remember reading me stories at night simply because I asked you too? do you remember all the times I fell in love with you?" you were screaming now, your finger pointing his chest, tears falling down your cheeks. "i know you remember it all too well peter."

"i do."

"then what went wrong?"

"i- i don't know it's just i kissed mj and i like her and then it just happened y/n i am sorry-"

"i kept you like an oath peter. was i merely a secret to you? was i not someone you ever truly loved?" there was a pause, "was it even love to you?"

"y/n i am sorry." peter replied his hand slowly holding yours, placing a kiss on your knuckles. "i am sorry" he repeated as he let go of your hand. "i will always remember all too well." he said and turned around, walking away, leaving you alone.

you wanted to scream and shout and beg him to stay- but instead you did none of that and just watched him go. you loved him then and love him now, you never could be mj- it was all a male fantasy.

These were so funny 😂😂😂 💖💖💖

.ೃ࿐𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧

I felt like doing this today, maybe a bit boring but eh.

Peter *smiling*: So, when are you going to go out with me?

y/n *smirking*: I don't know, when are you going to ask me?

Peter: Uh..

*LATER*

Sam: SO YOU JUST RAN OFF??

Peter: I DIDN'T EXPECT HER TO FLIRT BACK!!

y/n: Yeah I kinda have a crush on someone, I'm just worried about telling you who ut is because I kinda know how you'll feel about it..

Tony and Steve: Just rip the bandage off.

y/n: It's Peter

Tony: And you better put that bandage back on.

Loki: I've never had a real friend before,

y/n: I can be your friend.

Loki:

Loki: I've also never had a girlfriend before.

*Peter jumping to attack*

Peter: You love me, right, Mr Stark?

Tony: Normally, I would say yes without hesitation, kid, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it.

y/n: Something's burning

Loki: It's just my burning love for you.

Peter *with protective bf mode activated*: It's the ship, Loki.

Loki: Oh

Yelena *tired af*: Why were the two of you up until 3am yesterday?

Peter: How did you know?

Yelena: We could hear the two of you clapping to the FRIEDNS into every 25 minutes.

y/n *wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket*: Okey, maybe we were up until 3am.

y/n: Did it hurt?

Peter:...When I fell from heav-

y/n: WHEN YOU FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!

Peter:

y/n:

Peter: Who told you?

y/n *sighs*: Sam

Steve: Time for plan G.

y/n: Don't you mean plan B?

Steve: No we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip plan C due to technical difficulties.

Peter: What about plan D?

Steve: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half and hour ago.

Natasha: What about plan E?

Steve: I'm hoping not to use it. I die in plan E.

Tony: I like plan E.

Peter: HELP! I TOLD Y/N I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Clint *pouring milk directly into the cereal bag*: And you thought I could help?

Tony: Fuck!

Steve: Language.

Sam: Shit!

Steve: Language.

Natasha *about to throw a chair at Yelena*: Who the fuck do you think you're calling a bitch, you ass?

Steve: Language!

Rocket: That's one crazy motherfucker.

Steve: Language!

Peter: What the frick frack tickity tic tac snik snak, bro?

Steve:

Steve: What the fuck?

y/n *pointing at Steve*: Language!

This was really nice ❤️❤️❤️ a part 2.......... pleaseeeeeee 🥺🥺🥺

Secrets | P. PARKER

requested?: no 

pairing: tom!peterparker x bestfriend!reader

authors note: change of POVs midway, from third to first. Agnsty, sorry its all over the place, uhhhhh maybe some awkwardness? :p OH and mysterio still hasn’t revealed Peters identity AND mj and peter aren’t dating & i guess subtle hint of Peters crush towards the reader :-)

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hiiii i’m not sure if you’re still taking requests but if you are can you write something to

let her go by passenger

sad but with happy ending

and peter parker but whichever one you see fit!!

congratulations on 600 love!!!!!

