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raineydays411 · 3 years

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The best of friends

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Summary: The dreaded weekend has arrived. It goes as well as you expected, but you made some new friends.

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First of all, let it be known that you tried oh so desperately to get out of this situation.

You tried to feign an illness, Bruce deemed you okay. You said you were supposed to be training with Steve, Bucky said he was on a mission. Hell, you even tried to get into trouble and be grounded, but your dad saw right through it.

“Y/n, why don’t you wanna go with Peter and his friends?” He asks, slightly irritated but mostly worried.

“Because...” You don’t answer the question. Instead opting to look around the common room and avoid eye contact.

“Because what? You love hanging out with Peter.” Then he mumbles,” Maybe a little too much”

You were going to defend yourself, but then you realized you had one more trick up your sleeve.

“It’s just...I realized that I haven’t really spent time with you.” You look at your dad with big eyes,” Ever since I met Pete, we’ve been hanging out almost every weekend, we rarely have any father-daughter time”

Tony’s face softens,” Well, you’re not wrong..”

Yes! He took the bait!

“Oh what the hell, Spiderling can just come over next weeke--”

“Tony!” Oh no..

“Hey Pep, I was just planning a daddy- daughter day with Y/n”

She looked at you apologetically, “I’m sorry sweetie, but your dad seems to have forgotten that we have a meeting to attend”

God damnit.

“I didn’t forget. I just don’t want to go.” He pouts as Pepper drags him away. He turns to you, “ Kid, just go with Peter today, we can spend some time together tomorrow or something, OW Pep I’m coming!!”

You sigh, looking at the time and realizing that you had two hours to get ready. You slowly walk to your room, freading every step you take. On your way there you bump into Wanda. Literally.

“Oh sorry Wanda” You mutter, it’s still a little awkward between you two.

“It’s okay.” She smiles,” Are you alright, you seem like you have a lot on your mind.” Ironic.

You sigh, and tell her about your plans with Peter and how he invited Liz and his friends.

“So, you’ve finally realized your feelings for the Spider boy.”

You choke hearing her words,” Wh-what?! Who said anything about feelings?”

She looks at you with a bored face,” You do know I can basically read your mind right? Besides, I don’t have read your mind to see you like each other. It pretty obvious all on it’s own.”

You look down, “ I don’t know, you should have seen his face when he saw Liz...”

It was silent for a second, then Wanda’s face grew a look of determination, “ Okay, then we’ll make him realize how much he likes you.”

With those words, she pulled you along into your room.

“When did she get so strong?” You thought to yourself, surprised at how easily she was able to maneuver your body.

Once you were in your room, she made for your closet.

“Boys are stupid” She said, going through all your clothes, “ They don’t realize they want something until someone else wants the same thing.”

“So..where exactly are you going with this?” You ask cautiously. Then she pulls out an oversized t shirt, biker shirts, and some sneakers.

“Everytime you see Peter, you’re bare faced and in sweats. And while there's nothing wrong with that, I know that you want Peter to recognize you was a potential partner, yes?”

You nod,” Yes, but what does dressing up have to do with anything?”

Wanda rolls her eyes,” Right now, he sees you as a friend. His buddy that he sees only on the weekend, away from his ‘normal’ life. You want to break that notion.”

You nod along, everything she says is making sense. Even if Peter is a little touchy with you, it seems to be very subconscious. You want him to look at you the way he looks at Liz. You want that silly smile he gives her to be aimed at you.

Besides, it has been a while since you got the chance to dress up.

You smile at Wanda, “ You know, you’re really fun to hang out with.”

She blushes at your words,” It's nice to have a girl to hang out with. Put on your clothes then call me, I’ll help you with your make up.” Then she walks out of your room, softly closing the door. You never realized it before, but Wanda really does keep to herself and Pietro. She’ll talk to Vision or Steve every once in a while, but it's pretty rare. Maybe you both weren’t so different after all...

You smile as you change, your talk with Wanda helped ease your anxiety for the moments. You decide to do your hair in your favorite hairstyle. Then you picked out some necklaces, the gold meshing perfectly on your brown skin. Then you called Wanda back in.

“Beautiful, Parkers not going to know what hit him” She says with a smile, “I know you don’t wear much makeup on a regular day, so how about this?”

She pulls up a picture on pinterest. You smile, she really looked up ‘black girl makeup’ on pinterest for you.

“I love it. I have some falsies I use for galas in my makeup bag.”

So you and Wanda spend the next thirty minutes doing your makeup. It really was fun. The two of you laughed and giggled at each other, sang along to the music playing in the background, and talked about anything and everything.

When you were finally done, you stared at yourself in the mirror. It was weird. Sure, you’ve been dressed up before, but that was usually when you went to fancy dinner parties with your dad. This was a whole other thing.

“You’re missing something.” Wanda says looking at you, “ But I’m not too sure what it is...” Then, Pietro peaks his head in the door.

“Um Wanda, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you all ove-” “Pietro! You can’t just walk into a girls room without knocking!” “You’ve been in here for almost two hours how was I supposed to Kn--”

You chuckle at the two siblings bickering. It kind of reminded you if you and your dad. For a forty year old man, he really could act like a child.

“Since you’re here, we need a boys opinion” Wanda says cutting off whatever you were thinking about.

“What for?” He asks skeptically, finally realizing that there was another person in the room with them.

“She’s missing something, yes?” She says, pulling you over to them. Your face burns as you feel Pietro's gaze on you. Looking for whatever Wanda claims that was missing.

“That shiny sticky stuff you put on your lips.” He says,” oh and try these” a burst of wind hits your face and blows back Wanda's hair as Pietro runs and comes back with a pair of tiny sunglasses.

“Here.” He places them on your head, “You know, you’re actually really pretty.”

Wanda laughs,” If it doesn’t work out with Peter, you can always date Pietro”

“That's not what I meant!” He says with a blush, “ Are you finally going on a date with the Spider boy?”

You sigh,” No, he invited his crush and his friends to our shopping trip”

Pietro shakes his head,” You should make him jealous.”

Wanda rolls her eyes and you look at him in confusion,” What do you mean?”

“Men want things they can’t have. If you make him jealous, he’ll definitely pay attention to you.” Then his eyes widen, “ Hey! I can dress up like a teenager and--” “NO”

Wanda yells shutting down that idea,” Y/n, don’t listen to my idiot brother.” She hands you the lip gloss,”Now, just make sure to show him what he’s missing, act the way you do when you were with me.”

“Ms. Stark? Mr. Parker is waiting for you in the lobby.”

Wanda and Pietro with you to the elevator

“Good luck Y/n, remember what I said.” Wanda said with a wink.

Pietro smiled as the doors closed, but you could have sworn he smirked at the last minute.

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“Oh well” You think,” Okay, just be yourself, be yourself”

The elevator doors open to reveal MJ and Ned sitting on the lobby chairs. They stand up at the sound of the doors opening.

“Finally, Peter kept-- woah” Ned’s eyes widened at seeing you. “H-hi”

“Hi Ned” You say with a soft smile, “ Wheres Peter?”

“He’s outside waiting for Liz’s mom to drop her off” Mj said with a scoff, “ Really, you’d think she’d be on time..”

“Oh..okay” You say, already Peter was ignoring you for Liz and the day barely started. “Well, let’s meet him outside”

The three of you started to make your way outside when a gust of wind blew from the back.

“Ah Printsessa! I’m glad I caught you before you left”

oh no...

“You forgot your purse on the counter. I’m sure you need it or this shopping trip” He says with a smirk, holding the small bag with his finger.

Ned and Mj were in shock. Either because they were starstruck or because they weren’t expecting to talk to one of the Avengers.

“Hey guys! Liz is here!” Peter says walking into the building. ‘Oh hey Y/n”

“Hey Pete” You say, annoyed that he was just greeting you. Not even with a hug.

“Well!” Pietro saud loudly,” Here is your bag”

As you went to grab the bag, Pietro raised it out of your reach.

“Come on printsessa, I know you’re faster than that” He said in a teasing tone.

“Pietro! We have to go” You said with a laugh, confused on why he was acting like this.

“Okay okay” He goes to hand the purse to you,” You really do look beautiful, as always.” He says with a smile. “побачимось пізніше принцесою“

Then he pecks you on the forehead, winks at the group, and is gone with another burst of wind.

“What was that?” Peter asks,” I didn’t know you were so close with Pietro.”

“Well him and Wanda helped me pick my outfit” You said with a shrug, “I didn’t even know I was close to Pietro like that”

“Well, your outfit is super cute” Liz said with a smile.

“Damn I can’t even hate her, she's so nice” you think to yourself.

‘Thank you” you said weakly, “ I honestly didn’t know I had clothes like this”

“Neither did I” mumbled Peter.

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The five of you started the day by walking to some of the shops near the Tower. You,Mj, and ned ended up being left behind while Peter and Liz were in the front.

“Why did he invite us if he isn’t going to talk to us?” Mj mumbles to you and Ned.

“Aw come on Mj, Peter’s been trying to talk to Liz for like three years now.” Ned whispers back.

“That doesn’t mean he has to ditch his friends” you say quietly, Mj agreeing with you.

“Exactly, this is Y/ns first time out with friends and he’s missing it for Liz.”

“Why does everyone think I don’t have friends?” You say with a laugh,” I just don’t have any in the city.”

“Right” Mj says,” Either way, you don’t get out much.”

“That’s right! We should be having fun, not moping about Peter.” Ned adds, “Come on!”

He pulls you and Mj into the store, dragging you through the aisles and making you both try on ridiculous stuff. It was really fun, you laughed as Ned draped a feather boa on an annoyed Mj. But then you noticed that Peter and Liz were standing way too close to each other. Peter ran a hand through his hair as Liz laughed at whatever he said.

That cold feeling grew in your chest again. You watched as Peter awkwardly picked lint off of her hair as she smiled.

“Hey! We should go to this carnival they’re having!” Ned yells, ruining their moment.

“Way to go Ned” You think, satisfied at the outcome.

“A carnival?” Peter asks, “ I don’t know Ned, it's pretty far from here..”

“Aw come one guys! It one sub stop away from here! “

“I’ve never been to a carnival before” You said, “It sounds fun”

“But Mr. Stark said not to go too far..”

“You know a carnival does sound fun” Liz says, then Peter softens and gets that stupid look on his face.

“Okay fine” He says, “ We should get going.”

“Of course he agrees with her” Mj mutters.

“No kidding” You whisper back.

The walk to the subway was awkward, you all waited quietly for the train to get there.

“So..I guess you’ve never been on a sub before huh?” Liz said, trying to make conversation.

‘The last time I was on one, my mother was leaving me with my dad.” You said blankly, watching the people around you scurry. You didn’t mean to be so rude. Really, it wasn’t her fault that Peter liked her, but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted to spend time with Peter alone.

“Oh, I’m sorry I..I didn’t know” Liz said looking away. Peter looked in between you two, as if he didn’t know who to comfort.

He chose Liz of course.

“Hey, it’s okay you didn’t mean to” He said rubbing her back. “ She knows that”

You and Mj simultaneously roll your eyes. She looks at you as if asking if you’re okay. You nod, appreciating the small gesture.

The group gets on the subway. You see Peter go to sit down, one space free next to him. You see Liz talking to Ned about the carnival and Mj was already sitting somewhere else. So you took the chance to finally be alone with Peter.

You sit down with a sigh, finally glad to be off your feet.

“Hey” You mutter to Peter, pulling out your lip gloss and mirror.

“Hey! Gosh I feel like I haven’t talked to you in forever” Peter says chuckling. He turns to look at you. “So, are you having fun? Are Ned and Mj being nice to you?”

“Yeah, they’re great.” You say, pouting in the mirror. From your peripheral, you can see Peter glance at your lips. You smile, and suddenly turn towards him. Your faces close together.

“You look great..by the way..” He says lowly, “You look different..”

“Well, I’m not in my pyjamas” You saw with a light laugh. Peter laughs along with you.

“That’s true, I never realized that we mainly hang out at the tower.”

“Yeah, it’d be nice to hang out somewhere else” You say, hinting that you want to spend time alone with him.

“Yeah..that would be nice” He whispers. He looks at you for a bit, examining your face. “Hey, umm, what was that with Pietro?”

You look at him in surprise, “ What do you mean?”

He turns red, “ Well, it’s just that..it kind of looked like he was flirting with you.”

Wait..is he.. “Peter Parker, are you jealous?” you ask with a grin.

“What? N-no!” He stutters,”It’s just that he..he’s like old!”

You laugh,” He’s twenty one, hardly that much older”

“Yeah..but still” He says with a pout, “I don’t need anyone taking my best friend away.”

Your heart flutters, the thought of him not wanting to lose you made you grow hot.

“Don’t worry web head, no one is going to take me away from you.” You say looking him in the eye. He smiles at you, taking your hand.

“Good, and no one is--” “Hey Peter, we’re here!”

Liz. Of course.

Peter practically throws your hand back into your lap.

“Oh awesome!” He says getting up from his spot and walking over to her.

Leaving you by yourself. Mj walks up to you.

“He’s an idiot.” She says knowingly, “Come on.” She grabs your hand, pulling you off the train and through the crowd. You let her, deflated at the fact that Peter put you second to Liz...again.

“Hey...I know you like Peter.” Mj says, “ But don’t let him get you down. You’re hot shit, if he can’t see that then fuck him.”

You look at her in shock, “I guess I have been pretty obvious huh?”

“No kidding” Ned suddenly appears, “If looks could kill, Liz would be six feet under.”

You sigh, “I’m sorry if I’m ruining your day, I just...I have no experience with this sort of thing.”

“But you’re a Stark...” Ned begins

“Yeah, but I’ve always been homeschooled, my first crush was on Steve and I was 7. This is different” You look at Peter, “ Peter was the first person my age I truly got to know. Not as Tony Stark's daughter, but as me.”

“Seeing him with Liz must be confusing. I’m sorry he’s so stupid” Mj says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s go have fun.” Ned says, “ You shouldn’t let this situation bring you down.”

You smile, deciding Ned was right. The three of you walk up to the entrance. The air smells like fried foods and candy. Screams of children on rides and laughter of couples on dates fills your ears. The bright lights shine as the setting sun lowers in the background. You’re amazed, only ever seeing stuff like this in movies.

“Come on guys!” Liz shouts waving you, Mj and Ned over to a ride. The Himalaya. It was a ride that went in circles, each round faster and faster. But the thing that caught your attention was the rock music that played in the background.

“Sounds like the lab” You shout over the music, “Dad is always blasting music when I go down there.”

“Oh that’s true!” Peter shouts back, “ He let me pick the music once”

“Yeah and you picked some poppy trash” You teased, “ You trying to give my old man a heart attack Parker?”

“I told you it was an accident!”

“Oh sure”

“Next!” The attendant shouted. You started to make your way to the carts. Mj pulling Liz and Ned to go sit with her, she turned to you with a wink.

“Guess it’s you and me” Peter says looking back at Liz.

“Don’t sound so excited” You mutter, about to make your way to the next cart when the attendant stopped you

“Hey, do you wanna pick the next song?” He asks handing you a book full of songs.

“Sure, umm number 79″ You say with a smile, the attendant looks at you with a grin

“You have taste, I’m impressed”

“I get it from my dad” You say, about to walk away when he stops you again

“Your sunglasses might fall off, I’ll hold them for you” He says, taking them off your head.

You blush at his sudden closeness when you hear Peter shout

“ You coming Stark?” “Yeah I’m coming”

You smile at the boy and run off to join your friend.

“Sorry, he let me pick the song” You say, settling into the seat next to Peter.

“He was a little close don’t you think?” He says fiddling with the bar that serves as the seatbelt.

“I don’t know, I guess”

The ride started slowly going forward. The first notes of “You shook me all night long” starting to play. You along with several older adults started cheering. As the ride started moving faster, you started laughing and loudly singing along. The fluttering feeling coming back as Peter watched you sing. With that smile you know is reserved only for you. A smile you’ve seen time and time again, when you’re falling asleep during movie nights, or when you win at a board game.

At that moment, as you watch the world blur around you, it was just you and Peter. Yelling AC/DC lyrics in his face while he looked at you in amusement. This was how it was meant to be.

Then the song ends. And so does the ride.

Once it stops, Peter hops out and goes to help Liz out of her seat.

You sigh, making your way up to the attendant to get your glasses.

“Hey, thanks for holding them” You say taking your glasses, you smile at him and walk away. You catch up to the rest of your friends placing the glasses on your head.

“Y/n you have something on your glasses.” Ned points out. You reached out and felt piece of paper on your glasses. You take it off, you see the attendant has written his number on a piece of paper and attached it to your glasses

“ Ohhh look at you” Ned says, “looks like the playboy has passed from your dad to you”

Everyone laughs, except Peter for some reason. You look at him in concern, but before you can say anything Liz pulls him away to ring toss booth.

“ Come on guys, I want one of those fried Oreos,”

So again you were separated from Peter. It seems like every time you had a chance to get close to him somebody was always butting in.

You sigh, “maybe it wasn’t meant to be, I mean if he wanted to..he would right??”

Lost in thought you watch as Ned and Mj argue over something about Shakespeare. You tune out as you continue to think about Peter in the situation you’re in. That’s when you heard your name being yelled

“ Hey Stark!!”

You turn around and to your surprise, you see a familiar face.

“Am I dreaming or is that you Jason Todd??”

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A/n: fun fact there’s actually a ride called the Himalaya in an amusement park in my town. It basically does the same thing I described in the story it’s my favorite ride.

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marvelslut16 · 4 years

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Even teachers can be stupid

Prompt number: 6 “that was impressive”

Fandom: Marvel

Paring: Chubby!Bucky x reader (teacher au)

Rating: T

Word count: 2.5k (this is a lot longer than I originally planned. Whoops.)

Warnings: Insecure Bucky/ self deprecation based on chub. Brock Rumlow being the grade a asshole that he is. Swearing.

A/N: I apparently only write for Bucky now, lmao. I think I liked this one more in my head.

Teaching high schoolers isn’t easy; trying to teach thirty plus rowdy students six times a day for forty-five minutes each is quite possibly the hardest thing you’ve ever done in your life. As they say, the rewarding things are rarely easy. Each year you get one or two students that are truly affected by your teachings, inspiring them for life. And that makes all the late night grading and putting up with bad behavior worth it.

What helps you get through each painstakingly long day is the lunch break you share with your best friends, and fellow history teachers; Steve Rogers and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes. Steve teaches U.S. history, Bucky teaches world history, and you teach civics. Some days you talk about your students, others you talk about some tv show one of you watched the night before, and sometimes you each ask advice on questions for the tests you're writing.

“Peter Parker was attempting to flirt with MJ in the middle of my class today,” Bucky shares, making the three of you laugh. Peter Parker and MJ are both extremely smart, taking all three of your guys’ classes. Peter’s adorable, but you’ve seen how bad his flirting can be when he was into another student Liz a few years back.

“Are we surprised he was flirting?” Steve cackles at his own joke before he can even finish it. “Tony is his mentor after all.”

You and Bucky join Steve in his laughter, you glance at the brunette admiring the way his smile lights up his whole face and the cute jiggle the little bit of gut he has does. You can feel Steve’s knowing smirk as he notices your lovestruck gaze, he’s been teasing you relentlessly for the past two years about the feelings you so obviously have for his childhood best friend.

“What are you doing this weekend, (Y/N/N)?” Bucky asks, but before you can respond someone cuts in.

“She’s gonna be with me this weekend, tubby,” Brock smirks cockily, stepping behind you and resting his hand on your shoulder.

“In your dreams Rumlow,” you grit out, removing his hand from your shoulder and scooting closer to Bucky.

Brock Rumlow; gym teacher, the office flirt per say, he grew up with Steve and Bucky in Brooklyn and bullied the blonde the entire time they’ve known each other, and overall grade A asshole. He also clearly doesn’t understand the word no, you’ve rejected him at least twenty times in the two years he’s worked here with you and yet he never leaves you alone.

“You’re already in them gorgeous,” he winks at you, Bucky’s hands curl into fists under the table. He’s fighting the urge to finally let go and punch Brock in the face, like he did countless times growing up when he’d pick on Steve.

“You’re revolting,” you glare at him, turning to face Bucky you smile warmly at him. “I’m probably just going to grade some papers, drink some wine and eat some ice cream. Why, what’s up?”

“I well,” he eyes Brock, who’s hovering just behind you. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out?”

“Like a date?” your eyes light up with hope, reaching forward you grasp his forearm.

“Yeah,” he smiles bashfully at the floor, before meeting your eyes again. “I was thinking Wanda’s on Saturday, I’ll meet you there at seven?”

“Perfect,” you beam at him, squeezing his arm lightly. “It’s a date.”

Bucky excuses himself not long after the interaction, needing to go make some copies before the next period. He gives your hand a quick squeeze with the parting words, “I’ll see you later, doll.” You grin like an idiot watching him leave the breakroom, Steve watching the both of you with a large grin.

“Well, that was impressive,” Brock takes Bucky’s recently abandoned seat, grabbing the legs of your chair and pulling you into his side. “I even believed you for a second, having the poor fat ass think you actually want to go out with him. You’re totally gonna stand him up, aren’t you?”

“What are you talking about?” you stand from your seat, Brock’s hold on the chair keeping you from moving it away.

You create a fist with your hand, hiding it behind your back so Brock doesn’t see how much he riled you up. You absolutely hate how he speaks about Bucky, focusing his attention on the few pounds Bucky’s gained over the years you’ve known him. Admittedly Bucky did have abs when you met him, having done boxing almost his entire life, but work started to swamp him and he couldn’t make it to the gym like he used to putting a few pounds on. But you like the little bit of chub more than the abs, there’s something undeniably hot with his body, especially when he’s confident in it.

“You think Sam would give him some exercises to do or something,” Sam Wilson, another gym teacher and fellow friend.

The legs to Steve’s chair screech as he stands and gets ready to lunge across the circular table. You put your hand on Steve’s chest to keep him from doing something he’ll regret, or at least keep him from doing something that’ll get him arrested. You glance at the door to the breakroom thinking you hear footsteps in the hallway, but no ones there when you look.

“Shut the fuck up Rumlow,” both men’s eyes widen at you, you’re normally calm and collected when he pisses you off. The few teachers in the room with you watch on quietly, some in awe that you’re finally going to tell the asshole off, and the rest just happy that someone will finally knock Brock down a few pegs. “I can handle your constant flirting when I’ve asked you multiple times to leave me alone. But I won’t sit here and let you be an ass to James. He’s the sweetest, most considerate man I’ve ever met, and I won’t allow you to say what you want about him unchecked. He makes you feel small-”

“Yeah, cause his gut is so fucking huge,” he laughs, looking around the room to find a colleague to agree with him but no one does.

“Shut. Up. Rumlow.” with each word you take a menacing step towards him. “You’re an ass to him because you know he’s better than you in every way. He’s kind, smart, sweet, thoughtful, and handsome. Everything you aren’t. So fuck off and leave his name out of your mouth. Or next time I won’t hold Stevie back, in fact I’ll join him in beating your ass.”

You’re about to leave when you notice Bucky left his travel mug on the table, grabbing it you head to the social studies office. Upon arriving you see that the copies Bucky needed to get are sitting on his desk, which is beside yours, but there’s no Bucky in sight. You let out a small sigh, you wanted to see him one last time before class starts.

At the end of the day Bucky isn’t waiting in the office for you and Steve like normal, instead his bag and jacket are missing from his desk. Maybe he’s nervous about the date, you think to yourself. There’s no other reason he wouldn’t be waiting for you. You try texting him a few times the rest of the night, only to be met with radio silence. You text Steve and ask him if he's heard from Bucky, and apparently he’s only receiving one word answers.

The next day you start getting ready for your date at three in the afternoon, it’s way too early but you want to look perfect for him. You spend an hour and a half trying to figure out your hair, an hour on your makeup, and two hours trying on every single thing in your closet. You finally settle on a lace royal blue dress, it has a v-neck and cap sleeves. It’s Bucky’s favorite color.

You leave your house at six thirty, arriving at Wanda’s a little early. But you don’t care if you seem eager, because you are. You finally get to go out with James! Bucky’s never late, so when seven comes and goes and he’s not there you’re shocked. You sit at your table like a fool until eight-thirty, the hostess and your waiter giving you looks of pity. James stood you up.

You spend the rest of the weekend sulking and eating lots of ice cream. You fall further behind on your grading but you don’t care, Bucky hasn’t reached out to you. You refuse to text or call first, expecting him to call and apologize profusely and say there was some mix up. But he doesn’t and he won’t.

You arrive at work on Monday right before first period starts, you know it’s unprofessional but you don’t know if you can face Bucky yet. When third period rolls around, which you have off, you head to Steve’s room to talk to him. His students are taking a test that period, so you know he can step away. You lightly knock on the door, opening it so you’re half in the room and half in the hall.

“Sorry for interrupting you guys, you smile at his students who looked up from their test to see who was at the door. “I need to borrow Mr. Rogers for a minute.”

“Get back to work,” he tells his students, though his gaze remains on you. “And eyes on your own paper Flash.” You step back into the hall, Steve soon joining you and shutting the door so no nosey student can over hear.

“Have you talked to Bucky?” you ask him nervously.

“That’s why you pulled me out of class?” Steve lets out an exasperated sigh and leans on a set of lockers. “To talk about your date?”

“He stood me up Steve,” tears start to make their way to the surface, you thought you had cried all of your tears this weekend, but apparently not.

“What?” Steve’s in shock, he can’t believe that Bucky would do that. “There has to have been some mistake.”

“I looked like an idiot!” you whisper shout, mindful that Bucky’s classroom is next to Steve’s. “I was sitting there waiting for an hour and a half before the pity from the employees became too much to handle and I went home. He never called me, never texted. Stevie, I don't know what I did.”

The talking in Bucky’s classroom stops, footsteps growing near the door. Bucky opens it a crack, but you can’t bear seeing him so you stare at your feet and the gross linoleum under them. He tells his students to read ahead without him, stepping out and shutting his door behind him.

“I thought I heard voices out here, did you two need something?” Steve’s brows furrow at how cold Bucky’s being, he usually loves when you interrupt him and his class.

“No,” Steve says slowly, glancing between the two of you.

