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tonydadisbestdad · 6 years

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Dear Peter Parker - 3 - The Letter

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony, Mom!Pepper, Brother!Connor

Word Count: 1,478

A/N: ARE YOU ALL READY FOR ME TO START CHANGING SOME SHIT? Because you came to the right place! Please let me know what you guys think because I don’t want to fuck the story up too much but I like where I’m going with it right now.

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The rest of the day was pretty terrible for Peter. All he wanted to do was go home, lock himself in his room, and stay there the rest of the year.

Well, his day got a little better when he found out that you had the same lunch as him. Even better you decided to sit with him.

“H-hey Y/N,” He stuttered out, the surprise on his face was evident.

You smiled kindly at him. “Hey, you don’t mind me sitting with you right? None of my friends have this lunch period, and I really don’t want to go sit with the fake cheerleaders.”

“Uh, y-yeah. I-I mean no, no I don’t mind at all.” He wanted to beat himself in the head for his awkwardness.

“Thank you.” You said, pulling your lunch from your bag. “So, how was your summer?”

Peter shrugged. “It was alright,” He lied. You didn’t need to know about how summer for him meant the torture of working part time jobs, nor about his anxiety and depression. Especially not about him trying to commit suicide. “What about you? Do anything exciting?”

You smiled, “It was nice, we went Amsterdam for a couple weeks, that was about it though. Just saw some sights and relaxed. But of course Connor had to ruin it like he does everything.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, but Amsterdam sounds neat. I’ve never been out of the country,” in fact he was jealous, but he wasn’t going to say it like that. He would never have a life of luxury like that. Even if you didn’t like your brother.

“Oh, hey I’m sorry about Connor earlier this morning… He’s such an ass.”

Peter rubbed at the back of his neck, his cheeks tinged red. “Oh, d-don’t be sorry… That was my fault.”

“You’re too kind, Peter,” You offered, reaching across the table and placing a hand on his arm. “But really, I am sorry.”

Even his ears turned red as you touched him. “Th-th-thank you.”

You smiled and went to eating your lunch.

Peter started to read way too much into that small gesture. He already had a crush on you, but just the thought of you possibly liking him back was invading his mind now. And suddenly, he found a small light in his darkness. He found himself a reason to want to keep going.

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The rest of his day was not good at all compared to his lunch.

Of course his favorite bully Flash found him. That ended in him getting beat up, a bloody nose, making him late to class and ending himself in detention.

But, at least he was allowed to use the computer during detention.

Dear Peter Parker,

This year’s going to be a great year and here’s why… what a joke. This year is the last thing I want to get through. Between the work that I know will be coming. Having to help Aunt May with bills still, which means another part time job. Trying to not piss off both Flash Thompson and Connor Stark, yeah like I’ll manage that. Here’s to another great year of getting the shit kicked out of me for no other reason than that I’m a freak.

I would love to know if anyone would even notice if I wasn’t here. Would anyone care? I’d lighten Aunt May’s struggles of having to be a single parent to a kid that was dumped on her doorstep. I wouldn’t be the school’s freak so they wouldn’t have to waste their time making fun of me. Flash would probably notice just because he wouldn’t have anyone to beat up but it’s not like he’d really care. MJ definitely wouldn’t. Ned maybe.

But, at least there’s Y/N. Maybe she would notice.

God, I know it’s stupid to even think I could have a chance with her… but… I want one. She’s the only thing in my awful life that isn’t terrible. She’s beautiful and kind. I couldn’t believe when she sat with me at lunch today. Granted, I really think it was so she could apologize for her brother. He’s such an asshole. He has the world handed to him having the city’s richest parents. He’s terrible to his sister. I just can’t imagine being like that when you literally don’t have any problems.

If I ever get the chance to be with Y/N, I really don’t know if my anxiety would be enough to stop me from saying something to him. But until then, if it were to even happen probably not, I’ll avoid him as best I can and try to act more normal around Y/N so that maybe she’ll like me too. She’s the only person that remotely makes me feel something other than this terrible pain in my chest.

He hit print and got up to go get the paper. As he made it to the printer he noticed Connor sitting at the table right beside it.

With his hand holding his head up he eyed Peter sideways. “What happened to your arm?” He asked, eyebrow raising.

Shock was all Peter could feel now. He was trying to avoid being noticed by the older boy, but luck was never on his side.

Connor dropped his hand and looked at Peter expectantly. “Well?”

“Oh, uh, I uh I fell… out of a tree,” he lied, sending a glance to the printer which had finished. If he grabbed the paper now Connor might ask about it.

“That sucks,” he commented. “Sit down, Parker.”

Peter visibly gulped but he obeyed. He shot a glance at the printer hoping no one would take it. He sat across from Connor, hoping this wasn’t going to end badly, but it was him so it probably would.

