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shiro and matt calling each other by their actual names is my new religion

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The Arcade Queen (Billy Hargrove X Reader)

Welp. I fell really hard into Stranger Things, and it resulted in this little fic. Bear with me as I normally don’t write things like this. This is meant to be a Billy Hargrove X Reader, and I might make it into a mini-series if anyone wants me to continue it, this is more like a small drabble and an attempt at writing for Stranger Things. In this fic, the reader is still in school but is the assistant manager for The Palace, the arcade.

Extra: After finishing this I am so sorry for the atrocity you’re about to read.

Summary: Being the assistant Arcade Manager means you have a lot of responsibilities; repairs, cleaning, and closing for the night. However, on this night, you have a small encounter with Billy Hargrove

Working at the Palace Arcade had its perks, especially working as the assistant manager. For the most part, you could stay behind the scenes working on paperwork and expenses, ordering in new prizes.

The downside was when your co-worker couldn’t make it in for their closing shift. For 2 hours tonight you had been in charge of anything, from malfunctioning machines to trading in prizes and anything in between, all the while trying to clean up so that you could get out of work shortly after the arcade closed for the night.

Ten minutes to 11:00 you began your warnings to the few remaining players lingering around, trying their hardest to beat previous scores and earn their places. For the most part, people heeded your warnings, finishing the games they departed, hearts filled with sorrows at another failed chance of beating their rivals.

5 minutes to 11:00 and the only people left in the arcade were your regulars, Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Will along with the newcomer, Max.

“You guys have until the bathrooms are cleaned, to finish your games, and go home for the night!” You called to them, hearing them give cheers knowing full well that it would take another 15 minutes.

As you worked on the bathrooms, you could hear excited shouts from the small group you had left in the main part of the arcade, one of them was going above and beyond and by the sounds of it about to beat another high score.

When you finally finished cleaning and returned to the front of the arcade, you were greeted by fanfare and you smiled at the kids standing proudly in front of you.

“Alright, I’ll bite. Who was it this time?” You asked, referring to the happy faces in front of you.

Max shyly cleared her throat.

Despite seeing how confident the girl was in front of her friends, and in front of others…and witnessing the fights she had with her brother both at school and when she was dropped off at the arcade, the girl seemed to shut herself up into a little bundle of nerves when speaking to you.

“Well, congrats for that Max.” You praised the young girl, “We’ll have to think about finding some sort of championship arcade event for you to compete in.”

The boys instantly started echoing your statement, and as you ushered them out the door, you could hear their voices fade away into the night, all of them on their way home.

As you finished your last-minute chores before you too locked up and went home for the night, you heard scuffling from outside.

The events from the past year and the disappearances of Will and Barb had put many on edge, and despite Will being back and the police announcing that there was no reason to worry any longer, you still carried some stuff in your bag just in case of emergencies.

So here you were, all by you’re lonesome, tiptoeing around to look beside the arcade, perfume in one hand and a broom in the other. Right as you went to turn the corner, you heard more scuffling and shifting.

You leapt around the corner, letting out a loud shout as you waved the broom handle and sprayed perfume.

As you opened your eyes, you saw Max, wide-eyed and standing a few feet away from where your broom handle had been whipped around.

“Max!?” You shouted, dropping the broom.

“Uh…hey Y/N.” Max greeted with a shy, nervous wave. Resting a hand over your racing heart you gave a loud sigh.

“God, you gave me a heart attack! What are you still doing here?” You exclaimed, your racing heart calming.

“Uh…no reason, just hanging around!” Max said. “What were you er…doing with the broom…and…?”

She pointed to the perfume bottle clasped tightly in your hand.

“Do you have to clean the parking lot too?” She jested.

“Very funny Maxine.” You teased, picking up the broom handle, “And no. I thought that instead of a kid ‘just hanging around’ That someone or something else might be lingering around. So the perfume was meant to be for whatever was here…thankfully it didn’t get into your eyes.”

“Eyes?” She questioned.

“Yeah? If you were actually in trouble you could spray it into your attackers’ eyes, and it would blind them for a moment, so then you can-”

“Beat them with a broom.” Max finished.

“Well. In this case yes…but your just a kid, so you shouldn’t have to worry about any of that stuff.” You said softly, “But…it still doesn’t explain what you’re still doing here at…11:20. Arcades closed, you all got extra time too.”

Max stood in front of you, her arms crossed and face turned away from you.

“Waiting.” She finally said, however, she said it so quickly you almost missed it.

“Waiting.” You echoed. “For who?”

“My brother,” Max said quickly again.

Seeing that she clearly didn’t want to talk about it, and also seeing that she was without a sweatshirt, and even with one you were shivering from the cold Hawkins air, you finally decided that any chance of you going home early tonight would have to wait.

“Alright, well you can wait for him inside instead of wandering around out here by your self.”

“What?” She said, face snapping to yours, “I thought the arcade was closed.”

“Well I forgot that I had some paperwork to finish and my boss would lose it if I didn’t, so you mise well wait inside with me.”

The two of you made your way back inside and you grabbed some paperwork you had originally left for your next shift from the back.

Max stood with her hands in her pockets, standing by the door, watching as every car, albeit few, passed by the arcade.

“So. Your brother this late all the time?” You spoke to Max.

“Never.” She said softly.

You picked your head up, looking to the younger girl.

“Well, that’s nice…at least not tonight…but it’s awfully nice of Billy to drive you around.” You said, thinking about her older brother. He was in your grade, but the two of you hadn’t really talked, not having any periods together in school.