“Anyway, thanks for the help Steve,” you force a fake smile. “I should get back to the office and grade some papers I didn’t get to this weekend.”

“(Y/N/N)!” the blonde calls quietly after you, turning to Bucky with a small frown. “What the hell were you thinking standing her up?”

“I didn’t stand her up, she stood me up,” Bucky glares down at the tiles.

“What are you talking about?” Steve can’t make sense of the nonsense coming out of his best friend's mouth. “She waited over an hour for you to show, Buck. And you never did.”

“Why would she want to date me?” he gestures to himself, eyes lingering on his own gut. “I heard Rumlow say it was fake and she was going to stand me up.”

“And you believed that?” Steve lets out a humorless laugh. “She threatened to beat his ass for talking shit about you Buck. you need to fix this, she’s crushed.”

Steve walks back into his classroom, leaving Bucky alone in the hall with his racing thoughts. He has to make it up to you! How could he hurt you? How could he believe anything Rumlow said? This goes to show that even teachers can be stupid. You’re his best girl and he hurt you, how’s he supposed to make it up to you?

You and Steve sit quietly in the breakroom at lunch, he’s eating and you’re trying to make some headway in your grading. Bucky hasn’t come to lunch yet, you’d love to say you haven’t noticed, but you're painfully aware of the empty seat to your right, the one Bucky always occupies. You write a big fat C in red ink on the essay you just read, it should be a C- but Ned is a smart kid and you don’t want to drop his GPA even more because of one poorly written paper.

A body slumps in the chair beside you, you ignore it assuming it’s Brock. You don’t have the energy for him and his bullshit today. A cheesy heart shaped box of chocolates is set onto the essay you just started reading. You finally look up and see a frazzled looking Bucky in his seat, He’s holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a nervous grin on his face.

“I fucked up-” he starts.

“You don’t say,” you move the box of chocolates off the paper to start reading it again.

“I overheard Brock the other day saying you were going to stand me up,” he rushes out, your gaze meeting his as he continues. A proud smile on his face about the next sentence, “Steve already told me that you threatened to beat Rumlow up for me. But that’s not the point. I thought you were going to stand me up, so I didn’t want to give you that satisfaction so I never showed up.”

“Why would I stand you up?” you ask slowly, eyeing the flower stems you fear he may crush out of nerves.

“Because I look like this,” he admits quietly, using the flowers to gesture to his slightly protruding belly.

“I love how you look Bucky,” you grab the flowers and set them on the table, grabbing both his hands in yours. “It’s incredibly sexy, you’re sexy. Especially when your sleeves are rolled up and your tie is loosened. I love you James, your personality makes it impossible not to.”

“You love me?” he lets go of one hand, bringing it up to caress your cheek.

“Of course I do,” Steve leans back in his seat, a fond smile on his face, his best friends finally got their shit together.

“Let me make it up to you tonight! I can make us dinner and we can stay in. Or I can take you anywhere you want to go. We can go bowling, or see a movie-”

While his rambling is adorable, you cut him off with a soft kiss. It’s not as long or as passionate as either of you would like, but you have an audience of coworkers and you don’t want to get carried away. Brock stomps out of the breakroom like a child when he sees you and Bucky.

“I love you too, doll,” Bucky admits dreamily.

permanent tags: @crimson-knuckled-queen @rexorangecouny @mrs-malfoy-always

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lyssismagical · 4 years

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Could you write a prompt for Peter having a bad mental health day and Tony being there for him?

Peter doesn’t have bad days frequently. Not anymore, at least. Spider-Man has been the greatest outlet for all the dark clouds, and he rarely ever has the time to think, let alone fall into the bad.

If he doesn’t think too much, the thoughts, the bad thoughts, don’t have the time to chance to prey. They don’t have the chance to dig their claws into his chest and drag him down.

So when winter hits, worse than it normally does, and his heater breaks after he takes a tumble into the river again, Tony forbids him from patrolling for a week.

A week over winter break, without homework or Spider-Man. He can’t even use Ned as a distraction because he takes a vacation to Hawaii with his family every winter break. Even MJ, who’s notoriously unoccupied, always prepared to stitch Peter up whenever he shows up on her fire escape, even she’s busy. Her dad took her on a road trip to Florida to get away from the nasty New York snow.

And as though the universe doesn’t hate him enough, May offered to take up a bunch of shifts at the hospital to give her coworkers some time off over winter break. Meaning Peter’s at Tony’s for the whole week with just his thoughts to keep him company.

So when Tony slips into his room at nearly two in the afternoon, he’s really not surprised to find the heaviness that curls around his chest has returned, the ache behind his eyes has returned, and his throat feels clogged with apologies for ending up back here, back in this dark pit he sometimes stumbles into.

“Hey, kiddo. Friday told me you were up and I kinda figured this was some sort of teenager thing to stay in bed until the afternoon, but I was a little worried when you didn’t come down for any lab time,” Tony explains as he sits down on the edge of Peter’s bed.

Every ounce of effort has disappeared, lost somewhere in the wreckage left behind. The silence that creeps along makes the apologies swell in his throat, threatening to spill out in a mess of uncertainty and fear, he’s sure he’d be apologizing for the wrong things anyways.

“You okay?” Tony asks. He leans down to gently brush a curl off Peter’s forehead, touch careful but warm and easy. “You being quiet is never a good thing in my books.”

“I’m sorry,” Peter says. There’s a lot to be sorry for. “I’m really sorry.”

He wants to apologize for everything. Everything from the time he spilt ice cream on his mom’s pretty yellow dress to Ben’s death to failing Tony time and time again to now for not being enough.

None of that comes out. Instead, he just stares, listless and unfocused, at the wall behind Tony. It’s still grey, not having been painted a nicer color since it changed from a guest room to Peter’s room. There’s an old Iron Man poster thumbtacked to the wall, corners curling in and color fading.

Peter thinks about how he’s just like that poster, curling into himself and fading.

“What’s going on, kid? You’re not hiding any injuries from me, are you?”

Peter wonders if that would be better. If injuries, if making the internal pain external, if turning the invisible visible, if that would be better, if that would change the outcomes.

He shakes his head anyways because he can’t really feel, let alone hurt.

This, though, makes Tony’s shoulders droop a little bit, a quiet hum escaping him like this is worse.

“Bad day?” Tony guesses.

It’s like a secret code.

He remembers Ben saying that after Peter’s parents died. Ben used to lie on the couch somedays, unkempt and tired more than anything. May would brush back his hair, plant a kiss on his forehead like she had the magic touch of true love that would fix Ben up, and she’d ask Bad Day?

Peter picked it up, he supposes, because he used to do the same to May after Ben died. He was too young to carry the weight on his shoulders, but May was too tired to do it, so he wasn’t given a choice. He went out as Spider-Man and he did his homework, he’d buy takeout and do the chores, he even learned how to do the laundry to keep the weight off May’s back.

When he’d get home to find her curled up on their old couch, quilt tucked around her shoulders, and old gameshow reruns muted on the TV, he’d brush back her hair, plant a kiss on her forehead, and ask Bad Day?

Tony, on the other hand, doesn’t kiss his forehead. Peter’s too old to believe in the magic of true love’s kiss with its capabilities to fix anything, anyway.

“Yeah.” Peter’s voice is hoarse and scratchy when it comes out, and he wants to draw the word back in as soon as it’s in the air. He’s used to lying when it comes to questions like that, used to bearing the weight on his shoulders, used to asking the question not answering.

“Oh, buddy.”

Tony manages to sound sadder now than he did a few nights before when he’d fished Peter out of the Hudson.

“I’m sorry,” Peter repeats, a broken record of apologies.

Tony shakes his head, slipping into the space beside Peter, laying down with their sides touching from their shoulders to their knees.

This changes everything. It throws the entire universe of sorry’s and bad day’s and repetition offbeat. Instead of forcing him out of his safe haven, Tony’s simply joining him.

It’s not about trying to drag him out of the dark pit he’s dropped into, it’s just keeping him company in his misery.

“You wanna talk about it?” Tony says eventually, after the silence has settled and time had started to blur.

Peter blinks a few times, slowly and pointlessly, like he used to do back when he still needed glasses and wasn’t wearing them. Tony nudges him in the ribs a little bit when Peter takes too long to answer.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Anything you want. Pepper always got me to talk about it, there was always something, you know? Once it’s off your chest, it’s easier to deal with.”

There’s so many things Peter could say, so many admissions, so many apologies. His mouth stays shut, though. There’s so many, but none of them are the right ones to pick.

On one hand, nothing causes these days, there’s no reason for Peter to have fallen again, but, on the other hand, it could easily be argued that it’s the buildup of everything that’s caused it.

Either way, words aren’t particularly easy.

“Thank you,” Peter says because it’s the last coherent thought he’s had, the only thing that bounces around his head amongst the sea of apologies. “For- For being here, for doing this. I, uh, I’m sorry.”

Tony, instead of answering or trying any of the pointless pep talks or attempting words of comfort, he takes Peter’s hand in his.

Eventually, Tony will drag Peter out of bed. They’ll go to a nearby all-day breakfast place in their pajamas at four in the afternoon. Tony will tell the corniest dad jokes he can come up and Peter will eat all the pancakes he can, movements becoming less mechanical and more subconscious, eyes sparking with light. By the time they get home, it might as well be dinnertime, but Tony puts on Lilo and Stitch instead and digs some ice cream out of the freezer, Blue Raspberry Spider-Man with his signature red and blue colors, and they’ll curl up on the couch together. Peter will talk about all the whys and they’ll properly make an attempt to fix all of it.

For now, though, it’s enough for Tony to run his thumb over Peter’s knuckles and for Peter to let his head fall onto Tony’s shoulder.

It’s enough to lay side by side in Peter’s safe haven until he’s ready to face getting up.

It’s enough to simply have company in his misery.

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#lyss answers #lyss writes #this is kinda messy but i'm writing with a migraine at 5am so??#oops can you tell this is a vent fic #unrelated but my eye has been twitching for nearly three months and im losing my mind please #irondad #irondad fic #Irondad and Spiderson #spiderson #tony stark #peter parker #irondad fanfiction

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vigxilance · 4 years

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yandere!MJ X Reader X yandere! Peter Parker - Jealousy

Please be nice! This is my first time writing as Peter and even doing a one-shot on here, so there might be a few mistakes. Please bare with me, I’m still learning after all! TRIGGER WARNING: Murder, Stalking, stealing

The sun shone through your window, it was near the end of the school year and you were left scared of what the future would hold. This was your senior year and if you had to be completely honest you had yet to find a college you wanted to go to... hell, you didn’t even know what job you wanted to have. At least you had your best friend from elementary, Mary Jane Watson. Everyone called her MJ. You and MJ used to go on and on about how you would grow up to be princesses when you were older. It was rather saddening knowing how at one point you knew exactly what you wanted to do with your life and suddenly you were just so lost. After entering middle school things just went terribly wrong. But you had also met two of your other closest friends, Peter and Ned. If you had to be completely honest you were convinced Peter was in love with MJ. Sure, he always spoke of a girl who went by the name of Liz. But you still saw chemistry between Peter and MJ. Unknowingly, both Peter and MJ were madly in love with you. Neither realizing the other loved you in that way. Not even you did. You just though MJ was always wanting to hang around you because of how close you were and Peter rarely spoke around you and always got flustered when you two were left alone, that’s where you got the idea that he had a crush on MJ. If he was so nervous around you it must have been because he was scared he’d accidentally reveal his crush to his crushes best friend... or so you thought. There was only ever a few small things that even hinted at him or even MJ loving you as more than a friend, at least small things that would catch somebody's eye. Secretly, anytime MJ would come over she would steal a sweatshirt of yours and keep it for later when you weren’t there and lets not get started on peter. Seeing as Peter had his powers, he would web up into your room when you were off doing something and steal things such as underwear, shirts, quite literally anything he could get his hands on. He’d also stay perched on the fire escape that led to your room, just watching you. Oh how he loved the way you’d stay up all night dancing, how you had a habit of leaving your window open at night (that of course worried and led to him staying longer just to make sure nobody snuck into your room and took you while you were sleeping), every little thing you did he adored. In his eyes you were the most beautiful girl on the planet, you were his darling and he would do anything for his darling.

The sound of your alarm buzzing woke you up, along with the sun that was shining into your room. As usual a gentle breeze blew your curtains around, you’d forgotten to close your window again.That meant you would have to get up and shut it, you didn’t need any break ins. Little did you know, there had already been multiple. You slowly rose out of bed and went to the window, looking outside and smiling softly. It was such a beautiful day. Summer was coming and although you knew soon your friends would be off at college or finding jobs, the thought of all the summers you’d spent by the pool with MJ seemed comforting and left you wanting to finally be able to do that again. Eventually you snapped out of your thoughts and shut the window, turning and heading over to your closet. After a few minutes of looking, you decided on a light blue wrap dress and a pair of sandals. It was perfect for a warm spring like day. Except one thing was missing, your favorite pair of underwear. Where could you have placed them? Little did you know, earlier that week peter had snuck in and stole them from your dresser. But you didn’t have time to go search for them, so you settled on a random pair instead. you headed to your desk and gathered all your books, placing them in your backpacks and then you were off to class.

Peter had memorized your schedule and knew exactly what time you headed off to school, so he stayed hidden within the shadows waiting for you. He didn’t want you to be in any danger after all. That would just be terrible. As you walked by Peter’s eyes lit up, there were you. His beautiful love. He quietly waited for you to get ahead of him, before rushing out and quietly followed close behind you. As usual you had your headphones in, he always wondered what you were listened to and it pained him knowing he couldn’t run up to you and listen to the unknown song you were listening to. After a short walk the both of you appeared at the school, peter ducked behind a tree and watched as you approached MJ with the sweetest smile on your face. That damn smile. It always left butterflies in Peter and MJ’s stomachs. Peter watched MJ stand up and head to you, pulling you into a hug. That was just so unfair. Why her? Why did MJ get your undivided attention while he was just some kid that lurked around you and MJ. He pursed his lips and came out of hiding, rushing over to you and MJ. “h-hey (y/n)... MJ.” he said, giving you an adoring smile. To anybody else, it was clear that it was you he was interested in and NOT MJ. But within your little group it was very unclear. “Oh, Hey pete.” MJ said, giving peter a annoyed look. One thought went through her mind ‘Why does he always have to show up when i’m around (y/n)’. You smiled at both of them, snapping MJ out of her thoughts as she looked at you with a loving look and making Peter perk up. “Hey Peter, I was just about to walk to class with MJ, if you’d like to come?” You suggested, earning a death glare from MJ and an excited nod from peter. With that you and both of them were off to class, of course they both brought you to class. But the minute you entered your classroom, MJ whipped around and glared at Peter causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“why do you INSIST on following (y/n) around its like your... your obsessed with her?” MJ exclaimed, she wasn’t exactly wrong. He did in fact have a box full of your stuff stowed away in his closet for safe keeping, but she did as well. There was clearly tension between the two and both seemed to want to attack each other. “I’m not obsessed with her! Where’d you get that idea?” Peter asked, nervously looking anywhere but at MJ. He really hoped she hadn’t seen him lurking around your house or even breaking in. She was always around after all, what was stopping her from seeing? Nothing. MJ clearly wasn’t buying peter’s answer, as she was staring Peter down like a villain who was attempting to steal her beautiful darling from her.

“Well, why were you around (y/n)’s house last night? It looked like you were trying to watch us! And you just followed her down the street, I SAW you!” she told him harshly, that’s when the panic set in. He couldn’t just tell MJ he was uncontrollably in love with you, besides, why did it even matter to her? It wasn’t like she was your girlfriend or something, although she desperately wanted to be. Peter quickly shook his head, this was terrible. She couldn’t expose him for following you. It would scare you and he just didn’t want that. You were to dear to him. He didn’t want to lose you. “W-What?!” He exclaimed, trying to pretend like he had no clue what MJ was talking about. Lucky for him, MJ stopped trying to bug him and stopped questioning him any further. She would just have to wait and see if he came around your apartment later that night. You and MJ hung out after school everyday, so she knew that it would be easy to catch peter. “Whatever, Pete. I have class, bye...” and just like that she was gone, leaving a confused and nervous peter behind. Peter turned and watched as she walked away, raising an eyebrow. He’d have to be extra careful tonight, he knew that.

Later that day the usual routine you’d had for months continued, you left your last class and were instantly greeted by MJ who walked you home. You entered your apartment with MJ, the two of you smiling and giggling as you did so. Peter following close behind, he climbed up the fire escape and slowly peeked in. You and MJ were doing homework, completely oblivious to Peter being there. At least thats what Peter thought, you were in fact oblivious. But MJ wasn’t, she was waiting for that moment. To catch Peter watching her darling and being an absolute creep, she had yet to see him but was waiting for him to show up. Since she hadn’t seen peter, she ended up taking one of your shirts and subtly putting it in her backpack. You had no idea, but Peter did and now he was enraged. He felt he was the only one allowed to do that. Not MJ.

Then they both made one wrong move. MJ turned to look out the window and Peter peaked in. Just like that Peter was rushing to get down without making any noise, that slowed him down enough for MJ to tell you she was heading outside to grab something and then rush down to catch peter. Peter was rushing down the alley between your apartment building and the one across from you, MJ following close behind.

“PETER! GET BACK HERE... NOW!” MJ screamed after him, causing him to stop walking and turn around. There they were, two people in love with one darling. There was no way this was going to end up okay. Peter had an angry look in his eyes, knowing what MJ had done. She had stolen your shirt and he found it wildly inappropriate. “Did you really steal her shirt?” Peter called out to her, clenching his teeth as he stared at MJ with a menacing look. MJ shrugged, stepping uncomfortably close to Peter. “I don’t know, were you watching us through the window?” She responded, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. “she is MINE peter, she is my best friend and soon to be girlfriend. Just you wait!” she told him stubbornly, Peter stepped even closer and shook his head. “No, MJ. She is MY soon to be girlfriend, you’re... you’re psycho!” Peter exclaimed, throwing his hands up in anger. MJ shook her head “no, you are! Stop following (y/n)” She responded, pushing him back and watching him stumble a bit. Then the look in Peter’s eyes changed, he was angry before. Now he was enraged. “For the last time MJ, (y/n) is MINE. You will stop stealing her attention or else i’ll.. i’ll..” he tried thinking, what would he do? But then MJ gave him his answer. “or what, peter? You’ll kill me? Try it, she’s my best friend! My soulmate!” she shouted, instantly Peter went and grabbed her. She tried pulling away, but at this point it was to late. He quickly snapped her neck and threw her to the ground, feeling instant regret. That was his darling’s best friend... your best friend. He didn’t even feel bad about killing her, all he felt bad about was taking something like that away from you. But he was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you come running out of your house, his heart dropped as he saw your face when you saw MJ’s lifeless body below him.

“(y/n), I can explain...”

#yandere #yandere!peterparker #yandere peter parker #yandere!mj #spiderman #spiderman one shot #spiderman fanfiction

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fuckingthefictional · 4 years

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sorry to bother but i have a request, could you write a peter parker! x reader, with the reader being the protégé or adopted daughter of the strange doctor? I searched a lot but I didn't find

Must be magic.

Peter Parker x Strange!Reader

Requested: Yes by @celenajulie

A/N: hope you enjoy this! I tried my best- and there will be a part 2 out soon, where Y/N introduces Peter to her dad, stay safe out there! Xx

Y/N never knew her birth parents, she had only been a mere few hours old when she had been left outside of a New York orphanage.

The owners took her in, fed her and let her grow. She was a generally happy baby.

Until one day, a few months later, Y/N took a turn for the worst. She was no longer that happy girl with the gummy smile, she wasn’t herself.

She slept more, she cried more, she vomited more despite eating less and she didn’t interact with the social workers at the house like she used to. She just wasn’t herself.

Soon they found out why. Y/N had a brain tumour, the doctors called it pineoblastoma.

It was rare, it was aggressive and it was killing the young infant- causing her to waste away.

There were several options, the majority of which were expensive and risky. The staff at the orphanage were considering placing Y/N into the care of a hospice.

After all, time was limited and their options were coming to dead ends. What else could they do? They needed a miracle, a doctor something magical if Y/N was to survive and thrive again.

Christine Palmer loved her job, she loved the idea of caring and helping those who needed her support.

It didn’t matter what age, gender, sexuality or race someone was- she tried 110% to help them to the best of her ability.

Some said that she cared too much, Christine opted towards the fact that compassion was key in the medical industry. And anyone who lacked it, wasn’t cut out for this line of work.

Compassion was what lead Christine to Y/N.

God- she could still remember the first time she’d met the tiny girl.

It had been in the early hours of the morning, the rain had been hammering down for hours and all had been relatively quiet in ER.

Christine remembered going to the vending machine in the waiting room on her break, in hopes to get a snack.

What she hadn’t expected was to become involved in a small dispute. There had been a small altercation that she had decided to step in between.

It seemed to of been between one of the ladies at the front desk and a tall, slender woman- who Christine had at first assumed to be a wife or parent of a patient.

It wasn’t until the young woman inquired why the argument had begun that she finally understood and jumped into action.

“It’s one of the children that I care for, Y/N- last month we were here and she was diagnosed with a brain tumour, we’ve been getting treatment but she’s taken a turn for the worse.”

It was almost immediately that Nurse Palmer jumped into action and called for support on her pager.

It took mere seconds for a doctor to come forward with the required equipment and a portable bassinet to wheel the baby away in.

But there was a nagging feeling in the back of Christine's head, she needed to call him. Just to be sure, to get support and a second opinion.

Without a second thought, she picked her phone from her scrub pocket and pressed the dial button, it rang for a second before a voice chimed through the other side.

“Christine it’s two in the morning.”

“You owe me that favour- come to the hospital now, I need support on a patient’s case.”

“I’m on my way.”

“Okay.” She paused, licking her lips. “And Stephen- thank you.”

It had been an ongoing gag between Stephen and Christine that he owed her a favour.

Ever since the incident in med school, Stephen vowed to give his friend one favour- whenever she needed it, whatever it was- he would be there.

That was why he was getting dressed into his scrubs at 2:30 in the morning (when his next shift didn’t start for another day) in order to help Christine with whatever it was she needed.

When Stephen arrived at the hospital he rushed to where Christine said to meet, Paediatric intensive care unit.

He strolled in, finding Christine sat on a chair next to a tiny infant, no less than a few months old, who was covered in fresh wires.

“She has pineoblastoma.” She explained softly, “You’re the only one I know who can operate and get positive results on this sort of thing.”

Stephen nodded, formulating a plan in his head as he read the baby’s case file.

The poor child had been through a lot in her first few months of life it seemed.

And the doctor didn’t know it yet - but he would soon become her proper family, and give her the life she deserved.

It was weird being the daughter of a master of the mystic realm. Like really weird. Nothing was ever ‘normal’ in her life.

Travelling to the grocery store? Her dad would simply use his sling ring.

Wouldn’t get out of bed? The cloak of levitation would drag her out if her dad willed it.

Wanted a slice of pizza? Sure- Wong would just conjure one up.

She lived in the New York Sanctum Sanctorum for crying out loud that didn’t exactly scream normal!

The only thing that may have been normal was her school life, Midtown school of science was perfect for Y/N.

She took after her father on that, she was smart and bright and loved to learn.

In fact, there had been many occasions growing up that she had been caught under the covers, flashlight in hand, reading her dad's old medical school textbooks.

But just because she was bright, didn’t mean that she made friends easily. Being smart often meant she was teased by her peers- it didn’t help that her last name was Strange either.

She had some friends on the debate team (MJ being one of them) and she talked to Peter and Ned too sometimes.

But half the time Y/N avoided it, after all, she’d rather not listen to her long term crush go on and on about how he loved the most popular girl in school.

It was painful- that stuff hurt. And every time she thought she’d taken a step forwards toward him he’d take three more back.

“Miss Strange?”

Y/N focused back in on the whiteboard, in front of which stood the extremely unimpressed bio teacher.

“Pardon?”

“The answer Miss Strange?” The teacher turned around, marker poised ready to write down her answer on the board for the class to see.

Thankfully MJ was up to date and mouthed the question number across the room. Looking down at the sheet in front of her she found the relevant question.

‘Name an example of a gene pool.’

“A population with a known proportion of A, B and O blood groups would be an example of a relevant gene pool.”

The teacher looked unimpressed at the fact that Y/N had been ‘listening’, “That is correct.” He cleared his throat, “Now before this lesson ends, I will be handing out these assignment sheets that are to be used for your upcoming projects- yes, you will be doing them with your lab partner. No-you cannot switch.”

Fuck that meant Peter was going to be Y/N’s partner. Double fuck. That meant spending time alone with him.

While Y/N pondered in her doom, the lunch bell rang and everyone moved around her as they packed up and left the classroom.

“Hey erm Y/N?”

The teenager’s head snapped up, only to come face to face with Peter.

“Peter!” She yelped, “Hi.”

The boy laughed breathily, “Hi, listen since we’re buddy’s on this project i was wondering when you were next free- Y’know to do the project?”

Y/N tucked some stray hairs behind her ears, “Oh I’m free whenever,” she ripped the corner of one of her pages off and scribbled down her number, “This is my number in case you need to call me.”

“Cool,” Peter rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I should get going- it was nice talking.”

“Yeah of course,” she nodded happily, “I’ll see you later.”

Mere minutes later there was a beep coming from Y/N’s pocket, she fished around in her pocket in an attempt to find her phone.

‘Hey this is peter, are you free to make a start on the project afterschool?’

She typed a quick response back, ‘Sure, where were you thinking?’

‘The library is probably most convenient right?’

‘Okay cool, I’ll see you later.’

By the end of the day, Y/N found herself practically bouncing at the idea of spending time with Peter alone.

She’d managed to snag a table and the required textbooks that they’d need. But minutes turned into hours and there was no sight of the boy that Y/N was falling for.

He’d stood her up.

Or at least that’s what Y/N had initially thought. but as the clock struck half-past five, she was aware that it was time she made her way home.

Despite his no show, the bright girl was almost entirely finished with the first half of the project.

She was in the process of exiting the library’s doors when she heard the familiar laugh paired with a high pitched giggle.

“Seriously though- Thanks for helping me with Chem.” The female voice countered, “I’d be lost without you.”

Y/N was flat backed to the cool, red bricks that made up the library building. Listening in to what was being said.

