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sunshineandaisies · a day ago
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Words: 930
Warnings: language, plenty of angst
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Peter found you on a random rooftop in Queens, your knees drawn up to your chest as you sat in front of one of the many murals of Iron Man that painted the city following the victory over Thanos.
You knew he was there before he even said anything.
Despite the sounds of the city below, you heard his gentle landing behind you, heard his light footsteps as he padded closer and closer, heard his soft sigh as he realized just what you had been doing since you disappeared from the Tower over an hour ago.
He quietly sat beside you, pulling his mask off before finally saying, “Pepper’s worried about you. You kinda just disappeared in the middle of dinner.” Peter was a comforting presence beside you as you struggled to stay afloat in your grief; your personal life preserver in your tide of emotions. “I told her I’d find you and convince you to go home before it gets too late.”
“Home,” you muttered and laughed mirthlessly. “It doesn’t feel like home without him.”
“Y/N,” Peter breathed, his voice hardly louder than a whisper. “I know that you… I miss him, too.”
“This isn’t the first time I’ve lost him,” you whispered, your voice breaking ever so slightly as a sob threatened to escape you. Tears were blurring your vision, but no amount of tears would distort the image of Iron Man - of your father - enough to forget the pain that just seeing the tributes to him caused without fail. “I’ve lost him before, but he’d always come back. He’d always come home.” You furiously swiped at the stray tears, hating how weak it made you feel, how broken it made you feel. Especially in front of Peter. It was useless, and new tears swiftly replaced those that you wiped away. “This is the first time he’s not coming back.”
Peter didn’t respond. What do you say to someone who lost as much as you had? Your sobs filled the silence, and Peter hung his head in defeat.
“Why did it have to be him?” you choked out. You hadn’t expected Peter to answer. Hell, he was probably wondering the same thing. You tore your gaze away from the mural for the first time in nearly forty minutes, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “He knew what those fucking stones could do to him, and he still used them anyway!”
You wanted to scream and rage and cry and...and you wanted to hug your dad and never let him go. You couldn’t even remember the last time you hugged him. Had it been on the battlefield? So much had been happening around you that you couldn’t even remember if you’d hugged your dad.
The tears kept coming, faster and faster. Had you hugged your dad one last time before he died, before he sacrificed his life to put an end to Thanos once and for all? You didn’t know, and it only made your loss hurt even more.
“Why did it have to be him?” you repeated, leaning into Peter and resting your head on his shoulder. Instinctively, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him. “Why did he have to leave me? What about Morgan? What about Pepper? What about you? Why did he have to leave us?”
“He saved us,” Peter answered, but it sounded strangled, as if he were feeling just as lost without your dad as you felt. “He beat Thanos.”
You finally looked up at your companion, scanning the features of his face. His eyes were rimmed red, unshed tears shimmering within them, and the dark circles beneath them were even more pronounced from the shadows cast over his face by the lights of the city. “We could have found another way. There had to be another way. There just had to.”
Again, Peter didn’t respond. He didn’t know how.
Instead, he took your face between his hands, gently wiping your tears away with a soft brush of his thumbs. You sat there in silence, just staring at one another and trying to communicate what neither of you could bring yourselves to say.
‘Don’t leave me, too’.
The sound of a notification on your phone broke the moment, and you hesitantly pulled your phone from your pocket to see a barrage of texts from the last hour. Some were from Pepper, a couple from Rhodey, but most were from Peter himself before he’d found you. The most recent text, however, was from Pepper, asking if you’d be home in time to say goodnight to Morgan.
Having read the text over your shoulder, Peter asked, “Want me to swing you home?”
There it was again. Home. How could the place that taunted you with memories of your father ever be a home to you again?
You glanced at the boy beside you, the boy that had been your companion in grief for the last few months. Peter was the only one that could dry your tears and ease the ache in your heart. It was no surprise that it was him and not Sam or Rhodey or even Pepper that came after you once you disappeared in the middle of ‘family dinner’ at the Tower.
“Will you stay with me?” you asked, and after a brief flash of panic in his chocolate eyes, he nodded.
And just like that, with a simple nod of his head, an immense weight lifted from your shoulders. Maybe the Tower would eventually feel like home again so long as Peter was by your side.
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spideyanakin · a day ago
Dead Poets Society (Chapter 2)
Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis - 1959, your grandfather being the headmaster of Welton Academy - an all boys Boarding School, wanted you close to him after your parents death. Forcing you to join beyond any rules to be a student there. Despite strict rules you still fell in love with one. But Tom seems to be loosing the will to live when his strict family forces their wishes on him. Can one amazing teacher change your lives forever?
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Chapter 2 - Carpe Diem
September 15
The year wasn’t so boring after all.
“What do you mean you went to see her at her school?” You stopped Sam as he darted from Tom’s room to his.
“An angel.” He grinned as he planted himself in front of you with a dreamy look in his eyes. “Love of my life.” He mumbled making you smile.
“Well, what did she say?” You bounced on your heels in anticipation.
“I don’t know.” He looked away and then back to you. “I didn’t talk to her.”
“What do you mean you didn’t talk to her!?” you punched his chest with the back of your hand, hating the ending of his story. “Why!?”
“Her boyfriend...” He slumped his shoulder and walked back to his dorm, lightly slamming the door behind him. As if on cue your own boyfriend arrived in a fury running in the hallway like a mad man.
“I found what I truly want to do!” He looked into your eyes before shoving a piece of paper into your hands.
“A Midsummer night's dream?” You raised an eyebrow as you watched him jump up and down on his bed. You shared a concerning look with Harrison. “What does it have to do with you?” You fought back a smile.
“They’re putting it on a Kingston Hall.” He replied/scream earning raised eyebrows. “Open Tryouts! OPEN TRYOUTS!” He shouted turning to you and moving his hands towards you like he wanted to just grab your face and kiss you but couldn’t. He huffed in frustration and made a full circle.
“I’m going to act!” He smiled with a dreamy look in his eyes. “YES! YES! I’m gonna be an actor!” You watched your boyfriend as his eyes filled with sparks. “I wanted to try this forever but my father wouldn’t let me!”
“Yeah, I remember when you wanted to try for the summer play last year.” You smiled in admiration, leaning on his doorway.
He looked at you like the world couldn’t get any better “For the first time in my whole life, I know what I wanna do. AND IM GOING TO DO IT! CAARRPEE DIEEEEEAM!” He screamed with a chuckle.
“Tom, hold on. What if your father finds out?” Harrison broke in.
“To hell with him!” You giggled, happy to see Tom happy.
“Yes.” He turned to you and huffed a laugh. “He won’t. First I need to get the part and then I can worry about him finding out.” He looked at you and smiled again. “If I don’t ask him, at least I won’t be disobeying him.”
“I’m happy for you.” you reached for him and squeezed his shoulder, the contact being short but sending shivers down both your bodies.
“No touching!” Harrison joked imitating your grandfather’s voice. You scrunched up your nose.
“Ew. Don’t do that again, Haz.”
September 28
“When are you getting the audition results?” You asked Tom as Sam took Harry's place in the middle of the circle.
“Next week.” He whispered back.
“My actor.” You ruffled his hair before pressing a kiss to his lips.
Sam cleared his throat when the kiss wouldn't stop. You both blushed with a light chuckle, resting your head on his shoulder to look at Sam who was ready to say his poem.
“Now" He stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles. "In honor of my love for Chris.”
"Who I still haven't met by the way?" You raised an eyebrow. "I need to check if she's worthy of you."
"You'll meet her soon enough." He chuckled. "Anyways, I have prepared a poem.”
“Like the one you wrote for class?” Harry grinned.
“No.” Sam deadpanned before clearing his throat again, straightening himself, and opening the book of verse. “This one is from Romeo and Juliet.” He gave Harry a death glare.
“Well, c’mon do your poem.” You grinned, Tom wrapping his hand a little tighter around your waist.
“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Chris is the sun.” Everyone laughed at the name change, the vibration of Tom’s laughter making your heart skip a beat. “Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she:”
You thought for a second as you heard Sam’s words. You lifted your stare to look at Tom. You couldn’t help but stare at him as the words of love escaped your friend's mouth. You loved Tom more than anything in the whole wide world, and nothing could alter that.
Right here, at that moment, you knew he was the one you were meant to spend the rest of your life with. The one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
“Wait a minute.” Harry broke Sam’s speech as he watched you look at Tom with a love-struck expression. “Didn’t Romeo and Juliet get married like the second they met?” His lips broke into a grin.
“Yeah. They fell in love and got married right away. Why?” you replied.
“You two should get married.”
“What?” Both you and Tom turned your full attention to Harry who couldn’t stop smiling at the idea.
“It would be just the poets. There’s a village far enough they won’t know who we are, but close enough we can go by bike right now and come back before curfew. It's Saturday who cares if we leave campus? They have this beautiful little chapel. You guys should do it! Carpe Diem right?”
You blinked as his words soaked it.
“Make this Romeo and Juliet but without the death! Write your own story! Seize the goddamn day! Carpe Diem for Christ sakes” He continued. “The two of you love each other so much you would get married someday anyway!” You cheeks flushed at that comment. “Why not do it now!?” He aggressively banged his hands together to make his point.
You turned to look at Tom, he met your eyes for a slight second before turning towards Sam. “Give me the book.” He waved his hand and Sam handed it to him.
“What’s your favorite poem again? Some with the sea?” You didn’t understand what he was doing but you replied anyway.
“Yeah, Out of the rolling ocean the crow by Whitman. Why?” You looked at him while he flipped through the pages. “I think it’s page 289.”
Tom took your word and went to page 289 - indeed seeing the poem.
“Does anyone have a quill?” Everyone’s stare was glued to Tom who looked in a hurry. Harrison handed him his and Tom scribbled something on the neighboring page before ripping out the one with your poem on it.
“Tom, what the heck?” Instead of answering you, he stood up and walked to the other corner of the cave turning his back to everyone.
“Sam, will you help me with this?” Sam awkwardly nodded before trotting towards Tom.
Harry took the book from the floor and read what was scribbled. ‘Sorry if this page is missing, I needed something to propose the love of my life with.’ Harry shook his head and smiled.
“You son of a bitch” He chuckled and you looked at Harry in confusion. Before you could even grab the book and read it for yourself Tom turned around and stared down at you.
“Stand up.” He asked and you followed orders, dusting some dirt off your pants when you did. You looked at him up and down and noticed he was hiding the paper behind his back. “Y/n?” His soft tone echoed through the cave. All the boys stayed silent as they carefully listened.
