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mvltisstuff · 6 months
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teenage fever - p.p **
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summary: peter helps cool his girl down after she gets in trouble at school
peter parker x reader
smut warning pookies 🤭
“got detention today, don’t have to drive me home :(“
peter saw the text the second it arrived, happy to see y/n’s name flash upon his screen. however, his face matched the emoji she put when he noticed what it said.
“what happened? i’ll pick you up and we can head back together after, okay?”
she left a little thumbs up on the message. “i’ll explain later, i’m just annoyed rn”
so, he waited in the parking lot for her. he never minds waiting for her, especially when it’s as rare as this. she never gets in trouble, she’s always been a good student, so he’s completely lost as to why she’s being punished. he sits in his car on his phone for a bit, still pondering why she may have gotten detention.
he saw her walk out of the back doors of the school, heading toward his car with her bag slung over one shoulder. he could instantly see the frustration on her face, and was ready to listen and be the best boyfriend he could.
she walked up, opening the door and sighing as she sat in the passengers seat. “you’ll never fucking guess.”
“i really don’t think i could,” he replies, looking into her face that almost has a smirk on it.
“my shitty calc teacher, right?”
“mhm, go on.”
“she reported my outfit to the office and gave me a detention for being disrespectful about it. all i said was that my outfit was fine! people wear shit like this all the time, and suddenly it’s a problem when i do it?”
peter realizes that he hasn’t gotten a good look at y/n today. at least he hasn’t seen her around school when they have this schedule. so, he takes his time now to scan the outfit that the math teacher supposedly hated.
her hair was pulled back lightly, a few pieces left out in the front. it shaped her face beautifully, the face peter admires every day. he looked down to her top, it was white with thin straps, the ends almost going into a corset-type of look. her waist was perfectly shaped, the one that peter always runs his hands down when standing beside her. the top pushed her boobs up as well, complimenting her lovely round breasts and cleavage that she showed. her shorts were just under her belly button, the dark blue showing off her hips and the way her thighs looked. he tried to sneak by a peek to her ass, turning peter into a hormonal freshman again. he takes in her entire figure, thinking about all the times he’s touched it, kissed it, pleasured it.
“you good?” y/n asks, her brows furrowing when they notice the blank stare on peters face. “babe, stop staring at my boobs, i’ve had enough of that today.”
“sorry!” he exclaims. “i think your outfits good- or hot- well you always look beautiful no matter what you wear.”
“thanks,” she smiles, seeing through his act. just by the way she looks at him, peter can feel himself getting warmer. every single time she fans her lashes while she looks up at him sends goosebumps down his arms, leading to his crotch as he shuffled uncomfortably in the driver seat. “you’re so funny sometimes.”
“what?” he asks.
“i just turned you on by stepping into this car, peter. don’t act all innocent on me,” she tells him, tilting herself more angled toward him. he notices the way her arms get closer together, pushing her tits together and peter can feel himself getting harder. “wow, maybe my teacher was right. maybe i am too distracting.”
she pulls a grin onto her face, letting her hand rest on his thigh. he shivers lightly, placing his own hand on top of hers. she places a hand on the side of his face, pushing his lips against her own. just by kissing her boyfriend, y/n could almost forget about the trouble she was in. she’d do it all again if it lead her to this, though. his hand brushes against her knuckles, lightly floating her hand over his sweatpants.
they are both fully facing each other, eyes shut as they fall into the others mouth. peter could always make her feel like they were the only people in the world, and no one else mattered.
he could easily taste the flavored gloss she had on, the scent instantly entering his nose as she inches closer to him. his fingers ran over her jaw and over her hair, admiring the silky strands on her head that he loved so much. he wishes the noises she made were louder, so he could hear her little noises perfectly, just the ones that turn him on more. it lasts for minutes, her hands trailing down to his thick biceps from all the crime fighting he did. her touch was always warm besides the cool feeling of her few rings on his skin. he let himself wander down to her waist, caressing the side before landing them onto her hips.
“y/n,” he groans into her mouth, pulling away slowly to lean his head against hers.
“shh,” she cuts him off. “i know what you want.”
“i want you to wear this every day.”
“yeah, yeah,” she mumbles, chuckling at him as he writhes under her touch. one of his hands still remains on her hip as she starts to inch her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. he can feel himself getting antsy for her to touch him, to do anything to him to relieve the pressure in his body.
his wish is her command in an instant, helping him to pull down the sweatpants past his crotch to reveal his boxers underneath. when she peels down the boxers, his hardened dick is immediately in her grasp, her mouth watering just by looking at his. she leaves a soft kiss on his tip, only relieving an gram of tightness through his abdomen.
she wraps her hand around his shaft, starting to pump lightly and gets the sweetest moan from peters lips. she adores seeing him like this, the way he falls into her grasp and lets her please him. “jesus, y/n.”
“i know, baby,” she smiles up at his blushed face while he looks at his favorite sight. she takes her tongue and drags it up the underside of his dick, wrapping her mouth around him and keeping her hands on the end. peters hands fly around the place at the intensity, not knowing where to put them until he places one on y/n’s head and the other on the side of his thigh.
she bobs her head up and down on him, sucking his dick with such ease that it makes him more turned on than he’s ever been. he hates to think of this, but he thinks of her in that class, her perfect body on display for him as the teacher eyes her.
the way his dick throbs and jumps makes her feel the arousal form in her heat, just knowing that she’s completely wet over hearing peters moans for her. she pulls back, letting the saliva form in her mouth before sucking her mouth back onto him. she looks over at his veiny hands clutching the car door, his chest heavily breathing and heart pounding. “y/n, fuck i’m really close.”
she signals to him that he can come by just continuing her motions on him. her extra hand moves down to his balls while she fondles them as he groans out into the thick air of the car. when he finally reaches his orgasm, his cum coats the inside of her mouth, settling in her tongue as she wipes some from her lip. he laughs when he watches her swipe some off her chin and swallow the rest, only finding it hotter as he gets hard again.
once peter catches his breath again, he loops his finger through the belt holes in her shorts, pulling them up toward him and he’s able to see the curve of her ass in them and he watches her thigh swing over him, just remembering all the times he’s been in-between them.
“wait,” he starts. “get these off.” he points to the shorts, helping her peel them off her legs to noticed the lacy pair of panties she had on underneath. he doesn’t bother to take her shirt off, not wanting to waste another moment where he’s not inside of her. “you look so hot today, baby.”
“thanks, peter,” she grins against his lips. “but i can just tell from how hard you are right now.” she grinds herself into his crotch, the fabric of her underwear rubbing against him, making him moan. he reached down, moving her panties to the side and runs his fingers through her warm folds. she pushes her warmth up against his dick, sliding his length through her slick pussy.
“you’re this wet for me already?”
“you’re crazy if you think i haven’t been this wet for you all day.” she whispers into his ear. “honestly, there wasn’t a period today that i didn’t think about you fucking me in this car, peter. even in detention.”
“it’s a good thing mr. stark tinted my windows, can’t see anything in here.”
she continues to rock her hips against him before he reaches underneath them. he shoves two of his fingers into her vagina, craving the taste of her on his tongue. she sighs out at the feeling of him filling her with just two of his fingers, only to be disappointed when he pulls them out again.
he brings them to his mouth, sucking on his fingers before reaching back down to his own dick, slipping it through her folds before sinking into her pussy.
they moan out simultaneously, instantly feeling somewhat relieved of the horniness they felt early. he still grabs a hold of her waist, helping bounce her up and down on his shaft as he moans out sweet nothings in her ear. “oh my god, y/n, this feels so good.”
she runs her fingers through his hair, ruining the small amount of gel he had applied that morning. his own arms reached around, pulling her into his chest and having her lean against him, his head fully in her soft tits and he was finally in heaven.
he reached another one of his hands down, circling her clit with his thumb and getting closer with the thought of him inside of her. he starts to tease the small nerves, making her moan out and pull him closer against her. “holy shit, peter!”
he starts thrusting up into her, using his lower body to slam into her repeatedly. he admired the way her boobs jiggle to the action of him fucking her. the coil in his stomach only began to tighten more, knowing that his second orgasm was close. he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to contain himself and resist cumming inside her warm pussy, but luckily birth control exists.
“peter, i’m gonna cum,” she announces, feeling his thrusts get choppier inside of her. “fuck, fuck, fuck! peter!” she utters out to each of his last thrusts before feeling his own release warm inside of her. the fireworks inside of her went off, feeling the intense stream of pleasure through her nerves. her heart thumps against her chest as she comes down from the high, peters thrusts only being slow and sensual now.
“god, i’ll never get enough of you.” peter mumbles into her neck, giving it light pecks as they both relax in each others arms.
“thank you,” she says.
“for what?”
“well, first of all for that awesome sex, and second, just for being there. you didn’t have to wait for me.”
“i’m glad i did, trust me. i’ll always wait for you.” he tells her, making a cheesy beam grow on her mouth. “i love you.”
“i love you, too, peter.” she plants one last kiss to his lips before moving back to her own seat.
lil extra smth
when peter and y/n walk in together, he slightly trails behind her, noticing the lightness and excitement in her mood. she walks into the room, the fellow avengers sitting around. sam, bucky, and steve were all playing cards games at the table as nat watched over them. tony sat on the couch, reading over something about him that was released in the news paper.
they hear friday announce that y/n and peter have arrived, and they surely didn’t expect a bubbly y/n in her outfit to come waltzing in. “hi, guys!” she says, looking around and giving them a nice smile as peter walks in, too.
“what’s got her so bubbly today?”
“i got a detention today!” she says, with no apparent upset on her face. “sorry we’re later than normal.” she looks at nat next making eye contact and winking at her as she skips away to her room. peter trails behind, almost shamefully walking away from the rest of them. nat just looks at her drink smirking while it swirls in the cup, knowing exactly what’s got y/n so thrilled. she gives a certain face to everyone else, signaling what went down.
“are you kidding me?” sam complains. “you’re telling me parker got laid today and i didn’t?”
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justice-maul · 8 months
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Can I request Tom's peter parker x male reader
Peter hasn't seen his bf for a while and when they finally meet they try to have sex and make out but are getting interrupted by the avengers every single time. Getting Peter annoyed little by little until he finally reaches his limits and tells the avengers to leave them alone since he is going to get fucked by his bf and doesn't want any interruptions
With a breeding kink, eating out peters ass, playing with peters pecs, praising kink
Thanks :)
«Temptation» Tom!Peter Parker x Top Avenger Male Reader
Word count: 1,366
Author Note: thank you anon I love this request so far it’s one of my favs! English isn’t my first language!
WE WERE JUST AT 400 A FEW DAYS AGO AND NOW I HAVE NEAR 800 FOLLOWERS?!?! YALL ARE THE BEST I LITERALLY LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH ❤️
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Warning(s)⚠: Sub Peter, breeding, rim job, breast/pec play, nipple play, p in a, and of course, praise
It’s been so long since Peter has seen let alone touched his boyfriend, with the constant missions you two weren’t able to do anything together but finally, you two were both free and he was desperate to just feel you…
You two were in his room on the bed with Peter in your lap straddling your waist, his hands rested on your shoulders, your lips on his just as desperate to taste him as he was eager, you gently sucked his lip between your teeth, nipping at his bottom lip signaling him to open his mouth just enough for your tongue to slide into his warm wet mouth
But suddenly there’s a knock on the door and both of you are forced to pull away as Tony comes in to grab Peter for yet another time-consuming project, and it wasn’t the first time the Avengers had cock blocked both of you
Last week you were on top of him your hands trailed down his pants and felt up the fat of his ass as he let out a soft noise of pleasure in your mouth before Sam sent you a text to help him train. After a mission, Peter and you were desperate to feel each other as he palmed your cock but Steve sent out a message to all the Avengers for a long meeting
You can see that it was starting to get to Peter so one day as you two were on your couch in your bedroom you gently gripped his thigh moving your hand deeper in between as you began to kiss his neck in order to calm down his nerves, he let out a little whine as he’s been needy to just feel any sexual contact these past few weeks
Your lips gently sucked on his neck, pressing in hickeys to his skin as you began to leave light bites along his nape letting your teeth graze his skin causing him to let out louder noises but just as your hand moved to his pants one by one the avengers all came into the room
You saw Peter’s hands clench into fists as he watched all the Avengers swarm into your room and began to talk as if you two weren’t even there trying to spend time together alone and he couldn’t help but just snap, finally reaching his limit and stood up
“All of you, get out NOW!”