“No problem Liz,” Peter laughed nervously, Y/N could almost imagine the awkward neck rub that he did whenever he laughed like that, “I really enjoyed it- I-I’m glad I could help.”

So it was Liz that Peter stood her up with. Ouch- that stung.

The sorcerer's daughter felt tears drip down her cheeks, she sniffled quietly and kicked off the wall brushing past Peter and Liz briskly.

But all she could hear was Peter’s voice calling behind her. Shouting desperately for her to stop and let him explain.

But she did what she knew best, she went home to her family.

The next few days fell victim to the onslaught of messages that Peter sent to Y/N via text.

Even the sounds of her phone buzzing were beginning to set Y/N on edge. Especially since she knew that the notification coming through would be from Peter, begging to let him ‘explain.’

But once more in true Strange fashion, Y/N worked and worked and worked. Until the bio project was finished- almost four weeks in advance.

The way she saw it was that If the work had been completed, then there was no real to hang out with Peter ever again.

He, however, didn’t seem to have the same idea. As 3 weeks later on Monday, Peter had resorted to cornering the girl in the school's supply closet.

He didn’t want to do it, but Y/N gave him no choice. Peter had to explain himself.

“Peter- what the hell?” Y/N yelped, she was beyond pissed at this point.

“You haven’t been returning my texts and calls,” he shrugged, “I need to explain myself.”

“Like hell you do.” She spat, “Look it doesn’t matter, I’ve finished the damn project- we don’t need to see each other again.”

Peter looked shocked and there was hurt in his eyes, “Y/N...”

“What do you want me to say, Peter? That I’m not hurt?” She pursed her lips to stop the tears from leaking, “You left me for hours in the library all while you were having fun with Liz- how is that fair?”

“Please don’t cry,” He whispered, pulling her into his body in an embrace, “I can’t stand it when you cry.”

“You left me alone Peter!” She fought against his embrace, “Like everyone in my life!”

Peter held Y/N against him, rubbing her back and shushing her. Trying anything to bring her calm.

“I got nervous.”

Y/N lifted her head, “What?”

“I got nervous- I’ve- I’ve liked you for forever y’know. I was outside the library for 10 minutes willing myself to go in.” He laughed softly, “But every time I saw you sat there- I just froze.”

The young girl looked up in shock, “But-But Liz?”

“I was about to get reprimanded for loitering, she got me out of the situation. I was going to call you but my phone died.”

Y/N didn’t realise how close together they were until their foreheads touched and their noses bumped.

It felt like her heart was about to beat out of her chest. It was ironic really because when they finally met in a kiss it felt like all time had stopped.

She could feel every touch on her cheeks, his hair and how it ran through her fingers, how minty he smelt. Everything stood still and for a few moments, you had everything you’d ever wanted in the palm of your hand.

What Y/N had failed to notice was the glowing golden portal that had appeared in the supply closet- even worse the thoroughly unimpressed man standing through it.

“Y/N Strange you are so dead!”

“Shit!”

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frickfracksnatchisback · 4 years

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May I? Ask for some Snatcher and MJ hcs when they are already a while with their s/o in a relationship?

Of course! These two lads deserve some love and affection (and vise versa for all you ghost lovers out there!)

Starting with Moonjumper, he has a very cute habit of taking his S/O’s hands and placing kisses on top of them in a fancy gesture (because, y’know, he’s royalty, and that’s a thing princes do-). Sometimes it’s because he wants to act like a gentleman, other times he uses it as an excuse just to see his S/O blush! But, if S/O decides to turn the tables and kiss his hands instead? He is straight up swooning, with him shyly commenting on how they are ever the charmer~

With Snatcher, if S/O allows him, he likes brushing his claws through their hair softly. It happens rarely, but if it’s one of those quiet moments where S/O in sitting in Snatcher’s lap and they’re just chilling, Snatcher may or may not find himself combing through their hair or playing with a lock of it (and if they have shorter hair, Snatcher just kinda “pets” the top of their head absentmindedly). With S/O petting Snatcher’s hair, on the other hand? Yes please, he love, love, loves floof pets and stritches! (not that he’ll ever admit it, but he won’t ask for them to stop)

Moonjumper is very much a cuddle bug. The moment that S/O hugs him or asks him for cuddles, he’s immediately hugging, cuddling, and/or nuzzling at their side. The poor lad is very touch-starved after so many years, so he very much craves physical affection and plenty of attention from his partner! But don’t worry, for as much attention as S/O gives him, Moon makes sure to give back twice if not thrice as much back!

No matter S/O’s height, whether they be relatively tall or short, Snatcher will always playfully make a teasing comment on how small or little they are compared to him (Honestly, I HC that Snatcher’s full height is about 20 ft., maybe 10 ft. or less if he needs to be smaller in somewhere with less room). He always takes advantage of this fact, picking them up often, carrying them in his arms or on his shoulders, or lifting them up when they need help to reach something. Basically, for every tall joke they make of Snatcher, Snatcher will always return it with a short joke just to get a rise out of them (or to see them all flustered, which is pretty much the main reason why he does it).

Moonjumper’s very well-known for gifting things to his S/O! Sometimes with bouquets of flowers, but other times he’ll make his gifts by hand! He’ll dedicate his free time time to make all sorts of blankets, clothing items, plushies, and pillows for his beloved! And another cute detail, most of these gifts follow a heart or star motif and/or are in S/O’s favorite color(s). Sometimes he’ll even embroider sweet little messages into these hand-made gifts, phrases like “To my precious star, the forever light of my afterlife~” or “To my darling sweetheart, who is, without a doubt, the sweetest thing of all!~” in pretty cursive embroidery.

Snatcher also gets his S/O gifts! Though he usually doesn’t give them flowers often, and he’s not as good with actually making things like Moonjumper does, he still does give them gifts from time to time (at first, he says it’s only because they “Did so well on their contracts”, but he’ll eventually admit it and just give them gifts outright). Sometimes the gift will be a book; not about law, surprisingly, but whatever genre or hobby S/O is into. Other times, they’ll be articles of clothing that Snatcher thinks would look nice on them! Some just are regular pieces of clothing, other times they’re a combination of purple and yellow, with a certain someone’s signature grin printed on there somewhere (call him an egotist if you want, it’s not gonna stop him from grinning so smugly).

Moonjumper is an absolute sap with nicknames. He’ll be sure to call S/O all the sweetest, gushiest, fluffiest nicknames he can think of, switching them up every now and then to see which one they liked being call the most! (Honestly, he might have a whole list at this point) Of course, there’s his usual go-to: “my lady/lord”, “my darling”, “my love”, “sweetheart” and so on. But other times he might use rarer nicknames like “my precious/glittering star”, “angel”, “dear/dearest”, “my jewel/gem”, “my flower”, “mon amour”, etc. But the rarest nickname of all for him to use is calling them “my princess/prince” or “my queen/king”, as he only uses it during their more heartfelt moments together, showing just how much he trusts them.

Snatcher rarely uses nicknames, claiming that they’re “too sappy/affection for his tastes”, so he only uses the occasional “darling”, “sweetheart”, etc. But, once they get further into the relationship, and/or if they ask nicely, Snatcher will surprise his S/O with more embarrassing nicknames, like “buttercup” or “pumpkin”, just to see how much he can make them blush. Basically, Snatcher can go from being fancy and calling them “my darling” to doing a complete 180 and calling them “toots” while doing finger guns. Maybe he’s aware of how cheesy it is, but he thinks it’s well worth it to see his S/O blushing and hear their adorable giggles!

Moonjumper tries to pull out all the stops when he takes S/O out on a date, dressing fancily and trying his best to impress them, maybe even ask them for a dance. But if S/O prefers something more easy-going, he’s more than happy to set up a romantic picnic, just for the two of them! Now does this means he still doesn’t try to impress them? Absolutely not, as he rehearses in the mirror every time before they go out on a date, wanting to make sure he a true gentleman when said date arrives. If S/O comments on this, however, saying that he doesn’t need to impress them so much, as he’s already impressive, they’d better prepare for him to be an absolute lovestruck sap for the rest of the night.

Snatcher is, surprisingly, very nervous when it comes to asking his S/Os out on dates, even after the fact that they’re already a couple. He always grooms himself before going out, making sure he looks his best, wearing a fancy tux and maybe even a tie/bowtie and top hat to match! He tries boosting up his confidence beforehand (he’s the King of Subcon, after all!), but once he sees his S/O in their date outfit, whether it be overly fancy or not, all of that goes out the window and he’s a blushing and nervous wreck the whole time. He tries hiding this by doing fancy gestures for S/O, locking arms or holding hands with them, opening doors and pushing in chairs for them, but out of the corner of their eye they’ll catch him taking a nervous gulp he doesn’t need, fidgeting and adjusting his tie/bowtie or suit, tapping his claws, and tugging at his suit collar. He can’t help it, and he finds himself getting distracted by how beautiful they are.

Now, let’s say S/O finds themselves in a particularly gloomy or not-so-good mood? Believe me, Moonjumper will notice, and he will immediately ask them wants wrong. And before they can even blink, Moon makes them and pillow fort with all the fluffiest blankets he could grab, offering them a warm, cozy seat and some tea so they can de-stress and relax. He holds them close in his arms, listening to them intently if there’s something wrong, and comforts them all night long, reassuring them that he loves them and that he’s there for them. Whether it be anxiety, depression, or anything else, he’ll make sure to let them know that he’s here, he loves them, and he promises he’s not going anywhere.

When S/O is in a less than happy mood around Snatcher? Snatcher also notices, although it takes him awhile to bring it up, worried that they might not want to talk about it. Of course, at first he semi-jokes by saying “Alright. Who’s soul do I have to steal for you?” and things of a similar nature, but eventually he’ll turn serious and bring them up onto his lap, snapping his fingers to wrap them up in a cozy blanket with a nice, warm mug of hot cocoa/coffee/tea suddenly in their hands. He lets them use his floof like a pillow, being less tsundere and more cuddly than usual, letting them talk it out if they want to. Snatcher makes sure to let them know that he really, truly does love them (even if, and he’ll admit it for once, he acts like a giant “soon-deh-ray” most of the time) and cares about their happiness and well-being. And if comforting them means swallowing his pride, then he won’t have to think twice before making that decision, because they are his all, his everything, and he wouldn’t give them up for anyone else in the world.

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art-in-the-sunlight · 4 years

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Assistant, Scholar, Son

By @art-in-the-sunlight for @alicecasch in the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Tony Stark & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Ned Leeds & Michelle Jones, Tony Stark & James Rhodes, Tony Stark & Happy Hogan

Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, James Rhodes, Happy Hogan, Jim Mortia, Roger Harrington, Mr. Delmar

Summary: “Historical/Old Fashioned AU” and “Tony is Peter’s teacher.” I’d really love to see small moments where Tony realizes that he loves Peter (like that “oh. Oh” moment in fics, but make it platonic). Also, could you include a scene where they’re both looking at the stars/at a sunset/sunrise? (Just, give me pretty skies and I’ll squeal happily for hours basically). Also I love when MJ and Ned have to interact with Tony bc Peter’s being a dumbass and they’re concerned friends.

Its the 1900s. Ned gets sick, and in order to help pay the doctor fees, Peter looks for a job. He comes across James Rhodes, who believes his best friend Tony Stark is in need of an assistant. But does he really need an assistant? Or something more?

…okay so I swear I intended this to be around 2000-3000 words. I don’t know how it ended up at 5700 words with a few time gaps. I had a lot of fun planning and writing this out, and I hope you enjoy it :)

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Peter paced worriedly outside of the orphanage boy’s bedrooms. He shared a worried glance with MJ, who was sitting with her head in her hands nearby.

“He’s never stayed this long, MJ.” Peter muttered under his breath, clearly stressed. “What- Do you think-”

“I don’t know Peter.” MJ responded. She raised her head out of her hands and looked at Peter.

“I-” Peter started, but he was interrupted by the door opening. The orphanage Director, Roger Harrington and Doctor Morita stepped out.

Doctor Morita was talking to the Director. “He’s still hanging in there, but he’s going to need doses more frequently. I recommend a spoonful daily, before breakfast.”

Director Harrington nodded solemnly. “Thanks for the help, Doctor.” He handed Doctor Morita a pouch full of coins, and then showed the Doctor out.

Peter and MJ went into the room. In the furthest bed lay their best friend, Ned Leeds. He was fast asleep, presumably from the medicine the Doctor gave him. Peter sat down next to Ned and took his hand. “Ned,” Peter said, his voice wavering slightly. “You gotta fight this. I know you can do it.”

MJ replaced the hot, damp cloth on Ned’s forehead with a cool one. “That’s right, loser. Peter would fall apart without you.”

“Hey!” Peter said indignantly.

MJ leveled Peter with a look.

Peter sighed, knowing it was true.

Director Harrington walked back into the room. “Peter, MJ, I know you guys want to stay with Ned but he needs to rest now.”

“How is he?” MJ inquired.

“Doc says he’s going to need daily doses of medicine. We’re barely able to cover the costs of medicine as it is.” The director sat down on the bed next to Ned’s.

“I can get another job?” said Peter. “Mr. Delmar only needs me in the evenings when he’s cleaning and closing up the shop. I could get the other kids, Abe and Jason to help with my chores!”

“I could help too,” interjected MJ. “Mrs. Daly’s been asking if I can stay longer, and work more days in her shop.”

Director Harrington sighed. “If you can convince Abe and Jason to cover your chores, go ahead.” He stood up. “You two need to take care of yourselves, no overworking alright? You’re no help to Ned if you get sick.” Director Harrington pulled them in for a side hug. “It’ll be alright, kiddos. Ned will recover. Have some faith, alright?”

MJ and Peter nodded, and held onto each other tightly. Ned had to get better. He would.

~ ~ ~

The next day, Peter was at the market looking for a job. He asked the local farmers, fishermen, barbers, even blacksmiths and butchers, but they all turned him away due to inexperience or because he wasn’t able to commit to a full time job. (Mr. Delmar was kind to Peter, almost like an uncle, and he let Peter take home half the shop’s tips to take care of Ned. Peter wasn’t going to give it up).

After getting rejected by the bookmaker (he had taken one look at Peter’s worn down clothing and turned away) Peter began to slowly walk out. He rarely got the opportunity to read anymore and he figured a few minutes wouldn’t hurt. Peter wandered into the science section, and quietly pulled The Scientific Revolution: Wave Theory of Light by Stark, Anthony off the shelf.

It was then he overheard two men across the book maker’s shop talking.

“And it’s not like Stark at all to send us on a wild goose chase?” Huffed the first man, clearly annoyed.

“Just keep looking. Tones said the book was here.” said the second man. He dressed in an army uniform, and had several medals hanging on his jacket.

“What was the name of the book?”

The army man pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. “The Revolution in Science, by Rupert A. Hall.”

Peter looked up from this book, at the shelf. The Revolution in Science, by Rupert A. Hall sat right in front of him.

Peter picked up the book and made his way over to the men. “Uh, excuse me sir? I couldn’t help overhearing that you were looking for this book?”

The army man took the book and read the spine. “The Revolution in Science, by Rupert A. Hall. Huh, thanks kiddo.” He handed the book to the second man, who went to pay for it, before studying Peter. “What’s your name, son? How well can you read?”

“I’m Peter. I can read fairly well and I can get through most books, sir”

“That’s impressive, Peter. Who taught you?”

“My parents, Ben and Mary Parker, taught me the basics, sir. They were scientists.”

“The Parkers.” The army man turned to the second man, who had just returned, book in hand. “Didn’t Tones work with them a few times?”

The second man shrugged.

“I heard they died a few years ago.” The army man said, not unkindly. He waited to see Peter nod before continuing. “I’m sorry for your loss. You must be looking for work?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Come with me. My friend needs an assistant. I can’t promise anything but an opportunity. You’ll have to work hard, but if you take after your parents, you should be fine.”

“I… wow thank you sir!” Peter put his book The Scientific Revolution: Wave Theory of Light back on the shelf followed the army man to a carriage waiting outside the shop.

“It’s Colonel Rhodes.” The Colonel gestured to the second man who was prepping the horses to travel. “That’s Happy. He’s Tones’ carriage driver.”

“He doesn’t seem very happy, for someone named Happy.” Peter mused. Colonel Rhodes snorted in amusement, before climbing into the carriage with Peter.

~ ~ ~

Half an hour later, Peter was following Colonel Rhodes into the largest mansion - if it could even be called that - he had seen in his entire life. Peter struggled not to gape as they walked into the hall. The ceiling was twice as high as a normal house, and that was just the first floor. Fancy paintings and sculpture tastefully lined the walls. Peter was almost scared of touching anything, lest it break.

“Rhodeybear! You’re back!” Peter looked forward and saw a man quickly descend from the grand staircase towards them.

“Wait- did you mean Mr. Stark as in The physicist Stark? The Mr. Stark who is single handedly revolutionizing the field of physics and mathematics? That Mr. Stark?” Peter hissed worriedly under his voice.

Colonel Rhodes put a hand on Peter’s shoulder to reassure him. “Hey Tones! How have you been doing?”

Mr. Stark looked sad for a moment. “Uh, nevermind about that.” He spotted Peter. “Who is this? He isn’t mine, is he?” Tony joked, studying Peter. Peter felt as if he was under a microscope. He was all too aware of the large gap in social status. Peter Parker, the orphan, and Tony Stark, one of the richest men in the entire known world.

Colonel Rhodes clapped Peter on the back. “I hope not. This is Parkers’ kid, Peter. I was thinking, since Pepper returned to her brother’s you could use an assistant.”

“And you brought me a child? No, no, nope. Rhodey, you know I don’t do kids.” Mr. Stark turned away and headed down the hallway, to the kitchen.

Colonel Rhodes followed him, pulling Peter. “Tony, you know I leave for the army tomorrow. You’re going to need someone around.”

“I have Happy.”

“Happy’s only here on weekends, and an hour on weekdays.”

Mr. Stark and Colonel Rhodes stared down at each other across a table. Peter uncomfortably shifted on his feet, wishing he was anywhere else but there.

After almost a minute, Mr. Stark looked away. “Fine, only for you, Rhodeybear.”

“Thank you, Tony. I think you guys might get along. He was reading your book when I found him.”

“Oh?” Mr. Stark turned towards Peter, curious. “What did you think?”

“Um, I didn’t understand all of it - but the parts that I did I thought it was really interesting! I tried replicating some of the experiments, the one where you observe the color spectrum in the shadow of a slit of paper with my friends but we weren’t able to get the right measurements.”

“What materials were you using?”

“Um, just some paper from my Director at the orphanage? We used a knife to make the slit, and an open window for the light source.”

Mr. Stark shook his head. “You need more sophisticated tools. The slit should be less than a tenth of a millimeter, and most knives are about 3 to 6 millimeters wide.”

Peter looked thoughtful. “Would a needle work? The tip is much smaller than a knife, but I’m not sure if it’s less than a tenth of a millimeter.”

“It’s much closer, and I suppose you might be able to get the right size.” Tony mused. You’d have to consider the type of paper and thickness as well…”

Beside Peter, Colonel Rhodes gave Mr. Stark a triumphant smile. “See? I knew it would work out.” He turned to Peter. “Can you start tomorrow?”

“Yes sir. I’m available in the morning and afternoon from Mondays to Saturdays, and I’m free all day on Sunday.”

“Sounds good.” replied Mr. Stark. He stepped forward, and shook Peter’s hand. “I look forward to working with you, Peter Parker.”

“Me too, Mr. Stark.”

~ ~ ~

The next morning, Happy arrived in the carriage at the orphanage to pick up Peter. Peter quickly got in the carriage, ignoring the amazed and suspicious glances of the other orphanage kids. In reality, the ride wasn’t too long, but the lack of conversation and Peter’s nerves make the ride seem hours long. Colonel Rhodes wasn’t too clear about Peter’s job description the day before. Peter knew he’s going to help Mr. Stark out with his work, but what exactly that entails, Peter has no idea.

Eventually the carriage pulled to a stop outside Mr. Stark’s mansion. Peter climbed out, thanked Happy for the ride, before walking up to the door and knocking. On the first knock, the door swung open. Peter leaned in. “Uh, hello? Mr. Stark?”

Presumably Mr. Stark called out a reply, but it’s muffled. Peter cautiously entered, wiped his shoes and made his way over to where the voice came from. He ends up in the kitchen, and spots Tony putting away a half empty bottle of alcohol.

Hearing Peter come in, Tony glanced behind. “Hey kiddo.”

“Hello Mr. Stark.”

“Rhodey just left for the army yesterday, along with a good portion of my bourbon. I suppose I’ll have to replenish my stash.” Mr. Stark turned around, and studied Peter. “You’re in dire need of a wardrobe upgrade. Systemic, top to bottom, 100 point restoration. I’ll have Happy call someone for this Sunday.”

Mr. Stark spun on his heel and left the kitchen, waving for Peter to follow him. “When did your interest in science start?”

“When I was younger, before my parents passed, they used to show me their blueprints and sketches. Part of their research was working on steam trains and railways. They used to dream about travelling from one side of the country to the hour in a matter of hours. I know it was purely theoretical, and we’re decades or even centuries off from it actually happening but the idea of travelling at that speed is fascinating!”

Mr. Stark stopped in front of a closed door. He placed a hand on the door knob and then turned to Peter. “It may not be as far away as you think.” said Mr. Stark with a smile, before opening the door.

“Woah…” Peter slowly entered the room, completely in awe. The walls were covered in blueprints, sketches and calculations. Peter recognized the sketches on the wall on the left from Mr. Stark’s book on Wave theory of light. The far wall had various sketches of an engine, from multiple angles. In the center was the steam train sketch that his parents had shown him.

Tony walked over to the far wall, and took one of the sketches off the wall. “Several years ago, I worked on his version of the steam train with your parents.” He handed Peter the sketch.

“This-this is the same one they showed me. How-” Peter traces his parents signatures on the bottom right.

“I only worked on one steam train project with your parents. They had their hearts set on this project. It was like they could already see it, the finished product functioning. Sadly they passed away before we could start any of the actual buildings. Somehow it felt wrong to build it without them.” Mr. Stark gazed at the sketches, with an emotion Peter couldn’t quite pin down. “So I improved their systems, made them more efficient and worked on other projects.”

“Like your book?”

“Yes. Among other things.” Tony turned to face Peter. “How do you feel about following in your parents’ footsteps? I think it’s about time Mary and Richard’s dreams start coming true.”

“I…” tears threatened to fall from Peter’s eyes.

“You don’t have to decide now.”

“No! I’d love to work on the steam engine. I just never imagined in my wildest dreams I would be able too.”

“Well, it is going to be a lot of work. You’re going to need some formal education in physics, chemistry and engineering.”

Peter nodded eagerly. “I can do it!”

Mr. Stark laughed. “Alright, Underoos. Let’s turn you into a proper student. You’re in dire need of supplies. Textbooks, chalkboards, and wardrobe upgrade. Systemic, top to bottom, 100 point restoration. I’ll arrange something with Happy. For now, let’s see where you’re at…”

Mr. Stark and Peter spent the rest of the day pouring over textbooks together in the workshop. Mr. Stark quizzed Peter on the topics he was familiar with until he had a good idea of where Peter was, academically. Then Mr. Stark started filling in the gaps and teaching him the new material that Peter had missed. Peter lost track of time. It had been far too long since Peter had a mentor, someone who had the same passion for physics and someone who he could bounce theories and questions off.

Before he knew it, the sun was approaching the horizon, and it was time for Peter to leave for his second job with Mr. Delmar. Tony stood at the door to his mansion, and waved Peter off with a nostalgic, yet content look on his face.

Peter beamed at him, practically bouncing on his toes. For a strange moment, Peter felt the urge to hug Mr. Stark, the way he would hug MJ or Ned, or even his parents before leaving them. Peter shook off the feeling. Mr. Stark was just his employer… right? Somehow, after the day they had, ‘employer’ didn’t quite fit. Peter gave Mr. Stark one last wave before getting into the carriage with Happy.

~ ~ ~

When Peter arrived back at the orphanage later that night, Ned was waiting for him near his bunk bed.

“Peter! How did it go? I can’t believe you actually got to work with the Mr. Stark! This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me!” exclaimed Ned. He was sitting at the corner of the bed next to Peter’s. His eyes were a little red and there was a faint glimmer of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were focused. It was the best Peter had seen him in a few days.

“It was amazing Ned!” replied Peter with equal enthusiasm. He kicked off his shoes and stood on his bed, bouncing lightly. “He showed me his workshop - you won’t believe it. He has so many projects! He’s done so much more on the Wave Theory of Light! And remember that project that I told you that my parents were working on? The steam train idea? It turns out he was working on it with my parents!”

“Dude that is so amazing! I-”

Hearing the commotion, Director Harrington walked into the room. “Hey! Kids, it’s night time! Settle down. Peter, get off your bed and go wash up. Ned, you need to get some rest.”

“But Peter just got back -”

“I wanna talk to Ned -”

Director Harrington held up his hand, and they fell silent. “I know you’re excited to see each other and talk about Peter’s job. Believe me, I know. But the youngest kids are already asleep, and the rest are getting ready for bed.”

Peter looked around, and saw the younger kids already curled up under their blankets. Reluctantly they nodded, and Director Harrington left.

Peter got down from his bed, as Ned got up. They shared a warm hug, and Peter gently rested his head on the side of Ned’s. He could feel Ned’s heartbeat faintly, and something in him, a weight that had been following him around marginally relaxed. Ned was okay. Everything was going to be okay.

“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow, okay? Mr. Stark’s really amazing.” Peter whispered to Ned as he pulled away.

“I can’t wait! Good night Peter.” Ned whispered back.

“Good night Ned.”

Ned walked back to his bunk, and Peter quietly grabbed his pajamas and tiptoed out of the room to clean up before sleep.

~ ~ ~

The rest of the week passed similarly. Peter wakes up before sunrise, quickly eats and does as many of his chores around the orphanage as he can before Happy arrives. Then, he goes to study with Mr. Stark and work on the steam train plans for the rest of the day. Just before supper, Peter goes to Mr. Delmar’s to help serve food and clean up. Afterward, he walks back to the orphanage in the night, manages to tell MJ and Ned a few quiet, exhausted yet ecstatic words about his time with Mr. Stark before Director Harrington sends them to bed. Every night, Peter falls asleep before his head hits the pillow.

