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CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. luca guadagnino

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All These Years [Part 5: "Graduation"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You met Matthew Murdock unexpectedly at Columbia University and you couldn't deny that there was an instant attraction–for you. But for Matt, you became as close of a friend to him as Foggy did. As the years pass by, your feelings only grow for your best friend, but all you can do is watch as he dates and sleeps with every other woman on campus and eventually in New York City but you.

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains emotional hurt with no comfort until the final installments, angst, pining, friends to lovers, slowburn, and eventually smut

Word Count: 4.2k

a/n: This one hurts a little differently than the others. But oh, the next installment will be interesting...and that one is tentatively titled "Jealous and Impolite," but the title may change a tad when I have it written out. And we're pretending Foggy and Matt briefly get an apartment together at the beginning of their internship but then have their own place shortly before they open their own firm (but it's not really important besides Matt's upcoming nighttime hobby). The list of installments for this series can be found here. And feedback is always appreciated!

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Weaving your way around the crowds of people milling about in different directions outside on the campus lawn, your hands nervously fidgeted with the powder blue cap held between them. Your robes swished around your bare calves as you navigated the uproar around you, the weight of them uncomfortable over your dress on this warmer late May afternoon. All the while your eyes searched for Matt and Foggy among the chaos as you maneuvered your way around group after group of people. 

Your graduation ceremony had finished just before theirs, but you'd stayed behind in order to watch the pair of them walk, just like you’d promised them you would. You hadn't had a chance to see either of them before graduation this morning though, having been too busy getting ready yourself while trying to refrain from vomiting from the nerves swirling in your stomach. And when Matt's name had finally been called out and you had seen him walk across that stage in his own powder blue cap and gown, your heart had nearly stopped in your chest at the sight. It was like time had slowed down to a drag, your eyes following his every movement. He looked so handsome and happy, a broad smile on his face as he accepted the diploma cover. It wasn't until he'd walked off the stage that you had realized you'd been holding your breath, a wide smile spread across your own mouth. 

After his breakup with Elektra, Matt’s motivation had significantly plummeted. He’d been a mess for weeks, barely ever wanting to leave his bed and attend classes. He often said it wasn’t because of her, trying to deny it everytime you or Foggy tried to comfort him over the situation, but you and Foggy knew better. Matt hadn’t been himself for a very long time after Elektra had broken his heart. He’d even almost missed an important exam that he needed to pass in order to graduate the other week. If it hadn’t been for Foggy forcing him to get out of bed and get dressed and then practically dragging him to the exam himself, Matt would surely have missed it and he wouldn’t have been walking across that stage today. 

And the thought of that killed you, knowing just how much it had meant to Matt to graduate with this degree. How hard he’d been working for years for it. He had always been so incredibly passionate about law and about wanting to help those who weren’t fortunate enough to be able to afford good legal representation in the future. He’d been like that since the day you’d first met him in the library. You had spent many a night over the past couple of years listening to him and Foggy debate different topics in their dorm room–ethics often being a big one between them. And the way Matt always spoke so eloquently and intensely about his love and desire to help others had only steadily grown your love for him in return over the years you’d come to know him. He had the most compassionate heart of anyone you’d ever met and he had the most brilliant mind to accompany it. So it only broke your own heart further seeing him giving up on his dreams ever since she had disappeared. Which had once again only given you further reason to hate Elektra–she’d come into his life in a whirlwind and left a mess of the man he’d once been in her wake. 

Though while she’d certainly crushed his spirit–withering it away to almost nothing–she hadn’t broken him completely. You and Foggy had spent plenty of time picking up the pieces and putting him slowly back together. Encouraging him to focus on his studies and to let her go. Eventually he’d done just that, and now him and Foggy were off to intern at a large law firm–Landman and Zack. The pair of them had even gotten an apartment together lined up. Meanwhile, you were still waiting to hear back about the position you’d interviewed for last week, hoping you would have the funds to continue to pay for the apartment you’d recently leased. You were waiting on that news to come some time today, though.

The sound of your name being called out from behind you drew you to a stop and pulled you straight from your thoughts. Your brows furrowed as you spun in a circle, searching for whoever it was that might have been calling for you. A few seconds later, your eyes scanning the throngs of people around you, you finally spotted Foggy and Matt emerging from the masses. Both men were grinning wide, Matt holding onto Foggy’s forearm as Foggy led the pair of them over towards you. They were clutching their diploma covers under an arm, the sight still surreal.