“Yeah?” He took one of your hands in his free one, still locking eyes with you. He slowly got down on one knee and that’s when you realized what he was doing. The page was folded into a ring. 
He looked up to you with hope-filled eyes and started speaking again.
“To the one who took my heart,
I have loved you ever since I saw you,
as my love for you is as boundless as is It true.
Heaven is where you and I kiss each other,
So will you marry me?
And if you do agree,
I will be yours forever,
Dead Poet’s Honor.”
He squeezed your hand as he waited for your answer.
You took a second to really look at him. Taking in the sight of the love of your life. He looked gorgeous in the light of the moon. His messy hair and brown eyes sparkling. You thought about how literally 2 minutes ago you thought about the answer to that question and a huge smile painted your lips. You nodded as happy tears started coming to your eyes.
“Yes.” You blurt out jumping into his arms. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” You cried as you attacked him with kisses. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you did, taking in every second of happiness that this moment was bringing him.
“I love you so much.” He smiled before you crashed your lips to his again, smiling into the kiss.
He suddenly pulled away and grabbed your left hand, placing the poem ring on your finger. The whole cave echoed in claps and cheers worst than the time you had told Tom you loved him back, and the whole group started patting your backs.
Harry looked at his watch. "C'mon guys let's go!" He yawped with joy.
Tom locked your lips with his before picking you up bridal style. The cave still rang with chants and claps, and they didn't die out as you made your way back towards the campus.
He dropped you once you were back, and you all sprinted towards your bikes.
You all took random ones, Paddy almost tripping on one as the hurry got to him. You all started heading towards the road until an idea popped into your mind.
"Wait." you were almost out of the school's territory before you dropped your bike and sprinted towards the headmaster's house that was just near the perimeter.
They all watched you as you disappeared in between the trees, getting a glimpse of you when you climbed your window and stepped into your room.
You caught your breath before walking towards your closet, grabbing a chair on the way. You couldn’t remove the smile off your lips as you climbed on it and pushed out of the top shelf the huge Louis Vuitton Malle where all your mother's best belongings had been stored.
You opened it, taking in your mother's scent. It brought a sudden wave of nostalgia towards you as you sat on the floor and removed old photos that rested on top. You laid them on the floor of your room as you searched for the piece of clothing you wanted. You smiled when you saw the picture of your parents’ wedding that sat on a beautiful soft silk fabric.
You removed the picture, smiling when you saw it. The smile on your mother’s and father's face brought a feeling of pure happiness inside you. A sudden thought passed through you - you were going to get to live that happiness right now, with Tom.
That’s when you realized. Pictures. You at least needed someone to take pictures.
You jumped up and walked back towards your closet, fumbling with a few things before finally getting your hands on a camera. You dusted the lens and tried a picture, smiling when it got out in perfect condition. You got all your recharges and put them in your duffle bag along with the camera itself.
You walked back to the suitcase. Removed a few pouches, opening them to reveal the most beautiful pieces of jewelry. You’d just have to pick your favorite.
Finally, your hand landed on what you wanted.
The silky dress that was under the wedding picture. Your mother’s wedding dress. It was a simple dress but it was still the most beautiful one you had seen. You unfolded it and admired the hand-sewn details.
You didn't care if it fitted, but you packed it. You played around with all your jewelry collection until you made the perfect match. A necklace, pearl earrings, a beautiful shiny bracelet, and pretty hair clips. You even grabbed a bracelet that use to be your father’s for Tom.
You placed everything back in the Malle, and that’s when you realized there was something glued to the back of the wedding picture.
A transparent bag with two wedding rings. You didn’t think twice before taking them.
Your heart pounded with anticipation, a shiver of excitement passing through you when you jumped with the duffle bag on your shoulder, landing on the soft grass and running back towards the waiting boys.
“What's that future Mrs. Holland?” Tom wondered when he saw the bag over your shoulder, stealing you a kiss before you mounted your bike again.  
"Something - A surprise." He liked the sparkle in your eyes when you said it.
"And where's Harry?"
"He left too - said he needed to grab something."
“I can’t believe the two of you are getting married” Harrison grinned. "What would his parents and your grandpa said if they knew?” He let out a chuckle of disbelief.
“They won't” You bit your lip fighting back a smile. “We’ll make sure of that.” You nodded and looked left to see Tom staring back.
"I'm here!" Harry screamed sprinting towards you with his bag going up and down.
"What's this?" Paddy raised an eyebrow.
"You'll see."
An hour later and you all parked your bikes behind a beautiful little white stone Chapelle. You smiled, gripping the handle of your bag a little tighter.
“Wait, before we go in!” You zipped your bag open and fished out your camera. Waving it towards the boys.
“You’re a genius.” Harry’s face lit up.
“I brought enough recharges to make at least 60 photos.” You grinned as you showed them some picture paper packets.
Harry took the camera from you. “C’mon guys.” He waved for you to come into a group, Tom didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around your waist as you did. Harry clicked a few selfie-like pictures, one with you and Tom kissing as they all made disgusted faces, another one where you all did funny faces, and a more serious one with a few smiles.
You took a second to look at the Chapelle. It was a beautiful place. It was very small like it could host a max of 20 people and the outside walls were full of flowers and leaves that had climbed all the way up the roof.
“Shall we?” You wondered, sharing a smile with Tom that made your cheeks warm up. You walked inside, and the calmness of the place brought a certain feeling of peace inside, easing all your nerves at once.
A priest was standing at the other end, fumbling with something.
“How can I help you?” He wondered when he lifted his head to see a group of 6 teens staring at him.
“Yes.” You took a step forward. “We’d like to have a wedding. Right now if it’s possible.”
“A wedding?” He looked at you for a second, his stare shifting to yours and Tom's intertwined hands “I assume it’s the two of you?” You nodded. 
“Aren’t you a little too young?” He wondered at loud and quickly realized with the look in everyone's eyes that there was no arguing. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes.” You squeezed Tom’s hand.
“Alright.” He shrugged and turned to his altar. “Do you guys at least have better clothes? Or will you get married in those school uniforms?” He wondered with a chuckle.
"I do." You unshoulder your bag.
"And I got this for you." Harry gave his bag to Tom. "I couldn't let you get married in these ugly, lives threatening clothes now could I?"
“Harry?” You opened the back door of the chappel only to reveal your head.
Tom was changing behind a screen and the priest was starting some preparations around the altar.
There was no one but trees for kilometers away, so you weren't scared to get changed outside.
“Yeah?” He wondered as he met your eyes
“Could you come here for a second?” you asked and Harry looked around, confusion written all over his eyes. When you didn’t get a response you continued. “I promise I’m decent.” You chuckled. “I just need to ask you something.”
Harry shuffled with his Welton tie as he trotted towards you. You opened the door, staying behind it until you closed it. He moved his head up to see you - freezing when he took in your appearance.
You had untied and brushed your hair, it fell perfectly around your face, making you look like a goddess. You were personally surprised the dress fitted so well. It hugged every part of your body perfectly. The skirt was loose but the top part hugged your stomach and chest. The short sleeves fitted perfectly and the way it looked on you made you smile. It was meant to be.
Harry continued scanning your beautiful figure as the jewels perfectly reflected on your skin. He had never seen you like this - he felt his jaw drop.
“First, will you help with the buttons?” You wondered as you turned around taking your hair in your hands, making sure it wouldn’t get in the way. Harry nodded, feeling every word stuck in the back of his throat. You chuckled at his silence.
“You- you look beautiful.” He mumbled when you turned around.
“Thank you. Now I have something to ask you.” You looked into his eyes, a pause falling as he waited for your question. “Will you give me away?”
“Oh wow." His eyes lit up when he realized what you were asking. "I would love to!”
“Thank you.” You brought him into a tight hug. “This means a lot.” You let out a wobbly sigh into his arms.
“Don’t worry it’s normal.” He smiled awkwardly patting your shoulder. “You’re my best friend Y/n/n - I’m not going to let you walk down the aisle alone.” He scoffed like it would be an insult to let you do that.
“Also.” You pulled away from the hug and got something from your bag. “I found this in my mother's things. If you could give it to the priest.” Harry’s face lit up when he saw the rings.
“I knew we were missing something” He clicked his tongue with a smirk. “This is going to be amazing.” He shook his head.
“Tell me about it.”
“Nervous?” Harry wondered as you blew an agitated breath, holding on tight to a small bouquet of wildflowers.
“A little.” You smiled. “Excited nervous.” You looked at the Chapelle doors.
You were all ready and Tom was on the other end of the aisle, waiting for you - with all the boys sitting on the edge of their seats in the front row.
Sam had the camera lens locked on Tom’s face eagerly waiting to capture his face when you entered.
“Alright.” You smiled and Harry folded his arm so you could hold it. “Let’s do this.”
The air got sucked out of your lungs right there. You looked down the aisle to meet Tom’s eyes. He did indeed clean himself up as Harry asked.
He looked beautiful, in a suit you had probably never seen him wear before. His hair might have still been ruffled from the bike ride but that didn’t make him look any less godly. Candles reflected in his eyes making them look like pretty pools of honey.
You could just stare at him all day - and it took everything in you to remember how to walk.
Tom could say the same thing. All the sudden he forgot how to breathe. He had never seen you in a dress before and you looked like the way people say Aphrodite look like.
All the boys were starstruck by you - envying Tom but without an ounce of jealousy in them. 
Harry gave you a quick kiss on the cheek as you let go of his arm. You stepped up and met Tom’s eyes from close. You could bet he was on the edge of tearing up - and so were you.
You reached for Tom’s hand you felt sparks fly when they met. As if it was the very first time you had ever held him. His skin felt warm on yours and you never wanted to let go.
The priests said a bunch of random words but you were too focused on looking at Tom to hear them - so was Tom. He couldn’t stop staring and you and both of you blushed under each other's glances.
“Does anybody oppose?” Sam stood up and you and Tom’s heart went at lightning speed. All the boys looked at him like he was a mad man.
He cleared his throat. “I don’t actually oppose.” He gave a sheepish smile when he saw the weird look everyone was giving him. Everyone blew a thankful breath.
“I just- I wanted to say that I’ve never seen any two people who love each other the way these two do, Dead Poets Honor.” He put a hand over his heart “Even my parents don’t have the same look in their eyes. I love you both of you so much and I'm so happy you found each other. And I hope that someday Chris will look at me the way you look at Tom.” You puffed out a teary chuckle.