~ ~ ~

On Sunday, Peter woke up at the crack of dawn. He quickly ate, did his morning chores, waved MJ off as usual (with the promise of telling her everything when he got back) and jumped into the carriage with Happy.

Unlike usual, when Peter reached the mansion, Mr. Stark was impatiently waiting at the door.

Peter jumped out of the carriage, excitement shining on his face. “Good morning Mr. Stark! I can’t wait to get started again!”

“Uh uh. Not in those clothes, you’re not. You got a pass these past few days, but today if you’re going to be a scholar, you need to look the part and have the right materials, Underoos.”

Peter stopped in his tracks. “Um…”

Without missing a beat, Mr. Stark draped an arm over Peter’s shoulders and directed him back into the carriage. “We’re going shopping.”

“Shopping?” echoed Peter, a little bewildered.

~ ~ ~

Half an hour later, Mr. Stark, Peter and Happy were standing in a tailor’s shop. The tailor took a few measurements, and then handed Peter a dress shirt and pants, before directing him to a room at the back of the shop “Go try these on. They should be a close fit.”

Peter looked at the clothes. It wasn’t the same quality suits that Mr. Stark normally wore, but it was far above Peter’s regular clothes.

“Mr. Stark I couldn’t-”

Mr. Stark shook his head. “Uh uh. If you think I’m going to tinker around with my inventions and current research in those, you are mistaken, Underoos. Now try them on, let’s see.”

Peter walked into the back room and gulped nervously. He could pay for half a month’s worth of medicine with the dress shirt alone. Peter carefully put the dress shirt and pants on. Just as the tailor predicted, the pants and shirt fit nearly perfectly.

Outside, Mr. Stark was arguing, or maybe bantering with Happy, but the moment the door opened they both fell silent.

Happy huffed, turned to Mr. Stark and said, “I told you, he could’ve been your twin.” Mr. Stark muttered something back to Happy, who then left.

Mr. Stark turned to Peter before nodding. “Much better.”

“Um, is this really okay?” Peter looked up at Tony hesitantly. “I mean…”

Mr. Stark waved the question away. “I told you yesterday, Underoos. 100 point restoration. We’ll make a scholar of you yet.” Mr. Stark turned to the tailor. “We’ll order 3 pairs of dress shirts and pants, in addition to these.”

“Three pairs?!” Peter’s incredulous tone echoed around the shop.

Mr. Stark turned around, heading after Happy. “Come on, kiddo. We have a couple more stops.”

Peter dutifully followed Mr. Stark out, into another shop.

~ ~ ~

By the end of the morning, Peter had gotten a pair of new clothes, a new pencil case, box of pencils, a box of chalk, a few slates and a school bag. They were about to leave, when a salesman stepped in front of Mr. Stark.

“Hello good sir! Might I interest you and your son in some fashionable hats?”

“S-son?” Peter squeaked, turning red. Distantly, he heard Mr. Stark chuckle in amusement.

The salesman picked a curved, pencil grey hat and placed it on Peter’s head. It fell down, covering his eyes.

“Hmm, perhaps something smaller.” In a flash, the salesman took the hat off Peter’s head, and grabbed a slightly smaller black hat with a ribbon around it.

Peter ducked out of the way before the salesman could put it on his head. “I-I really don’t think -” Stuttered Peter, clearly flustered by the misinterpretation.

Suddenly, Peter felt a hand on his back, nudging him forward. Peter’s head snapped to Mr. Stark. “My son and I think that’s a wonderful idea.” said Tony, grinning ear to ear.

Peter turned beet red.

“Let’s try the small black newport hat, at the back.” Suggested Mr. Stark.

“A wonderful choice sir!” The salesman handed the hat to Mr. Stark, who gently placed it on Peter’s head. The salesman held up a mirror for Peter to see.

Peter stared at himself. The newport hat complimented his dress shirt well. He looked… different, but in a good way. Smart, more sophisticated, perhaps. Peter stood up straighter, and turned his head to the side, almost mesmerized. A small bit of his curly brown hair poked out from under his hat. Peter tucked it back in, and looked at Mr. Stark. “I like it.”

Mr. Stark agreed. “It suits you.” He turned to the salesman. “We’ll get it.”

A few minutes later, Mr. Stark and Peter were walking back to the carriage where Happy was waiting with his new newport hat. Peter climbed into the carriage after Mr. Stark, took off his hat and stared at it contemplatively.

The carriage started moving. Mr. Stark nudged Peter gently with his elbow. “You’re kinda quiet, Underoos. Everything okay?”

Peter nodded.

“I hope I didn’t bother you with the ‘my son’ comment?” Mr. Stark said it jokingly, but Peter could tell it was a genuine question.

“No no, it’s - that was fine. It just surprised me.” Peter looked up at Mr. Stark and gave him a smile.

“So what’s up then? If the last day is anything to go by, normally you’d be chatting away.”

Peter shrugged. “It’s just a lot.” He held up the hat and his bag, full of school supplies. “This used to be my life, before my parents… Before the orphanage. It’s just bringing back memories, I guess.”

The carriage wheel went over a rock, and Mr. Stark grabbed Peter’s shoulder to steady him. For the longest moment, they were silent, before Mr. Stark spoke up. “I get it, you know? I lost my parents too. Granted, I was older and the situation was drastically different…” Mr. Stark cleared his throat. “My mom, she was a pianist. She had this way of playing, that was so graceful, so… warm. We were never good at communicating, except when we were playing on the piano. It was like the music would speak for us, in our special language.”

“After she passed, I couldn’t barely look at the piano. I boarded up the room, and nearly threw the key away. It wasn’t until about three years ago that Pepper, my uh, friend convinced me to open the room. I thought it was a bad idea. I thought all that hurt would come flooding back. And some of it did, but along with it…”

Peter nodded in understanding. “Yea. It’s like you got a small piece of them back.”

“Yea, something like that.”

The carriage came to a stop abruptly, ending the moment. Peter stuck his head out the side, and realized that they’re already back at the mansion. Mr. Stark and Peter climbed out and headed inside.

“How about some lunch?” suggested Mr. Stark. Peter agrees, and then turns red when his stomach growls audibly. Mr. Stark laughed not unkindly, ruffled Peter’s hair and then went to the kitchen. Peter followed him, still red, but smiling.

Mr. Stark and Peter resumed working in the workshop. It’s equally as studious as the day before, except there’s an air of familiarity that wasn’t there before. Just like yesterday, Peter’s attention was consumed by his excitement to learn, and he doesn’t notice the time fly by, until it’s approaching sunset. Mr. Stark asked Peter if he had to leave, but it’s Peter’s day off from Mr. Delmar, so he says no. Mr. Stark turns on a few oil lamps and they continue working into the night.

~ ~ ~

Eventually Mr. Stark straightens up and stretches. There’s a few quiet cracks, at which Peter snorted, before looking outside, noticing that it’s already dark and the stars are out.”

“I should probably get back soon.”

(Tony follows Peter’s line of sight until he’s looking outside at the night sky with Peter. Tony looks back at Peter. His face is peaceful, slightly sleepy, and in the dim lighting Tony can see part of the night sky reflected in Peter’s eyes. He feels a surge of protectiveness, and affection..? Tony shakes the feeling off, and an idea suddenly comes to him.)

Peter followed Mr. Stark upstairs, and watched curiously as he pulled a large cloth off… a telescope. “Woah… can I, Mr. Stark?”

Mr. Stark arranged the telescope, and fiddled with the knobs for a moment before stepping away and looking at Peter. “Go ahead, kid.”

Peter steps closer to the telescope and peered inside. “Woah…” Peter turned to Mr. Stark. “This is amazing Mr. Stark!” Peter peered back into the telescope, still in awe of the beautiful sight. He felt Mr. Stark lay his arm across Peter’s shoulders. The warmth of his arm was nice in the cold night.

(Peter stared up at him with complete awe and eagerness. That feeling from earlier comes back, ten fold. It tells him to protect Peter, to keep him safe, warm and happy. It compels Tony to step closer and lay his arm over Peter’s shoulders. He feels Peter lean slightly into the half side hug and -

oh.

Oh.

It’s love.

He loves Peter.

Tony loves Peter, as if he were his own son. The revelation rocks his world. When did this happen? Why now? What is he supposed to do?)

Unknown to Mr. Stark’s world shattering revelation, Peter shivered and sniffed in the cold air, before straightening up and fully leaning into Mr. Stark’s side. “‘ts cold.”

“Yea.” Mr. Stark exhaled. “Let’s get you home, Underoos.”

Peter nodded, and allowed Mr. Stark to lead him back inside and wrap one of his coats around Peter. He called for Happy, who came with the carriage. This time, before Peter gets in the carriage, Mr. Stark wraps him a hug, before entering the carriage with Peter. Sleepy and cold, Peter pulls Mr. Stark’s coat around himself tightly. The last thing he remembers was resting his head on Mr. Stark’s shoulder, the sensation of an arm wrapping around him keeping him warm and falling asleep.

~ ~ ~

When Peter woke up the next day, he felt awful. His head throbbed, this throat felt like sandpaper and he felt like he was freezing. Peter cracked an eye open, and painful bright light sears through his brain. Peter cries out in pain and shuts his eyes.

Hearing Peter, Director Harrington walked over. “Hey Peter, it’s time to get up.” When Peter didn’t move, Director Harrington frowned. (It was uncharacteristic of Peter not to be awake by now). He laid a hand over Peter’s head, and sweared under his breath when he felt Peter’s boiling forehead.

“What’s wrong with him?” MJ worriedly inquires from behind the Director. He quickly turned around and saw her and Ned.

“He’s sick. I think it’s just because he’s been pushing himself so hard this past week. Honestly, I was expecting this to happen days ago.” Director Harrington stood up. “He’ll be alright. He just needs rest. I’ll send a message to Mr. Stark telling him Peter won’t be able to attend for a few days.”

MJ nods. She knows what she has to do.

~ ~ ~

After MJ’s shift finished, she made her way to Mr. Stark’s mansion. Steeling her nerves, she firmly knocked on the door and waited. One minute, two minutes… just when MJ thought was wouldn’t get an answer, Mr. Stark opened the door.

He frowned. “Do I know you?”

“I’m here about Peter.”

“Come in.” Mr. Stark stepped out of the way, welcoming MJ inside. “Is he okay?”

MJ looked around the mansion. Part of her admires it; everything looked so elegant. Part of her critiqued it, wondering how it was built, and how the Stark family inherited their fortune.

“Peter’s sick. He’s been overworking himself, with everything he needs to do at the orphanage, with you and Mr. Delmar.” MJ explains. “He’s been going to sleep really late, and forcing himself to wake up before sunrise, and he’s on his feet pretty much the entire day.”

In a single moment, it looked as if Mr. Stark aged years. The wrinkles in his face stood out, and he looked worried. Extremely worried. MJ knew that Peter was attached to Mr. Stark (what science nerd wouldn’t be), but she didn’t expect that Mr. Stark would reciprocate the sentiment equally.

Mr. Stark took a moment, but eventually he composed himself. “Thank you for telling me. Are you headed back to the orphanage?”

“Yea.”

“I’ll give you a ride back.” Mr. Stark left to call Happy, completely missing MJ’s surprised expression.

Mr. Stark comes back a few minutes later, with his coat. “I’ll head back with you. It seems like I need to have a few words with Peter, about responsibility.”

MJ would’ve been worried, if Mr. Stark hadn’t sounded so… parental. Not for the first time, MJ wondered what exactly had they done, for Peter and Mr. Stark to feel so strongly for the other in such a short time. Instead, she just nodded.

“Why is he overworking himself?”

MJ’s mouth went dry, and she looked away at her feet. So Peter hadn’t told Mr. Stark then. “Our friend, Ned - he’s sick. Like really sick.” She quickly glanced at Mr. Stark. He looked contemplative. “Director Harrington is doing what he can, but the doctor visits and the medicine - it’s really expensive. Peter and I are paying for most of it.”

Although Mr. Stark didn’t say anything, MJ can practically hear him understanding. Peter always puts the needs of his loved ones above himself, and they both know it.

Happy arrived with the carriage in front. They climbed in and headed for the orphanage.

~ ~ ~

Peter’s awareness came back, and he felt the bed sink down on his left. At the edge of unconsciousness and in pain, Peter whimpers unintelligibly and tries to stick his head under the blanket.

Suddenly, there was a hand softly brushing through his hair and rubbing at his scalp. His headache began to ease up for the first time, and Peter cracked his eyes open. There was a blurry figure that looked awfully familiar sitting on his bed.

“Hey Underoos. How are you feeling?” Mr. Stark asked softly.

Peter closed his eyes, and tilted his head towards Mr. Stark’s hand, silently asking for him to continue.

Above him, Peter heard Mr. Stark chuckled. “Peter, it’s dinner time. You need to eat.”

With a groan Peter opened his eyes again, this time fully. It takes a moment, but his vision focuses. Mr. Stark helped Peter sit up, and then held out a bowl of soup with a spoon. Peter held his palms flat against the bowl, and let the steam rise against his face, trying to absorb the heat.

“Kiddo, you’re supposed to eat it.”

Peter grumbled, but picked up the spoon and began slowly eating.

Mr. Stark waited for Peter to finish half of his soup before speaking up, his tone gentle. “Peter, you were seriously overworking yourself.”

Peter swallowed his soup, and then responded, “Ned needs the money. He’s-”

“- sick, I know. MJ told me.” The surprise must’ve shown on his face because Mr. Stark elaborated. “She came to see me earlier today, to tell me that you were working yourself sick trying to pay for Ned’s medicine.”

Peter opened his mouth to defend his actions, but Mr. Stark interrupted him. “Underoos, why didn’t you tell me?” He chided, gently. “I would’ve helped you.”

“I - really?” Peter looked at Mr. Stark in hope.

Tony nodded. “Anything, Peter.”

Peter put the soup aside, leaned over and hugged Mr. Stark tightly. “Thank you so much, Mr. Stark. You have no idea - it means so much to me.”

“Anything, Peter. Although you have to concentrate on getting better, and taking care of yourself. I don’t want to hear that you’re sick and refined to bed for days, geez. I nearly got a heart attack when I received the message this morning.”

Peter laughs weakly. Mr. Stark handed him back the soup, and sat with Peter as he finished it. When Peter’s done, Mr. Stark takes the bowl, and helps Peter crawl back under the covers. Peter rolled onto his side, facing Mr. Stark, and silently asking.

Above him, Peter heard Mr. Stark huff, in amusement. A moment later he felt Mr. Stark’s hand softly brushes through his hair and rubs at his scalp. Peter falls asleep to the sensation.

(When he’s sure Peter’s asleep, Tony leans over Peter, presses a kiss to his forehead and whispers “I love you.”)

The End.

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Party? - P. Parker x O.F.C.

Was totally meant to post this on Halloween but LOL SORRY

Hope you enjoy this, my darlings! I had heaps of fun writing this and exploring the OFC! I’m always a sucker for a little (long) fluffy Petey fic.

- Caz

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

High school was an atrocity of many forms.

The cliques, the bitching, the stress, the finals. But most of all, Flash Thompson.

In a previous life, Flash would have ruled the roost as a self-righteous jock who believed all should bow to him because he could throw a ball 20 yards. In this life, Flash was a brainiac. He used intelligence as if it was his super power, earning him popularity and allowing his vindictive ego to flourish until even the popular kids believed they should bow to him.

In truth, Flash was no more intelligent than any other averagely gifted student at Midtown Science High. His intelligence quivered in the shadow of Peter Parker’s and Flash knew so; hence, sweet, lovable Peter - with his soft puppy eyes and his beautiful brown curls - became a target for Flash’s childish jokes.

The only person who would call Flash out on his bullshit was the one person he was afraid of; his twin sister, Edith.

Edith Thompson. Short, beautiful olive skin, a sarcastic smile that could make anybody flinch, kind eyes, haphazardly chopped brown hair and a bored expression that she often directed towards her brother - who was younger by 16 and a half minutes.

She had often stood up for Peter, showing him and his friends nothing but kindness. Edith was part of the popular clique, and while she enjoyed it, she hated the people. She didn’t hate her brother, but she hated the way he had grown to act in the presence of othersl. In actuality, he was a kind person, empathetic and helpful.

Edith was often known as the mean one in their family, as she rarely allowed somebody to hold something over her. That was evidenced when her uncle told her to focus less on her studies and more on learning to cook. Her uncle no longer allows himself to hold a conversation with Edith anymore, for fear of being ridiculed for his growing misogyny, historic views and all round “douche-baginess”.

But alas, Flash was a man full of secrets, and he used his popularity and viper tongue to disguise his anger and fear of those secrets being found out. As a result, Edith found herself looking out for Peter Parker and his friends.

Peter on the other hand, had no idea why Edith Thompson, one of the popular kids and sister to the head honcho, Flash Thompson, cared enough about his existence to call her brother out.

He admired the woman. He wouldn’t go as far as saying that he had a crush on her - because he knew a popular girl was far above his punching weight - but he did find her to be sweet, generous, beautiful inside and out. He was completely enamored by her.

He also couldn’t deny how his heart slightly skipped a beat when she personally invited him, Ned, Betty and Mj to the Halloween party her brother was holding.

She leaned against his locker one day after class, blocking him from opening it, sending a wolffish grin to himself and the small group of friends that were trailing beside him. As soon as he felt her gaze on him, he blushed uncontrollably.

It only made her grin widen.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite group of smart people,” she drawled. “You busy Halloween night?”

Peter gaped like a fish, confused at the question.

“Well I’m stuck being dragged by my little sister to strangers houses so she can do exactly the opposite of not taking candy from a stranger, so I’m out of whatever you’re planning.” MJ sounded bored with the idea. They got on like a house on fire, and both were happy to call the other a friend. They shared their art class, and the two would often spend the time complaining about anything they could think of.

“We’re going to a haunted house,” Ned chirped, Betty beaming from his side. The two were deeply immersed in the honeymoon stage. It was sickening but also heartwarming to see the two so enamored with one another. Edith couldn’t help but smile as she nodded at his words.

Within milliseconds her eyes were on Peter, watching him all but squirm under her gaze. She quirked an eyebrow at him, waiting for an answer.

None came. She sighed, “Come on Petey. I’m 0 for 3 at the moment. I need somebody to hang out with while my brother and his goons overrun the house with their lame halloween party,” she snatched his hand into hers, holding it in both of her smaller appendages and smiling brightly at him.

He brought his eyes up to hers. He didn’t want to go to the party, but he couldn’t think of any excuse to tell her otherwise. He couldn’t exactly say that he was spending the night on patrol as Spider-Man. Instead he simply said, “Uh, yeah sure. I’m free.”

She pressed a kiss to his knuckles, watching the redness spread to the tips of his ears. “That’s why you’re my favourite - sorry MJ.” She dropped his hand, pulling a piece of paper out of her pocket. On it, was scribbled a number, and an address. “Text me later and i’ll tell you what time.”

She left with a wink, beaming as she walked away. She genuinely enjoyed the company of the four friends, and while she was hoping that more of them would be free to hang out with her, she couldn’t deny the butterflies that flooded her stomach at the thought of Peter coming.

Behind her, Peter watched her figure retreat into the crowd of people, faintly seeing her hand come out and smack her brother on the back of the head as she walked past him.

Ned and MJ were looking at him cautiously, the blush on his skin still not fading. He had said all of 5 words to her, and even then, that was a feat.

“Dude, if you come out of that party having not confessed your intense crush on her, I think I may die from the second hand embarrassment I feel whenever she’s around you,” MJ laughed, rolling her shoulders as if to brush the feeling off. “Honestly, I feel like I need a shower to clean all of your oozing adoration.”

Peter snapped out of his gaze, turning to glare at the woman. “What are you saying? I don’t have a crush on Edith Thompson! She’s Flash’s-“

“Oh my god, we know she is Flash’s sister, but she obviously has a thing for you! She kissed you!” Ned added.

“She kissed my hand!”

“She wanted you to go hang out with her,” Betty interjected, distracted with her phone.

“She wanted all of us to go!”

MJ sighed, “And you’re nervous about hanging out with her.”

Peter groaned loudly, attracting the attention of a few passerby’s as he pulled his locker open a bit too hard. He tried to ignore the sound of the creaking metal. He was definitely nervous. He was excited, but terrified.

“Okay, fine. Maybe I am a little nervous.” He tilted his neck back, lowering his voice as Flash walked past. “She’s Edith. Shes popular and I won’t have any back up!”

Betty looked at Peter with sympathy, feeling sorry for the man. She directed the same look at Ned. Ned’s eyes widened as he realized what exactly Betty was thinking.

With a sigh he turned to his best friend, “What if Betty and I come with you? We can go to the haunted house later.”

Peters protest was met with a flick on the forehead from MJ. “I’ll be there too. Once the demon goes to bed, I’ll escape to your rescue.”