Connor dug through his bag and pulled out a black marker. He reached for Peter’s cast.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked, pulling his arm back.

Connor rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna sign it. Obviously no one else wants to.”

Peter looked at him skeptically before extending his arm.

In big black letters Connor wrote his name before recapping the marker.

“Uh, thanks,” Peter said, looking at it.

Connor nodded. “So, you like my sister, don’t you?”

A blush shot across Peter’s cheeks, neck and ears. “W-W-”

Connor smiled a tight lipped smile at him and shook his head. “Course you do, who doesn’t? Even us miserable people have to have something, right?”

The bell rang, signaling that they could finally leave.

The two stood, Peter quick and Connor slowly.

“You know,” Connor started, making Peter pause in his escape. “Life sucks, but you could make it suck less if you tried harder.”

Peter wanted to comment about how Connor had a great life that he purposely ruined everyday by acting the way he does, but he didn’t.

“Falling out of a tree? You got a lot going for you and you don’t even see it.”

Peter knew then that Connor knew he’d lied. He turned back around and continued out of the room.

Connor gathered his things. He glanced at the printer, Peter’s reason for coming over in the first place. The paper was still there so he grabbed it. He hated himself more as he read over Peter’s letter to himself. Of course, he didn’t blame Peter for accusing him of having no problems. Not even his fucking parents wanted to notice. They just wanted be believe he liked to act out. He may have had the chance for the world to be handed to him, but he wasn’t perfect. It hurt, he hated being this way. He didn’t want to be the family disappointment. He didn’t want to be cursed with the broken light inside him. His real problem was he hated himself for not being able to do anything about it.

He couldn’t even be honest and just tell his family he loved them, that he would kill for them, die for them if it meant they’d be happy. He couldn’t even look Peter in the eyes and tell him he thought he was perfect. That he was jealous that of course he had eyes on his sister. He crumpled the paper up and threw it in the trash. The words burned into his mind as he made his way home. He always contemplated it, and maybe Peter had the right idea, he still wasn’t sure.

Peter on the other hand made it two blocks away from school before he realized he forgot his letter. He ran back, and discovered it gone. He knew it had to be Connor’s doing. When he made it home he prayed that the next morning wouldn’t start with a beating from him for the horrible things he’d said. He hoped Connor wouldn’t show you and ruin any chance he could even dream of.

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tonydadisbestdad · 6 years

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Dear Peter Parker - 8 - Disappear

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony, Mom!Pepper, Brother!Connor

Word Count: 1,418

A/N: 10 more to go after this, what did I get myself into?! Lol. Sorry it’s taking so long, my usual spiel about school and work.

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Things between you and Peter the following week were still a bit awkward. However, you still sat with him, and the two of you talked about everything you possibly could. Obviously that didn’t involve your brother.

The two of you were walking together to class when you passed your brother’s locker. Some people had made a little memorial when the news about him hit the school. It was a nice gesture. Until you looked at it now. It was practically destroyed. The picture of his was crooked and some things had been torn down and other things trampled. You paused for a moment to look at it.

“Oh man,” Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck. He went over and straightened the picture. Before going back to you.

You just kept walking. “Well, I can’t lie. I’m glad everyone’s already done talking about it.”

“Yeah,” Connor said, appearing beside Peter.

Peter jumped slightly. He hadn’t seen Connor since last week.

“It’s great to be forgotten, not like anyone liked me anyway.” He continued.

“I don’t know… that’s pretty sad,” Peter said. “Just being forgotten like that?”

You shrugged. “Maybe if he hadn’t been such a dick-“

“Hey,” Peter cut you off. “Yeah he was but, no one deserves being forgotten, especially when they took their own life because they didn’t see any other option…”

You glanced at him, you knew he was right. You sighed and pushed some of your hair aside. “You’re completely right. Sorry, I’m just… still trying to process everything…”

“You gonna fall for that?” Connor asked. “She cares less than my genius father.”

“I know you’re struggling with all this but I hope you don’t mind me saying, that’s not the best way to handle it.”

You slid your hand into his and gave it a squeeze. “Thanks Peter, I know I’m not fair about it a lot. I appreciate you telling me when I’m being insensitive about it. Sometimes my anger towards him covers up the fact that my brother really did need help…”

The two of you entered your class, ending the conversation.

“Hey Parker,” MJ said, approaching him at his locker towards the end of the day.

“Hey,” he greeted, shoving a book into his bag.

“Heard you talking to Y/N earlier about Connor.”

Peter looked at her, brow arched. “Y-yeah, what about it?”

“Just wanted to tell you that was a good thing you did telling her off like that.”

His eyes widened. “I didn’t tell her off!”

MJ rolled her eyes. “Okay, well you rightly informed her about how horrible suicide is and how it’s not right to treat people that commit like they deserved it. Wish there was something we could do for people that feel that way.”