Max stayed quiet.

“Well, you know I could give you a ride if you want? I don’t mind if you don’t want to keep waiting.”

“I have to wait,” Max said quietly. “Billy will get in trouble if he doesn’t bring me home.”

“Well…alright.” You replied, going back to the paperwork. “Got any quarters left?”

“Huh?”

“I’m just saying if you got any quarters left, you can play a couple rounds of whatever you like. I can keep an eye on the door.”

It took Max a minute, but a little while after your final statement, she wandered away and you heard the familiar noise of a quarter slipping into a machine, and the game come alive.

You kept an eye on the clock, not willing to be here past midnight, you decided that you would just take her home, either way, a little before midnight.

A little after 11:45 you heard the purr of Billy’s Camaro roar into the parking lot. You looked up, seeing Max had once again immersed herself in a game her back turned to you, and she clearly hadn’t heard her brother pull in.

You set your pen down and walked to the door, opening it and taking a step outside, seeing Billy running his hands through his hair as he stepped out, turning every which way clearly searching for his sister.

“Hey, Hargrove.” You called out, hoping to give him a jump, however, he turned around always playing it cool.

“Y/N Right?” He said. “I’m looking for…”

“Max. I know she’s in here finishing up a game…why don’t you come in?” You said, holding the door open. Billy stood by his car for a second, clearly thinking about what you said, and you half expected him to just walk in and drag his sister out, however, he threw out his cigarette and came up to you, stepping into the arcade.

“Don’t worry Hargrove, I won’t tell anyone that you’re hanging around in the arcade.” You teased as you followed behind him. You heard him give a small chuckle in front of you.

“It’s Y/N. Right?” He said, turning around.

“Wow. So Billy Hargrove does know my name.” You laughed, making your way back to the counter to grab the sheets of paper and tuck them in the manager’s office. However, seeing a scrap piece of paper on the desk you grabbed a pen scrawling something quickly and tucking it into your pocket.

Coming back you saw Billy leaning against the counter, his eyes on Max who somehow still hadn’t realized her brother was here.

“She’s a good kid you know.” You said, leaning next to Billy, “And a great gamer. You should find her some sort of championship or something to compete in.”

“Shes a little shit,” Billy said, but the usual angry and rough tone wasn’t with the statement, it sounded lost and distant, a whisper in the woods.

“Well. If you ever need any help with her or need me to give her a ride, I won’t mind. I know she was worried about it when I asked her about it…said you’d get in trouble, but really. If you need anything…I’m typically here” You gestured.

Just as you finished your minor speech, you heard the familiar chimes of ‘Game Over’ with a combined happy shout.

“Hey Y/N! I did it again, I just beat this record!” Max exclaimed, her happy face turning upside down when she caught sight of her brother.

“Billy.” She gulped.

“Alright, little shit. Get in the car.” Billy said. Max wasted no time, giving you a small thank you and departed the arcade.

“Thanks, for watching over her while I was late,” Billy said turning around to leave, and you had a silly grin on your face, hearing the Hargrove give you a genuine thank you.

“Anytime.” You replied. Your heart raced, but you hesitantly called out to Billy once more, his face turning.

You bounded up to him and slipped the paper into his pocket.

“My number, just in case you ever need someone to get Max.” You said.

Billy tucked the paper further into his pocket, in order for it to not slip away and he gave you a cheesy smile.

“Do I have to just use it for Max?” He asked, his voice dropping lower, growing huskier, and your heart was practically visible as it beat out of your chest.

“No, if you ever need me I’ll be there too.” You whispered. Billy’s smile grew larger, and he took your hand in his own, raising it up to his lips to press a kiss to it.

“Good to know, darling.” He chuckled, and like the wind, he slipped out the door, with a soft goodnight.

You stood frozen, shell shocked, heart, beating way too fast to be considered healthy as you heard and saw the Camaro pull away and drive off into the night.

Backing up, you slipped down sitting with your back against the counter, resting your gifted hand over your heart, willing for it to both calm down, yet never stop beating for the handsome Billy Hargrove. 

I can’t wait for the next part

Heartbeat

STEVE ROGERS

Y/n is pregnant. Steve is the father. Karen is a snitch. Tony is pissed.

MASTERLIST

“Come on Nat, you can do it!” Pepper encouragers as she was trying to teach Natasha how to flip a pancake.

“I’m scared it’s going to fall on the floor.” Nat squealed quietly.

“Don’t worry, Bucky will still eat it.” Tony added.

“That was one time, and the peice of chicken had just fell, it’s not like it was down there for days.” Bucky defended.

“It had a bite taken out of it.”

“It was just one bite from Wanda, and I ate around it. Listen, I grew up in the drepression, we didn’t waste food back then, like you guys do now.”

“It’s true.” I added. We all laughed.

Nat flipped the pancake successfully and everyone playfully cheered, and clapped. Nat took a bow.

Y/n steps into the kitchen. I always loved how she looked in the morning, when her eyes are still glossy from waking up and her hair was kind of messy. I looked her up and down, she had done a good job of hiding those hickies I left on her jaw. And her hair didn’t give off sex hair vibes, which was good considering we’ve been keeping our relationship on the down low since it started about 10 months ago.

Only Natasha and Vison know about me and y/n seeing each other. Vison knows for obvious reasons (with his seeing through walls thing he has going on) and Natasha knows because she kept trying to set me up with Tony’s new secretary, and I was tired of it. Y/n wasn’t happy when she found out I told Nat, only because Natasha has been planning y/n and I’s wedding since the second I let the cat out of the bag.

