#peter parker x you
Rogers!Reader x Peter Parker
It started in the deep of the fighting between Tony Stark and your father. Something about that web-slinging teenage boy hooked onto you. You hadn't realized he went to your school until after the airport battle. The voice became easily recognizable and almost memorized. The library was where you fixated on knowing the boy. He was muttering to himself as he was trying to figure out his homework. You walked behind and whispered into his ear, "Hey, Underoos." You smirked and sat in the seat across from him. "Hey! How-" "Shh!" You giggled and held your finger up to your lips. "Don't want to give away our secrets, do we?" You smirked as he quickly shook his head.
"Y/n Rogers," you introduced yourself and stuck your hand out to him. "Peter...Parker," he shyly responded but didn't shake your hand. "Going to leave me hanging, Parker?" You questioned with a slight pout. "Y-you're kinda on the other side," Peter innocently responded. You rolled your eyes and put your hand on the table, "Trust me, my dad and Tony won't let this live out forever. I was basically raised with all of them surrounding me. I'm everyone's child at this point. My dad won't allow a broken family." You explained, "Plus, technically, no one has to know you shook my hand or even know me. I mean if anything, we do go to school together, and we didn't even know it until recently." Peter nodded along with your explanation. "Y-yeah, I-I guess that's true." You raised your hand up to him again. "Our little secret." You smiled brightly and felt his handshake yours. "Our secret," he agreed with a small smile.
The secret meetings grew from there. The pair of you avoided the topic of what Tony and Steve talked about. You focused on each other and schoolwork since each of you realized the classes you had that was the same but at different times. The pair of you just grew closer and closer and not just in a friendship type of way. After a few months of the secret meetings, soft and quick kisses were exchanged. Giggles were shared between the two of you whenever it would happen. Your secret grew by finding remote spots between classes to exchange romantic kisses and statements to one another with schedules.
"Oh, come on, Peter! Just one more," you whispered in the corner under the staircase. "Y/n, we need to get going," Peter would respond before you cut him off with another kiss. "Okay, now we can go," you whispered, and the pair of you walked in different directions to your classes.
After school, the pair of you met in the library for study sessions, at least that's what you two told your guardians. To be fair, there were times where Peter or yourself would help the other in subjects. Just sometimes, it was just the study of the anatomy of the human lips, particularly when they met another pair of lips while being pressed against the back wall of the library.
"Happy five months," you whispered between the kisses to Peter. "Happy five months," he repeated in the same soft tone. Your eyes stared into his brown ones. "I fucking love you, Peter Parker." You said with a hush and pressed your lips to his. His hands pressed up against your back and pulled away from you for a second, "I love you, Y/n Rogers." You beamed. It felt like nothing could stop the two of you.
At the instance of the Siberian Battle happened, everything crumbled around you. Your family was broken. You no longer had a home. You had to go into hiding with your dad. You couldn't even say goodbye to Peter. It all happened so fast. You had nothing. Your life was destroyed and tossed into the wind without any care-just to leave the country and have no one find you.
*Part Two Coming Soon*
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I Don’t Dance (A Request)
Word Count: 1658
Pairing: None, Platonic Avengers X Teen!Female!Reader
Warnings: slight swearing
A/n: Sorry for the long wait guys! I’m going to try to get back into writing steadily again but I don’t want to get your hopes up too high! so be patient with me please! Requests will still be closed until I am caught up with the requests I currently have sitting in my google docs.
Ps: Do you like my play on the title? :) If you know where it’s from then I hope you got the song stuck in your head now!
Request: Could I request an imagine with the avengers where teen!reader plays softball (shortstop maybe??) and they all watch?? Maybe it can be a close game. It’ll be up to you if reader’s team wins or not. But if you don’t want to write this thats ok too. I really enjoy reading your stories!! :)
You breathed out deeply, focusing on the white noise surrounding you and the feel and weight of the metal bat in your hands.
Your eyes met the piercing gaze of the pitcher and you smirked, egging her on.
Time seemed to slow as the pitcher wound up and then released, right away you could tell it was a curveball. But unluckily for her, you were one of the best batters’ in the league and with a well-timed swing, hit the ball straight out to the far outfields.
“Yes! Go [Y/n]! That’s our girl!” The loud voice of one Tony Stark rang out over the field as you raced around the bases, getting the final home run and winning the game for your team with a score of 7-5.
Dropping your helmet in your bag once back inside the dugout, you wiped the sweat from your forehead as you accepted the congratulations from your teammates and captain.
“Amazing as always [Y/n].” Your coach caught you before you could leave, patting you on the head, before she smirked and looked behind you for a moment, “Though maybe next time your friends can show up incognito and not distract your teammates, the score shouldn’t have been that close together.”
You laughed, looking over your shoulder at the Avengers who were all in their suits, covered in dirt and other questionable stains and bruises.
With a final good job, the coach sent you on your way and you jogged over to the Avengers, “Did you guys finish the mission? I thought you wouldn’t be able to make this game?”
Steve ruffled your hair, his smile lighting up the sky it seemed, “We wouldn’t miss a single of your games [Y/n]. Don’t worry about the mission.”
Wanda sighed, but she was smiling as she moved to your side, “What Steve means is that we finished the mission just in time. But until you're officially an Avenger, you should just stay focused on school.”
You laughed along with the Avengers. Ever since you had been a child, they had been your friends, like older brothers and sisters, as they helped raise you. You had been found alone as a baby wandering the streets without any memory of parents or a home when Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff had stumbled across you. A normal child by all standards, but they must have seen something in you because they never turned you into
Taken in by the Avengers, you never imagined you would have a normal life. And that was true to some extent. From the time you were a toddler to a pre-teen, you had been homeschooled and taught advanced science and mechanical engineering from Bruce Banner, Vision and Tony Stark. You had been given martial arts lessons and defence from Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton and Wanda Maximoff.
Then you met Peter Parker, the spider-man and Tony Stark’s apprentice. He was close to your age and you grew close to him, the first contact you had with someone young. Together you convinced the team to let you go to a normal highschool. So you entered Midtown high alongside Peter and soon discovered your joy and affinity for Fastpitch.
A beast at shortstop and a hell of a batter, you rose through the team until you were the youngest and apparently fastest player to hit Varsity.
“Hey [Y/n]! Oh!” Peter skidded to a halt beside you, a red flush on his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck, “Hi Mr. Stark!”
You punched the boy’s shoulder causing him to yelp, “What is it Peter?”
Peter jumped and then smiled, “Oh! I was going to ask if you wanted to play a quick round since the field is now clear.”
The Avengers immediately perked up and looked at you excitedly causing you to giggle and point at their suits, “Aren’t you guys tired from the mission? We can play on another day.”
Tony swung an arm around your shoulder and gestured wildly, “Today’s a perfect day though [Y/n]! And we’re the avengers! If we couldn’t handle an easy game of fastpitch what type of protectors would we be?”
You smirked, “Easy you say? Alright, let’s pick teams. Peter and I are captains.”
Everyone shifted uneasily, seeming to sense the shift of tension and your smirk grew wider. They may be the Avengers, but fastpitch was where you shone the brightest.
“I’ll take Bucky.” You started off the nominations.
By the end, the teams were decided with you as the captain alongside your players, Bucky, Steve, and Natasha, while Peter had Tony, Bruce and Wanda, and Vision deciding to be the referee with Clint as the catcher for both teams.
“We’ll take the field first.” You made the executive decision, deciding not to leave it to a coin toss. “One inning outfield and one batting for each team, the one with the most homeruns wins.”
Tony preened, “You already know who’s going to win.”
You tilted your head and asked, “Do we?” Before turning away and walking back into the dugout you had just occupied for the past several hours.
Your team took the field first, and you took your spot as shortstop. Steve took first base while Natasha stood in the far outfield and Bucky took up position as the pitcher.
Tony sauntered up to bat first, his Iron Man suit almost completely off except for the gloves and shoes.
