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blvckspidey · 3 years

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Where We Rot: Series Masterlist [P.P]

Summary: Morals don’t quite apply to people who have nothing to lose. Peter can try to save you all he wants, but there are darker games at play; a bigger shadow that shields you from his warmth.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Villain/Grey!Reader

Warnings: Angst, abuse, depression, SMUT, swearing, death

Status: Completed

Chapters that include smut are marked by *

a/n: hi guys! no notes yet, might have more to say later tho!

moodboard made by @evyzyii (she makes them for free if you’d like one!)

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➳ Chapter One: Web Of My Own

Summary: Peter makes a new friend and learns the importance of sharing, MJ is observant, as usual, Ned just loves Star Wars, and (Y/N) probably has Stockholm Syndrome.

Word Count: 4.9k

➳ Chapter Two: The Angels Cry For Me

Summary: (Y/N) out geeks Peter aka Resident Lab Geek™, MJ doesn’t just like feminism; she also likes to watch her friends fail, Ned and May are hardcore Peter x (Y/N) shippers, and (Y/N) is an attempted robber.

Word Count: 6.3k

➳ Chapter Three: It’s Only Blood*

Summary: Peter’s no longer an innocent little boy like he once was, (Y/N) does NOT like solitary confinement, Ned just wants to talk about LEGOs, and Peter is having a really bad, like astronomically bad, day.

Word Count: 4.3k

➳ Chapter Four: Let Me Let You Go

Summary: Bucky is the worst BEST at interrogating, Tony actually feels emotions and shit, Steve, once again, follows his moral compass, and Peter is a little fluff ball that likes planning date nights.

Word Count: 5.1k

➳ Chapter Five: When Forever Falls Apart

Summary: Secrets are revealed, (Y/N) makes a choice and then a sacrifice, Tony gains a daughter, and Peter cries like a little bitch the whole time (you can’t even blame him though).

Word Count: 4.1k

➳ Chapter Six: And So It Begins

Summary: This is where it all began.

Word Count: 4.2k

➳ Chapter Seven: The Realm Where You and I Connect

Summary: (Y/N) meets a familiar face in the Soul Realm.

Word Count: 951

➳ Chapter Eight: I Would Never Fall (Unless It’s You I Fall Into)*

Summary: Tony and Pepper talk about the future, (Y/N) and Peter essentially reenact sleeping beauty, Ophelia is as manipulative as ever, (Y/N) gains the family she’s always wanted, Morgan is the best little sister, and Peter and (Y/N) get a little freaky.

Word Count: 9.3k

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Epilogue Blurbs

➳ Too Hot To Handle

Summary: A day at the pool turns sour for Peter when he overhears some boys ogling at your body.

Word Count: 1.5k

➳ Eat Shit & Live, Osborn

Summary: Peter isn’t a fan of your new found fame and your new found “friend”.

Word Count: 4.6k

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blvckspidey · 3 years

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Incorrect Quotes #8

y/n: are you a barb?

bucky: no, i’m bucky

y/n: that’s not-

bucky: but funnily enough, i used to know this girl called Barbra, who went by barb. she was so pretty and…

y/n: i miss when he didn’t speak

sam: same.

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blvckspidey · 3 years

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CAPTAIN AMERICA/ SAM WILSON ICONS

🖤fav/rt if you are going to use 🖤

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blvckspidey · 3 years

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Such A Gentleman

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Synopsis: MJ sends you an embarrassing text while you’re on a date with Peter. Then there’s a plot twist that I hope you laugh at

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“Excuse me, miss. Your back packs open.”

“Oh, thanks. Oh, it’s you.” You chuckled when you realized it was Peter who was zipping up your backpack.

“Sorry. I didn’t want to startle you.” He smiled as he fixed the crooked zipper.

“You didn’t realize it was me, did you?” You tested him as you looked over your shoulder.

“No.” He admitted. “A lot of girls at this college have the same back of head as you do.”

“That sentence didn’t make a lot of sense.” You scrunched your nose at him.

“You know what I mean.” He laughed as you turned around. “Here. I brought you coffee.”

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blvckspidey · 3 years

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Mommy- Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

summary: Two year old Sarah Rogers learns the hard truth about her mother's real name.

