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'don't say it if you don't mean it'
— Unknown

The morning came far too quickly for you to comprehend, and before long you were running down through Campus to get to your first class. In the almost fourteen years you had been in education, you had never been late for a class, and you weren't planning on making this one your first. The door was left open as you ran through it, the empty halls making your heart pound before turning a corner and missing at least four steps as you bolted up the stairs. Soon enough you made it to your first class of the day just as the door was closing: Economics.

Economics wasn't one of your first choices when it came to choosing your options for the next semester, but you had planned on maybe running your own small business as soon as you left college so you took the subject to hopefully help yourself get a head start.

You panted heavily as you took your seat, your heart pounding through your ears and almost missed your name being called. There wasn't may times where you would be rushing as you were a genuinely an organised person, but taking those shots last night was guaranteed the cause. As the teacher began to talk, you soon settled down and began your work, drowning out all the thoughts of last night which you knew were there; you just didn't want to have to face them yet.

Walking into this deal was something you sealed while you were half drunk, so you were some what half regretting it. Admittedly, you hand't been in many successful relationships, or many relationships at all. So, you had no idea why you were classed as the 'experienced' one in this ordeal. But then again, your will to see Peter happy had always been one of the few things that allowed you to get along with life. If one person was capable of taking away all of his problems, no matter how much some times you wished it could be you, you were willing to help Peter keep that person in his life. You just weren't thinking this would be the way to do it.

Your phone vibrating in your pocket pulled you out of your working trance, slipping the device out under the table as Peter's name shone on the screen. Coincidence? You were some what surprised to see Peter was messaging you, especially in college hours. It got you wondering if he was alright after leaving last night on such a short notice. You unlocked your phone to reveal the full message, trying to keep your eyes wondering making sure it didn't look obvious. No girl can stare at her lap for three minutes at the most and not look suspicious.

hey y/n i need your help, im at Neds but he's not home please can you come get me?

Strange. Peter was often the last person to ask for your help, but then again he had gone to Ned's first, and then called for you upon realising that Ned was too, at college.

is everything ok?

You dodged the question at first, wanting to know whether or not he was in danger before you bailed on your first class. Despite knowing it was wrong to just leave unaccounted for, you hadn't ever missed a session, and your friend needed help whether you liked it or not.

n o pleawse y/n i ned=e you

Peter was either drunk or trying to scale a building while replying, because the grammar was seriously messed up. But, seeing that he distinctly was not okay didn't make you think twice before you excused yourself, taking your belongings and packing them away as you walked down the hallway. You often believed you would be the last person Peter would come to for help, Ned or even MJ being first on his list.

im on my way, hang on

Peter had woken that morning as normal, and was only when he moved to get dressed for his first class was when he noticed he was still in his suit. After moving off of the bed and looking back down for his phone, he saw the tangled sheets were dressed in the crimson leverage. Peter's eyes widened as he stared down at the mattress, completely covered in his own shedding before running to the mirror to address himself. The bright light of the bathroom sent his senses to tighten as he was much more sensitive to bright lights than other people. He could sense something was wrong, but he couldn't see what until he felt it. He felt the burning sensation in his chest and the heat flooding down to his right leg.

Peter cursed lightly as he looked down, seeing a large gash in his thigh that had torn through his suit. He didn't remember anything from the night before, only arriving home what he thought was untouched and had obviously bled out over the night. There was a dried opening around the wound, yet the underneath was hot and still oozing the sticky liquid. Peter had no idea what had happened, but he knew the one person who would be able to help.

Ned.

He thought about you for a moment, but after last night he didn't want to disturb you knowing you would be at college already and Michelle defiantly wouldn't be impressed, and she would also question him about why he had such a drastic injury.

Peter let out a short and quiet whimper with every step, adding more unneeded pressure to the wound as it began to leak through the healed skin. His spidey senses were going crazy as he pressed the symbol on his chest, the fabric slowly sinking past his skin, some loose cotton from the tear catching his wound making him wince. He took a moment to gather himself, feeling the small beads of sweat beginning to fall down the rims of his cheek bones and to his neck, making his skin shiver.

It took Peter around twenty minutes to change, now red faced and his skin beginning to burn. It wasn't often this would happen, and at times his body would just begin healing automatically, but from the neglect to the wound Peter had been sent into his shock and it was his own fault. It had happened only once before when you were around, but this time he was completely alone to deal with his raging senses slowly going haywire.