“Good morning Y/n!” Peter beamed.

“Good morning Peter, are you excited for our training session today?” Y/n asked enthusiastically.

“Oh yes ma’am! I still have homework I need to finish though, so I might have to stop a little earlier.” Peter was sat down at the counter, next to Vision, who was talking with Wanda to his left.

“Ha! He just ma’am-ed you!” Tony picks at his daughter as he walked up behind her reaching past her shoulder to grab some bacon. Y/n rolled her eyes and smiled.

“He ma’am-ed me?”

“Yeah… he called you ma’am, that means you’re old.”

“Oh no! Y/n I didn’t mean it that way!” Peter frantically tries to correct himself.

Y/n just laughed. “I know what you meant Peter and thank you for being so respectful.” She gave her dad a side eye. “My dad’s just upset because he’s starting to get as old as Cap and Bucky over there.”

“Ha ha.” Tony mocked back at her, as he started making some coffee.

Once everyone was settled, y/n had sat next to me. Tony doesn’t even think twice about it, me and y/n have always been close. She has such a love for history and when we first met she would talk my ear off with questions about the war and growing up. In return I’d ask her about what’s going on in the world today. We’ve always complemented each other.

Everyone was off in their own conversations, so I took the chance to speak quietly to y/n.

“Good morning, doll.” I whispered, and placed my hand on her leg. She smiled sweetly and said good morning.

“Do you want rest of my bacon? It’s making me kind of sick.”

“I thought you loved bacon.”

“I do, but this morning it’s making me nauseous.”

“Well you look a little flush. Do you feel hot?”

“Kind of. I think I’m gonna go step outside.”

She stood up and silently made her way to the side door stepping out onto the porch looking over the pond. No one seemed to notice. Y/n had always had that way about her, not many people noticed her, she had always said she felt invisible. I don’t think it’s such a bad thing.

By that afternoon, y/n had only gotten worse. She spiked up a fever and had thrown up a few times. I’ve been in her room almost all day, the rest of the team has been out on a small mission. Peter was downstairs with his nose stuck in his homework. Y/n was laid on her side, with the covers tucked under arm, her face smushed halfway in the pillow. She was so tired, but she wanted me to tell her stories about my past, so I did. She would giggle and her hair would fall in her face whenever there was a funny part in the story.

“Well why didn’t you just walk away?” She laughed and took a deep breath in.

“I had to be there for Bucky, bastard, always getting me in trouble,” I said as I smiled at her.

Y/n alarm rang to remind her it was time to train with Peter. She started to pull the covers off her legs.

“Oh no ma’am, you’re resting today.” I stated getting up and grabbing her covers, gently pushing her back onto her pillow and tucking her back in.

“No cap, I feel better,” She protested.

“Good, that means all this resting is working.” I said playing along.

“But Peter really needs to be properly trained, incase any missions happen sometime soon.”

“I’ll train him today.”

“You don’t have to, Steve, I promise I feel %100 better.” She clearly did not feel %100 better. Her eyes were very close to shutting, her face was flushed and she still had a small fever. All in all, she was tired and needed to sleep.

“I love you,” I said as I opened the door.

I watched as she sank back into her pillow, she closed her eyes and mumbled, “I love you.”

In the kitchen, I saw Peter with his headphones in answering math problems. I walked past him and used the cord of his headphones to pull the bud out of his ear. He jerked his head up, and took his other earbud out to listen.

“Hey I’m sorry Peter, y/n is just really not feeling good, I think I’m going to take over your training today. Is that okay?”

“Of course captain, is y/n okay?” He asked, closing his text book.

“Yeah, I think she’s just exhausted,” I said “now go get changed, you got 5 minutes or you’re gonna do extra laps.”

Peter jumped up, abandoning his work and hurried to get changed.

-

“Come on kid, you’ve worked enough today, let’s go back home.” I said gesturing back in the direction of the tower. We had just ended our post training run, and we were right in front of the gate.

“Um actually, Captain, is it okay if I come home later. Ned and I have to rebuild something he broke, like usual.” Peter laughed.

“No problem kid, just don’t forget this.” I tossed his phone at him. He thanked me and took off toward his bike that he had tied up at the gate.

I turned around and started walking back to the tower, my phone rang, it was Tony. I answered it with a “hello?”

“Hey Steve, what’s wrong y/n, Wanda told me she wasn’t feeling well.” Tony asked obviously worried about his daughter.

“I think she’s fine, maybe food poisoning or something like that. Cho said it could exhaustion, which would make sense, she’s been non stop working for the past few days.”

“Okay, thank you, we should be home soon.”

“Safe travels.”

And the call ended.

I got to the door and opened it. It’s always weird when the tower is empty, it just feels foreign. I‘m on my way to y/n’s room when I hear distance, quiet cries.

Is that y/n?

I knock lightly on her door and the cries stop, like she didn’t know I was here and didn’t want me to hear her.

“Y/n, baby? Can I come in?” I asked gently, not wanting to scare her.

“Su-re.” She chocked out. Her voice was shaky.

When I opened the door, she on the floor at the end of her bed shuttering. I felt pain in heart, watching her try to hold in her cries.

“Y/n, hey.” I walked over, and sat next to her. “ are you okay? Do you feel sick? Does anything hurt?” I wanted to make sure she wasn’t in any physical pain before anything else. She shook her head no.

Her cries faltered, she sniffed and wiped her eyes. She looked at me and started sobbing again. I took her in my arms, she buried her head against my neck and wrapped one of her arms under mine and around my shoulder. My heart was breaking.