He yelled, it was unusual to see Peter yelling at anyone but it was clear he was pissed. “You have been bothering us all week can’t you leave for one day?!” He snapped and slowly the Avengers began to leave and he slammed the door shut behind them making it clear that he didn’t want anyone to disturb him
He let out a sigh of relief and turned back to you and you couldn’t help but just chuckle and you grab his waist pulling him in against your body and smashing your lips against his and soon you two were on the couch again making out, your hands snaked up his sweater lifting up right above his chest and began to gently grope his pecs
"Your body's so beautiful baby" You whispered against his lips causing him to shudder as your hands felt up his pecs gently squeezing and groping the fat, Peter was always incredibly sensitive and his chest was one of his weakest areas, especially his pink little buds
You pushed him against the couch getting in between his thighs as you began to grope his chest, feeling the supple skin against your fingers through his sweater was already driving you crazy and causing him to make the most pornographic noises only by you just you barely touching his chest
“Keep making those pretty noises for me sweetheart," you manhandled him on his knees with his ass raised in the air and removed both his pants and underwear, his sweater being the only piece of clothing left. He hid his face on the armrest as you grabbed handfuls of his cheeks
You waste no time in spreading his plump ass making his pink hole twitch as your breath fans over it jerking forward when you press your tongue flat against his rim and you began to take long strips along his hole making him whine pathetically which turned into a string of cusses as you pushed your tongue inside his slick heat
You can barely make out anything he was babbling but you continued to fuck his hole with your tongue, pulling back for a moment, you licked your own fingers, coating them in saliva before pushing two inside of his heat, your tongue joining them, spreading him open while enjoying the way he arched his back against your face
Your cock throbbed and harden between your legs, leaking precum into your boxers as it begged for attention when you finally were able to scissor and put three fingers inside him, is when you decided he was ready and pulled your fingers out of his cunt unbuckling your belt
When Peter saw you pull out your hardening length he felt a wave of nervousness and excitement coursing through him as you gently flipped him over on his back. Slowly, you began pushing into him inch by inch, “You're taking me in so well Peter, just relax for me baby, I’ll always take care of you,” you continued to praise him even as you bottomed out letting him adjust to your size
“I’m ready… you can start moving now…” he said nervously but you both knew when it came down to it he wasn’t shy about wanting your cock at all “Fuck, you feel so good,” you groaned feeling his tightness wrap around you, you began moving slowly inside of him his eyes locked in yours the entire time as you made love to him
“You’re so fucking beautiful Pete,” you added, your voice full of praise making him moan softly “I can’t believe I get to be with you like this…” Wordlessly, Peter pulled you into a passionate, heated kiss. You moaned into his mouth feeling your passion for him growing with each passing moment.
You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer as you continued to thrust into his sloppy hole. "Fuck, baby, you're so fucking sexy," you whispered against his lips making him whimper. "I can't get enough of you." You deepened the kiss, your tongue tangling with his. Peter’s brain turning to mush as he whispered “I love you” over and over again, against your lips
“I love you too baby, M’gonna fill you up so fucking good, gonna make you mine…” your voice thick with lust as you began to thrust harder and faster, slamming your body into his with each movement making him babble and moan loudly from your length dragging along his heat
“Come on baby, let me hear you scream,” you added with your eyes locked on his “Let me hear how much you want it.” He yelled out wordless moans, screaming for your cock so loudly there was no way the Avengers hadn’t heard you two now but neither of you cared at the moment
Your hips moved faster, fucking into him relentlessly “Gonna cum, gonna cum, f-fuck!” You felt him tighten around your hardness making you groan loudly as he screamed, your thrusts becoming sloppy as you both came together, feeling your cum gushing out of your cock filling him up, and his shooting out over his own stomach
“Feel so full…” he said breathlessly, you put a hand over his lower abdomen and pulled out, watching as his cum seeped out of his messy hole, “That was just what I needed,” he said panting and resting his head on the armrest as you chuckled and gently helped him to the shower to get you both cleaned up.
Let’s just say when you guys both came out of your room no one made eye contact and made sure to always ask you two if you were busy before bothering either of you, some of the Avengers made jokes about it (especially Tony) and every time they did Peter would groan and hide us head in his hands making you laugh
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equalheart · 1 year
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his hoodie
𓆩♡𓆪 — tasm!peter x gn!reader (but could also be any peter!), fluff (like ew cutesy type of fluff), established relationship, kinda suggestive-y joke?
“Are you really wearing my hoodie right now?” Peter can’t hold back his smile when you come down the stairs. You’re wearing his zip up with some shorts, and one of your t-shirts underneath—something so simple yet he can’t stop staring. “Yeah, is there a problem?”
He chuckles at your teasing tone. “No.. no problem at all. I really like it” he stutters over himself while wrapping one arm around your waist, and you don’t hesitate to put your arms around his broad shoulders. “I really like it too.” you smile as he leans into a kiss, smiling inbetween.
He hums “you should wear my clothes more often, you look great.” You pull entirely off of him. “I don’t look great always?” You fake a scoff and turn around. “Hey, hey, woah. We both know you look great always. Maybe my clothes make you look extra great. Seeing you in them makes me feel great.” You turn, notice a tint to his cheeks and he grabs your waist again. Your hands sit on his chest.
“Let me make you feel extra great.” You mutter on his lips, leaning into another kiss.
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devotion · 1 year
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only you | p.p
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summary: peter needs you after his patience snaps.
w/c: 1.1k+ | p.p masterlist
warnings: swears? tiniest bit of angst, fluff (should fluff really be a warning tho?)
prompts: kitchen counter make-outs | “i’ve had a terrible day at work so just kiss me”
notes: when i read this before continuing this wip after so so long, i realised that it was inspired by a spidey/venom comic i read in march/april so... idk which one it was but hopefully you don’t need much context. also, i love (v)eddie, but for the purpose of this blurb.... i do not. (i do.)
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peter’s hot-headed, irate and enervated whilst a throbbing headache troubles him.
there are a number of conspicuous changes in his behaviour that you notice instantly when he’s like this; along with his clenched jaw, his fist closed into a tight ball has his upper arm bulging out of his t-shirt, and one specific vein more prominent than ever, you would go out your way to consider that this attitude in some way is lewd. but not when he has the super-strength to punch through the wall with his bare hands and you both have to suffer the consequences of it.
it’s more than evident when you see the steam emitting from his ears, as his figure storms through the front door. peter’s composure only seems to settle the slightest bit when he turns around to lock it. his arm then rests on the doorframe, followed by his head.
he comes through to the living room of your usually humbling home that you two share, rips his bag off his shoulder and throws it off to the far end of the room, whereupon you hear a tear from behind him as he does so. a series of cracks sound after his bag hits the wall. it makes you cringe badly.
by the looks of it, not only has he tore the wallpaper, but he’s cracked the wall behind.
peter, realising what he’s just done, begins to blurt out to apologise, “i-”
“—no. just... water first,” you cut him off, leaving to the kitchen to fetch a glass.
rubbing the back of his neck as he pads to the kitchen, he sees you fill it with the water filter once he’s there. your eyes dart towards him in the doorway, moving to go get some ice from the freezer.
you’re surprised he’s simmered down so quickly, but you know him best — he isn’t one to be enraged for too long. now that he’s caused damage to the wall in the living room, he definitely shouldn’t be anyway.
when you give him it, he’s relocated to the counter behind you, accepting the glass when you offer him it.
peter mumbles a thank you before drinking, then waits for a moment or two for you to meet his gaze. after downing it whole, a hand finds yours, causing you to look up. he maintains eye contact whilst he starts with, “i’m sorry, baby. i really am.”
your eyebrows raise to indicate that he explains further. his shoulders slump.
“he’s pissing me off,” he admits, voice tremulous, “so so much, y/n.”
“who?” you squeeze his hand.
“you know...” he replies, before you squint an eye, tilting your head ever so slightly to indicate that you, in fact, don’t know. “eddie...” peter comes out with before he sighs, “it’s eddie.”
your mouth turns in an ‘o’ as he hands you back the glass. he’s mentioned a friend that he’s known for a long time, but the problem is that he’s become somewhat of an adversary as of recently. a walking havoc, new york thinks, and a hulking and distorted version of your boyfriend’s alter-ego.
“he does everything he can to show me that i’m some kinda wimp to not have done anything about kasady,” he observes in annoyance, “in every. possible. way.”
“he’s gonna let it go some day, pete,” you try to convince him, to no avail since he begins to roll his eyes and replies with, “it’s been 3 months. he’s even got a job at the bugle.”
he contemplates loudly, “he killed him though, so what’s left?” he laughs before shaking his head, “stupid bastard.”
“weren’t you once friends with said bastard?” you tease.
“and i fought tooth and nail to get him away from me when he sabotaged everything we had: our trust.”
and with that, peter’s reminded of the relentless ordeal he's having to endure with eddie. it must be the nonsensical alien in his mind.
“no way am i letting you talk to him.”
too late. you met at a party weeks ago.
“wasn’t fucking gonna anyway,” you huff, having no intention to in the first place, “he’s like a smidge hot but he’s not...” you move your hands in an attempt to try to explain what you’re about to say, mouth fumbling for the right words, continuing instead with: “you know, a hero, if you will.”
“yeah,” he smirks mockingly, tongue clicking against his cheek, “hero, my ass.”
he thinks about the thing that’s nagging him, one that eddie confessed to him just half an hour ago. he trusts you, with everything and anything, but the image of eddie sweeping up your feet torments him.
you’re noticing his demeanour again, shifting to what seems to be more angry, “that bad, huh? i—”
“—he likes you!”
startled, your eyes meet his — seeing him look down and away; poor peter thinks that you knowing that will ever change your feelings for him, that eddie has a chance with you. it’s all a ruse. why would you ever think of doing so, when you have the paragon of a boyfriend right in front of you, in your heart and forevermore?
then your hands proceed to his shoulders to gain his attention, letting them rest there before you rub them.
“peter, i know.”
“look, i don’t li- wait... what? how?” his eyebrows relax, eyes softening. it was stupid thinking you hadn’t bumped into him yet.
there’s a few moments of silence as he gazes at you, unnecessary insecurities gnawing at him briefly before he lets it go to ask in a whisper: “why didn’t you tell me?”
“because he means shit to me, sweetheart,” you urge, “i don't have an ounce of love for him, i don’t see him that way.”
the jealousy vanishes into thin air as you say that, leaving him feeling feeble-minded that he ever even thought about eddie with you. you continue to reassure him, “better yet, i’ve never really thought about it. you shouldn’t either.”
“fine,” he nods, sighing, “i’m so-”
“stop apologising, pete, just... forget about it, it’s okay.” you bring his head towards your chest, and he nestles in the midst of it.
all until he grabs the underside of your thighs, spinning you a hundred and eighty degrees so your bum sits comfortably on the counter.
he beseeches you, “i’ve had a terrible day, though, so just please... please kiss me.” he pouts. “tell me i’m yours, baby.”
your palm rests against his cheek, grinning, “you’re mine, pete. always have been, always will be.”
when your lips meet his, he smiles into it instantly, the ache in his heart recovering. his arms embrace you whole as he leans into you, desperate, and you taste nothing but the burning kick inviting on his tongue. it tells you only one thing, which only you’re able to discern as such.
you pull away, wiping the moisture that’s evident next to his mouth. “upstairs?”
he nods fervently.
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bradtomlovesya · 1 year
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Choices. 2
Two: Tick Tock
Peter Parker x reader series
Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.
Warnings: Pure Angst!, Peter being kinda an idiot, mentions of cheating, swearing.
w/c: 2.3k +
a/n: I changed the name of the chapters and now I am happier with them. Hope you like them and enjoy this chapter! As always, coments, reblogs and likes are completely appreaciated. Thank you so much for all the love and suppor this series is having. I will be forever grateful! ❤️. Gif not mine.
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Peter left your apartment that night and his last words were:
"I'm going to fix it, I promise."
He never answered yes or no. He never gave you a concrete answer as to who he wanted to be with, her or you.