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of cheating, some kissing, cookies

a/n: lol ok this is one of my first marvel fluffs so idk if it worked. send in requests for marvel! this is short ik but I'm sorry if this is terrible!!!

*gif not mine*

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Your two year old daughter, Sarah Rogers, was the best thing in your life. With Steve, of course.

After learning you were pregnant with his child, Steve decided to drop his huge proposal plan for you and immediately got down on his knees before you in your bedroom. Tearing up, you said yes, and then after a month, Steve watched as you walked down the aisle, being ready to be his forever.

Seven months later, You brought a beautiful baby girl in this world, and you and Steve decided to name her Sarah Rogers. She had the same blue eyes as her father, and her hair were the same colour as yours, making her a perfect combination of her parents.

Raising a baby was definitely not easy, but Steve was here to help you through it. Steve and you took turns with diapers, feeding, sleeping, and Steve made sure that you got a decent amount of sleep everyday.

Sarah was definitely a troublemaker, and she took pride in causing mischief for her father to clean up. Nonetheless, Steve loved her the same, always falling for her baby blue eyes.

“Alright Steve, I have dozens of history papers to check, so I'm gonna be a little bit late today, okay?” you looked up at Steve, who nodded away, going through his mission reports.

“Alright, I'm gonna take care of Sarah, and the team is gonna come up to play with her. Is that okay?”

“Definitely! But please tell Tony to not bring her any cookies! She goes crazy when she sees them!” you chuckled, remembering how Tony liked to spoil your little daughter with sweets.

“You know he never listens,” Steve sighed and you nodded, walking out of your room only to find Sarah playing with her toy trucks and looking up at you with her adorable eyes.

“Mama!” She cheered and you grinned, picking her up in your arms.

“Are you going to work?” She asked and you nodded, pursing your lips together.

“Have fun in school mommy!” Sarah said and you giggled, kissing her cheeks. “I love you,” you whispered in her head.

“I love you too, mommy!”

Steve watched the little conversation between his two best girls, and a smile automatically crept up on his face. Things were good.

He walked over and Sarah looked at him, making grabby hands at her father. Steve smiled as he took her from your arms, and Sarah immediately buried her face in his neck.

“See you soon, doll,” Steve kissed you and you kissed him back, whispering a “I love you” on his lips.

“I love you too doll,”

“Bye Mommy!”

“Bye Sarah!”

Sarah was currently placed in Natasha's lap, who was obsessing over her small, chubby hands. The redhead had agreed to play dollhouse with Sarah, and Sarah couldn't be any happier.

When Natasha wasn't looking, Tony immediately passed a piece of cookie to the toddler and she gladly took it, munching on the chocolate as Tony smiled at her.

“Yeah, Alright. I'll see if there's any apples left for her,” Steve's voice rang through the house as he was talking to you over the phone.

“Okay. I love you too Y/N,” Steve chuckled, before hanging up the phone. Who the hell was Y/N?

“Did you just give my daughter a cookie?”

“Yeah Rogers, I definitely did,” Tony joked and Steve rolled his eyes before turning to his daughter.

“Sarah, I thought we agreed on no chocolates,” Steve said sternly, only to find the girl glaring at him.

“Why are you mad?”

Sarah huffed and looked away, not wanting to see her cheater father's face.

“She's just angry about the fact that you wouldn't play dollhouse with her,” Natasha shrugged and Steve scoffed.

“Whatever, Romanoff,”

“Sarah, it's time for lunch!” Steve exclaimed in hopes of calming his daughter down. Sara didn't budge, Still glaring at the wall, rage filling her young mind. How could he cheat on Mommy?!

As the day went on, Sarah was still pouty about finding out about this Y/N, not wanting to see her father with another woman. She decided to give Steve the silent treatment, and Natasha had to finally feed Sarah her lunch, seeing as the toddler wanted nothing to do with her father.

The Avengers left for the compound a few hours before you came back from school, excited about telling your husband everything that happened at work today.

“Hi–” you started, before looking around in the living room and finding no one there.

“Steve?”

“Hi! Welcome home honey,” Steve hugged you, and you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Why is the house so quiet? Where's Sarah?”

“About that–”

“Is she okay?!” you cut him off, widening your eyes in worry.

“Of course she's okay! She's just mad at me about something and I don't know what that is,” Steve answered and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Wait, why is she mad at you?”