“So you have backup for when you want some alone time with Miss Thompson,” Betty winked at him, smirking at the groan that escaped his lips and the sound of his forehead clanging against a shelf in his locker following by a grumble of pain.

~~~~~

The Thompson house was well kept. Responding in Midtown Manhattan, it was exquisite like the properties flanking it. Walking distance to Central Park, close enough to school that Flash didn’t need to drive, but instead preferred to draw attention in his fathers Audi. Both Edith and Flash had their license, their birthdays a few months before Peter’s, but the elder twin preferred to walk to school or ride her bike.

Peter had never seen the house before. He knew that some people in his class had fancy houses - Liz Allen’s house was evidence enough - but with the way Flash Thompson held himself, Peter thought their house would be a mansion.

The party had begun already. The sight of various of his classmates downing liquid from red cups, grinding against one another, dressed in both elaborate, and barely obvious Halloween costumes.

He felt as if he stuck out like a very sore thumb. He couldn’t think of a costume, so he made the bold decision of wearing his Spider-Man suit, with a basic pair of jeans on top. He forwent the mask, but deeply regretted his decision. As soon as he walked in the door, Flash saw him.

He was sitting on a large lounge, people fawning around him. He was dressed as Frankenstein’s monster.

There were cups set out on the table in front of them, people bouncing quarters off of the table as a drinking game.

Flash smirked at Peter’s arrival. “Hey Penis Parker! Did you get that suit from your Stark Internship?” He mocked. “Should have picked up a Black Widow one-“

Edith smacked him in the back of the head as she walked past the lounge. “Shut it.”

She had decided on a vampire costume, which was really a large band shirt tucked into a leather mini skirt. She had fake blood dripping from her mouth, down her neck, and completed the look with vampire fangs.

She looked divine, but Peter wouldn’t let himself admit it.

She approached him, smiling a toothy welcome, showing the false fangs in the process. “How you doing, Petey? Thanks for coming.”

He struggled to bring his eyes up from her mouth, her smile was enamoring. “No-No problem. Happy to be here.”

She nodded towards the rest of the house, signaling for him to follow. She was wearing black vans, showing her short stature.

“I like your costume. Like a laidback Spider-Man.” She surveyed him young and down, and Peter tried not to shrink under her gaze. The blush was evident. “You look hot.”

“Oh! Um, you too?” He sputtered, eyes wide, more of a question than an admission. Edith simply chuckled, sending him a wink as she led him to the kitchen.

She poured herself a glass of water, preferring to stay sober to make sure Flash didn’t ruin their house. She was raised with expectations of taking care of him when he got himself into trouble, so it was the least she could do to stay on top of his nuisance behavior.

“What’s your poison tonight, peter?” She asked, sipping her own drink. “You getting onto alcohol or are you gonna take the path of the sober loner with me?”

He had always pictured Edith to be a party girl - after all, she was Flash’s sister. “I’m fine with just water, thanks. I don’t drink.”

A few of Flash’s friends made their way to the kitchen, cracking jokes among themselves and eyeing Edith and Peter. The latter did his best to ignore them, feeling more uncomfortable being there by the second, but he was surprised to see Edith looking as out of place as he did.

One of them, a tall, slightly buff man with a 5 o’clock shadow brushed up against her back as he went to get a cup. He eyed peter with a smirk, leaning down to Edith ear. He made no effort to cover his whisper, “When you get sick of this nerdy weasel, you should come find me. I’m happy to show you what a real man is when he disappoints.” The unnamed jock blew a kiss at Peter before slapping Edith harshly on the behind.

Peter stepped forward to punch the asshole, but his chance was taken when Edith grabbed his wrist and put him in a chicken wing hold. The douchebags friends gasped and jeered, watching the 5”3 girl throw their friend against the kitchen counter.

Edith flicked her hair over her shoulder and leaned down to his ear, her vampire fangs shifting her appearance to a more threatening vibe.

“Rule number one of being in my house: don’t ever fucking touch me. Rule number 2: don’t overestimate how much of a good time you can bring to the table, and rule number three,” she turned to look at peter, “A real man doesn’t put his hands on another person, and you are not even half the man Peter is. So keep your hands to yourself, baby.”

She let him go, grabbing her drink and Peter’s arm and rushing out of the kitchen.

“Edith?” He asked, his worry growing the more she pulled him along without a word. He didn’t know where they were going. “Edith, are you okay?”

She dragged him outside, to the backyard specifically. They walked until they reached an old wooden staircase. It led to a treehouse to which the years have not been kind to. Peter was skeptical and didn’t quite trust the wood to hold any weight, let alone that of two people.

She went to drag him up the stairs but he wouldn’t move, pulling her back slightly. “Edith, are you okay? What happened with that guy seemed like it was about more than his disgusting attitude.”

She couldn’t deny how innocently cute peter looked. There was faint lighting, the moon providing most of the source, and the concern in his eyes shone true. It had been the first time he spoke to her all night without hesitance its nervousness lacing his tone. Perhaps it was the first time since they started at school together.

She didn’t particularly want to open up, but out of all people, she desperately wanted to know Peter, and for him to know her. Her feelings for him were too strong.

A soft sigh left her stained lips, “Just... cmon up and I’ll tell you, okay?”

She started walking up the stairs, the creaking of the old wood familiar on her ears.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Peter frowned, brown curls falling over his forehead. “It sounds like it’s going to break any second-“

She turned back to face him, her hair, almost as short as his own, flying around her. “There is nothing wrong with this tree house. If it’s going to break then you can just use your spider detector thingy and let me know.”

“Yeah you have a good point,” he nodded, moving towards the staircase, but then realisation of her words set in. He snapped his head back up her, only to see her walking through the door of the treehouse with a smirk on her face. He took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the exhausted groans that followed each thudding footstep. “What did you just say?”

She had made herself comfortable on a bean bag that looked far more new than the surrounding wood did. Her dainty hand reached across and flicked a switch, and within seconds almost two dozen fairy lights shone in the space.

“Hey MTV, welcome to my crib,” she grinned, dorkish glee in her eyes ignoring the fear on his face. His brows were high, his face pale. “Okay, okay, fine. I notice things, and one of those things, is that you’re a badass superhero.” She was picking at her fingers, suddenly so aware that Peter may be furious at her for finding out his secret.

“What? No! I’m just Peter. I can barely walk without tripping over my own feet, how could I be Spider-Man-“

She sighed loudly, interrupting his rambling. She raised a brow, trying not to smile. “I have an internship with Stark Industries. I’m a lab assistant, getting credit and extra-curricula’s for college apps.” She shook her head. “I got curious as to why I never saw you there, and I asked Tony Stark about you. He said he had never heard of you before.”

“That doesn’t mean that I’m Spider-Man!” He was visibly nervous, shaking hands and gaping mouth. Edith found it adorable. “Tony just works a lot. I don’t work with him all of the time so he wouldn’t remember me over people that are more important-“

“Not to mention that you came to school one day with no glasses, no inhaler, you’re buff as hell, and you’re literally wearing an authentic Spider-Man suit.” She rose from the bean bag, walking close enough that she could press her hand against his chest. His heartbeat was static underneath her palm. “Unless this is like, the best replica ever made, you’re Spider-Man. I’m kind of obsessed with him - well, you.”

“You’re obsessed with me?” He whispered, the smell of her perfume filling his senses.

She lifted her hand to his chin, taking him by surprise before she turned his head slightly to the left. His eyes locked into a wall full of newspapers where the headline focused on a superhero.

“I’ve been documenting since Iron Man came onto the scene in ‘08.” He turned his head back to her, but her eyes were turned down. He could faintly see a pink tinge in the tips of her ears.

He nodded softly, breathing out a heavy inhale. He tried to force his fear to subside, “Okay. You know my secret. I’m Spider-Man.” He stepped around her, careful not to touch her. His feet carried him to the other bean bag. It was a dark blue colour, a contrast against the red one that Edith made her way to. He guessed they were for her and Flash. “So, since were opening up, what’s your secret?”

Her laugh was melodic, her eyes troublesome. “You can’t handle my secrets, Petey.”

“Try me.” He smiled back at her. Her laughter was infectious. “I want to get to know Edith Thompson as more than the girl who led me to a terrifying tree house just to spill my biggest secret to me.”

She snorted, “I’m not sure there’s much more to me than that.” Her fangs were still in, fitting perfectly against her teeth. Her smile was dazzling, and the feel of her dark eyes on his face felt like he was being watched by a thousand eyes. He was starting to like the feeling. “Alright”, she crossed her leg over the other. “Speak the questions that weigh on your mind and I shall answer.”

“That douche in the kitchen...” he trailed off, watching her carefully. She didn’t bat an eyelid.

“Ex-boyfriend. Convinced to date me by Flash, expected to use me for sex, didn’t like that I have a brain in my head, I developed feelings, he cheated on me, the rest is history,” she smiled small. There was an air of unease around her, it was full of fear. She rarely had the chance to talk to people in this way. “That the answer you were looking for?”

He huffed through a smile, leaning forward onto his elbows. Almost all of his previous nerves had dissipated. After all, Edith Thompson was now one of the few people who knew of his own biggest secret. How much worse could things get? “I don’t really know what to expect from you, Edith, so yeah, I guess it will suffice.”

“What do you mean by that?!” Her voice raided in pitch, eyes crinkling with a smile.

“I mean,” he cleared his throat. “You’re an enigma. You’re popular, you’re intelligent, kind, beautiful, you stand up for people-“

“You think I’m beautiful?” She winked at him, watching as a slight blush rose on his cheeks and he stammered through some words once again.

“I, Uh, I just don’t really get why you talk to people like me, when you have so many people clinging to any bit of attention you give them.” He wrung his hands together, nervous for the answer. The thought had been going over his mind for so long.

Edith Thompson was the most popular woman in school. She had many friends, yet she chose to talk to Peter and his band of outcasts friends. He was the butt of all jokes to her twin brother, yet she gave him the time of day.

It was hard for his brain to completely comprehend that he was sitting in an old treehouse, on the Thompson residence, with Edith Thompson.

“I’m not popular,” she laughed softly. She looked almost sad, but the micro-expresssion was quickly hidden by an empty gaze and the same smile she had plastered on her face since they sat down. “I’m surrounded by people who want to be friends with my brother. I stick around him out of obligation, not desire.” She looked out the small window that was next to them. Of all the things on the property, the treehouse was the most normal. Edith and Flash had built it with their father when they were younger, and Edith got her wish for it to be as average as possible. “I love my brother, but living in his shadow is lonely. You and your friends are the only people who actually go out of their way to talk to me about more than my brother.”

“Then why don’t you just ditch him? His friends are all assholes anyways. Come join the cool club,” the joke inflated his confidence and he found himself winking before he could stop himself.

She snorted, leaning forward slightly. There was something about peter that made her want to open up. He was kind, inside and out.

“If only it were that simple,” she replied, allowing the vague response to linger in Peter’s mind. “Besides, if I weren’t around him, then I wouldn’t be able to smack him every time he’s a dick to you.”

There was a pregnant silence. It was then that the reality of the situation set in. He was at the house of the person who bullied him constantly. The sister of his bully was sitting in front of him, knowing his biggest secret and had confessed a need to defend him whenever her brother was a dick to him. Shame visibly washed over him.

He hung his head. “Y’know, you don’t have to do that.” He focused on a splintering piece of wood on the wall. Despite the damage it still looked stable. “I can defend myself.”

Edith furrowed her brows, “I-I didn’t mean to offend you, Petey. I didn’t mean to say that I was protecting you, it’s just, I know that Eugene is my responsibility to keep in line is all.” In the middle of her sentence she had stretched her body over the gap between them to lay her hand on Peter’s arm to reassure him. “It’s not the first time he has scared somebody away from me.”

“You won’t scare me away,” he smiled at her, almost sadly. “If anything, I would scare you away. I don’t have many friends outside of my little group.”

Friend. The word stuck in her mind, taunting her. She had thought her feelings were obvious to peter. She had constantly felt the need to make sure he was okay, and she routinely protected him from her douche of a brother. She was absolutely smitten with him, and she had been for a long time.

“When Eugene and I were younger, my mother told me that I need to look out for him. He tends to get himself in to trouble out of a constant need for validation. It’s been like that when our dad moved out, but dad tends to favour Eugene because he is doing well in school and has become popular.” Peter’s eyes widened. He had no idea that the Thompson parents were separated let alone that Flash had underlying triggers for his behaviour. Edith raised hair hands, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not excusing him at all. He’s an asshole and that’s the bottom line, but... I don’t know. I just understand him.

“But, he has also shown a tendency to get jealous when a man comes into my life that he doesn’t approve of. He worries that I will leave like dad did.” It was Edith’s turn to have a sad smile. “Whenever I’ve found somebody on my own, he’s made it impossible. And now that I’ve found somebody, I’m worried that he will scare you away.”

Her eyes turned down, not meeting his. The silence was full of electric tension and she fought with her growing regret. She had wanted peter to know how she felt about him, but she hadn’t wanted to pressure him. She wanted to explain her reasons for fearing the loss of him, and why she tends to jump to his defense in the face of Flash.

Peter was quiet for only a minute, but the time it took for the realization of her words to set in felt like hours for the both of them. But when he processed her words effectively, his heart began to race.

Edith Thompson had just confessed that she had feelings for him. His mind was racing with two possibilities: 1. She had figured out that he was Spider-Man and wanted to use him to further her popularity, or 2. Edith was every bit as kind and amazing as he though her to be, and she simply had feelings for him that she wouldn’t pursue.

She watched his hands move. His deft fingers seemed to run along the black spider emblem on his chest, and she could guess where his mind was traveling.

“I’ve been worried about that for a while, Petey.” Never has he seen Edith seen so shy. “Since middle school really. Long before you were Spider-Man and I was in with the popular group.”

Her words corrected his thoughts, and his eyes widened more than they both thought possible. She had always admired his large eyes, needed to stop herself from staring into them multiple times.

She could faintly see the tips of his ears tinge pink once again in the dull light.

Peter knew his next words, but they came as a shock to Edith. “I’m not going anywhere, Edith.”

Her head shaped up, her eyes searching his face from behind her haphazardly chopped bangs.

She allowed a small smile to occupy her lips, slowly stretching larger.

“I really like you,” he whispered to her, leaning forward to grab one of her smaller hands.

Her smile enlarged, showing her teeth in a vampire fanged-grin, “I really like you too, Petey.”

“Do- um,” he looked at his hand where his fingers traced over her knuckles. “Is it alright if I kiss you?”

Her heart felt a flutter at his soft spoken question and as an answer, she leaned forward to close the gap between them, her lips caressing his with such a gentle touch.

All that could be heard between them was the mingling of their breath and the bass or the music from the house.

For the first time, Edith Thompson and Peter Parker sat together, in one another’s arms. They spoke about almost anything, enjoying the company of one another. Peter had even agreed to let Edith take him on a date. They hadn’t even noticed their friends wandering around the party in search of the two of them.

“So...” he began nearly two hours after their original conversation. She hummed in reply. “How did your brother get all of the teachers to only call him ‘Flash’ instead of Eugene?”

She barked out a laugh, not quite knowing the answer herself.

“And why the fuck did he decide to be called ‘Flash’?!”

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traincat · 4 years

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opinions on the new taylor swift album (in terms of spider-man ships) ? 👀👀

YES okay yes I have lots of thoughts. One of my favorite things is when a new Taylor Swift album comes out and I get to decide which songs are what Spider-Man ships. I did a twitter thread about this when the album first came out, which has my initial reactions, but I’ve had time to sit with it now, so let’s dive back in:

the 1: first reading is this is a Peter/Felicia post-breakup. But we were something, don't you think so?/Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool/And if my wishes came true/It would've been you.

(Spectacular Spider-Man #112)

However, I think Taylor Swift’s oeuvre is one especially good for applying to One More Day from Mary Jane’s point of view (New Year’s Day, anyone?) and the 1 doesn’t let us down here.

I have this dream you're doing cool shit/Having adventures on your own/You meet some woman on the Internet and take her home/We never painted by the numbers, baby/But we were making it count/You know the greatest loves of all time are over now. (ASM #561)

cardigan: My first impression was that this is like the ultimate college years Peter/MJ/Gwen song -- leaning slightly more towards the GwenMJ leg of the love triangle/threesome -- and I have not changed on that front. Sequin smile, black lipstick/Sensual politics/When you are young, they assume you know nothing? A friend to all is a friend to none/Chase two girls, lose the one?? 'Cause I knew you/Stepping on the last train/Marked me like a bloodstain??? Tried to change the ending/Peter losing (G)Wendy?????????????

You drew stars around my scars, but now I’m bleeding/”She saw through the party girl mask I always wore. Saw the frightened, abused kid inside.” (Marvel 1000)

the last great american dynasty: this one’s a little too biographical to work for a Spider-Man ship but I think it could be a good women of Spider-Man song. The maddest woman this town has ever seen etc etc. Alternatively it’s for the version of canon where Doc Ock marries May for her nuclear power plant inheritance and then she turns the tables and poisons him for his criminal empire. good for her.

exile: look, this is a love triangle tragic breakup song, and Spider-Man is the king of both of these things. I’m going to make a call and say that exile, while I think it’s both an excellent PeterFelicia and PeterMJ, leans towards PeterMJ after MJ rejects his first proposal, when they’re seeing other people but everyone keeps trying to get them back together. I can see you starin', honey/Like he's just your understudy/Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me/Second, third, and hundredth chances/Balancin' on breaking branches/Those eyes add insult to injury.

The dueling narration of 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs) and I never learned to read your mind (Never learned to read my mind) is a pretty perfect early PeterMJ summary.

my tears ricochet: okay okay okay so my tears ricochet + mad woman are my ideal “Gwen Stacy gets a resurrection revenge narrative ala Bucky Barnes and Jason Todd” song duo. And if I'm on fire/You'll be made of ashes, too.

mirrorball: Taylor Swift released THE definitive Mary Jane Watson song in 2020. We are talking about the feminine art of performance, we are talking about masks, we are talking about trauma baby!!! I want you to know/I'm a mirrorball/I can change everything about me to fit in/You are not like the regulars/The masquerade revelers/Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten.

I've never been a natural/All I do is try, try, try (ASM #143)

We are ALSO thinking about Mary Jane’s iconic mirrored mini dress from ASM #59. An entire Mary Jane anthem.

seven: this song CRIES OUT for childhood friends, which Spider-Man is a bit lacking in, what with the entire friend group coming together in college, but in my head it belongs to a version of canon where Gwen and Mary Jane were friends as children and lost touch with each other. alternatively, it’s the Peter/Flash childhood friends song, since they’re as close as we get to childhood friends in canon, and also because these lyrics in conjunction with that make me want to cry: And I've been meaning to tell you/I think your house is haunted/Your dad is always mad and that must be why/And I think you should come live with/Me and we can be pirates/Then you won't have to cry.

Also, “just like a folk song, our love will be passed on” makes me cry thinking about longform storytelling like superhero comics so like that’s fun. A real Spidey fivesome sort of feeling.

august: I’ve been thinking about it, and I think this is a Peter/Betty set during their initial romantic relationship. Your back/Beneath the sun/Wishing I could write my name on it/Will you call when you're back at school?/I remember thinking I had you.

this is me trying: A FLASH THOMPSON SONG. Like, I think “I didn’t know if you’d care if I came back/I have a lot of regrets about that” is a big PeterMJ sentiment during several key points of their relationship, but overall the vibe of this song is a Flash. Probably a Peter/Flash, while we’re at it.

illicit affairs: okay, in my heart, I want this to be another Peter/Betty, because the point in canon where they’re sleeping together behind Ned’s back is just so sexy of them, and it’s a favorite fictional extramarital affair. However, I also don’t feel like this song is straight enough as its core to be about them. I also feel like “and you want to scream don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby” is a BIG Gwen Stacy mood. So I’m kind of leaning towards an MJ/Gwen affair while PeterGwen is happening. Which would also be very fun of them all. I think at a push we could also make this a Peter/Flash while Flash is seeing Sha Shan, if we wanted to warp canon around to have a good time. What I’m saying is Spider-Man should have a few more affairs in its body of canon. For the song.

mad woman: I mentioned this up with my tears ricochet but we’re going to say AGAIN for the people in the BACK: this is a Gwen Stacy jam. If they were ever to make an extremely good movie about resurrected Gwen on a murderous revenge spree, this song should be playing in it. What do you sing on your drive home?/Do you see my face in the neighbor's lawn?/Does she smile?/Or does she mouth "fuck you forever"?

(Spider-Island: Deadly Foes) Also, not that the Gwen clones get like, full narratives or are allowed to be their own individual characters like the Peter clones (it’s the misogyny) but if they were, mad woman would be such a good Gwen clone song. No one likes a mad woman/You made her like that.

epiphany: this is very rare for me in Taylor Swift’s discography, but I think this is really a Peter solo song.

Crawling up the beaches now/Sir I think he’s bleeding out (Peter Parker #89)

betty: You have no idea how badly I wanted this to be a Peter/Betty, but it is just not. I think there’s a version of Spider-Man high school canon though where this is a Betty/Liz.

peace: This album is light on Taylor Swift Spideytorch hits -- previous examples including Love Story and Call It What You Want To, among many others -- but peace is such a Spideytorch. But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm/If your cascade ocean wave blues come/All these people think love's for show/But I would die for you in secret/The devil's in the details/But you got a friend in me/Would it be enough/If I could never give you peace?

(ASM #790) @bipeteparker said that Johnny COULD give Peter peace but they’re dramatic, so it works, and I stand by that, but I also like it with the juxtaposition of their lives -- Johnny being so famous and such a public figure and Peter having eschewed that life by keeping the mask on.

hoax: and we’re closing the album the same way we started! I think there are various Spider-Man readings you could do, but my big two are PeterFelicia and PeterMJ -- both with the lens of the post-One More Day deal and how that altered both of their relationships with him.

Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in (ASM #16HU)

My only one/My kingdom come undone (ASM #545)

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sassy-starker · 4 years

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I have a prompt for peter to be a senior in HS and he always gets picked up in a fancy car and people never know why and who's picking him up. Then one day Tony comes into school and is eating lunch with him or something.

Ask and ye shall receive!

Of Senior Year and Mystery Lovers

Word Count: 3680

TW: Bullying (but it’s not too serious. There’s very little violence)

Peter Parker was just about three-thousand percent done with high school. He just couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. Aunt May would joke about him having senioritis before senior year, but didn’t stop the boy from staying home from school when he genuinely felt like he couldn’t make himself get up and deal with it. On those days, Tony would come over and whisk Peter away to Stark Tower, where they would sit around all day, eating Chinese takeout and binging shows on Netflix.

That was one more reason Peter was sick of high school: he just wanted to come forward about his relationship. The media was going to tear him and Tony apart anyway for getting together when Peter was seventeen, so why did it matter if they just went ahead and told the world? At least, that was what Peter thought. Tony wanted to wait a bit longer, just to make sure his younger boyfriend would be safe and wouldn’t be bombarded during school. But as the summer after junior year passed and he began his last year of high school, the couple began to not care as much, becoming more and more reckless with each passing day.

+++

“Flash, you’ve gotta see this!” Aaron called from down the hall. The final bell had just rung and everybody was milling in the halls, grabbing their stuff, and leaving the building. Flash gave his friend a look, but followed him nonetheless. The boy led him out the front doors of the school and down the steps until they were standing in the front courtyard.

“What are you-” Flash stopped himself as he realized where everybody was looking. “Holy shit. Whose car is that?!”

In one of the parking spaces closest to the building, there was a sleek, white Bugatti Centodieci, just sitting there like it was nothing.

“Nobody knows! They just pulled up!” Aaron replied, not taking his eyes off of the expensive car.

“Who the fuck would even be picked in a car like that?!”

The doors to the school opened and Flash looked back to see who it was, only to find Peter Parker standing at the top of the stairs and staring out at the car, an eyebrow raised and an unamused look on his face. As if it didn’t even matter, the brunet walked down the stairs and began to walk along the main path to the parking lot.

Peter paid no mind to all the eyes on him and whispers that arose as he approached the 8.9 million dollar car. As he approached the passenger’s side, the window rolled down. The brunet leaned over, resting his forearms against the windowsill and smiled at whoever was in the car. The students in the courtyard went quiet, hoping to hear what he was going to say.

“Really? A Bugatti?” Peter asked, his voice laced with fond exasperation. “What happened to not drawing attention to us?”

Somebody replied from inside the car, but it was too muffled for anybody to hear, except for Peter, who laughed a bit at whatever was said. “Yeah, sure,” the brunet replied sarcastically.

Another muffled response.

“Okay, okay,” Peter relented, putting his hands up in defeat before stepping away, opening the door, and getting in. The window rolled back up as the car drove off with the high school student inside.

“What the actual fuck?” Flash muttered, still staring at the spot where the car had left his sight.

+++

The incident had happened on the first Friday of the school year, and by the time Monday rolled around, everybody had heard about Peter getting into the expensive car. Some people had taken photos, which got spread around too. When the brunet walked into school after the weekend, all of his peers were giving him sneaky glances and whispering speculations as to who was in the car. The theories ranged from Peter having an estranged father who was rich to his aunt winning the lottery, but nobody really knew.

Peter walked down the hallway with an easy air, ignoring all the looks. He was so tired of Midtown and was prepared to just turn around and walk right back out of the school while flipping off everybody in the hallway. Of course, he didn’t do that, not wanting to face the repercussions. So he just continued on his way to his locker, uninterrupted.

Well, he was uninterrupted until Flash came out of nowhere and slung an arm around Peter’s shoulder, walking with him.

“Let’s talk, Parker.” It wasn’t a question.

“No thanks,” Peter replied, using his hand that wasn’t carrying some of his textbooks to grab Flash’s arm and pull it off of his shoulder. Without another word, he sped up and continued on his way.

Flash froze for a few moments, staring at Peter’s retreating figure and wondering when the boy got the balls to stand up to him. Eventually, he snapped himself out of his and ran to catch up, taking his spot next to the brunet once more.

“What’s up with that stunt you pulled last week, Penis?” he asked with a snarl, getting up in Peter’s space as the boy opened up his locker and began to put his books in.

“What stunt?” he questioned innocently, a bit of smugness in his voice.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Flash growled.

“Oh, you mean when I got picked up?” Peter closed his locker and turned to the bully. “It wasn’t a stunt. He was just doing something nice for me.”

“Stop lying to-” Flash cut himself off, staring at the necklace Peter was wearing. “Where the fuck did you get that?”

“This?” Peter questioned, brows furrowed as he held up the charm on the necklace. “It was a gift. Why?”

“That . . . that’s a pendant from Graff’s solar collection.” Flash looked dumbfounded and his face scrunched up in concentration as he stared at the necklace. He grabbed it in one hand and leaned forward to examine it.

“What the hell?!” Peter exclaimed as he jerked back, forcing the necklace out of Flash’s grip. The bully didn’t give him an answer, only staring at him in shock. “Why do you even care?”

“My mother wanted that exact same necklace when the collection came out.”

“And?”

“And that necklace costs thirty-four-thousand dollars. How the fuck did you afford something like this?”

“I told you; it was given to me as a gift,” Peter replied with no hesitation, eyeing the other student warily.

“Nobody gives a necklace that expensive as a gift!” Flash was about to say more, but the warning bell rang, prompting Peter to run off with his things, leaving the bully alone by his locker.

That afternoon, the same car from the week before picked Peter up.

+++

The more Flash paid attention to Peter over the next few months, the more he noticed the weird things about the brunet. There were so many things off about him and it just didn’t add up. It was like he was missing a factor that helped it all make sense.