You wiped your eyes at his words and so did Harry and Paddy who nodded along - emotions catching up with everyone. You mumbled a thank you before bringing your stare back to your fiance.
“Well, thank you for that gentlemen. Now,” He turned his stare back to you and your husband to be. “Tom Holland, do you take-”
“Yes.” Everyone chuckled.
“Sorry.” He grinned when the priest looked at him with playful anger.
“I’ll repeat.” He cleared his throat. “Tom Holland, do you take Y/n-”
“Yes.” Everyone giggled at Tom.
“Will you please let me finish?” This time he seemed almost angry and Tom looked at him with a cheeky smile. “Alright, I know we all know the answer to this but formalities." He shrugged. "Tom Holland, do you take Y/n L/n to be your wife?”
“Yes.” Tom took a step closer to you as he placed the ring that was once your mother's on your finger. "Dead poets honor." He smile.
“Y/n L/n” He turned to you. “Do you take Tom Holland to be your husband?”
“Yes.” You nodded fighting back a tear when you placed your father’s wedding ring on Tom’s finger. "Dead poets honor"
“Congratulations. You are now husband and wife... You may kiss the bride.” The priest smiled when he saw the way you and Tom and looked up from your hands to each other’s eyes.
Tom took a second to step closer to you, placing his hand on your cheek to wipe a falling tear. He took your appearance in and you did the same.
For a second you felt like the only two people in the world and nothing else mattered. You brought your hand to his chest as he suddenly leaned in kissing you like it was the last time your lips would ever touch.
He held your waist as the kiss deepened, and you smiled when you were brought back to earth with the numerous cheers and claps that echoed in the small Chappell. The boys cheered and sang like this place wasn’t sacred, or was suppose to stay quiet. It was the best moment of your life.
In this moment, you knew life was never going to be boring again. 
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shaded-echoes · a day ago
Inauspicious Stars // Chapter I
Stark!Peter Parker x Rogers!Reader
About ten paragraphs in I stopped just doing word for word translations into modern English.
Romeo and Juliet Taglist: @potters-heart
<<<Previous Part
“Up next: fanatics from Team Iron Man and Team Cap clash in the streets. Ever since the Civil War, a minority of overzealous supporters have had brawls all over New York City.” The news anchor grabs your attention, and you stop flipping through the channels.
The camera switches to a live video feed, showing the fight escalate. You watch as War Machine arrives, arc reactor gauntlets moving to point at different people. “Alright, everybody, just calm down. Stop fighting.”
Clint jumps down to where Rhodes is floating, specially-designed arrow drawn and ready. “Seriously, threatening these cowards? Shut up, Rhodes, don’t have those be your last words.”
“Look, man, I’m just trying to stop the fight. Put down your weapon, or use it to help me.”
Clint scoffs. “Wow, aiming at people and talking of peace? I hate that word, as much as I hate hell, all Team Iron Man’s, and you. Come at me, coward!”
With the involvement of Clint and Rhodes, the fight only grew. Finally, Thaddeus Ross’ Accords enforcers and the police show up. Steve Rogers, your father, and Natasha Romanoff-Rogers, your mother, aren’t too far behind.
“What’s happening? Quick, Nat, grab my shield!” Steve exclaims, ready—per usual—to rush headfirst into the fight.
“You need a crutch, not a shield. Calm down, Steve.”
Tony Stark and Pepper Potts-Stark arrive as well.
“Grab my shield!” Steve insists. “Stark is here, in his suit!”
“Aww, Rogers, sad that you’re too old to fight me?” Tony coos mockingly.
“Tony, if you move so much as one inch and fight...” Pepper allows her voice to trail off threateningly.
All further discourse is halted by the arrival of Thaddeus Ross, soldiers at his side. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Neighbor fighting neighbor, and for what? Misplaced enthusiasm in warring superhero factions? This is why the Sokovian Accords are in place, why they’re necessary. Can’t you see? You would let superheroes rule your lives this much?
“I’ve chosen to be lenient this time. The next time a brawl like this breaks out, my men have orders to take down instigators with extreme prejudice and no discrepancies between side, age, etcetera. All of you, leave. Rogers, come with me; Stark, we’ll have a talk this afternoon. Again, on pain of death, everyone leave.”
Under Ross’ watchful eye, the crowd slowly begins to disperse. Steve attempts to catch Tony’s eye, but his mask shutters closed as he takes off, Rhodey following. Pepper sends a glare towards Steve and Nat as she climbs into the car and Happy drives her off. No one notices the high schooler with a fedora get in on the other side but Pepper, Steve heading off with Ross and Nat heading home with Clint.
Once Happy, Pepper, and Ned reach the tower, catching up with the far faster Tony and Rhodey in their suits, Pepper, Tony, and Ned end up in the living room talking.
“What idiot started the fight?” Tony asks no one in particular, shaking his head as he mutters. He shifts, locking eyes with Ned. “Ned, you were there, what happened?”
“There was this huge crowd of Iron Man and Captain America supporters fighting when I was walking, I don’t know why, I missed the start of it. Mr. Rhodey showed up to stop them, and right then came Mr. Hawkeye, looking to fight, and so he goaded Mr. Rhodey and attacked and they started fighting. Mr. Rhodey was doing it in self defense, though. And then I heard somebody insult Peter, so I decked him and I got involved too. Well, I attempted to deck him—it didn’t work out too well.” Ned points to his black eye. “And then more people kept coming and coming, fighting for either side, until Mr. Ross showed up as well and stopped it.”
“And where’s Peter? Have you seen him yet today?” Pepper questions. “I’m glad he at least wasn’t involved in this fight.”
“Well, yes. I think? I mean, I went to go find him, ‘cause I got stuck on the new Lego Death Star—I finished the Millenium Falcon—and he hadn’t wanted to help build it before but I thought he might now so I went to go see him. Turned out, I finally found him, but he noticed me and swung away and I couldn’t catch up. I figured he wanted to be alone and was like thinking of something or something, so I thought it’d be best to leave him be and talk to him when he wasn’t busy.”
Tony sighs, plopping down on the couch beside Pepper. “I’m going to have to put my foot down,” he mutters, running a hand over his face. Louder, he adds, “Kid keeps staying up all night. Teens and their angsty heartbreak crap. Just sits there, sullenly not doing anything but sighing. And then once the sun comes up, it’s like he runs away from it, coming home and locking himself in his room all day. Won’t even come in the lab—the heck happened with that?—or patrol except as an excuse to be out at night. Locks himself in his room and closes the blinds, surprised he’s not asked me to paint his room black yet.”
“Mr. Stark, do you know... why?” Ned asks tentatively.
“I don’t know and he won’t tell me.”
Ned thinks hard, trying to come up with something, but his eyes widen when he notices Peter shuffling his feet sluggishly as he walks down the hall, slouching and hunching in on himself.
“Peter!” Ned calls out excitedly, missing the other’s expression once he sees his friend and increased pace to the kitchen. To Tony, Ned says, “Mr. Stark, I bet I can get him to tell me what’s wrong.”
Tony nods, offering Pepper his arm. “Thanks, kid. Tell me what’s wrong later.”
With that, the couple leaves. Ned goes off to the kitchen after his best friend.
Peter closes the fridge door, pile of food in his hands. As he meets Ned’s eyes, he freezes like a deer in headlights.
“Morning, Pete!” Ned greets cheerily.
“It’s only morning?” Peter grouses, grumpily sitting at the kitchen island and beginning eating. His hair is a mess, unbridled and tangled, and his eyes have dark circles under them.
“It’s only nine,” FRIDAY offers helpfully.
“Time slows when you’re having sad,” Peter mutters. Louder, he questions, “Was that Dad who left so quick?”
“It was. Why are you having the big sad sad?”
“Because I don’t have the big happy happy,” Peter snarks rudely.
Ned gives his best friend another once-over. His eyes widen in understanding and he makes an unintelligible noise of comprehension. “Ohhhh. You’re in love,” he says wisely.
“Lucky me,” Peter grumbles.
“Lucky her.”
“She doesn’t want me.” It comes out as a whine at the end.
“She’s so pretty, she might as well be Venus.” Peter sighs dreamily before launching into a soliloquy of his puppy-love crush’s perfection. A full five minutes later, he turns to Ned, eyes narrowing. “You’re not laughing?”
Ned pats his friend’s back awkwardly. “No, I’d never laugh. I’m more likely to cry than anything else?”
“Cry at what?”
“You’re so... depressed. I don’t like seeing you this way. I don’t know if even my fedora can fix this.”
“Well, I think I’m going to prove that one can literally die of a broken heart,” Peter bemoans. Changing his tune, he peers up at his best friend. “You really mean it?” Without waiting for a response, Peter goes back to mopey and depressed, giving Ned whiplash from the mood swings. “Honestly, you being sad just makes me sadder. Why is everyone sad now? I think it’s because love is sad. Saaaaaad.”
Honestly, at this point, Ned is wondering if Peter is high (he’s not), but he’s too busy being the supportive caring best friend to pay too much attention.
Peter stands, done with his food. “Welp, bye, Ned.”
“Here, I’ll come with you. And before you say anything, you’ll hurt my feelings if you don’t let me come.”
“I’m not here for you to come with. I’m not Peter, he’s somewhere else. I’m just a sad, empty husk of a person.”
“At least tell me who you’re crushing on, then.”
“It’s not a crush, it’s love,” Peter whines.
“Okay, okay,” Ned placates. “Tell me who you’re in love with.”
“I love this girl.”
Ned barely manages to not roll his eyes. “I figured, when you said ‘she’ so many times in reference.”
“See! Astute. Oh, and she’s pretty.”
“Yeah, because it took Sherlock Holmes to figure that out,” Ned mumbles sarcastically.
“She’s as smart as Sherlock Holmes,” Peter waxes dreamily, “and witty, and pretty, and in the Decathlon, and has good common sense. She’s not the type of person to fall in love with the handsomest jock or anything or act dumb and stuff, she’s sensible.”
“So what’s the problem?”
Peter’s smile drops. “She’s lesbian,” he says sadly.
“Oh.” Ned understands. Peter is respectful—if someone says they don’t like him, he won’t ask again, and he won’t make someone uncomfortable by asking if he already knows they don’t.
“Yeah,” Peter agrees miserably. “She’s too smart and too pretty to like guys. I’m doomed, Ned, doomed and dead.
“C’mon, Pete, forget about her.”
“And how do you propose I do that?” Peter challenges.
“Find some other pretty girl, you’ll be fine.”
