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literallykenmaandshoyo · 1 year

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What About Me?

Peter Parker x Female Reader!

Warnings: Angst. Reader is upset because Peter is off being busy as Spider-Man and he's stood her up one too many times for her liking

Word Count: 1.6k

Author's Note: Guys this is my first Peter Parker drabble! YAY!~ I absolutely adore Peter and I wrote this one up earlier tonight and figured it'd be good to share! I hope you all love it, I'm so used to writing fluff that sometimes I forget that writing angst is really good too! Let me know if you have any feedback or requests by sending in an ask, and remember to request Mod Shoyo to be specific! Have a great night (Or morning) everyone!

Also, PicsArt doesn't have the same scrabble letter thingies that Kenma and I have been using for our headers so this one is just a major WTF. Sorry if this looks ugly lol :,)

~Mod Shoyo <3

Y/N sat by her bedroom window, overlooking all of Queens from the seventh floor of her apartment building. Night had fallen and the stars were out, all of the buildings nearby had some office lights still on, people were probably still working, even at this ungodly hour.

That’s one thing that they had in common with her boyfriend Peter.

Being a web-slinging superhero was definitely not on Y/N's list of why Peter Parker could be so distant and just vanish all the time. However, when they first officially started dating, Peter took it upon himself to lay out all of his cards for her right then and there. Y/N was more than understanding and he thanked God for her every single day. Y/N knew that she said she’d be okay with the late nights and the canceled plans, that she’d be up waiting for him during late hours of the night just to make sure he came home safe.

But there was only so much she could take.

She stared down at her text messages with Peter. She asked him if he wanted to come and stay over at her apartment tonight since she’d been missing him a little extra these past couple days. Not only has Tony been working him to the bone, but the crime percentages in Queens seem to have only elevated since Peter would be out all night stopping robberies, saving people from getting mugged or kidnapped, the whole shebang.

I’ll swing over in 10 love <3 11:45 p.m

Y/N looked at the top of her screen and saw that it was 1:57 in the morning. She knew that she got herself into this and she told herself that every time that he was late or had to cancel on her. It wasn’t his fault. Peter was just doing his job, what he signed up to do, so she couldn’t be mad at him. But who could she get mad at?

She looked like a lovesick puppy, just waiting at her window to see the red and blue suit that her boyfriend wore to come swinging over to her building. Tears were streaming down her face and she was making herself more upset by crying over something like this. She grabbed her phone off the windowsill and turned it off, chucking it into a random corner of her room and lying in her bed. She got under her throw blanket on top of her covers and threw it over her head. Her sniffles and soft sobs weren’t loud enough to wake anyone, but a small part of her wished that Peter would walk in and hear how devastated she was.

Being Peter’s girlfriend was a blessing. It was something like a mantra that she told herself every single morning when she woke up. She wanted to be the one he came home to, the one that would make all of his cuts and bruises better after she cleaned him up, she wanted to be the last woman he would ever love in his life. She wanted to be his. Forever. But being in a relationship didn’t always mean that Peter was the one she fussed over all the time. She was entitled to her own feelings and how she felt, and right now, she was sick and tired of waiting up for Peter.

As if right on cue, her bedroom window slid open and in crawled Peter. He was panting, short of breath as soon as he ripped his mask off his face. “I’m so sorry love, there was this guy in an alleyway that wouldn’t leave this group of middle schoolers alone and he-”

Peter stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at Y/N's shaking figure under her throw blanket. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to the bed, his ears picking up on the sounds of her soft sniffles and hiccups. He pulled the blanket off her head and saw her laying in the fetal position. Her hair was covering the side of her face and he couldn’t really see her expression, but he knew that she was upset. Obviously.

“Baby,...” Peter pushed her hair behind her ear and could see her puffy eyes and red nose. “Hey, hey, what’s the matter?”

Y/N sat up in bed and fixed her crazy hair, sniffling and wiping tears off of her cheeks with the sleeves of her shirt. She sputtered and tried to speak, but she didn’t even know what to tell him. Part of her wanted to be straight up and just tell him that this is the seventh time she’s been kept up waiting on him, but the other part of her knew it wasn’t his fault and that she was just upset because he’s been so busy. Just because she was always available for him, doesn’t mean that Peter was always at her dispense too, especially with what he does with his time.

“I…”

Peter waited for her to explain, but she just looked down at her lap and started to cry again. He felt awful and he was so clueless. He thought back to the last time she cried and remembered that she had lost a grandfather recently that she was close to. Maybe it was that. He grabbed her hand and held it in his tightly.

“Is this about your grandpa again, love?”

Y/N shook her head and pulled her hand away from his. Now Peter was really confused. He racked his brain trying to figure out what else it could be, but every single option he came up with just came to a dead end. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how hard he was trying to think, and she found it ironic. He was so intelligent, the smartest guy she’s ever known. Yet he’s so oblivious when it comes to the small things, she always thought that maybe his brain was so big, that the most simple of questions really took a couple of seconds for him to think about.

“I’m just tired, Peter.” She finally croaked.

Peter’s heart fell into his chest. His gaze met hers instantly and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He always thought about how Y/N never deserved to be with someone like him, not when he has the whole Spider-Man thing going for him. It’s unfair to her. And he always felt like one day she’d get tired of it all, but he was praying to God out of his own selfishness, that today was not that day.

“This…” She hiccuped. “This is the seventh time that I’ve stayed up past what we agreed to see each other at just to see if maybe you needed a little more time to come home.”

Now Peter understood.

“You said you’d only be ten minutes at 11:45 and it's two in the morning now, Peter.” Peter looked down at her hands and noticed that they were trembling. “It’s been so hard for me these past couple times to just tell myself this is what I signed up for. But I miss you so much while you’re gone.”

She broke down in tears again, sobbing into her hands. Her sobs and her hiccups were muffled, but that only made them louder in Peter’s head. She was right, in every way imaginable. He hadn’t been much of a boyfriend recently, only texting her about how much he loved and missed her, sending her a quick selfie while he was mid-swing from one crime to the next. He couldn’t even imagine how lonely she must feel within those gaps of time that he wasn’t messaging her.

“Baby, I- I’m so sorry,” Peter cooed. “I know that I’ve been really busy recently, and I-I can’t even think about how lonely you must feel every single time I do this,”

Y/N looked up from her hands and wiped the snot that was running down her nose. She could barely keep her puffy eyes open enough to look at him.

“Don’t ever tell yourself that this is what you signed up for ever again.” Peter scolded. “I asked you to be my girlfriend because I knew in my heart that I was ready to be your boyfriend. And I still believe that. I haven’t been giving you the attention that you deserve and that’s completely on me. Okay?”

Y/N stayed quiet, staring at him with her bloodshot eyes and a quivering lip. The scary part was over. She was never good with calling people out and telling them how what they’re doing affects her. She’d rather just forgive them and never have to talk about it again. But then, when it happens again, she just puts herself through an endless cycle.

“I just miss you…” Y/N sobbed, wrapping her arms around Peter.

She dug her nose into the crook of his neck, bringing her hands up to the back of his head to feel his hair in between her fingers. When Peter hugged her back, her entire body relaxed and she just let him hold her while she cried into his suit. Peter was rubbing her back comfortingly, whispering sweet things into her ears in between pressing kisses to the top of her head and her temples.

“I’ll do better for you, baby. I promise, okay?”

Y/N nodded.

Peter felt himself getting choked up the entire time Y/N was crying in front of him. The lump in the back of his throat was almost unbearable to push his spit past whenever he swallowed. He held Y/N in his arms for a while longer before finally taking his suit off and changing into some pajamas. He crawled into bed with Y/N and held her once more, the sound of her heart beat finally calming down bringing a soft smile to his face. He kissed the top of her head once more and closed his eyes.

That night, he made a promise to himself.

A promise that she was never going to feel like this ever again.

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 1 year

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as it was

pairing: peter parker x sister!reader

WC: 3K

warnings: small mentions of anxiety, maybe some cursing, just no way home angst. there is no physical description of reader, so you could read this as adopted!reader or however.

summary: you feel like there’s something missing from your life when may dies. you just aren’t sure what that thing is.

A/N: i started this april 11, 2022. something just came upon me to start writing for this draft again. i dont live in nyc so ignore all directions. my own gif (that’s why it’s shit)

@alecmores my editor💗

been in the drafts since march 25

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You were sitting in front of her grave.

The cold chill of New York winter settles into your bones. The trees were barren of any leaves with autumn having left a few weeks ago, no snowfall yet thankfully. The grass has been freshly cut along with some watering causing you to sit in a bit of wet grass, at least your coat was taking the moisture.

You brought some new flowers, just some simple white roses. The other flowers have been slowly wilting since your last visit, and you never want to have dead flowers resting with Aunt May’s grave.

As you replace the flora you sit back on the ground with the wilting stems staying in your hands to keep you from fidgeting around and picking the grass as you talk to her. You try to visit once a week, but sometimes you can only come twice a month because it will just hit you really hard one day that you have no one left, no immediate family anymore. The closest you have to any type of family is Happy Hogan, MJ, and Ned, which is kind of weird because when you think of your memories that involve the three of them, something is missing, a piece of a puzzle that won’t fit in its place.

“How are you today, may?” The wind just blows the hair around your face in different directions.

“I started to work at the Peter Pan cafe with MJ. Sometimes we have shifts together, but honestly, it’s kinda rare since it doesn’t get too busy there. The boss is an older man who’s lazy and has a snippy attitude for no reason, but it's an easy job. Don’t have to worry about my anxiety kicking in.” You stared down at your gloved-covered hands that clutched your crossed legs. Your lips rolled together as you let the silence cover you, thinking of what else to mention.

“Uh… Happy. Happy- he misses you, I miss you. He- uh… he took me in, unofficially adopted me. I’m thankful for him cause if I had to do all this- this, I don’t know, just I’m thankful he took pity on me and didn’t leave me to the wolves. MJ and Ned said they would’ve taken me in, but I think they just said it out of friendliness.” You shrugged your shoulders at the thought.