One of the first things he noticed was that Peter had started wearing designer clothes. It wasn’t like the boy had just stopped wearing all of his nerdy t-shirts, he still did, but he was always wearing something designer along with it.

Peter always had on that damn Graff necklace, which was way too expensive for a poor kid from Queens to own. Beyond that, Flash saw him wear ripped Gucci jeans that could be mistaken for any other brand. The next week, the boy wore high waisted Guess jeans and a tucked-in Givenchy button down.

Peter’s old bag that he’d been using for years was suddenly replaced with a Burberry backpack and his barely working phone was abruptly substituted for a top of the line Stark Phone, and nobody said anything. He felt like he was going insane and, by the end of the fall semester, he was more than ready to get away from Parker for a couple weeks.

+++

The two week break didn’t feel long enough to Flash, but he felt confident as he walked into school on the first Monday of the spring semester. He was determined to solve the mystery that was Peter Parker and nothing was going to stop him.

Flash’s cockiness was quickly replaced by dread, however, as he turned the corner and saw Peter standing in the hallway, talking to some people from decathlon. The brunet had been a bit of a loner ever since MJ moved away and Ned went off to a nice boarding school, but he had become closer with some of the people on the team after becoming the captain for their school’s AcaDec team.

That wasn’t what caught Flash’s eye, though. What he immediately noticed was the outfit Peter was sporting. He had on a gray turtleneck, an unbuttoned brown trench coat, black dress pants, and black loafers, the entire outfit being Louis Vuitton. He looked like the epitome of dark academia, sleek and mysterious despite the bright smile on his face as he talked to his teammates about the national competition.

“Hey, Parker, can we talk for a second?” Flash asked, walking up to the small group. He didn’t wait for an answer, instead grabbing Peter by the arm and dragging him away. The brunet called out an apology to Betty and Abe as he was pulled down the hall. Eventually, Flash yanked him into a rarely-used men’s restroom and released his arm.

“What the fuck, Flash?!” Peter exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. “What was that all about?!”

“That was all about the fact that you’re entire outfit is Louis Vuitton!” Flash shouted back, confusion and aggressiveness present in his voice.

“Why does that matter?!”

“Because you’re some poor kid from Queens! How the fuck do you have designer clothes?!”

“It’s none of your business!” Peter’s stance was defensive, but he still stood strong. The way he looked so unafraid only served to piss the bully off more.

In a fit of anger and frustration, Flash lunged forward and socked him right in the jaw, causing the brunet to stumble back a bit. After a few moments, Peter regained his balance and brought a tentative hand to his face, lightly holding the place where he had been struck.

“Nice hit,” he said dryly, letting his arm fall back down to his side. He whipped around and began to leave the restroom.

“You’re not gonna do anything?” Flash asked, making the brunet stop in his tracks. “You’re not gonna fight back? Scream? Cry? Go tell a teacher? You’re just gonna do nothing?”

“Exactly. I’m gonna do nothing,” Peter told him in lieu of an answer. Without another word, he left the bathroom.

Flash didn’t see the boy in any of their classes that day.

+++

For the rest of the week, Peter didn’t wear any designer clothes. He was only seen sporting old jeans, beat up sneakers, and his usual nerdy shirts. Some people asked about his sudden change in clothes, along with the bruise on his jaw, but he remained tight-lipped, allowing nothing to slip about what had occured in the restroom on Monday.

Flash felt guilt bubbling up inside of him every time he passed Peter in the halls, but he pushed it down.

+++

By the beginning of the third week of school, Flash had pretty much gotten over his guilt. It seemed as if Peter didn’t really care about what had happened, so he attempted to let it go as well. He ignored the brunet and let the incident fall into the past.

On that Monday morning, Flash was sitting outside on the steps with his little posse, all of them just talking about what they had done over the weekend. Their conversation stopped, however, when the rumbling of a car sounded. A polished silver Ferrari pulled up in front of the school and parked in one of the spaces before turning off. It had caught the attention of all the students hanging outside of the school, everybody turning to look at the car.

It was like a scene from a movie.

The door on the driver’s side opened up and Peter Parker stepped out coolly. He nonchalantly closed the door behind him before using the car keys to lock it. As if the whole thing was normal, he casually walked down the path towards the stairs.

The crowd of high schoolers were captivated by the strange scene. Their nerdy classmate, who had an almost faded bruise on his jaw, had just stepped out of a sleek, expensive car like it was nothing. Flash took a moment to take in Peter’s outfit, confused and frustrated at the fact that he had practically come back twice as hard after the bully took him down a notch.

Peter was sporting a tan wool turtleneck tucked into a pair of grey checkered pants along with a pair of black oxfords, the ensemble pulled together with a long, olive green overcoat. His hair was neater than usual, with his curls being less frizzy and more skillfully arranged. His Burberry backpack was nowhere to be seen, and an expensive-looking leather messenger bag was slung over his shoulder in place of it.

Nobody said anything as the brunet made his way up the stairs, expensive shoes clicking against the cement steps. Flash, of course, had to ruin the quiet atmosphere.

“Parker!” he called, making the boy stop in his tracks and turn to him with an exasperated look.

“What do you want, Flash?” His tone conveyed his irritation.

“I just wanna know how much dick you sucked to get enough money to buy a Ferrari.” His little friend group laughed, but none of the other students joined in.

“None,” Peter told him, unfazed by the comment. “But not all of us get whatever we want handed to us. Though, you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, trust fund baby?”

Some of the teens in the courtyard let out an ‘oohh’ while others laughed at the mockery. Peter just gave a smug smile and turned back around, heading inside the school before Flash could get another word in.

The two boys didn’t interact for the rest of the day, but Flash spent a good amount of time glaring at Peter, especially when he got back into the expensive car at the end of the day, the vehicle giving a thunderous rumble as he drove off.

+++

That’s how a good portion of the semester went. Peter would show up in a fancy car, sometimes the Ferrari and sometimes a different one, and people would watch as he stepped out in an expensive outfit. Flash would try to insult him at several points in the day, but Peter would either shoot an insult right back or ignore the bully completely. Peter would sit at one of the picnic tables outside for lunch, where only seniors were allowed to sit, with Betty, Abe, and Cindy, while Flash and his posse would glare at them from another table. Finally, Peter would get into his car at the end of the day and ignore Flash scowling at him.

Finally, after what felt like centuries, they had reached the last day of school. Everybody was excited, but the seniors especially. They didn’t have to do anything in their classes, seeing as their graduation ceremony was the very next day, and there was a senior tradition that they finally got to do.

For years, on the last day of the school year at Midtown, the seniors were allowed to have a family member or friend eat lunch with them, and they often did so on the picnic benches in the courtyard. Afterwards, the seniors would be allowed to leave. Most students would invite a parent or guardian, many of which would bring lunch for themselves and the student they were with. A few of the teens would invite a friend who went to a school that was already finished with the school year. Every once in a while, though not very often, a student would invite their significant other to the senior lunch.

Seniors and guests were milling around the picnic tables, chatting and catching up. Some of the teachers were around too, conversing with the parents about graduation and how well the students had done in their classes. Peter was sitting at a table with Cindy, Betty, and Abe, who had all brought a parent along with them for lunch. They were all making small talk, trying to ease the tension and break the ice between them.

Unsurprisingly, Flash noticed that Peter wasn’t eating anything and that there was nobody there with him. He used this to his advantage, of course, and easily thought up something to say to the brunet. When Peter stood up and walked a bit away from the picnic tables to check something on his phone, the bully struck.

“Who are you waiting on, Parker? You know your parents aren’t coming, right?” Flash mocked, no sympathy for bringing up his dead parents.

Peter stayed quietly, continuing to type on his phone.

“Are you texting your aunt? Lemme take a guess, she’s too busy to show up for you,” Flash tried again, but to no avail.

Peter didn’t even grace him with a look.

“Are you deaf or something? Why aren’t you saying anything?! Just insult me back or some shit! Tell me to go away already!” Flash’s voice slipped into something desperate. All he wanted was for his words to have some effect on the boy.

“You’re an asshole,” Peter told him, finally looking up. He turned his phone off and slipped it into the pocket of his pants. He crossed his arms over his chest, crinkling his button down shirt a bit and slightly pulling it out of where they tucked into his pants, not enough to completely come out, but enough to make the shirt look a bit looser on him.

The two stayed silent for a few moments, staring each other down.

“You’re an asshole, but even more than that, you’re an absolute idiot.”

“What are you getting at here, Parker?” Flash snarled, eyes shining with rage.

“I’m not getting at anything. I just thought you should know.”

Before Flash could get another word in, a thunderous rumbling sounded and the car that dropped Peter off at school that morning pulled up into the parking lot. Once it had stopped, the driver’s side door opened and somebody stepped out. Flash’s eyes flickered between the stranger and the brunet beside him, who had a big smile on his face.

The car door closed and somebody walked around the car, making their way straight towards the picnic tables. The students and guests eyed the man as he sauntered forwards, taking off his sunglasses.

It was Tony fucking Stark.

Everybody was too in shock to say anything as the billionaire scanned the crowd. He locked his gaze on Peter and strided over to the brunet. He stopped less than a foot in front of him, the younger man having to tilt his head up a bit to look at him.

“You’re late,” Peter notified him teasingly.

“I’m not late. Everybody else is just early.”

“You’re not the queen of England, Tones.”

“In that case, I am late, but fashionably so.”

Peter rolled his eyes fondly as the billionaire gave him a loving smile. Their little moment was interrupted though, by none other than Flash.

“What the actual fuck?!” he exclaimed, eyes trained on the two men. “You’re Tony Stark!”

“Am I?” the billionaire asked. “I didn’t notice.”

Peter lightly slapped his arm for that comment, giving him a warning look, though it was more amused than angry.

“This all makes so much more sense now,” Cindy said from her spot at the picnic table.

“The car, the clothes, it’s all coming together,” Abe added on, looking over at Cindy.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it before!” Betty exclaimed, making eye contact with Peter. “You’re a sugarbaby!”

Peter choked on his own spit while Tony raised an eyebrow at the girl. Flash blanched, eyes full of realization.

“I’m not a sugarbaby!” Peter defended once he had gathered himself. The statement was met with a lot of confused looks and furrowed brows.

“You’re . . . you’re not a sugarbaby?” Cindy asked, looking like she had never heard something more puzzling.

“No!”

“So . . . you guys are just in, like, a real relationship?” Abe questioned them, bewilderment laced into his tone.

“No, we’re sworn enemies, destined to have one final fight and battle to the death,” Tony replied sarcastically.

“Be nice,” Peter scolded him before turning back to his peers and their guests. “Yes, we’re in a real relationship.”

“Nothing makes sense anymore,” Mr. Harrington mumbled. “I give up.”

Peter just gave him a sympathetic nod.

Most of the guests, especially the parents, were still in shock, eyes trained on the teen, whom they had seen at school events for so long, as he casually stood next to his boyfriend, Tony Stark, and acted like everything was normal.

“Wanna get going?” Tony asked Peter, drawing his boyfriend’s eyes away from the group of students and guests. “We could go hang out at the tower for a while before dinner. I made reservations for seven-thirty tonight at that restaurant we went to for Pepper’s birthday.”

“The place with the tiramisu to die for?” Peter looked excited when his boyfriend gave him a nod in confirmation. “Fuck yeah!”

Tony laughed a bit and the two began to walk towards the car, ignoring all the eyes following them. When they reached the car, Peter looked back and called a quick “see you guys tomorrow!” to the people gathered around the picnic benches. The couple got into the car and drove off, the thunderous rumbling going with them.

Flash stood there, frozen, until he felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked down at it, only to see a text from Peter.

‘I told you so.’

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only-the-lou · 4 years

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party night

Sooo turns out that i didnt fully finish my last story! Sooo here’s my attempt into putting the whole thing here :)

It was the end of finals week, and Peter couldn't be more happy. He had spent the last 2 weeks pulling all nighters cramming as much information as he could into his brain so that he could pass his tests. Sure he was really smart and he didn't really need to study, but that didn't stop Peter from worrying about failing one of his classes. But now that all that was over, he couldn't wait to just relax. He can finally get some decent hours of sleep, actually eat something healthy, and take care of himself. He had decided to call work off for the next two days, and was determined to sleep as much as he could because right now he looked like death, with his pale skin and eye bags so heavy you could put groceries in them. He knew he looked horrible, but he also knew that if he didn't get good grades he could get his scholarships taken away. He only had one more year of high school though, and then he wouldn't have to worry about this stuff for a while, So right now he would work his ass off so that he can have a good life in the future.

It was around 8 at night when Peter heard knocking on his apartment door. He was slightly confused, since he didn't remember inviting anyone over, and his food was already delivered. He put his phone down and walked over to the entrance, not having a chance to fully open his door before MJ and Ned busted right in.

"What 's up loser?" MJ said. She walked last Peter and into the kitchen, and helped herself into Peter's fridge. Ned walked in behind her and sat down onto his couch.

"Hey guys! What are you doing here?" Peter questioned. He wasn't expecting the two, but he also wasn't surprised that they showed up unannounced since they did that often. He closed his door and locked it before he made his way to the living room. He walked to his couch and plopped down next to ned and pulled out his phone.

"Well, it's a Saturday night, you have nothing to do, and there's a party over at Liz's house. So me and Ned decided to come pick you up so that we can have some fun!" MJ explained. She was currently opening up bag of Doritos and had decided to look for a soda.

"A party? Since when do you like going to parties?" Peter asked. MJ was usually the type to stay home and watch Netflix or read. Parties weren't her thing, so Peter was confused when she decided to go to one.

"Well, it is our last year before graduation and our last chance to relax before the second rounds of finals!" Ned chimed. He wasn't wrong, it was their senior year in highschiol and this was going to be their last week before they had to bury themselves in books and cry about life. MJ nodded, and Peter decided that this was going to be his way of taking care of himself.

"Alright. Lemme get ready and I'll meet you guys downstairs" Ned squealed and MJ high fived Peter. They walked out of Peter's apartment while Peter walked towards his room already planning out the night.

30 minutes later Peter rushed out of his apartment and ran down the stairs to meet his friends. He had decided on some torn black skinny jeans (that made his booty look bigger) and a plain white button up. He usually didn't wear makeup, but he had decided to leave his insecurities behind and did some light eyeliner with mascara and some lipgloss. He couldn't lie, he felt good about himself, something that was very rare. Just as he was going to leave the apartment he decided to bring his lighter and some blunts he was planning on smoking earlier and made sure that he had everything he needed before heading out.

Just as he was in his last set of stairs he heard MJ whistle and Ned compliment his eyeliner. He smiled and blew a kiss towards Ned and winked. MJ was on her phone texting Liz and letting her know that they were on their way while walking towards her car.

"Actually, do you guys mind if we walk? Her house isn't even far away. Plus, we can smoke on the way there." Peter asked. MJ and Ned nodded, and Peter pulled out a blunt and his lighter from his back pocket. He didn't usually smoke, and neither did the other two, but fuck it, tonight was all about having fun.

The trio decided to smoke as they walked to Liz's house, so they arrived there quicker. The music was so loud you could probably hear it blocks away, and by the time Peter had reached the house he could feel the music's vibrations in his chest. He liked it though, the familiar feeling of excitement coursing through his veins. The front lawn was filled with teenagers holding red cups, couples making out, and those people who partied a little too hard and passed out. Peter chuckled as he looked at them. Lightweights. The house itself was actually quite beautiful. It was big, with three pillars on the front and with 8 rectangular windows on the front part. It was a creamy white, looking homey if it wasn't for the blasting music and the lights inside.

The three were almost done with the 5th blunt and Peter tossed it to the floor and stepped on it to put it out. He could feel the drug start to take its effects, and so when he turned to see his friends he felt like laughing. The other two where getting high as well, so they also started giggling.

They walked in and were hit with the smell of beer, weed, and sweat. They didn't care though, too busy trying to go through the crowds of people to notice. Peter looked around to see if he knew anyone, and quickly noticed two guys whom he was sure didn't go to his school because no one was that hot in queens bay high. Peter sucked in a breath as he checked them out, too stunned but their beauty to notice Ned pulling his arm to walk. He practically got dragged to the kitchen by his friend, and when he looked back the pair were already lost.

"Damm it Ned, I was checking out two- oh hey Liz!" Peter smiled, forgetting about the two boys back there and He leaned in for a hug and kissed her on the cheek. Liz giggled and hugged him back, and fixed her dress.

"Hi guys! Glad you could make it. Theres snacks right over there and some beers! Make yourself at home babes!" She smiled. Peter looked at her outfit, wearing a red dress that went down to her knees and some black heels. She looked beautiful, and even though Peter was really gay, he would still date her. Ned hugged her and went directly into the snack table, and MJ quickly followed. She was too shy to hug her, although she was been crushing on Liz for the longest time. It was quite adorable Peter though, MJ being so bold around anyone but as soon as she sees Liz she completely melts. They would be a really cute couple, if it weren't for MJ's awkwardness around her.

He talked to Liz for a couple of minutes before hugging her again and walking towards the drinking section. He has decided on some vodka, and grabbed a soda to mix it with. He walked over to his two friends and leaned against the fridge.

"So, what's the plan?" Peter asked. Ned shrugged and MJ kept eating some chips, and Peter realized that their idea of a party was to stay near the snack area. He shook his head and smiled, telling them that he was gonna go out and dance.

"If you're gonna get fucked someone don't forget to use protection!" Ned hollered. Peter laughed and told him 'no promises!' knowing that he was going to use it. He wasn't planning on catching an STD, and even though it didn't feels as good, he didn't wanna get infected.

He walked around the crowds of people and bumped into a much taller male. Luckily he didn't drop his drink, or else it would've caused Peter to go of on the other person. He looked up to see who it was, and to his luck it was one of the guys who he was checking out earlier. He was tall and had shoulder length hair which holy shit made him look more hotter and was wearing all black.

"S-sorry I wasn't looking where I was going" Peter stuttered. The other male chuckled and Peter felt like he died right there. He was usually confident and bold, but that clearly went away when he saw the taller male. Must've been the alcohol, or the weed, or both.

"It's okay princess, no need to apologize. I'm Bucky by the way." Bucky extended his hand towards Peter, and it took a second for him to register what was going on, but quickly shook Buckys hand. The size difference in their hands was huge, making Peter feel smaller, and blushed. "I'm Peter. You don't go to queen bay right ?" He asked. Bucky shook his head and explained to him that his friend Tony was invited to this party and practically dragged him here. So that's the other guys name.

"And uh, what about you?" Bucky asked. Peter told him how he was going to spend the night with his two other friends, but they decided that food was more important. Bucky chuckled and Peter died yet again, suddenly aware that he was in heaven and Bucky was an angel leading him to the paradise because there is no way someone so perfect could exist. That's what he had thought until Buckys friend, Tony walked up to them and smiled at Peter. Peter smiled back and tried so say something, but was too scared that he was going to sound pathetic. He looked at Tony's outfit, similar to Bucky but instead of a leather jacket he was wearing a blue jean jacket with a white shirt and black jeans. Both of them looked so handsomely good, and Peter decided right then and there that he wanted both of them.

Peter was now very sure that he was high and drunk as shit, because his normal self would never dance on a guy (let alone 2) like he was doing right now, His dignity flying out the window as soon as he turned around and started moving his ass in front of Tony. He still didn't care when Tony grabbed his hips to close the gap between his crotch and Peter ass, and he didn't care when Bucky was in front of Peter and started kissing his neck. He didn't give two flying shits, too focused on trying not to moan when Bucky started biting his neck. He moved his hand to Buckys neck and tangled his fingers in his neck, softly gripping it whenever Bucky started sucking at his neck.

Peter didn't really remember how or when he ended up in a bedroom, or if he even was in the same house as before. All he remembered was dancing with Tony and partially making out with Bucky, and then he ended up in here. Not that he was complaining, because he really fucking wasn't, but he was just caught off guard. He suddenly stopped thinking about that when he felt Tony's lips against his own, somehow rough and gentle at the same time. He bit Peter's bottom lip, and Peter couldn't help but groan. He was suddenly aware that he was on top of Tony, his legs on either side of him p, with Tony's hands grasping on his hips, pushing him down to rock on Tony's crotch. The both of them groaned at the same time, getting pleasure from the friction. He decided to do it again, rolling his hips against Tony's, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.

He didn't see how Bucky was looking at both of them from the doorframe, and didn't hear when he closed the door and locked it. He slowly made his way to the bed, and decided to get in on the action.

He saw Bucky laying on the bed, and he kissed tony one last time while getting off his lap, crawling towards Bucky, and got on top of him. He leaned down to kiss Bucky, running his hands down Buckys chest. Bucky then broke the kiss, and flipped them over so that he was on top, and started taking his shirt off. Suddenly Peter noticed that the three of them were fully dressed, and starting taking off his shirt too. He couldn't really see Tony, but he hoped that he was getting undressed as well. Once Bucky and Peter were just in boxers, Bucky leaned back down and started kissing peters neck. He found peters sweet spot and Peter big his lip to not let out a moan.

"You sure you wanna do this ?" Bucky asked. "You don't have to if you don't want, babe." Tony said. And although Peter wasn't sure if it was him or the alcohol speaking, Peter looked at both of the innocently and bit his lip. He saw how Buckys eyes flickered over to his lips and smirked, and he knew he was in for a long, fun night.

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So there you go! Sorry it's really bad :( I'm not the most experienced writer haha 😃

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allegra-writes · 5 years

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Peter Parker cute Alphabet:

Hi! Could I please please please get a cute and a NSFW alphabet with Peter? Thanks! 💕

Ok, I actually had to do a little research for this one, I haven’t seen one in so long that I couldn’t remember exactly how they worked. (Update, I want to thank @padfootagain because this genius prompts come from her amazing mind, like, seriously THANK YOU 💓)And I never wrote smut before so you’ll probably gonna have to give me some time to do the NSFW one. Anyway, here’s our Cute Alphabet with the cutest Avenger:

Affection: What are those little things they do to show you that they love you?

He never let’s you forget that he loves you. He’s so excited that you are his girlfriend that he’s the most caring boyfriend in the planet, always holding your hand, always kissing your cheeks or your hands, always texting you random facts and memes he thinks you’ll find interesting or funny. He’s always making sure you’re safe too, and has the most care with his secret identity because now he has too much to loose if an enemy finds out who he really is. He simply can’t afford someone tracing you back to him and endangering you. Especially after what Mysterio did. Luckily everyone wrote it off as fake news but he takes extra measures now anyway.

Birthday: What do they do to celebrate your birthday? What is the thing you need to do to make them happy on their birthday? Are they good at giving gifts?

He’s the very first to wish you a happy birthday, knocking on your bedroom window shortly after midnight, rainbow cupcake with a single candle on his hands. He also gives you a very personal, special gift, like that hard to get book he knows you been looking everywhere for, or a very rare pigment for your art, or an original vintage Polaroid camera. He shows he truly knows you and listens to you with his gifts, he’s not one for generic gifts like perfume or jewelry (thought he did gave you a letter P pendant one Christmas that he got on Etsy, and you wear it all the time).

To make him happy on his birthday you don’t really have to do a lot, but you do anyway. You call Pepper Stark to let her know it’s Peter’s birthday and the both of you organize the best surprise party ever, with all of the remaining Avengers and of course his new “siblings” Harley and Morgan. Even Nebula shows up, because she wants to get to know the kid Tony Stark told her so much about when they were stranded on that ship (she actually thinks Peter is Tony’s biological son and Pepper doesn’t seem inclined on correcting that assumption any time soon)

Cuddles: Do they like to cuddle? Big spoon? Little spoon?

He loves to cuddle, he absolutely loves it. Whether it be while watching a movie on his couch, or lying together in your bed, he loves to wrap his arms around you. He likes to toy with the idea to keep you there forever, safe in his arms, away from the world and all its dangers.

Dating: What are they like on their first date? And those after that?

The first date was a terrible. It was a complete disaster. He had tried so hard to impress you: He had borrowed money and made reservation at some trendy french restaurant, picked you up in one of the cars Tony Stark had left him and showed up in a tux. Not that he looked bad in that tux, but you were definitely underdressed in your sundress and leather jacket. None of you even knew what any item in the menu was, and things were painfully akward.

In the end you both had ditch the restaurant and gone to a vintage Arcade to play 80’s videogames and eat burgers.

From that day on, he relaxed and you guys only go on dates that you really enjoy: Picnics at the park, stargazing trips, visits to the planetarium, and you even have plans for the San Diego Comic-Con next year.

Evolution: How fast does your relationship evolves? Weeks, months, years?

You are both young and, let’s face it, a little reckless, so things get very intense very fast. But there’s no going back now, he wants you in his life forever, you both are all in.

Flirting: Do they flirt a lot?

He’s not the smoothest of flirts but he doesn’t need to, he already owns your heart. And to be honest, you love the way you can still get him all flustered when you send a flirtatious smile and a wink his way.

Generosity: When they’re with you, is it about you or about them?

You are his princess, his Queen, his love, his everything. He is absolutely amazed by the fact that you love him back, he can’t believe his luck, can’t believe you’re his. So of course it’s all about you: He loves opening doors for you, carrying things for you, wrapping you up in his jacket when you’re cold… And when you both are alone, well, everything is still about you. More than ever.

Honey: Do they use pet names? What’s their favourite for you and for themselves?

He mostly calls you babe, sometimes princess, but he secretly loves when someone at the Avengers Tower calls you “Spider-girl” the most.

Isolation: How do they react when they are away from you?

He loathes it. Absolutely hates it. He misses you like crazy when he’s away in missions or when you are and he’s not with you. He hates not knowing if you’re safe, he hates not being able to hear your voice.

But the angst of the separation makes the reunion all the sweetest. To finally have you in his arms feels like coming home, like being where he really belongs.

Jealousy: Are they jealous? How do they react if you are jealous?

He tries not to be, but sometimes he can’t help it. It was worse when you weren’t together, because he knew you had a bit of a crush on Dr. Strange, and it used to kill him. He still doesn’t really likes when he is around. That’s actually how he told you that he liked you: He had gotten so mad with jealousy that you guys had fought. Badly. Things had gotten out of control and he ended up confessing his feelings for you in the middle of a yelling match.

You hate it but he actually loves when you get jealous, you looked hot as hell when you get mad and he loves that fire within you. Loves that he is the reason it ignites and burns.

Kisses: Lots of them? Peppering ones? Languid ones?… What about your first kiss?

He’s always peppering you with kisses, but he always asks for permission before deepening them. Sometimes vocally, asking you if he can kiss you, and sometimes in more subtle ways, nibbling or licking on your bottom lip. You love that about him, the way he never takes you for granted, not even in the smallest of ways.

Light up: What do they do to make you feel better after a rough day? How can you lighten their mood?

There’s nothing Peter Parker wouldn’t do for you. And if that means doing back flips, or some silly dance or even singing something to put a smile on your face after a long day, so be it.

You don’t really have to do a lot to make him smile, just giving him a hug, a kiss or simply being you usually makes things a lot better

Nurse: How do they take care of you when you’re sick? How do they behave when they are sick?

If you have a cold, he shows up at your door with soup, if you have a sore throat, he gets you ice cream. And if you are on your period, he gets you obscene amounts of chocolate, heating pads, Aleve or anything you need. He was raised by May, after all, so he doesn’t get spooked or grossed out by periods.