“I didn’t think I’d ever find you two!” you exclaimed, making your way towards them.

“It’s a goddamn madhouse here!” Foggy shouted back, the grin never leaving his mouth. “And don’t you look stunning in that baby blue potato sack!”

You laughed, shooting Foggy the finger before your eyes shifted to Matt. The pair of them came to a stop just before you and you felt your heart speed up in your chest as your eyes took in the sight of Matt in his cap and gown. His dark glasses were covering his eyes, but nothing could hide the glow of sheer happiness and excitement on his face as he beamed back at you. You tried hard to fight the ridiculous smile on your own face as you stared at him for a moment, but you noticed Foggy beside him had certainly caught the stupid, dopey smile you were aiming at Matt. Heat rose up to your cheeks as you glanced down in embarrassment, grateful Matt couldn’t see it himself.

“We fucking did it!” Foggy cried out. 

“I can’t believe it still,” you admitted, running a hand through your hair. “Like, I feel like I still have classes next week to attend. Projects to finish. More boring lectures to heavily caffeinate before so I don’t fall asleep.”

Matt chuckled, the sound warm and comforting to your nerves. He was always so comforting to you, though, you thought. And he never even realized it.

“It might be awhile before it sinks in, but you certainly don’t have all of that to worry about anymore,” he assured you.

“No,” Foggy cut in. “Now we just have to worry about getting jobs and paying bills.”

“Speaking of,” Matt began, his head tilting to the side as he focused in on you, “did you hear back from that company yet?”

Shaking your head a little solemnly, you replied with a soft, “No.”

“Ahh, well,” he said, the smile never leaving his face, “I’m sure you’ll hear back later today with good news. You’re amazing and they’d be morons not to hire you.”

“If only I could put that on my resume,” you joked.

Someone hit your elbow as they barreled past you from behind. You winced, rubbing your arm as you shot them a glare at their back. Beside Matt, Foggy sent you a sympathetic look.

“Why don’t we get out of this post-ceremony chaos?” he suggested. “Before the next one starts?”

Your eyes darted around, taking in the neverending streams of people. There was a sea of powder blue almost everywhere you looked.

“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea,” you agreed.

Matt quickly shifted his diploma cover to his hand, extending the arm he wasn’t hanging on to Foggy with out towards you. Your eyes dropped down to it, your brows drawing together in confusion.

“Here, you want to hold on to me?” Matt asked, his arm still offered towards you. “I don’t want to lose you out here. I know I can’t actually see the chaos ensuing, but I can certainly hear it. Sounds pretty bad.”

Switching your own diploma to the other hand, you reached out and looped your arm through Matt’s. He drew you in close to his side immediately after, taking you by surprise when your hip bumped up against his thigh under his graduation gown. Foggy peering around Matt completely cut off whatever reaction your body was about to have to that contact instantly.

“Hey, you want to come with us to grab lunch?” Foggy asked. “My family wanted to celebrate last minute and I know yours couldn’t be here today. You want to join us?”

The three of you began walking, Foggy and you navigating the group of you around the masses of people as Matt fell in step between you both. Your hip kept brushing up against Matt’s thigh though and it was taking every ounce of your focus to ignore it as you walked.

“Oh, lunch?” you asked, hip yet again bumping Matt’s solid thigh. 

“You’d make me feel less like the weird, adopted child,” Matt joked.

You laughed lightly, turning your body just at the last moment towards Matt to avoid bumping into a couple walking past you. You felt his arm tense around yours as your chest briefly pressed against him before you swiftly pulled back away. 

“I uh, I can’t,” you answered quickly, trying to ignore whatever weirdness you’d just caused. “I haven’t finished packing up my dorm fully. Sort of wanted to get it done before dinner tonight.”

Foggy peered around Matt again, catching your eye. “You’re still coming over to celebrate tonight at least, right?” he asked. “Because I’ll be mad at you if you don’t.”

You scoffed loudly, rolling your eyes. “Are you kidding me, Nelson? Of course I’m coming over to celebrate our last night in our dorms. Why the hell would I miss that?” you asked.

“Just making sure,” he said.

The three of you finally made it away from the ceremony location, coming to a stop just before one of the main paths on campus. People were still milling about, but it was at least vastly less populated here. You slipped your arm out from underneath Matt’s, his head snapping towards you at the loss of contact.