You perked your head up and glanced around the cemetery. Dozens of headstones, some having more grandeur stone carvings with angels or whatever. Fallen autumn leaves tumbled and kicked across the grass, sticking to trees or headstones before a breeze pushed them away and further off. It seemed you were the only person visiting a loved one at the moment, you wished someone accompanied you, but you liked being with May by yourself.

“Oh, uh, school. Probably want to know about school. I- I- I think I’m gonna take a gap year. Process and readjust to everything and I know if I was doing school I wouldn’t give my all and I don’t want to let you down. Plus, I need money and so I’ll probably need to work a few jobs- wanna help Happy with bills so he doesn’t feel stuck with me.”

A puff of air left your lips as you rubbed your arms up and down your biceps to get a good warmth back into your bones so you could stay longer. With a lick to your lips and a furrow to your brow, you hesitantly spoke a thought that’s been sitting on your tongue for a while, only feeling brave to speak them towards May.

“Ever since you- since you left… something has felt… off. I- I don’t even know what feels off, just that I’m missing something- someone in my life. But I don’t have anyone else. Mom and dad were gone too soon for me to remember their faces, Ben passed away a few years ago and then all I had was you. May... you’ve been my mom, you are my mom. And- and when the blip happened and we came back, that was the scariest thing I’ve ever experienced. Feeling like you were gone for only a minute but then people are telling you that it’s been five years and half the population turned to dust… but you came back and I felt safe again. And we got back into some normal groove again. And then hearing that you got into an accident and were killed-” your throat started to choke with restrained tears, “I’ve never been more scared in my whole life.”

You let a cry free before pulling yourself back in, wanting to continue your rant, “but, what I’m trying to get at… something feels out of place. I feel like someone is missing from the giant picture, memories feel like they’ve been edited- cutting out that person from our life, my life. Memories with MJ and Ned feel weird, and memories with Happy feel weird as well. Like trying to think about how the two of you met… something is burned away. I- I don’t know, probably just trying to find something to focus on.”

Your eyes met the dark stone, the words May Parker engraved with her date of birth and death. Your shoulders sagged, you were just talking to air about a nagging thought. Should probably look into getting therapy.

“I should start heading back, Happy’s probably worried about me.” You dusted your jacket and pants clean of any grass, might have a few wet spots soaking the fabric.

You stuffed your hands into the jacket pockets and just stood, not making an effort to leave just yet. There was a crunching of leaves that soon filled the quiet and you didn’t think anything of it, it could have been another visitor or Happy who came to visit and take you home, which happened a few times already. But when you looked in your periphery, it wasn’t someone at another grave and it wasn’t Happy. It was a boy.

Out of curiosity, you turned your head enough to get a proper look at the new arrival. You eyed him from head to toe, never seeing him around before. He looked to be about your age, just a teenager. A beanie covered his head, he wore a blue puffer jacket with a few stripes at the top with simple jeans and sneakers, nothing standing out. But there was just something about him…

“How did you know May?” The mystery boy spoke. It took you off guard, “huh?” Was all that came out. He cleared his throat and jerked his chin, again, “how- uh- how did you know May?” He turned to you before turning away.

“Oh, she- she was my aunt. Well, my mom really. Lived with her when I was young.” You stopped there and it was silent. You counted to five before asking, “how did you know her? If I may ask?” Your manners popping in.

The boy was quiet, eyes set on her name. He sniffled then wet his lips, “feast. I knew her from feast. She was- she was nice, always kind to everyone. She was like the mother I never had. I’m glad you had her as family.” His voice cracked on the word family, something you noted but didn’t push for further.

“Yeah. She was always looking out for the little guys.” A smile to your lips. “Was it just the two of you?” The boy asked then backed tracked, “only if you feel comfortable saying. Sorry, it just- it just slipped.”

You looked at the boy. He wasn’t fidgeting, but you could tell from his eyes that he was nervous about something. Your eyes just wandered over him, sure it may seem rude but you couldn’t help it. It was like a magnet was pulling you and you couldn’t resist the hold it had on you. You thought about lying to this stranger, but you didn’t. “Yeah. Well, it wasn’t always just the two of us. She had a husband, his name was Ben, and he’s buried in his home state. But he got shot during a robbery about… a decade ago… blip time difference is weird.” You mumbled off, realizing he died five years ago for you but with your dusting, that added an extra five. The boy agreed with a light chuckle, it warmed you.

“What about you? Any family still with you?” Bouncing back on his question.

His eyes drooped a slight frown on his face, “uh…no. No family, just me.” His eyes caught yours before, once again, looking away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ “Oh! No, it’s- it’s fine. I was asking the questions first anyway.”

You rolled your lips as you swayed on your feet. Neither of you decided to speak, just stood beside each other as you stared at the headstone and listened to the leaves falling. You wanted to look at the boy again but withheld yourself from doing so.

“I should- I should head home. But it was nice to meet you…” you trailed off hoping he’ll present his name. “Peter… Peter Parker.” He held a smile at the last name.

“Huh, funny coincidence. I’m (Y/n), Parker obviously.” You bid Peter a smile goodbye and turned your back to make your walk to the subway.

“Hey! Uh (Y/n)!” You heard the shouts and the crunching of leaves beneath his feet as he hurried to catch up with you. You stopped your steps and looked at Peter as he stopped a few steps away.

“Do you… do you take the subway?” “Yeah…”

“Do you mind if I walk you? I just- I would just feel a lot better knowing you made it safely plus I think May would… sorry- sorry. Only if you want, of course, I mean you just met me and-“

You stepped closer and touched his arm, “hey, it’s fine. I would like the company. Plus, it’s just the subway, you’re not walking me to the front door.” You shrugged at the end before nodding your head to the iron gates.

The two of you traveled down the busy and packed streets of New York. Shifting and turning your bodies so you didn’t bump into anyone, especially someone who wasn’t in the right mood that day. The walking was quiet at first, two strangers who just met and didn’t know what boundaries were already drawn. You kept making glances at Peter beside you before looking away, at the sky or the buildings around you.

“Are you in school?” Peter was the first to ask, once again. You were thankful he took the first steps.

“Oh, well I’m eighteen so I’m about to graduate high school. And I was planning to go to college, out of state or in state, not sure. But after May… I’m taking a gap year. Want to get my bearings first before I focus back on school… How’s your academic future?” You eyed him as he watched you talk.

“Uh, well I’m eighteen as well. And something happened during the school year so I kinda have to start senior year over again. I was planning to go to MIT for college, but that’ll just have to wait.” He scratched his nose before stuffing his hand back into his jacket pocket.

“Another coincidence. Two of my friends are going.” You saw the smile Peter tried to hide from your comment.

“Do you have a job, Mr. Parker?” Already giving joking nicknames.

You didn’t notice the stiffness to his shoulders or the sadness that glazed over his eyes before stuttering, “uh, I’ve applied to a- a few different jobs. Kinda hard- not a high school graduate so my options are limited. Gotta look for the desperate places.”

“But those are kinda sketchy. Not the safest.”

His attention was on you, “yeah, well, I can handle myself.” He nudged your arm and pulled a smile from you as you shook your head. “What about you? Any sketchy jobs?”

“Not sketchy, just boring and quiet. I work at a small café with my friend. An easy job since I have anxiety.” You keep your answers vague with enough detail.

Silence came back around. Cars honking and people talking to each other or over the phone. Couples holding hands or looped around each other.

“Anyone special in your life?” Was your first question to come to mind.

You weren’t sure if the flush was due to the low temperature or the abrupt question towards Peter, who’s still a stranger, about if he was seeing someone.

“No, no. I- I had someone, but she left me. For the best, I think.”

“Why is that? Secretly with the mob or something?”

He laughed, “Nah, nothing like that. Just… I'm broken and a mess. Don’t want her dealing with… all that.” He made a circling hand gesture. You just hummed.

You weren’t paying much attention to your surroundings so you didn’t see the group of kids running and pushing into everyone coming your way. So with a tight hold on your bicep and a yank, you yelped and looked around. Peter pulled you behind him and you followed his eyes as you watched the kids pass as they shouted and yelled.

“Stupid kids.” You muttered before continuing your walk. “Thank you, for pulling me.” “Oh, it’s nothing.”

You were only a block or two away from a station.

“What about you?” “What about me?” “Anyone special?” He had a playful tone to his words. You just shrugged your shoulders.

“I’ve never been anyone’s first choice. I stick more to the shadows anyway, used to get bullied, so I keep my head down and mouth closed,” you looked to see if he was listening, and he was, “also, I’m kinda a hopeless romantic. Romance books, love songs; especially Taylor Swift's love songs, and a few rom-coms. Anyway, what I’m saying is that, no. No one special, probably not for a while. But maybe that’s okay, maybe I’ll find ‘the one’ when it’s time.”

Peter didn’t respond to your words. You smacked a hand over your face.

“What? What’s-“ “I just spilled my random thoughts to you, who’s still a stranger.”

You pulled your hand away and ran your fingers through your hair before moving it to your pocket for warmth. You looked at Peter and you were just full-on staring, eyes roving over his side profile or his face if he looked your way before facing forward. A tilt of your head came up.

“You know… maybe it wasn’t a coincidence.” You kept looking at Peter. “What wasn’t?” His eyes were on his feet.

“Meeting each other.” And you looked away just as Peter almost tried over his feet even as he watched every step. You kept walking, not aware of the cogs turning in Peter’s mind as he processed your words.

“What- What do you mean? How isn’t this a coincidence? I think it was just lucky timing.”

You threw a hand out as you talked, “What I mean is… maybe May sent you this way. Two people she knew and cared about, both lonely and without a family around. Plus come on, your last name is Parker. That's just crazy. I don’t know, just- it’s just crazy!”

You smiled at the boy as you crossed the street and walked down the crowded and smelly stairs leading to the subway. You checked to see if Peter was still with you and when you saw he was pushed back by a few people, you moved to the side and waited for him to meet your side. You flashed a smile when he reappeared and you both continued on your walk toward the entrances. You checked to see if any cops were around and seeing none you hopped over the spinning entrance, Peter a second behind.

