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pretty please: series masterlist | tom holland x reader

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: How do you deal with a debilitating, stupid, soul-destroying crush on your childhood best friend, Tom? Apparently, by trying to set him up with someone else.

Warnings: chaotic levels of pining, fluff, unresolved sexual tension, and an insecure, introspective reader, eventual smut

Playlist

Invisible Things by Lauv

Me & You Together Song by The 1975

Am I Pretty? By The Maine

Pretty Please by Dua Lipa

Sugar (Remix) by Brockhampton

Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

I Caught Myself by Paramore

Chapters

Part One (4.5K)

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PETER CUSHING on playing Grand Moff Tarkin in carpet slippers

They hadn’t got time to have my boots made for me, which is usually the case, because of my large feet, so I had to do with a pair out of stock. Now there I was, on the first day of shooting, this very, very cross, unpleasant gentleman, Grand Moff Tarkin, stomping around, and it was agony, it really was.

So the next day I said to dear George Lucas, the director, I said, “George, I am not asking for close ups, but do you think you could shoot me from the waist upwards from now on?” And he said “Why,” and I explained the reasons, so he said “Oh, all right,” and he gave me a pair of carpet slippers.

So for the rest of the film I stomped around looking extremely angry, very cross, with that dear little Carrie Fisher, as Grand Moff Tarkin in carpet slippers!

I read this post by the talented @space-b33 and I had to doodle some art based on their ideas right away, so here you go - Crosshair and his cat! I 100% believe he’d have a soft spot for cats - it didn’t take a lot of convincing for him to take this curious kitten back to the Marauder. Hunter can’t stand the smell and Tech won’t stop sneezing, wrecker has almost sat on her twice but he couldn’t care less. I think he’d call her Sylvia, or Sylvie!

While I finish up my BB S2 piece, I figured I’d put all the clone boys I’ve done here in case you missed any of ‘em. After I finish the BB piece, I wanna do all of the named 501st boys—Jesse, Kix, ARC Fives, ARC Echo (pre-torture), Hardcase, Dogma, Tup, Hawk, Appo, and Denal

I cried 😭😭

You Overhear Him Talk About You Part 3

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A/N: hi babes! I just want to thank you for the amount of love and feedback I’ve received for this series! I’m so happy to hear y’all enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! As per countless requests, here is part 3! Sorry for any errors. As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Happy Reading💜

For those who are interested, I will link the previous parts here:

Part 1 Part 2

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After what seemed like the millionth time for the night, Tom decided that the he would put a pause on his barrage of texts and calls and try again in the morning.

He did not want to sleep in what was before your shared bedroom, shivering at the thought if the empty and frigid room, your happy memories haunting him; so he settled into the couch. As he struggled for a somewhat comfortable position, his mind went to the memories of the ordeal that had just unfolded the past 48 hours.

“you should’ve came to me”

“how am I supposed to be okay when the person I love is ashamed of being with me”

“have I really done you wrong”

“was it necessary to make me look that bad”

“it’s clear you’re ashamed of dating me, so I’ll do both of us a favor and just leave”

Your voice rang through his mind, the heartbrokenness evident. He remembered how shaky your voice was, quivering at the immeasurable amount of pain and shame that engrossed your entirety.

You woke up a couple of hours later groaning at the fact that in the midst of all that had transpired, you managed to sleep a total of only 5 hours. You were exhausted, beyond all measure, your groans escaping your lips out of pure annoyance. Your body clearly had other plans but to rouse you from your slumber and run through all that has happened and how you ended up here.

Instinctively, you reached over the bedside table for your phone.

        3:23 am.

        53 missed calls, 48 voicemails, 88 messages

You didn’t have to wonder or guess as to who could possibly bombard you with 189 notifications, you knew who the culprit was.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the phone screen in your palm. You let out an exasperated sigh as you transfixed your body into a fetal position praying that by some miracle your body will succumb to the sleep it so desperately wants and needs.  You had no energy left in you to entertain your mind and its calls for you to read through the texts and listen to the voicemails.