“This is where we part ways for now then, boys,” you said. “Enjoy your lunch and I’ll see you both later. I’ve got some packing to finish.”

“You’re missing out!” Foggy called after you.

You turned, heading the familiar path back to your residence hall, your heels clicking along the sidewalk as you went. 

“Don’t I know it,” you muttered to yourself, your mind already wandering back to Matt.

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Legs crossed on the end of Matt’s bed, you were staring at Foggy across the room. He was passed out, lying half upright against the headboard of his own bed, his mouth hanging open as he snored lightly. The empty pizza box of the pizza the three of you had devoured a bit ago sat open on the end of his mattress.

“Told you he’d be the first to pass out,” Matt said behind you.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, your head turning back towards him. He was leaning against his headboard, one leg crossed over the other in his dark sweatpants. His arms were behind his head, a smile on his mouth. He looked the picture of relaxed as he lay there, his eyes fixed near you on the end of his bed. It never ceased to amaze you how unfairly attractive he was at all times.

“Foggy always passes out first,” you pointed out. “Not really anything new there, Murdock.”

He laughed lightly, nodding his head. “You have a point,” he agreed. “Suppose it wouldn’t be our last night here if it didn’t involve Foggy passing out early after a handful of beers.”

A heaviness hit you in the chest at Matt’s words, your eyes dropping down to your lap. Your fingers played with the hem of your jeans, a soft sigh leaving you. Matt’s foot gently nudged your knee, drawing your attention back up to his face. His dark brows were drawn together, a deep crease forming on his forehead. His head tilted to the side as he studied you with a slight frown.

“What’s up?” he asked. “Thought you’d be more excited. We just graduated. You got the job you wanted–which I mean, I already knew you would. But this is supposed to be a good night. Why the sullenness?”

Because I also won’t have nights like these ever again.

“I am excited,” you admitted slowly. “But I mean it’s–it’s a little bittersweet, isn't it? Hanging out with you and Foggy was my routine for a couple of years now. Coming over here and studying with you guys. Or just drinking and hanging out and ordering incredibly strange combinations of takeout.”

Matt broke into a laugh, the bright sound cutting you off. “Certainly some strange combinations. Foggy is a genius when it comes to ordering the right food when you’re drunk though,” he mused.

“Yeah, he is,” you agreed, a sad smile on your lips. “And that was our thing for years. But now?” You shrugged lightly. “I won't be able to just walk to the residence hall beside mine and hop on an elevator to reach your guys' place. There's no more sitting around eating pizza and drinking beer late at night after tonight.” You felt your eyes welling up with tears and you immediately focused back on your fidgeting hands. “Now we’re getting apartments and jobs. Becoming adults. Needing sleep because we work."

And I’m losing you.

Your heart twisted in your chest at the thought. Sure, you weren’t leaving New York City and neither were they–hell, you were all moving into Hell’s Kitchen. But how long before your lives went in separate directions? Before they settled down and became successful lawyers who ran in entirely different circles than you? When would your friendship suddenly fall away?

“Hey,” Matt said softly.

The tone of his voice caught your attention and you looked back up at him. You watched him scoot over on the bed, his left hand coming down and patting the space beside him. Your lip slipped between your teeth as you nervously chewed it.

“Come sit with me?” he asked.

Unable to ever refuse Matt, you uncrossed your legs and made your way gradually over to the top of his bed. Sitting down beside him, you leant your back against his headboard and settled in next to him. It took you by surprise when Matt easily slipped his left arm around your shoulders and drew you further into his side until your head inevitably rested along his shoulder. Your hands awkwardly clasped together in your lap, feeling unsure what to do with them. Matt had never really been this forthright with you before. 

“It is a little bittersweet,” he agreed gently. “You and Foggy have become like the family I never really had while I’ve been here. And you–you both mean a lot to me.” 

He blew out a breath slowly, your head falling with the movement of his shoulder. You noticed he smelled really good, as if he’d put on a faint bit of cologne today. Something you never really noticed him doing before. Your head turned just a bit in towards his neck as you tried to breathe in the scent of him a little more, committing it to memory.

“Things are changing, sure,” he continued, “but I still plan to be here as long as you are. I don’t think anything can separate the three of us.”

“You say that now,” you mumbled. “But you don’t know how the next few years are going to go.”

His arm lightly shook you, your name falling from his lips so softly. The sound of it drew the corners of your mouth up ever so slightly.