Ten minutes passed before Peter made it out of the door and almost another ten minutes passed before Peter made it onto Campus, having swung for the majority of the travel but switching to good old walking after his arms began to tense from the shock. It took Peter a moment to regather himself before knocking on Ned's door, praying he had slept in again. After the long pauses between knocks becoming longer, Peter soon came to notice that Ned obviously wasn't in and on the one day Peter needed Ned to be the lazy kinda guy he was, he had decided to get up early.

Peter had to turn to someone else for help, and the only person who came to cross his mind was you. He wanted to kick himself for even bothering to think about you, because he knew you wouldn't be pleased that he was dragging you out of school. But, he also knew that you knew he wouldn't so this if he seriously didn't need it. Peter slid down the frame of Ned's door, sitting on the cold concrete padding of the porch before pulling out his phone and shooting you a text message.

hey y/n i need your help, im at Neds but he's not home please can you come get me?

Peter's vision was blurry as he typed the message, trying to keep track of his breathing as the phone fell into his lap. His palms were sweating now, having to keep tracing them down his jeans to keep them dry. However, to his luck you didn't take long to reply;

is everything ok?

Maybe ten minutes earlier, he would have replied with a 'yes', but now the heat was becoming unbearable, his veins flooding with venom and his back arching against the wooden door frame as his hands gripped his thigh tightly attempting to stop the bleeding by applying pressure, but it was only making it worse. Peter couldn't understand why it had to be today. Of all days.

With a shaky hand Peter managed to pick his phone back up, panting heavily as he could practically see the heat radiating from his cheeks and out into the cold morning air. Luckily there was no one around Campus to see Peter in such a state.

n o pleawse y/n i ned=e you

Peter's hands were now shaking violently, and he was unsure how he had managed to get an equals sign in there. You were quick to reply however;

im on my way, hang on

Peter scoffed lightly at the message, as hanging on was all he had been attempting to do all morning. But, the relief of knowing you would be here soon sent a slight reassuring buzz through his veins. He just didn't know how long he would have to wait.

To say you were a quick walker in this time of need would be an understatement, and you practically sprinted to your brothers apartment with your bag hitting the small of your back with every step. Your hair clung to your neck and the sides of your mouth from the adhesive in the air making your skin a little sticky and sweaty, but you didn't care.

Eventually you found yourself running down the path to your brothers apartment complex, seeing a familiar someone leaning against Ned's door frame. Your heart dropped into your stomach as you saw the state Peter was in and knew almost immediately what was happening. After last time, you had a hard time forgetting what a Spidey Shock looked like.

"Shit, Peter," you clenched your teeth, kneeling down beside him and tucking your hair behind your ears. Peter opened his eyes dimly, his pupils shrunken down to a small dot in his eye and his hand weakly travelled to your arm as he swallowed.

"Thank god" he whispered, groaning as he moved lightly. You supported him gently, allowing him to handle you how he wanted to as you assessed what was happening, eyes scanning around his body. Peter was sweating profusely and even the cold morning air wasn't cooling him off.

"Where does it hurt?" you asked cautiously, being steady not to startle him. His hand fell from your own and down to his leg where there was a prominently growing patch of blood seeping through the cotton. Your grit your teeth and swallowed harshly. You never had been good with blood.

"C'mon, my apartment isn't far" you pushed your arm behind him, a sharp wince leaving Peter's lips as you lifted his back off the door frame and slowly but surely brought him to his feet. Your apartment was maybe a two minute walk down the road, but you were unsure as to whether Peter would even make it down the path.

It took a while, maybe eight or nine minutes at the least to get Peter to your apartment, and another eleven or twelve minutes to get him upstairs. Tears were leaking the smalls of Peter's eyes as you sat him down on the bed, moving quickly to spread himself out on the cold sheets. Had you known Peter would be here earlier this morning you would have prepared something to calm the nerves that were clearly going haywire inside of Peter.

"I'm gonna run you a bath, try and get your clothes off" you instructed, wobbling on your feet as you kicked off your shoes while rushing to throw your bag in the corner of the room. You watched Peter nod in confirmation before rushing into the bathroom to get the bath running. It would have to be particularly cold, as Peter had a raging temperature and from what you knew not a lot could bring it down.

As you watched the water bubble lightly upon hitting the surface of the bath tub, that familiar feeling washed over you again. About the sensitive gap you had within yourself, carefully dug out just for Peter. You knew any other friend wouldn't be this confidently open with him, especially with what was about to commence. You knew if this was with Michelle, you wouldn't be this comfortable around her. But then again, you didn't have a life changing secret.

A loud moan brought your attention away from the running water, your body switching to auto pilot as you rushed back into the bedroom to Peter had barely touched his clothing. His hands were gripping the sheets tightly, his veins showing prominently through his fine skin which, if you weren't in such a desperate situation, would be an absolute turn on right now.