<hours later>

You awoke to the sun shining through, illuminating your hotel room. You rolled out of bed and made your way to the bathroom. You took in your appearance; bloodshot and swollen eyes, a red nose, flushed face and hair sticking out in all directions. You saw your reflection, you absorbed every single detail of the aftermath, ingraining your appearance into a folder in your mind, only opening into the late hours of the night, keeping you company in your new state of loneliness.

You shut off the light and slogged back into bed. You buried yourself into the duvet and began to feel the heaviness of your eyelids, welcoming the sleep you desperately needed.

Tom’s POV

C’mon Tom. Try again, even if she doesn’t answer. I can’t give up, we can’t go out, not like this. Call her, text her, whatever it is, just don’t give up. This is worth fighting for, she is worth fighting for. Please answer me, babe. Please.

He called you again, texted you as well. You saw his contact picture and watched your phone ring, watching go from “incoming call” to “missed call”.

That was how your day went, with you curled up in the bed, phone in hand, waiting, watching him try his best to get in contact with you. He has to give up at some point, right?

<short time skip>

Y/N’s POV

For the past 72 hours or so, trying to fall asleep  was next to impossible. My head was filled with several thoughts and “what ifs” constantly flooding into my brain. I turned on my phone and scrolled through my Instagram feed, trying to tire myself. It never worked. I repeated this theory every night thinking that I would have an epiphany on ways to fall asleep. I knew that it was beginning to become a problem when I eventually dozed off at half past four, leaving me two and a half hours before morning. I awoke with no problem, but my eyes were bloodshot as usual and defined with a heavy black crease which under each which I had  given up trying to hide with concealer.

<Saturday>

It was that time again, that dreaded day where I was scheduled to work another arduous and exhausting 12 hour shift. It’s been about 5 days since I last saw him, since I last spoke to him; these 5 days seem like eternity. Within that 5 day period, I had a lot of time to myself, time to really think what is left of Tom and Y/N. Was this the end? Is this how we end?

Thankfully, I always carried a extra pair of scrubs in my car, so it saved me the inevitable trip back to our place- err, his place.

I quickly went to get ready and before I knew it, I was out the door and on my way to the elevators.

As soon as I got to the unit, I took in the scene and atmosphere before me. It was a bit busy, but it was doable. Now you see, in healthcare, we cannot say the “q word” (quiet) once that word is in the air, all hell breaks loose.

Here we go, shift, please be good to me, I beg you.

Midway through my shift, I can feel the tiredness inside me like a worm, slowly but deliberately draining my life. I see, but I don’t think much of it. I hear, but I’m not really listening.  Everything seems to move in a dragged pace, all submerged into a hazy fuzz that is my vision.

Self diagnosing myself with insomnia, I come to the realization the severity and sheer magnitude of insomnia and its effects; it turns you into a living zombie. I’ve been awake, praying that somehow, some way, I would’ve been cancelled at work today and didn’t have to go in.

“Why do you look so tired?” said the night shift nurse who was giving report to me.

“It’s been a rather long week” I quickly replied, ending the conversation.

She just nodded and continued on with report for her remaining patients.

It was during your lunch break that you felt your phone buzzing.

It was an incoming call from him.

You sighed, and placed your phone back into your pocket. Making sure to put it on ‘Do Not Disturb’

You carried on with the remainder of your shift, thankful that all was okay with your patients with no new admissions.

The next few hours flew by and before you knew it, you were giving report to the nurse next shift and you were making your way out of your unit and into your car.

You took out your phone, to no surprise, you were greeted with 20 voicemails and 25 texts.

You exhaled, he was going to keep trying to get ahold of you until you gave in and picked up, or at least even sent him back a text.

You read his last text.

Tom: Y/N, hi. When you get the chance please call me/text me. I just want to make sure you’re okay. I love you.

This was it, this was the moment you were going to finally reply to him.

Y/N: hi, T. ‘m alright, can we meet up to talk?

Within seconds of you hitting send, you saw the infamous three dots, he was replying.

Tom: wow, you actually replied back. Thank you, happy to hear you’re okay. Yeah, wanna come by the apartment?

Y/N: okay, on my way

Tom: okay, sounds good. See you in a bit

You took the long way to the apartment, your mind thinking of every possible way/any plausible excuse you could conjure up so you didn’t have to see him.