He smirked as he swung the bat back and forth before taking up a stance, eyeing Bucky who took a deep breath and then wound up for the pitch, using his metal arm to pitch.
The ball moved so fast, you couldn’t track it with your eyes. The crack from the bat hitting the ball was as loud as thunder and you couldn’t hold back the flinch.
“Would you look at that!” Tony laughed, but he was interrupted by Peter shouting, “Run you old man!”
Tony looked back, affronted with a hand to his chest, “Who are you calling old?”
And then Vision called out, “Mr. Stark, you are out.”
Tony flipped around, “What?”
You laughed, pointing to where Steve stood on first base, a ball in his hand from where Natasha had caught it and thrown it to him. “Next time you should run around the bases before trying to brag.”
Peter’s team finally managed to get a homerun after Wanda manipulated the ball a bit, which caused a bit of a stir about whether abilities should be allowed or not.
Finally it was your team’s turn to be at bat and you started off strong with Bucky. Wanda pitching for Peter’s team as he stood on first, Tony was at shortstop and Bruce was out in the outfield looking distinctly uncomfortable holding the glove on his hand.
You went through your roster and finally it was your turn up at bat. The teams were tied and you were the last to bat, with two strikes against your team.
Taking up a stance, you breathed out deeply and focused on the weight of the bat in your hands, the sand under your feet, the sun on your face and the look Wanda gave you as she wound up the pitch.
You shouted out, “Don’t go easy on me guys just because I’m not an Avenger!”
The others exchanged looks and then nodded at you, making you pleased.
When Wanda released her pitch, your eyes tracked the ball. You didn’t have super strength, or flight, or were a trained assassin, but Fastpitch was your lifeblood and you knew from the bottom of your heart that you could hit this ball out of the park.
You mentally spoke to yourself, not yet, not yet….now! And swung with everything you had.
The ball made contact and though it didn’t create a thunderous crack, it did ring in your ears and hands as the bat vibrated from the force of the connection.
You dropped the bat and ran like the devil was licking at your heels. Your mind focused on the bases in front of you as you rounded them, but half an ear out listening as Tony yelled for Bruce to ‘Throw the damn ball already!’
You internally smirked, breathing evenly as you pumped your arms, getting to the last stretch towards home base.
A flash of red energy and Wanda stood over home base with her hand outstretched, ready to tag you.
But being the best batter wasn’t simply just about hitting the balls. With a short leap, you fell to the ground, the momentum carrying you forward still as you slid underneath the surprised witch.
“Safe!” Vision’s voice shouted out and broke the calm that had befallen the field at your slide.
“Yes!” You jumped up and fistpumped the air.
Your team came streaming from the dugout and Peter’s came in from the field.
Tony shook his head, sweat flinging from his hair, “Hate to say it kid, but you won.”
You smiled at the man, “Fastptich not that easy now, is it?”
Tony laughed, “Nope, definitely proved me wrong kiddo.”
You sighed, running your hand through your hair, “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m beyond tired now and ready for some greasy food.”
“Hell yeah!” Peter jumped up with a grin.
Clint gasped and slammed a hand over Peter’s mouth, causing everyone to look at him. Clint just looked around at everyone with a grave look, “Who taught the baby to cuss?”
Everyone stared a moment longer and then everyone broke down laughing. Even Clint broke his composure and laughed, releasing Peter.
As you all began walking back to the tower, you thought about your life. The abnormalities and the people in it. And realized you wouldn’t trade a thing about it. Your life may not be exactly normal, but with your friends and family, you knew your life would be amazing.
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Devil Deep Inside (Mob!Tom Holland x Agent!reader) Part 1
“We have another mission for you,” Matty says, as soon as the last of us enter the War Room. “Name of the target?” I ask, my hands behind me, standing in the ‘at ease’ position. “Exciting trip for you guys, its Britain’s biggest mob this time, hence in London,” Russ answers, “The Holland family usually stays under the radar, but recently they have been inviting other mobs over, too many of them at once. We need an insider, a skilled insider,” he continues, his eyes turning to me. Holland? Why did that name sound familiar?
I brush off that thought away, getting my mind back in the meeting. “Who am I infiltrating though?” I ask, a small smirk coming on my face. I like a good challenge now and then. “The Holland family’s eldest son, Thomas Stanley Holland,” Matty answers, tapping on the tablet in her hand, making a picture of him pop up on the big screen. No way! My poker face stays intact but on the inside, I wanted to shout ‘I knew him in high school, and he was no mob boss’ son then’ but I stayed quiet. Tom Holland was the biggest nerd of school, short and skinny but now he looked nothing like it. His face and arms were very well sculpted, his eyes a brown doe shade, looking kind and naughty at the same time. His curls looked messy to perfection, a perfect mop on his head. The fitting pants leaving very little to the imagination. And he didn’t even have a shirt on in the picture.
He was hot. Panty dropping hot. Who in God’s name is this Greek God?
“Y/N?” My focus returns to the meeting, “Yes?” “Are you listening? And yes this was a picture he shared with the world. No one knows why,” Matty says. “Yes, umm… how do I.. gain his attention?” I asked, coughing a little at the awkwardness. Was my staring that obvious? “Among his common interests or daily lifestyles, most remain unknown, but we do know this, he makes frequent visits to Platinum Lace -” Matty says. “- The Best Known Gentleman’s strip club of London,” Russ finishes. Matty again taps on the screen and the picture of a posh looking club shows up on the screen.
“I don’t like where this is going…” Mac says slowly, his eyebrows creasing in worry. But at the same time, a smirk formed on my face, “Oh cmon have you never had a dream job in mind?” “Yes! And it's a normal one like being a scientist, and saving the world!” he remarks. “That’s why you don’t get laid. Mine was pole-dancing!” I shrug. “Good to know you’re on board with this. Let’s get you set up with the equipment,” Russ says, moving towards the door. “Wait! So we’re okay with it?” Mac questions, looking around the room. “It's Y/N’s mission. You all are backup. If she’s on board with it, then all of you have to be,” Matty says, then turns to look at me, “Are you on board with it?” “Yes!” ”No!” Mac and I reply at the same time, him obviously being the one saying ‘No’. I hit him on his shoulder, “My mission, my choices. I’m on board with it,” I start following Russ, “This is very exciting! It’s giving me the jitters!”
I mean, what can go wrong?
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Businessman!Tony x Rent Boy!Peter AU
“You know for a rent boy, you’re not what I expected. So you gonna let me in the car, sweetheart?”
tagging: @muse-of-gods @snowstark @im-a-goner-foryou @starkerswonderland @winterironspiderling
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could you write something where the reader joins tom for a red carpet event and she’s pregnant and she’s really insecure about her big bump and tom just reassures her and stuff?
a/n: this was so cute and fun to write! hope you enjoy, reblogs are appreciated!
requests are open (responses slow) so send in!
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you hated being talked about, whether that be in a positive, or negative way, it was the one thing you absolutely hated about being in the public eye, but you couldn’t seem to escape it. you knew it was out of your control, people had opinions and things to say, and considering you were married to a well-known actor, it increased the amount of attention brought to you.
not that it was tom’s fault, it never was. you loved him for the person he was at heart, not what the media made him be, but with the amount of activity he was involved in with the media, it felt as if you were always brought and mixed into everything that involved him.
being six months pregnant, and going to your first ever award show as a pregnant woman, was something that truly made you scared for what the reaction was going to be. you loved being pregnant, tom and you were lucky enough and were blessed with a life-changing experience, how could you not be anymore happier? it was the amount of toxicity brought into your lives because of the voices of the media.
you tried your best to ignore it the majority of times you were faced with comments and judgments, but there were points in time that it really went to your heart, and took a toll on you. tom, however, was your safe haven. he always was there to pick you back up on your feet and lift you off of your wings to soar free without any of the troublesome worries of others, that’s what you loved most about him. he made you feel like the only girl in the world, getting to live his best life with the woman of his dreams, despite what others had to say.
that’s why today, in your hollywood house that you had invested in six months after marrying tom, you hoped that you’d be able to see him help you calm your nerves before the storm. you looked in your tall mirror, admiring your outfit of a long, silk, champagne coloured dress with a v-cut down to rest right before your baby bump. your hands were placed on your growing stomach, a habit you picked up during your pregnancy, while you rubbed the fabric that covered your skin. you took deep breathes in and out while continuing to look at your image in the mirror. all you could think about was the little, beautiful angel soon to be welcomed into this world, and how much you couldn’t wait to meet them. interrupting your thoughts, you hear a quiet knock against the door of your walk-in closet, before it slid open to reveal tom who was in his dress pants and matching dress shirt that was buttoned up all the way, except for the last two, exposing his broad chest.