“What train do you take?” “A train, you?” “F for me.”

You thought this meant that the two of you would split up, but Peter walked with you and stayed by your side as you waited for your train to arrive. You checked your pockets to make sure you had your phone, wallet, keys, and headphones, along with your taser and pepper spray that Happy bought for you. You texted Happy that you were waiting for your train and should be home within the hour.

After about thirty-five minutes you heard the screeching of wheels on tracks and saw the lights glow into the station. You turned to Peter with a smile, “well, looks like my ride's here.” He nodded at your words and he opened his mouth and then closed it. You stayed back seeing if he’ll say the words on his mind.

As the train got closer and he didn’t say anything you decided to be the first to speak. “Would it be okay if I get your number? I- I know we just met, but… you seem like a good friend.” You cringed a bit, it was almost like a terrible pickup line. And you weren’t hitting on him, it just felt gross to even think that.

“Yeah, yeah. I’d love to have a friend.” Peter stopped your worrying thoughts. You passed him your phone and then he passed it back before pulling his out and showing a text on his home screen.

You started towards the open doors and passed the rushing people and with a quick turn, you called out to Peter and he looked your way waiting to hear what you needed to say before you let the subway whisks you away.

“Stop by feast when you can. We can always use the extra hands and May would be thankful.” And before you got any reply you walked further into the metal tub and took a seat, sticking an earbud in and pressing play on an album you’ve had on repeat.

Already planning to visit May tomorrow after your morning shift to talk about your new friend. And Peter would keep watch from a distance and when you left he would speak with May quietly. Promising her that he’ll keep you safe and be your friend, maybe not your brother never again, only in his mind.

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lnfours · 1 year

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sundays ⎸t.h

⌙ summary: nothing is better than sundays i’m sorry pls look at him i wanna hug him so tight. he’s BABY!!!!

⌙ warnings: cursing (bc it’s tom, duh), tooth rotting, gut wrenching fluff. i wrote this while i was in my feels about tom bc i love him and miss him and he’s baby. seriously. not joking. tom out boyfriends all boyfriends. he is the moment.

⌙ wc: a short little 1.6k to make up for not posting chapter 8 of summer loving <3

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

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it was the small things tom did that made you fall more and more in love with him everyday.

for instance, he was a morning person. he enjoyed getting up early and getting his daily workout in when the sun was coming up. however, before he’d leave for the morning, he’d make sure to let tessa out so she didn’t wake you. he’d make sure to stay quiet while getting dressed and ready to go to the gym, plus he’d tuck the blankets back around you and place a gentle kiss on your forehead. this was his silent way of saying ‘see you when i get back’.

he knew you worked a lot and how exhausted you were from working all the time while he had the advantage of being off of work for a few months at a time. he doesn’t mind that you like to sleep in a little later, he knew from the moment he met you that you weren’t really a morning person. especially on weekends.

on his way back this particular sunday morning, he had remembered that he had to stop into town to pick something up for harry. as he was walking down the street, he remembered to make his weekly trip to the flower shop to find a bouquet of flowers for your vase in the kitchen.

“tom! good morning!” the owner smiled from behind the wooden counter. she was an older lady, you could tell she had been doing this for years. she had the prettiest bouquets, always making sure her best customer got the first pick on sunday mornings.

yes they were on a first name basis. yes he went to this flower shop every sunday.

listen, when you clean the house on sundays, it’s always nice to have a fresh bouquet of flowers in the vase on the kitchen island. plus, it’s the little things, right?

“morning, mary,” he smiled, “what’cha got this mornin’?”

she smiled, holding a finger up to him in a silent way of saying ‘just a second’ before she turned around to the little workbench behind her. she turned back around with the bouquet in her hands, the white roses, little bits of lavender and daisies wrapped in a beautiful baby blue paper. he smiled, immediately knowing you’d love them. mary was the best in the business.

“she’s gonna love ‘em. you’ve got a gift, mary.” he smiled as she rung him up for the bouquet.

“you tell me everytime, tom.” she laughed, handing him the receipt.

“that’s because you’re the best in london,” he smiled, “thank you.”

“anytime,” she smiled, “do me a favor and just marry her already, would ya?”

he let out a laugh, pushing the door open with his back, “working on it, i promise. you’ll be the one to arrange the flowers. thanks again, see ya next week!”

she laughed, shaking her head as she waved bye to the boy, knowing he was being serious when he said he was working on it.

and when tom had finally made his way home home, he wasn’t surprised that you hadn’t started cleaning yet. it was only 8:30 in the morning and normally you woke up at 9 on weekends, needing that little bit of extra sleep.

he kicked his shoes off at the front door before making his way quietly up the steps, careful not to damage the flowers as he made his way to your shared bedroom. he smiled at your curled up state, head resting against his pillows as tessa sat at the foot of the bed as if she was guarding you.

he smiled as tessa wagged her tail, head shooting up as he walked further into the room. after placing the flowers on the dresser, he walked over to the staffy, petting her on the head.

“good morning, tess,” he smiled, “did you guard your mum while i was gone?”

the canine responded with a lick against his cheek, making him chuckle softly, “you did?! good job, love.”

his eyes moved to you, checking to make sure he hadn’t woken you. he sat down on the bed, brushing a hair from your face before placing a kiss on your cheek. you slightly stirred awake, yawning, but refusing to open your eyes as you hummed.

“sorry. didn’t mean to wake you, darling.”

“don’t worry, i heard you talking to tess,” you smiled, “i was about to wake up anyway. got shit to do.”

he smiled as you slowly blinked your eyes open, your eyes meeting his warm brown ones. he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“well then, i guess i could get started on breakfast while you brush your teeth, hmm?”

you smiled, “you don’t like my morning breath?”

he let out a laugh, “what is it that they say when you get married? ‘for better or for worse’, is it?”

you playfully smacked his arm, “yours is just as bad!”

“‘m still gonna kiss you, though.”

he pressed his lips against yours again, hand cupping your cheek before pulling away. he tapped your legs.

“c’mon, love. i’ve got your flowers.”

you smiled, “i love mary.”

“more than me?”

“mmm, debatable.”

he pretended to be shocked as you got out of bed, laughing as you walked over to the bouquet. you smiled, it was gorgeous and you knew it would look great in the kitchen once it was clean.

“they’re beautiful, tommy,” you smiled, leaning up and kissing his lips in another quick peck, “can you put ‘em in the vase for me?”

“‘course, angel.”

you smiled, kissing his lips one last time, “thank you.”

if there was one thing about tom holland, it was that he could never get enough of your kisses.

“anything for you.”

you made your way into the bathroom as tom made his way back downstairs, tessa following in pursuit. he put down fresh food for her in her bowl, topping off her water bowl before taking the old flowers out of the vase. he made sure to pick a rose petal off before tossing the old flowers in the trash. he had put fresh water in the vase, sticking the bouquet he had picked up today in it.

as he finished putting the flowers on display, you had joined him downstairs. you smiled, fingers gently brushing over the white roses, “thank you, again.”

“of course,” he smiled, handing you the rose petal, “saved you a petal.”

you grabbed it from his fingers and smiled. you had come up with the idea of saving the flower petals off of the old bouquets and putting them in a coffee table book. you grabbed the book from the coffee table, sticking the petal into a random page before closing it.

“whatcha thinking for breakfast?” he asked, rooting through the pantry as you made the two of you cups of tea. you hummed, thinking on it for a minute.

“wanna make some eggs?”

“sounds good, darlin’.”

you smiled as he placed a gentle hand on your back as he reached above you, grabbing the pan spray from the cabinet. he kissed the top of your head before going back to fixing breakfast for the both of you.

once the two of you had eaten, the day really got started. he started working on some things he needed to get done at the kitchen island as you cleaned up. you moved around him, bending down to grab one of tessa’s toys that had made its way underneath the bar attached to the island tom was sitting at. he watched as you bent down, placing his hand on the corner of the counter in case you were to hit your head coming up.

you didn’t see his gesture, but just knowing he could prevent you from getting hurt was enough in itself.

you had finished cleaning the dining room, kitchen and living room as you took a small break, taking a sip of water from the glass you still had from earlier.

“tommy,” you asked sweetly, him humming back in response, quickly switching to a different tab on his laptop. he didn’t need you to come up to him and see that he was looking at engagement rings on a jewelers website. he may be the king of spoilers, but with this one, it was different.

“can you put a load of laundry in? i’m gonna start upstairs.”

he nodded, smiling at you, “sure, love.”

you walked over to him, which made him silently thank himself for switching the tab on his laptop, and placed a kiss on his head, “thanks, bub.”

he smiled, “mmhm.”

after the two of you spent the rest of the day tidying up the house and finishing things that needed to get done before the new week started, you plopped down on the couch. he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side as the two of you half mindedly paid attention to whatever was on the tv.

“thanks for helping.” you smiled and he kissed your temple.

“never have to thank me.”

“i know, but still,” you smiled up at him, “thank you.”

he returned the grin, kissing your lips for what felt like the millionth time today.

you pulled away, sighing, “i don’t know if i wanna take a nap or take a shower.”

he chuckled, “shower and then nap?”

you looked over at him, “i like the way you think, holland.”

he didn’t say anything else, just turned off the living room tv before lifting you from the couch and picking you up. you giggled, looking down at the floor as he playfully hit your ass.

it wasn’t unusual for him to pick you up and carry you up the steps. it was quite nice actually. you didn’t have to put the work in to go up the stairs yourself, so it was pleasant.

nothing was better than sundays.

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milady-pink · 2 years

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Poor Spider-Man…

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jbbuckybarnes · 8 months

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How Peter Parker would comfort and care for a depressed loved one

(don't mind me, just some self-indulgence I wrote when I was in the trenches of depression)

• "No, no, no, what we're not gonna do is feel guilty. This world is a depressing place when the rest of you isn't stable. And the world loves making people unstable."