Then she looked up at me, pulled away and walked into her bathroom. She came back with something in her hand, sat down on her knees in front of me. I was still leaning against the footboard of her bed.

Her face was full of despair and worry.

She handed me a stick, a pregnancy test as I soon realized. And it read positive, and I cried too.

Tony

I was very worried about y/n, call me paranoid but ever since she was young she never got sick like the other kids. And when she did it was serious.

As of now we were heading back to the Avengers tower. I called Cho to see what she had to say about y/n, and she basically told me the same thing Steve did. And since they were both no help at all, I decided to ask Karen.

“Hey Karen! Check on y/n.”

“Y/n’s fever is down.”

“Check her heart rate.”

“Both heart rates are normal.”

“Karen, does y/n have two hearts now?” I laughed, making a mental note to check out the software again, make sure Karen hasn’t gone rouge.

“Yes Tony, y/n’s and her baby’s.” A million thoughts just went through my mind. And none of them were good.

“Her baby’s?”

“Yes, y/n is 2 weeks along, in a very healthy pregna-“

“Karen call y/n!”

“Calling Miss y/n.”

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Storm

Billy Hargrove

Prompt: In which Billy says some things he shouldn’t, leading him to apologize to his girlfriend. 

Warnings: Little bit of angst, mentions sex briefly

The air was thick and damp, complementing the dark grey sky that hung menacingly above. Rusting streetlights flickered on, illuminating every crumbling crack of the sidewalk that crunched beneath your shoes. It was obvious a storm was coming, and you prayed it wouldn’t start raining until you reached your house. Wearing only a thin t-shirt and jeans, each gusting breeze of warning made goosebumps erupt on your arms, your hands rubbing up and down on the skin in a useless attempt to warm them up. Usually, you didn’t have to worry about getting a ride home as your boyfriend, Billy, was your personal chauffeur, but after hearing the countless harsh words that escaped his lips earlier, each targeting insecurities that you hesitantly revealed to him, you couldn’t even imagine being in the same vicinity as him. 

The wind started to pick up and you still had a good half hour left before you’d even reach your neighborhood. A sigh of frustration escaped your trembling lips, and for a brief moment you wished you were in Billy’s Camaro, safe from the rain, though you pushed the thought down as memories from earlier surfaced. At the start of your relationship with Billy, your friends said you were foolish - everyone knew Billy wanted one thing and one thing only: hookups. But you reassured them that his intentions were genuine and he wouldn’t have settled down if he still wanted to fool around. Though now you wondered if being with Billy was a mistake. Was it built on one big lie or premise or desire - that being sex? It couldn’t be. Every “I love you” felt too real, too promising. Billy had opened up to you, told you about Neil and his mother and every scar that blemished his skin, so how could it all be a lie? You weren’t sure what to think, and the uncertainty made your stomach churn in fear. If it hadn’t been for the coolness of the air and the motivation to get home, you would’ve thrown up right then and there. You walked for a few more minutes until you heard the rumble of an all-too-familiar engine behind you. 

Not wanting to reveal you were aware of Billy’s presence, you looked down at the sidewalk, suddenly interested in each pebble and piece of chewed up gum imprinted into the cement. The hum of what sounded like the passenger window rolling down buzzed through the air, making you cringe. “Y/N,” Billy rasped, his tone sounding different than the usual confident one. You ignored the call, pretending that the sudden roll of thunder overpowered his plea. “Y/N, I know you can hear me. Please get in the car.” With the slight shake of your head, Billy knew it was pointless to beg - you were stubborn, and that was just one of the many reasons he adored you. You flinched at the sound of his door opening and closing, followed by heavy footsteps that were right behind you. For a moment, you thought he’d follow you the rest of the way home, each second his feet crunched on the sidewalk feeling like an eternity, until he weaved around you. Billy’s left hand rested on your shoulder while the other hooked beneath your chin so you’d meet his gaze. Then, the rain started. A small droplet plopped onto your arm, others haphazardly falling wherever they could. “I’m so sorry, baby, I really am. I didn’t mean anything I said earlier, you know that.” Billy’s eyes were soft, but you could see beyond that there was a storm brewing, much like the one you stood amidst. His words made your bottom lip quiver, and you attempted to turn away so he couldn’t see you cry. 

“Baby…” Billy mumbled, following you. A few tears had slipped out, though you weren’t sure if he would be able to notice through the rain. He did. Billy wrapped his arms around your trembling figure, feeling his heart ache as a sob wracked your body. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, babygirl.” He repeated over and over, feeling overwhelmed in the guilt that swarmed over him. “Let’s go in the car, yeah?” He asked softly, picking you up once you nodded in approval. Billy sat in the driver’s seat with you straddling his lap, still crying into his chest. Though he was freaking out on the inside, unsure of what to say or do to help you, he remained calm, smoothing your hair down as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. A few minutes had passed by and your sobs had finally resided, evolving to small sniffles and tear-stained cheeks, rosy with exertion. Billy felt relieved, having thought that you would never stop crying, as crazy as it sounded. 

“I can’t tell you enough how sorry I am. You know how beautiful I think you are, baby. You’re the most beautiful girl in Hawkins - hell in the whole world, for that matter. I chose you, and only you. You’re my girl and I love you.” Though his words were cheesy, he knew it was what you needed to hear to settle your doubtful thoughts and anxiety. You sniffed your final sniffle and sat up, wiping away any remaining tears from your cheeks. Billy smiled softly at the sight, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “I forgive you. I’m sorry for overreacting, I was just scared that you really thought those things.” You pressed a short kiss to his lips, laughing as he leaned in for another. He laughed too, pulling you into his chest as he held you tightly. Billy sighed in bliss, muttering, “Never leave me.” You smiled, looking up at him. “I could never.”