About an hour later, you arrived at what used to be your shared apartment.

You got out of your car and slowly began your way up the steps and to the front door. You felt weird just entering, feeling like you were barging in(although in reality, you weren’t, this is your home too) so you knocked.

It wasn’t long before you heard him unlock the door, you saw him display a look of what seemed like confusion, but he quickly brushed it off and move aside a bit, making space for you to enter.

You stood at your spot awkwardly until he offered you to take a seat on the couch.

You slowly made your way to your seat on the couch, waiting for him to get situated, praying that he initiated this long awaited conversation so this meeting could be over.

You sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, both of you not knowing what to say/how to start.

The awkwardness was unbearable that you caved in and decided to speak first.

“I don’t really know how to start this, there’s a million thoughts going through my mind right now, let’s hope I don’t forget something” you let out a big sigh before continuing on again.

“I still stand by what I said, if this was truly an issue, you should’ve came to me. You should’ve just told me. You don’t know how much it hurt to find out the way I did, through a conversation with your best friend. Do you understand how embarrassing this is? And I still stand by my decision, I think it’d be best if we just end things” I spoke, noticing it become just above a whisper

“I am so sorry, babe. Really, truly am.I’m not ashamed of being with you, you have to believe me.  I know, I should’ve came to you. I am sorry. But please. Please, don’t do this. Please, we can get through this. I love you” he let out quickly.

“I’m so sorry T, but I can’t. How do I know you’re telling the truth this time? I don’t think I can be in this relationship with many doubts racing through my mind, you’ve embarrassed me tremendously. I do hope you find the one person who you aren’t ashamed of. Bye, Tom. Take care.” you spoke, tears flowing ceaselessly, as you made your way to the front door.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please believe me, I’m telling you the truth. I am not ashamed of being with you.”

“Please Tom, please stop. Don’t make this anymore painful” you begged

“Before you go, can I please just hold you, hug you one last time?”

You didn’t say a word, you just stood frozen in place, with your hand on the doorknob.

In the blink of an eye, he stood before you, opening his arms and holding you one last time.

A single tear slid down from his warm, butterscotch eyes, followed by another one, and another one, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed it’s way down his pale cheek, releasing the sadness and sorrow that has been held inside of him for all this time but still he did not make a sound. He sobbed into you chest unceasingly, hands clutching at your jacket.

You held him in silence, rocking him slowly as his tears soaked your chest. A tiny lapse let him pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before he collapsed again, his howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling him back into the outstretched arms of his grief.

She stood in his arms for a few minutes before untangling herself from his grasp.

She hugged him one last time before she set out for the door, and out of his life forever.

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After the episode with Mayday, I just think Crosshair can’t stand the cold.

The hat and scarf are a gift from Omega.

Sleepless || myg

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Excerpt: ‘ But you didn’t, your hands smoothed over his tense shoulders, holding on even when he flinched away, “I love you.” ’

Genre: angst, fluff

Length: 1.2k

A/N: i’m not okay lol so we probably have two weeks of angst because im on meds that take two weeks to kick in. bare with me i guess

TRIGGER WARNING: anxiety mentioned in detail

Yoongi was awake. His body felt heavy as lead, his limbs practically melting into the mattress and yet his brain refused to dull. Thoughts flickered across his mind in time to your breath next to him, memories of forgetting words on stage or messing up in interviews resurfaced and seemed to drag him down. Yoongi was meant to be sleeping.

The white curtains fluttered in the slight night wind, revealing a navy shade that looked like someone had thrown a blanket over the usually bright town. Yoongi tried to focus on the splattering of stars, a smile spread on his face as he imagined someone poking holes in the navy blanket that covered the bright blue sky.

But his mind could only be distracted for a bit before it began to wonder, and he became restless, wanting to get up and scream from the top of his lungs. There seemed to be a lump in the back of his throat and just as he was sure he was going to throw up, you rolled over.

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twenty three | final

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 5k

genre: smut, angst, fluff

description: you were simply a distraction while he waited for the one he wanted

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someone help this boy with his balance

Thin Ice || Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Midtown’s Decathalon team decides to go on a snow trip and Peter does his best to impress Y/N even though Brad Davis has his eyes on her too. 