• He'd meal prep for you, wake you up on time to keep your rhythm in check, bring you sleep tea, watch movies with you on particularly bad days.

• "What's your current take on going outside? Vitamin D might do you good." He'd ask cautiously.

• You'd tense up at the idea of spending more energy than you had but knew it was needed to get better.

• "I can...carry you to the rooftop?" He'd raise his brow.

• You'd do grabby hands at him from the bed.

• You'd chill on the sunny rooftop for 45 minutes every now and then, not talking much, just existing.

• "What are your thoughts on therapy?" He'd mumble a few weeks down the line.

• "The only thing my insurance covers is CBT. I fucking hate CBT."

• "What if we figure out a way to pay someone you can choose?"

• "I don't wa-" "Na-ah, friends help friends survive."

• Please imagine Spider-Man making a couple extra bucks by helping people install solar panels and carrying heavy stuff.

• He'd sit down next to you with a laptop and you'd search for therapy options.

• "DBT. IFS. EFT. The other EFT. Hypnotherapy. Logo Therapy. Integrative Therapists for Psychedelics. Somatic Experiencing." Even he was overwhelmed with the option.

• "IFS. Hypnotherapy. Maybe Logo Therapy." You mumbled and he decluttered the tabs.

• You landed on a woman doing both IFS & Hypnotherapy. Both things that intrigued you.

• "I mean if nothing else works...drugs still exist." You'd shrug and he'd smirk at that.

• He'd bring you to your first appointment giving you the biggest hug before you went in.

• The woman would explain to you that you needed to get mentally resourced first and that she'd try with a specific type of hypnosis to see if that helps.

• When Peter saw you get out of the building he'd instantly put his arm around you while walking.

• "I'm so tired." You'd mumble leaning against him while walking, trusting him to lead the way while you were spacing out, "Gonna tell you about it after a long sleep."

• You'd wake up the next morning with energy. Still depressed, but not quite as depressed as the previous days. He slept over to make sure there were no weird aftereffects.

• You would look at him sleeping and get up to make yourself something simple to eat.

• He'd peek his eye open before both of them were wide open seeing you standing in the kitchen.

• "Woah." He mumbled before getting up and hugging you.

• "How was it?" You paused for a second, "That's what he said."

• You told him what the hypnosis felt like and that you went back to the origin of your depression and did some inner child work thing. And the hypnosis took a lot more out of you than you expected. And now you had more energy and hoped it wasn't short-form placebo.

• "Even if it is, she can still do the other work with you." You nodded.

• "Can we go for a short walk?" He'd eagerly nod.

• Over the weeks you'd get better and better at coping with your symptoms and connecting to your inner parts. You'd figure out your triggers and how to calm yourself out of them.

• He'd love to see you flourish and take you on little friend (👀) dates all across New York City the more energy you'd have.

• He'd make sure you'd keep seeing the beautiful things in the world. He'd program your TV to not show news. He'd actually send you good news deliberately.

• "We should live together." You'd suggest.

• "If you can handle the feds searching the apartment at some point." He'd giggle.

• "I'd be good with that. I'd hide little things making it awkward for them." You both laughed.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker #Spider-Man #spiderman #depressed reader #peter parker x reader #Peter Parker x you #peter parker x y/n #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #mine #peter parker fluff #hypnosis #spider man no way home #spider man far from home #spider man fluff #spider man fanfiction

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sexy-monster-fucker · 1 year

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Deception [Part 1]

Mysterio x Reader | Read the original here

This is an AU universe of the MCU Spider-Man. The reader is a female version of Spider-Man and is an adult who is an Avenger. Characters are pretty much the same, just a few AU adjustments. This story closely follows the plot of Far From Home.

a/n: the reader was not dusted during the Blip. I kept the Parker last name just out of personal preference (sorry if that ruins it for you lol), no I haven't decided if Mysterio is actually a villain or not that’s a decision I will make if I decide to continue the story. I am not including the E.D.I.T.H. glasses in this AU.

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You sat on top of a high building overlooking the city in front of you. You could hear horns honking and the flutter of bat wings. People chattered below you. It felt nice to finally be home for good. The events of the past five years had taken a serious tole on your mental health. You had watched your mentor sacrifice his own life in order to make sure your biggest foe was gone for good. It was hard knowing many of the heroes you had looked up to at a young age were gone forever. You were one of the few remaining members of the Avengers left on Earth. Many of them decided to go somewhere else to protect the universe. But you stayed here.

You were only sixteen when Tony recruited you for the Avengers. You were twenty-one now. An adult. But you did not feel like an adult. You still felt like the same scared little kid who almost got killed by Thanos a couple years ago. You sometimes wake up from reliving that nightmare. The feeling of getting thrown and slammed onto the ground. The feeling of air escaping your lungs and not being able to return. Your vision going blurry. It was all still too real for you. It was one of your weakest moments. You felt like you had let everyone down in that moment. If the others had not been there you would be dead. You knew that. But that was the point of having a team. Stronger in numbers.

You continued staring out at the illuminating city. You sometimes wish you had never been bit by that spider that day. Things could have been so much simpler. That was a stupid thought. You remembered idolizing Iron Man as a child. You always wanted to protect the world as he did. He inspired you to be a better person. He inspired you to want to help others. He still inspired you today. His sacrifice was a statement to the world that heroes would do anything to protect them.

Suddenly, you felt your phone begin vibrating. You grabbed it from your pocket. It was Happy. You picked up, “Hey, Hap. What’s up, man?” “Come back home, we have to talk about something,” Happy spoke through the phone. You were concerned, “Okay. I am on my way. Is everything okay?” Happy mumbled into the phone, “We will talk more when you get here.” He hung up. It worried you that Happy was speaking so fast and was fast to hang up. You pulled your mask over your face and jumped off the building.

You landed on top of the building next to your apartment building. You triple checked to make sure no one was around. You crawled down the wall and hid behind the dumpster. You took off your suit and threw it into the bag you had hidden, throwing it over your shoulder once the suit was hidden. You climbed up the wall, reaching your window and crawling inside. You threw your bag onto the bed and continued into the living room to see Happy sitting with your Uncle. They were both smiling and laughing about something. You cleared your throat, “I’m home.” Happy and Uncle Ben turned to you. Uncle Ben rose from the couch, “Hi, honey! I am so glad you are home. Happy and I were just catching up.” You smiled at him. But your smile quickly shifted when you began to address Happy, “What was it you needed to talk to me about, Happy?” Happy smiled at you, “Sorry for the rush on the phone, Y/N. I had just arrived here and I did not want to be rude to Ben.” You exhaled a sigh of relief, “Happy! You scared me. I thought something was seriously wrong.” Happy chuckled, “Sorry about that. Now. As I told Ben, we should be expecting a visitor soon.” You were confused, “What do you mean a vi-”

There was a knock at the door. Happy walked over and opened it to reveal Nick Fury standing in your doorway. You shuttered. “Now, I want to know why you are so hard to get in contact with, Miss Parker,” Fury began. “I-I’ve been really busy,” you defended. “Happy tells me you have been dodging my calls. You shot a look at Happy. “Don’t look at me like that, he’s my boss too,” Happy acknowledged your look. “I don’t care about how you feel about me trying to contact you, Miss Parker. You are an Avenger and I do not take kindly to someone not acting like it,” Fury shut down your dismay quickly. You stared at the man in front of you. He was right. You had not been acting like an Avenger lately. Truly. You did not want to act like one. You enjoyed getting to relax after watching everyone else leave. You felt alone as an Avenger. Fury was right. You needed to begin acting like an Avenger. “There will be a car here to pick you up at 5 a.m. tomorrow morning. I suggest you don’t keep me waiting any longer. I have someone for you to meet,” he was stern with his statement. “Yes, sir,” you agreed. “Now, since you made me come all the way here to get you, where can a brother get a drink,” Fury spoke.

Fury and Happy were gone. It was late. You sat in the dim lit living room alone. You hunched over your phone that laid on the table in front of you. You stared at the picture of you and Tony. Any time with Tony was a fun time. You idolized the man. He made you into the hero you are. “What would he think of you like this,” you whispered to yourself. You had been down lately. What Tony did was marvelous. You could never be like him. He was the hero the world needed. You are just some weird girl who can stick to stuff. You felt your eyes begin to fill a little. “Everything okay,” Uncle Ben sat down next to you. You looked at him, “I’m fine. Just thinking.” He knew you were lying. You could see it on his face. He wrapped one of his arms around you, “I’m here if you need me, kiddo.” You rested your head on his shoulder, “Thanks, Ben.”

You did not sleep the night before. You had began to take a shower, but instead you sat in the tub thinking about what tomorrow would hold. You sat there for quite sometime thinking before you realized you needed to get out and get ready. It was 4:45 now. You grabbed your suit and put it on. You had contemplated whether or not to wear the suit. You decided it was best to. You never knew who you could trust anymore. You wrote Uncle Ben a note that read “Time for super stuff, love you.” You knew he would understand. He always understood. You pulled your mask over your face and climbed out the window. It was chilly out this early. 5 a.m. arrived and a large black vehicle arrived promptly. You were escorted into the back where Nick Fury sat. He eyeballed you, “Why the suit, kid?” You were embarrassed under the mask, “I don’t know who I can trust, so I thought I shou-” “Don’t be an idiot. Anyone I would bring into our headquarters is someone you can trust. You know that,” he cut you off. You shook your head in agreement, but did not remove the mask. Despite everything, you felt unsafe. Something felt off about the whole situation. Your Spider-Sense was telling you so.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, you were in the secret headquarters. Fury got out of the vehicle, you were close behind. You followed him, passing many workers. You did not recognize them. They were all basically strangers to you. It felt wrong. You felt like you should not be here. You and Fury entered the elevator together. It went down many floors. “Kid, you don’t have to be so tense. I would not let anyone in here who could hurt you,” Fury reassured. He could tell you were nervous. You nodded.