“Y-Yeah, me too.”

“See ya tomorrow,” She said, leaving him.

Peter walked home, deep in thought. As soon as he got home he flopped onto his bed and threw a pillow over his head.

“We’re just losers, waiting to be seen,” Connor said, his voice muffled through the pillow.

Peter moved it aside and sat up beside him.

“No one seems to care or even stops to notice us. We get lost.”

Peter watched him, wishing he could have seen that Connor needed someone just as much as he had only a few weeks ago.

“MJ’s idea, about doing something wasn’t a bad one. If… if you could keep people thinking of me, so I’m not just some abandoned memory… that means we matter too. It means someone will you that you’re there.”

He thought his words over, nodding slowly.

“No one deserves to be forgotten or fade away. People need to know we’re here.”

“It’s true,” Peter finally said.

Connor looked at him a bit surprised. “Even if you’ve always been barely in the background-”

“You still matter,” Peter cut off.

“If you never get to do something remarkable, that doesn’t mean-”

“That you’re not worth remembering.”

“Think of the people who need to know,” Connor said getting up, he put his hands on Peter’s shoulders.

Peter nodded. “They need to know.”

“You need to show them, Peter. No one should have any doubt that they matter. It was a lesson I learned too late.”

“No one deserves to disappear,” Peter said, getting an idea. He went over to his computer and started planning away.

“When you’re falling in a forest and there’s nobody around, when you hit the ground, all you need is somebody to find you.”

Peter worked the majority of the night. He set up the webpage, made a brochure, set out the entire plan. However, he’d still need help. “I’m calling it The Connor Project,” He told Ned and MJ the following morning, sharing his plans with them.

“You’re starting some group to remember Connor Stark?” Ned asked.

“It’s a student group dedicated to keeping his memory alive, to show that everybody should matter.” He explained, looking at them with hopeful eyes. He needed their help.

MJ smiled widely. “We have to do this. Not just for Connor but for everyone.”

“Because no one deserves to be forgotten.” Peter stated.

To his surprise, both agreed. He supposed Ned knew him well enough to know that this was important to him, so he knew even if he didn’t like Connor, Peter was still his friend.

So, the three of them planned a spiel to give the Stark’s that afternoon to let them know what they had planned.

“We’re calling it the Connor Project,” Peter told Pepper and Tony.

“The Connor Project?” Pepper asked.

“Imagine a major online presence.”

“A massive fundraising drive,” Ned added.

“And for the kickoff event a school wide memorial assembly,” MJ finished.

Tony eyed them skeptically. “I never knew Connor meant this much to people.”

“This is so wonderful, Peter,” Pepper said, going over and hugging him. “No one deserves to be forgotten and this is a great way to show that. Please, let us know if you need anything, alright?”

“Thank you, Mrs. Stark,” Peter said, hugging the woman back.

After talking a bit more with them the trio started to make their way out. Only, you ran into them before they got on the elevator.

“Peter?” You questioned. “What are you guys doing here?”

He offered a nervous smile. “Oh, um well we were pitching something to your parents…”

“We’ll see you later, Pete,” Ned said, giving MJ a small shove towards the elevator, leaving the two of you to talk.

Peter waved goodbye to his friends.

You nodded for him to follow you back to your room.

Once there he explained the plan again to you.

You nodded slowly when he was finished. “That’s very nice of you, Peter. I’m sure it will be incredible work you do.”

He sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck. “Thanks.”

You glanced over to that picture on your nightstand, then turned it down.

Peter frowned at you. “You okay?”

With a sigh you explained. “I just… still don’t know how I feel. I’m tired of this, I just want it all to go away.”

He placed his hand down on top of yours. “I understand. How about we talk about something else?”

You nodded, appreciating the gesture.

After a few days everything was set. The only problem, was that Peter was the one that had to give a speech during the memorial assembly.

To say he was nervous was an understatement.

He invited the Stark’s and they said they would be happy to go. Well, except for you.

Peter was rather upset that you weren’t going to go, but he didn’t push, knowing you were still having a hard time with all of this.

“Peter,” Pepper said before he could leave the night before. She gave him a small box.

Peter looked at it confused before opening it. It was a light blue tie.

“I had gotten it for Connor and he never wore it, would you wear it for your speech tomorrow?” She sounded so hopeful.

Peter was a little shocked at the gesture. “O-of course, Mrs. Stark, thank you.”

She hugged the young man before he parted.

He needed to get ready for tomorrow.

“So,” Connor asked, later that night. “Got everything ready?”

Peter nodded. “I think so, just nervous now…”

Connor put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re gonna do great.”

“I hope so,” Peter said, just as his phone went off. He looked at it and smiled.

“Good luck tomorrow Peter xo,” the message from you read.

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