This drawing is amazing and the answer is so good

shout out to @stellalights for making me want to do THIS at 5 AM IN THE MORNING I have yet to sleep and now I have work :) Anyways, this was the most breathtaking shot of the season. I love keith, but this season made me love him 10x more.  This song honestly defined the season for me. 

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Starlight Saviour (Chapter Two) -- Billy Hargrove

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Summary: Being Steve Harrington’s younger sister and the notorious girlfriend of Billy Hargrove is hell. Especially when your boyfriend becomes infected and you’re the only one willing to step between him and the monster.

Warnings: Injury descriptions, angst

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!Harrington!reader

Word Count: 2k+

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Finally Found My Way

Part 12

Warning: language, a lot of fluff, and um SMUT

Summary: After four years of being tortured by hydra, you were finally back, yours powers stronger than ever. But that was not all.

Word Count: 4.5K

“What took you so long?” Mj said as you sat down beside her.

“My Dad was telling me somethin” You said, she nodded her head. Peter and Ned sat in front of you and Mj, Flash sat on the other side, and the rest of the team was spread out. This decathlon trip was pretty small only 20 people came. Towards the middle of the trip Mj decided, as captain of the decathlon team, to ask some questions. You decided not to answer all of them even though you knew all of them. You were just tired and you had to admit, maybe a little out of it. Peter on the other hand was just straight up mad. He didn’t know why you were pushing him away, or why you’ve been avoiding him or why you yelled at him.

The trip from NYC to DC was four hours, but it took six hours for you guys due to traffic. When you guys got to the hotel Mr. Harrington assigned all of you rooms and a roommate. Luckily you and Mj were together. Ned was with Peter as usual, Flash stuck with Derek. And so on.

“The decathlon starts tomorrow at 10:00am. Everyone should be awake by 8 o’clock so we can leave here at 9. This isn’t like last time, the hotel is an hour away, this was the closest hotel the school could find.” Mr. Harrington said. “We’re all going to meet here in two hours which is at-“ he checks his watch, “7 o’clock for dinner. Got it?” All the students say yes.

Mj opened the room door, stepping in first. You followed behind closing the door. You take a look at the room, pretty nice, two separate beds, a small tv in front, a little desk on the side and a bathroom. A normal hotel room. Mj drops her bag on one of the beds. “I’m gonna take a long shower until we have to leave. You can use the bathroom now so you don’t have to wait long.”

“Ok.” You say making your way to the bathroom. You wash your face and use the toilet. You step out when your done, “all yours.”

—- Peter’s room ——

“ I call this bed!” Ned says jumping on the bed closest to the window. Peter drops his bag on the other bed, just giving Ned a small nod. Ned sits up from the bed, looking at Peter. Usually they fought over who got the bed closest to the window, they usually had a blast on these trips, but he’s noticed Peters been down ever since Friday. “Hey man, you alright?”

Peter turns his head giving Ned a forced smile. “Yea, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t maybe because you look like you wanna beat the shit out of someone every time I look at you,” Ned says casually.

Peter flops down on the bed as he groaned into the pillow. “She’s being so…so…so difficult!”

“Y/N?” Ned says already knowing the answer. Peter flips onto his back as he looked up at the ceiling.

“Yes y/n! I don’t know what she wants! I’m fucking there for her…all the time and what does she do… SHE YELLS AT ME!!” Ned stays silent letting Peter rant on. “And what, it’s my fault. The fuck??? I didn’t do shit to make her hate me! And now she wants me to leave her alone, after everything we’ve been through. I can’t. I can’t just let her go. I’m fucking in love with her and SHE DOESN’T EVEN SEE IT!” Peter brought the pillow up and covered his face as he yelled into it again.

“Why don’t you tell her?” Ned says, trying to think of ways to help his friend.

“She doesn’t even want me to go near her. She told me to stay away from her. And even if I did tell her she’d probably reject me right away.” Peter said calming down a bit.

“How will you know?” Ned says, peter turns to see his friends face looking back at him.

“I don’t know. Whatever.” Peter says as his body sunk into the mattress.

-two hours later-

“Peter wake up, we gotta go.” Ned says shaking Peters body. Peter groaned as he shrugged Ned’s hands off. “We have to eat dinner.”

“You go… I’m not hungry.” Peter says keeping his eyes closed.

“Fine.” Ned says as he walks towards the door. “I’ll bring back some food though.” Peters just fell back asleep.

—after dinner—

“Hey Ned, uh- where’s Peter?” You say walking down the hall with Ned.

“Oh um Peter, he was tired, didn’t want to come down.” He said not daring to look in your eyes.

“O-okay-“ you were cut off by Flash grabbing you and Neds shoulder.

“We’re all gonna head to the pool in twenty minutes, you guys better be there!” Flash said running past you both.

“Lit!” Ned said excitedly. “I’m gonna see you in a few.” Ned says stopping at his door.

“Okay, see ya.” You say walking past him.

Mj was already in the room sitting on her bed with a book in her hand. “Hey, you going to the pool?” You said grabbing your duffel bag from the floor and lifting it on the bed.

“Yea but I’m not gonna swim, just sit on the side. You?” She says looking at you struggling to find something in your bag.