“Now then,” the elevator opened and you both stepped out, “Spider-Girl, I’d like you to meet Mr. Beck.” A tall man in a cape stood in front of you. He smiled, “So, you’re the one everyone has been telling me about. It’s a pleasure.” He extended his hand. You placed your hand in his. He leaned in and whispered, “You can call me Quentin.” You shook his hand, “Hi. H-Hold on. I-I’m sorry, but are you the guy from the news?” He chuckled, “Yeah, that’s me. Wishing I had hidden my identity better. But I thought it would help people to have a face with their hero.” You snapped your fingers while trying to remember, “Now then, what was it they called you? Mysterio?” He smiled, “Yep. That’s the name they’ve given me.” You were amazed at the man in front of you. He had came out of no where and was already loved and adored by the public. You were always seen as a menace.

Fury coughed, “If you two are finished...” You and Quentin directed your attention to him. “Now then. We have been informed that there have been spikes in energy all across the globe. I have decided that the two of you would be the best fit in handling this situation. Spider-Girl, as one of the last remaining members of the Avengers, you will be heading the mission,” Fury was serious. You shook your head in disbelief, “Wait. Wait, isn’t there anyone else you can call on. I’ve never really soloed a mission before.” Fury furrowed his brows, “You are going to head this mission.” “What about Carol? Thor? Any of the Guardians? They are all way more qualified than I am,” you argued. “They all have more important things to do. But you, all you’ve been doing is swinging around this city stopping petty crime. Now, as your superior, I am telling you what you will be doing. I suggest you do not give me anymore lip about it. You’re walking a fine line with me already. Tony is not here to protect you anymore. You have to learn to protect yourself,” Fury’s tone was growing frustrated. You stood in silence. “Do I make myself clear,” he asserted. You nodded, “Yes sir.”

You spent the next several hours discussing plans. Where these anomalies were happening. The best plan of attack. This panicked you more than anything. A huge responsibility was being put on your shoulders. You did not know anything about this mission. Nothing made sense. It was all too convenient. After the discussions were done, Fury directed you and Quentin further, “I got the two of you a hotel room. There are two beds. It will help the two of your bond to be that close. You two need to get to know each other pretty well in order for this mission to succeed.” “Wonderful,” you thought. All you were wanting was to be alone. You shook your head in agreement. “I’m going to go out for a bit. I need to think alone for a while,” you excused yourself. Quentin smiled, “I’ll see you later.”

You sat on top of a building. You seemed to do this a lot. You loved admiring the city. It was beautiful especially at night. Suddenly, Quentin appeared in front of you. You were not alarmed. “What’s up, Spider-Girl,” he questioned as he sat down beside you. His helmet disappeared revealing his handsome face once again. “This whole hero thing... it’s always been different for me, Quentin. I have always been the underdog no matter what I do. I am one of the only Avengers he can call on and somehow I am still not good enough for him,” you spilled. Quentin smiled at you, “I for one think you are an amazing hero. I have no doubt you were born to be an amazing hero.” You chuckled. Quentin raised an eyebrow, “What’s so funny?” You shook your head, “I used to be a scared high schooler who witnessed her aunt get murdered in front of her. Then, I went from being a normal kid to fighting some crazy guy in a mechanical bird costume. I never asked to be an Avenger. It was a freak accident, Quentin.” Quentin placed his hand on your thigh, “Everything happens for a reason.” You blushed at his touch. “You don’t even know me,” you muttered. Quentin leaned closer to you, “I want to get to know you, Spider-Girl.” He placed his hand on the under part of your mask and raised it up to your nose, you grabbed his wrist fast. Quentin jumped slightly. “I-I... I’m n-not ready for you to kn-know who I am,” you stuttered. He smiled slightly, “That’s okay. I understand.” You let go of his wrist. “It’s nothing per-personal, we just met. Not many people know who I am,” you were embarrassed. He smiled.

You stood up, “I-I’m gonna go. I should probably get some food in me. I-I’ll see you back at the hotel.” He followed you, “We can go together. We are going to be spending a lot of time together. I’d like to get to know the person I am working with.” Your cheeks were red under your mask. You were fighting yourself inside your head. Should you or should you not? It was difficult. You wanted to open up to people, but that was too difficult. “Sure, Quentin,” you agreed. “But here’s the thing. You’ll have to get the food and meet me back up here. I can’t be seen just chilling in a local restaurant. I don’t need that kind of press right now,” you told him. His expression change into a frown, “Oh.” You felt bad. Maybe Quentin was safe. Maybe you could trust him. Maybe it was time to take a risk. “Look,” you began, “Okay. Meet me downstairs in like seven minutes. We will walk somewhere together. Just... put some normal clothes on. Let’s do something not as supers for a while.” Quentin’s face lit up. He took your hands in his, “Seriously? You’ll go to dinner with me?” You smiled under your mask, “Yeah, I guess.” Quentin smiled even wider, “You won’t regret this!” Quentin rushed to the door and excused himself.

You changed in one of the bathrooms up stairs. You put on a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans. You wanted to look as normal as possible. “Maybe this is all a mistake... don’t you think you’re rushing,” you thought. You shook it off and headed for the elevator. You took it down to the lobby. You saw Quentin across the room. He was wearing a blue button-up and jeans. It seemed odd to see him outside of his suit. “He’ll definitely feel the same,” you thought. You walked over to him, “Hey, Quentin.” He turned and stared at you. You froze. “Oh God, what have I done,” you thought in panic. “Wow,” he spoke, “You’re beautiful.” You felt your cheeks turn pink. You shook off his compliment, “No, no. I never got to formally introduce myself. I’m Y/N Parker. And yes, I am behind the mask. Hope you aren’t disappointed.” He shook his head, “I’m not disappointed at all. I’m pleasantly surprised.” Your face flooded with color again and you chuckled slightly. “So,” you changed the subject, “You ready to walk?” He smiled at you, “I’d be happy to walk with you anywhere, Y/N.”

The two of you headed out. You talked about what being a superhero from a young age was like, about how much you missed your friends and a normal life. Quentin told you a story about what life was like for him before everything happened. He told you about his family which he has lost. The two of you sharing made you feel better about revealing who you are to him. Your guard had been up nonstop since the giant fight with Thanos. It was hard for you to allow new people into your life. You had pushed away your friends from school, it was easier since they had blipped and you didn’t. You regretted isolating yourself.

Quentin went inside a restaurant and ordered food for the both of you then you both walked back. Of course the two of you could not go out without him getting recognized. He is the most popular hero on the scene right now. A couple of girls your age ran up confirming it was him and snapping a picture with him. One of them making a quick comment about how handsome he was, and you couldn’t help the slight feeling of jealousy in your stomach. You shook the feeling off, the two of you were not dating. You were thankful the girls only took a picture of him and did not snap a photo of you together. It would be suspicious for a picture of Mysterio with a random girl to surface once you two are inevitably spotted together as heroes. He walked back over to you and smiled. “Super star, eh?” You jabbed at him. He blew his breath out and smiled, “No... you think so?” You laughed with him,

Your guard was lower than it had been in years. You felt a weight you'd been carrying for a while begin to lift. You could not deny the slight crush you were developing on Quentin. He was charming and funny. Not to mention handsome. You enjoyed his company. He attempted to take your hand in his causing you to jump at the sudden touch. “Oh- Sorry,” Quentin’s face flushed with embarrassment. You shook your head, “No-No you’re fine. Just caught me off guard is all.” It was strange that your body did not warn you of him about to touch you. You must have sensed no danger on him. This was new for you. The rest of the walk was silent between you two.

You returned back to your hotel room with the food. You could not help but feel embarrassment for making what was developing between you two awkward. You were beating yourself up and on top of it, your room key decided to give you a hard time. You leaned your head against the hotel door, sighing in frustration. You felt Quentin get closer to you, reaching for your wrist to help you with the door key. “You just have to give it a little longer,” he spoke softly. The door clicked and you tried the handle again. It opened. “Thank you,” you mumbled looking at him. He was smiling at you.

The two of you sat at the tiny coffee table together. He pulled the food out of the bags, handing you yours first. You picked at your food, too anxious to really eat. There were a billion things on your mind, yet you could not focus on one of them. “Y/N?” You had gotten lost in your own thoughts. “Sorry, just a lot on my mind,” you shot a fake smile at him. He reached across the table and placed his hand on yours, “You can talk to me.” You sighed. Struggling to look at him, “Fury just puts so much pressure on me. It’s like he expects me to... I don't know. I barely know what I’m doing.” Quentin squeezed your hand slightly, “Fury believes in you. He knows you can be the next Iron Man. The next leader of the Avengers!” You chuckled, “I don’t want to be the next Iron Man. Tony... he never wanted me to end up like him. I love being a hero, but I’m a friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl. I wasn’t ready to fight a giant titan in space and nearly die.” There was a silence between you both. You sure did know how to get people to stop talking to you, didn’t you? You felt tears building up in your eyes. Quentin caressed your hand with one of his fingers, “It’s okay to be scared, Y/N. You haven’t had a break.” You looked up at him and smiled, “Thank you.” His gaze lingered on you. You felt your cheeks growing a little pink. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I wish we had met under different circumstances,” Quentin intertwined fingers with you.

You both finished what you wanted of your food then sat on your separate beds. You scrolled mindlessly on your phone for a bit. Of course, videos of Mysterio were everywhere. The public adored him worldwide. You were happy to be working with him. You stretched slightly and stood up, “I’m gonna go get ready for bed.” Quentin mumbled an “Okay” not looking up from his book. You walked into the tiny bathroom and splashed some water in your face. You changed into some sleep shorts and a tank top. You were brushing your teeth when he knocked on the door.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

That’s weird...

“Sure, I’m decent,” you joked.

Quentin opened the door only wearing his boxers. You looked at him in the mirror and an indistinguishable look was on his face. He walked up to you slowly, wrapping his hands around your waist. He made sure his hands ran over every inch of your skin until they met for him to pull you close. You felt chills run all over your body. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking into your eyes through the mirror. His beard hairs tickled your exposed skin. You wanted to ask what he wanted, but you knew. You decided to just enjoy this intimacy. He began to kiss your shoulder, all the way up to your neck. You could feel something poking your back. Your body was flooding with heat. Could you really be this vulnerable with someone? You were loving the attention his mouth was giving to your neck. You placed one of your hands on his head, groaning with pleasure.