He doesn’t really get sick himself, thanks to his special metabolism. But he does get hurt sometimes. Or his senses get overload. At those times he holds you tight and buries his face in your chest cause your smell soothes him, the feeling of you in his arms grounds him to something solid and real, and the sound of your heart beating helps him focus and drown out the pandemonium of noise of such a big city like New York.

Objects: Are there any object, song, place that have a particular meaning for them or for the two of you as a couple?

Sometimes the weight of the world, of being the next Tony Stark, of being an Avenger gets to be a little too much. He gets so insecure, so full of doubt and self deprecation…

On those such times you sing to him, often to sleep. And it’s always the same tune: “Something just like this” by Coldplay. Not because you don’t think him worthy of being a hero or anything like that, but to remind him that you didn’t fall in love with Spider-Man or the next Tony Stark, but with Peter Parker, and that’s all you need him to be. In time, that becomes your song.

Partners: Are they looking for flings, one-night stands, partners to be with until their last breath? What makes them fall for you?

He wasn’t expecting to fall for you. He wasn’t expecting to fall for anyone, really. Things with MJ had just fallen apart because of what Quentin Beck tried to do to him, and he couldn’t endanger her. And to be honest, he was still mourning Tony. In conclusion, he was in a very dark place and wasn’t really thinking about girls. Like, at all. But one day, you showed up. A pretty girl in a pretty dress, but with combat boots on your feet. Fitting for a walking contradiction like you, so kind but with a smart mouth on you, to use effortlessly on the people that annoyed you. You countered all of his quick remarks readily with one of your own. So out of his league, but somehow you had like him back.

No, he definitely wasn’t looking for somebody. But now he’s got you, and he’s never letting you go. He’s going to marry you one day, he knows that in his bones.

Quarrels: How is it to have a fight with them? What do they do to make you forgive them? What do you need to do to make them forgive you?

It’s not often that you fight, which makes it all the worse when it happens. Usually it has something to do with his whole self-sacrificing-brooding-hero-“you’d-be-safer-without-me” thing. The first time you didn’t understand what was going on so you had let him leave you, without putting up a fight, cause you had thought he simply didn’t love you anymore. That one didn’t last because when you tracked his suit (your very own messed up version of social media stalking), you realized he had been following you around to make sure you were safe. You realized then two things: First, he still loved you and second, you both needed to learn a thing or two about healthy boundaries.

Ever since then, every time he tried to pull something like that again, you weren’t afraid to call him out on his BS, even if you could never really stay mad at him. Not when he looks at you with those big brown puppy dog eyes. And if those eyes happen to be red rimmed, you are done for.

But who could blame you? You are only human after all. And even while he does have super powers, you know your tears are his kryptonite.

Rings: How do they propose? The wedding? The honeymoon?

The first time the thought hits him, it leaves him breathless. You guys were just lying on his couch, watching some silly Syfy channel movie about sharks on space, when he looked up at you from his position with his head resting on your lap. You looked so beautiful in the blue light from the TV, so domestic dressed up in one of his old hoodies, and the two little words came to his mind, unbridled: “Marry me”.

The next few weeks, it just won’t leave him alone. At random moments, having lunch or studying together, walking down the street or making love, it would just play on repeat inside his head, like a prayer: “Marry me. Marry me. Marry me”, and it would take all of his will power to not blurt the words out loud.

He knows May would just freak out so he goes to Pepper, who instead of lecturing him about being too young to get married like he expected, smiles, takes off her own engagement ring and places it on his hand, telling him, “Tony had this ring for years before giving it to me. Don’t make the same mistake”. She helps him plan the perfect proposal, that of course goes to hell when the green goblin attacks the city and almost gets the better of him. Luckily you were able to sneak up on the bastard from behind and managed to knock him unconscious with a Shield issued taser.

You were so brave, so perfect, this time he can’t contain himself.

“Marry me”

You blinked, “I might have to asked my boyfriend what he has to say about that”

“Don’t. Let’s run away together tonight.” He pulled the bottom half of his mask up and then pulled you into a kiss that had the little crowd of onlookers watching the fight cheering and whistling.

And that’s the story of how you and Peter eloped to Las Vegas.

Secrets: Do they keep secrets from you and how do they react when they learn that you’ve been hiding something from them?

Well, the begining of your relationship wasn’t exactly… Forthright.

Of course he hadn’t told you he was Spider-Man, even if he was shit at keeping it secret, always disappearing, always hanging out with Pepper Stark and Happy Hogan, always getting so jumpy anytime you mentioned Spider-Man. Between that and the new bruises you found almost every night littering his body - That were gone the next morning- it wasn’t really that hard to make the connection.

You hadn’t even need to confront him about it, you just had kissed him and bid him goodbye with a “Go get them, Spider-Man” the next time he had tried to use some half baked excuse to stood you up in the middle of a movie date at your place.

“Wha- that’s not… I’m not- I’m not Spider-Man!” He had tried to scoff dismissively, what of course was completely ruined by him tripping out of your second floor window and landing on the sidewalk without a scratch.

So yeah, he wouldn’t really hold it against you if you were to keep something from him, besides, he trusts you anyway.

Tease: Do they like to tease you? How much humour is there in your relationship?

There is a lot of fun and laughs in your relationship, but he’s not much of a tease, if anything, you are the teaser of the two. However, you need to be careful because he is after all the sassiest avenger and his quick wit can outmatch your own if the need arises.

Voicing: How hard is it for them to talk about their feelings? How do they tell you that they love you for the first time?

He’s not exactly a closed off person, but he’s not the best communicator either. The things that are really important, that really affect him or make him vulnerable, he often bottles up until they get to be too much and and then get blurted out.

That’s how he told you that he loved you for the first time: He had gotten jealous, and though he didn’t mean to, he ended up making a scene. And if there is one thing that you hate with a passion, that’s jealous and controlling people. So, of course you had fought back. The discussion quickly got out of control and he ended up yelling “Because I’m in love with you, that’s why!” at you in the middle of the fight.

U-turns: What can transform your relationship in a good or bad way (what makes them confess their feelings or scares them off)?

That’s it basically: Strong emotions. Strong jealousy had cause him to confess his feelings and strong fear for your safety was the thing that almost drove him away from you. He was always very emotional when making decisions, and that’s probably the reason why they often blow up on his face.

Luckily you are a little more logical, a little more cool headed to balance his more impassionate personality. Waking up: What is it like to wake up by their side? He usually wakes up first, so normally you are arisen by strong arms tightening around you, soft, reverent caresses on your naked back or arms, or sweet nothings whispered at your hair when he thinks you’re still deeply asleep. Once your eyes flutter open, he would always try to convince you to stay in bed just a little longer. He likes to pretend that there’s no world outside your bed, only you and him. If he could, he would keep you forever there, safe in his arms Yielding: What do you have to do to convince them to do what you want? You are his weakness and you know it. It took you a while, but by now you are perfectly aware that he would do whatever you ask of him. You have him wrapped around your little finger. Zoo: Could they have a pet with you? What kind of pet? Peter Parker might be the only person in the world who is actually a bigger softy than you. Once, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man busted a pit-bull fighting ring, and after beating every human involved pretty nastily (could anyone really blame him?) He called the dog rescue, to help the poor, terrified, abused animals. The worst part were the puppies these monsters seemed to be already training for battle. He tried to remain strong, he really did, but there was this one puppy, smaller than the others, not aggressive in the slightest, cowering behind the crates. He was tiny, but already covered in scars, because, apparently he was the dog they used so the others would… practice. Very slowly, he was able to approach and grab him, but whenever someone from the rescue tried to take him, it would start crying again, looking at Peter with the saddest eyes. Eyes that were the same color as yours. It simply broke his heart. He couldn’t possibly part with it. So he didn’t. The next morning, you woke up to a still exhausted boyfriend for the first time ever not cuddling up to you, but to the smallest, cutest dog you had ever seen. That morning, you fell in love with Peter all over again, and with your new puppy for the very first time. You named him “Spidey”, in honor of the outstanding man who had saved his life.

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I just thought I would post my BlackCat!MJ x Peter Parker one shot here, it’s also on Ao3. It’s kinda long.

And warning: Major Character Death

Hope you enjoy

Michelle often got the feeling that her boyfriend was hiding something from her. Maybe it was the so-called midnight walks he constantly took, or how he would run off and disappear without a trace whenever a siren went off. Did this concern her? Yes, constantly. Did she have any idea what he was hiding? Absolutely not. The only thing she did know was he wasn't cheating on her. How did she know this? She just did. Peter was loyal and they had been through hell and back together. There was no separating them. Even their jobs took place side-by-side within the Daily Bugle headquarters— Peter as a photographer and Michelle as a editor. Neither made a lot of money, as a result Michelle took on a night job which had provided them with enough money to buy their own home.

Michelle sat with her legs draped over Peter's lap and her arm around his neck as she littered his face with gentle kisses. He would connect their lips anytime hers wandered too close to his as his hand stroked her leg lovingly. They wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even themselves, but they truly needed each other. Every moment they had alone together, they would hold each other close until it was uncomfortable. Then, they'd adjust positions and hold each other a little longer.

"You know I could give you everything," Michelle said as she turned her head away from her boyfriend, "a bigger house, a nicer car, lots of money."

"MJ, you are my everything. I don't need a bigger house or whatever," Peter said as he rested his head on her chest.

"Hm, I just got the taste of cheddar in my mouth," Michelle replied.

"Oh shut up," Peter chuckled as she ran her hands through his hair.

Michelle smiled warmly at him and closed her eyes lightly. She felt him land a tender kiss on her collarbone, making her exhale a joyful sigh.

"Can you go back to kissing me?" Peter requested.

She barked a laugh, "ha! No, I don't think I will."

He looked up at her with pleading eyes, "please?"

"No," She replied and slid off his lap, "I'm hungry."

As she turned to leave, Peter stood up and rested his hand on her waist. He let a mischievous smirk spread across his lips as she lingered in his touch.

"I got something you could eat," Peter offered slyly.

"Ooo," Michelle purred, "I see how you wanna play."

"Only if you're up for it," he hummed.

"Tempting, but I haven't eaten all day."

Peter quickly let go of her and stepped back, "MJ! Please, eat!"

"What's in the fridge or..."

"What's in the fridge," Peter waved her off, earning a laugh in reply.

He shook his head at her then picked his camera off their coffee table. As she fished through the fridge, Peter sat on one of the barstools at the island positioned in the middle of the kitchen. He flipped open his laptop and popped the memory card out of his camera.

Michelle looked over her shoulder at him as he uploaded his photos onto the computer and smiled to herself. He was definitely the best thing that had ever happened to her, considering the fact that she never knew her father and her mother died when she was twelve. Even though she and Peter were hardly friends at the time, he still reached out to her and kept her company, making sure she was never alone unless she needed to be. That's when she realized she liked him. It may have taken a few years for him to return her affections but, when he finally did, it was everything she had hoped for and much more.

She wanted to marry him, she just needed a ring.

As she sat at the barstool next to his with a yogurt cup she had retrieved from the fridge, Michelle looked over Peter's shoulder and watched as he uploaded his photos onto the computer. He scrolled through countless photos of Spiderman, the Winder Soldier, Captain America (or the Falcon, at this point it hardly mattered), and more as he ignored several notifications for emails.

Spending time together never got old. Even when they argued, were too upset to speak, or one slapped the other across the face, they couldn't help but be happy to just be aground each other. Their arguments had grown less and less frequent over the years once they both started to realize a simple truth: they couldn't fight over every little thing that bothered them, their relationship couldn't survive like that. It may seem like an obvious solution, but Peter was pretty sloppy and had ADHD while Michelle had been very upright with OCD— not always the best combination when it came to living together. Especially when she'd spend an hour showing Peter how things had to be organized only to realized he had been staring and a bug on the ceiling the entire time. It took a while, but they managed through it and now it was just another day in the life.

"Don't you have an article to be editing?" Peter asked after a while, "or is staring over my shoulder a part of your job?"

"Oh yeah, it's the most important part," Michelle replied, hardly joking, "I even get paid."

"Oh really?"

"Mhm. Two kisses per hour."

"Hm, not good enough. Four an hour," Peter decided, craning his neck to look into her eyes, "I'll even pay upfront."

"Gimme," Michelle wrapped her arms around his neck eagerly.

Peter chuckled in response and sealed their lips in a sweet kiss.

———

Peter gazed at his girlfriend for a few beats as he stood in the doorway of their bedroom. Michelle looked like a goddess with the way she laid, her body draped gracefully across their bed. She needed a few hours of sleep before 11:30 struck and she was forced to drag her ass to her night job. Peter could be laying with her, but he had other matters to tend to.

Peter quietly paced across the room to her and leaned over, lightly brushing her cheek with his lips.

"I'm gonna go on a walk," Peter whispered by Michelle's ear.

"Do you ever sleep," Michelle murmured groggily in response.

"I'm an insomniac, you know that," Peter smiled softly as she lazily waved him off.

That much was true: insomnia was something he had struggled with since he lost his uncle. His lack of sleep was something that had only worsened as time dragged on. With the "Endgame" mixed with the death of Tony, Quentin and his illusions haunting Peter's dreams, and his aunt's passing just over a year later, rest was rare. Thankfully, was learning to live with it and could function almost as well as a normal person with eight hours of sleep.

Peter walked out of their house then retreated into the depths of the city. He turned a corner and ducked into an alleyway before reaching under a dumpster, flicking a small lever, and releasing his Spiderman suit from its compartment. Keeping his superhero life a secret from his girlfriend probably wasn't the healthiest thing for their relationship, but it was for her safety. If anything were to happen to Michelle, Peter couldn't live with himself. Fuck, he couldn't live. Loosing her would me the last straw, he was already on his last leg.

Now, one might wonder "what about Ned?" And Peter would reply with "Fuck Ned." Their friendship had come to an abrupt, harsh halt after a series of events and shouting matches neither cared to relive.

Then came the question "what about the Avengers?" Peter's answer: "what Avengers?" They weren't really a "thing" anymore. Bucky and Sam had remained close friends with Wanda playing the role of third-wheel/basically Bucky's unofficial daughter. Carol sometimes checked in but not very consistently, plus she was often occupied with her relationship with Valkyrie. And Valkyrie was occupied with being the king of New Asgard. Thor was who knows where and no one even knew if he was still alive. T'challa had no interest in being in a team, much less funding one. His sister, Shuri was someone Peter had always wanted to meet, but the stars had yet to align. The Guardians of the Galaxy hadn't spoken the heroes of earth since the "Endgame" and no one blamed them. Doctor Strange wanted nothing to do with Peter— nothing more needed to be said there. As for Rhodes, he had officially retired a year ago. The physical and mental wear had gotten the better of him, and (despite his hesitation) he stepped out of the suit for good. He and Peter were fairly close, so that's one person who would miss the young man if he were to die without Michelle.

There was Pepper and Morgan (who was now fourteen years old), but much to Peter's regret, he hadn't spoken to them since Tony's death. He really didn't have a reason anymore, but at first he simply couldn't bring himself to look into the eyes of a mini Tony. The wound of his mentor's loss was too fresh. But he wasn't the only one avoiding the gaze of a mini Tony. Pepper had a hard time looking at Peter for the same reason he couldn't look at her daughter. Because of this, the almost-family had lost contact. And when they finally did consider speaking, it seemed like it had been too long, like they hardly knew each other anymore.

What about Happy? Well, when May fell ill and died, so did Peter's friendship with Happy. They hadn't spoken since.

So Peter's isolation had been his own fault, and something he constantly regretted. But he had no will crawl back into the arms of what could have been a loving family. He had everything he could ever need with Michelle and sometimes Rhodes.

Peter, now dressed as Spiderman, perched on top of a billboard as he scanned his surroundings, "Karen, what time is it?" he asked.

"10:30. And if your sources are correct, there's a major sale of illegal weapons taking place in half an hour," Karen replied.

"Yep," Peter hooked his legs over the edge of the board and leaned back until he was hanging upside down, "and I should be able to wrap that up in time to see Black Cat."

"You seem to be quite fond of Black Cat," Karen observed.

"She's my only friend outside of MJ," Peter replied, "I mean, we're not friends friends. We just get along well and-"

"You refuse to do your job right when she's in the picture."

"Hey! That's not- who programmed you to say that?" Peter couldn't help but be offended by that, even if it was the truth.

"It was Rhodes’s idea," Karen answered, "who else's could it be?"

Peter chuckled, "no one I guess."

"Do you like Black Cat?"

"She's cool to hang out with. But if you're suggesting that I like like her, then calling you Artificial Intelligence would be a massive overstatement."

"I wasn't suggesting that," Karen somehow managed a defensive tone.

"Good," he replied shortly as he sat up right and readjusted his stance, "now let's get in position for this weapons sale."

"Would you like me to activate instant-kill?"

"NO! I thought I disabled that!"

"Well you didn't."

"I- ugh. Just stop it with the instant-kill."

He huffed and stepped off the billboard. Shooting a web to what his Spider-Sense told him was a safe platform, Peter launched himself through the cool, night air. As he glided through the city, he allowed himself to get lost in thought. He knew these streets all too well, swinging through the sky was as easy as breathing or walking. It wasn't something he had to think to hard about.

———

Michelle awoke abruptly to the Brooklyn Nine-Nine theme song blasting in her ear. She yelped in surprise and jolted upright, her hands frantically searching for her phone. Finally, her fingers brushed the cold box and she was able to shut off the alarm.

"Damn you, Peter," she hissed to her absent boyfriend, "that is the last time I let you pick my alarm."

Sighing and stretching sleep out of her body, Michelle tossed her phone onto her pillow then stood up. She unlocked and opened her suitcase and withdrew a skintight, black, leather suit. It covered everything below her collarbone and fit her perfectly.

After stripping down and redressing in the suit, she headed to the master bathroom and took out several makeup products plus a flowing, silver wig. For her night job, she went heavy on the makeup. She had to. She'd make her skin look a shade lighter (she hated doing that), her facial features would eventually appear narrower, then she'd tuck away her curls underneath her wavy wig. To top everything off, Michelle placed a sleek mask over her face. It didn't cover much, but it was mostly to distract anyone who might recognize her eyes. Sure she could use colored contacts, but those made her eyes itch and dry up. Besides, she liked her mask.

I'm going to propose to Peter, she thought to herself as she slipped out a window into the shadow of her neighbor's house. I just need a ring. That means jewelry-store-I-can't-remember-the-name-of— you are my first victim.

She carefully traveled in the shadows until she reached the depths of her city. She sprinted across roofs and leapt with the grace of a cat from one building to another. Normally I go easy on Mister Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman, but if he tries stopping me from getting this engagement ring I will beat his ass to the ground.

Usually, she would think of engagement rings as a waste of money, and marriage as a social standard. But this was Peter fucking Parker she was talking about. In her mind, he deserved the world and the world didn't deserve him. He deserved a proper proposal with the perfect wedding (and how ever he defined a perfect wedding was up to him). She felt kind of gross with how much she loved Peter, no one had ever made her feel this way before. Everyone else she had been with was no more than a fleeting infatuation or a brief fling. Peter was her first boyfriend she had cared to be with for longer than a few weeks. He was the first one she actually loved to the point that thinking about not being with him made her feel physically ill.

Here we are: best place to get an engagement ring. She thought happily as she landed elegantly on top of the jewelry store she always forgot the name of. Thankfully, the store was closed so she didn't have to worry about running in to an employee. But, this store had one hell of a security system that wasn't easy to avoid. Unless you had a friend who worked their and you knew the store inside out. Like Michelle. She had stripped this store clean of jewels and diamonds several times; she knew exactly how to get in and out without getting caught.

It was really quite simple: there was one corner of the interior that the security cameras didn't glare down upon, from there she could duck behind a counter and slip into a utility closest where the electricity box was kept. Then, she would shut off the box, making her presence seem to be no more than an unfortunate power outage. An unfortunate power outage that would shut off their security system and result in jewelry stolen.

Michelle hummed to herself as she browsed the collecting of rings with her hands folded neatly behind her back. Despite the deep darkness, she could effortlessly make out each individual hoop and their little diamonds. Her eyes bore down into the gems as she paced back and forth, picking up a few random bracelets and necklaces to satisfy her twitchy, kleptomaniac urges. She decorated herself with emeralds and rubies, knowing she'd be selling each one later for much more than it was worth, as she waited for a ring to capture her attention.

"I figured I'd see you here," a voice spoke from behind her.

Michelle whirled around to see none other than Spiderman standing with his arms crossed, "not a good time, Spider," she hissed.

He shrugged nonchalantly, "never is. But either way, I can't let you steal all of that."

"But I look amazing in it," Michelle flipped her silver hair over her shoulder and jokingly posed like a model, "you can't tell me otherwise, and you know it."

"Mm, true," he unfolded his arms, "but you could at least pay for it."

Michelle swiftly snatched an elegant ring whose gleam had caught her eye and slipped it her finger through it, "let's get this over with."

She swiftly paced across the small store and roundhouse kicked the man in the side. Hardly budging from his sturdy stance, Spiderman snapped his hands around her ankle and rapidly slammed her onto the ground. Gasping in pain as all the air in her lungs was sucked out, Michelle found herself frozen and stunned.

"There, we got that over with," Spiderman stated smartly, "now, I should probably turn you in."

"Not today, Spider," she spat.

She hopped up and raked her claws against his rock hard abs then punched him in the stomach with full force. Spiderman groaned sharply as he keeled over, keeping one hand clasped tightly over the bleeding wound. Michelle smirked in satisfaction. She had cut a bit deeper than she had intended to, but she could live with that. Whether or not the spider could live with that was a different story.

Michelle smirked and knelt down to be eye level with the hero. Her smirking eyes bore into him as she rested on hand on his knee. She could practically feel his frustration radiating off him, and she could tell his pain forced his eyes to squeeze shut.

"See you later, Spider," she purred with her silky voice.

"Fuck you," he grunted.

"Thought you said you have a girlfriend," she smartly retorted then sank her claws into his leg, earning a cry of pain, "good luck getting home."

With that, she wiped his blood off her hand and onto his suit, then stood upright. Stalking past him, she silently begged him to get home safe and see his girlfriend so she could tend his wounds and they could hold each other tightly.

As Black Cat hurried into the darkness of the streets, Peter called after her one last comment, "I let you have this one!"

With a deep breath (as if breathing could wash away the pain), Peter stood up shakily and shot a web at his leg as it oozed crimson blood. The goop stung the open wound violently, but it was worth it to assist in closing the gash. He managed to spit another wad of webbing onto his stomach and hissed gingerly. I'll be fine in a few days, but I'm lucky she didn't cut any deeper.

Before he could sigh in disappointment at his failure, an alarm blared in the distance. Rushing out of the jewelry store with an evident limp, Peter hurried to rescue and capture the separate thief.

———

Michelle yawned and stretched as she sprawled out on a random roof, a satisfied smirk painting her lips. It was about one in the morning now, meaning she'd get to go home soon. For now, she just needed a little breather but in a few minutes, she'd be curled up in Peter's strong arms as he stroked her hair lovingly.

"Sold it all ready?" A hero spoke.

She sat up to gaze upon Spiderman who had noticed her lack of jewelry, "obviously."

Michelle pat the ground next to her and Spiderman gladly sat down next to her, "that ring you took... was that an engagement ring."

"Yep, sold that too," she held out her hand, showing that the ring was gone. But she didn't sell the ring, it was now safely hidden in her pocket.

"Ah. I figured," he smiled under his mask, "it made me think of my girlfriend," Michelle beamed warmly and crossed her legs, giving him her full attention, "I think I'm going to propose to her."

"You think?"

"Well, no," he chuckled and Michelle couldn't help but admire how fondly he spoke of the lucky lady, "I know I'm proposing. She deserves the world, and the world doesn't deserve her," he rubbed the back of his neck, "I just hope she says yes. Marriage isn't normally her thing, y'know?"

"I do now," Michelle chuckled, making the spider chortle quietly in response.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, just listening to the sounds of the city. Cars quietly roaring across the road, the occasionally honk of a horn— even early in the morning, Queens, New York was a restless city.

Michelle looked over at her spider friend as curiosity struck her bones, "hey, Spider?"

"Hm?"

"I know basically everything about you."

"Well, yeah. We've known each other for years."

"Yeah, but there's one more thing I wanna know."

"What's that?"

"What do you look like? Like... can you take your mask off for me?"

Spiderman hesitated then choked out an anxious laugh, "you really wanna see that ugly-ass mess?"

She tilted her head to the side and nodded, "yeah. I'm sure you're not that bad."

He groaned, "ugh, I am."

"Well at least I'm prepared now," she gave a lopsided smile, "c'mon, I don't judge."

He took a deep breath, calming his jittery nerves, "alright, although I feel like this isn't a good idea."

"Show me your ugly face and I'll show you mine," she offered then flipped her hair with enough sass for the spider to touch, "actually my face is pretty hot, but you know what I mean."

"Wish I had your confidence," Spiderman laughed then gripped the edge of his mask.

The two went dead silent and Michelle squirmed with anticipation. Her heart fluttered in excitement while his palpitated in anxiety. He carefully peeled the mask off his face, letting his matted hair spring free.

The moment her eyes absorbed his soft features, Michelle's heart stopped in its tracks. She swallowed thickly and felt her lungs constrict violently as she recognized the young man before her.

She opened her mouth to choke out "Peter?" yet no sound came out. Peter looked away in embarrassment and fidgeted with the mask in his hands. I've been dating Spiderman for ten fucking years.... Michelle tried desperately to understand her situation as dismay rest heavy in her chest. Betrayal and fury towards Peter keeping such a secret flared up inside her. She clenched her fists, and for a brief moment she had the undeniable urge to slit his throat and end his life.

"So," Peter sheepishly spoke, defusing Michelle's violent instinct, "can I-"

He was interrupted by yelling and a cry for help in the distance, "I need to take care of that."

She opened her mouth to speak yet no words came out. Slightly embarrassed by her silence, Peter put his mask back on and turned around. Michelle watched him swing away until he was out of sight. Then, she ran like hell.

———

After sloppily washing away her makeup, removing the wig, and throwing the suit on the ground, Michelle collapsed onto her bed with her heart racing and tears threatening to fall. She had no idea what emotions or thoughts were racing through her confused mind.

"What is happening, what is happening, what just happened!" She rambled to herself.

Her heart was racing in panic as she raked her hands through her disheveled hair. But before she could be thrown into a panic attack, a quiet ding announced a new text and she scooped her phone into her hands.

Silver Sable: hey kitty, just got a job and I think you can do it for me

Michelle: not a good time

Silver Sable: please? It'll be a piece of cake

Michelle: What is it?

Silver Sable: Kill Spiderman

Michelle clapped her hand over her mouth and choked back a strangled cry of despair. Silver Sable was not only her closest friend (save Peter), but an anti-hero/villain-assassin-fore-hire badass that Michelle admired in every way. Turning her down was never an easy task.

Michelle: No

Silver Sable: oh c'mon. Don't be like that! I know you guys are friends but this is for a shit load of money. You can keep half of it

Michelle: I can't

Silver Sable: fine. 75% of the bounty

Silver Sable: Just think about how many times he's fucked us up or fucked up our colleagues. How much better our lives are going to be without him!

Michelle: Horrible! He's my boyfriend!

Silver Sable: Perfect! That'll make killing him even easier

Michelle: No! I'm not killing him and neither are you

Silver Sable: are you seriously choosing the life of some long-term booty call you had a crush on in high school over the lives of your best friends, colleagues, and family when you had none, PLUS your career and everything you've worked for your entire life?

Silver Sable: I thought you were better than that

Michelle: ...