“Yea, just looking for my bathing suit.” You said finally pulling out your red bikini. “I’m gonna quickly change and we can go.

—Peter’s room—-

“Hey man everyone’s going to the pool right now, you coming?” Ned said as he got out of the bathroom to find Peter flipping through the channels.

“Is Y/N gonna be there?” Peter asks not looking away from the screen.

“Yea but-“

“Then I’m not going. I’m tired anyways and I need to study more.” Peter says finally settling on an old movie.

“C'mon man it’ll be fun. Everyone’s going-“

“I said no. Just go have fun.” Peter says. Ned just nods his head and exits the room.

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You looked around the pool, everyone was there. Everyone except for Peter. That’s it! I’m done with this bullshit.

“I’m gonna be right back,” you tell Mj as you leave the pool and head up to the rooms. You were still wearing your hoodie and shorts, still haven’t taken them off. However you were barefoot because who wears shoes when they go to the pool?

You stopped in front of Peter’s door, your hand hovering over the door. This was a bad idea. But before you back out, your hand came in contact with the door. No answer. You knocked again, this time louder. You heard shuffling around the room and someone unlocking the door. And then there he stood. Curls messed up, sweatpants hanging loosely around his hips and his gray sweater covering his hands. He looked like a mess, but he still managed to look flawless.

“Y/N?” Peter says looking at you and then around to see if anyone was with you. “W-what are… what are you doing here?” He said as his hand went through his hair.

“We need to talk.” You said as you tried not to blush, only images of his naked self popping into your head. Peter stepped out of the way, letting you walk in. He shut the door behind him, taking only a few steps forward. You turn on your heel so you could face him. Peter was looking at his hands as he played with the sleeves of his shirt.

“I already know you hate me, you don’t have to tell me.” Peter says quietly, you could hear his voice crack as he got the words out. And that was a sound you never wanted to here.

“What?!” You weren’t expecting to hear that. You say taking a step forward. Peter looks up at you meeting your gaze.

“You’ve been avoiding me like I’ve got the plague and when I go to ask you what’s up you blow up in my face! I’m so done with this bullshit. If you hate me or don’t wanna see me then fine, just don’t yell at my face saying it.” Peter says quickly looking away from you.

“Peter I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.” You say stepping closer to Peter. Now your just inches apart and you could see how much you hurt Peter. Fuck this wasn’t how it was suppose to go. “I’m sorry that I hurt you.” You say quietly.

“Y/N I can’t do this.” He says softly. You look up at him seeing his eyes glazed over.

“What do you mean you can’t do this?” No no no you messed up.

“I can’t do this,” he gestures between you and him, “you and me I can’t.”

You feel the pressure on your heart again, your losing him. “W-what, w-why?” Peter looks up at you.

“I can’t do this because I can’t deal with the fact that I can never be with you. That I can never kiss you, that I can never say how hot and sexy you look. When I can’t say your my girl every time you do something amazing which is everyday. When I can’t take you out on dates and treat you the way your supposed to be treated. When I can’t hold your hand in the hallways and make you feel like your the only girl in the world. When I can’t kiss every inch of your body and make you feel the pleasure you should feel… When I can’t love you the way you should be loved.” You stood there. Shock wasn’t even it, maybe it was. You just couldn’t breathe. He said everything you’ve thought would never happen. But he does, he wants you. After everything that’s happened… he wants you.

You tackle Peter to the ground with a hug. You straddle his hips between your legs, you lift your head up, cupping his cheeks with both your hands and you crash your lips with his. “I love you Peter Parker, I love you so much.” You say against his lips. Peter smiles in the kiss as he deepens it. His hands come up to hold your waist. He finally pulls back, reciprocating the words you said before.

“I love you too Y/ N Stark.” You continue to kiss. Your tongues moving in sync as your hands tangle in his hair. You both pull back to get some air, but that doesn’t stop Peter from trailing the kisses down your neck. You let out a breathy moan as he finds a spot on your neck and begins to suck.

“I was avoiding you Peter because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The only thing I’ve been thinking about was you… in the shower.” Peter freezes, he pulls away from your neck slowly, you see his face red as a tomato.

“Oh-um uh a-about that-“ you cut him off before he could finish.

“Peter, every time I see you it’s like all the oxygen in the room has been removed and I-I just can’t breathe. And that was before seeing you naked in the shower. I’ve always liked you Peter, but after the shower I just couldn’t face you without being a horny teenager. Peter I love your smile and your laugh and your dumbass jokes that for some reason always has me dying on the floor. I love the endless nights we stay up watching movies that we’ve already watched a billion times, and when we’d play chess on the field. And I love it when you hold me at night, close to your body, telling me I’ll be okay, because I really feel okay when I’m with you. Peter you make me feel safe when no one else can. Peter I’m so in love you and it’s-it’s like a disease, I’m infected by Peter Parker.” You let out sigh, finally you got it all out. Peter has a huge smile that goes from ear to ear and makes his eyes crinkle.

“I’m in love with you too and everything about you.” Peter says pulling you back down into another kiss. This one more loving, it’s the kiss you have when you truly love someone. When you truly know there yours. You pull back as you caress Peters cheeks, a goofy smile on his face as he stares back up at you.

“I’m sorry I hurt you Peter, I’m so sorry.” You say softly, Peters hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“Y/N, you can never hurt me. I’m here for you, I’m always going to be here.” You smile down at Peter, as he pulls you in for another kiss. This one is more slow, and deep. Peter’s tongue explores  your mouth, as his hands trace the sides of your body. He retracts his tongue from your mouth, and traces down your jaw to your neck. You hands tangle in his hair, holding his head close to your body. Your breathing becomes heavy as he begins to suck the sweet spot between your neck and collarbone. His hands slip under your shirt as he holds your bare waist, rubbing his thumbs on your soft skin.