“Quentin?”

“Yes?,” he mumbled into your neck.

“What exactly are you trying to do?” you smiled softly at him in the mirror.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he kissed your neck more.

You can’t do this. Not yet.

You tugged at his arms around you, turning to face him. “Don’t... don’t be mad at me,” you sighed. He smiled softly at you, “I would never be mad at you for telling me no when you aren’t ready.” He cupped your cheek, you closed your eyes enjoying his touch. “I... I’m so exhausted. You make me feel so safe... I think this is the first time I have relaxed in years,” you kissed his palm. “Let’s get you to bed then,” he grabbed your hand and led you to your bed. You both crawled into your beds. You rolled over to look at him from the other side. He was smiling at you.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he spoke softly leaning for the lamp.

“Goodnight, Quinn,” you yawned.

~~~

END PART 1

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Crushing Plans: Peter Parker x Reader

Part Five

Description: 4.2k wc, Crushing Plans part 5, y/n has a crush on her bestfriend Peter but he’s interested in their friend MJ. Meanwhile Peter and Y/n have to decide if they want the responsibility that comes with their powers (while also trying to keep these powers a secret). To make matters worse, y/n’s powers are impacted by her emotions; including jealousy. How will their class trip to Europe go with all of this going on?

Warnings (for series as a whole): Mention of injuries, villains, far from home spoilers?, evil, witches, magic, powers/abilities, jealousy, hurt-comfort, I think that’s it!

Click Here For Previous Parts and Series Masterlist (5 parts plus the story continues in Bewitched Love (No Way Home wip w/ the same characters as a story continuation)

When they arrived, Mysterio’s display was already in effect; Happy was very surprised it wasn’t real.

Peter glanced y/n’s way once more, nodding at her before slipping his mask on as he exited the plane.

Y/n could hear Peter’s voice through the earpiece in Happy’s ear, but not enough to know what he said.

She watched as he swung closer to the projection.

Happy seemed to be promising Peter he was doing -or perhaps would be doing- whatever it was Peter had said.

Y/n beamed as she watched Peter already making headway in his fight.

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“You’ve come to your senses” Agatha grinned wickedly.

Y/n focused her thoughts on Peter liking MJ, allowing Agatha to only see her emotional pain and assume it was the reason she was now complying.

“I’m still worried” y/n stated, suppressing a grin at how convincing her tone was.

“Of course you are sweet child, how can I help?” Agatha said, unrealistically sweetly.

Yn glanced around the park to get her bearings but let Agatha believe it was over fear of others learning her secret.

The fact she was donning a mask worked in her favor to convince Agatha.

Her mask should be appearing to Agatha as a bland, white, scrappily made disguise; thanks to an easy image modification spell Y/n had cast on it.

But, in reality, it was a radiant azure blue; Peter managed to adjust the hue on the Stark product generator enough to match her cosmic glow coloring exactly.

Her clothes should be seen by Agatha as the same set y/n wore when they last saw each other; Yn not wasting energy or time constructing some new fake outfit just for a distraction.

Much like her actual mask, her actual outfit was azure, fit to her in a way that allowed her to move, and had discrete padding on her knees should she collapse again.

Her clothing included a contrasting dark black cloak-like item, one merging the designs of other witches; Agatha and Wanda included.

Except, the bottom inner workings of hers, the side presently resting against the back of her legs, was a shiny silver lining, embossed with swirling stitching.

“If I… if I let you have my powers, how do I know I’ll survive?” Y/n asked, hiding her thoughts as she began calling upon her energy.

“Oh hun, you have my word” Agatha said.

Not wanting to give in uncharacteristically fast, y/n hesitated.

“I did tell you the truth about your origin didn’t I? Why would I admit that but lie now?” Agatha argued with a soft voice.

Y/n knew the reason but kept the thought from her mind.

“Okay…” y/n slowly agreed.

Agatha smiled but Yn saw the evil glint in her dark irises.

As she felt Agatha’s cosmic presence reach hers, y/n whispered “pari mensura” before having her mind wander back to her unrequited crush on Peter.

She bit her lip as she kept her lips from moving and exposing her nearly inaudible spell repetition.

The pain also helped subconsciously remind her that there was a purpose behind the torture of her own mind she was doing by focusing on her doomed situation with Peter.

pari mensura

....

pari mensura

Y/n echoed, encouraging and directing her energy heading towards Agatha to match the force Agatha was using.

Agatha fell for the sensation, believing that she was truly pulling the energy from y/n; rather than y/n sending it to her.

It wasn’t an easy task, keeping her confidence up despite replaying Peter and MJ’s flirtations.

Let alone simultaneously hiding these underlying thoughts, her mind having to both actively think and not think at the same time.

She still couldn’t explain it, but she could feel the thoughts almost filed into different places in her brain.

She’d never compartmentalized her thoughts this way before, much less in so many different subjects at the same time for such a long period of time.

She had to pretend she was thinking about MJ and Peter but not truly think about it.

She had to hide her thoughts about her actions and newly found confidence.

She had to pretend she was thinking about how it felt to have her powers pulled from her while being sure to not truly believe the illusion herself.

It was a lot, and her underlying concerns over how things were going on Peter’s end didn’t help.

She wanted to quickly look over to see how it was coming, but she knew she couldn’t risk the brief lapse in concentration.

Especially as she already felt the ache in her head returning at her attempts.

While Agatha wasn’t truly absorbing y/N’s energy, y/n had knowingly gone into the battle on a nearly empty basis.

Technically speaking, witches had an almost infinite supply of cosmic energy at their disposal.

However, it took much more energy to produce it without thinking about it.

And even more to actively focus on something else while using it.

It didn’t help that it took practice to get to the point of being able to utilize the endless access to energy waves; practice y/n didn’t have.

She felt her eyes droop as Agatha increased her strength, somehow having noticed something was off.

Irritated, y/n wanted to scream, having been nearly ready to strike Agatha prior to this sudden detection from Agatha’s end.

Her illusion was faltering and she would soon lose her chance to strike if she didn’t quickly adjust.

Y/n attempted to once again match her force by sending her own equally balanced force back, “pari mensura”.

She hadn’t realized that she forgot to keep her voice low when reciting the spell until she saw the fury in Agatha’s eyes.

It was too late to put her defenses up by the time she saw it, but fortunately, Peter had detected it.

His spider senses had tingled in an attempt to alert him to an issue around him.

He instantly scanned the area in search of y/n, his webs shooting across the street and toward the park in mere seconds upon seeing y/n’s genuine struggle.

The signs of Agatha’s realization of the illusion soon followed his release of web fluid.

Peter squinted as he waited for the seemingly long time it took for his webs to reach Agatha.

To anyone else, it was merely a matter of 2 seconds; feeling longer to Peter due to the scene being slowed down by his ‘spidey senses’,

As the webs wrapped around Agatha’s wrist, y/N’s panicked eyes turned his way.

Peter tugged on the web attached to his subject, trying to knock Agatha off kilter enough for y/n to compose herself.

Y/n forced her legs to hold her tired body steady as she pushed back against Agatha, starting to increase her force.

She wasn’t sure how much more she could do though.

Agatha’s detection was earlier than y/n had anticipated, or perhaps y/n hesitated too long to strike.

Either way, it wasn’t going to plan and her confidence was weaning as a result.

Peter having to step in and help her despite his own battle going on fueled her embarrassment and disappointment in herself.

She knew she had to change her thought patterns if she wanted to have a chance at overpowering Agatha; she had to regain her confidence somehow.

Once her legs felt semi-steady beneath her, y/n glanced over at Peter in hopes of an encouraging smile or nod to drive her confidence back up.

However, her eyes were instead met with a burst of energy shooting across the scene and throwing Peter backward into the brick siding of the bridge.

Y/n felt a sudden force deep in her bones, it had a slightly familiar feeling to it but was otherwise an unknown sensation.

The sheer volume of cosmic current flowing through her body lifted y/n into the air.

Y/N’s spell that’d previously been masking her new ‘hero’ suit dissolved before Agatha’s eyes.

Without any hesitation, y/n let the new, stronger, faster, thicker, flow of energy do as it wished.

The only thing her mind focused on was having witnessed Agatha hurt Peter.

Y/N’s eyes fell closed as the current tore through her and shot across the park to Agatha.

Agatha howled loudly as her skin flashed blue, y/N’s energy hiting deep.

Yn pried her eyes open enough to check on Peter, giving him a grateful nod before turning back to Agatha.

She could tell if she kept going at full force, it would be the end of Agatha.

And as much as she wanted to tear her apart for harming Peter, it wasn’t in her to kill someone.

Y/n was pleasantly surprised when her energy ebbed at her unspoken limitation.

She might not plan on ending Agatha’s life, but she was going to make sure Agatha was no longer a threat.

Y/n didn’t want, nor did she think she needed, Agatha’s energy.

Even if she relished the feeling of such a strong force inside herself, she didn’t want any possibly tainted cosmic energy in her.

So, she began contemplating spells that would keep her enemy alive but deplete her power.

“Vivit et impotens” y/n stated, frowning when nothing happened.

She took a deep breath, reminding herself she could do this.

Staring at Agatha, hands stretched out to her, “vivit et impotens”.

Once again, nothing.

She racked her brain for more traditional ways to say her goal.

Chest held high, she loudly declared, “reducendus au homini”.

Y/N’s fingers stiffened as a dark aura flowed between Agatha and y/N’s hand.

She gritted her jaw as she focused on directing her own energy to shield herself from any damage and form an orb in her outstretched palm.

Within three minutes, y/n stood on the ground, holding a black and purple ball of cosmic forces in her palm.

Agatha lay on the grass, visibly defeated and weeping in sorrow over her loss; but, she was alive.

Pleased in completing her task so quickly, she gazed at the ball as she contemplated how to destroy it.