_let her go

mcu!peter parker x female!reader

based on: let her go by passenger

words: 952

a/n: i choose mcu!peter for this one for no reason except I wanted to change a little ahah. thank you for your sweet word love and I hope you will like this story 💛

600 followers celebration 💛

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Leaving you was probably Peter’s stupidest decision. No. It was the stupidest decision he ever made.

You had started dating before he even was Spider-man. You loved this discrete and nerdy guy who was building lego with his best-friend. You wouldn’t say Peter really changed after that. He was still a sweet and lovely guy. You couldn’t be prouder to say he was the man behind the mask. He was the best superhero the world could hope for. 

The only issue about this was that you both had a hard time keeping up with your relationship. Almost like it was now too much in his new life. 

You stopped having weekly dates, even though you were seeing each other all the time before. Now you were hanging out when you had the time. And even then, most of the time Peter would disappear because something was happening. 

You couldn’t be mad at Peter for putting the world first.

He couldn’t blame you for feeling sidelined and forgotten.

Because of this situation, you both had thought that it would be best to end this before it became a tragedy. Well, it was Peter's idea, and you agreed.

It has been a tearful but peaceful break-up. Peter kept holding you in his arms “I’m so sorry I wish it was different.” He said it multiple times in your ear. And each time you would say that it was ok, that you understood, that it was the best decision.

It was difficult for you to accept this break-up. You suddenly felt lonely, like you had nobody in your life anymore. You had to build your happiness back with new friendships and hobbies that weren’t related to Peter.

For Peter, it was different. From the first week, he realised how much he missed you. He needed you when he came back home and May’s love wasn’t enough to bring back a smile on his face. He needed your stupid and lovely texts. When you would text him emoji to know if he was available or send him a long text to reassure him. He needed to hear your voice on a phone call. Or being able to fly to your room to find your arms. Your love. You.

He just needed you.

But he was the one who let you go and it would be selfish from him to ask you back.

Some nights were even harder than others. When Peter couldn’t sleep and kept looking at his ceiling in silence. He wanted to scream because you weren’t there. He wanted to cry because he was the stupid one who let you go. And when he was finally falling asleep, he dreamt of you. And never not being able to touch you had hurt him that much. 

What was worse, was that Peter had to see you finding your way into life without him. He hated every guy that was talking to you. He even hated some of your friends for being able to make you laugh like he used to. It wasn’t fair.

But it was Peter’s fault. That was what he kept repeating him.

One day he couldn’t take it anymore. He missed school to go to your room. You weren’t there because you were part of the studious ones. Peter knew how to open your window from all the nights he did it before. He waited for you on your bed, for hours. But he would have waited months if it meant he had a chance of having you again.

Peter just didn’t realise he would scare you like this. But when you opened your room and saw a form on your bed, you grabbed a book as a weapon. And then screamed. “Oh my god Peter!” You were breathless from this scary episode. “What the hell are you…are you ok?”

You immediately calm down when you noticed his red eyes and his shaky hands. You went on your bed to sit in front of him and grabbed his hands. “What’s going on?" You asked in a whisper.

“I miss you.” You almost didn’t hear him. Maybe it was what broke you most. You took him in your arms to comfort him. You never thought it would happen this way around.

“I miss you too Pete.”

“No you don’t understand!” He broke your cuddle to take your face between his hands. “I miss you. I want you back. I can’t do it without you anymore. I need you in my life. I love you so much. And maybe you don’t love me anymore. I’m sorry for letting you go. I shouldn’t have. I should…”

“Calm down.” You said, putting a finger against his lips. Peter frowned, did you really shut him up during his love declaration? Was it your way of saying he shouldn’t bother trying because you didn’t want him anymore?

“Why would you think I don’t love you anymore Peter? Yes, we’re not together anymore, but that was your choice and I respected it. But that didn’t mean I stopped loving you. I couldn’t even if I tried.” You laughed at the idea you could live in a world where you don’t love Peter Parker with your whole heart. What a crazy idea. 

“So…you still want me?” He asked shyly, like he was asking for a new bike. You tilted towards him to kiss his nose slowly before stopping a few millimetres from his lips.

“I will always want you.” You kissed Peter first. But he was quick to answer this kiss.