“You are one of my absolute best friends,” Matt admitted. “And as long as you want my dumb ass as your friend, I’ll always be here.”

You snorted in amusement, shaking your head against his shoulder and ignoring that dull ache that always hit you when Matt called you his friend. 

“You’re the furthest thing from being a dumbass,” you said. “Especially with your fancy new law degree now.”

He chuckled, the sound a pleasant, deep rumble in your ears. You smiled, eyes dropping closed as you leaned further into him. You wanted to memorize every detail of this moment with him, to commit it to memory in your mind forever, because you were certain you’d never have another moment like this again with Matt. Not after college. He'd certainly be bombarded with beautiful women left and right, especially as a successful lawyer. Eventually he’d find someone and settle down with them. And you would slowly fade from his life no matter what he said. 

Your eyes tightened a little harder, fighting back the threat of tears at that thought. You didn’t want to think about the day Matt was no longer a part of your life.

"We can still get together on the weekends," Matt told you. "Maybe Saturday nights? We can make it a thing, even."

"Fog said you guys were going to be insanely busy at that internship," you pointed out, fighting to keep your voice from cracking. "Working weekends even."

Matt shrugged in response, your head rising and falling with the movement yet again. You felt his hand begin to gently rub along your arm, the gesture confusing as much as it was comforting you. Matt had never touched you like this before, had never wanted you close to him like this. He must have been experiencing that same bittersweet nostalgic feeling you were with knowing both your lives were about to change drastically. 

"We'll figure it out," he promised you. "We're bound to take breaks at some point, right? We'll make it work. I'm not losing you."

Your hands balled into fists in your lap, your jaw tightening at what he’d said. Those last four words hung heavy in the air between the pair of you. The desire to suddenly spill forth your feelings to Matt was almost unbearable. Whether it was from the excitement of the day, the three beers you’d had tonight, the nervous fear of how things were about to change, or the way Matt’s hand was still soothingly gliding back and forth along your arm, you somehow found yourself wanting to tell him how you felt. You desperately wanted him to know how much you’d loved him for years. 

Your fingernails dug into your palms from where your hands were still balled up. The thought of having that weight lifted from your shoulders was so tempting. You just wanted to stop hiding it from him, to stop holding yourself back. You just wanted to say it, just once.

But you knew you couldn't ultimately say anything at all. Matt had said it himself multiple times tonight already–you were his friend. Like family to him. He wouldn’t want to hear you express your love for him in any way that wasn’t strictly familial and platonic.

“I wish my dad had been here today,” Matt whispered.

With a shaky exhale, your eyelids flew back open and you pushed your previous thoughts aside–as you'd done many times before. You focused on Matt instead. Shifting your head along his shoulder, you looked up at him beside you. His lips were pulled into a deep frown, the sorrow written plain as day in his eyes as he stared blankly across the room. The sight had your heart squeezing in your chest exactly like it had done that day you’d seen him after Elektra had smashed his heart.

You knew how much he loved his father and how much he missed him. He’d had a very deep conversation with you one night, a little over a year ago, spilling his heart to you about his father's death. He’d told you how it had affected him. He’d even confessed that he hadn’t ever told Foggy all of that before, that he’d only ever told you. And you had felt honored he would even open up that much to you, expressing such deep, personal feelings. Especially because Matt didn’t let people in easily.

“He was here in his own way today,” you assured him. “And he’d be proud of you, Matt. You graduated at the top of your class. From an Ivy League law school.”

"I just wish I could tell him," he whispered. "Hear what he'd say to me."

Hesitantly you tested his boundaries, lifting your arm and carefully wrapping it around his waist. When he didn't protest, you gently squeezed him in a hug, drawing yourself closer.

"He'd say you're still his smarty pants son, I'm sure," you answered.

A small, almost sad laugh fell out of Matt, his other hand coming up to cover yours. A warmth gradually felt like it filled you as Matt’s thumb lightly stroked the backs of your knuckles. You had no idea what it meant that the pair of you were cuddled up on his bed together like this, but you were just going to let yourself enjoy it tonight. You didn’t want to ruin this moment with reality.

"I can't believe you remembered that I told you he called me that," he whispered. 

"I remember everything you tell me, Matty," you replied. “Especially the important things.”