The truth is, even Peter didn't know. It was true that he loved you. But it was also true that seeing MJ remember him made his heart beat a mile a minute.
Peter Parker was many things, but it was always clear to him that he had to do the right thing. He always (or at least almost always) knew it was the right thing to do. And, if he didn't, his Aunt May was there to advise him and tell him what to do.
But now May wasn't there. Maybe that's why it was so hard for him to give up on MJ. They were both the only women he had loved in a long time and he lost them on the same day. Having Michelle's memory back made him feel like he had at least gotten one of them back.
However, Parker didn't know if he needed MJ in his life. After all, he already had a life with you. HAD in the past tense. Because obviously you broke up with him after you saw him kissing his ex-girlfriend at the carnival.
Ned, on the other hand, still didn't remember him. And he probably never would again. MJ was a mere pure stroke of luck and the brown-haired boy didn't know if it was a blessing from the universe or if he just wanted to taunt him by putting him in a situation no one wants to be in.
Although he still wasn't sure if he would be able to forgive him for what he did. The brown-eyed man had to make a decision. Go back to MJ and bring his past with him into his present or try with you and continue with his present into the future.
Peter thought it best to go out on patrol and clear his head in the cool night air. That's when he decided he should give you the time you asked for and go out with MJ. Not as a couple, at least for now or maybe never, but as friends who haven't seen each other in a long time and need to unwind from everything that has happened in their lives.
You managed to catch a glimpse of them on one of their outings. They were walking around campus while eating a slice of pizza and laughing about God knows what.
Your heart sank even deeper into your chest. You were already a mess trying to live without him. Now you had to watch him be happy with her too?
Right there you felt selfish. You didn't want Peter to laugh with her. You wanted him to laugh with you.
The aforementioned wiped the corner of MJ's mouth with a napkin and a tear slid down your cheek as you thought of the many times he did the same for you.
'She's not me' you repeated to yourself. But even then you couldn't stop the hole growing in your chest at catastrophic speeds.
They were there, laughing and eating while you were miserable, and yet you couldn't hate Peter for loving her.  In spite of everything, you loved him.
Love is a double-edged sword.
Two days later you were watching Netflix in your bedroom when your phone vibrated on the coffee table. The screen was lit up with the word 'Peter♡' and your breath caught in your lungs. Should you answer it? your heart asked. Should you ignore it? your brain asked.
The heart won the battle this time. You answered the call.
"H-" you cleared your throat. You wanted to sound as neutral as possible. "Hello?"
"Y/n..." his voice was barely a whisper. "I didn't know if you were going to answer" his voice was so low that you had to turn up the volume as high as it would go and give him your full attention.
"What's wrong?" you asked.
"Nee-" he coughed. "I need your help...please" a faint whimper was heard from his side of the line and that was enough to worry you. Something wasn't right.
"Peter? Is everything all right? What's wrong?" your voice was now one of concern. You've never turned your back on those you love and care about, you weren't about to start now.
"I... I'm kind of hurt" he breathed again and your breath hitched. "It's not serious but-" he paused. "I can't get up." He confessed.
"Where are you?" you got up from the small couch to look for your shoes. "Peter?" You worried about his breathing on the other end of the line.
"In my apartment" he grunted in pain. "Shit."
"I'm on my way" you hung up the call and grabbed your keys. You still kept your copy of the ones to his apartment so getting inside it wasn't a problem.
You leave your keys on the plate on the counter and remove your shoes as quickly as you can before running to her room.
"Peter?" you ask when you don't see him and pause to scan his room.
"Here!" he groans. He made too much force when he spoke so you could hear him from the bathroom.
You walk in and see him lying in the unfilled bathtub. He was dressed in nothing but his boxers but it didn't bother you. It's not like you haven't seen him like this before.
"I tried to take a shower but I slipped and I don't have the strength or energy to get up" he smiles apologetically in your direction.
"I see..." you walk over and see his suit on the floor. "Why a shower?" you ask.
"The guy I stopped was doing weird experiments and threw some weird substance at me. I preferred not to take any chances and showered as soon as I got home" he clarified.
"Let me help you" you hold his arms and help him stand up.
Peter felt more than embarrassed at that moment. Because of what he had told you and because you were too good to say no to him when he needed help.
"Thank you" he sits on his bed and takes the towel you offer him so he can dry off.
"Is the medicine cabinet in the same place?" you ask. It's been a little over two weeks since you've been in his apartment.
Having him so close and yet so far away hurts like a million needles pricking your heart. But none of this was your fault, it was his and he's the one who should fix it. Even though you saw him so happy with MJ, you still had hope that he was going to choose you and come back to you.
It's okay to dream, isn't it?
You bandage his wounds after cleaning them and turn around so he can put on some boxers and gym shorts with a little privacy. You didn't leave the room because you were afraid he would fall while doing it so turning around was enough.
"Thank you for coming. I know I don't deserve it" he mumbles with his eyes on you as you turn to look at him.
"It's true... Maybe you don't deserve it coming from me" you shrug. "But I can't help but help the people I love.
'People I love' Peter's eyes sparkled at that phrase. You still loved him, that was more than enough.
"I really appreciate it" He smiles and watches you sit next to him on the bed.
"Why didn't you call MJ?" you ask abruptly. It was a question you asked yourself since he called you for help.
"She's busy, she couldn't come." He said without thinking.
And then reality hits you in the face and chills you like a bucket of cold water.
"So I was your second choice just because she couldn't" Your voice is serious. You just remembered how everything went down the drain in one night.
"What? No?" he frowns. "That's not what I wanted-"
"Save your excuses. I don't want to hear them," you stand up and look at him seriously. "You're already bandaged and in your bed. Next time, don't call me."
"Y/n. Please" he tries to get up but his side hurts "That's not what I meant I promise."
"Your promises don't mean anything to me anymore" you feel a lump in your throat. You are on the verge of tears. "You know one of the things that hurts me the most, Peter?"
"I-" he sighs and shakes his head. He wants to let you finish your point.
"You were indeed my first love, my first time, my first everything" the tears build up in your eyes but you're determined not to let them out. "And you didn't think about that before you stuck your tongue in her mouth. I bet your heart never beat for me like it does for her."
The brown-eyed man was about to say something until you both hear the sound of someone knocking at the door you watch Peter get up and walk to open it.
You walk behind him only because you know it's time to go. You shouldn't have come in the first place.
When Peter opens the door, the person behind it is MJ.
"You should give me a copy of the key" she laughs lightly.
"Keep mine" you put on your shoes and grab your purse. You walk over to the plate where you left them before and put them in her hand. "I won't be needing them anymore" you walk out of the apartment and she is both surprised and confused.
Another two weeks passed. Peter felt empty again. Just like he felt when he lost MJ and Ned in the first place but worse because not only had he lost you. He had let you down completely.
Spiderman became clumsy on his nightly patrols, he didn't pay attention and classes and even less when MJ talked to him. Even though he knew she was just trying to make him feel better.
"Peter?" she asks. "Peter!" She snaps her fingers in front of his face and sighs heavily.
"Yes?" He looks at you but his gaze is still lost.
"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" she asks.
"How could I not when she's right here" he shows you his pencil.
"What do you mean right here?" MJ asks with a frown.
"Yes, it's right here. She's the one who gave me this pencil" he sighs. "And she's over there too" he points to the girl sitting a couple of tables away from where they were sitting. "That girl has her same color hair" he looks at his fingers "but not just over there" he points to a boy with a can in his hand. "That boy is drinking his favorite drink." He snorts. "Everything in this damn library reminds me of her."
"Why haven't you tried talking to her then?" he shrugs.
"Because I'm lousy with words, MJ. Whenever I try to tell her something, she ends up misunderstanding it because it was me in the first place who didn't know how to use the right words" he runs his hands over his face.
"Then don't talk to her" she shrugs.
The brown-haired boy looks at her with a frown. "That's supposed to solve my problems? Thanks MJ." She rolls her eyes.
"Stop your sarcasm," the chestnut-haired girl points
Her finger at him. "I mean maybe I should be the one to talk to her." He sighs. "I shouldn't have kissed you, Peter. I didn't know you had a girlfriend."
"MJ..." Peter sighs and takes her hand. "I was the one who shouldn't have kissed you having a girlfriend. It wasn't your fault, it was mine." He assures her. "I'm the one who should fix this."
Michelle nods and looks to her left. There you were. Watching as Peter held her hand just as he held yours. You shouldn't care, it's been a month since you and Parker broke up but it still hurts like hell.
MJ saw you pull back quickly before she could separate her hands from Peter's. "At least she knows you and I aren't dating?" she asks and Peter denies.
"No, I've tried to tell her but me and my big mouth always say something else and I hurt her more than I manage to fix it." He sighs heavily.
"What? She still thinks that you and I...?" MJ pauses.
"Yup." Peter nods and fixes his gaze on the floor.
"Peter... that's not fair" he sighs and shakes his head.
Parker knows. He knows it's not fair but he already said it, he's not good with words.
"Everything I say ends up being misinterpreted and it's my fault!" He covers his face with his hands. "Help, MJ. Please."
"And if instead of using words you take action?" proposes the brunette.
"What do you mean by that?" The boy raises an eyebrow. "You'll have to be more specific."
"God... you're so smart but so dumb at the same time, how is that possible?" She rolls her eyes. "You have to do something for her, something she can't refuse or misunderstand, and then explain everything to her, Peter. Be honest."
"You're right," he nods and sighs. "No more secrets."
Peter was already planning something in his mind. Something that would make you either forgive him or wish you never saw him again. That was up to you.
However, He had to move and plan a little faster. Your heart still loved him, true, but it wasn't closed to moving on and rejecting Parker altogether.
Austin, a classmate who asked you out before you and Peter dated, found out about your breakup with him and was determined not to pass up the opportunity that was once taken away from him.
Tick tock, Peter. Your time is running out.
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you, y/n griswold, smart, spoiled, gorgeous, and the most popular girl at midtown. him…. peter parker. there’s not much else to say…. at least that’s what you think. so when your evident best friend, harry osborn, spills to you that peter parker told everybody he took your virginity, you spiral into a complex and confusing love-hate relationship with the boy you once had no idea existed.
she-devil; a malicious or spiteful woman.
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╰┈➤ ❝ pairing ❞ peter parker x fem!reader
╰┈➤ ❝ genre ❞ enemies to lovers (sort of)
╰┈➤ ❝ wordcount ❞ tbd
╰┈➤ ❝ status ❞ on going
╰┈➤ ❝ moodboards ❞ here
╰┈➤ ❝ warnings ❞ 18+, smut, dark themes, bullying (kind of), slut shaming, violence, underage drinking, drug use
╰┈➤ ❝ note ❞ if you have trouble “casting” y/n’s dad and brother, i imagine george clooney as ken griswold (dad), and gavin casalengo as georgie griswold (brother).
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i ➵ you… perv? (1.8k)
ii ➵ let’s make a deal (2k)
iii ➵ top secret (3k)
iv ➵ evil little thing (4.2k)
v ➵ stranger danger (2.2k)
vi ➵ speak of the devil (3.1k) *
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ last updated june 5, 2023
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ynscrazylife · 1 year
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Feel free to ignore, this is a long one boss.
Marvel gang seeing yn gain powers almost instantly, and watching yn struggle with how to control the new powers. Watching yn, the first couple minutes, days and weeks trying not to kill any team members when they can barely control thier new found abilities.
Im imagining yn super weak at first, they fainted when they first acquired the powers. They cant walk, they can almost stand and they haven't eaten anything since it happened. Yn is scared they are going to die or kill off someone they love and all of the team members are trying to keep yn calm, safe and in control of thier body. Im imagining techies trying to find a way to dampen the powers so that yn can walk around again and everyone fighting to cuddle with the youngest member of the team.
When Sparks Fly
Summary: When you wind up with powers in the aftermath of a S.H.I.E.L.D. mission, the Avengers are determined to help you through it.
Pairings: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (Romantic), Avengers x Stark!Reader (Platonic)
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“I swear, this is almost as bad as the day I started at S.H.I.E.L.D.,” you whined, folding your arms in slight annoyance as your step-mother Pepper Potts held up her camera again. Your father, Tony Stark, was standing beside her, grinning as he proudly looked over the photos Pepper took.