“Do you hear yourself?” Peter is flabbergasted. “No one’s as pretty as she is, Ned. It’s impossible to do. And you really think I’d fall out of love with her for some other girl? She’s perfect, I wouldn’t do that. Bye, Ned. I can’t just forget her.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
With that, the two leave.
Next Part>>>
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sunshineandaisies · a day ago
Cabin Fever Masterlist
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Summary: What was meant to be a weekend at the cabin with Peter, Pepper, and Morgan very quickly turned into a weekend alone with your best friend and your recently acknowledged feelings for him thanks to a certain assumption made by your step-mother.
Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Status: On-Going
Words: ~3.6k+
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spideyanakin · 2 days ago
... 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.
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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.
“My hero.”
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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.
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“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.”
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* “Don’t tell me you’re fine, I can see the blood!”
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“No you can’t braid my hair.” “Come on please? Pretty please? For me?”
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“You can sleep now. I’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.”
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“How many did you take? Open your mouth, I need to see.” (TW)
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“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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sunshineandaisies · 3 days ago
Eight Letters
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Words: 935
Warnings: language, the briefest mention of sex, ANGST
Inspired by: 8 Letters - Why Don't We
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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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yandereaffections · 3 days ago
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This black and white schemed hero is a absolute gentleman, you'll receive the most 1930s like flirts you've ever heard from him with his hand rested on your waist squeezing ever so gently
Within each kiss or moan you manage to receive from him there'll be little comments, chest to chest with only the word "Amazing" stopping Noir from filling in the gap between your lips, basically thriving on pride when you whimper into his mouth
He's the type to encourage and supply you with a prize for good work, being such a sweet lil thing for him requires attention and he wouldn't hesitate to have you basking in pleasure by his hand, adoring each little way you squirm and jolt at his touch and explaining just how much he can spend the rest of forever in this position simply watching you contently, but alas it would be a shame to keep you pent up like this without you releasing all over his fingers that's accompanied by the heavenly sound of your bliss filled sighs
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parkerliciouspeter · 3 days ago
꧁ 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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꧁ who i write for:
peter parker
tom holland
sebastian stan/bucky barnes
⚠︎︎ no smut please!
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angst: ☠︎︎
fluff: ♥︎
crack: ㋛
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☀︎︎ Peter Parker
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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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dreamy-clousds · 4 days ago
𝐒𝐢 𝐓𝐮 𝐄𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭
Summary: Loki had one rule. One. And you had to go and break it.
Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader. Loki Laufeyson x daughter!reader
Warning: Fluff. Loki being a protective father. Language.
Universe: MCU
Word count: 1238
A/N ~ Sorry I haven't written anything recently, school has been a lot and my mental health hasn't been so good and I've found it hard to motivate myself to do literally anything besides lay in bed.
Anyways, here's this. Also, I didn't proofread.
Masterlist <33
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Growing up with your father, there had always been certain rules about boys. Being a goddess meant that people often found themselves in awe of your beauty and being. You'd think, with your father being the God of Mischief and all, that you could basically do anything you wanted.
This, however, was not the case. You had been surrounded by chaos from a young age and taught pranks from the moment you could stand on your own two feet. Your father even trusted you to join him on certain dangerous missions. But, dating? There was a zero-tolerance policy that your father had set in place as soon as he began to notice your interest in boys.
Because you cared for your father, you had always followed this rule. He pretty much let you do anything you wanted to, anyways.
However, you were your father's daughter. It was only inevitable that you would someday get a boyfriend.
You and Peter had been going out secretly for the past two months, and did a very good job of keeping the relationship a secret from your father, with only a couple of people actually knowing; those people being May and Natasha.
One day while you were at the compound, your father dealing with whatever on Asgard, Natasha had stumbled upon Peter and you in a compromising position. You figured you might as well just tell her that you and Peter were in a relationship and not just hooking up.
Since then, you've told no one about it, in fear that word might somehow get to Loki.
Currently, you were laying on Peter's bed as he lay on top of you, making out. His hands were on your sides and yours were wrapped around his neck as you moaned into each other's mouths. The situation was about to go a step further when you were interrupted.
"y/n, I've been told to inform you of your father's arrival."
"Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y." you sighed into Peter's neck. "We gotta get up."
"Mmm, why?" Peter said as he peppered kisses into your neck.
"Cuz if I don't greet him, he's gonna come looking for me and eventually find us, well..."
It was Peter's turn to sigh, "okay, okay." He planted one last kiss onto your lips before getting off of you. You both stood up and attempted to fix your appearance. Peter peaked his head out the door, checking to make sure no one was around, and you both made your way down to the main room.
You entered and saw not only your father surrounded by the others but Uncle Thor as well, who was the first to notice you.
"y/n/n!" He said with the same excitement that a child might have upon seeing Santa Claus. He ran up to you and engulfed you in a huge bear hug, lifting your feet off the floor.
"I didn't know you were here," you said as you hugged him back tightly. "I missed you."
He put you down. "And I missed my favorite niece."
Loki took in y/n's appearance. Her hair was messed up and her clothes were wrinkled. Her chapstick was smudged, as well. Y/n turned to him and also gave him a big hug. Loki also noticed the state of the younger boy with who you emerged. His hair was also messy, as well as his clothes.
"Hello, Father," you said happily.
"Hi, erm, can I talk to you for a moment?" Asked Loki.
"Sure," you said as you let him lead you to the kitchen, away from everyone else.
Loki rubbed his forehead and looked as if the worst thing imaginable had just transpired. "What were you doing with that, with that boy?" He was angry.
You were taken aback by his question. Why was asking about Peter? What could he possibly know? It's not like you and Peter had done anything more than making out. He could get that mad, could he? "N-nothing, father. We were just hanging out; we're f-friends."
"Uh-huh," he nodded pacing around the kitchen. "Do you want to tell me, y/n, why you are lying to me?"
Shit. You were in for it now. "I'm not lying. Why would you accuse me of such a thing--"
"I know you're lying to me, y/n," he continued. "Do you remember who I am? I am the God of Lies!"
Shit. His voice was rising in volume and your mind was going a mile a minute. Shit. Shit. Shit. You didn't know what to say, so you chose not to; just staring at your feet and the tile beneath you.
"Y/n," your father warned, taking a step closer to you. "Tell me who that boy is and what you were doing that caused your appearance to look less than presentable."
Shit. "Okay, father, I know your rule--the rule-- but hear me out okay?" You looked up to study his features. When he didn't say anything, you took that as your cue to go on. I've pretty much been alone my entire life; I mean I had you and Thor, but I've never really had friends. Most of them too scared of you to even say hi or smile at me. That's not your fault, I know, but it's affected me.
"Peter is the only person my age to be nice and treat me like I'm more than just the daughter of, well, you. He actually befriended me and, well, we started dating about two months ago and it has really helped me so much to have someone there for me while you were away," you bit your lip and avoided Loki's gaze as tears started to cloud your vision.
"He just...makes me happy, Father. That has to count for something," you let out a dry chuckle as you expected your father to yell at you; maybe forbid you from seeing Peter ever again, or even lock you up so that there is absolutely no chance of this happening again. However, his answer surprised you.
Loki looked at you for a moment before saying, "That's great, y/n. I love that you found someone who will care for you even when I can't. That's all I've ever wanted you to have. I--"
You engulfed him in the biggest bear hug. "I love you. So much," you mumble into his chest as he held you tightly against him. Loki rested his head on yours, just happy that she has found someone to make her happy, but sad that he has to let the thing he loves most in this universe go.
"I love you, more. But I swear to the gods, y/n if he hurts you or so much as--"
"I'm serious y/n, I will make him wish he was never born. Do you understand me?"
You smiled and nodded before exiting the kitchen and jumping into the arms of your, newly approved, boyfriend. Peter easily caught you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, both of you not caring about the others in the room.
"What's this for?" Peter asked, leaning back to look you in the eyes.
"You're in!" You squealed and kissed him.
"Ahem!" You heard from behind you and you quickly jumped out of Peter's arms and wiped the corners of your mouth with your sleeve, also hiding your smile.
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spideyanakin · 5 days ago
“Why am I the one who always ends up getting targeted by the creep of the week?!” with Peter and maybe it's because they're on a mission ???
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"Weren’t you here before" You hummed a song you had stuck in your head all day as you walked down the stairs of the compound "couldn’t look you in the eye" You continued as you fixed a weapon to your suit.
"Ready?" Tony broke your train of thoughts.
"Yep." You smiled.
You arrived at a small base - one with glowing lights that came out of the windows
"What are we investigating again?"
"Weird experiments..." Steve mumbled before breaking the door and walking in.
You shared a look with Peter before you all followed. You took a separate path until you found yourself face to face with a half lizard half human monster. He was full of slime which you found weird for a lizard.
Suddenly his slimy hands were all over you, and you were pushed against a wall. He sent gue balls all over you, making you stick to the wall like glue.
"Creep" You mumbled. "Weirdo" You huffed as you tried to get some weird gue out of your hands.
"I think you’re hurting my girlfriend." Peter’s cheery voice came from behind the lizard monster making you sigh in relief.
Before you knew it Peter beated the heck out of that monster and the Avengers took care of the rest.
"Why am i always the one who always ends up getting targeted by the creep of the week!?"
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spideyanakin · 5 days ago
Could you do “I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you.” with Peter pweaseee
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“Y/n- I swear I can explain.” Peter clenched his mask as he looked at the panic in your eyes.
“Y- you’re spider-man?” You mumbled barely above a whisper, your body not making a single movement. You were frozen to the ground and that wasn’t reassuring Peter. 
“Y/n I swear I wanted to tell you some day.” He took a step forward. “I just was searching for the right time.” You stayed planted in front of him with blank eyes, trying to process what was happening. “Can you at least say something?” He whined when the silence got to long.
“I- I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you.”
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sunshineandaisies · 7 days ago
Cabin Fever (Part Two)
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Summary: What was meant to be a weekend at the cabin with Peter, Pepper, and Morgan very quickly turned into a weekend alone with your best friend and your recently acknowledged feelings for him thanks to a certain assumption made by your step-mother.
Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Words: ~2.0k
Warnings: language, sexual suggestions, angst?, too much overthinking, a tad bit of fluff
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Telling Peter that you had lied to him about why Pepper and Morgan had suddenly cancelled their trip to the cabin didn’t go exactly as you had thought it would. His response to that fact that you had lied, however, was exactly as understanding as you had expected him to be, just as he always was when you finally found the courage to tell him the truth.