Sure you had a lot of work to do to make it work this time. But for now, all that mattered was being back together. The rest could wait. 

Harrison Osterfield!!!!!!!!!!!

Harry Osborn fancast? (not timothée chalamet)

Damnnnn this was amazing!!

hey!! i love your writing sm💕 idk if you’re still taking requests or if you’re comfortable w a like platonic or father figure yandere. But how about yan! Steve Rogers where he kidnaps a teenage girl to be his daughter then shields her from the world to “protect” her kinda like rapunzel. if you don’t want to that’s no problem at all tho💕

Hi, sweetie! This is a very peculiar request, and I really, really like it! I guess I’ve made Steve a little softer than I expected, but here he is. Hope you’re going to enjoy this!

The one he cares about

Pairing: adoptive dad!Steve & Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (if you squint)

Warnings: yandere, obsession (non-romantic!), stalking, kidnapping, death of minor characters (but nothing too scary).

Words: 1870.

P.S. Just to clarify this is NOT an incest story, Steve does not harbor any romantic feelings for the reader, he loves her like a parent does.

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Pacing up and down nervously like a caged tiger, Steve threw a glance at the clock on the kitchen wall, ready to take out his cellphone and give you a call. It was just 10 pm, but he felt something wasn't going quite right. Was everything ok at that party? Were you enjoying yourself? Did you finally confess to that silly guy Steve didn't like at all? What if he had already got you, Steve's precious little daughter, into bed?

Breathing in deeply, the man tried calming himself down. You were an adult. At one point you would start dating people, and it was perfectly alright, Sam reminded him the other day. You weren't some princess locked in a tower with Steve guarding you like an angry dragon. You had the right to love and be loved, create your own family, for God's sake. When he thought of you leaving him Steve was ready to break that kitchen wall.

No, no, no, it was alright. You loved him with all your heart, and no stupid guy could take it away from Steve. He was your father. Adoptive father, of course, but he did everything he could to make you trust and love him as much as you true family. You were calling him dad, after all. And even if you eventually married someone, Steve would always stay close to help and support you - and your kids, if you ever decide to have any. At the thought of him kissing the cheeks of his cute little grandchildren Steve had finally relaxed.

Oh, was it the sound of the front door opening? As much as he wanted to rush to meet you, the man quickly put on his apron he ironed this morning and turned to the heated stove to put a meat pie in it. Alright, alright, you were already home, it was perfect.

But why so early? Steve was really generous this time and gave you till 1 am - of course, if you took a taxi, not go walking the streets in the night. Did something go wrong? Did the guy reject you? Did he take advantage of you? Did he... do something he shouldn't have?

Steve felt his blood boiling. In a second he was ready to storm out of the kitchen to beat the shit out of that bastard who was stupid enough to hurt his child.

"Hi dad! I'm home!"

As you walked in, carrying your beaded clutch in your arms and yawning tiredly, Steve put a smile on his face momentarily, assessing whether you were hurt within a couple of seconds. No, apparently, you were alright: you moved just like before; your hair wasn't ruffled, and your makeup wasn't smeared eather. He had overreacted again.

"Welcome back, sweet pea." Steve moved closer to you, giving you a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead as you giggled softly, throwing your arms around his broad back. "How did it go?"

As your face turned gloomy for a fleeting second, he knew his sixth sense wasn't lying to him: something didn't go well.

"Nah." You brushed it off as you sat on the chair, carelessly leaving your clutch on the table and stretching your legs with a loud sigh.

"What is it, sweetie?"

Furrowing his brows, Steve sat across from you, his hands folded as he stared at you with worry. Shit, did this guy try doing something funny? Did he offend you? Oh, Steve was going to have a nice talk with him, a moron who thought he could do this to his little girl and it would never come back at him. Should he call Natasha? Maybe Bucky? He knew they were still in town. No, no, he would take this matter in his own hands and go have a nice talk with that stupid ungrateful ba-

"It's alright, I swear." You muttered and forced a smile, drawing his attention back to you. "He just... well, just didn't return my feelings."