"is this like our wedding where i'm not allowed to see you before the event, or can i come in and see my beautiful wife." tom cheekily questioned, making the heat rise to your cheeks and you look down, still astonished at how after however many years of being married to tom, he never failed to put a smile on your face, and make you flustered.
"no, you can come in, goofball." you replied, turning around to face tom as he walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and turning you underneath his arms so you were facing the full-length mirror again.
"how are my two favourite girls in the entire world?" he mumbled against your cheek, placing a kiss on your delicate skin. his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, but because of your bump, his arms rested on top.
"they're nervous, especially mommy." you said as you sucked in a breath, anxiously. tom stood up straight and stepped in front of you, looking into your eyes with a concerning look on his face.
"what's wrong, my love? is there something wrong with the baby?" tom asked, now worried that someone had gone wrong.
"no, no, nothing like that- the baby's fine. m'sorry for scaring you." you reassured, rubbing tom's shoulders to relax him.
"then, what's wrong? i don't want you to be nervous." he asked bringing his hand up to rub his thumb against your cheek.
"i'm just worried about this," you said, tears brimming your eyes as you motioned down to your growing baby bump. "you know how judgemental everyone is, and it's been a while since my last event- and now that i'm pregnant, i'm worried they're going to say hurtful things about me." you said as your voice wavered, looking up at the ceiling to try and not let the tears spill from your eyes.
tom tuts his tongue and he frowns, "y/n, you are the most beautiful and breath-taking woman i have ever met in my entire life, and i am so grateful that it's you who's carrying my child." he says, looking at you and holding your sides, "that's our child in there, something we made- so don't let anyone tell you things about something that isn't theirs." he said, motioning to your belly that kept a space between you and him. "i know it's scary, because you don't want our daughter growing up in the public eye as soon as she's welcomed into the world, but i promise you not to worry, because being pregnant, and carrying our little monster in you for nine months- having to go through all the things you've gone through so far- that makes you so strong and powerful. all you deserve in life, and with this pregnancy, is to be serenaded and spoiled with love- and it's my job to do that." he said. by this point, tears were freely streaming down your face at tom's kind words, and you had linked your hands together with his.
"y/n, i love you, and you are beyond beautiful. so, please never be scared to show people the true beautiful side of you that i get to see every day of my life, for the rest of my life."
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Pairings: Dark! Peter Parker x Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: We all make mistakes but you made the biggest one getting into that van.
Warning: Mention on Non-con, kidnapping, mention of blood and knife usage. Car accident and blood ritual (I tried to make it shortened and less detailed). Somewhat human sacrifice but not really.
A/N: will this be a series? Maybe. This is based on Jennifer’s body which is such a classic film. The title is based on the band from the film. This idea came to me after talking to @oneoftheprettynerds. The dividers are by @firefly-graphics.
You scraped the palm of your hands on the ground. Your knees scraped across the wet grass as you crawled into the street. You were heaving loudly as if the wind had been knocked out of you. You felt a tingling pain all along your right leg, you were hurting all over. All you wanted to do was to teleport away or have someone to help you.
The van behind you was stuck in a ditch. Broken glass along with blood that might have come from you or the others in the car. Bucky pushed his shoulder against the car door and pushed the car door open. He was angry now, Peter was still trying to cut the seatbelt off so he could get out of the damn car. Bucky could hear you crying as you tried to escape them.
You looked over your shoulder to see Bucky walking over the hump of land. His heavy boots made a heavy noise as he walked over to you. He looked down at you with a sneer, he moved his hand into his waistband. He pulled a silver switchblade out and slid the blade out. Your vision was starting to become blurry.
You were too focused on the blade that you didn’t notice that you were crying. “Fuck, you’re already bleeding. You are on thin fucking ice, Peter get your ass over here.” Peter was limping over to the two of you. The car crash barely did any real damage to them except you. “Look at you? She can’t lose too much blood or we won’t be able to perform the ritual.”
“Don’t you think I know that.” You turned your head away and started to crawl away but the pain in your leg started to grow. There was now a shooting pain in your leg and you could feel something wet against your skin. You had to get away, you couldn’t stay here you just couldn’t.
Bucky grabbed his shirt in between his two hands and he started to ripe the fabric apart. The ripping sound of the fabric made you flinch in fear. Bucky pulled the torn piece of shirt and moved toward you. He bent down and stuck his finger in your wound, “Bucky!” Peter reprimanded him by hitting his shoulder. “This is her fault, we wrecked the van. The twins are going to be pissed.”
“We will punish her later but right now you need to stop the bleeding.”
Bucky was scooping out the small bar. He counted the head of every woman that walked inside. Peter was tuning his guitar, his fingers strumming against the strings. His pink floral shirt was opened, there was a spider tattoo on his collarbone. A gold chain around his neck.
A cigarette was in between his pink lips. The black jeans he wore were distressed and hung low on his hips. The ashes from the cig flaked down on his hand. His brown hair was combed back with a single curl hanging in front of his face.
Bucky long hair got in his face as he bent over to check the amp. Bucky was a little bit more beefy than Peter was. The t-shirt he had on seemed to be like a second skin. Anyone could see his defining abs and his big pecs. His left arm was covered in tattoos to cover up the scars. Things like roses and a skull can covered his arm. He even had Steve’s name hidden in the petals. Something to remember his old pal by.
The other two band mates were talking to the owner of the club. The Maximoff twins were just like them except they didn’t share the same women. Bucky walked over to Peter, the sound of his heavy boots alerted Peter. “I haven’t found anyone our type yet or an exception for the ritual.”
You walked through the door with your best friend. The two of you intertwined your fingers together while y’all walked to the bar. You wore a shirt with the name of the band written over your chest. A mini skirt that made you self conscious to bend over. Ant, the bartender gave you two a nod before he started to make y’all usual drinks.
“You spoke too soon Buck,” Peter pointed in your direction. Bucky smiled as he let his eyes take you all in.
“Don’t you think it’s kind of fucked up we like this band?” You shrugged your shoulders as you dipped on your Long Island iced tea. “I mean Steve was killed in his own home… people have been speculating he tried to take advantage of the girl. She did it in self defense.”
“But she’s in jail, they wouldn’t just throw an innocent woman like that in jail.” Your friend shrugged her shoulders as she thought about it. You were very wrong indeed and karma would be coming to rear its ugly head your way.
The bar lights started to dim as the band got into place. Peter cleared his throat as he pulled the microphone closer to his lips. Bucky took his seat in front of the drums and picked up his sticks. The other two grabbed their instruments.
You picked up your drink and looked over to where everyone was gathered. Wanda strummed her guitar which made everyone stop talking, she strummed the strings again. Then Peter’s voice came through the microphone. He sounded like an Angel, it was so soft but hypnotizing. He closed his eyes as he let the words flow from his mouth.
Then his voice stopped for a moment and everyone held their breath in. Then the slow tapping of the drum grew louder. The strumming turned louder and he sang in the mic again. He opened his eyes and stared out into the packed crowd, a smirk creeping on his face.
The show ended with everyone clapping and cheering as loud as they could. The band was starting to pack their equipment when you dragged your friends over to the stage. Peter nudged his foot against Bucky when he heard your hello.
“I really enjoyed the show. You guys should be big right now.” Peter racked his hand through his hair. Then an easy smile formed on his face as he spoke to you, “This is successful enough to us. We get to travel around with our good friends.”