“I know.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye before pressing the bottle of wine to his lips, and- for fuck’s sake, were you jealous of a wine bottle? You rolled your lips together, your attention firmly on him as he wiped his wine-stained lips on the back of his arm. “Wanna talk about it?”
“No,” you blurted before shaking your head. “I mean, yes. Maybe?” You sighed as he chuckled softly, settling the half-empty bottle of wine on the dock between the two of you. “I don’t know. It’s weird. Pepper...made a few assumptions. About us. Together.”
If you hadn’t been watching him closely for his reaction, you would have missed the nearly imperceptible widening of his eyes before he schooled his expression. “I see. And these assumptions, they-”
“She thought we needed a weekend alone after the busy semester we both had.”
He smiled and nodded, the implication of your words completely going over his head. “That’s nice of her. It has been a long time since we had some time to hang out, just the two of us. Last time was that weekend before winter break ended, right?”
“Mhm,” you answered noncommittally. “But Peter, I think you’re missing the p-”
“We had a movie night, and you accidentally bought Star Trek instead of Star Wars,” he reminisced, a small smile curving his lips as he leaned back on his arms and stared at the colors of the sunset beyond the trees on the horizon. “I had to spend all night explaining the differences in the two franchises to you.”
“Peter, I-”
“And I’m still not convinced that you didn’t buy the wrong movie on purpose, but the Star Wars franchise is a cinematic masterpiece and the movies deserve to be watched multiple times to truly appreciate-”
“Peter!” you interrupted. Your raised voice caused him to jump, but if you didn’t say what was on your mind now, you probably never would. You had just a fraction of a second to figure out how you wanted to proceed with telling Peter about Pepper’s real reason for not joining you that weekend, and in that miniscule amount of time, you panicked. There was no way in hell you could tell Peter that your step-mom thought you were going to spend the entire weekend having sex after a prolonged separation, so you did the first thing you could think of to put an end to the conversation altogether.
You pushed him into the lake.
Your mouth dropped open in shock and your eyes widened as Peter resurfaced, his hair sticking to his forehead and his already tight t-shirt clinging to his body. It took considerable effort to lift your gaze from his chest and the way that the wet t-shirt clung to his muscled form. You bit your lip and tried to keep your eyes trained firmly on his face, hoping that he didn’t see you openly staring at him like you wanted to completely devour him. And yet, staring at his face, as droplets of water trailed along his jawline and down his neck, did nothing to help the growing heat beneath your skin.   
You wanted to trace the trail of those water droplets. With your tongue. For fuck’s sake, when did he get so attractive? 
When he wiped the water from his face, his chocolate eyes narrowed at you. He looked absolutely adorable - pouting like that - and you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled from you. You slapped your hand over your mouth to try to mask it, but it was too late. “What the fuck was that for, Y/N?” he questioned, and though he tried to look angry, the corners of his mouth were twitching into the ghost of a smile. 
You let yourself laugh freely then, feeling entirely more lighthearted now than you had only minutes ago when you were contemplating possibly making your weekend alone with Peter a thousand times more awkward by telling him the truth. “I had to get you to stop talking about Star Wars somehow,” you explained, and thankfully it was enough of a truth that he didn’t instantly spot the lie in your explanation. He really would have talked about Star Wars for hours if you let him. “Star Wars is so overrated, Peter.”
“You take that back!” he cried, wading through the shallow water towards you.
“Not gonna happen, Parker.” You laughed again, but your laughter was cut short when he stepped between your legs and wrapped his arms around your waist. The cool lake water seeping through the material of your shirt did absolutely nothing to douse the growing heat you felt at being so close to him. “What are you doing, Peter?”
“Do you take it back?” he questioned. 
You shook your head, watching him curiously.
His chocolate eyes sparkled with mischief, his brows raised in question, and his lips curled into a devastatingly attractive grin. “Take it back, Y/N. Last chance.”
Your mouth opened to respond, to tell him that you would never take back what you said - because really, the Star Wars movies needed to be knocked down a peg after Peter did absolutely nothing but talk them up - but you never managed to form the words. Peter’s proximity and the heat of his hands on your lower back made it impossible to speak. Hell, it made it impossible to even think straight. If you had managed to actually say something, you’re sure that it would have been nothing more than garbled nonsense.
“Time’s up.”
A scream tore through you as Peter tugged you into the water with him, and once your feet found purchase on the sandy bottom of the lake, you surfaced, sputtering and shivering and feeling significantly less heat now that Peter’s hands were no longer on your body. 
“You asshole!” you cried before bursting into a fit of giggles. He playfully splashed you, and you wholeheartedly returned the favor, sending a handful of water directly into his face. “What if I had my phone in my pocket?”
“I knew you didn’t.” He splashed again, laughing as you tried to shield yourself from the incoming water with your hands. “You left it on the couch. Besides, you asked for this when you pushed me into the water first.”
“Oh? I asked for it, did I?” you taunted as you waded through the water, closer and closer and closer until you were standing inches apart. “You sure about that, Parker?” 
He eyed you skeptically and took a step back, but he was still within your reach. You pounced, dragging Peter beneath the surface of the water with you. After a moment, strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back to the surface. As soon as you and Peter locked eyes with one another, the sounds of your combined laughter echoed across the surface of the lake, but you quickly sobered and averted your gaze when you realized just how close you were.
You tried to ignore the feeling of his arms caging you against his chest, the feeling of his warm breath fanning across your cheek, the feeling of his heart beating beneath your hand on his chest. You tried to ignore the way that Peter’s hold on you never ceased, the way that Peter’s gaze was burning into your skin, the way that his fingers flexed against your lower back at the slightest move from you. 
“Y/N, I-”
“We should probably-”
You bit your lip, trying to hide the curl of your lips. Speaking at the same time was a talent that you and Peter had, never failing to irritate your dad back when you had first met, and it seemed that even a prolonged separation didn’t improve your conversational timing at all. “What’s up?” you asked him, finally getting the courage to look up at him.
You glanced up at him from under your lashes, and you were surprised to see him staring at you. The expression on his face had caught you off guard. It was so...soft, so tender with a certain heat hidden beneath in his chocolate eyes that you hadn’t seen directed at you before. It was a look that you recognized, though. You’d seen it when he looked at Liz during your sophomore year of high school, when he looked at MJ during your senior year of high school, when he looked at Gwen during your freshman year of college. 
But now he was looking at you. 
“What?” you asked, feeling suddenly shy under his intense gaze.
He stared at you, opening and closing his mouth over and over again as if he was trying to sort out what he wanted to say before he said something that made the situation ten times more awkward than it already was with your admission. His dark eyes, looking like pools of golden honey from the sunlight reflected in them, scanned your features, and you held your breath, waiting and waiting and waiting for him to say something, anything.
“I’ve missed this,” he finally said. “I’ve missed you. Is it selfish of me to say that I wished you never went to MIT? That I wished you stayed in New York with me?” After a beat of silence, he quickly added, “And with Harry and MJ?”
Of all the things you had been expecting him to say, that certainly wasn’t one of them. You thought he’d maybe tell you that the wet clothes clinging to him was making him uncomfortable or that he was hungry or that he wanted to force you to watch Star Wars until you finally appreciated his favorite movie series, but this... You hadn’t expected him to say something like that, not even in your wildest dreams.
Maybe you were looking into it too much. Just because he missed you, just because he wanted you to stay in New York - to stay with him - didn’t mean that he returned your feelings...whatever those feelings were. 
You shook your head, both in response to his questions and to attempt to clear your head. “I don’t think it’s selfish. Is it selfish of me to wish that you didn’t need to stay in New York? To wish that you could’ve come to MIT with me? To wish that we could spend everyday together in Cambridge, annoying the hell out of Harley with our endless pop culture references and trying every single pizza place on campus with Ned?” You rested your head against his shoulder to hide your flustered expression from his view. If he saw the way that you were staring at him with heart eyes you’d be done for. There’d be absolutely no hiding how you felt. “I missed you, too.”
“Even if it was selfish, I don’t think I’d care.” 
Well, shit. Peter Parker was going to be the end of you if he kept saying shit like that. 
“Is that right?” You allowed yourself to hope - hope that he felt the same about you, hope that his heart raced the same way that your heart raced whenever you smiled at each other, hope that he felt just as at home in your arms as you felt in his, hope that he he wanted to kiss you just as much as you wanted to kiss him right now.
But hope is a fickle bitch.
“Of course. You’re my best friend, Y/N.” He laughed then, completely unaware that his words had caused your heart to break just a little. “Don’t tell Ned, though.”
“Right.” You cleared your throat and stepped away from him. You pushed down the hurt and forced a smile onto your face. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me, Parker.” You gave him a quick wink before turning around and wading towards the shore, needing to get away from Peter as fast as humanly possible.
You didn’t want him to see how hurt you were by his innocent declaration.
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spideyanakin · 7 days ago
Dead Poets Society (Chapter 1)
Tom Holland x reader
Synopsis - 1959, your grandfather being the headmaster of Welton Academy - an all boys Boarding School, wanted you close to him after your parents death. Forcing you to join beyond any rules to be a student there. Despite strict rules you still fell in love with one. But Tom seems to be loosing the will to live when his strict family forces their wishes on him. Can one amazing teacher change your lives forever?
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Chapter 1 - A poem 
September 1
And another boring year...
You thought to yourself as your chauffeur parked in the school’s courtyard.
You looked at the great red brick buildings with little peaks that almost made it look like a castle and let out a short sigh. It didn’t feel like home - but it was what it was forced to feel like it.
“Ah, Headmaster!” One of your grandfather's favorite teachers greeted as you dragged your suitcase along the pavement floor and up the steps.
“And how have you been Y/n?” He turned to you as you waited for your chauffeur to open the door.
“I’m doing great, thank you.” You nodded as he gave you a smile, and you could see in his eyes that he still wasn’t use to having a girl in the school and hated the idea.
Honestly, you didn’t mind being in an all-boys school. You had your group of friends - god bless you were at least allowed to talk to a boy.
Life at Welton wasn’t bad -you just wished it was a little less boring.
Everything went by as usual. Like every September 1, you unpacked your things, changed into your special assembly uniform; the same as everyone, it was shocking your grandfather let you wear pants. Maybe he agreed with you because he thought skirts might be too distracting? You didn’t know but you were happy with it. You dressed like a guy and you liked it, it made you feel like you were truly a part of the school.