“This is the first time you’re going on a mission! This warrants a couple pictures, Y/N,” Pepper retorted, before taking another picture.
“A couple? This has been, like, 100,” you sass, unable to help it. You got it from Tony, after-all.
“I’m glad you’re keeping count,” Tony sassed right back, smirking at your eye-roll that followed.
“Wait!” Peter burst in, having just finished patrol. In his haste, he still wore his Spider-Man suit, but had torn off his mask. He skidded to a halt beside you, putting a sweaty arm around your shoulders.
You softened at your boyfriend’s excitement, your frown lifting into a smile as Pepper snapped a photo of you and Peter. When it was taken, he turned to you. “You’re gonna rock this mission, babe,” he said, kissing you on the forehead.
“I appreciate your confidence, Pete,” you said, grinning lovingly.
“Oh!” Pepper exclaimed, gasping at she glanced at the clock. “Go, go, go! You’re going to be late.”
Following her gaze, you muttered a “shit!” as you scrambled to grab your bag.
“Language,” Steve scolded, wearing a smirk as he walked in with the rest of the Avengers. They had just returned from a mission and there was no way that they weren’t going to see you off today.
“Hi, thanks, bye!” You said rather quickly, throwing your bag over your shoulder before giving Pete a peck on the lips and running off.
“Good luck!” Pepper called to your retreating form.
“Kick ass!” Tony added, pumping his fist into the air.
“Don’t die!” Peter said, right before the door slammed shut. Everyone turned to the young adult, who shrugged. “What? It would really suck.”
Honestly — he wasn’t wrong.
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Since it was your first mission at the academy, it wasn’t meant to be difficult. Key word: meant.
Little did you know, while chasing an ex-A.I.M. agent who had set up his own research and experimentation lab, you followed him into one of his so-called testing rooms — which was a trap. You only realized this when he stopped running and grabbed a gas mask, pulling it on swiftly.
Spotting a gas quickly fill in from the vents, you whispered another “shit!” and turned around, quickly going to the door.
The intel S.H.I.E.L.D. had gotten said that the lab was devoid of any experimental substances. Wrong.
Unfortunately for you — Steve wasn’t here to scold you and the door had locked. You banged on it, frustrated, and turned back around only to see the ex-agent smirking at you.
“I didn’t expect to gain a new testing subject today, but you’ll do quite nicely,” he said.
A quick glance around told you that there were no gas masks left. Nothing to protect yourself. You couldn’t even cover your mouth with anything because your suit wasn’t made to stretch.
Knowing you didn’t have much time, you pressed down on your comms and said: “A gas is quickly filling up the room. I don’t know what it is. The guy’s going to try to escape, so be prepared to—” Your words died on your lips as you started to inhale the gas, overcome with wooziness.
You struggled to continue speaking, only making frustrated noises, and your vision blurred as the guy walked towards you. You didn’t know that he was holding a needle until it pricked your neck. Not long after, you felt your limbs grow heavy and you fell, smacking hard against the ground.
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When the members of the team heard your distress call over the comms, they quickly tracked your location and ran to meet you. Thankfully, they managed to stop him from escaping and taking you with him. But when they got back to the Quinjet, they knew that they had to alert the Avengers, which no-one wanted to do.
When Tony saw Coulson on his caller I.D, he assumed the man was calling him to boast about how well Y/N had done on the mission. Putting the phone to his ear, he was startled when he heard the disappointed words: “I’m so sorry.”
The billionaire stilled, his face instantly paling and altering Pepper and the Avengers that something was wrong. “What happened? Is Y/N okay?” He practically cried, gripping the phone tightly.
“Agent Stark inhaled an unknown gas during the mission. From what we know about it, the gas — and the needle Stark was pricked with — was a part of some experiment that the guy we were tracking down was conducting illegally. We don’t know too much about the experiment yet, but we know that it’s intention is to enhance its subjects somehow. We’re interrogating the guy right now,” Coulson explained, as calmly as he could.
Tony squeezed his eyes shut as he let the news pass over him, doing his best to prevent his voice from shaking. “Can I talk to Y/N?” He asked.
Coulson paused. “I’m afraid not . . . Y/N is unconscious. Has been ever since the incident. The team is en route to S.H.I.E.L.D’s medical wing now, though,” he said.
“I want Y/N transferred to the compound. We’ll have Dr. Cho — she’s the best,” Tony declared firmly.
Another slight pause, and then: “Of course, Tony.” With that, Coulson hung up, leaving Tony to reveal the news to his worried family.
It was safe to say that no one took it well, but Pepper and Peter especially were a wreck. Bruce took the initiative of informing Dr. Cho while the rest anxiously awaited your arrival. They tried to comfort each other the best they could, but with so little information on your condition, there was nothing much that they could say or believe.
When the elevator dinged and two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents rolled you out on a gurney, everyone cling to your side. Peter was especially shaken when he saw you unconscious. The agents didn’t let anyone come with, saying it was imperative that they get you to Dr. Cho now.
Although difficult, your family allowed you to be rolled away alone. For the next half-hour, everyone waited for any news. The majority of the group was seated on the couch, but it seemed that everyone paced around at least once. Tony demanded updates from F.R.I.D.A.Y., only to hear that you were “stable” which wasn’t enough to calm anyone’s nerves or satisfy anyone.
When Bruce finally emerged, the group nearly pounded on him. They were barely able to keep quiet enough for him to actually say anything.
“They don’t think it’s life-threatening, but it’s not good, either,” was what Bruce first said, pausing as he gauged their reactions before continuing. Once he deemed that no-one was going to have some sort of outburst, he continued. “The gas Y/N inhaled is . . . Changing them. From what Dr. Cho can tell and the information they got out of the A.I.M. guy, the gas and the needle modifies one’s DNA to give them enhancements . . . Superpowers, of some sort. The A.I.M. guy let it slip that this will be a slow and painful process for Y/N, though. It was meant to beat down the guy’s test subjects so that by the time their powers were developed and controlled, it would be easier for him to manipulate them into doing what he wanted. It seemed he hadn’t planned on doing this to Y/N, but took the opportunity when he realized he might be able them use it against us.”
This was a lot for everyone to take in. They all held some combination of immense concern and anger. The very thought you suffering was an enraging image, and they wanted nothing more than to be able to take away the pain.
“Is-is there anyway to stop the process before the powers develop?” Pepper asked, trembling slightly. Tony wrapped an arm around her.
Bruce frowned. “Dr. Cho is looking into it. Coulson said when they asked the guy that, he claimed it would just make things worse,” he said.
No-one liked the sound of that.
“Can we see Y/N?” Tony asked next.
Bruce nodded and led the group to the medical bay, where you were lying in a bed. A ton of wires were hooked up to you and a bandage was on your head from where you hit it when falling.
Tony, Pepper, and Peter immediately went to your side and the rest of the Avengers followed. No-one said much, just using the time and the silence to digest this change. Peter and Tony both held each of your hands and Pepper pet your hair. Not long passed before Rhodey and Happy, having received the news, quickly joined.
No-one moved, or wanted to move, until Dr. Cho came in. “Unfortunately, we don’t see a way to reverse the process. We’ll just have to let it play out and help and comfort Y/N the best we can,” she explained, knowing everyone wanted to hear it. “Y/N should wake up on their own. They’re not under any sedation or anything.”
Everyone nodded and turned their attention back to you. A couple hours passed and the only movement that occurred was when someone went to go on coffee and food runs, or they got any update from S.H.I.E.L.D. However, Peter broke the silence when he suddenly jerked back. “Ow!” He said, waving his hand. Meeting the other’s confused looks, he said: “Y/N shocked me.”
“That bad?” Sam asked, a little doubtful.
Peter nodded and glanced back to you, his eyes widening. “Woah, look,” he said. Everyone inched closer, only to see electricity sparking at your fingertips. Although reluctant, Tony and Pepper had to move away at risk of getting shocked.
Seeing the commotion, Dr. Cho shuffled over and began checking your vitals and monitors. “What’s going on? Does Y/N have electricity powers or something?” Bucky asked.
Although his second question hadn’t been serious, Dr. Cho turned around and said: “It seems like it.”
This shocked everyone, but when your eyes began to open, they seemed to snap back to normal. Already in a state of daze and confusion, you got nervous seeing the crowd. “What-what’s going on?” You mumbled, pulling at the wires, only for electrical sparks to fly and interfere with the wires, making you curl up in pain.
“Unhook the monitors!” Natasha cried, while Tony did his best to soothe you.
“You’re home, honey. The gas you inhaled is changing you and giving you, what looks like, electricity powers. But it’s all going to be okay, I promise,” he tried to explain.
This, combined with seeing the worried, confused, and nervous looks on your family’s faces, only freaked you out more. Electrical sparks flew out now, and the Avengers had to dodge being hit. You let out a small scream, trembling, and trying yet failing to control it.
“Get away from me! I’ll hurt you!” You yelled, panicked, hugging yourself and attempting to get as far back on the bed as you could manage.
“No, you won’t. You just need to take some deep breaths, Y/N,” Peter tried to comfort.
But that didn’t seem like it was possible. Any attempt to slow your breaths only made you feel like you couldn’t breathe. You were desperate to regain your regular breathing, and it came out in short gasps. Not only was electrical sparks going everywhere, but it was hurting you, and you were feeling dizzy. “I can’t. It hurts!” You said, trembling, and the next thing you knew — your eyes rolled back into your head and you fainted.
Everyone was relieved as the electrical sparks disappeared, but not happy that you were unconscious again. Tony reached forward and moved some hair out of your face, sighing.
“We need Y/N to calm down. I think we should bring them to their room and reduce who sees them at first — maybe only Mr. Stark, Ms. Potts, me, and Ms. Maximoff. She can help with Y/N’s powers,” Peter said, looking at the Avengers.
While the group all wanted to be with you, they understood that it was overwhelming. With a look at Dr. Cho, who said it would be okay as long as she could check on you, Tony said: “Good idea, kid.” He took it upon himself to gently lift you from your bed and carry you to your room, everyone following behind.
When they got to your room, Tony laid you down on your bed and Pepper tucked you in. Everyone sat around, trying to make the room as comfortable and calming as possible, until you started to stir. They all filed out, leaving behind your parents, Peter, and Wanda.
When you began to wake, the sparks began to fly, but Wanda quickly jumped in. “Hey, Y/N,” she said, smiling at you. You and Wanda were really close. She was like an older sister. “You’re in your room, with just me, your mom and dad, and Peter. We noticed that the electricity only seems to get uncomfortable when you’re upset, so we’re gonna try and help you. I know that this is all really sudden and scary and not what you expected or wanted. But, if anyone can tackle it, it’s you. Think you can take some deep breaths for me?”
You did your best to listen to Wanda’s words, although her powers - which was intent on relaxing you - certainly helped. Realizing you were in your bed and had the people you loved most around you, unwilling to leave and wanting to help, allowed you to feel less scared and take those deep breaths. It took a couple minutes, and Peter holding your hand, but the sparks began to lessen and lessen.
“I’m scared,” you whispered after a moment, tears in your eyes. You found yourself able to express some sadness without the sparks causing chaos, but it was draining your energy and causing pain.
“I know,” Wanda said, cupping your cheek comfortingly. “But you’ve got a whole team right behind you. We love you so, so much.”
“Yeah, we do,” Peter agreed, and your mom and dad nodded, causing you to smile. You squeezed your boyfriend’s hand. He squeezed back.
For the rest of the day, the Avengers visited you in pairs or trios, not wanting to overwhelm you with everyone again. You were disappointed about how your S.H.I.E.L.D. mission had gone, but having your dedicated family at your side helped. The sparks were no longer soaring, but when Coulson had said it would be a painful process, he was by no means exaggerating.
You hadn’t said anything, not wanting to worry anyone anymore, but it became apparent the next day. Everyone was now in the room and, after some slight stress (which Wanda and Peter helped with), the sparks calmed down. You were sick of lying in bed all day and wanted to stand up and walk around, but that proved to not go well.
The second you had risen to your feet — you were tumbling back down. Your knees hit the floor, and Peter barely managed to wrap his arms around you and prevent your head from hitting it, too. He gently pulled you against him as your head lolled against his chest, a wave of dizziness appearing.
“Are you alright?” Tony asked, him and Pepper kneeling down in front of you and Peter. The rest were close by, in case you needed anything.