“P-Peter…let’s go to the bed.” Peter looks up at you and nods his head. He stands up, lifting you with him, your legs wrapped around his torso. He laid you down gently on his bed, as he continued to kiss down your neck. You slid back on the bed, to give room for Peter, who gladly comes on. He spreads your legs apart, as he settles himself between you. He reattaches your lips with his, as his hands tug at the hem of your hoodie. You sit up, lifting the hoodie above your head and throwing it to the side. You lay back down, waiting for Peter to continue. But he just stares at you, taking in your beauty. He’s seen you without a shirt on, he’s seen you without a bra on, but this is different then the other times. Your not doing this so he can cut you open, your not doing this because your drunk, your doing this because you want to. You soon become insecure under Tom’s gaze, your hands slide around your torso covering it. Peter takes your hands in his, as he kisses you again.

“Your the most beautiful girl in the world. And might I add very fucking hot.” You let out a soft chuckle as Peter kisses down your chest, his lips suck on the top of your breast, your bikini covering your nipples but you could still see a fare share. You soon feel the need for Peter to suck on you. So you arch your back, your hands slipping behind you as you unclasp the bikini top and throw it to the side. Peter freezes. “Fuck” he says under his breath. God you were the most amazing girl he’s ever met, and now you want him. It almost felt like a dream. Peter looks up into your eyes, his face becoming heated. “Um-uh c-can I t-touch em?” Peter says shyly. You smile back up at him.

“Yea Peter, you can touch em” Peter’s hands come down to cup your breasts, his fingers begin to roll his on your now hard nipples. You let out a breathy moan. Peter eye’s widen at hearing you, his head dips down, as he kisses the gap between your breasts. He wanted to hear the pretty noises again. He takes in your right nipple in his mouth. Your breathe hitches, as he begins to suck. Your hands return to Peters hair, pulling him closer to your chest. You let out a few moans, that send shivers down Peter’s spin. He does the same to your other breast. You then begin to tug on Peters shirt, he finally takes it off disgaurding it somewhere in the room. Your thighs rub together, trying to get some friction. Peter soon sees you struggling and begins to kiss down your chest until his lips are right above the waistband of your shorts. He looks up at you before he does anything.

“Um c-can I?” He asks, you nod down at him. He starts to pull your shorts down your legs until there fully off. He settles himself between your legs, coming back up to kiss you. You then feel it. His bulge touching your core. You both let out a gasp-moan type of thing. But that doesn’t stop you from grinding your hips on Peters, earning a few moans from him. Peter quickly sits up , dropping his sweats down and getting back on top of you, his erection was more visible through his boxers. The friction between the two of you was unbearable, but you didn’t know what to do. If you were being honest you were a little nervous, this was your first time. Peter continues to kiss your neck as his hands hold your breasts.

“P-Peter?” Peter picks up his hand and looks at you. You noticed his swollen lips, red cheeks and curls that fell onto his forehead. Fuck why does he look more attractive?! “I-I’ve never had sex.” You say quietly, a little embarrassed.  

“Same.” Your eyes widen, “We can stop. I’m not rushing into anything, I’m fine if you are. But we can stop.” Peter says quickly. he wanted to make you feel safe and comfortable. he didn’t want you to be pressured into anything. But you weren’t, you were just afraid that you might not be good. That Peter won’t like you anymore. If anything, you really did want lose your virginity right now, to Peter. Only Peter. You shake your head.

“No, I-I wanna keep going.” You say looking up at Peter innocently. And that just makes Peter’s love for you grow even more.

“Y/N you don’t have to-”

“I want too. I want to have sex with you Peter. Only you.” you say nodding your head.

Peters face became more flustered, “Okay.” he said leaning down to kiss you. “Give me a second,” he says jumping off the bed and running to his bag, which laid by the bathroom door. You saw him shuffle through his clothes, until he came back with a… condom.

“You seem prepared?” you say teasingly. Peter hopes back on the bed, as he came back between your legs.

“Well um, when we got off the bus, Flash gave all the guys condoms saying that we might get laid and we should be prepared.” Peter says, as his cheeks became more red. You let out a soft laugh, that seems to ease Peter’s nerves. Peter dips down connecting your lips together. He moved his kisses down your body until he was by your bikini bottoms. He hooked his fingers around the sides, but looked up at you one more time. “Are you sure?”

“Yes Peter, I’m sure.” And with that, Peter slid them down your legs until they were on the ground on the other side of the room. Your legs were spread apart, and Peter was between you. Peter was only inches away from your throbbing core. As eyes widened when he noticed how wet you were.

“Fuck, that shouldn’t be legal.” He says coming closer. You let out a breathy laugh. He soon got close enough that you could feel his breath against your heat. Peter left kisses along your inner thigh.

“P-Peter, please.” you say as you watched Peter between you. Peters eyes flicked up to see your begging ones. A smirk was plastered on his face as he took a bold lick up your folds. You let out a moan, as your hand comes to hold onto his hair. Peter begins to suck your clit as his hands held your waist. Soon enough, you feel a finger slip inside you. You gasp at the sudden movement but relax at the pleasure of his finger inside you. He then slipped in another finger as he began to pump you. He continued to suck your clit as his finger curled inside you. You the get a feeling in your stomach that you’ve never felt before. You’ve read stuff online, so your pretty sure this is a build up to an orgasm. “P-Peter-“ you get cut off when you no longer feel Peters fingers inside you. You open your eyes, which you hadn’t realized were closed. They landed on … Peter sucking his dripping fingers. He took out his fingers with a ‘pop’.