There was a moment of silence before both of Matt’s hands stopped their absent, almost affectionate movements against your arm and your hand. You frowned, wondering if he’d finally decided the pair of you had crossed some boundary too far out of friendship, especially with what you’d just said. But then his hand released yours, landing gently and almost hesitantly on your neck. You swallowed hard when his fingertips took a slow glide up the length of your throat until his palm could cup your cheek. Carefully he pulled you away from his shoulder, angling your face up towards his as he whispered your name. 

He was looking down at you with his brows slightly drawn together, something unexplainable hidden in his eyes. You couldn’t quite make sense of what it was, your own eyes narrowing back at him as they jumped back and forth between his. His face was so close to yours though, you quickly realized. The warm exhalations of his breath from his slightly parted lips falling against your own mouth each time.

Was he going to kiss you? Surely not…

“You are…absolutely amazing,” he whispered. “And I–I–”

Your heart sped up in your chest, that almost fight or flight reaction abruptly coursing through you. You were almost afraid as you sat there gazing back at Matt, terrified you were steadily letting yourself get your hopes up for something that wasn’t going to happen. You could feel it happening already, that desperate yearning for more only rapidly increasing your panic.

Matt’s gaze shifted from yours, darting across the room towards Foggy for a moment as he winced. His eyes closed briefly before he turned his focus back on you, his sightless eyes falling along your left cheekbone. He winced again–the action incredibly minute this time–before he spoke.

“And I don’t ever want to lose you as my friend,” he finished. “And I just–just want you to know that.”

Your heart sank to the floor at his words. You knew they were coming, you knew it, yet they still managed to hurt. That panicked feeling inside of you quickly dissipated, your body quickly trying to become numb to this moment. Of course he wasn’t about to kiss you and confess his feelings to you. How unrealistic would that have been.

But you realized he was still staring back at you, an expression on his face that further confused you as he clearly waited for you to respond. Pulling away from him, the moment entirely soured to you now, you forced a smile onto your face as his hand fell from your cheek.

“I uh, I don’t want to lose your friendship either, Matt,” you said, forcing to keep your voice even. “But it’s–it’s late. Maybe I should let you get some sleep. We’ve both got a big move tomorrow.”

“Right, yeah,” he said softly, nodding.

You slid away from Matt, making your way to the edge of the bed before climbing off of it. Awkwardly you turned back around towards him, your eyes taking in the sight of him on his dorm room bed for what would be the last time ever. A flood of emotions struck you all at once like a punch to the gut, the weight of this being the end of an era really hitting you in this moment. Things were changing.

“Don’t be a stranger, Matty,” you whispered.

He shot you a tense, sad smile. “I won’t,” he promised.

You spun on your heel, crossing your arms across your chest tight as you made your way out of their dorm room for the last time. It wasn’t until you’d finally made it back to your own building that the tears began to fall. 

Maybe, you thought, it was time for you to let Matt just be your friend. Maybe now it was time to crush that ridiculous lingering hope you’d had for there to ever be something more between you two once and for all.

Maybe you needed to move on.

I am so excited for this 🥳💅

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.

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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

Not me

Not me

Not me watching all 15 season of Criminal Minds in about a week and a half-

[id: screenshots of tiktok captions. the images say, “but the only reason we still love princess diana is because she did not have the time to disappoint us.”]

begging queer kids to read up on princess diana’s involvement with the community. yes, she was a rich, pretty monarch. yes, she died young.

but the reason why queer people love her is because she used her privilege during the aids crisis to advocate for sick queer men, when very few others would - much less someone of her status.

diana spent years advocating for the health and care of queer people with hiv/aids. in 1987, at the height of the epidemic, she opened the first specialist clinic dedicated to treating aids patients (the first clinic of it’s kind in the uk).

she also fought public hysteria by hugging and shaking bare hands with aids patients, at a time when aids was thought to be spread by skin to skin contact. not only that, she visited patients in the clinic regularly and even comforted them through their sickness.

and when queen elizabeth told her to try focusing on “something more pleasant”?

diana ignored her and kept fighting.

and this is only her work towards the aids crisis. she publicly called out the royal family, brought attention to numerous world issues, and was known as an advocate for empathy and kindness. she’s known and loved as the people’s princess for good reason

something i like about sandman is that you meet Dream and he’s stern and quiet and emotionally blunted and you think all eternal beings must be so strange and then you meet death and realize that he’s just Like That

YOU’RE GONNA LET THE FLASH BE RELEASED WHEN IT STARS A WANTED CRIMINAL ON THE RUN BUT SCRAP BATGIRL???