Y/n felt a sweltering heat radiating from the orb and saw the very tips of her fingernails starting to darken from the insidious and dark power Agatha’d absorbed in her attempt at managing the darkhold.

Without needing to search for the words, her mind began chanting a spell she wasn’t familiar with.

In its attempt to guard y/n and her untainted energy, her mind screamed “eliminate ab existentia”.

After five repetitions of the phrase, y/n saw her fingertips return to normal as a burst of blue energy erupted, blinding her momentarily.

Y/n rubbed her eyes and smiled proudly to herself.

However, her focus quickly shifted to finding Peter.

As she whipped her head around, her eyes landed on Peter.

He let out a visible sigh of relief and slightly slowed his approach to ease the pain in his leg.

Despite his attempts to mask his pain, y/n noticed his limp and rushed over.

Peter smiled as he hugged her, pulling her to his chest as soon as she was close enough.

“You’re hurt” she whispered, stepping back after a few moments.

“I’m okay, it’s over” he huffed, eyes checking her face for any cuts.

“Can I… May I…?” Y/n mumbled hesitatingly.

“Y/n, you don’t have to be nervous around me” Peter grinned, “what are you trying to ask?”

Y/n bit her lip, looking up at him sweetly, making his legs feel weak.

“I’d like to try a spell to help your leg” she stated.

“Is this okay?” She asked, stepping back more.

Peter nodded without hesitation, completely trusting her.

She smiled, squatting and delicately placing her right hand on his kneecap.

Her left hand shyly rested against his hip, intimidated by the intimate location.

Closing her eyes, she focused on keeping her energy warm enough to relax his muscles but not too hot to hurt him.

“Okay… lenire et confirma crus” y/n whispered, letting her energy flow from her hands into his upper leg.

Peter let out an audible release of air and Y/n felt the tension leave his leg muscles.

Yn removed her hands from his body and stood back up, smiling softly, “any better?”

Peter grinned widely and nodded, his cheeks red, “very. Thank you”.

She nodded timidly, her smile widening.

“And you? You’re not hurt?” Peter pondered, his slightly bloodstained hands cupping her face as he analyzed her skin closely.

Y/n swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the warmth of his breath hitting her face and the close proximity of his lips to hers.

“Y/n?” Peter asked, stroking her cheek just below her eyemask when he found a faint blemish.

“I’m good,” she nodded, gazing into his painfully pretty, umber eyes.

Peter blushed as he noticed how close he was upon feeling himself relax after her assure she was unharmed.

“Thank you for your help back there” y/n said, waving to the park she left minutes before.

“It wasn’t a big deal” he smiled

“Yes it was, you got hurt, because of me” she shook her head as guilt flooded her voice.

“Y/n, I swear, I didn’t mind helping” he promised, voice thick with sincerity, “I wanted to make sure you were safe”.

“Because if you I was. You helped me more than you’ll know” she hummed.

Peter watched inquisitively as y/n’s eyes began to scan his mask, left to right and top to bottom.

“The blood… your hands. You said-“ she whispered, her voice tense.

“It’s not mine” he rushed out in assurance before repeating the words remorsefully as he felt their weight.

Y/n gave him an apologetic glance, “okay. We can talk about that if you want, when you’re ready”.

Peter nodded, “thank you. I could use that”.

She gave him a timid smile, but Peter noticed she kept scanning his face.

Peter looked around before pulling his mask up and off of his head, “I’m okay y/n”.

He felt his breath hitch as she furrowed her eyebrows, the tip of her middle finger slowly sending a calming warmth to seep in through his skin as her fingertip traced a minor scratch he had obtained in his fight.

Much to Peter’s disappointment, she soon leaned back, hand lowering to her side after the scratch disappeared.

Peter lifted his hand up to feel his skin where she’d touched it, a dorky smile on his face.

“Y/n,” Peter began, his need to confess his feelings shaking violently in his chest.

Y/n sensed something hanging in the air and sucked in a deep breath.

She noticed the gentle glow of his eyes and how he seemed to be radiating nervous but excited energy.

“Peter?” She asked, trying not to get her hopes up as to what he was going to say.

There was something in his gaze that made her melt, desperately hoping she was correct in seeing the love behind it.

Peter’s cheeks were nearly as red as his suit as he gave her a lopsided smile, mentally cursing himself for not pulling it together.

His hesitation made her look around, her heart plummeting to her stomach as she locked eyes with MJ several feet behind her.

MJ hadn’t noticed them, but it was clear Peter noticed her; his lovey-dovey trance now making sense to y/n.

“Oh, “ y/n breathed, taking her time as she turned back around to face Peter, “right. Umm, you can go”.

Peter’s lips parted as he stared at her with a blank expression.

Y/n rolled the rushing energy in her, picturing the blue life source loop over itself and flow in the other direction; moving along the lines of an imaginary infinity sign.

It was a technique she’d learned years ago to stay calm.

She hadn’t been in such a soul crushing situation where she needed it in a long time.

But her -albeit brief- moment of hope over her seemingly unrequited feelings actually being requited after all drove a stake into her soul as reality emerged.

Peter rubbed his neck, his eyes never leaving her face as he tried to understand why she suddenly appeared shut down, “y-y/n..”

She shook her head, wanting out of the situation rather than letting it drag on longer.

“Look, Peter… it’s okay, really” y/n said, causing Peter even more confusion.

Before he could even think of a response, she continued, “just..”.

Y/n let the calming resonance of the energy flowing in her remind her of her accomplishments today.

She may still have been in a hopelessly doomed position with her crush, but at least she could rely on him; and herself.

Allowing her confidence to drive her towards one final courageous act, y/n closed the distance between them.

Y/n way too quickly pressed her lips against his cheek and pulled away, “thank you again for helping”.

Peter’s teeth shined as he grinned like an idiot, his face felt so hot he swore he was going to catch on fire soon.

However, as y/n walked away from him, his lips instantly fell into a pout.

Without thinking, he reached for her hand, halting her departure, “where are you going? Why are you leaving?”

She couldn’t turn back to look at him, instead squeezing his hand kindly, “she’s waiting for you, go on”.

Peter tightened his grip and tugged on her hand, pleading her to turn around and explain, “who?”

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to tear his hand off and run until she couldn’t feel his presence near her.

Not that her currently exhausted body would even let her if she asked.

“Y/n” Peter whined, lost and upset over her sudden change in demeanor, “talk to me”.

“MJ” y/n whispered, making a resounding rush of guilt surface in Peter.

He’d forgotten y/n had known a tiny bit about his plans to act on his feelings for MJ.

Her voice sounded sad and distant to him.

Had he not noticed she was seemingly harboring feelings for him too?

How long had they been there?

His mind played back the last week, his guilt only growing as he found all the signs he’d missed.

“Pe-“ y/n began, finally facing him.

“No, please, “ Peter hushed her, his sorrowful eyes trying to lock with her irises but her downwards crooked neck prevented it.

Y/n remained silent but removed her hand from his, fingers trailing slowly across his palm, driving him insane.

“I need to tell you something…” Peter whispered.

She nodded, gaze still focused on her boots.

He swallowed, “I uhh… I clearly should’ve told you this before… or umm… well yeah…”.

Laughing softly at his own nervousness, “I like you. Like, really like you…. Not just as a friend.. I like-“.

Y/n gritted her teeth, “don’t. Peter. Please don’t”.

“W-what?” He inquired.

“I can’t do it Peter. I don’t want to hear it” her voice was stiff but he could hear the way her pitch wavered between words, “I’ve wanted to hear you say it, but not like this”.

Peter sighed, taking in the scene around them.

He knew it was far from romantic and certainly less than she deserved, but he hadn’t wanted to keep it in any longer.

If he’d learned anything this trip it was that life was unpredictable, terrifying, and short.

He didn’t want to waste any more of his hiding from his feelings.

The feelings he felt for her were far more intense than any he’d ever had towards MJ and he needed her to know how he felt about her; romantic scenery or not.

“You’re right, I should’ve -“ Peter apologized, bashfully rubbing the spandex covering his arms.

“I don’t want you to say it like this. Don’t tell me you like me when I know you like MJ, I can’t handle that” she whimpered, “certainly not right now”.

“Y/n, I don’t want MJ” he swore, his fingers twitching to touch her and pull her in for an embrace.

Y/N’s newly born confidence spoke up, “I don’t want to be someones backup or second choice. I’d rather just not be chosen”.

Peter felt a tinge of pride in her standing up for herself despite his heartache and guilt over her feeling this way.

“Y/n,” he hummed, “It was always you."

Y/N’s eyes snapped to his, anger flashing through her y/e/c eyes, “don’t pity me Peter. I can take you liking MJ. But I can’t take you toying with me. I know about your crush on MJ, you know I know about it. I told you I knew before we even left New York”.

Peter nodded, his eyes not leaving hers despite the hurt in them making him feel like he was the biggest villain they’d encountered on this trip.

“I did like MJ” he nodded, being sure to not leave much time between the conclusion of that sentence and the start of the next.

“But, I don’t anymore. Even when I did,” Peter shook his head softly, “it wasn’t the same”.

“I… I don’t follow” y/n admitted, eyes no longer displaying hurt or anger but rather confusion.

Confusion Peter could fix!

He had no problem taking however long it took to explain to her why the way he felt about her was different and far better than what he used to feel for MJ.

He would willingly go on and on about it until she understood.

“When I picture myself happy... It's with you” Peter told her, “I’ve not had that with anyone else”.

Y/n unintentionally caused a tiny whistle as she sucked air in through her barely parted lips, “…n-…not MJ?”

Peter held her gaze as he shook his head definitively, “no, never for MJ”.

She nodded slowly, still uncertain.

“I should’ve realized it that day, when you joined our school. I could sense something was different, not just about you…” he mumbled shyly, “but towards you. Sure I knew I found you attractive, but that was given”.

Y/n giggled softly as her lips curled up at the edges.

Peter blushed upon hearing his own confession repeat in his head, yet he continued for her sake, “I was too scared to approach you, and the feelings I had seemed too unusual.. I… couldn’t trust my senses at the time so I dismissed it and told myself I still had a crush on MJ”.