"Who're you texting," Peter asked as he walked into their room.

Michelle's entire body jolted and she dropped her phone into her lap, "Jake from State Farm."

"None of my business," Peter smiled tiredly as he sat next to her, "my bad."

She briefly flashed a wavering simper yet found herself unable to make eye contact with her boyfriend who she wanted to desperately to marry just that morning. Now, she was unsure.

As she lay in Peter's arms with her eyes closed lightly, she couldn't shake off Silver Sable's words. Eventually, Peter's protective touch and comforting warmth had Michelle drifting off into an unsettled sleep while his exhausted, insomniac eyes remained gazing down at her body. Just like everyday at two in the morning when Michelle was fast asleep while rest rejected Peter's body, the young man found himself thanking the universe for the perfectly imperfect woman laying in his arms. Thank you for her, he praised nobody in particular, she's the best thing that's ever happened to me.

———

The next day, it was about nine in the evening and Michelle had just finished making dinner for herself and Peter. She had hardly spoken all day and as much as Peter worried, he learned over the years that when she got like this, it was best to leave her alone. She was most likely upset about something and she would confide in him when they lay in bed together in a few hours. For now, he'd merely smile his heartwarming grin, and hold her tightly every chance he got.

What Peter didn't know (aside from his girlfriend being a thief) was Michelle had been feeling sick to her stomach all day. Whether it was a stomach bug or the guilt that had been weighing on her all day, she had no idea. Either way, her mind hadn't wandered from the night before. There was too much for her to absorb calmly: her boyfriend was Spiderman, they were enemies, and he wanted to propose. And she wanted to propose. And Silver wanted her to kill him.

Michelle finished plating their meals, set the dishes on a counter, then turned around to grab silverware from a drawer. Peter stood up from his seat at their tiny table then grabbed the plates from the counter and set them on the table nearby.

"The one on the left it yours," Michelle spoke, suddenly and shortly.

Peter knit his brow but nodded anyways, "as you wish."

Dinner was silent and tense. Michelle's mind was racing as she watched Peter with every bite he took. Peter pretended not to notice her stare, although it made him mildly uncomfortable. It was like she was preying on him, waiting for something to happen but he didn't know what. How could he know when she had said roughly four sentences all day?

Michelle forced her last bite of steak down her throat then set her plate off to the side. Peter looked into her foggy eyes and frowned worriedly.

"You look pale," Peter observed as he reached across the table and held her hands tenderly.

Michelle glanced at him and stood up, "I need some fresh air."

Peter mimicked her motions and nodded, "let's go for a walk then."

She nodded stiffly and slid her hand into Peter's as they walked out the door with their coats. The sky was already dark, seeing as the sun had set hours ago. The night air was brisk and refreshing against their tense skin. Peter held Michelle's paw tightly with one hand while the other fidgeted anxiously with the ring in his pocket. It was his aunt's ring and she had left it behind for when Peter found the "right one." And Michelle was, without a doubt, the "right one."

Little did he know, Michelle's free hand was fidgeting with a ring as well. The one he had tried to stop her from steeling the night before. However, she felt like she should wait to use it. Maybe save it for tomorrow. Maybe the day after. Maybe never.

Suddenly, Peter stopped in his tracks. He was pale as the moon that shone through the clouds that fogged its view of the earth below. Michelle paused and looked down at him; he was trembling like an aspen leaf in the wind.

This is it, Michelle thought as she took a deep breath.

His legs gave out and he keeled over on one knee, his eyes wide and glassy, "M-Michelle..."

It's finally happening.

His gasped and coughed violently, crimson blood spurting from his lips. Michelle could only stare down at him as his expression twisted into one of terror and agony.

No turning back.

Pain lit up inside Peter like fireworks light up the night sky as he grit his teeth and shut his eyes tightly. He collapsed on all fours and choked for breath, only to be stopped by the blood pooling in his throat and oozed out from his parted lips. Tears trickled down his cheeks as Michelle knelt down. She knew she couldn't help him, but she could at least stroke his cheek lovingly as he writhed in pain. She gnawed on her lower lip until it bled too stop herself from breaking in to uncontrolled sobs.

Seeing Peter groaning and crying in pain as he choked on his own blood was almost too much for her to bare. Her stomach twisted into tight knots and she vision blurred with salty tears. She gathered him in her arms and let him gasp her sleeves and jeans, his blood dripping from the corners of his mouth to stain her shirt.

"Peter Parker," she spoke, her voice trembling and cracking, "I love you. I love you so, so much I can't even explain it. I can just feel it. I can physically feel it. A-and I am so sorry."

She clutched his body tightly, begging for his pain to end as she buried her face in the side of his neck. She felt his panicked pulse against her cheek as he cried out on last time, letting out all of the air and life in his lungs. Peter's body froze for a moment, tense and seeming almost unsure of death, then he relaxed completely. Michelle held his corpse tightly as she sobbed, her entire body shaking. She kissed his neck over and over as its warmth disappeared like the ghost he now was.

"I didn't wanna do this," she cried, her voice tight with despair.

She wailed and screamed into the night, teardrops streaming down her cheeks like rivers.

———

"So," Silver Sable purred silkily, "did you do it?"

Michelle, her cheeks red and eyes puffy, sat down at the barstool next to her friend. For a few beats, she couldn't find her voice so she stared at the bar around her. There were only a handful of people there, plus the two bartenders.

Finally, she nodded slowly, "yes," her volume hardly matched that of a whisperer.

Silver beamed proudly and pat her back with her powerful hand, producing a hallow thump, thump, "well done, Kitty! I'll need to show my employer his body— where's it at?"

"It's at my house," she murmured hoarsely, "we can stop by later."

"I'm so proud of you!" Silver squealed, "I'm so glad he's gone! Aren't you?"

Michelle swallowed thickly and stared at the counter in front of her. Eventually, she managed to shake her head 'no.' She was still trying to process what she had just done. She was so unfathomably empty, it was like she had gotten her soul and happiness sucked out of her body. And in a way, she had.

"Don't be like that, Kitty," Silver nudged her playfully.

"But... I loved him," Michelle managed weakly.

"You'll get over it soon enough," the assassin rolled her eyes, "let's start with a round of drinks. Y'know, to celebrate."

"Ah yes," Michelle heaved a sigh, "let us celebrate the long-awaited death of... of my spider."

Silver suspired as she shook off her excitement to recognize her friend's despair, "come here, Kitty," she wrapped her arm around Michelle and pulled her close, "you're the toughest chick I've ever met. You'll get through this."

Michelle stayed quiet. Her words were far from adequate, but that was about as sincere as Silver got. The metallic scent of death mixed with Peter's coffee-and-bagel scent was still lingering on her clothing. It filled her nose and clouded her mind until all she saw was the whiskey glass that had just been placed in front of her. I just ruined my own life, huh?

"Trust me," Silver reached for her glass, "you did the right thing."

#blackcat!mj #mj #michelle jones #peter parker #spiderman #black cat #spideychelle #petermj #angst #peter parker angst #major character death #fanfic #👀

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ghostprincess · 5 years

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Sweet Things, Ch. 3 (Mysterio x Reader)

Ok I feel kinda dirty after writing this lol nothing too explicit yet though. Thank you for all the feedback babes, I’m in such awe. Hope you enjoy! This series will be a five parter, by the way. Happy reading!

Summary: Mysterio kidnaps Y/N Parker as leverage against Peter, as well as because he has taken a liking to her. But the longer she stays with him, the more twisted her reality becomes, until it’s nothing but him. Will Peter be able to save her before it’s too late? Dark!fic, Stockholm Syndrome, dub-con, etc.

Warnings: ffh spoilers, emotional distress, violence, explicit sexual content, mysterio’s psychopathy, dub-con, restraints, manipulation

“Y/N, why didn’t you save me? You could have helped me,” Peter whispered.

“Why, Y/N?” asked Aunt May.

“You let him die.” MJ glared, her face splattered with drops of blood.

“I’d be ashamed to have you as a sister,” Ned spat.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please,” I begged.

“I hate you,” Peter said softly. “It should have been you.”

I woke up with a start, covered in cold sweat. I had fallen asleep on the ground, my arms twisted awkwardly around the pole. My body was caught in a space somewhere between pain and numbness; a combination of pulled muscles, bruised and bloody wrists, and the side effects of the drugs Beck had been giving me.

I stared blankly at the empty room before me. The computers were shut down, the track lights off, and the only light came from a few blinking green dots on the monitors.

There was no clock, so I had no idea what time it was or how long I had been there.

I slowly sat up, wincing in pain as my joints popped. One of the machines let out a soft beep and I flinched violently, expecting some bloody, violent grand illusion to materialize before me… but nothing happened. I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes.

This is real. This is real. You’re alone.

The days and nights had all blurred together, and without any daylight, I didn’t know if it was the middle of the night or simply a lunch break for Beck’s workers.

It was rare that I had any time to myself in which I wasn’t drugged or plagued by illusions, and I felt the despair rise up in my chest. The memories of Peter’s never-ending deaths replayed in my head and suddenly I found myself deep inside a panic attack, sobbing into the empty air.

I was losing time, blacking out even when I was awake, and the knowledge that I was probably going insane made everything worse.

My wrists were bruised and bloody, the small cuts in my skin slowly turning into deep tears from yanking against the handcuffs. The scratched steel handcuffs and my mottled forearms were now stained with blood, both fresh and dried. My body ached incessantly, stiff and sore from the constant twisted positions I was kept in.

As the hours passed, my sobbing turned to moaning turned to silent tears, and then to a blank stare.

“Hey there, Y/N. How are you feeling?” Beck’s soft voice startled me. I hadn’t even noticed him enter the room, but he was kneeling on the ground in front of me. He was dressed in his full Mysterio costume without the helmet.

“Please don’t do it again,” I moaned, leaning my head forward against the pole.

I was just so tired…

Beck’s hand rested on the back of my head and he stroked my hair softly.

“Don’t do what, honey?”

“Please, please, I can’t take it anymore,” I sobbed. He chuckled softly, still petting my head.

“You’re the most entertaining person to get to, you know that? So responsive. Like a little puppet.” His grip tightened in my hair and I groaned as he yanked it, forcing me to look straight ahead.

“Y/N?” Peter’s voice echoed from across the room.

I shuddered and slammed my eyes shut, harshly pulling at Beck’s hand, trying in vain to loosen his grip.

“Please please please…”

“Y/N! Thank god you’re okay!” The illusion continued, voice coming closer. Beck let go of my hair, my chin falling limp to my chest.

The gunshot barely got a reaction out of me this time.

Beck’s hand returned to stroke the back of my head, and he seemed to be enjoying the show. I hated myself for finding some sort of twisted comfort in the gesture.

“You could stop it, you know,” Beck whispered into my ear. “If you join me.”

I shuddered.

“You took everything… Please just kill me,” I whimpered.

The hand left my hair and I heard him stand up.

“Not today, Y/N. But don’t worry, I have plans for you.”

———

Mysterio’s illusions had been whirring around Peter and turning him every which way, stimulating his every sense, and he couldn’t tell what was real anymore.

“I control the truth! Mysterio is the truth!” Beck yelled from somewhere, his voice echoing in all directions. Peter fell to the ground, but suddenly he was trapped in a snowglobe, the buildings of New York rising up around him—

“If you’d have stayed out of my business, maybe Y/N would be okay right now.” The words echoed and Peter felt a new rage boil in this blood.

“Where is she?” He screamed, slamming his fist against the inside of the globe, shattering it. The glass shards spun around in midair and began to dart back towards him like knives, and he jumped out of the way, straight into a brick wall that wasn’t there before.

“She’s not doing too good, but don’t worry, Peter. I’ll take good care of her.” Mysterio materialized in front of him and Peter shot two webs at him to yank him closer— but Beck’s form disappeared and he narrowly escaped being crushed by the crane arm he had pulled toward himself.

“What did you do to her?” Peter screamed.

“I’m really sorry to have to do this, Peter,” Beck said from behind him. Peter turned around but saw nothing. “Fury always had to die, but you? You should have stayed out of it.”

“Show yourself, you coward!” He yelled hopelessly.

“I really am sorry, Peter.”

The last thing he heard was a horribly loud train horn and the headlights blinded him as it slammed into him.

———

“Last toast, to another battle won!” Beck yelled, and everyone cheered drunkenly, raising their glasses.

I didn’t know what kind of battle or against whom they were celebrating, but they had been at it for hours. Beck, fueled by drunken boldness, had treated me to a plastic cup filled with vodka. It was probably meant as a demeaning gesture or joke of some kind, but the hunger and thirst taking over my mind overlooked those details easily. Stupidly, I had downed the whole cup, barely even flinching at the sharp and bitter taste.

To put it simply, I was fucked up.

The lights were too bright to look anywhere but the backs of my eyelids and the ground was bitingly cold, but it somehow felt soothing. My head spun relentlessly as I leaned against the pole, and I spun in and out of consciousness like a blacked-out carousel.

The next thing I knew, warm hands were touching my face and lifting my head up gently, and I leaned into the comforting heat, needing this beautiful fiery entity to take me closer, to help me, I’m so cold…

“Open your eyes for me, honey… come on, Y/N, that’s it…” Beck’s voice swam in and out of my mind until I forced my eyes open, face to face with familiar bright blue eyes. I startled and shrunk away from the man, not really knowing which direction I was going, my head spinning and my vision swimming. I heard my back hit the wall harshly, but the pain didn’t seem to register, and Beck just smiled at me.

“W-what… what are y-you doing?” I slurred, and my arms suddenly fell to my sides. A distant sound of clanking metal brought me back to reality and I realized he had taken the handcuffs off.

“How are you feeling, honey?” He asked, and was that sincerity in his voice?

“I-It’s so c-cold,” I responded in a whisper, wrapping my sore arms around myself. Suddenly he leaned forward and I flinched, whimpering, until he softly shushed me.

Beck had leaned forward and pulled me into a loose embrace, and his body heat radiated like a furnace. I imagined sharp icicles melting next to a warm fire, and my body instantly relaxed into his.

“…so beautiful,” Beck was whispering, but I hadn’t heard anything else, just the flickering flames that made up his breath.

He leaned back and we locked eyes for a moment as he reached out to twirl a strand of my hair between his fingers.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he said again, and then I suddenly remembered that he had said it a few seconds ago too. Time was a construct and my awareness was slithering in and out of my conscience in a fevered chase, but his eyes looked like the moon reflecting on the ocean and he was so warm…

Quentin leaned forward and I closed my eyes as our lips finally met. He shifted so one arm was braced behind my back and the other hand held my upper arm in a loose grip, moving me, like a little puppet, he had said earlier.

His tongue slipped into my mouth and he tasted like cherries and alcohol, so good, so sweet…

My arms wound around his neck and I let him pin me back against the wall as he kissed me violently. Teeth and tongues clashed and soon I found myself pinned to the ground, his strong physique leaning over me and pushing me into the concrete. The fiery passion seemed to quell the hunger tearing at my insides and I moaned when he sank his teeth into the side of my neck, pulling him closer.

I just need to feel, he feels so good, don’t stop…

“So fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he slurred, but I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes. “Fucking mine,” he growled, and I whimpered in response.

#Quentin Beck #quentin beck x reader #mysterio #mysterio x reader #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #spiderman far from home #spiderman ffh #spider-man far from home #peter parker x reader #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #ffh spoilers

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lovelyparkers · 4 years

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the lifeguard (1)

part one!

summary: you're a summer lifeguard at coney island's beach and peter convinces his friends to go. y'all are 18 in this and just graduated! 2.9k words

warnings: none really, just swearing, fluff and spice woo part two is gonna be spicier oops

peter knew from the moment you told him you were working on coney island's beach this summer that he would be there as much as possible. he had liked you all throughout high school. literally all four years and never did anything about it. but now high school was over and he knew you would slip right past him. plus seeing you on the beach in a tight red bathing suit? how could he say no to that. and of course, red was really his favorite color, and seeing it on you...that would be heaven.

you had discussed summer plans with peter and you told him of your new job. you told him how you would drive there every morning at 8 am and be there till 6 pm. 7 days of the week. but hey it payed well and you loved the beach. lots of kids from school frequented the beach too, so it's be nice to see your friends—and maybe part of you hoped you'd see peter.

peter had mentioned he had a night job in queens and besides that no other plans. you liked the boy. there was something about him that was just so endearing and when you talked or even looked at him you got butterflies. and don't even get me started on how you felt thinking about him.

you were all set the next day to go down to the beach for your first day in the job, feeling ecstatic. you had bought several different styles of red bathing suits, lots of sunscreen and a cute pair of sunglasses. you went through intense training about a month ago and were all ready to go. you'd spent other summers life guarding at your neighborhood pool, but wanted to go down to the beach for something different before heading off to college. and hey maybe you'll get to see a super cute boy aka peter there sometime, you dropped him hints.

the night of the last day of school, peter met up with ned, mj, and betty for celebratory pizza when he brought up the idea.

"so how 'bout we go down to the beach tomorrow? coney island," he asked while chewing.

michelle laughed, "why? because you know y/n is working there?"

"what? no! i didn't know she was working on eighth street."

"no one said she was working on eighth street peter," betty snapped.

"well i—"

michelle smirked, "just admit it, you like y/n."

michelle was one of your close friends and knew you somewhat liked peter so this was fun for her. but she was so happy he liked you back. you constantly complained about needing a boyfriend.

peter threw his hands up in defeat, "okay! okay! i like her!"

"i knew it!" ned screamed causing people in the pizza shop to look over at them awkwardly. "sorry."

peter's face flushed, "so, the beach?" everyone nodded. it was the beach for god sakes. hell yeah. and coney island was what they were all used to.

"i'm guessing we are going to eighth street right?" michelle teased.

"uh huh, and you're driving because you're the only one with a car!"

michelle groaned obnoxiously, "fine! but y'all are giving me gas money."

"we have to leave early so we don't get caught up in traffic," betty added.

"there's always traffic," ned replied.

"still there might be less."

"i don't think so it's summer—"

"guys stop! it's settled. eighth street, we'll leave at 8:30, mj is driving," peter spat.

everyone finally agreed and finished the last of the pizza. michelle got up to leave and said, "everyone meet at ned's i'll be there at exactly 8:30. if you're late we leave with out you, see ya losers."

the next morning at exactly 8:30 am, michelle pulled up outside ned's apartment in her dingy vintage car. ned was dressed to the nines in beach attire, as was betty. meanwhile peter was simply wearing flip flops, swim trunks and a white muscle tee, along with a blue beach towel draped around his shoulders. he had his grey backpack filled with snacks, sunscreen, his wallet, and other random shit. his black sunglasses shielded his eyes, as did his long brown curls that he had been growing out. it was almost 90° as well, so needless to say this was a much needed beach day. the boys packed some beach chairs and an umbrella into michelle's trunk then everyone hopped in the car, betty in the passenger seat, ned and peter in the back.

the drive wasn't too bad, it took 45 minutes with the traffic like said. and luckily they were able to find a parking spot in about five minutes of arriving which was rare. everyone got out and grabbed their things, running to the beach.

"guys! we should set up close to the lifeguard stand, you know in case of emergency," peter yelled over the noisy wind and boardwalk.

"you mean a y/n emergency?" michelle laughed causing peter to turn red. michelle decided to lead the rest of the way onto the beach and down the mat to find an open spot. michelle plopped her chair down like ten feet to the right of your lifeguard stand. the boys and betty were still trudging through the sand.

"hey y/n!" michelle called up to you.

"mj! hey! what are you doing here? i thought you hated the beach!"

"i do! i'm just a chauffeur. but hey i wanted to see you too!"

"oh cool!" you shouted back, taking long looks at the water since your coworker wasn't here yet. "who are you with?"

as you asked that, the staggering three came into your view and they all waved to you. peter was at the back of the group acting relatively shy. "i'll make sure you guys don't drown!" you shouted again, making them laugh. you got back to looking out in the water through your sunglasses, the cool shade of an umbrella over your head allowing you to somewhat relax from the intense heat. meanwhile, peter was taking glances at you every few seconds as the crew set up their beach spot. michelle immediately sat down in her chair, pulling out a book. ned and betty set up the other chairs and laid down a sheet in front of them to put their coolers and bags on, throwing a shoe on each corner. peter set up the umbrella since he was obviously the strongest one to stick in through the sand. he easily pushed it into the sand and pulled the cover up, making a nice circle of shade around the four of them. you couldn't deny that you snuck a look or two at peter's clenching back muscles as he jammed the umbrella into the ground.

"mj, wanna go touch the water with us?" ned asked innocently.

"no."

"okay then..."

peter, ned and betty went down to the water to feel it. it was brisk, but it felt nice under the 90 degree sun. tons of people were already in the water cooling off. you watched peter run a hand through his long locks and let it blow in the wind, making it a mess. but a cute one per say. you stood up on the stand, pushing your sunglasses up on your head to get a better look. he was splashing and kicking the water at his friends, laughing his head off. betty was screaming like the water was going to kill her while ned just joined it. peter's muscle tee left little to the imagination, allowing you to see his brawny muscles that he always hid in school. his pecs were also quite prominent through the front of his shirt as well, it was a bit see through, being white and all. and gosh you just couldn't imagine what he would look like when he-

you stopped your train of thought when peter looked directly up at you on the lifeguard stand. he smiled, mid laugh, teeth showing. you couldn't see his eyes under the sunglasses but they were bright and admirable. you grinned back at him, waving yet again, mouthing a 'hey.' peter waved too, with both hands up in the air, mouthing a 'hey' back. he turned back to his friends and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. god, you looked so good. your hair was blowing in the wind and you had a red bikini top and bottoms tied around your body. your lifeguard whistle was on a lanyard around your neck, hanging just in between your boobs. (ur hot asf and u cant convince me otherwise) the sight of you almost caused him to combust, how could you look that good. and he could just almost imagine what you would look like without-

"peter?"

"huh?" he asked quickly.

"you zoned out," ned said.

he scoffed, "oh yeah, i just- yeah, i'm good."

"is it y/n," ned winked.

peter shook his head up and down. he didn't even care that anyone knew. he just really, really liked you. and seeing you on the beach in that attire, didn't help his problem.

he rushed back to sit down in his beach chair, resting his slightly sweaty forehead in his hands to try to relax himself. he got way too worked up way too fast.

"you saw y/n i guess?"

peter looked up to see michelle laughing at him.

"why don't you just talk to her you weirdo."

"i don't know i- she's just- y/n is...i can't."

"yeah you can dumbass. just say hi."

"what are we talking about?" betty asked as her and ned sat down with the two. "he won't talk to y/n," michelle answered.

ned perked up, "peter! why don't you just pretend to drown, then she will save you and give you mouth to mouth! she said she would make sure you didn't drown."

"i'm pretty sure that's illegal," michelle said.

"yeah i-i can't do that."

"then just go talk to her," betty said agreeing with mj.

peter hopped out of his chair and started toward the lifeguard stand before stopping on his tracks at the sight of you greeting your apparent coworker. your coworker was a guy, probably around 20 years old and obviously good looking. he had messy blond hair paired with abs. nothing like peter's though. peter suddenly felt a pang of jealousy as you laughed at something he said. he watched the guy put a hand on your back, as he settled down. peter returned to his chair and slumped down, cheeks red from both the sun and jealousy. once peter sat down you scanned your eyes around looking for him and eventually landing on the boy in his chair.

your coworker was busy watching everyone in the water but you hopped down from the stand to keep an eye on some little kids...and maybe peter. just as your feet hit the sand, a gust of wind blew by, pulling peter's beach umbrella out of the ground and almost smacking you down, had you not caught it. peter had jumped up to try to grab and it and he ran after the umbrella only to be met by you holding it out to him. "here you go pete," you said smiling.

"thanks," he whispered, grabbing the umbrella from your hands.

"you gonna swim?" you asked him.

"oh," he looked at the water then back at you, trying not to get distracted by how good your boobs looked in that top, "yeah. we're gonna swim like, soon."

"cool."

"yeah," he said twirling the umbrella stick in between his hands.

"it's great to see you peter, you look great."

he blushed, looking down then back up, "you do too. look good i mean. you look great y/n...red suits you."

"thanks," you giggled. you had to stop yourself from reaching out and feeling his muscles. there was a moment of silence between you two until you realized you had to work. "i'm gonna uh, you know, get back to work. i'll find you on my break, be careful out there."

"i will," peter replied softly, watching you climb up the stand, ass almost in his face. you looked back down at him smiling. he shyly waved and returned to push the umbrella back into the ground.

"what took you so long? i could barely see my book!"

"i was talking to y/n. she said she's gonna find me on her break," he happily stated. peter had a little bounce in his step now, feeling more energised and confident. "c'mon guys! let's go swimming!"

"i'll pass," michelle shouted.

ned and betty obliged and got ready to head into the water. peter put his sunglasses in his back pack, not caring to lose yet another pair in the ocean. then he pulled off his shirt, revealing his once hidden abs to the world. his swim trunks sat on his hips, exposing his v-like slightly. you were lucky to have caught a glimpse of this show, sucking in a sharp breath when peter pulled off his shirt. shit. he was hot. of course he was.

he ran down the sand and straight into the water, diving under a wave when it got deep enough. you watched him intently, back muscles flexing when he dove. as he came up out of the water, he whipped his curls out of his face, facing you. you had no idea if it was on purpose or not but god did it make you shiver. this was gonna be a long day.

you watched him gracefully swim in the water and body surf waves so effortlessly. it made being a lifeguard less boring in all honesty. but gosh were you besotted with him. and when he walked out of the water to go back to his chair, it was like he was walking in slow motion, the way hot people do in movies. and it was gorgeous to watch. water was dripping all the way down his body. droplets would fall from his now even darker, wet curls onto his face and down his neck, then onto his broad chest and toned abs, finally reaching the waist band of his swim trunks. right to his v-line. you almost audibly gasped right there.

as peter walked by the stand he looked up at you, again running a hand through his wet curls to push it out of his face. he grinned at you, knowing you were watching him. and you stared right back. he was showing off wasn't he? two can play this game. you pushed your sunglasses back up on your head and made direct eye contact with him, causing peter to stumble in the sand. you laughed and put your glasses back down. he was so cute and hot at the same time. how?

when your break came around, you decide to head into the water and cool off. your coworker took over, watching you climb down the stand, as did peter. you slowly strutted toward the water, walking in slowly before it got deeper and dunking your head under the cool water. peter eyed you from the beach, hunching over with his elbows on his thighs. his sunglasses blocked the lustful gaze from anyone else's view luckily. when you came up out of the water he watched it drip all over your body and glisten on your face. he couldn't take his eyes off you.

you looked over to peter, since you did promise you'd find him during your break. you saw he was staring at you and just smirked. you pointed at him on the beach. he sat up in shock and poked his finger on his chest as to say, 'wait, me?' you then curled your finger toward your body in a come here motion, obvious to peter. he stood up and went straight to you in the water, swimming out past the waves to you. as he got to your side you noticed how flushed his face was, you couldn't tell if it was from sunburn or something else. it was the latter.

"hey," you started.

"hey y/n."

"so what goes on?"

"nothing really..just...swimming."

"well i'm glad you're here. it made me really happy."

"me too. i'm happy to see you too." the two of you were just floating in the water, up and down waves with each other.

"you know i didn't think you'd actually come."

"what do you mean?"

"well obviously i wanted you to come while i'm working. i was dropping hints in school, if you couldn't tell."

peter chuckled, "no, no. i picked up on them. you're ah, you're really cool."

"so are you." you smiled at each other now, just enjoying the company and the semi peacefulness. until your coworker blew his whistle and pointed at you.

"that's me, i gotta go. see you later peter!" you swam off towards shore, peter watching you all the way to the stand. he smiled to himself, giddy over the fact that you wanted him to come here. and he just wanted to spend every second with you. you were truly the kindest and most beautiful person ever, that he couldn't get enough of.

now all he had to do was ask you on a date.

#peter parker imagine

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