"Did he reject you?"

For a second Steve felt both relieved and ready to go murder that kid in a cold blood. Rejected you? The prettiest and smartest girl in the town with a heart of gold? Who did that little shit think he was, rejecting Steve's precious daughter?

But it was better than him forcing you to do something you didn't want. At least that asshole didn't do anything inappropriate to you, probably too scared to face your angry dad who could crack his skull with one hand.

"Not like reject in the full sense of the word, but... um, I feel like he was a little scared of me." Your smile turned bitter, and you leaned onto Steve, pressing your forehead into his chest as you exhaled loudly.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time it happened. Everybody around knew you were the daughter of retired Captain America, and people were treating you with such caution as if you were some time bomb, clearly unwilling to make the world's first Avenger angry. Partly, it was a good thing since no one tried messing with you. However, you were also left pretty much alone, ignored by the majority for the sake of their own well-being. Although you had found several friends, dating someone was a completely different thing: guys were running away from before you even spoke to them.

"I'm so sorry." The man said quietly, rubbing your back and gently caressing your head with his other hand. "This is my fault."

You sighed, lifting your head and looking at Steve so tenderly he suddenly felt like he was the happiest man in the world. What, weren't you upset?

"Come on, dad." His heart sped up when you called him that, and he was ready to lift you up in the air, kissing his little girl's nose. "I thought he's different, but he's just a chicken like all other guys. I'll get over him soon."

"Hard to live up to our standards, I guess." Steve smiled and pinched your nose a little, making you laugh again. "But you need to know I am really sorry, sweat pea. I swear I wouldn't stand in your way if you decided he was the right guy for you."

Actually, Steve pretty much would, but you wouldn't know about it. Happiness of his only child was the only thing that mattered to him now: what was the point of being a parent if you couldn't make your kid happy?

"It's okay, really, dad. I wouldn't change the things as they are now. When I think what could happen if you didn't see me on the street that night... uh-huh." You didn't finish the sentence, not that you needed to.

If Steve didn't find you that night desperately searching for food on the streets of New York, you'd probably be dead now.

You were born to a good family, and you spent the first 11 years of your life in a nice place, having loving parents, the roof above your head and food on the table. You were just one more happy kid among thousands of others, neither better nor worse than all of them. It all changed when your parents were killed by two robbers who had broken into your house, and soon you ended up in an orphanage - you still had nightmares about this place. You spent a year there before you escaped, choosing the streets over an orphanage. Silly you, thinking it would be better.

When Steve found you, you were 13. Dirty, always hungry, acting like a little wild animal, you were no more pitiful than any other homeless child, ignored by the majority of people, but Steve saw you. He took you with him - forcefully, of course, because you fought him like a little angry cat, frightened to the core he was going to take advantage of you like all those people pretending to help you. But he didn’t. He was the one who had truly cared.

It took him months to get you accustomed to living in a house again with someone close to you. Steve spent even more time trying to make you trust him, make you believe he was your friend, somebody you could rely on, trust, see as a parental figure. You couldn’t even name all those people he hired to help you: countless psychologists and psychiatrists; doctors and nurses of all kinds; visiting teachers and tutors. Despite liking to live alone, Steve brought so many strangers to his house it felt like living in a royal palace with tons of court attendants. All of this was for you, the only person he cared about, his little child.

When you were 15, you started calling him dad, and that was the day neither Steve nor you would ever forget: he scooped you up and kept swinging you around till your head was spinning while he laughed and shouted how much he loved you, the best daughter he could ever had. 

You never knew the extent to which Steve cared about you, following you secretly when you finally agreed to leave the house - he needed to know you were safe and sound. Of course, he was always there when he supposed someone wasn’t treating you right, and he did everything he could to keep his only child happy. Unfortunately, you were lonely until Steve found a couple of good friends for you, but it was alright. You were perfectly okay now.

“I love you too, sweet pea.” He smiled, caressing your head gently. “But you know what? Don’t worry about that guy. I actually have someone who I want you to meet, and he’s a really sweet kid.”

“Whoa, what? What kid?”