The sparks came back, but this time just seemed to appear all over your body. You were concentrating hard to prevent them from escaping, and this in turn only exhausted and hurt you more. “Y-yeah,” you answered through grit teeth, but your whimper of pain betrayed you.
“I’ll get Dr. Cho,” Bruce offered, making a move for the door handle.
“No,” you forced out, although your voice was hardly strong. Enough to make Bruce pause, though. “It’s not — it’s my powers. It’s taking everything in me not to let this electricity out, and on top of that I think this whole process is taking a toll on me, like Coulson said it would.”
No-one liked hearing this. The group exchanged looks over your head, worried, and then Tony nodded at Peter, gesturing to your bed. Since your eyes were closed, Peter said, “I’m going to pick you up and put you back in bed, okay?”
When you nodded, Peter gently picked you up and laid down in bed. Your grip never left him, though, so he slid in beside you, in a cuddle. Peter and Pepper both fixed the blankets while you leaned your head against his shoulder.
Pepper and Tony sat beside you and the rest of the Avengers crowded around. Blinking your eyes open tiredly, you managed a small smile, your heart warming with your family surrounding you. Trying to get as comfortable as possible with the pain, you squirmed around and huffed lightly.
“Still hurts?” Natasha murmured, with the others watching over you in concern.
Your answer was an affirming hum, face tightly scrunched up in concentration. “I’m really trying to contain it,” you whispered, which broke everyone’s hearts. You looked exhausted and worn-out, but were still trying so hard.
Steve glanced over at everyone, frowning. “We can leave if you need to let it out,” he offered gently.
You shook your head. “No. I need to learn how to control it,” you insisted.
This had everyone more worried. “You don’t have to learn right now, hun,” Wanda said.
“I do. I can’t hurt anyone again,” you said, and then leaned forward, gasping, as a wave of pain from the electricity racked your body.
You were Tony Stark’s kid — stubbornness was in your DNA.
Peter bit his lip and rubbed your back, wanting to do anything he could to provide you with comfort. Pepper pet your hair until you leaned back, practically collapsing against your boyfriend. “Maybe a story will help distract—” Sam began, but you quickly cut him off.
“No! I can’t be distracted! I need to concentrate unless you want me to fry you!” You snapped, glaring at Sam. Everyone was surprised by your sudden outburst, but your frustration quickly dissolved into guilt and tears escaped your eyes. “I’m-I’m sorry Sam. I just can’t relax. All I can do is think about keeping the electricity in.”
You pulled your knees to your chest and Peter’s arms wrapped around you from behind. Eyes widening, Sam was quick to say: “Hey, hey, it’s alright, kid. No hard feelings.” He smiled.
“I can put you to sleep for a bit, if you’d like,” Wanda offered, also smiling.
You thought about this for a moment and then nodded. Wanda put her index fingers on her temples and, after a moment, your body relaxed and went limp. Peter gently pulled you so you were laying back against the pillow and everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. They all just watched you for a moment, glad that you were finally no longer in pain — even if only temporary.
After a couple minutes, Bruce piped up. “There has to be something we can do, Tony.”
Tony glanced over at the scientist and nodded, the wheels already turning in his head. “Can we build something that can absorb the electricity? A bracelet with an insulator like rubber or plastic that could be strong enough for Y/N to be able to let loose some of that electricity?” He pondered.
Bruce nodded, liking where the billionaire was going with this idea. “Let’s see,” he said, and then headed out the door, to their lab.
Tony was more hesitant leave Y/N, but Pepper and the others assured him that they’d be there. Smiling at his wife and then at sleeping Y/N, Tony allowed himself to trust that and followed Bruce.
You slept for most of the day with your family by your side. They only left if it was absolutely necessary. When you woke up still in pain, the Avengers took shifts. If it were up to them, they’d all be with you all the time. Unfortunately, duty called to the team and to Pepper. At any moment, though, at least one of them was always with you. Rubbing your back, keeping you updated with what was going on in the tower and with S.H.I.E.L.D, anything they could do or say that would provide even the littlest bit of comfort.
Two days later, when Fury wanted the Avengers to go out on a mission, they all ended up arguing with him and insisting that they needed to stay with you. Their love for you seemed to out-power the Director’s might. It took a lot of convincing, but Fury eventually backed down after talking to his best spies Clint and Natasha and when he saw you himself.
Later that afternoon, Bruce and Tony finally perfected the bracelets. They delivered it to you proudly, all the Avengers by their side. You gladly wore them and it helped lessen the pain some — although it did not go away entirely. Tony was adamant on going back to the lab and working on it himself, but you were able to put your father at ease. You know the pain would continue as long as your powers were still developing. Soon, your body would get used to it and you’d be in control.
Tony (and everyone else) still worried, of course, but they knew you were right. Sure enough, by the end of the week, you were up and walking around again. Your body had stopped fighting the new development and, after practicing and working with Wanda, you were able to control it with little difficulty. You surprised the group when they were in the living room, coming down the staircase with a large grin on your face.
“So . . . Does this mean I can become an Avenger now, too?” You asked.
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What we choose to Forget
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Pairing - College!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader Summary - Peter keeps the life that everyone forgot he lived in a shoe box; photos, relics, even his old Spider-Man suit. It isn't until his girlfriend finds said box that the problems arise. Warnings - Mentions of alcohol, violence, angst, cliffhanger Words - 2K
A/n - Let me know if you’d like a part two!
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Peter should have known that keeping that shoebox of memories was a bad idea. But he had never thrown it out, instead, it was shoved under his bed, ever reminding him of the life he no longer lived.
And now, he found the box facing him. Though it wasn't under his bed, it wasn't where it was meant to be. Right now, it was in the palms of his girlfriend. His girlfriend who was utterly oblivious to the superhero alter-ego Peter possessed - as well as what such had taken away from him: aunty, mentor and father figure, best friends. The list went on. So when she discovered this box she found its contents puzzling.
"Y/n?" Peter called, a cautious expression written in his eyes as he stood in the doorway. His body was usually engulfed by this point, breathing in the warmth that his girlfriend radiated. Instead, she stood only meters from him, the box in her grip and an emotion on her face Peter could only describe as betrayal. "That's not-" It was though, Peter realised. It was what she was likely thinking.
"I mean first this," Y/n pulled out his old spiderman mask and grimaced. "But that's not even the start of it." Next, came the polaroids. The one which she chose to pick out was the one of him and MJ in Venice. "I mean we've gone to lengths talking about past relationships and you didn't think about mentioning this one?" His lips were to MJ's forehead, a grin plastered at her lips like she couldn't have been happier.
The boy took a step forward, quickly dropping his keys and bag to the floor as to free his hands. They reached for the box, brushing against Y/n's fingers. Such had made her skin jolt. She stepped away, the box still perfectly aligned in her grip. "No," Her tone so stern it had made Peter shiver. "Either you give a straight answer now, or-" A pause followed. There was a crack in her tone as if the words were truly getting caught in her throat. "I'm leaving. And Peter, I'm not coming back."
The severity of the situation clouded him. As much as he was pulled to explain this, come clean, it was a story of which would be unbelievable. But the alternative, not telling her, was so much worse. "It's a long story."
He had barely been able to finish his breath before she had snapped back, "Then tell it."
"Y/n," His voice suddenly fell with a heavy emotion, one of which knew he was about to accept the consequences. "I can't." Now his voice cracked too. "It's difficult, complicated."
"It's not." She had no idea and Peter couldn't even express such. "You lied to me Peter and I can't even work out why and you won't tell me." Suddenly, her voice wasn't cracking, it was snapping, dripping in a rising fury that Peter couldn't argue against.
So, instead, he found himself sheepish, concerned that within a moment's notice, he had just lost someone he so deeply adored. "You just got to trust me on this, Y/n, plea-"
Her head shook, "No." It cut through the air as if it had just cut Peter's vocal cords in two. "If you can't explain this, then I am leaving." And like that, she shoved the shoe box of memories into his chest.
Peter couldn't move. Even when she walked passed him. Even when every bone in his body begged to call out to her, apologise and never stop, he didn't move. Even when he heard the door shut. It was like he couldn't do anything.
Maybe he was plagued with the thoughts of the past. The thought of mixing Spider-man and Peter Parker seemed dangerous, like it wasn't the smart idea anymore. It got people hurt. And it had gotten Peter himself into the situation he was in now. And while it wasn't all bad, while he had met people like Y/n, he wasn't willing to risk that for a second time.
The next week Peter felt followed by a shadow. Peter had met Y/n in the labs at college. He was oblivious; she was far too smart for him. And when he found himself struggling to use a piece of machinery, she had swooped in. "Do you want some help with that?" She had questioned, a brightness in her pupils which had drawn the boy in effortlessly.
He had almost been too caught off guard with the pretty girl he was faced with to reply. "Oh, erm," He glanced back to the machine, "Doesn't seem to be getting on with me." He said, cursing himself for not saying something more smooth or witty.
But she hadn't seemed to care. Instead, she slipped in front of him, her hands brushing along the side of the machine like it were second nature. When she came to realise why it wasn't working for Peter, she let out a giggle. "What?" The boy had asked, a sudden sense of panic in his tone.
She glanced over at him, a smile hanging at her lips, "You've not turned it on." Peter had never flushed such a deep red. This pretty, obviously smart girl, was helping him and he had just made himself out to be such an idiot. In that moment, no chance, he had thought to himself. But then: "If you want, I can help show you how it all works?" She offered.
Peter took the offer. And the two started meeting between classes, Y/n talking through the machinery. After a week or so, they met at coffee shops too. This time, they weren't talking about the labs, but instead, going over essay assignments, going back and forth. Then, sometimes, they would get bored of the work they were drowning in and conversation would turn. While Peter didn't technically have a past to talk about anymore, he loved to listen to hers, enticed and captured by every story which fell from her lips.
It took Peter a long time (and God knows Y/n was waiting for it), but he finally clustered the courage to ask her out.
And now, her presence was a shadow, an echo. It wasn't next to him like a brightness which would follow him through the day, show up when his classes finished or rock up to his shitty apartment with coffee and a muffin. It was as if he looked away and now, as he turned back, everything light had been snatched from him.
Peter thought on it and thought on it hard. He spent much more nights on the street dressed in that blue and red suit, willing for a solution to come to mind. And then, one night, the universe seemed to offer him something; her voice. He had patrolling all night by this point as it started to reach the early hours of the morning. He had been so close to leaving when his ear caught sound of that tone, that giggle, the one he craved like an addict.
"I know!" Her voice boomed through the quiet street, blurred in with the drumming music from the clubs and bars they were walking between. But Peter had heard it loud and clear. "I can't do that though."
Spider-man was perched on a roof of a building, watching down at his ex-girlfriend and her two friends which seemed attached to her, clinging on as they drunkenly wandered down the streets. "So you're just gonna go on? Pretend nothing happened?" One of her friends questioned.
"I mean, I don't know." Y/n answered with a shrug. "I just can't get that image out of my head."
"What the superhero mask?" Inquired the second friend with a chuckle like Peter were a child; if only she knew what that mask had truly meant for Peter.
"No, no, not that." Maybe he shouldn't be listening to this, the boy thought. "The photos. The relics. It's like he had a whole other life he never told me about." She explained and the boy felt his gut twist with guilt. "He wouldn't give me an answer when I ask so..."
One of the friends nodded, "That's why you're not gonna speak to him again?" That thought of never hearing her voice again seemed to slowly dawn on Peter and suddenly, he was regretting his actions. And when he noted the way her head nodded, he was clouded in anxiety.
The three girls slowed as they came to the end of the street. "Are you gonna be okay walking back alone?" Said a friend as the two wandered up to the front door of the house
Y/n hugged her stomach, appreciating the short-term warmth it provided her. "I'll be fine, don't worry." She assured.
And after hugs and goodbyes, the two drunk girls slipped into their house, leaving Y/n as she headed the opposite way. Peter probably should have headed home too. But instead, like he was on auto-pilot, he started following her from the rooftops. He was lucky he did too. Had he not, Y/n might have ended up losing her purse - and worse, possibly her life.