Next was the classic 2-hour lecture from the teacher council about your specific rules considering you were a girl in an all-boys school. The same thing you heard every year; no being alone with a boy in a class or dorm. Never enter a boy’s dorm. Don’t come too close. No touching. The basics of your life at Welton.
After that, you’d sneak into the kitchen for a snack and head to the start of the year assembly.
“So!” You made an entrance into the boy's corridor, seeing the mass of boys walking back and forth between rooms and earning a look from the occasional parent who accompanied them on their first day. “How were your summers?” you leaned on a doorway of a room filled with your best friends.
“Summer was good.” Tom gave you a smile before returning his stare back to unpacking his things. Your stare lingered on him for a second.
He looked godly in his Welton uniform, little badges and pins of honor hooked to his collar. His chocolate curls were falling perfectly to frame his face. He looked like God had carved him himself.
"It’s a shame Tuwaine left." You sighed.
"Yeah" Paddy; a boy with curly red hair, glasses, and freckles all over his face replied.
Harry who was engaged in a conversation with your other friend Sam smirked when he noticed the way you were staring at Tom. Harry cleared his throat and crossed his arms together. “Mine went well, how bout you, Sam?" He turned to the third boy in the room.
Sam had curly almost red hair that was slipped back - the same uniform as everyone else with pins on his collar; just like the ones you, Tom, Paddy and Harry had. When you looked at Harry and Sam next to each other, you could bet they almost looked like they were brothers. The same face shape, noses almost the same, and matching brown eyes.
“Mine went well.” Sam stretched back onto his chair.
“Mine as well.” Paddy nodded.
“Hey have you guys seen the new kid? Seems a little stuck up.” Another redhead came by the door and as if on cue the new kid in question walked into Tom’s room, joining the party.
“Oh shut up.” you shoved Cameron’s shoulder as he left. Your stare turned back to the new boy.
“Don’t listen to Cameron.” You and Tom said in unison, sharing a smile when you did.
“They’re right. Don’t listen to him.” Harry patted his shoulder and sat back on Tom’s bed.
"He’s an ass" Paddy chimed in.
“I’ll remember that.” He gave the lot of boys a shy smile before his eyes drifted back to you. His cheeks turned red and he brought his stare back to his suitcase. “I’m still surprised there’s a girl in the school.” He lightly chuckled.
“Yeah, I don’t know what I’m doing here either.” You laughed back. “Welcome, I’m Y/n” you nodded and met his blue eyes. “I would shake your hand but I’m not allowed to touch boys. Headmasters orders. And shoving Cameron doesn’t count.” You smirked.
“And that’s why we love her!” Harry pointed out, slightly raising his voice. Everyone clapped at Harry’s words.
“I’m Harrison.” He nodded back. “Harrison Osterfield”
“It's nice to meet you, Harrison.”
You suddenly felt someone creep behind you and that someone knocked on the already opened door. You looked up to see who it was and met the face of Tom’s father.
He turned to you and eyed you with angry eyes like you had nothing to do here. Or have no right to come near his son in general.
“Father! I thought you left?” Tom looked surprised and your eyebrows went into a frown at his mere presence.
“Tom, I have just spoken with Mr. L/n” Your face twisted at the mention of your grandfather, “I think you’re taking too many extracurricular activities.” You felt your blood starting to boil. Tom was your best friend, and you knew how much pressure his father was putting on him. Puppeteering him into doing everything as he wished, never listening to a thing Tom had to say about his life. He had no say in his life and it made you sick. “I think you should drop the school annual.” The man concluded.
“But I’m the assistant editor this year,” Tom explained and you eyed Harry who was looking at you with a knowing glance.
“Well, I’m sorry.” His father’s voice seemed lifeless and it made your skin crawl.
“Father I can’t, it wouldn’t be fair!”
“Fellas, could you excuse us for a moment?” Tom’s dad walked out of the room, almost bumping into you as you did.
Tom gave you a tight smile and you looked awkwardly between him and his dad. “I’m not allowed in dorms.” You pointed shuffling on your feet, disappearing in the next hallway.
You felt sick to your stomach. You glued yourself to the wall and listened to the conversation. The boys did too from his dorm. When his father was finally gone, you went back into the main hallway and eyed the boys who all came to circle Tom.
“Why doesn’t he let you do what you want?” you frowned.
“You just should tell him off Tom,” Sam added.
“Oh, that’s rich. Like you guys tell your parents of?” His eyes seemed glossy and it didn’t help the frown you were making. “Mr. Future lawyer, and Mr future Banker.” He eyed Sam and Harry.
“What are you going to do..?” You mumbled.
“Drop the annual.” He turned to you with sad eyes. Ones that made you want to let him melt in your arms and tell him everything would be ok. "It’s not like I care about this stuff anyway" he mumbled before walking away.
“He’s not going to get away with this.” You huffed and turned on your heels starting to walk away for yourself.
“Where are you going?”
September 2
“Do you know who the new teacher is?” Sam whispered to you as you walked down the hall towards English. You shook your head no.
“Something Keating I think,” Tom answered.
You looked at him carefully. After a good night sleep and an entire morning, you had concluded that you shouldn’t confront Mr. Holland just yet. Or at least not set Tom to do it yet. You had to think of a plan first.
You sat in your usual seat - top left corner of the class. ‘The best spot without distractions’ as your grandfather would say. You turned around when the teacher wasn’t there and started talking with Harry, Sam, and Tom who sat on the three seats around you. You smiled at Harrison who sat a seat behind and he took it as his cue to lean in so he could join the conversation.
But before a word could be shared - the teacher came out of his office, whistling.
You turned around and watched the new face as he took slow steps towards his desk, passed around it, and walked down the aisle towards the door. Everyone carefully eyed his every move.
“Well come on.” The teacher waved and everyone looked at each other - but you didn’t wait, you followed orders with a happy smile; happy you were going to leave this dusty classroom.
You all walked down a staircase until you arrived in a room filled with trophy cases and old annual photos. You all awkwardly stood as a group and stared at the teacher.
Mr.Keating cleared his throat. “O, Captain! My captain!” He scanned the class. “Who knows where that comes from?” Everyone was silent. You looked around before speaking up.
“Walt Whitman Sir. Poem about Abraham Lincoln.”
“Very good.” He nodded. “You must be miss L/n?”
“Yes sir.”
“In this class, you can either call me Mr. Keating.” He looked at you. “Or if you’re slightly more daring, O captain my captain.” Some students chuckled but you straightened your back and answered.
“Alright, O Captain, my captain.”
“See, now she’ll be getting top grades” He pointed at you with a smile.
“Now, let me dispel a few rumors” Mr. Keating started telling his own story, about his life at Welton back when he was your age, and you found every word fascinating.
You all admired him in silence as he started the class in a rather unusual way. You opened your book when he asked one of the students to read a poem. Chuckling when the teacher would come up with clever ways of answering arrogant students.
“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. The Latin word for that sentiment is Carpe Diem. Anyone knows what that means?”
“Seize the day.” Sam nodded.
“Very good” He nodded and walked around the space. “Seize the day.” Mr.Keating repeated. “Why did the writer use these lines?”
“Because he’s in a hurry,” Harry answered from the back of the group.
“No. DING!” He slammed his hand in the air as if he was ringing a bell. “Thanks for playing anyway.” You looked at Harry and grinned, raising impressed eyebrows. “Because we are food for worms. Believe it or not each one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold and die.”
“Now that’s joyful,” Sam whispered to you and Tom making the both of you crack a smile.
“I want you to take a look at all these young men. They were just like you once.” The whole class started looking at the old yearbook photos that hung on the wall. “Some of you might even think their lives ended up being boring. And that’s why I want to teach you - Carpe Diem” He smiled. “Make your lives extraordinary.”
“That was amazing.” You gushed as you and the boys walked down the corridor just as you were out of English.
“I found it creepy.” Sam frowned. “Do you think he’ll test us on that stuff?”
“Don't you get anything Sam?" You shook your head and laughed. "I can’t wait to have more of his classes. Changes from boring teachers.” You smirked. “Well, I’ll see you boys around.” You waved your hand before starting to part ways.
“Wait! Study group tonight?” Paddy questioned before you could take a step forward.
“Oh, I can’t.” Sam chimed in. “I have to have diner at the Danburry’s house tonight.”
“The Danburrys?” Tom questioned.
“Friends of my dad.” He huffed. “They’re probably in their 90′s or something.” He rolled his eyes.
“Alright. Well, I'll see you two in classic civ.” You nodded before heading towards French history - the one class you didn’t have with them.
September 3
“Mr. Holland, could you read the opening paragraph of the preface entitled ‘understanding poetry’ ?”
As Tom started reading, Mr.Keating drew something on the board and you carefully watched - thinking about how total bullshit what Tom was reading was.
Something about scientifically rating poetry using a graph. Why were you even learning this? Wasn’t art about your own point of view? Not about some stupid rating with how well the poet’s written their lines.
You sighed and leaned in onto your palm as you dozed off, listening to Tom's voice but not the words. You had such high hopes for this teacher... You started blaming the education system.
“Excrement,” The teacher said once Tom was finished, catching your attention. “That’s how I feel about this theory. We're not laying pipe - were talking about poetry.” You smiled when you realized where he was going with his point. "Now I want you to rip out of that page.” He bounced on his heels in anticipation. “Go on. Rip out the entire page.”
When the class all looked at him with blank eyes he said it again. “You heard me, rip it out. Rip it out!” You smirked before ripping out the page, the sound echoing through the classroom.
“Thank you Mrs. L/n.” Everyone looked at you like you were crazy but you kept a proud smile on your face.
“Tell you what, don’t just rip out that page tare out the entire introduction! I want it gone, history! Leave nothing of it! Rip it out! I want to hear nothing but ripping!” The class echoed with laughter and the sound of paper ripping. “It’s not the bible - you’re not going to go to go to hell for this.”
“Now in my class, you will learn to think for yourselves! You will learn to love and savor language! No matter what anyone says words and ideas can change the world.” He continued. The second you heard that sentence you looked at Tom with a knowing look.
“See think for yourself, Tom!” You almost screamed as you were walking towards the yard. "Do things of your own free will!”
“Easy for you to say.” He shook his head. “Your grandfather agrees to everything you ask him.”
“That’s not true he’s strict on me too.” you pointed out “I just make him hear what I have to say. Give him a piece of my mind. No matter what anyone says words and ideas can change the world, Tom.” You smirked.
“Oh no - I don’t like this.” Tom turned to Sam. “She’s turning into First Mate.”