Bucky forced a smile on his face. He knew Peter was lying through his teeth. Your friend shifted on her feet when she noticed the creepy stare Bucky was giving you.
She didn’t like it and she wanted to leave now. “Y/n?” you turned to her and she leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. “Let’s go, they are giving me the heebie jeebies.” You put on a frown when you heard the last word of her sentence. But you were going to suck it up and be a good friend. “We should get going.” You said to the two men.
Peter turned to the twins, “Pack this up in the bus. We are going to need the van.” The twins nodded and finished packing up the instruments with the help of their roadie. Peter jumped off the stage with Bucky following him. “Why don’t you stay and she goes home?” You looked between your friend and them. You wanted to hangout with the two band members but you knew she would kill you.
“No, don’t do it.” Your friend pleaded with you to go home with her. She thought you would listen to her but she was surprised when you said, “I’ll see you back at the apartment.” She looked taken aback by your answer. “I thought you were smarter than this.” She stormed away from you, she didn’t even glance back at you.
“C’mon she’ll get over it. Let’s go.” And so you went with the two of them to their van. The van was painted black with some kind of demon on the side of the van. Your friend was standing by her car, she had hoped you had come to your senses. Bucky opened the van door for you to get in, the back of the van was spotless.
It was all clean, there was no dirty clothes or pizza boxes. You get into the van with the help of Peter pushing on your ass. You sat down on the hard ground with your knees pulled up. You looked at your friend and the two of you watched each other. The van door slowly closed until you were staring at the van door.
Bucky held you in his arms with Peter trailing behind. You could hear the sound of rushing water and you thought this was it. You were going to die for no reason, maybe you deserved it. In the back of your head you kept thinking about how your friend was right. Bucky put you down on the grass, he grabbed the fabric from around your thigh.
Peter stepped closer and bent down. He brushed your hair out of your face then his fingers trailing down your face. You flinched from his touch but he barely reacted to it. He grabbed the switchblade that Bucky had in his waistband.
He grabbed your hand and placed the blade against your palm. The blade cut into your skin which made you groan in pain. He dragged the blade across your skin and it felt like the sharp edge of glass was cutting into your skin.
Your hand started to bleed on the blade and started to drip down your arm. Peter placed your hand stretched above your head. So, that it was hanging off the cliff. Your blood dripped down into the water, “Plea-” It was useless to plead with them that’s why you shut your mouth. Bucky started to chant something that was in Latin, you cried harder as the chant got louder. Soon the chant was gone and it was silent.
You closed your eyes when you could hear the whooshing of big wings flapping in the wind. That was the last thing you heard before falling asleep. You dreamed of the night you had but it was a different scene playing out. Instead of going with the two men you went with your best friend.
And you ended the dream saying thank you before falling asleep in your bed. You thought that you may have been dead. You thought you had wasted life for nothing….. Then you felt a damp rag pressing against your bare thigh.
You slowly opened your eyes but it took awhile because of the bright lights. You thought that someone had found you in the woods and you were back with your friend.
That was when you opened your eyes up fully to see Peter tending to your wounds. Bucky opened the bathroom door with a pink towel wrapped around his waist. His wet hair dripped wet with water. The steam from his shower escaped into the bedroom that you were in. He looked over to you and gave you a smirk.
“I-- i want to go home.” Your voice was raspy and your mouth was dry. You don’t even know who you were talking to. “You are home. You ain’t going anywhere. And it’s been awhile since me and Peter had a plaything of our own.”
“I want to go home!” You screamed at him but he only laughed as he slowly removed his towel. “You think I care what you want? Because I don’t.” You looked away from him and stared at Peter. You thought you could reason with him at least.
“We can’t let you go. What if you tell on us.” Bucky’s voice was harsh. You realized Peter was only in his boxers, he was on the same agenda as Bucky. You could see the visible bulge, He finished with putting the bandage on your thigh and hand.
“You can’t do those weird positions you always do. I don’t want her stitches to open up.” They were talking like you weren’t even here. As if you were some lifeless doll. You tried to move your body as Bucky got on the bed, the bed dipping from his weight.
You tried to move your legs but you felt rooted to the bed. “Peter numbed your legs and arms. The effects must be kicking in now, at least you will still be able to feel us.”
The two of them laughed when you formed a frown on your face and you tried to move your legs again. “This is going to be your life for now on. Your only fulfilment in life now is to please both of us.”
The boys were going to become even more famous. Their band was going to become a nationwide sensation. All thanks to the little ritual they used you for last night. And now they had someone to come home to everyday. Life was turning into a dream while yours turned into a nightmare.
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... You Never Truly Forget Them
Peter Parker x Reader
Part 1 Once you’ve met someone...
This is fully based on Haku and Chihiro from spirited away 🥺
Synopsis; Once you’ve met someone, you never truly forget them.
Tony’s funeral was quiet. No one really talked and you pushed away the urge to talk to Peter.
He had just lost the most important person in his life, and you couldn't let your feelings get in the way.
The worst part was that you were falling for Peter, and hard. You had been fantasizing about your lost hero - and he exceeded all your expectations. Peter Parker was the nicest person you had ever met, at least from what you saw and heard from Tony. You had never even talked to him, but you had fallen in love.
You dreaded coming back home. You had to force yourself to walk into the apartment and to meet the faces of your confused family.
“Y/n? Oh my god is that you?” Your mother opened the door and hugged you. "Oh my, you’re all grown up.” You gave her a tight smile.
And that was pretty much all. Your family didn't care or ask how those five years were. They pushed it off like you had been blipped too.
The next day - you didn’t wake up to Nat making breakfast or to Steve cracking a joke. You woke up in a small apartment with your family who couldn’t care less about you or the fact that your mom’s cousin had passed away.
You grabbed your bag and walked downstairs. Your mother insisted on driving you even though it was just a courtesy of her.
“So... what’s this new school?” She questioned.
“Tony Stark said it was the best school he knew. I've been there for a while now.” You looked away.
“Tony Stark?” She questioned.
“While you were gone I lived with the Avengers.” You looked outside the window.
“The what?” She turned to you when she stopped for a red light. “We never said you could go and live with a bunch of dangerous superheroes!”
Your eyes widen at her comment.
“Excuse me?” You turned to her. “And I thought you were supposed to stay and be my mother but you all disappeared. So I couldn’t stay alone! they were going to take me to a center with other kids whose parents were gone.”
“Blipped.” Your mother corrected you.
“What did you want me to do! And by the way, Blip is an outrageous name. People who came back named it that. You can’t just call an event like that ‘the blip’” You folded your arms and you felt tears roll down your eyes. Silence fell between the two of you. “I still can’t believe you didn’t bother asking how my life went when you were away.” You wiped the tears and looked out the window. “we’re here.” You didn’t bother saying goodbye. You opened the door and ran into the school.
“Hey Brad.” you greeted.
“Hey, you ok?” He saw the dried tears on your face.
“Yeah don’t worry.” You smiled it off. “I’ll see you later.”
You pushed through the mass of old students that had disappeared as you made your way to class and froze in your steps when you saw Peter Parker. Standing right there talking with a guy you didn’t know. You gulped and facepalmed for not seeing it earlier. Of course, Mr.Stark would have put you in the same school as Peter Parker.
You walked forward and waiting in front of your classroom, Peter instantly seeing you.
"Hey, I didn't know you went here?" Peter took a step forward and told you with a bright smile. He wasn't crazy. You were the girl he saw at the battle. You were also there at Tony’s funeral. You were the one he had made eye contact with and felt sparks flying. The one he thought looked awfully familiar.
"You're an Avenger right?" He whispered.
"Y-Yeah, and you're Spider-man" He nodded. "Tony talked a lot about you you know?" You looked away suddenly feeling a wave of sadness taking over you.
"H- he did?"
"Yeah." You finally met his eyes and it felt like you were the only two people in the world.
He gave you a sad smile. One that sent butterflies to your stomach.