Peter hadn't been paying much attention. His mind was somewhere else as he followed the girl, already having had the directions to her house memorised. But when he looked back to the ground, there was a second figure next to her. Peter only needed a glance to know the interaction was not a friendly one. The second the criminal pulled a knife out, Peter was swinging from the roof, his webs shooting against it until his feet hit the floor with a thud.
It didn't take much for him to remove the blade from the criminal's hand. All while Y/n took a steady step back, watching as it all happened in a blur. Peter had no care for them as they took off, rushing from what could have ended in handcuffs and cop cars. For Peter, this wasn't a situation where he was meant to chase after the criminal. Instead, this was a situation where he was better to care for the victim, his girlfriend. Well, ex-girlfriend.
Her breath was uneven, clutching her bag to her chest like it was giving her life. "Thank you." She uttered out in a breath, her brain not able to compute why the hero in front of her seemed all so familiar.
"Yeah, yeah." He had muttered, turning to face the girl. A pause followed and it seemed, just by looking at her and finding that brightness in her eyes again, Peter lost all logic. His hand reached for his mask and within one swoop, it was torn from his features.
And like that he was vulnerable. Everything from before came crashing back. The other two Peters, losing MJ and Ned, the feeling of his aunt slowly slipping into the afterlife. Without his mask, that's what he was vulnerable to. He didn't know what to expect and he didn't know if he had just made the decision he was going to regret forever.
All that came from her lips in a jumble of fear and confusion was, "Peter?" Said like it was the first time.
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Once upon a time when employees are being interviewed at SI:
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Interviewer: So what is it like working for Iron Man?
Employee A: Oh! Easy question. I like that. It is an honor, you know. It's what I thought when I joined, and it still is now. But also, I did not expect that SI is a place where we are allowed to prioritize things like family. Like last time, I left my phone on silent at my desk cause I had to go to a meeting. My kid at home was having an emergency and I couldn't be reached. But apparently, Friday, Mr. Stark's AI, keeps track of phone vibrations so she made the report and someone came to notify me. I didn't even know there was a protocol for that. Turns out my daughter was having her period for the first time! And I'm a single father so I had no idea what to do and I was panicking. Next thing I know, an SI nurse came and apparently she was sent by Mr. Stark to walk me through how to help. Apparently, Fri also caught my panic rumblings and triggered 'YOU ARE NOT ALONE PROTOCOL' or something. (*laughing*) The next week, we received an official email introducing a new department called Human Care. They encourage everyone to reach out if we ever find ourselves out of our depths on non company emergency matters.
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Interviewer: How long have you been working here?
Employee B: Eight years, two months, six days and counting.
Interviewer: What's the weirdest thing you've witnessed here?
Employee B: (blanks out)
Employee B (struggling to think): Ahm. Really? Just one? Er- That's a tough one. Maybe that one time they set up a room for everyone to try lifting Thor's hammer? Or wait, no, maybe that time there when flying roombas were everywhere following Mr. Stark and reminding him to eat? Or when a villain came via the vents but before he could come down, Hawkeye accidentally hit him with pepper spray? I don't know, man. Weird things happen a lot. We're used to it by now.
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Interviewer: Do you feel safe working here?
Employee C: Yeah. The avengers live here. But to tell you the truth, I think Happy Hogan and his black tux team of agents scare all the potential bad guys away. I heard rumors that Black Widow personally trains them. Like, I know two of them. Jake, for instance. He's like a giant, and he is intimidating but I saw him crying one time and when I asked him why, he just said Mr. Hogan.
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Interviewer: Which avenger have you met?
Employee D: Oh, I've met two of them. Captain America and Thor. It was odd but one time, they were in the cafeteria and carrying trays of food and I do not mean just one each. Nope. Like, a ton! Like they're feeding an army. But it makes sense. Can you imagine the workout? With bodies like theirs? And the battles they go to? Man, if I have to save the world from aliens, I'll probably need the same nutrition.
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Interviewer: Which avenger is the kindest?
Employee E: Ahm...We all know they're all badass. But kindest, I think Spider-Man. Last Thursday, it was raining, and then Spidey suddenly came all wet and holding a box and I'm gonna quote him now. He said, "Friday, can you please ask Mr. Sam Wilson Falcon sir to come down? The shelter is close and I have a box of puppies and I really, really want to bring them up but Mr. Stark is gonna ban me from the lab again."
Interviewer: Aww. So what happened next? What did they do with the puppies?
Employee E (grinning): Falcon came down, alright. But he came with Iron Man who zoomed past everyone to drag Spidey to the penthouse. I am not sure what I heard but he was muttering about oven toasters and frozen spiderlings? In the end, aome employees volunteered to take care of them. But I believe two of them are at the avengers' floor. We saw Mr. Stark ranting about puppy paw paint marks on his armani.
Interviewer (gasps): Oh my. Was he mad?
Employee E (ends up laughing): Mad? Try grunting fondly? Peter really likes those puppies. Mr. Stark tried to act like he hates them but really, he adores everything about the kid, puppies included. He even had custom made collars with avengers logo made for them.
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Interviewer: I'm sorry? The Winter Soldier was asking directions to where?
Employee F: The Lego Store.
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Interviewer: How would you describe the workload? Do you still get work life balance?
Employee G: I guess it depends. I work in R&D and we're all nerds there. So like, we're typically busy but it's play for us. Some days, we're really cramped with work, mostly when deadlines are nearing or sometimes, we're just really in the zone, we do not want to stop. Peter activated 'NIGHT NIGHT PROTOCOL' for that. Had Fri lock us out of the lab and we had no choice but to go home or nap at the sleep wing. And would you believe? After the product launch, we got emails on mandatory vacation leaves with bonus to spend! Like, who does that? So yeah, it's cool working here.
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And then, there was this:
Interviewer: How does it feel to be the heir of a multibillion dollar top green tech company?
Peter (stares quizzically, dumb-founded): Uhhh-....Look, sorry, I think I'm in the wrong room. I'm not- Maybe you got the wrong questionnaire? I'm just an intern-
Interviewer: Oh. Wait. Is it top secret then? Sorry, I was told of your identity as Mr. Stark's kid so I thought I could ask. But if you're not comfortable-
Peter: WHAT!?? Who said that? They're probably just joking.
Interviewer (chuckles nervously): Ms. Potts did actually.
Peter (freezes): Oh.
Suddenly the door opens and Tony walks in.
Tony: Hey kid, and Ms. Carrenland. How's the interview going? Thought I'd drop by for moral support, you know.
Peter (looks torn, but excuses himself to go to Tony): Uhm, Mr. Stark, can I talk to you for a second? Look, sir, ahm, I think there's been a misunderstanding. The interviewer asks me how it feels to be your heir. Like that's real. I don't-
Tony (has his brows rising to his hairline): Kid. Peter. Breathe.
Peter (groans and sighs embarrassingly): I just didn't want to lie! They mistook me for someone else. It was a misunderstanding!
Tony (smirking): It's really not.
Peter: What?
Tony: Kiddo, I was the one who gave Pep the approval to sign the questions. And really, you've been managing the R&D department and shadowing Pep at management for a year now. You never wondered why I make you do that?
Peter: Oh.
Tony: Yup. Genius child here.
Peter: I just wanted to help. You seem stressed out with the Avengers' work and dealing with the government. I thought I could lend a hand. I didn't- I don't expect you to- I'm not worth that, Mr. Stark.
Tony (scoffs): I beg to differ. Look, I'll be honest with you. Even if you aren't interested in the company, it's still gonna be yours. Look around you, kid. Do you think I let just anyone go around with a free pass at my tower? You have a room at my home. This place is your home, as where as everywhere else that I own. Plus, it's another motivation for you to take care of yourself when you go out as Spidey. Imagine all our employees. They need you, kiddo.
Peter (mumbling softly): I'm just Peter Parker.
Tony (smiles and pats his shoulder): And that is why I chose you.
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peter had it bad for you. he really did. you were his best friend
you were both “interning” for tony. it was a complete accident when he pushed you against the wall.
it all started with a failed lab experiment. it was three am, you were in your private lab that tony had gifted the two of you. you were trying to create a compound while peter worked on his web shooters.
it fucking exploded into a soft powder.
you weren’t trying to make an aphrodisiac, but when it dissolved in the air, peter froze.
it did not hit you as hard as it did him. you did not have his kind of enhancing superpowers.
he backed himself into the corner. not wanting to harm you. not understanding why his body was heating up. why his eyes were blowing open, his belly tightening. his jaw clenching, and his…
you walked softly towards him, hands up, as if approaching a rabid dog.
“peter?”
“please go away.”
“peter what’s wrong?”
“look, i think what was just emitted into the air did something to me. and i-i don’t want to, um, put you in-in- danger.”
“peter? what’s going on? what did i do?”
“some sort of- enhancer!” his voice lowered as he talked.
“peter, please- enhancer to what!”
peter’s full body cringed.
he shook his head.
you took two steps closer. and your scent hit him hard.
“please!”
“please what peter?!”
his body was shaking as he tried to restrain himself from you.
but the aphrodisiac in the air, in his lungs, rapidly spreading through his veins won.
he took the final steps toward you and backed you into the wall.
“peter?”
“i can’t control myself i’m sorry.”
to his surprise it was you who closed the gap between the both of you.
you kissed him softly.
“it’s okay peter, i’ve wanted you too.”
“i’ve wanted you for so long i did not want to ruin anything.”
“you wont- you wont.”
“good.” he whispered.
his arms hastened to wrap around your waist.
he crashed you to him.
“i don’t want to hurt you”
“you won’t, i can take it.”
he groaned as he pushed you up, you jumped, locking your legs around his hips. he pushed you against the wall.
his hard-on flush against your warmth.
your lips met, you let him take the lead. him, affected by the failed experiment, and pent of years of repressed feelings.
he was desperate, the aphrodisiacs urging his body to get inside you finally.
“i need you so bad.”
“take me then.”
he set you down, and it was a race. who could get their clothes off first.
it was fumbling with your clothes, and smiling at him, as his brows furrowed in concentration.
he was aching bad.
he hurt.
and you were the cure.
he stood in his boxers, watching you undress. controlling his urges to stare at your body. he gulped. his hands shaking.
you looked up to meet his eyes.
“you can touch peter, i promise i won’t bite. not now.”
as soon as your words registered, he was on you, ripping your bra off, tearing it in half. 
his mouth was on you, and his lips were soft. you were a moaning mess.
“i don’t want our first time to be in a lab.” he muttered.
“i don’t care, fuck me against the wall.” you peppered kisses on his neck, his jaw, his cheek. he groaned and lifted you again. this time, you were bare. and you moaned as your legs wrapped around him.
your back hit the cold wall, and he was staring into your eyes for permission.
you nodded, your eyes glazed over, as he aligned himself with you.
his breaths were erratic, his movements controlled.
he pushed slowly into you, groaning and cursing as your warmth enveloped his dick. 
you went boneless as he thrust into you. he was strong enough to hold you.
one he was fully sheathed his control was gone, but he had warned you, and you had consented, so he let himself go.
you were sure your back would be bruised, nothing some super healing couldn’t fix.
but that wasn’t where your mind went, not at all. you’r brain was dead. you couldn’t think as he slammed into you, hard and deep, stretching you open. he was so big, he had gotten inside of you so fast you did not have the chance to appreciate his dick. but that was for later.
you were squirming as his pelvis hit your clit. you had both hands around his neck, you unwrapped one to reach down, and.. and…
oh, oh god.
you had never felt anything like this, clit stimulation, while being fucked senseless had you coming fast, making his thrusts sloppier, your cum dripping down your inner thighs. 
you could not take it. you bit into his shoulder and muffled a scream. it wasn’t enough for him. and your come only encouraged him to take you deeper, using you to chase his own pleasure.
you clenched your cunt, squeezing him, pushing him to the edge, and he was spilling inside you, his body shaking against you. 
he slid down the wall and took you with him. kneeling on the floor, you on his lap,with him still inside you. he had barely softened. thank god for radioactivity.
your hands went to his hair and you were kissing him, and rotating your hips. you pushed his upper body to the floor, this time you would take it your own pace.
torturously slow. his hands where on your hips. you rubbed your clit in his pelvis, deciding to stimulate your clit before riding him. his cock was still inside you, his come making everything dirtier. 