"Don't listen to him." You shoved Tom's shoulder. “How was your dinner, by the way, Sam?” Suddenly he had a dreamy look in his eyes.
“Amazing.” He gushed and bit his lip. “I met the most wonderful girl to ever walk to earth.”
“LOOK WHAT I FOUND!” Harry ran in almost bumping into you. "LOOK, LOOK, LOOK!"
“What is that?”
“Keating’s old annual! Look!” He handed it to you. Sam and Tom read over your shoulder.
“No way!” You smiled as you saw a picture of him with acne, a baby face, and braces.
“What’s the Dead Poets Society?” Tom wondered out loud.
“HEY MR.KEATING!” As if on cue he was walking by. “SIR.” Harry kept calling but no reply.
“Are you dumb or what?" You turned to Harry. “O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN.” At your words, the teacher turned in his steps with a smile and walked towards you. “We were just looking in your old annual.” You turned the book around and handed it to him.
“Oh my god.” He chuckled as he took the book, chuckling to himself. "Oh wow."
“What’s the Dead Poets Society?”
“I don't think your grandfather and the present administration would look too favorably upon that.” he laughed to himself.
“Why? What was it?” Tom wondered.
“Can you keep a secret?” You all leaned in to listen.
“The Dead Poets were dedicated to sucking the marrow out of life. We would gather at the old Indian cave and take turns reading from the best poets. Even some of our own verses. And in the moment we’d let poetry work its magic. We were romantics, we wouldn’t just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues like honey. Spirits moved, gods were created - not a bad way to spend an evening eh?”
“Sounds fascinated.” You sighed in admiration. Mr. Keating smiled asking you to burn his picture before walking away, whistling the same tune as the first day of class.
“Dead Poets Society.” You mumbled. “I say we go tonight.” You stated and looked around the boys. “Everyone with me?”
“Yeah 100%.” Tom grinned.
“Wait a minute where’s this cave he’s talking about?”
“It’s beyond the stream I know where it is.” Tom nodded, eager to try this.
“I’m in.” Harry nodded and placed his hand in the middle. You and Tom did too. Paddy nodded before placing his hand in the center as well, leaving an unsure Sam and Harrison.
“What if we get caught?” Sam turned to you.
“We won’t” You shook your head. “C’mon it will help you get your girl.”
“How?” Suddenly you got his attention.
“Poetry.” You wiggled your eyebrows.
“Alright, you win.” he rolled his eyes before placing his hand in the center.
Everyone’s stare shifted to Harrison.
“I don’t do poetry.” He shook his head.
“C’MON!” Everyone whined and with a smile of disbelief he put his hand in the center too.
September 4
“Are we going back today?” Harry wondered as he looked at the forest ahead.
Last night had probably been the most fun you all had since forever and neither of you wanted to miss a single second of The Dead Poets Society. You had spent the night chanting, and reciting the most beautiful verses, even coming up with your own just like Keating had said. It was thrilling and you all loved it. It finally felt like living. Truly living.
“I think yea. Like last night, around 11″ Paddy nodded.
“Sounds good.”
“I think I’m in love.” Tom blurt out as he looked at you in the distance. Turning his stare to Harry.
“Bout’ time you admit it.” Sam scoffed.
“You don’t understand.” Tom shook his head. “I’ve always liked her, even loved her. But I think everything shifted since Mr.Keating arrived” Tom sighed with a smile as he looked at you and all the boys raised an eyebrow. “It’s a side of her we’ve never seen. She was born for the words Carpe Diem. She’s not scared of seizing the day. She never was, we've just never seen it before.”
“I agree.” Sam nodded along. “She’s the best girl out there - she even tops Chris in my opinion. I would 100% marry her if I wasn’t already in love with Chris.”
“Hey!” Tom punched his shoulder.
“Sorry, Tom but it’s true.” Paddy agreed. “and you know it very well. She’s the best girl in the world. She doesn’t care about gossip or all the weird evil stuff girls do. She’s not scared to jump in the mud when we play rugby - She’s not even scared to play with us!” He chuckled making everyone nod.
“I say Carpe Diem.” Harry stretched his arms and laid back on the grass. “You don’t meet a girl like that everywhere.” He pointed out. “Especially one that likes you back.”
“How do you know she likes me back?” Tom looked at his nails.
“It’s obvious.” Sam shrugged.
“It really is.” Harrison’s stare shifted to you.
You were talking with Mr. Keating. Wearing the usual uniform. Yours was always clean compared to the boys. The jacket was obviously borrowed from Tom - obvious to the boys at least. You knew the teachers wouldn’t notice. Your hair was loose and small curls fell on your forehead. You had your hands in your pockets as you nodded to something. Tom sighed when he looked at you.
“Alright. Carpe Diem.” He punched the grass and took out a piece of paper from his bag accompanied by a quill. He scribbled faster than his hand could process and in a matter of minutes he had a poem - one with everything that had been stuck inside him. Everything he dreamed of telling you.
“Here.” He chewed his bottom lip as he handed it around the circle. Each of them carefully read it - and each of them were stunned with the words on the page.
“She’s going to love it.” Harry shook his head in approval.
“It’s beautiful.” Harrison agreed and Sam gave Tom a pat on the back.
“Hey boys.” you smiled as you walked towards them and sat on an opening around the circle. “What’s this?” You raised an eyebrow when you spotted the piece of paper that had been passed around.
“Nothing.” Harry shook his head and handed it back to Tom who felt his cheeks warm up.
“Just something I wrote.” Tom shook his head and looked away, tucking the paper back in his bag.
“Well, then if you’ve written it, it’s a tragedy I don’t get to read it.” You sighed.
“You’ll get to read some of my other works.” He smiled.
“Good.” You smiled back - a smile that made Tom melt on the spot.
When you looked away, Tom handed it to Sam who handed it to Paddy who was sitting next to you, and sneaked the paper in your bag.
That afternoon went by faster than lighting. After English classes with Mr.Keating, and dreaded trigonometry you were happy when you got to sit on your desk and work on a project Mr.Keating had set you.
You sighed as you rested your back against your desk chair. You looked up at the clock and bounced your leg in anticipation when it still wasn’t time to run to the cave and start tonight’s meeting.
You looked around your desk, deciding what you were going to work on next. You slipped some of your books out of your bag and a note fell on the floor.
You raised an eyebrow.
You recognized the note from earlier in the afternoon, It was the one Tom had apparently written and all the boys had gotten to read.
You opened it to reveal a few lines in Tom’s handwriting.
To the one who took my heart,
I have loved you ever since I saw you,
as my love for you is as boundless as is It true.
Heaven is where you and I kiss each other,
So if you want to take it further,
and make end to my silent suffer.
I will be yours forever,
Dead Poet’s Honor,
Carpe Diem.
- T
Ps: I love you.
You folded the letter. A huge blush creeping on your cheeks. You couldn’t help the smile that was creeping on your lips. Your heart was pounding and you decided that thinking of an answer for tonight was better than sitting around and doing trigonometry work.
When it was finally time you grabbed your boots and coat, jumping out the window, and running in the grass towards the forest and along the stream. You kept the poem firmly in your hand, holding it to your heart as it beated faster than lighting.
After dodging some branches and almost slipping you finally arrived at the old Indian cave, glad you remembered where it was.
It looked exactly like it did yesterday. The same wet hole, decorated with rocks on all sides. An opening in the middle where the moonlight shined exactly in the center. And the same five goofballs that sat with you yesterday.
Tom stood in the middle the big poetry book that was dedicated to the Dead Poets in hand, waiting for you to start the meeting. You locked eyes with him and he saw the paper in your hand, becoming a blushing mess when he saw it.
The look in your eyes said everything.
You jumped into his arms, Tom dropping the book to hold you. You crashed your lips to his, kissing him like your life depended on it. He took a step back in surprise, taking a second to realize what was happening.
When he did, he finally let himself melt into the kiss - kissing you back with everything in him.
“WOOOOOOOO FIINALLY!” the cave echoed with claps, and chants, making you smile into the kiss.
“I love you too.” You mumbled as you pulled away tightly holding him by the shirt.
“I might have taken your heart but you shot me with your honey like darts.” You recited, answering every line of his poem. The boys grinned and kept cheering as they realized what you're doing.
“As I return that boundless love that makes my heart flutter,
Heaven is where you and I kiss each other” You smiled and looked into his eyes, quickly getting lost in them.
“So let’s take it further,
and end our silent suffer.
Because I will be yours forever.
Dead Poets Honor.” Tom smiled at your words taking your face in his hands to bring you into a kiss.
“CARPE DIEM BOYS!” You screamed punching the air joining on the multiple chants that the boys were making. You slipped out of Tom’s grip and turned around with open arms "Let’s start this meeting shall we?”
Maybe this year wasn’t going to be so boring after all.
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spideyanakin · 7 days ago
Omgggg could you do a Tom Holland blurb with these ideas
“Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”
“Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.”
“If it means anything, I love you.”
Where like Tom and her have been fwb and he finally tells her he has feelings and she just can’t believe it because he’s been so shitty in the past. But then she believes him and they tell each other they love each other. Ugh idk if you do smut but I would love like slow soft making love kinda smut. Ugh I’d just die ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
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“If it means anything, I love you.” Tom whispered as he looked down at you, brushing your cheek with his thumb. 
Suddenly your cheeks warmed up under his touch. You propped yourself up on your elbows, holding on tight to the covers so they wouldn’t slip over your body.
You looked into his eyes for a second - almost at lost for words. It had been three months since you had made that friends with benefits pact and all your hopes of not falling for him had went out the window. You had and hard. And apparently he felt the same way too. 
For a second there you didn’t know what to reply. He had been awful to you previously - and you didn’t know if you should believe him.
You squinted your eyes. “Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.”
“I said, If it means anything to you, I’m love with you.” He blurt out again. “I’m sick of this friends thing.” He looked away and then back to your eyes, not feeling so confident all the sudden.
“Why?” You sounded hurt.  
“Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?” 
“You’re lying to me.” You shook your head. “I wish it was true, but I can’t believe you.” 
“Y/n/n” He took your chin so you’d look at him. “I’m sorry for all those things I did.” He mumbled. “But they were because I fell for you and I didn’t know what else to do then be a little mean...” Shame was suddenly written all over his eyes. “I didn’t know if you wanted more then what ever this is.” 
You took his appearance in for a second. 
“You’re an idiot.” You snaked your hand around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
“I knew why you were awful to me. I always did - why do you thing I kept this up?” He stayed silent. 