"How long have you been with the team?" He wondered as you inside your classroom, happy you apparently shared the same timetable.
“I arrived in the team the day everyone disappeared... I um... Natasha was my godmother... She took me in when my family was gone.”
“Oh. Im sorry.” He lifted his head to meet your eyes.
“It’s ok.” You gave him a tight smile.
“You want to talk? After class?” He asked with hope in his eyes.
“So? What did you want to talk about?” You played with the string of your backpack.
“It’s crazy, I feel like I've seen you before,” Peter said inspecting your face. He was obsessed with how beautiful you looked but had to push that thought away as he figured out who you were and why he knew you.
“Did you ever visit us? Before the blip?” It hurted you to hear him call it the blip. But what could you do about it? Everyone who disappeared didn’t know the pain and didn’t know calling it such a simple stupid name hurted everyone who had stayed.
“No.” You shook your head. “I never knew Nat was my godmother until I saw her after the... blip.” You looked up remembering the moment. “My whole family had disappeared. I was walking around New York and saw the Avengers, I honestly think I was lucky... I saw Nat, she thought she knew me. Turns out she was my godmother" you let out a shaky laugh.
Peter couldn’t get his stare away from you. His heart ached as he heard what you’d been through. He wanted to know you. He wanted to see you laugh. He was mixed between the mystery of knowing why you looked familiar and the mystery of what he felt when he saw you and talked to you.
You looked at Peter for a second, doubting yourself. You started doubting if he was really your hero. The person who saved your life all those years ago. How can a 16-year-old kid get you out of the East river?
“I um, I don’t know where we could have met.” You tucked a hair behind your ear. “I wasn’t even in this school before everything happened.” You smiled. “I went here because Tony told me it was a great school. And I think I know why he insisted on me going.” You looked at Peter who looked at you with wide eyes.
“He admired you so much Peter you don’t even know... I heard so many things about you, who you were, what you did, your friends, your life, Tony wouldn’t shut up about you. And I can see why.” A blush crept on both of your cheeks. A day after meeting Peter and you already saw why Tony Stark admired that boy so much.
You saw how he took on the responsibility of being Spider-Man and Peter Parker at the same time. He was just a kid, and so were you. You understood how hard it was being a young superhero and you saw how well he managed everything.
“Hey, Y/n?” A week later Peter tapped on your shoulder with a small smile.
“Yeah?” You turned around to meet his eyes.
“Do you um...” he scratched the back of his head and moved up and down on his feet in anxiety. “Do you wannagoonadatewithmesometime?” He blurted out but you still caught the hang of his sentence. A smile lit up your face.
“I would love to.” A blush made its way to both your cheeks and you were both smiling like idiots in the middle of the school hallway.
But the bell rang making your conversation cut short.
“7 tonight? Pick you up at your place?” He asked.
"Alright..." You thought for a second as you looked up to the stars. You turned your head around to meet Peter's eyes who were already on you. "Biggest regret?"
"Oh wow- what a happy thing to ask on a date." He chuckled.
"What!?" You laughed with him. "You said ask anything! And may I tell you the question 'most horrible thing you've done as a super hero' isn't the happiest either." You playfully nudged his arm which made him laugh a little harder.
"Alright, you've got a point." He nodded. "Mine is..." He thought as he looked back at the stars. "you know how I always make sure people I save are safe?"
“Well, it might seem crazy but, the day we all blipped there was this little girl. The railing got smashed and she fell into the East river..." Your heart started to pound so fast you thought it was going to take flight. "I made sure she was alright. But I never knew if she really was... I don't even know if she found her family after that. I've always wondered if she was ok..." You sat up and Peter followed your move. "She didn’t seem alright. I was such in a hurry to find the Avengers... Never really forgave myself for it...”
“I remember...” You looked into the distance and Peter questioned your words. "I was looking at the ducks when harsh winds came, something flew into the railing sending me straight into the water. I couldn’t breathe, couldn't see. But then...”
“I saved you...” Peter finished your sentence for you.
You looked into his eyes. He was your savior. The person you wanted to put a face onto for years. You were sure now.
“That day, by the East River. You saved me.” Your eyes were getting glossy “The day everything went wrong.” You whipped a tear away. “You’re my hero” You smiled. “You saved my life.”
"So you're ok?" He wondered with a smile.
"Yeah Parker. I'm ok. You can stop blaming yourself now," You giggled.
You looked at him for a second, mindlessly placing a hand on his cheek. You let out a short laugh as your lips were about to touch. Finally, you brought your lips to his, and you felt your entire world light up.
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Pairing; Peter Parker x Female!Reader
Summary; You and your boyfriend play Animal Crossing wherever you are.
Word Count; 372
Authors Note; a week ago I reset my island to start fresh again and I haven’t stopped playing since! So I thought a cute and short fic about Animal Crossing could be a good start to test the waters in writing for Peter for the first time! (Peter is 18+ in this) Hope you enjoy <3
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Ever since you and Peter bought a pair of matching Nintendo Switch Lite each, you had been obsessed with playing Animal Crossing together. It would become a regular thing to catch the two of you playing together wherever you were. At school, at the library, or when you would go for a hangout together in the local park.
No matter where you were, your noses would be buried deep in a screen each as you catch bugs and fish, water flowers, pay Mr. Tom “Greedy” Nook ridiculous fees, had cute picnic dates, and helped each other to decorate both islands to perfection.
You would most of the time sit on his lap as he had his arms around you to make it easier to have an overview of both screens. The two of you in your little Animal Crossing world as the world around you became a blur and unimportant.
One of your favorite places to hang out and play would be high up on a building as you dangle your feet over the edge together, cozying up together shoulder against shoulder. At the same time, you had the most beautiful view of the busy city below.
Even on a school night, you and he would be up playing together for hours until the early light in the morning.
There was a light knock on your bedroom window, and you immediately knew that it was your boyfriend that had come over to play some Animal Crossing with you as planned. It was the dead of night, and your parents were sleeping just down the hall.
“Did you bring the goodies?” You whispered as low as possible when you had opened the window to let him in.
“All of our favorites,” he answered in the same tone while he held up the bag of drinks and snacks that would be consumed by the two of you in a heartbeat.
You were snuggled up together on your bed, the twinkling lights in your room creating a cozy atmosphere. The snacks and drinks are long gone by now. You would both steal a few kisses here and there as you were having fun and enjoying each other's company both in the real and fictional world.
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canoodling: fem stark! reader; early morning cuddles with your favorite spider boy and a message from your meddling dad
hands: gn avenger! reader; a completely self indulgent fic about peter’s hands
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Cuddles: The best medicine P.P
a/n: Small blurb 🥰
It was Friday night, Peter was done with his patrolling and was now swinging around your neighborhood to you. Ever since the two of you started dating Peter made a rule that weekends were reserved for you, and you didn't dare argue you loved the thought of having him for almost two whole days.
Peter knew he was a bit late at night and you must have already gone to sleep but he couldn't wait to be with you; to have you in his arms. Sliding the window up he carefully entered your room, trying not to trip over anything and then seeing the most adorable sight in front of him. He loved seeing you sleep, looking so peaceful as cute little snores left you mouth or when you grabbed his shirt in your fist while cuddling; a little chuckle leaving his mouth remembering all the times you cuddled.
All those memories made Peter even more desperate to hold you, getting rid of his suit he got in his sweatpants and a plain old tee. He climbed onto the bed and under the covers scooting closer to you, snaking his arm around you and placing a kiss on your neck which was enough to make you stir in your sleep and flutter your eyes open; Peter nuzzling his nose in you neck breathing in your intoxicating scent.
"Peter?" You rasped.
"Hey, I missed you." He confessed.
"Missed you too." You said and turned over to face him, caressing his cheek and freckles that were illuminated by the moonlight coming from the window, putting you in a trance. While you were taking his features in, Peter took this opportunity and pulled you closer by your waist and into a long awaited kiss, leaving you in a laughing mess later. You placed your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeats, "Tell me about your day Pete."