Word Count: 2.5k

Author’s note: DUDE this is so fun to write. This will be a mini-series so expect more parts and if you wanna request something for this series, just send em cause I’m open to all ideas. I’m a big snowboard fan so hopefully, you guys enjoy! Also, the ski resort Keystone is real and I go snowboarding there so I can definitely include pictures of my trip to paint visuals for yall.  

Warning: Foul language and mentions of blood

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || to be continued 

The Decathalon Team got to choose where they wanted to go for their winter trip and for this year, they got to choose between a ski resort in Colorado or another extremely terrifying Europe trip.  The overwhelming results of the vote was for the ski trip since no one wanted a repeat of last year (especially Mr. Harrington) so the students packed up their snow clothes and headed to Colorado.

Out of everyone going on the trip, you were by far the most excited. You weren’t originally from New York so something about snow always seemed magical in a ‘hypothermia isn’t so bad’ kind of way. While you and others were super psyched to go, there was one person that dreaded the trip and that was Peter.

He didn’t know how to ski or snowboard and most importantly, he hated the cold. The idea of going on vacation meant escaping what you were used to, so what was the point of leaving New York, a placed that snows heavily, for another colder place?

“ Need any help Pete?” You smiled as Peter stopped struggling with his ski boots.

You. You were 100% the only reason why he was going on this trip in the first place. His heart swelled as he took a quick look of you up and down; even though you were wearing a bulky snow jacket, you still took his breath away.

Peter snapped out of his longing gaze and stomped his foot hard into the slot, making you and Ned jump slightly.

“ I think I got it. Thanks though,” Peter smiled as he huffed, a bit out of breath. Peter looked down at your board and he furrowed his eyebrows,” you’re gonna snowboard? I thought Mr. Harrington said we were all taking ski lessons?”

You shook your head and unclipped your board, holding it tall next to you,” Nope. Brad and I asked Mr. Harrington if we could go down the Flying Dutchman before lunch and he said as long as we stay together we should be fine.”

You and Brad were always two peas in a pod since your families were extremely close and that worried Peter. Peter felt that everything Brad was, Peter wasn’t, especially when it came to sports or natural charm. It was something Peter struggled with a lot; being a superhero gave him the gift of dominating the athletic world if he wanted to but if he wasn’t a jock then, why should he be one now?

“ Wait, that slope is a blue. Isn’t that like hard?” Ned asked as you shrugged, motioning to Brad that you were ready to head out.

“ Not when you’re a master snowboarder like me,” You teased as you looked down at Peter, who was struggling to get up from his skis,” here, let me help you. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Peter didn’t even have time to stop you before you grabbed his hands and helped him stand up straight, adjusting to the balance nicely. You smiled sweetly at him as you brushed off a clump of snow rested near his shoulder, lightly brushing up on his neck with your ungloved hand.

“ Nice Pete, look at you! You’re practically the next Chloe Kim…if you were a girl and a snowboarder!” You exclaimed as you ignored their confused expressions.

“ Hey Y/N, ready to go?” Brad asked as he looked between the three of you,” stay safe out there fellas. I heard the bunny slope is extra icy today. I Don’t want to see any of you get a bloody lip.”

You slapped Brad’s shoulder as you turned your attention back to Peter and Ned,” Don’t listen to him, you guys are going to do great. Save us a seat at the lodge, yeah?”  

You gave a small wave before following Brad through the snow towards the ski lift as Peter glared down Brad.

“ He is always ruining my plans! I thought he was supposed to be gone for basketball training. I was going to be super romantic and teach her how to ski like Dove Cameron in Cloud 9,” Peter sighed as he fumbled with his skis already.

“ First of all, that’s not what Cloud 9 is about at all. Secondly, why would she waste her time at ski lessons if she already knows how to do that and snowboard?” Ned asked, thinking his friend couldn’t get any dumber,” but you have a better shot than Brad, she’s like your twin but cooler.”

“ You sure about that?” MJ asked out of nowhere, startling both Peter and Ned,” Y/N is literally out of your league and Brad’s. Everyone on the science team has had a thing for her so what makes you so special?”