“Well, you know. Kid from work.”

“Dad, what work? What kid?” You rolled your eyes at him, giggling. “How old is he, at least?”

“A little older than you, but he’s alright. He’s been wanting to meet you for some time.” But before Steve wasn’t sure kid was the right guy for you, considering that he was still very much an Avenger and was involved in all kinds of dangerous situations. 

“Dad, what kid? Are you talking about your superhero colleagues or something?” 

“... yeah? I promise, you’ll like him. Peter’s a good kid.”

“Peter? Peter goddamn Parker?!” You exclaimed loudly, realizing he was talking about Spider-Man. “Are you joking?!”

“What did I tell you about swearing, sweetheart?” Furrowing his brows, Steve shook his head in disapproval, but laughed in the very next second, watching your guilty expression. “Alright, alright. I’m not joking. If you’d like to meet him, I’ll ask him to come tomorrow for dinner, ok?”

“Yes, please!”

As he took the pie out of the oven with you waiting at the dinner table, Steve thought about giving the kid a big lecture about what he was and wasn’t supposed to do to you, but he was more or less sure Peter knew what was right and wrong. Steve could spot that familiar glint in kid’s eyes when he was looking at your photo that Steve had been showing him proudly. 

It would turn out alright. Your father was ready to do anything it takes to make you happy.

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Amazing fic!!!!

bruised lover

peter parker x reader

summary: in which peter parker comes to your solace and aid after a long night, and he tells you what he truly feels

word count: 1,337

warnings: fluff because i love fluff! slight angst maybe, mentions of blood and wounds (reader uses she/her pronouns bc i had no idea how to use the second pov yet so i apologize)

a/n: if this is your gif please let me know! this is like the first peter parker fic i wrote and published on ao3 :) hope you all enjoy.

MASTERLIST

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Young love—it’s foolish, sentimental, florid, hellacious, stupid, fun, painful.

Neither of them knew what love was.

When Peter met her, he was astonished, to say the least. In all his life, he had never witnessed such beauty; he’d seen numerous things as Spider-Man—some perilously terrifying and some rather appealing. But when his eyes laid upon her, she was a medley of both insidious and captivating.

No, he wouldn’t call it ‘love at first sight.’ Peter never truly knew who the girl was. He was the sort of guy to fall in love after getting to know someone. He simply found her unbelievably gorgeous that it made him halt in his paths, alter his cadence and preclude his breath.

They became friends almost instantly. And as much as Peter didn’t desire to fall for her, Ned would annoyingly reiterate and indicate that Peter always would subconsciously stare at her with an almost slacked jaw and star-filled eyes. He disavowed it- staring didn’t mean he was in love. It could represent admiration, or he was just adhered in his head thinking about her in outlandish imaginative panoramas where each of them included Peter and her as a couple.

Besides, he felt as if though the feelings were unrequited and he compelled himself to desolate his emotions aside and concentrate on the duties and commitments he resumed to harbor as Spider-Man lived.

She discovered that Peter Parker was the masked vigilante not even a year into their friendship. She had been in his room, dropping off his omitted homework after skipping the last three classes due to disputes. She had latched the window Peter left open on purpose so he could effortlessly slip inside.

It took him five seconds to realize the window was sealed, and because of his immediate reflexes, he unexpectedly disembarked on the wall above his window and ricocheted to the ground, spraining his ankle.

At that moment she had no hint on who he was, but after peeking out the window and witnessing that he had yanked his mask off, her eyes enlarged and got her mouth sheathed in webs a second later.

It was similar to when Ned found out, except this time he had to web her mouth shut for a solid two hours.

And she didn’t talk to him for two days because of that.

She didn’t get mad that he lied to her. Surprisingly, she was calm the entire time he had to explain how he was Spider-Man (because her mouth was webbed shut, she couldn’t exactly complain, couldn’t she?), but that didn’t mean she didn’t become upset right after.

Peter understood- he lied to the girl he liked in a repudiating manner.