Peter began telling you about his rather uneventful day and after ten minutes of his rambling he looked down at you with doe eyes as you laid peacefully on his chest giving his butterflies and drifting off himself after admiring you.
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Peter Parker x reader
Summary: Based on this tiktok I saw, which basically complies Sam and Bucky messing with Peter while at work but i added them ‘flirting’ with you and some other stuff.
a/n: i wanted to take a quick break from illicit pt 2, but i'm working on it now! Just need to figure out the plot. But when i saw this tiktok i knew that i had to write a blurb about it.
Even though Peter works at Stark Industries, not only as a superhero but also interning under his greatest hero, he still wanted to keep that mundane part of his life, and that involves getting a job, and spending lots of time with the love of his life. And, the ice cream on the corner of 30 and 34th was the perfect solution. It was something that could keep him grounded, not to mention he got paid for ‘testing’ ice cream flavors and hanging out with you, and there weren’t many crazy parents that would bother him, so it's a win win.
Clocking in for his shift, he saw you, already waiting in the back room, putting on your name tag while listening to music with headphones. Peter took this opportunity and surprised you by hugging you from behind and giving you a quick kiss on the neck. You jump a little, then when you realized it was Peter, you cupped his cheek with your hand and gave him a light kiss.
“How are you? Catch any crime lords today?” You asked, pulling away from Peter, letting him grab his name tag from the dish that compelled everyones.
“No crime lords, just a bunch of flashers.” Peter shook his head, remembering the images flashing through his head, as you let out a disgusted ‘ugh’. “The amount of web-fluid I used just to cover up everything was disgusting. Eventually the cops came and they’re going to jail. But I don’t want to think about that now. Just want to eat some ice cream and hang out with you.” Placing the name tag on chest, he held out his hand for you and you gladly took it, leaving the small room.
“Is anyone else here?” Peter asked you as you got out to the main floor, with Peter behind the ice cream and you behind the counter. Early in your jobs here, you discovered that Peter’s super strength could be used to scoop the freezing ice cream, in doing so flexed his muscles, normally getting a giggle out of a few customers but Peter never seemed to notice, after giving them their dessert, he would always flash a smile to you.
“I think it’s just us, the others left when I got here.” You replied, “wanna start trying the ice cream flavors?”
Peter smiled and got a couple of small spoons and opened the tubs of ice cream and started to eat. After about 10 minutes, business picked up. Swarms of families, couples and friends coming in; and that on its own was fine, but out of the corner of your eye you saw flashing lights and yelling.
You looked over to Peter whose face went pale. There were only two famous people that would come to this shop for only one reason, to mess with Peter.
The door swung open and Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson came into the store, with big smirks on their face while ignoring everyone else around them. Looking over towards Peter, the last time he looked this pissed was last week, when this exact thing happened.
“Hey Peter, we would like to try… actually you pick Sam, I have no idea what I want.” Sarcasm dripped from Bucky’s voice as he was trying so hard not to laugh.
“Two samples of your rocky road, please.” Sam asked, “though, we might need to try some more flavors to know what we want.”
Peter rolled his eyes and groaned, he picked up two sample spoons, opening the glass door while staring daggers into Sam and Bucky. Handing the spoons back to the two Avengers, they each dramatically tasted the ice cream while still trying to piss off Peter.
“So Buck, did you see Spider-man out in the streets today?” Sam started.
“You know what I did see Spider-man swinging around in his little leotard.” Bucky replied then, put his spoon back into the trash dish, looking over to Peter. “Two samples of your chocolate peanut butter cup ice cream, kid.”
Doing the same process again -getting two spoons while glaring at Bucky and Sam- Peter felt like he was going to explode. And this process repeated about 5 more times, until Sam and Bucky decided that they shockingly did not want any of the flavors and went with plain vanilla with an absurd amount of toppings just to piss Peter off.
But today, they wanted to do something a little extra. “Thank you kid, now do we pay with that lovely lady down there?” Sam pointed towards you as you were sorting out the customers before them.
“Yeah?” Peter was confused when the torment ended much quicker than usual. But when he saw Sam and Bucky’s smirk he couldn’t help but get much more aggravated and maybe a little jealous.
Putting the pieces together about you and Peter was quite simple. Peter was all too eager to go to work when he was at the Avengers tower and was always seen with a smile on his face when he was on his phone. And when Sam and Bucky first came in, they saw how Peter acted around you.
“Hey Doll, just two double scoops.” Bucky said.
You nodded and tapped the screen, then pushed the chip reader out towards them, “That’ll be $6.50.”
“Actually, is it possible for me to pay with cash?” Bucky asked. He and Sam quickly looked back at Peter who was fuming with rage, and he swore that he squeezed the scooper so tight that he dented it.
You nodded your head, perfectly knowing what they were doing. Peter had told you countless times about how Sam and Bucky would tease him, and you figured that they must know that you two are together.
“Here you go darlin’” Bucky handed you two five dollar bills and when you opened the cash register, you saw a receipt in between the bills.
You glanced at it, and immediately gave it back. You swore you saw something that he bought but didn’t want to question it. “This was in between the bills.” You slid it across the counter subtly, trying not to make a scene.
“Oh shit, my bad.” Bucky laughed. “I had to run to the store to get my extra large condoms and completely forgot about the receipt. Gotta be safe, right Sam?”
“WHAT?” Peter yelled. He marched over to you and put his arm around you like he was trying to protect you, even though the worst thing about this was the pain in your ribs from trying not to laugh. “You two, leave.”
Sam and Bucky shrugged their shoulders and waved back to you, and you gave a light smile in return.
“I am so sorry about them, I swear when I next see them-”
“Peter, calm down. It was just a joke, and it was not like they are some creep I don’t know. In fact, last week they told me about the joke to ask if I was ok with it when they payed for their ice cream.” You explained to Peter.
The wheels in Peter's head started to turn and it all clicked. He wondered why you were laughing last week with them, he just assumed they told you some embarrassing story about him failing training.
“I feel really dumb right now.”
“It’s fine, you know I would never leave you. Now, come on Petey, it’s closing time and we need to kick everyone out.”
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hands | p. parker x gn avenger! reader
summary: a completely self indulgent fic about Peter’s hands
warnings: uh hand on thigh ? idk its v fluffy
a/n: thank you all so much for the love on my first post, i was not expecting that! i’m going to try to post every few days, i have a bunch of ideas in mind but you’re always welcome to send in requests! i primarily want to write for peter (duh), bucky, and spencer reid but i’m down for hp and outer banks characters. i’m also looking to make more mutuals if anyone’s interested!
You were obsessed with your boyfriends hands. You loved every aspect of him but you were especially infatuated with his hands. Despite them reflecting his hero duties, being littered with cuts, burns, bruises, callouses, you constantly told him how pretty they were. You loved to hold and fiddle with them. Its become a habit of sorts, sometimes doing it absentmindedly. You would watch them as he did the most mundane of things with such adoration in your eyes.
It started on a mission, a rather lowkey one both you and Peter were permitted to go on. You were noticeably bursting with excitement, as it was a rare occurrence for Tony to let his precious prodigies and the youngest avengers on a mission. As you neared the location your excitement simmered down to nerves. Peter swore he wasn’t hyperaware of you in an overbearing boyfriend way he was just... observant and particularly in tune to your emotions. He knows you and loves you hence how he immediately picks up on the sudden mood change.
He also knows you’re far too proud to admit your nerves and didn’t want to agitate you by prying, so he did the next best thing to comfort you. He dropped a clothed hand into your lap and rubbed it up and down your inner thigh. After a minute he rested it on your upper thigh and looked up at the side of your face. You look down at your lap and hold his hand, cupping it with both of yours. He smiles at the action and tucks some stray hairs behind your ear giving him access to your cheek, then presses a soft kiss to it.
You had held hands before of course, but this time it felt especially intimate, despite the nearby spectators littered around the quinjet. No matter where you were Peter made you feel so safe and protected. The sweet gesture immediately alleviated your nerves.