“She won't tell me. Maybe you can get her to talk,” Steve suggested and you nodded, walking with him to your daughter's room.

“Sarah, It's me! It's mommy!” you cheered, and Sarah turned to look at you, a pout on her face and her eyes filled with sadness.

“Oh my god, what happened?” you rushed towards her, and held her in your arms.

“Daddy doesn't love you!” Sarah complained. “What?!” you and Steve both yelled in unison and Sarah huffed. Of course she had to explain everything to her parents.

“Daddy said he loves Y/N! Mommy! He should only say that to you!” She shrieked, and Steve had to bite his lips to stop his laugh.

“Baby, I am Y/N!” you giggled and Sarah looked at you confusedly.

“No! You're mommy!” she argued.

“Mommy is what you call me. My real name is Y/N. Just like how your real name is Sarah,” you explained calmly to your daughter who blinked at your words.

“So daddy only loves you?”

“No,” Steve started and your eyes widened at his answer.

“Daddy loves mommy, but he also loves his little baby. You wanna know who that is? It's you!” Steve cooed and Sarah immediately smiled at his words, jumping in her father's arms.

“I love you daddy,”

“I love you too baby,”

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blvckspidey · 3 years

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Who’s Eid. Your gf?

Who’s Eid…….

#oh no lmao #eid mubarak y’all

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Peter: *wanting to formally write Tony a message* One question remains unanswered: hoe

Peter: *chuckles over typo* *presses sent instead of delete*

Peter: *panic*

Tony: *confused laughing* *shows message to Y/n*

Y/n: I am an unanswered question

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blvckspidey · 3 years

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jump scare

authors note: this was inspired by a tweet from thinkerpete on twitter that read “MJ can sneak up on Peter and jump scare him. He is so in love with her that his spider sense doesn’t even recognize her as a threat.” and that’s just so 🥺🥺🥺 so yeah it inspired this piece! also it is stark!reader bc i love that!! so yeah lol! please don’t repost my writing on any sites, and report it and message me if you find it!

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word count: 2.3k

warnings: one suggestive mention, but it’s all pure around these parts!! fluff fluff fluff!

You’d known peter had freakishly fast reflexes ever since the second you met him. Your dad had just given him a tour of the compound and he was walking back to his new room at the same time you were going to yours, balancing your textbooks, laptop, and snacks in your arms, barely able to see what was in front of you. so you surely didn’t notice that your shoes had untied before all your things went flying.

Peter managed to web your books and laptop and sling them towards his left hand, and caught you before you fell on your face with his right, and when you looked up at him, breathless, his breath hitched in his throat for a different reason. “S-sorry i couldn’t get your snacks… but swedish fish are kinda gross anyways so i guess i did you a favor” he said with a nervous chuckle, mentally face palming for rambling.

You snapped out of the journey you were going on in his deep brown eyes and stood up, brushing off your front. “Ha, i guess you’re right. you’ve no need to apologize though, thank you for saving my things… and my face.” you replied and peter visibly relaxed. he’d met a myriad of different people today, his heroes sure, but they were all so intimidating and spoke so gruffly, your soft tone and kind demeanor was what he’d been craving all day.

“Of course, it’s no problem.”

“I can’t believe you really got everything” you said, taking your computer and books out of his grasp… well trying, they were webbed to his palms.

“Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry! It does unstick I swear, it just takes a couple minutes… or like an hour… or two. God I’m sorry!”

“Hey! It’s all good spiderman,” and you sent him a smile so sweet he didn’t know how he hadn’t melted into a puddle before you. “I’ll never be mad at a reason to not study.”

You both laughed at that and basked in the silence and friendly ambiance for a couple seconds.

“Peter.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Peter. My name is Peter.” He said and you felt your stomach flip.

“Peter. I like it! Well I’m Y/N. Do you wanna come hang out in my room? Just until y’know, my laptop comes free, and we can get to know each other!”

Your invitation made peter feel like he was five years old again… and he loved it. Like he was going to his friends house he hadn’t seen in forever. “Of course.”

“Awesome, just this way then.” And you led him to your room.

“We can get better snacks though right?”

“Not too much on swedish fish peter!!” You responded childishly, playfulness carried through your tone.

Peter just laughed and bit his lip, thanking his lucky stars he met you. Someone he could just be Peter around in this new world of Spiderman and the Avengers he was thrusted into.