“Your so fucking good,” he said licking his lips.

“Peter… please.” You say breathlessly.

“Please what,” Peter whispers in your ear as he kisses under your ear. Your fingers come up to the waistband of his boxers. You tug on them a little.

“I need you inside me Peter. I need you to fuck me, please.” Your practically begging now.

“As you wish.” Peter sits up on his knees lowering his boxers down until his length came up slapping against his chest.

“Fuck-“ you never thought you’d Peter Parker naked in front of you again.

“I should probably text Ned to stay with Flash for the night,” you just nod, not taking your eyes off of the boy you love. Peter was kneeling between your legs, fully naked, texting his friend. You saw his cock twitch, and you couldn’t help it. Your soft hands wrapped around his hard length. And you begin to pump. Your hand sliding up and down his shaft. Peter almost drops his phone as he lets out a moan. “F-Fuck Y/N.” Peter hits send as he drops his phone to the side, ripping the condom open. “I need to be inside you.” Is all he says as he slips the condom into his cock. You lay back down on the bed as he comes between you. One hand was on one side of your head keeping his balance, the other held his cock. “It’s going to hurt when I go in. But it will feel good after.” Peter says as he looks into your eyes.

“Okay,” you saw smiling at Peter.

“Okay, if you want me to stop just tell me.” You nod your head, as Peter crashes his lips with yours. “I love you so much,” he says against your lips.

“I love you too.”

“Okay ready.” Peter says as his head teases your folds.

“Yes I’m ready.” And with that, Peter guides himself, pushing into you. His head falls on your shoulder as he lets out a loud groan.

“Fuckkk!- your so t-tight.” He says trying to hold still. You had to admit it, it hurt. But after adjusting a little you told peter he could start moving. Peter intertwined your hands as he kissed you deeply. His thrusts were slow and deep. The pain quickly turned to pleasure, his length slipping in and out of you, hitting your walls.

“F-fuck Peter…. please go f-faster” You say, Peter picks up the speed. He slids in and out, his thrusts hitting the perfect spot. But you needed more. “Fuck Peter!” You yell out when you feel his lips reattaching to your breasts. He couldn’t help himself, he loved the noises that left your lips. He loved the noises that he made leave your lips.

“I-I read online… if you d-do this, you hit a different spot.” Peter picked up one of your legs resting them on his shoulder, he readjusted himself so he was more on his knees as he hit a spot you’ve never felt. It was so much deeper. You moaned loudly, practically screaming. It felt so good. as he slammed into you. “T-there it is”, he said continuing to hit the same place earning louder moans from you. You soon feel the knot you felt earlier.

“F-fuck, I think I-I’m gonna come.” Peter picks up the speed as his hand came down to rub circles on your clit. Your head fell back in ecstasy. You fingers grazed Peters back. Crescents and red marks decorated Peters back.

“Come for me.” Peter says as you begin to unravel. Peter continues as you clench around his cock earning a loud moan from him. His thrusts become sloppy as he sucks on your neck. Soon enough Peter’s head rests on your shoulder as a loud moan escapes his lips. You and Peter stay like the for a few more minutes until it starts to hurt.

“P-peter can you pull out?” You say softly, Peter quickly pulls out.

“S-sorry.” He says flopping down next to you. He leans in planting his lips against yours as a real sorry.

“That was-“

“Amazing.” Peter says kissing you once more.

“Yea really amazing. Thank you.” You say softly as you looked into his chocolate orbs.

“No, thank you for trusting me with this.” Peter says kissing your forehead. “I love you.” Peter says.

“I love you too.” Peter soon got off the bed. Going into the bathroom. He wet a towel before he came back. He cleans you up first, spreading your legs and softly rubbing the towel on your core and around, cleaning the mess. Then doing the same for himself. He picks up your bikini bottoms and hoodie handing them to you as he slips on his boxers. “I really like that hoodie,” Peter says with a smirk as you put on the hoodie, letting it fall down your chest.

You looked down at the hoodie your eyes widening. You forgot you even had this, you just threw stuff into your bag hoping you got everything. This was Peter’s hoodie. The one he gave you after that night in his room. You felt your face heat up as you played with the sleeves of the hoodie. “Oh I um I just threw whatever I found on.”

“You look amazing in it.” He says sitting back down on the bed, pulling your body into his.

“Can I stay here for the night?” You ask quietly. “I want you to hold me.” Peter looks down at you, as a smile tugs on his lips.

“Of course,” He pulls the blankets out as he let’s you crawl under and soon follows. When the blankets came above the both of you, Peter pulled you close to his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder as your legs slipped between his. Your hand traced shapes on his bare chest. Peter kissed the top of your head as he relaxed into your touch. He missed this. He missed you. He vowed to himself to never let anything happen to you. He was never going to let someone hurt you, or make you feel like you need to prove yourself. Because you are perfect just the way you are. And he was going to protect you anything and everything. “Goodnight beautiful.” Peter whispers as you fall asleep in his arms.

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A/N: I just felt like in this part there should be smut, sorry if it was unexpected, but I thought it was cute.  And Part 13 will probably be the last part to this series, I might have an epilogue idk. I’m gonna open requests soon, so keep checking! Love y’all ;) 

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