Since then he would drop a hand on your lap or thigh to ground you when you got anxious. Or more selfishly when he wanted your attention, as you could never resist holding his hand and playing with his fingers.
Sat on his lap while he was playing video games you couldn’t help but admire his hands gripping the controller, accentuating his veins. ￼You inch up the sleeve of his hoodie to further reveal them to you. Slowly, like a tiger about to pounce on its prey, you reach out to trace the prominent veins on his hands, up his arms. Peter adjusts himself to rest his head on the crook of your neck, placing a kiss there.
You and Peter were sat on his bed facing each other, you on the end, him by the headboard. Both with your respective schoolwork sprawled out around you. As you finish up the last page of notes you’re reviewing you look up as Peter let’s out a frustrated sigh. Searching his face you conclude he’s stressed and needs a break. Shuffling closer you grab the hand that’s frantically flipping through a textbook and bring it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to it. Peter looks up and smiles at the gesture.
“Let’s take a quick break, I’ll make us some tea,” you say in a soothing voice.
Peter nods and follows as you stand, hands still intertwined, Peter tugs your hand towards him, pulling you into his chest. He then brings you into a sweet, slow kiss, trying to convey his thanks. As you break apart and make your way to the kitchen Peter silently thanks whatever higher power sent you to him, you always knew what he needed when he need it, sometimes before even he did.
In between his legs, your back pressed up against his chest, you were reading Pride and Prejudice aloud. Peter wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you in as closely as possible, soaking in your soothing voice and hanging off your every word. After you flipped the page instead of returning your hand back to the book you peeled Peter’s off your middle and held it. Peter smiled and raised your intertwined hands, opening his making yours do the same. He admired how much bigger his hand was compared to yours.
“You’re so small and cute, like my own little person,” he muses only half jokingly.
Blushing, you respond with a teasing “shut it.”
Breathing out a light chuckle, Peter tilts your head to face his with his other hand and mumbles an “absolutely adorable” into your mouth before connecting your lips in a slow and sultry kiss.
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Hey! I’m currently taking requests! Requests are currently open for Spider-Man/ Peter Parker, Bucky, Wanda, Nat and Loki. I might eventually branch out and do the other characters but for now I’d like to stick to those 3.
Important: if you want anything specific please put it in the request with the prompt. Example if you want the reader to be related to be related to another character, a certain aspect to the character, or certain race and gender. So please put the pronouns you want in your request and if you have any other details those too.
“Just calm down, things will be fine.”“My wife is being held at gunpoint and you think now is a suitable time to tell me to calm down.”
“Please don’t let me fall.” - “Never.”
“You take me instead, do you hear me? Give her/him/them back and you take me instead.”
* “Don’t tell me you’re fine, I can see the blood!”
“If you’re watching this then that means I didn’t make it.”
“No you can’t braid my hair.” “Come on please? Pretty please? For me?”
“Maybe if you actually stop staring at her and talk to her, you might have a chance.”
“You can sleep now. I’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.”
“You can’t have her and it’s killing you inside.”
“How many did you take? Open your mouth, I need to see.” (TW)
“The way he watches you. like he’s ready to take a bullet for you.” “Is that a bad thing?”
“Take my gun and go with Sam, please I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t hurt you” - “You won’t hurt me.” - “Please. Just do it.” (Bucky specific)
“Keep your hands over your ears, do you hear me? Even when the noises stop. Don’t listen.”
“It was working until you showed up, you Damn (nickname)! I mean, this isn’t fair. You had your chance with her! You had your chance and you blew it! And this is my chance and I am not going to blow it because we are meant for each other! And this is all just been one stupid mistake! I was gonna propose tonight.
“My mom told me to Never trust a man that can dance.”
“You’re absolutely beautiful.” He sighed into my hair. “And your ex-boyfriend is an absolute moron for letting a girl like you go.” “Yeah you are you dope now let’s go get some dinner.”
"I hate seeing you two be all coupley in public when I'M the one you're fucking."
"Hey! Wait for me my prince!". Loki stopped dead in his tracks, his breath shallow and wondering why that voice still made them feel this way. (Loki specific)
you obviously can't be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.
“(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”
“You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you won’t take her from me.”
“You broke her heart and came back for more, you bastard.”
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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: language, the briefest mention of sex, ANGST
Inspired by: 8 Letters - Why Don't We
There are so many things that Peter loves about you.
He loves the way your tongue peaks out between your lips when you’re concentrating too hard on your chemistry homework. He loves the way you doodle in the margins of your notebook when you get bored in history class. He loves the way you draw patterns on the back of his hand absentmindedly during movie nights with Ned and MJ. He loves the way your nose scrunches slightly and your eyes crinkle when you laugh. He loves the way you look with nothing but his baggy t-shirt on.
He could go on and on.
There are so many things that Peter loves about you, but he just can’t bring himself to admit - to himself or to you or to anyone else - that he loves you.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to love you. It’s just that people he’s lost people that he loves.
He loved his parents, and they died. He loved Uncle Ben, and he died. He loved Tony, and he died.
Sure, there are plenty of other people that he loves - like Aunt May, Ned, and little Morgan - that he still has, but he doesn’t want to risk it.
Peter doesn’t want to lose you too, so he doesn’t say it, doesn’t acknowledge just how deeply he feels for you.
And some days he wonders if that’s fair to you, to deprive you of something you so freely have him months ago. The little 'I love you' had tumbled from your lips so easily as you laid tangled in the sheets beneath him, breathless and beautiful and so entirely too good for someone who felt as broken as he did. After that day, you spoke the words often, but you never expected anything from him in return.
You wait so patiently for him, and for that alone Peter wants to love you. You gave so much of yourself to him - your time, your body, your heart - and Peter wants to return the favor, but he just...can’t.
He’s come close to telling you what he knows you want to hear. He’s come so goddamn close, but every time the words are at the tip of his tongue, he swallows them whole and pushes the feelings down, down, down, down until they’ve disappeared from his mind completely. It’s like the minute he finally gives in to just how strongly he feels for you, you’ll slip through his fingers one way or another, and he’s not sure he could survive that.
He was still raw from Tony’s death, after all, and if he lost you now...
He’s pulled from his thoughts by a light flick on his forehead, and he lifts his eyes from his still blank assignment to see you smiling softly at him. “I can literally feel you thinking too hard, Pete,” you tell him, and though there’s a teasing lilt to your voice, he can see just how concerned you are in your eyes. “Wanna talk about it?”
He smiles at you in return, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “No, it’s nothing,” he lies. You see right through him, just as you always do when he gets like this. He cups your face, the pad of his thumb brushing over your cheekbone tenderly. “I’m fine. I promise.”
You don’t push, you don’t prod. You never do. Instead, you give him the time he needs to sort through his thoughts and feelings, knowing that eventually he’ll open up. And when he does, you’ll listen closely, give advice if the situation warrants it, and reassure him that everything’s okay despite the worst of his worries.
It’s one of the many things that he loves about you.
“I love you, you know,” you say instead, leaning forward to press your forehead against his. Your breath fans over his face, smelling of the spearmint gum that you’re always chewing on, and the familiarity of it, of you, helps him relax just enough to forget his fears for a moment. Your fingertips trail down the length of his arm to his hand, entangling your hand in his.
You help ground him, anchoring him to you and to the present, and, again, he thinks you deserve to be loved in a way that he’s not sure he can. You deserve so much more than he can give you.
He wants to tell you as much, but Peter also wants to be selfish and never let you go.
So instead, he says, “I know.”
You don’t deflate when he doesn’t say it back. You don’t frown or rip your hand from his or run from the room in anger and frustration and sadness. Instead, your smile grows wider before you press your lips to his.
Peter feels the guilt creep in, slowly overtaking the fear, and he wants to just say it so badly. He wants to tell you, over and over and over again until you’re sick of hearing it. But he doesn’t. He can’t.