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It had been a year and a half since that fateful evening and you became the best of friends sticking by each other through everything and with that, there wasn’t much you two didn’t know about the other.

The summer heat led you both to enjoy the rarely used outdoor pool Tony put in, everyone pretty much avoiding it ever since Bruce “won” the cannonball contest last summer, resulting in all the water splashing out of the sides and the concrete at the bottom cracking.

But Peter had burst into your room complaining about how he couldn’t stand the heat much longer and pleaded until you rolled your eyes and changed into your swimsuit. It seemed everyone had the same idea, as Thor and Steve were currently swimming laps, while Nat and Wanda competed against Bucky and Sam in volleyball. Avengers scattered pretty much every inch of the pool area.

You and Peter splashed around a bit, held breath holding competitions, and you used Steve’s shield as a surfboard while Peter used his super strength to create waves (you never stayed on balance for more than five seconds, but the way your laughter danced in the air made Peter unable to decline your pleads of “again! again!”)

The sun set a bit and Vision and Tony broke out the grill. You and Peter got separated over the course of the afternoon, Sam begrudgingly had invited Peter on his volleyball team after the boys had been losing 4-1. Last you saw him he was pulling himself out of the pool, a frown etched on his face and Sam’s laughter booming in the background. You were grateful that your glasses and book covered up a large portion of your face so he wouldn’t be able to see the furious blush that painted your cheeks as he ran a towel over his abs and curling hair.

Maybe thirty minutes had passed since and you looked over at him again, cap titled over his eyes as he drifted to sleep. You couldn’t admire him for long as Steve obstructed your view, scowling and dragging his feet by you, shield held tightly to his chest.

Your eyes rolled as you realized he was still moping, “Aw Cap, we’re sorry! We were just playing.”

He stuck his nose up, childishly and you giggled. “You know it wasn’t my idea, right?” This caused one of his eyes to drift towards you and he raised an eyebrow.

“It’s true! You know Peter is such a… bad influence. A terror he is!” You joked and Steve smiled, catching on immediately.

“I figured! A good kid like you would never do that.”

You nodded swiftly, “Wouldn’t dream of it!”

Steve’s stare drifted to the the left over water balloons from Morgan’s birthday party that were left full and ready for battle in a large bin just a few feet away and he looked back at you. “Let’s get the kid back then, yeah?” He asked and you both devilishly smirked, running over as stealthily as you could.

Steve chose the largest balloon and had to bite back an evil laugh as he wound his arm up like he was at home plate and aimed towards your sleeping best friend.

Before it could even make any impact on his torso, his hand shot out and swatted it to the ground with a resounding splash. He shot up and looked around the area for any danger, before he looked down at the electric blue remains of the balloon and then your pouting figures, and he began cackling.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“Aww, you really thought you could get me?”

“Hey! Steve was the one who threw it!”

Peter’s jaw dropped and he looked over at Steve who did nothing but roll his eyes and grumbled away, his flip flops slapping against the tiled floor.

“It’s only because you’re half freaking spider!” He called out before flopping into a lounge chair, scowl present on his lips.

Peter smirked, “the reflexes never take a day off!” Steve rolled his eyes one last time and Peter directed his attention towards you.

“I can’t believe… my best friend would let me get PELTED with water balloons… wowwwww.” He exaggerated and you furrowed your brows at him.

“It’s what you deserve for all the times you hid on my ceiling!”

“Don’t be smart!” Peter let out and jumped out his chair. You ran as fast as your legs could take you, shrieks of excitement drawing the attention of everyone around you, but neither of you cared, only focused on the other.

Peter eventually caught up to you when he chased you into the showers, leaving you with nowhere to run unless you were to turn around straight into his direction. You were pressed against the wall, Peter’s arms resting besides yours, only inches of space between you. Your laugh caught in your throat as Peter was looking down at you with nothing short of adoration swirling through his irises.

“You caught me, Pete.” You whispered after a few beats of silence had passed. All he could do was nod and you looked up at him through your lashes, biting your lip at his expression of wonderment.

Peter fought against all his instincts and pulled his hips away from you, fingers curling into fists. You two had always walked the line of friends and more, but Peter was never one to get presumptuous. Never one to assume what others thought of him, especially not girls. And your friendship was one of, if not the most treasured thing in his life and he’d rather be struck by Mjollnir than do anything to ruin that.