“god, peter, you’re so good, so good.” you moaned out nonsense, and he was just staring up at you, your hair a mess, your eyes closed, mouth opened, as your touched your clit, and started moving up and down, using him like he was using you.
he just gripped your waist and helped you. not rushing you. enjoying the pace, taking it in. he was in you. and he could finally die happy.
this time when you came, you enjoyed it, the tightening in your core, the build up. and you fell limp against him.
“i love you, i always have and i always will. you don’t have to say anything, i just want you to know that.”
“if you think for one second that i do not love you back, then you are an idiot, and you have not been paying attention.”
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jahayla-parker · 9 months
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Bewitched Love : Peter Parker x Reader
Completed Series
A Crushing Plans Continuation or can be read as a stand alone series.
Desc.: Reader is a witch and is Peter’s girlfriend. This series follows them through the events of No Way Home.
Warnings: typical Marvel contents/warnings, NWH spoilers (if that’s still a thing lol), some curse words, magic, spells, death, violence, blood, injuries, self doubt, villains, etc.
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Note: most (if not all) parts are under 4k each, broken apart for easy reading and keeping track! 💙
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen
Part Seventeen
Part Eighteen
Part Nineteen
Part Twenty
Part Twenty One
Part Twenty Two
Part Twenty Three
Part Twenty Four
Part Twenty Five
Part Twenty Six
Part Twenty Seven
Part Twenty Eight
Part Twenty Nine
Part Thirty
Part Thirty One
Part Thirty Two
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l0vergirlwrites · 1 year
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clean me up ; peter parker
warnings: I'VE RETURNED!!!! not for long though, sorry loves. but here's a slightly angsty fluff with peter with some swears & mentions of blood (i think?)
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peter didn’t think he’d be the one to clean you up after a fight. usually, it's him needing the cleaning from your delicate hands.
but here he is kneeling in front of you in your dimly lit bathroom, trying to soothe your cuts & scrapes with the cleaning supplies you’d keep for him.
“what you did was stupid” he scolded as he wiped a cotton pad along your lower stomach, grimacing when you’d scrunch your face & quietly hiss. he was doing his best to be careful as he steadied himself with a hand on your knee.
furrowing your eyebrows again, you groaned quietly in annoyance. “i was trying to—“
“help me? by getting hurt?” he asked with a rude tone that he didn’t initially intend.
biting down on your lip, you decided to sass him back. “yes, peter” you said with tears pricking your eyes as you looked away from him again. “i understand why you're upset, but i wanted to help. you were hurt & i…” your tears were getting the best of you.
squeezing your knee, peter signalled you to look into his eyes. he knew you were avoiding his gaze. "you don't have the same advantages as me y/n, you know that. so, you can't just not listen to me—"
“fine. i’m sorry for wanting to help you. i won't do it again. is that what you want me to say?!”.
& boy, did peter regret opening his mouth.
shoving his hands off your knee & lower stomach, you pulled your shorts up & beelined for the bathroom door, shaking your head while trying to keep your cool.
“hey,” grasping your hand, peter turned you to him & placed his other hand on the door, keeping it shut. he leaned his face closer to yours despite your tearful expression.
"let go" you forcefully whispered.
“you’re still bleeding…” he exhaled softly, seeing your bottom lip begin to tremble. you still wouldn't look into his eyes. "c'mon, look at me, baby".
“i don’t care” your shoulders tensed up. “you’re making me feel worse... just… stop… please” you exhaled shakily, loosening your hold on his hand, but he still tugged it.
peter then cradled your face in his calloused hand, which was detailed with its own scrapes & healed cuts, while skimming over your features. he lifted your chin slowly so you'd finally look at him, & your eyes said it all.
"hey," he said again, not wanting to see you cry, especially because of him. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry" he tried to soothe you, pecking your forehead a few times before pulling back.
you were just trying to help & he shouldn’t have been so harsh. it wasn't fair to you.
“i can’t lose you, okay? i-i can’t” his voice trembled lightly, contrasting his previous tone. “you’re hurt because of me & i'm getting angry at you… when i shouldn’t”.
at least he’s self-aware.
you still shook your head at him, stepped closer to his chest & sighed. you hated how he was too strong at times.
“blaming yourself isn’t going to fix my cuts” you stated with a sad tug of your lips, feeling him press his forehead into yours tenderly. he knew you were right.
“i don’t like being the one cleaning your wounds after a fight, don't like seeing you hurt” peter admitted with a tight-lipped smile, his words sounding slightly ironic.
"it's nothing compared to what i've seen on you though" you reminded him, hearing him mumble a 'yeah' in agreement.
“i’m not a fan of cleaning you up either, parker” raising a hand up to rest at the base of his neck where an old cut of his had healed, you ran your finger over the mark, remembering the night you patched it up.
“but i do it because i love you. it’s a part of my job”.
"as spider-man's girlfriend?" he joked since the tension in the room dissipated.
you smiled at him now, as his finger ran back & forth over your cheekbone. "yeah, spider-man's girlfriend".
as peter’s messy curls tingled against your skin, he parted his lips to speak before closing them, struggling to form the right words. “i’m sorry for being mean. i’m a bit of a dick for that, i know. & i love you too, so much…” he apologized, wiping a stray tear from your skin.
“i forgive you," said with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "but ease up. i’ve learned a thing or two from you, you know?” you reminded him, nudging his nose with yours.
with his lips perking up, peter kissed you again as another apology; one you gladly accepted. holding your face with both of his hands, his warmth radiating onto you like how its supposed to be, peter sadly smiled.
“i’ve got you, yeah?” he needed assurance that you both were okay.
“yeah, you’ve got me. not going anywhere” & you gave him it.
pulling you back towards the cleaning supplies on the floor, peter knelled down once again & looked up, his hands holding the waistband of your shorts.
“let me be a good boyfriend & finish cleaning you up, okay?”
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tomholland1996simp · 1 year
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What happened?|| Peter parker
Warning: Mentions panic attacks, abuse, lots of crying and being kicked out.
Summary: Peter just wanted his best friend back, he missed you. Today was finally the day he was going to ask to hang out with you and talk about what had happened to you both. However you say no. Why? Well he’s about to find out when he sees you crying to his aunt.
POV will keep switching throughout this.
Peter finally has had enough. You were his best friend, everyday you would both hang out since the age of 12. You and Peter were always together, your friendship was so close. Sometimes people questioned to whether or not you’re dating each other, but you both would always deny saying you were best friends.
Deep down inside you both like love each other.
“H-hey, wait up!” Peter called from behind you.
“Leave me alone, Peter” You coldly said putting your hood on over your head. You didn’t want to see him right now, you knew he had done nothing wrong. But why are you blocking him out? Well you see-
“I’ve given you your space. What happened to us, y/n? We were best friends and then like two months ago you started ignoring me. I only wanna fix this, please, your my best friend. I love you” He pleaded as you came to a halt at his last statement.
‘I love you’. That statement always had hurt you, people would always say it to you and never meant it. They would always hurt you straight after.
“Don’t say that” You snap.
“Say what? ‘I love you’ It’s because I do”
“No you don’t! Just please leave me alone, I can’t be friends with you, okay?” Now your directly looking into his eyes, you haven’t had a conversation with him in almost two months.
Peter nodded silently walking away, not before you noticing the tears forming in his eyes. The bell went not so long after, meaning you had to get to your next class. However you didn’t want to be at school anymore, so all you did is left.
4 days later
Peter didn’t see you at school the next day or the next after. He decided to stay at Ned’s on Friday, leaving Aunt May alone for the whole day. He didn’t come home late Saturday due to patrolling his spider-man duties.
He expected to just arrive home and have the rest of the evening for homework and chilling out with May. What he didn’t expect to see was his ex best friend crying into his aunts arms. He had opened the door to his apartment, throwing the keys on the side, calling out to May telling her he was home and that he will be in his room.
He didn’t get no reply, only just heard sobs that did not come from May. From the bathroom he saw the light on, hearing Mays voice trying to calm someone down?
“Shhh, Y/n, breathe.” May cooed.
y/n?
Peter rushed into the bathroom at the mention of the name of the girl he secretly is in love with. Then there sat a sobbing y/n on the counter whilst May stood hugging the girls body. Her breathing was fast paced, Peter knew that she was having a panic attack.
“I-I c-can’t breathe” She cried whilst May wiped a tear away from the girl. Before May could speak to her, Peter spoke.
“y/n? Hey, hey” He rushed over to the girl cupping her face. May instantly knew that Peter would be the only one to calm down the teary girl so she left the bathroom.
Y/n’s face grew wide as she saw him, she wanted to hide her face knowing she would have to tell him the truth of what’s going on. “Peter?” She questioned breathing heavily.
“Y-yeah, yeah it’s me. Focus on my breathing okay, breathe in and out. Shhhh, It’s okay i’m hear” He told her, also noticing her black eye that he would for sure question later.
“I-I’m so sorry” she cried knowing she must’ve hurt her best friend from ignoring him these past months.
Peter only kissed her head, telling her not to apologise. He pulled her close to his chest so she could hear his heart beat. Eventually she had calmed down, her breathing slowed into the natural pace.
Once she calmed down Peter was still in between her legs as she sat on the counter top. Then he looked to his right seeing a medical kit that May must’ve gotten out. That’s when it hit him, she’s hurt.
“What happened?” He moved her hair behind her ear, y/n instantly turning her head wanting nothing but to avoid the question. “You can tell me anything, angel”
There it is, that’s the nick name she loved. Only Peter could make her heart skip a beat by calling her that. Then it takes her back to reality, it’s just Peter and her. It’s only them. And she trusts Peter with her whole heart, she knows he will do anything for her.
You took a deep breath before talking, “It’s been happening for a little while. At first I didn’t think much of i-it. I knew he was a drug addict and he was becoming an alcoholic. I didn’t think he would ever hurt me though. He’s meant to be my dad, Pete.” She spoke, tears welling in her eyes. Peter knew where this was going, he wanted nothing but to hurt him.
“I didn’t tell you, not because I didn’t trust you, it’s because I didn’t want to seem weak. He just got so mad sometimes that It made me pull away from the people I love. He told me I wasn’t allowed to be friends with anyone, he is so controlling. My dad says things to me, he tells me i’m worthless, ugly, fat, that I don’t belong here. H-He said I should’ve died in the car cr-ash not n-my mother” She started to cry again, the memories flooding back to her.
“I’m so sorry Pete. I love you so fucking much and I let him make me turn into a bitch-“
“Don’t you dare say that. Your not a bitch, don’t you believe a word he says. Your not fat nor ugly. Your the most beautiful, smart, intelligent, amazing girl I have ever met. I understand why you pushed me away, I j-just. Fuck!” Never in your life have you heard Peter swear so angry. Tears were now spilling in his eyes, all he wishes is that he protected you from this all. “I should’ve been there for you, to protect you”
You shook your head, “You couldn’t do anything. Today he just got mad, these men were in my house. All I had asked was for some money, then he snapped. Kicked me out, wanted to act like a big man in front of his friends” you pointed towards your big bag by the bathroom door.
Peters eyes softened, you had been kicked out of your own home. “Your never going back there” He pulled her into a big hug, afraid that if he let her go something could happen.
“She’s staying here” May appeared in the room making both teens jump a little. Y/n was about to decline the offer but May spoke again, “ I don’t care what you have to say y/n, your staying here. We are going to sort this out, your safe now” May reassured her.
“Thank you May but-“ Both Peter and May gave her a stern look knowing that she wouldn’t be going anywhere even if she turns down the offer. “Okay, fine. Thank you, for everything” Y/n smiled at the women as she left, reminding Peter to help clean her up.
Peter then spent a few minutes helping to clean her cuts. He almost cried just by the bruises on her face and he was sure there was more on her body.
“C-can you lift your shirt up?” He shyly asked wanting to see if bruises were on your stomach.
You silently nodded, lifting up your shirt a little. There was a purple bruise on your stomach almost making Peter wince by the look of it.
He then wiped some cream on top of it making you jump back a little. “Sorry, cold” You smile trying not to wince. Once Peter was done with your face and stomach he placed everything back into the cabinet.
“I’m so sorry” Peter apologised. “I didn’t know what was happening and if I did I would’ve helped you. I can’t believe how badly hurt you are” He looked down, both his hands now on either side of your body.