“Y/N, I-” He tries, he really fucking tries, but he chokes on the words. Why is it so hard to just tell you what you deserve to hear? Why is it so hard to say it back? He feels so frustrated and so, so goddamn undeserving of you, and it hurts to think that he could be hurting you by not saying it back.
It shouldn’t be this hard.
You press your lips to his again and squeeze his hand reassuringly. “It’s okay, Pete. I know.” Another kiss pressed against his lips. “I know. I promise I know.”
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This is a bigger amount than I thought this blog would ever get, and I’m not really sure what to do for it? So far I have these fic ideas, under the keep reading. Because you guys are so cool, please vote and tell me what you’d prefer, and I’ll write it!!
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A) Fic about Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) and Reader working at Oscorp and then FEAST, and he’s obviously hiding being Spider-Man to her. Lots of workplace shenanigans, including Reader and Peter constantly being exhausted from coding and departmental work, but they get along. They become best friends, and Peter suggests that Reader volunteers at FEAST with him, because he can totally see her being kind to the less fortunate. Probably a good amount of angst because Reader finds out about Gwen Stacy, and Mary Jane shows up not too much later. I don't know if this would be a sad ending, but I can definitely see a lot of unrequited love where Reader is distraught about being Peter's best friend, but not his lover.
B) It's the medieval times (AU), and Loki Odinson is a faraway prince from the kingdom of Asgard. Reader is a princess who is arranged to be married with him, but she's actually super sweet and delicate and has no sense for politics. Loki feels super guilty being, well, him, and he decides that he is going to protect her, and see to it that no one ever hurts her in the kingdom of Midgard. Loki is very much like a cat, in that his affection isn't obvious but it is there, and Reader is like a little piece of sunshine who can't really do wrong by Loki. She is naive to his tricky nature, and she doesn't know that he is also the vigilante that the Seven kingdoms are trying to execute: Laufeyson.
C) Reader gets super super injured during a hectic battle, and Din Djarin (the Mandalorian) is horrified because he thinks it's all his fault. He goes out of his way to give her the efforts to heal, but the space makes her think that he might not care at all. She's only a part of his crew, after all. The opposite couldn't be more true, and he reassures her super strongly by taking care of her for a couple of days. Probably would be a sick fic with some angst and then mostly fluff.
D) Poe Dameron and Reader have both been associated with being annoying, rude to higher ups in the Resistance, and just generally obnoxious because they think they're right. Reader is a mechanic who gets irritated from how Poe treats BB-8 too roughly, and he insists that she's just not taking care of him as well as she could. They get send to the remedial course that only exists to give members of the Resistance a second chance to do better, and it's usually an embarrassment. Both Reader and Poe know they've done nothing to deserve this, but it doesn't stop Leia, who puts her foot down. They eventually have to make amends, and fall in love.
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MCU - Masterlist
Here’s every pieces I wrote about Marvel charactersl!
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Summary: The day the voices became silent was the first day of the end. They were always there with me since forever. So when they decided to stay silent, I knew something was wrong. Half of the universe got erased. Since then, silence. Until that night when I heard his voice.
Warm Drinks for Cold Nights
Summary: It’s New Years Eve. Everywhere on the planet, people that just got the majority are impatient to drink their favorite drinks. Why? Because, every year, on December 31th, every young adult that just turned 18 can see, at the bottom of their favorite drink, a form, something that relate them to their soulmate. But the world is big. There’s many people. Thus, even with a clue, finding the right one is still hard. Will luck be on his side, this time? And her… Will she find her soulmate?
Falling For You
Summary: Being in love with your best friend is hard, and complicated. That’s what everybody think, and that’s what they thought. Until something happened… and then she fell.
Who’s the princess, now?
Summary: Being kidnapped in the past left a mark. But it’s also how you discovered that your boyfriend was also a hero. Ant Man, aka Scott Lang. One peaceful week end when he has to leave again for something top secret, you’re left alone with Cassie… Until weird noises from outside your door alarms you…
Till I See You Again
Summary: They say you never forget your first love. He didn’t. He couldn’t. He tried. Until…
One Last Time
Summary: Years later after her dad’s death, Morgan is still in denial. She can’t grieve in peace. She couldn’t say goodbye. But she is Tony Stark’s kid, and nothing can stop her from talking to her dad one last time.
Alone Together (Male!Reader)
Summary: When you learn a terrifying news that breaks your heart into pieces, only one person can comfort you. Because he, too, went through the same pain.
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Bucky: what are you doing
Y/N: I’m stealing my neighbor’s cat
Bucky: can I help
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Jealous || Peter Parker
summary: you and peter celebrate may 4th by binging the star wars movies but by the end of the day you notice he’s become distant and irritable anytime a certain character comes on screen
a/n: happy star wars day everyone- here’s a blurb with our fav star wars fan peter
word count: 622
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It was May 4th and being the happy couple you were, you and Peter spent your day off binging as many Star Wars movies as you could fit into the day. Now it was nearly midnight as you and Peter sat on the couch, you leaning into his chest while his arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you closer. Yawning while the movie continued to play on the television in front of the two of you, you watched as Han Solo shot at a stormtrooper coming in his direction.
“Damn.” You yawned. “Look at him go.”
As soon as the words slipped out of your mouth, however, you felt as Peter tensed below you, his arm leaving its place around your shoulder, instead falling into his lap. Glancing up at your boyfriend, you grabbed the remote, pausing the film.
“What’s wrong?” You asked.
Still staring at the paused screen in front of him, Peter shrugged.
Nothing? Something was definitely wrong.
“Did I... do something?” You asked.
Shrugging again, Peter refused to meet your eyes.
“You’ve been talking about Han Solo all day.” He said finally, cutting you off. “Every time he comes on, you just have to say something.”
Quirking your eyebrow you looked between him in the television.
“What are you?” You asked. “Jealous?”
Finally meeting your eyes, Peter raised his voice.
“I’m not jealous!” He exclaimed.
“You’re totally jealous.” You teased.
You couldn’t believe it. Your boyfriend was actually jealous of a movie character and the casual compliments you had apparently been throwing him the entire movie marathon.
“He’s not a real person, Peter!” You yelled. “You have nothing to worry about-”
“But if he was real you would want him instead of me, wouldn’t you?” Peter asked, pushing himself up off of the couch.
You couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh my God, Pete!” You shouted. “Do you realize how dumb this conversation is? I mean a few hours ago you told me Leia was your childhood crush and you don’t see me making a big deal out of it.”
“That’s different!” He argued, throwing his hands in the air.
“How is that different?” You asked, crossing your arms. “I mean honestly, Peter, tell me. I want to know how it’s different.”
Tugging his hair, Peter scrambled to find the words to explain it to you.
“Because what, Peter?”
“Because I love you!” Peter shouted before lowering his voice to almost a mumble. “I don’t love Leia.”
When he said those three words, the anger washed out of your body as soon as it had come. Although the two of you had been dating for months, neither of you had confessed your love for the other yet, finding other words to express your affection, too afraid to scare the other away.
But he had just said it. He had just confessed his love for you... even if it was the most laughable situation to do so in.
“You.. you love me?” You asked, wanting to make sure you had heard him properly.
Scratching the back of his neck, he nodded.
You didn’t even have to think about the next few words that came out of your mouth.
“I love you too, Peter.” You confessed. “Don’t get me wrong, the Star Wars guys are great-”
“-But none of them compare to you, baby.”
You watched as a smile suddenly graced Peter’s face as he made his way back over to his seat on the couch. Cupping your face in his hands, he pulled you towards him, bringing your lips to meet his.
“I love you.” He told you once again, pulling away.
Leaning in closer to him, your lips inches away from his, you smiled.
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꧁ zia’s masterlist!
p.s. this blog is very much a work in progress! please dont be afraid to shoot me an ask <3
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sebastian stan/bucky barnes
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☀︎︎ Peter Parker
Pickup Lines ㋛♥︎
peter parker x avenger!reader
after an accident on a mission, peter starts spewing out corny pick-up lines.
☀︎︎ Tom Holland
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