Now here he is, outside the emergency exit of her apartment. She was home alone, in her bedroom, listening to music as she switched from the other side of the room and back to her desk, a textbook in hand and notes strewed all around. It was finals- Peter studied during patrols with the little flash cards she gave him that he kept in his pocket.

He felt bad having to disturb her from studying, but he’ll feel even worse when he dies right outside her window from bleeding profusely.

Peter knocked on her window. She looked up, glasses slipping on the bridge of her nose and strands of hair falling from her loose ponytail. Even if she looked tired, with dark bags underneath her enthralling eyes and a pen stuck between her fetching lips, she still resembled the quintessence of beauty as the day he met her.

He smiled sheepishly while the pen in her mouth dropped from her abrupt stand. Clumsily, she pries her window open with flail fingers. Peter almost fell in if it wasn’t for her hands that went to his shoulders.

“Hi,” he whispered softly. “Listen, so I was dragged by a car from the 19th Avenue. I think- I think the road and I, we just developed into something more. We got great chemistry.”

“Oh, Jesus,” she didn’t laugh. Of course she wouldn’t- her look resembled tumultuous disdain, worried by the blood around his tattered suit, en masse. “What happened? Why’d you get dragged by a car?”

Peter coughed as she brought him to her bed, watching as she pulled the first-aid kit from underneath. She had it ready in preparation for moments like these, and he blushed when he remembered how he caught her watching videos at YouTube on how to clean and treat certain bruises.

“I was chasing this man. He had some weird tech in his van.” He explained. “I almost got hit by one of those weapon of theirs. Knocked me off.”

She remained quiet, only letting out a hum of understatement. Peter fell silent too, distracted himself by looking at her to numb out the pain he faintly felt when she rubbed alcohol over his gashes.

He wanted to tell her how he felt- how he loved her. He had the confidence underneath the mask, but without it, he felt as if he were merely a young boy filled with spasmodic nervousness and futile cowardice. But around her, regardless of the mask, he was a stuttering mess.

Love is veraciously malignant when fooled with dishonesty. Despite the cruel apathy it brought upon those who are under in it, sometimes love can be iridescently sentimental; love is etymologically pleasing yet disdainful to the fools and the lonely.

Peter loved her truly, madly, deeply. He was a fool in love with a sophisticated scrupulous woman. The saddest fear of his crept in, how she didn’t love him back- how she would never love him back because he lived two lives, and she wanted the other life with the sanguine, impregnably strong one.

Too lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t realize that she’d been calling his name softly, her hand on top of his. Now he had the chance, even if he was half naked in front of her, covered in horrifying cuts and purple hues.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “I almost thought you died there with your eyes open…”

“Uh, yeah,” he stammered, swallowing thickly. “Listen, I’m in love with you.”

If Peter said that he hadn’t envisioned the surprised, wordless, appalled countenance on your face, it would be a lie. He’d been with her through every story she told Peter regarding the boys who claimed that they loved her only to conclude with her weeping by the end of the month beneath the rain with a pint of ice cream in her hand and inside Peter’s arms.

She had the same expression on her face when he witnessed her second boyfriend confess his love for her, yet at those times, she wasn’t silent for a solid minute unlike now.

Bur what happened next was nothing he’s ever seen nor experienced before.

“Why now?” she’s skeptical, yet a small smile was etched on her face.

“What?”

“I mean, why now? When I’m fixing you up. Oh my God, are you dying? Is that why?”

Peter laughed at the sudden panic on her face. Gently, he placed his hand over hers, stopping her from continuing to place the alcohol over his already clean cuts. “I said it now because, well, why not? I mean, I could say it any time I want. I’m just…too afraid to do so.”

When her hand laid gently on the center of his bare chest and crashed her lips on his, all he felt was the adamant devotion he felt for her since the beginning that regurgitated around his head. Peter gently kissed her back, hand on her cheek and the base of her back.

He had only imagined her reaction to either be somewhat mad that they had ruined their perfect friendship or endearingly accept his love. But never in a way where they would be kissing with him looking like a bruised lover on top of her bed.

But he chose to accept this way. Frankly, it seemed better.

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