[ nurse my wounds ]
You curled up on your king-sized bed with a book in your hands, barely soaking in the words. You weren’t quite sure what possessed you to buy it anyway, since you weren’t really fond of fairy-tales. But things as you know them have been changing, especially since your boyfriend told you he was a masked vigilante.
Three short taps on your window signaled your boyfriend’s arrival, and your heart leaped as you rushed to the window pane. Opening the window, you helped Peter in, and he sat on the ledge, trying not to let in puddles of water on your carpeted floor. It was pouring rain outside, and he was soaked. You noted that he was still in disguise, and took this to mean he swung over here directly after his fight.
“Such a bad boy,” you teased as you gently pushed his mask off. His cheeks were dusted pink from your comment, but he was smiling. His face was littered with scratches a
Peter was in the middle of tinkering with his camera. He was mumbling about how he hated when it broke and how he needed a new one. I was attempting to listen to him, enjoying his little mutterings before I realised something. The lack of warmth in my hands. The lack of warmth that has always been there ever since I was kid. And Peter's bare neck.
I smile to myself before leaning up and placing my han
As you clutched your sides, laughing out loud, Peter raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"
Taming your laughter for a brief moment, you inquired, "You mean to tell me that you still got virgin lips?" You knew that you were exaggerating the situation, but you could not help but mess with your brunet friend.
Glancing off to the side, his eyes covered by the rim of his glasses as he blushed, Peter stammered, "Yeah, so? There's nothing wrong with that."
"There's nothing wrong with that?!" you quoted. Your laughing fit had subsided, but a teasing look resumed on your face. "Peter, you're a senior in high school! Everyone's kissed somebody by that point."
"Oh yeah? Well, who's your first?" Peter questioned you. He was obviously trying to pin the point of interest on you. The mortified look on his face made that obvious.
"Doesn't matter; I ended up regretting it," you answered, rolling your eyes. Putting the spotlight on him again, you laid on your stomach as you continued, "
A/N: I'm not really sure how I feel about this one. I just felt compelled to write it XD. Yeah lol.
A/N 2: This GIF makes me want to cry . Also, I'm warning you now, take caution. Sad Petey ahead
Please Read The Description After Reading. Enjoy Lovelies x
You enthusiastically nodded your head as you slid down your hallway in your forest green Dino onesie. You made a sharp right before running into the small kitchen of your , running and sliding as you did. You were currently preparing for a movie night with your best friend Peter Parker. Peter was usually busy doing his Spiderman thing or was often with Gwen, so you didn't get to see him often. However, the two of you made a pact so that every Sunday evening you would do something together, and tonight was one of those nights.
Whilst you waited for Peter to finish up with his routine check on
She stands in an aisle, searching for a specific item when she notices several other customers watching her, whispering. She ignores it for a while and focuses on obtaining the items that she was looking for and returning to Peter - who was most likely asleep in her car. When she appears at the till with her items she spots the woman at the cashier looking at her with the same glances that the coupe before had.
It was at that moment, as she caught hold of her reflection in the reflective glass behind the woman, that she remembered:
She had fallen down the stairs a few days ago and a few bruises and cuts painted her features.
"Here's a number that you can call, dear, if you ever need anyone to talk to. I
When she had tried it on again less than two weeks ago it was too around her middle which caused her to use the extra cash that they had to let it out and make sure that it fit her figure perfectly.
Her hair had been formed into a neat bun with a few strands framing her face. The makeup artist did a wonderful job at keeping her makeup simple and easy to take off once the night was over.
Her hands were shaking as she smoothed them over the front of her dress. Just wedding nerves, she had been telling herself. Multiple times she had been offered a small splash of alcohol to settle the nerve, but, she refused; claiming that it could only make her nerves worse and she was afraid that if she had anything to drink that she would vomit. So, she stuck with the water.
When the time came for her to
The weather was chilly outside. I could see it snowing from my bedroom window. New York was always cold in the winter. But my mind was certainly not on the weather.
"She has to know," I muttered to myself, pacing backwards and forwards through my room. I shook my head slightly. But how on earth was I supposed to tell her? How was I, Peter Parker - the shy, nerdy high school boy, supposed to tell (Y/n) - the most beautiful and smartest girl in the world, that I was Spider-Man?
I kicked my desk chair in frustration. What if I told her and she freaked out? Yeah, okay, so I suppose anybody would freak out a little if they heard that their best friend was a superhero... But what if she got really upset? What if she stopped talking to me? I don't think I could handle that.
"Ugh, forget about that," I snapped at myself. I had to tell her no matter what happened.
"Peter!" I heard my aunt calling up to
They were, somehow, beginning to make an appearance throughout the house. She had no idea where they were coming from. She wasn't even aware that she had a problem with spiders in her house! And now, instead of her house looking Christmassy it was beginning to look like she had forgotten to take done a few Halloween decorations instead.
It was frustrating!
One minute they weren't there and then suddenly there were at least four of them in her room! She want to attempt the search for the ugly bugs, knowing full well that she would most likely just scream and throw a book at it. And she knew her dad wasn't willing to search for something when they both knew that it was most likely dead or had fled their house.
So why was there one more cobweb hanging in the corner of her room?
Now, this one was a little different than the other four. The others had been blank, apart from the usual patterns, like a spider web should be. But this one, this one was rather confusing. Remember th