You then cup his face looking at him directly in the eyes, “It’s not you fault, Petey. I promise you it’s not. I should’ve told you. Now let’s forget about it, okay?” You smile at the cute boy as he nods.
You slowly move a finger to his lips, swiping his bottom lip before slowly leaning in. You notice Peter doing the same by leaning in and connecting your lips together. It only last a little while as you both pulled back for air, foreheads touching.
“Im in love with you” Peter breathes out.
“Im in love with you too” You giggle out, happy for this moment.
“Can I kiss you again?” Peter asks.
“Don’t need to ask me” You smirk a little, smashing your lips together again. This kiss was much more better, more passionate and full of love. You must’ve got carried away as you both heard a gasp from the door making both of you pull away from each other.
“Ooo, always knew Peter had a thing for you and the other way round.” May teased. “Use protection” She muttered leaving the bathroom closing the door to annoy you both.
“May!” Peter whined making you laugh.
Haven’t read over this so there could be mistakes.
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equalheart · 11 months
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insomnia alert
𓆩♡𓆪 — peter x gn!reader, fluff (like ew cutesy type of fluff), established relationship.
a/n: not that anybody cares, but sorry for not updating for sooo long i got busy with school and life. enjoy!
Peter can’t sleep.
He’s been tossing and turning in bed, trying his best to brink enough drowsyness to pass out, but it felt impossible. You, on the other hand, had knocked out at around 9pm. He slowly reaches over you to grab his digital clock to check the time.
Better should’ve gotten up, and he only realizes it when the clock starts ringing loudly. Obviously, as one does when you’re about to wake someone up by accident, Peter panicked. He tried shutting it off, muffling it, and when he was laying on top of it trying to somehow destroy it, he heard your voice.
“Peter, what the hell are you doing?” Your eyes are squinted, since it’s still dark you’re about to fall right back asleep, but Peter’s expression still makes you giggle.
“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you—“ his smile, contrary to what he’s doing, makes you smile as well, even half asleep. “Can you shut that alarm off..?” You can hear him just fine, but the continuous ringing of the alarm is starting to drive you mad. “Oh, crap, yeah, sorry” he tosses it to the ground, but his spider-strength kicks in and you hear it shatter as it hits the floor. You barely manage to make eye contact with him and start slowly laughing.
“You need a better clock” Peter moves himself closer to you and pulls you into his chest, his eyes finally feeling heavy. “Nah, forget it, let’s sleep.”
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imnotgoinghome · 1 year
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Against All Stereotypes
Thank you to my brain for this idea
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Summary: Who would have thought of a Nerd and a Popular Girl being friends?
Paring: Peter Parker x Reader
Warning: yelling, kissing, fluff, stereotypes?
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First day of high school! You can imagine most people would be excited, at least that’s what all the movies and TV show say. But when you walked a day in your shoes, no one would be exciting about first days (especially at school).
Now, walking through the front doors was an adrenaline rush, don’t get me wrong, but once you got inside, you realized just how diverse high school can be (like you needed one more thing in your life right now).
No one truly knew how or why people tended to be so stuck in their own little groups, but that’s just kinda how high school worked. Every group came with their own set of rules.
The Gossip Girls made a rule with the Pretty Perfectionist that they wouldn’t cross paths, between the two groups there was a lot of diversity (even though they were basically the same, but don’t say that to their faces. They will get offended).
Now the Nerds and the Jocks on the other hand, they were two totally separate people. Nerds were the ones everyone stayed away from, but the Jocks, now they had a different story. The Jocks were pretty much who everyone wanted to be, and if you were a Jock, oh man would you get girls. And of course, like any high school movie cliché ever, the popular girls (meaning the Pretty Perfectionist and the Gossip Girls) went for the Jocks. Common knowledge of course.
The nerds, well, you can imagine how that went. Every single Nerd, for the most part, was sure they were in love with one of the popular girls, and all ended up getting rejected.
And then you had your common denominators, which was a horrible name. The common denominator consisted of the kids who weren’t popular but wouldn’t be considered nerds. There were several different groups of people within the common denominators, but everyone just referred to them as a whole (it was just easier that way).
You just so happened to land in this ‘common denominator’ group, but that didn’t last for long.
You quickly made friends with a lot of the Pretty Perfectionist (thanks to your looks), and started hanging out with them, becoming one of them yourself. You never liked to refer to yourself as a perfectionist, but you weren’t gonna deny that you were pretty.
You had self-esteem, self-confidence, and bit of an ego. Which was good, but honestly sometimes it wasn’t.
In middle school, you were always referred to as different, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. You just called yourself unique. You didn’t care about what people thought of you, what you looked like, who you dated, or boys period. But after hanging out with the Pretty Perfectionists, all that sadly changed.
Were you proud that you had become a snobby know it all, who cared about what other people thought and what you looked like? No, as a matter of fact, you kicked yourself every day for letting yourself go. But no matter how hard you tried, there was nothing you could do about it. That was who you were now, and you weren’t sure if anyone could ever change that.
You were walking to your first class of the day with Liz, one of your best friends, zoning out as usual. You zoned out a lot (especially since it hit you that you had changed), which the girls thought was really weird. Most of the time when they talked to you, they had to repeat themselves because guess what you were doing… overthinking and zoning out.
After realizing that you had forgotten your notebook (because who remembers those?), you dashed away from Liz, quickly picking up your pace as you neared your locker. The thing about running, in your chase just quickly walking, in the halls was that no one payed attention, leaving them to bump into you. Stupid phones.
Following one extremely hard blow, you were falling, slowly but surely falling to the ground. But before you could hit it, someone caught you.
As you looked up, looking into the chocolaty brown eyes of non other then Peter Parker, you realized your situation. Everything had happened so fast. You didn’t really have time to realize that you had fallen until you locked eyes with Peter as he helped you stand back up.
“Thank you” you said, still staring straight into his eyes. You were quick to notice of the light red that was now displayed on his cheeks.
“It’s no problem really, I’m just sorry I bumped into you” Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck. He quickly realized that he hadn’t actually told you his name, considering this was the first time you had spoken.
“I’m Peter by the way, Peter Parker” he added as he lowered his hand, stuffing it in the pocket of his hoodie were he had recently played the other one.
“I know” you said, making it known to him that you were well aware of who he was. He looked shocked as you revealed that you knew him. He wanted to ask you your name, but quickly stopped when you answered his question before he could ask it. “I’m Y/n”
“Can I ask how you know my name? Or is that weird?” He asked, still shocked a popular girl knew his name and was talking to him.
“No it’s fine, I’ve seen you, Ned, and Mj in the halls before. They tend to say your name a lot, and your not the best whispers” you told him as you giggled at his stunned reaction.
“I just don’t ever talk to you because the girls don’t really want me talking to guys, no offense, but especially Nerds… which is what they call you and your friends. I’m pretty sure if they saw us talking right now, they would have a heart attack” you added the last part with another giggle, seeing that Peter was laughing at your comment about ‘the girls’.
“Well, I don’t really wanna give anyone a heart attack, and don’t wanna get you in trouble with them…” he was still laughing, but you could tell he meant what he said.
“It’s ok, I’m not scared of them honestly. Spend a day with them you’ll realize just how stupid they are. They probably haven’t even noticed I’m gone” you said as you motioned Peter over to your locker so you could grab the notebook you came for.
You and Peter talked all the way to class, after finding out you had the same class in the morning (how had you never noticed him before?). You made sure to let Peter go in the class first, you coming in 30 seconds later, to make sure Liz didn’t suspect anything (not that she was smart enough to anyway).
Class went on for what felt like an eternity, but in reality it was only 45 minutes. After class, Liz headed off to her second class and you went to find Peter (you pretty much had the same schedule, only two classes that were switched, but the rest in common).
The rest of the day was boring, even though all you could think about was Peter, and the homework you had no idea how to do. Thankfully Peter had given you his number. Oh thank the lord for Peter Parker and his ability to listen.
You called Peter after school, asking him questions about himself as you worked on your homework over FaceTime (which for him was letting you stare at his ceiling as you talked).
“So, I’ve been meaning to ask, why are you so afraid of the ‘popular girls’?” You added, making sure to add air quotes to popular girls.
“Oh, I’m not afraid of them, I’m just… i don’t know, they’re popular?” He said, making more of a question then a statement. At that you laughed which, even though you couldn’t see it, made Peter smile.
“Oh really? Is that so? What an amazing and detailed answer Peter“ you gave him fake applause, making him brush out laughing, causing you to laugh as well.
The rest of your FaceTime call was much of the same. You’d ask him a question, he’d give a dumb answer, and you’d both laugh. Peter was a funny guy, even though he would never admit it. Peter only made jokes around people he knew and trusted, knowing he wouldn’t be judged for it.
From that day forward, you and Peter started to hang out, and quickly become best friends (even if Liz, Betty, Emma, Grace, and Hannah, the popular girls, were against it).
As time went on you told the girls about Peter, feeling comfortable with the fact that they were gonna freak out. And just as you thought, they freaked.
“WHAT?!”
“You’ve got to be kidding”
“Who?”
“Wait! Not the Nerd!”
“When did you start hanging out with him?”
The entire caffeine went silent, turning to look in the direction of the table you were sitting at.
“Guys! I told you know to make a big deal out of this!!” You said holding your head in your hands as you looked down at the table, questioning why you had expected them to be normal about this. I mean, you knew who you were talking to.
“How do you expect us to not make a deal out of this?!? Your hanging out with- with a Nerd” Liz lowered her voice as she spoke, getting more quiet with every word. Everyone eventually lost interest, turning back to their own tables, bringing back the normal loudness of the caffeine.
“Ok, you know what… I can’t do it. If you guys are gonna make such a big deal about who I hang out with, I’m leaving” you said as you got up and walked over to Peter’s table (which was on the other side of the caffeine, thank the lord), plopping down right beside him.
Ned was the first to speak. “So… that went well”
“If you call getting yelled at by people you knew would do that, after you telling them you hang out with people who aren’t them. Then sure, it was great” you stated sarcastically, leaning into Peter‘s arm, him grabbing your hand under the table, rubbing his thumb gently across the back of it as you intertwined your fingers.
“I know they can be jerks, but honestly a scene like that? Like if I told you I was hanging out with one of them, would your first reaction be ‘WHAT?!? ARE YOU CRAZY?!’? Like I just don’t understand what’s wrong with them!” You asked, placing your head on Peter’s shoulder.
“I’m so done with them” you mumbled, making your statement only audible to Peter.
You went to Peter‘s apartment after school, venting about the girls the whole way. For some reason you always felt better after venting, but then again, didn’t everyone?
After doing what felt like 7000 pages of homework, you and Peter decided to watch Star Wars, which you had only seen once before when Peter wanted to have a Star Wars movie marathon with you, Ned, and Mj, who ended up falling asleep.
The breeze in the room had given you chills, running down your spine as you grabbed a blanket. But Peter, noticing that you were cold, gently pulled you closer to him, throwing the blanket over the two of you once you were settled.
“This better?” He asked, looking down at your little face that he wanted so badly to kiss.
You were quick to respond with a small nod, your eyes leaving Peter‘s for a split second to examine his lips, which didn’t go unnoticed by him. He blushed slightly but smiled. You just looked so adorable in his arms, it was hard for him to not give into his urge kiss every part of your face.
You had so many butterflies in your stomach, it would have been impossible to count them. But non the less, they only multiplied when Peter finally gave into his urge, softly kissing you. You were surprised at first, but quickly got used to the feeling of his lips on yours and kissed him back.
When you pulled away, an interesting silence fell over the room, but you were the first to break it.
“Who would have thought Peter Parker knew how to kiss?” You asked, sounding completely genuine, which made Peter chuckle under you.
“Yea, well who would have thought one of the most popular girls at school would kiss a Nerd?” He replied, smiling like a dummy.
“Definitely not stereotypical” you added, looking deep into Peter‘s eyes. You could get used to that.
“Better yet, who could’ve thought about a Nerd and a popular girl being boyfriend and girlfriend?” Peter questioned, smirking.
“I’ve never heard of such a thing” you answered connecting your lips once again.
Who would have known that the day you told Liz, Betty, Emma, Grace, and Hannah about Peter could result with the beginning of you and Peter‘s relationship?
Not stereotypes, that for sure.
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+ \ 🕸🔬🕷 ## ME: addicted to spider man
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