Again, his friend was right. He could think of a handful of his classmates liking Y/N at some point which made his heart sink.

“ You’re right. There is nothing special about me besides you know…,” Peter shook his head and stuffed his hands into his pocket,” I just like her a lot, I don’t know how else to explain it.”

Peter was usually never so down on himself, especially when it came to girls his age. With his past crushes, they were way easier to talk to but when it came to you, he was a blubbering mess. It didn’t make it any easier that you were the full embodiment of the ‘girl next door’ with your heart of gold and witty charm.

“ You just got to impress her at her own game,” Ned said as Peter looked up at him, nodding,” girls love guys who go out of their way to be interested in something they like. Show her how much skiing skills you can get down in a few hours and she’ll be all yours.”

It wasn’t the best idea but Peter had no other option than to learn how to ski in one-afternoon session. While MJ said that Peter was completely hopeless, Peter knew that the first step at winning your heart was to learn how to not embarrass himself.

That whole afternoon, Peter tried, again and again, to get down the bunny slope without falling on his face. Everyone said skiing was way easier than snowboarding but Peter just couldn’t control his speed going down the bunny slope. Time and time again, Peter would make it halfway down the beginner slope with ease but panicked towards the end and fell. At the end of the lesson, his knees and elbows were completely bruised but that didn’t stop him from trying.

While Peter was doing his best to get down the bunny slope, you and Brad had just finished with your three-mile one. You clipped off your board and took off your goggles, looking at yourself through Brad’s reflective ones.

“ I look like I just went through a hurricane,” you laughed as you took out your messy ponytail and tried to pat down your hair,” did you have fun?”

Brad took off his goggles and shook his hair with his hand, letting the freshly fallen snow fall out,” Are you kidding? That was awesome, especially that part where the slope dropped off towards the end. I’m impressed that you could keep up, I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“ Me?  I’m impressed you even made it down the mountain since half the time you were freaking out about ‘Oh what if there’s an avalanche!’” You mimicked as the two of you shared a heartfelt laugh.

Brad pushed your shoulder lightly as the two of you headed towards the lodge where everyone else in your group would be waiting. You checked the nearest clock tower and realized that you still had thirty minutes before lunch.

“ Hey, I think they’re still at the bunny slope, did you wanna go see how they’re doing?” You asked as Brad nodded enthusiastically.

“ I’ll be surprised if they made it in through the afternoon with all of their limbs intact.”

Peter stood at the top of the bunny slope, breathing in and out slowly. He could see you and Brad walking towards the bottom where some of your classmates were already waiting.

“ Maybe I shouldn’t do this. What if I fall and she thinks I’m some clumsy idiot?” Peter asked as MJ rolled her eyes.

“ Look, the worst thing that can happen is that you fall, big whoop. Also, you can’t back out. There is no other way down since the ski lift just closed so…” MJ shrugged simply and patted Peter’s back a bit too hard,” Woman up.”

MJ slid her goggles down over her eyes and gave him a last look before going down with Cindy. Now, Peter was all alone as MJ’s words replayed in his head. The worst thing that can happen is that he fell. He replayed that over and over again before he took a deep breath, secured his helmet, and made his way down the slope.

You watched Peter go down halfway before turning to your friends, who had already put their skis away. You threw your board and your helmet down and placed your hands on your hips, watching everybody’s tired expression.

“ How did you guys do? Wasn’t it exhilarating!” You asked excitedly as everyone at once talked about their day.

“ Considering that there weren’t any serious injuries, I’d say it was the best day ever,” Mr. Harrington said as he smiled with pride,” I’m glad you and Brad are back in one piece. I was worried I wouldn’t see you two at lunch.”

“ Yeah, we’re surprised too! Actually, there was one part of the slope where-”

The whole time you were talking, you didn’t notice how fast Peter was coming down the slope and all of his practice on a smooth landing had completely left his mind. Peter couldn’t control his route and once he knew that he was headed straight towards you, all he could do was brace himself.

Before anyone could react, you felt Peter collided straight into you, his helmet immediately making contact with your face as the force made the two of you crash backwards. Peter’s skiis hit you so hard, you could feel all of the air leave your body and once again after your back hit the snow behind you.

