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'different doesn't mean wrong'
— Unknown

You'd spent maybe ten minutes assorting through different outfit options. You knew you wanted to wear your black ripped jeans, but there wasn't a top that matched. Your peachy sunset top was too bright, the skyline spaghetti strap was too revealing and the black v-neck was too much black.

"Hey Pete have you seen my orange hoodie anywhere?" you asked as you rummaged through the piles of clothing on the floor, often picking up some of Peter's clothes along the way.

"Uh, yeah I think it's downstairs?" Peter shouted back from your spare bedroom. You bit your lip, making sure it wasn't anywhere in your room before making the treck downstairs, which you really couldn't be bothered to do because you were still tired and your head hurt. "Oh wait, nevermind it's here" Peter alerted you, jogging into your room with the wanted jumper in hand. You smiled taking it from him, "thank you"

"Are you sure you wanna come with me? You've got two hours of sleep at best-"

"Pete I need to get out this room" you gave him the side-eye, pulling off your towel and dropping it to the floor. Peter gulped, eyes roaming over your flourished body, all the way from your head to toe, staring at some favourable parts a little longer than he should have, "and besides I haven't seen Aunt May in months" you smiled, holding out the jumper in front of you making sure there were no creases.

"Y-yeah, she, she uh, she talks about you a-a lot" he swallowed, becoming a stuttering mess under his subject of visual direction. You turned your head, seeing a very flushed Peter standing staring at you. You'd forgotten how shy he got, and still was only slightly uncomfortable when you were stood butt naked around him.

You dropped the jumper down, grabbing it by the band and throwing it over your head, making sure to keep your eyes away but attention fully on Peter. He was still staring, biting the inside of his cheek a little disappointed when half of his view disappeared out of sight.

"You okay Pete?" you asked teasingly, bending down and picking up your underwear. You had to admit, it was fun seeing him having to contemplate his answers before saying them, watching his eyes flicker between lust and normality. You lingered for a moment, slowly drawing yourself back up with your eyes on him, cautiously stepping into the lace fabric and sliding them up your legs.

"M-me? Yeah m' fine" he nodded, a shaky breath leaving his lips that he didn't know he was holding.

"You sure?" you teased further, slowly sauntering over to him on the other side of the room, "cause you look a little pale" you smirked, finally placing a hand on his chest, slamming him against the wall. His hands instinctively went to your hips, smiling as your face came inches closer towards him. Peter couldn't find the right words as he saw your eyes flicked, noses bumping together as he wrapped himself closer to you, connecting his thin lips to your sweet ones.

It was slow and passionate, alternation from side to side as your teeth clashed and tongues moulded against each other. He felt blind to the world as he became completely lost in you.

"Y/N..." Peter mumbled behind your lips, eyes squeezing shut as your hands continued to crumble his shirt, pushing further and harder down his chest. He pulled away, re-opening his eyes as if the penny had dropped. Peter Parker was standing in front of the girl he had seamlessly always wanted. As he stared down into those delicate eyes of yours, he could see those dark shadows that were hiding, small dots of light hiding and trying to break through in-between them. He could see how broken you were on the inside, keeping yourself together with glue made from blood and tears. He knew, deep down inside him, your past spoke for itself, you were damaged. But he was all up for keeping your history from repeating itself. If Peter was to fall in love, he knew he wanted it to be with you. You were the only thing he wanted. It had always been you.

"I..." He tightened his grip on your waist, if he were to scare you away, he could at-least explain himself before he lost you completely, "I... I love you" he swallowed, gasping for air as the words fell from his lips... and he watched your eyes fall. Your fingers fell from their locked position, now resting on his chest instead of gripping onto him like your life depended on it.

"Peter... I-"

"Hear me out," Peter cut you off, your pupils widening like he had just run up and jumped you from behind, making your heartbeat quicken and pulse race, "I know, I do, I know you've been broken before. But please, put some faith in me and trust me when I say I'm here for you. I fucking love you, Y/N. There is no one else I want. Your the only thing that ever clouds my mind these days... If I'm gonna fall in love, it's you I want to steal my heart, Y/N" he stared at you, refraining from blinking as his hands came to your shoulders.

You suddenly felt... Small, as tears began to cloud your eyes. You were swallowing to keep the lump in your throat from rising into your mouth, fearing you'd choke if it grew any bigger. Those three words are said too much, they're like safe words. They're poisonous. Peter has sure as hell proved himself to you, he wasn't a liar. But after you gave your love away and got nothing in return, it was going to be hard for you to just hand it out again. You wanted to leap into his arms and let him make love to you like this had started off as, let him take away your problems and solve all the heartbreak dwelling inside your chest. Those eyes were expecting you to say something back... But you couldn't.

"Pete... I-..."

"Don't say it back," he whispered, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, "you're not ready for that yet. But I just wanted you to know, okay?"