So he cleared his throat and took a few steps back. “Hope you learned your lesson, y/n! Don’t interrupt my sleep like that again! I’ll always be able to sense what’s coming” He said and you nodded at him in surrender.

“You’re right Pete, don’t know when I’ll learn! You’re spidey sense is no match for me.” You said, patting him on the arm and walking back out to the events, expecting him to follow. But Peter just sat on the bench, head in hands, eyes shut as the image of you, his perfect angel, burned into his mind.

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A few weeks later, you found Peter looking through the fridge. You hid behind the corner, silently watching him as he resembled a raccoon, you thought, pawing at all the different delicacies.

It was a quarter past three in the morning, and you figured you were the only one awake so you went downstairs to find a midnight snack, but apparently Peter beat you to it.

You were hesitant to go up to him, heart sputtering in your chest. He was your best friend, your closest confidant, but recently he had been acting strange around you. Always coming up with a stuttered excuse as he rejected your offers to play fight in the large gym, something you two would do all the time; he never crawled on your ceiling anymore like he used to either, and you missed watching his eyes turn to crescent moons when you spotted him, the living daylights having been scared out of you.

You frowned and clutched your hand to your chest, wanting nothing more than for the familiarity and comfort he brought you to come back. Maybe it was something you did. You knew you were smart, you were Tony Stark’s daughter for God’s sake, but sometimes you could be clueless to other people’s feelings. Maybe he felt the same confusion you did, wondering why you didn’t reach out to him. So you did.

You took careful steps towards him, his back facing you and you placed both your hands on his back. The action caused him to jump, sending his arm load of snacks flying, he’d been caught so off guard, sending his webs shooting everywhere trying to grasp onto as many things as possible. “Peter it’s just me!”

He looked at you from over his shoulder and his stare softened. “You can’t just sneak up on a guy when he’s.. when he’s-“

You looked at him in confusion, waiting for him to finish.

He stuttered a bit, searching for the right word, eventually landing on “foraging!”

“You’re… foraging?”

“Yes. Yes I am.” He replied, confident in his answer. You just giggled and he nearly drooled at the sound, having only heard it when he dug into his box of memories with you and replayed them at night.

“Sorry, Petey. I’ll leave you to it.” You said, sending him an apologetic smile after placing the dropped food on the counter and making your way back to your room.

“Wait.”

You turned and look over at him. He couldn’t avoid you for much longer, even though the want he had, locked up in his heart, for you pained him, he’d rather be able to love you as a friend than not at all.

“D-do you wanna come to my room and- and watch a movie?” He asked, reaching out for a packet of swedish fish for you and it all took him back to the moment you first met. How kind and accepting you’d been to him, how much he appreciated that you allowed him to love you.

You broke out into a full blown smile, nodding your head eagerly and he jogged up beside you and walked to the elevator.

Atop his bedsheets were crumbs and wrappers of every sweet treat imaginable, a crappy netflix original playing on his laptop for the both you to take the piss out of.

It was as if your slump never happened, and you didn’t want to think about it too much. Shifts were natural, and Peter had his own life. Maybe things were going on that you just didn’t understand and you didn’t want to waste your time with him by dwelling on the past. But there was one thing you couldn’t get over.

“Hey, P?”

“Yeah?” He asked, eyes focused on the screen.

“Earlier… in the kitchen… how come you jumped when I came up behind you?”

Peter tensed up at that, having thought about it himself since you started the movie.

“I- I don’t know.”

“I thought I was no match for your spidey senses!?” You remarked with a teasing tone.

“I guess I’d never register you as a threat, angel.” He said, not daring to look at you.

Your cheeks burned as they seemed to always do whenever Peter was around and you couldn’t help your mile wide smile. You hummed out happily and pressed a sloppy kiss on his cheek, pulling back immediately.

Peter snapped his head towards you, lips parted in awe and you hid your face behind your hair. “You can’t hide from me now.” He said, more delicate than you’d ever heard him say it before, and used a finger to tuck your hair behind your ear and tilt your chin towards him.

You both leaned in, foreheads resting against one another’s, “You caught me.”

He smiled against your lips, massaging your bottom one with his top for a few blissful seconds, before pulling away for what would surely be the last time that night, “that I did, lovie.”

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