Everyone around you gasped as you and Peter cried out in pain, a whole vocabulary of curse words came out of Peter’s mouth once he realized what he had done.

“ Holy shit Y/N are you okay?” Peter asked as he was the first to get up, but tripped over his skiis, sending him back into the snow.

You felt like you were seeing stars but you tried your best to not cry in front of all your peers. Brad and Cindy rushed towards you as his eyes grew big.

“ Oh my god Y/N, your lips is bleeding,” Cindy shouted which made Peter feel like he had just committed murder.

You touched your lip tenderly and looked down at your hand to see that it was bleeding a lot. You stared at the blood and then looked to Peter who looked like he was about to cry. Even though you were in a lot of pain and you definitely had a concussion, you didn’t want Peter to feel bad. He was always so sweet to you and the last thing he needed was to feel guilty.

You shook your head and tried to stand up but you were too dizzy,” No! I’m fine really I’m okay. Check on Peter if he’s okay, I-I feel great.”

“ Y/N I am so so so sorry-”

“No Pete I’m the one who needs to be sorry,” you said as you let out a soft laugh,” I should’ve been more aware of my surroundings. Don’t even feel bad you weren’t going that fast.”

If Peter didn’t feel guilty enough, your words made him feel even worse especially since he knew you were lying to spare his feelings. Even after getting slammed, you were still apologizing up and down like you were somehow to blame.

Brad kneeled beside you and place a single finger out,” Okay Beautiful, follow my finger, I’m gonna make sure you didn’t hurt that pretty little head of yours.”

Peter’s stomach twisted into knots but you just nodded and followed his finger, doing your best to do as you were told while Mr. Harrington went to get a medical assistant.

“ Y/N I’m gonna ask you some questions,” Brad said as you nodded once again, your eyes drifting towards Peter.

“ What’s your name and where are you?”

“ Y/N L/N. Keystone Colorado.”

“ Where do you go to school?”

“ Midtown School of Science and Technology.”

“ Great, who is the President of the United States?”

“ Ugh Brad. Don’t make me say his name.”

Everyone around you sighed happily as Brad laughed and nodded,” Yep, she’s okay. I’ll be back with something for your lip okay?”

Brad turned to Peter and looked him up and down, almost sizing him up,” Try not to injure her again when I’m gone, Parker.”

Peter nodded and kneeled next to you with a sad expression plastered on his face. He felt like he had ruined everything with you but you were just too nice to tell him off. He was thinking that you were probably so pissed at him when in reality, you felt the complete opposite.

“ Don’t listen to Brad, he’s just protective,” You said as Peter pressed a thick napkin that was in his pocket from this morning and pressed it down on your bleeding lip,” please don’t beat yourself up about this Pete. We both know it was just an accident.”

All Peter could do was blurt out again how sorry he was for hurting you. If this didn’t make you hate him, he wondered what else you could withstand. Hollywood had lied to him; It wasn’t like the movies where the cliche of falling over each other was romantic cause Peter felt absolutely mortified.

“ Stop being so nice to me. I don’t deserve it,” Peter huffed as he examined your face,” I could’ve killed you.”

“ That’s a little dramatic don’t you think?” You asked as you scooted closer towards Peter and placed your hand on his knee to leverage yourself,” if I can survive the blip and Calculus, I think I’ll be more than okay.”

Peter tensed up as you touched his knee lightly and with Brad and Mr. Harrington coming back with a first aid kit, he quickly pulled away from you, leaving you embarrassed.

“ Here, do you need me to carry you over to the lodge so you’re more comfortable?” Brad asked as Peter looked away and turned towards Ned, who was whispering to him.

“ I’m okay to walk now,” You said softly as Brad extended out his hand for you to hold. You looked back at Peter who stared at you before turning away again, shaking his head. You held Brad’s hand as he helped you up and once you were on your feet, he didn’t let go of your hand.

“ Don’t worry, Dr. Davis is going to patch you up,” Brad smiled as the two of you walked hand in hand back to the lodge.

Peter slumped down in the snow next to MJ who was quick to comment.

“ Apparently falling isn’t the worst thing to happen after all.”