"But Peter t-that's not fair-"

"Hey," he cut you off, lifting your chin lightly with his finger, "the world is a pretty unfair place if you ask me, but that doesn't mean a little patience can't be added. I'll never push you to say something you're not ready to say, heck I wouldn't mind if it took you till the day I die for you to say it. I wouldn't care if you never said it at all. Because simply being with you is enough" he smiled, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

Your hands grabbed his wrists as they supported your head, tears racing down your cheeks as you let out a sob, falling down into his chest. "I d-don't fucking deserve you" you whispered, tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt. His hands rubbed circles on your back carelessly, a smile beaming on his fine lips still fresh from your kiss as he held you there.

Slowly, and with caution, he cranked your legs up to his hips, asking you to jump and you followed. As your legs wrapped around him, and arms around his neck, he moved you to the middle of the room, swaying with gentle footsteps. And there you stood, completely losing track of time for what felt like hours, admiring each other in the silence. Occasionally his hand would leave your ass to wipe away a freshly fallen tear making you smile, your eyes beginning to glow as more weight left your shoulders.

"As much as I would love to stand here all day, Aunt May is gonna kill me if I'm not there in the next hour" he smiled, wanting to just stand there with you all day. You nodded, slowly leaning in and placing a gentle, signature kiss on his lips. He hummed against your cheeks, chest vibrating as your hands fell to his shoulders, embracing him at that moment for everything he was and more.

After changing and making an unexpected stop at the grocery store to cure your craving for strawberries, you were now making your wait up the steps to May's apartment in the centre of Queens. The halls had always been crowded and sometimes there was the odd sketchy looking dude sitting against the wall in the hallway. It never really fazed you, but you knew Peter had always been bothered by the fact they would often sit outside of May's apartment.

Peter pulled out the keys hastily, jumbling them around before finding the right one and pushing the door open, shooting you a smile and allowing you to pass through first.

"Such a gentlemen" you smiled as you passed him with a little shoulder rise. Peter rolled his eyes, slamming the door shut behind him and calling out for May. The apartment always smelled the same; of vanilla-scented candles reminding you of the summer when you would have 'family' meals with Peter and May, which just consisted of you and Ned. But, there was something different. You'd hadn't seen May in around a month, and neither had you been to the apartment, and something was definitely off. There was a tense aroma and it was a lot colder than it usually was.

"May?" Peter shouted for the second time after not getting an answer. He slid off his jacket while looking over to you, folding it and placing it on the couch whilst the confused expression remained on his face.

"You sure she's home?" you asked, repeating Peter's action and sliding your shoes off beside the door.

"Yeah, she said she'd be here when she called earlier. Although..."

"Although what?"

"She was pretty... Mad. Because I've been really caught up lately, and I haven't been returning her calls" he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Okay well if May doesn't scold you for that I personally will" you warned, pointing a finger in his direction. Before an argument could break loose, the sound of a door closing filled the apartment. Your heads turned to the hallway leading down to Peter's room, seeing the figure of May walking out of the shadows. She was teary eyes, wearing minimal makeup, red-cheeked, messy hair and not wearing her glasses. Something was definitely off.

"It's nice of you to finally show up" she stated calmly, although her voice being rather jagged which you presumed was from crying.

"May I thought we talked about this-"

"No, oh no, Peter," she began, stepping down from the ledge to the bedrooms and coming into the living room, "just under an hour ago I had a visit" she smiled sarcastically, suddenly looking to you, "your brother appeared to be keen to tell me the reason as to why you have been vacant," and her head spun back to Peter.

You mentally cursed, not daring to even imagine what your brother could have over-exaggerated in a heated state.

"May, listen, whatever he said let us explain-"

"Oh, no that won't be necessary," a joyful yet spiteful sarcastic laugh left her lips, "no he made it very clear what you too have been up too"

"May listen-"

"Yes, here's me thinking that my nephew is out there saving the city, probably dead in a ditch somewhere bleeding out with no help and no one to call, but instead you've been snooping around with your little girlfriend here leaving me to worry about you?!" she yelled, tears slipping down her cheeks and all Peter could do was stand there and take the daggers being thrown at him.

"You're grounded"

"What? May!"

"No, young man! You're grounded for a month and as for you young lady," she turned to you with piercing eyes, not the sweet and joyful May you knew, "your father will be hearing about this"

"May, please let us explain-"

"Not another word from either of you!" she paused, eyes flicking between the pair of you, "if I so much as catch you looking at each other I will so much as bash your heads together, understand?" she questioned, both of you nodding in sync.

"I honestly thought you were better than this, Peter, and the same goes for you Y/N" she sighed, shaking her head. She was disappointed, and you were devastated.

So much for that weight being taken off your shoulders.

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DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNN! 😂❤️

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