“So...?” Hope riddled in his eyes as he realized what you were saying.
“I love you too, you idiot.” 
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sunshineandaisies · 8 days ago
Cabin Fever (Part One)
Cabin Fever Masterlist
Summary: What was meant to be a weekend at the cabin with Peter, Pepper, and Morgan very quickly turned into a weekend alone with your best friend and your recently acknowledged feelings for him thanks to a certain assumption made by your step-mother.
Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Words: ~1.6k
Warnings: language, sexual suggestions, angst?, too much overthinking
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“So Pepper just called,” you announced, staring at your phone with a confused expression. “Her and Morgan aren’t gonna make the trip up here this weekend.”
Your travel companion popped his head around the door of the open fridge, staring at you with his big chocolate eyes that never failed to send your heart racing. Not that you’d ever tell him that, though. Nope, there was absolutely nothing between you and Peter Parker but good ol’, super platonic friendship. Absolutely zero non-platonic feelings. Nope. Nada.
“They’re not coming?”
You shrugged, tossing your phone onto the couch before you sank down into the cushions beside it. “Nope.”
“Did she say why?” Peter asked as he shut the fridge. 
You bit your lip nervously, your gaze sliding to Peter as he walked around the couch and sat beside you. Pepper had told you why, but you weren’t really sure if sharing that reason was the best course of action. Your step-mom’s reason had been a little presumptive, to say the least. 
“No, not really,” you lied, and you smiled at him reassuringly. “Maybe something came up at work.”
He nodded, but the skeptical look he sent you when he thought you weren’t looking told you that you hadn’t gotten any better at lying to him in the six years since you first met as high school freshmen. But, Peter being Peter, he let it go. He let you have your secrets, just as you let him have his.
The only problem with that was that you inevitably always ended up telling him your secrets, just as he always told you his.
Peter spoke up beside you, pulling you from your thoughts. “So if Pepper and Morgan aren’t coming, what’s our plan for the weekend?” He nervously played with his fingers, and your attention was drawn to the action. What did Peter have to be nervous about? “Should we just go home?”
“No!” you said more abruptly than you had intended. You averted your eyes and cleared your throat before turning back to Peter. “No, Pepper would feel bad if we just scraped the weekend altogether. We can still swim and play games and relax. You know, enjoy the first week of our summer break and celebrate surviving finals for another semester.”
The corner of his mouth twitched into the barest hint of a smile. “Yeah,” he agreed. “We should definitely celebrate the end of finals. This semester was kinda the semester from hell, wasn’t it?” 
You huffed. That was an understatement. Both you and Peter were double majoring - him at Columbia, you at your father’s alma mater, MIT - and it was slowly but surely draining the life out of you. Your only saving grace was the few weekends you returned to New York, splitting time between being home with Pepper and Morgan and staying with Peter in his far too small dorm room. Unfortunately, the workload for your courses during the past semester had made it nearly impossible to find a free weekend to go home, and you wanted nothing more than to enjoy a weekend with Peter. 
Pepper seemed to think the same thing, though her reasoning was slightly different than yours.
“At least I’ll get to graduate a semester early,” you answered. You closed your eyes and rested your head against the back of the couch, finally letting the fact that you had zero responsibilities for the next three months sink in. “If it weren’t for that, I definitely wouldn’t have overloaded my schedule like that. Do you think you can overdose on coffee? I think I nearly overdosed on coffee last semester.” 
His responding laughter made your eyes flutter open, and you drank in his appearance - cheeks flushed from the early summer heat, messy hair beginning to curl from the humidity, his muscled arms on full display in his tight t-shirt, and his chapped lips curled into the most adorable smile. You ached to reach out to him, to run a hand through his curls, to drag your fingers over his arms, to press your lips against his. 
You moved away and clasped your hands in your lap. “I, uh- I’m gonna go unpack, I think.”
If Peter noticed your sudden distance and change in demeanor, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he let you go, dragging your suitcase behind you to the bedroom that your dad had set up for you years ago in the hopes that one day he’d get you back after Thanos had turned you to dust alongside Peter. 
Tony got you back, but he never got to see you in the cabin he had built for his family, never got to see you in the room that he had set up just for you.
The first time you came to the cabin with Pepper and Morgan after the Blip, you hadn’t even been able to stay in the room for more than five minutes, and you had ended up sleeping with Morgan in her tiny bed. The only exception to that was the night of your dad’s funeral, when both you and Morgan had crawled into bed with Pepper, anchoring yourself to what little family you had left. 
The second time you came to the cabin with Pepper and Morgan, it had been for a weekend getaway before you left for college, and Peter and May had joined the Stark family. You’d only managed to sleep in your room that weekend because Peter had crawled beneath the blankets with you and held you close after he found you sat against the wall, your eyes bloodshot and wet from your tears. He’d slept with you in your room every weekend you’d spent at the cabin since.
And this weekend would be no different, even though the feelings that you felt for him were very drastically different than they had been all those other times you’d shared your bed with him. You were absolutely sure that sharing your bed with Peter Parker all weekend was slowly, but surely, going to kill you. Even the thought of  laying in bed with him, close enough to touch him, to kiss him was sending your heart racing. 
Fuck, you wanted to kiss him so bad and it confused you so much. He was your best friend, he was nerdy Peter, he was...he was so adorable and- and when did you stop seeing him as just Peter and start seeing him as so, so much more?
“You okay?” 
You jumped, startled. You spun around to face Peter, your eyes wide as they latched onto his concerned expression. You blinked, twisting the material of the sweatshirt that you held in your hands. “Um, yeah.” You cleared your throat and dropped the sweatshirt into your dresser with the rest of your clothes you’d brought along for the weekend. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just kinda...I don’t know. I’ll give you some time to unpack. I’m gonna get some fresh air.”
You slid past him in the doorway before he had a chance to protest, and after grabbing a random bottle of wine from the wine rack, you found yourself sitting on the dock, your shoes beside you on the wooden surface and your feet dragging through the tepid lake water. 
Drinking directly from the bottle, you thought back to the phone call with Pepper earlier in the day that had sent your thoughts haywire in the first place. 
‘You haven’t seen each other in months, Y/N,” she had said. ‘You deserve to have some time together. Alone.’
That in and of itself had been innocent enough. There hadn’t been any suggestive undertone to her words, no incorrect assumptions. It could easily have been interpreted as Pepper urging you to have a relaxing weekend with your best friend.
Except that’s not at all what she had meant, and that became abundantly clear as the call went on. 
‘Just be safe, Y/N. You and Peter are both adults, and I trust you to make good choices. I know your dad would have been over the moon to know how close you and Peter have gotten, but I don’t think he’d be too eager to be a grandpa if he were still around.’ You had nearly choked on your own spit when she said that, and before you were even able to respond she continued, ‘There are condoms under the sink in my bathroom if you didn’t bring your own. Seriously, Y/N, be safe. Enjoy your weekend with Peter.’
You had been too tongue-tied to say anything more than a quick goodbye, and the entire conversation had been playing on repeat in your head ever since. It was torturing you, slowly driving you mad in the same manner that your sudden change in feelings for Peter were driving you mad.
The wooden dock creaked, and without even turning to look, you knew that it was Peter padding down the length of the dock to join you at the end. He was silent as he pulled off his shoes and socks, silent as he sat beside you, silent as he plunged his feet into the water and nudged your foot with his big toe. 
You pressed the wine bottle to your lips and tilted it, drinking deeply and swallowing thickly. “I lied to you earlier,” you admitted. You held the wine bottle out to him in silent offering, and once he took it from your hand you twisted your hands together in your lap nervously. “About why Pepper and Morgan aren’t coming this weekend.”
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stcrryslibrary · 8 days ago
Peter Parker x Reader
A/N: This is a republish if you think you've seen it before, you probably have.
Word Count: 1356
Warnings: None
Prompt: “Stop being so cute!"
“Stop being cute!” squeals out of you at the sight of Peter hanging upside down in his suit. His eyes can only narrow as he pouts out his lips at you calling him cute. He hates it when you do that and would do anything to keep you from calling him that around his friends or, God forbid, Tony Stark.
He lowers himself down before getting into his usual crouching position, tugging his mask up to reveal his eyes “I’m not cute! Superheroes aren’t supposed to be cute!” he sounds more mockingly offended than actually annoyed with you. However, that doesn’t mean his eyes aren’t still narrowed into your fucking soul.
“Last I checked, Mr. Parker, you were the cutest superhero in all of New York City!” you’re pretty sure you just saw a tiny piece of his teenage pride shatter. A hand clasped over your mouth to stifle yourself from giggling when he fully sat down on the ground and started staring long and hard at you.
“I’ll have you know, ma’am, that I am the ONLY superhero of New York that you know. Other than maybe Tony Stark but he retired after the whole–y’know.” you nodded knowingly at that bit before sitting down with him and humming in thought as if you’re trying to drive him insane with the adorable faces you pull when you start thinking.
“You might be but that still doesn’t mean you’re really CUTE!” he groaned that time, mostly in defeat, before cocking his head to the side and finally accepting his fate “fine, but if I’m cute then so are you!” this truce isn’t going to last long and you both know it.
Now you’re just having to remind him to stop texting you while he’s swinging from buildings. The last time he did that he ran into a bus twice.
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stcrryslibrary · 8 days ago
Peter Parker x Reader
A/N: This is a republish if you think you've seen it before, you probably have.
Word Count: 1058
Warnings: None
Prompt: “Here, take my blanket."
This school trip is turning out to be more stressful than it is fun as you try to settle to sleep in the bed a few feet away from the one Peter is in. He doesn’t like this either but he doesn’t like you twisting and turning either.
He shoved his body up with a small put before tossing a soft blanket, not hotel owned, over to you “Here, take my blanket. It might help you sleep a little better.”
Your eyes widen before softening at the gesture “Pete, you know I can’t take this from you.” you pandered your next words and decided to jump the bullet “Screw the rules, we can share my bed and wake up before they come to check on us. That way we can make it look like we haven’t been cuddling all night.”
A blush crept up Peter’s soft features as a fleeting thought of saying ’no’ came to his racing mind. He shook that thought away quickly before moving to climb into the bed with you and nestle you in his arms. You can feel his body instantly relax the second you two connect under to plush blanket bigger than you both.
“See? Perfect.” you smiled sweetly at him as he made a small noise in agreement, already falling asleep.
The next challenge is making sure you both are able to at least move beds before your teacher comes by. You’d love to not have to explain what the two of you were doing in the same bed.
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