"Peter, sit up" you asked him gently, hooking your arms together and lifting his back off the bed. He was a panting mess and getting hotter by the second, his hands roaming to cling to your body for some sort of stability. You pulled off his flannel quickly, shortly followed by his cotton shirt which was damp with sweat. His chest was enlightened with the glistening liquid and for a moment you couldn't keep your eyes off him.

You lifted him from the mattress, standing and leaning him against the wall as you unzipped his jeans for him, allowing him to do the rest.

"Y'know," Peter breathed heavily, catching your attention, "this isn't how I imagined you undressing me" he smirked lightly, sending a rising blush to your cheeks which you quickly subsided with an eye roll.

"The one thing I hate about a Spidey Shock is your fucking outgoing humour" you lead him into bathroom after he kicked his jeans off, Peter's breath hitching as the balls of his feet met the cold tile floor. "Okay, get in and i'll go grab some towels" you let him go gently as he stuck one foot into the cold water, his teeth clashing together at the sudden heat loss, but it was working.

After gabbing a towel, you returned to see Peter in the bath, his hair attached to his forehead and his chest still rising heavily. You closed the door, dumping the towels in the sink and sitting at the bath side, offering a reassuring hand. Peter's attention span was loose, and he shifted uneasily when you applied some of the cold water to his forehead.

"Feeling any better?" you asked, sitting back and drying your hand on the towel. Peter shook his head, making your stomach tighten.

"C-can you get in?" Peter asked, avoiding eye contact with you. Your breath locked in your throat for a second. He didn't just ask that, right?

"W-what?"

"I-i k-know it sounds stupid-"

"No, it's not that-" you rubbed the back of your neck.

"Please, Y/N" He pleaded. You weren't completely sure as to why Peter would want you to get in the bath with him of all places. Yes, he was being a little snarky and inappropriate, but Peter would never take it any further than a joke, especially when he was in the state as such. You sat for a moment before slipping off your t- shirt, dropping it to the floor with a shaky hand. You could feel Peter's eyes all over you as you slipped down your jeans, keeping your underwear intact. If this was going to help him, then you were willing to try anything.

You were thankful for the oversized bathtub as you slipped down, the water being freezing as you sat in front of Peter, sitting neatly between his legs and his arms were quick to wrap around your stomach, making you jump from the sudden chill against your warm skin. His wet cheek rested itself against the top of your back, just below your shoulder and he shortly began to relax. You swallowed, not knowing exactly what to do with yourself as Peter hummed gently, his thumbs caressing the skin below your bra.

There was a peaceful silence for a while feeling the water rippling against your stomach every time you took a deep breath, or Peter were to move his legs beside you. The sound of the water splashing made your heart skip a beat lightly, turning your head over your shoulder to see Peter lifting his head.

"You feeling any better, now?" you smiled reassuringly as his hands left the top of your stomach.

"Uh.. Y-yeah. God I feel so awkward" he chuckled lightly, making you giggle. Personally, you were glad you weren't the only one feeling the slight tension in the room. You weren't kid anymore, and being this close to each other was... Strange. Despite having kissed already, it was still new to you.

"It's okay. I mean, I'll do whatever to make sure you're okay" you managed to twirl yourself around, small amounts of water tipping over the sides of the bath as you crossed your legs around Peter's back, your hands falling to the sides of the bathtub.

"I'm so lucky you have you, you know that right?" Peter smiled, making your heart race. You knew you meant a lot to each other, but actually hearing it, confirmed it to a tee.

"Ditto, Peter" you smiled, dampening his cheeks again with the cold water. You had learned to ignore the chill that you received every time you moved, and focused on the shared body heat you and Peter were producing. You moved your legs away from his slowly, venturing to the back of the bath to take a good luck at Peter's leg.

"Do you even know what happened?" you asked, rubbing over the skin lightly with your hands. Peter shook his head, biting the side of his lip gently.

"I don't remember a thing"

"Well, your still alive so... That's good" you gave a smile as you sighed. There was a short silence that filled the room, but it was nice. Not too awkward. You could feel Peter staring at you as you watched the water dance between your legs, and looking up you saw that his eyes had returned to their normal, blown out sized pupils that sat between the dark brown outing.

"What?" you smirked, watching his lips tilt into a smile.

"Can I have my next lesson now?"

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Again, I'm really sorry the updates have been like hella slow this week, but I've been super busy. Hopefully gonna get another chapter out this weekend! 😁💞