Y/n’s eyes scanned his face for signs of deception as she listened closely.

He sighed at his own behaviors, “to be fair, I still did. Or so I thought. Because, if this” he signaled between their bodies, “is what having a crush on someone truly feels like, I never actually had a crush on her then”.

Y/n felt a tear roll down her cheek as she took in his words.

Peter tenderly wiped her tear from her face, “y/n… I get it if I’ve missed my chance. But…There is something between us and… it is the most magical thing I have ever felt."

Y/n paused, her eyes distant as she visibly contemplated something, “ yeah, well.... you know… maybe I accidentally-“.

Peter chuckled, tilting her head towards him, his fingertips encouraging her to move face closer to his, “No y/n. I don’t mean actual magic”.

“Are you su-“ y/n worried.

“Yes, I know what your magic feels like, and as … strong and comforting as it is, this is different; better” he promised.

“So… now what?” Y/n asked, “what all does this mean?”

“Well, it’s a two part-plan. First, I'm gonna find an excuse to kiss you. The second step is asking you to be mine” Peter admitted, cheeks crimson.

“You don’t need an excuse to kiss me…” she whispered shyly.

Peter chuckled quietly, “no? Cause…You do have something in your hair, umm... Do you want me to get it out?"

Y/n wasn’t sure if there actually was something in her hair or if this was his attempt at finding an excuse like he planned to do, but she couldn’t care less.

She shook her head, her fingers grabbing the collar of his suit and pulling him closer until their lips met.

They smiled against each others lips before parting.

"Your lips are really warm." Peter blurted.

“Oh..sorry?” Y/n asked, her fingers feeling her bottom lip.

“No I liked it” he admitted, the words rushing out awkwardly.

She giggled and nodded, looking at her boots, “good….Me too, Uhh. err- the kiss, I mean”.

Peter grabbed her hand, “Wanna, like- I mean, I know the whole class is all going but ….for the flight home… maybe… We could sit together?“

Y/n nodded rapidly, gazing up at a smiling and blushing Peter.

So, her crush wasn’t doomed after all.

The trip hadn’t gone the way either of them planned.

But it was far better than they could've envisioned.

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mikeluciraphgabe · 5 months

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(This is for my ‘just holdin on’ fic)

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donald4spiderman · 2 years

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SAY IT ON THE COUNT OF THREE

peter isn’t sure if you have a crush on him and it’s driving him insane. cue a whole lot of advice seeking, elaborate plans, and confusing romance.

mcu!peter x avenger!fem!reader

tw: mutual pining, kissing, sexual innuendos, crack because the rest of the avengers are there so obviously everyone is crazy, also this is not proofread sorry not sorry

a/n: if anyone could word count this for me pls comment it below. i am curious to know . i wrote this on the mobile app so i can’t do it. PLEASE REBLOG

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TWO YEARS AGO, WHEN TONY STARK RECRUITED YOU TO JOIN THE AVENGERS, Peter assumed not much in his life would change. He and the rest of the avengers were looking forward to having a new super-hero friend to fight evil alongside, but that’s about it. He was familiar with your success as the (somewhat controversial) vigilante named Slayer—with enhanced fighting abilities, super strength, and physical resistance to weapons. But nothing, and Peter means nothing, could’ve prepared him for meeting you person-to-person.

He remembers his first interaction with you with perfect clarity, mostly because of how utterly embarrassing it was for him. Peter has attempted to forget every detail about his horrible first impression, but it remains burned into the forefront of his mind.

The Avengers awaited your arrival impatiently, crowded near the main elevator. Tony alerted everyone that the you were headed up to meet everyone. Peter was really excited, but decided to linger behind Natasha and Wanda. He heard the ding of the elevator and the doors sliding open, but couldn’t see you over Thor and Steve as you entered the compound.

“Everyone,” Mr. Stark announced, “This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a.k.a Slayer.”

“Hey, guys.” you greeted. “It’s so amazing to meet all of you in person. I’m so excited to be joining The Avengers.”

Steve and Bucky were the first to welcome you. Peter could only imagine the flashy smirks and dazzling charm they were entertaining you with.

“Steve Rodgers, Captain America.”

“Bucks Barnes, Winter Soldier.”

You shook both of their hands firmly, sizing them up. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Next was Sam, who was much more friendly, offering you a hug, which you reluctantly accepted. Thor was kind and courteous, shaking your hands as well. Then, Natasha and Wanda approached you, and your smile widened, relieved to be in the company of the female avengers. Both the girls gave you hugs and compliments on your outfit.

“This is so crazy!” you gushed to the girls, “I’m so excited to be working with you two!”

“We’re beyond excited,” Wanda smiled. “We’ve always complained that there’s way too many guys living here.”

“Hey!” Bucky protested. You all laughed.

Finally, it was Peter’s turn to say hi. He was already nervous at the mere though of having to introduce himself to someone. But now that the rest of the team cleared to the side, he could see your face clearly, and suddenly, his brain stopped functioning.

Your eyes dazzled beneath the dim light of the compound, lips curled into a welcoming grin. Your hair was stunning, yet effortless. The few photos he’s seen if you in actions in the tabloids didn’t do you justice. Everything about you appeared confident, assertive, and experienced, despite you being around Peter’s age—it made him feel even more inadequate in comparison. Your strong frame was only highlighted by your classic, metallic blue suit. He couldn’t tear eyes away from you.

“Hi. I’m (Y/N),” you stuck your hand out in front of Peter, who was frozen in place, “it’s so cool to meet the real Spider-Man. I’ve always been a big fan.”

“Y-yeah,” Peter agreed in a panic, “me too!”

He heard faint chuckles (most likely from Bucky and Sam) from behind him. You giggled too, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “You’re a big fan of yourself?”

His jaw dropped. “H-huh? W-what? No?! I just meant-I’m not-“

You interrupted his sputtering, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. “Relax, I’m just giving you a hard time, Spider-Man.”

“Peter,” he mumbled quietly, completely humiliated and somewhat defeated, “it’s Peter Parker.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Peter Parker,” you smirked, dragging your hand down his arm until it rested at your side.

“Alright!” Mr. Stark interrupted the awkward interaction, clapping his hands together. “Thank god whatever that was is finally over. Let me show you to your suite, (Y/N).”

You nodded towards Tony, turning back to smirk at Peter, “See you later.”

“S-see you, uhm, later,” he stammered, watching you walk away until you disappeared around the corner.

He could feel everyone else’s eyes on him, stifling their laughter until you were far enough away not to hear.

“What was that?!” Steve howled, cackling so hard he was gasping for air. “Have you never talked to a woman before?”

“Shut up,” Peter muttered under his breath.

“Zip it, boys,” Wanda ordered, rolling her eyes at them as they laughed, “she seemed to like him.”

“Yeah,” Natasha agreed, “I think (Y/N) was flirting with him.”

Peter’s face perked up at Natasha’s observation. We’re you really flirting with him? Is that how people flirt?

“No way,” Sam declared, “have y’all seen her? No offense, Parker, but she’s a total bombshell.”

“Like you know anything about women,” Wanda snarled, focused on comforting Peter.

He groaned dejectedly, face falling into his palms, “I really don’t know what happened! I just...shut down? I’m awkward, but i’ve never been that awkward! Oh god...”

“Trust me,” Natasha consoled, “I’ve had interactions with men a thousand times worse than that. She won’t hold it against you. Plus, she seems into the whole dorky thing you got going on. You’ll be fine.”

Peter recalls his horrible first impression daily, but Natasha and Wanda ended up being right. After your first month being on the team and living at the compound, you seemed to forget about Peter’s mishap. In fact, you approached him constantly, asking him to play games or hang out with you. Thanks to your efforts, Peter grew more comfortable around you, and the two of you became best friends.

Being best friends with you doesn’t change the fact that he’s still incredibly entranced by both your beauty and personality to the point where he makes a total fool out of himself. It doesn’t help that you have a spunky attitude, often flirting with him to make him flustered. In the two years he’s known you, Peter hasn’t been figured out if you’re into him, or just messing with him.

It’s Saturday, which means it’s “(Y/N) and Peter’s Movie Night” as you so affectionately call it. Every Saturday night, you and Peter cuddled up on the couch in one of the many living rooms with popcorn, a dozen blankets, and tissues (hey, you liked to watch some depressing movies). It’s a nice and simple break from all the training and fighting the two of you do as Avengers. Plus, it’s uninterrupted one-on-one time for Peter to spend with you.

“Alrighty,” you exclaim, jumping to sit on the couch cushion adjacent to him, “what shall we watch?”

“It’s up to you,” Peter states. “It’s not like you really give me a choice.” The last part of his sentence was mumbled beneath his breath, but you still heard it, gasping with feigned irritation.

“I see how it is,” you glare, punching him playfully in the shoulder. “Fine. Since you have so many complaints, you can actually chose the movie this time.”

“Yes!” he triumphs, snatching the remote from you, unashamedly delighted, “we are watching Mean Girls!”

“Really? Not that I’m opposed to that choice, it’s just, I did not expect you to chose that movie.”

“Why? It’s a timeless classic. Name one other movie that has quotes so prevalent decades after its release.”

You pause for a moment. “Damn., I’m coming up empty. Alright, let’s hit it.”

Peter presses play, and as the visuals fade in, you snuggle up against his side, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder. He swings his arm around your torso, pulling you in close. You hum with content.

You’re so happy Peter chose to watch Mean Girls; you’d almost forgotten how insanely funny it is. Every other moment has the both laughing so hard you cry.

“You remind me of Karen,” you say, watching as Peter’s face contorts into an offended expression.

“Excuse me?” he shrieks. “You know I’m an actual genius, right?”

“Oh, don’t be so upset. Karen is totally the funniest.”

“But she’s dumb! I’m not dumb!”

“You sure about that?” you tease.

Peter pouts, “Whatever.”

“C’mon, smarty pants. At least she’s hot, just like you,” you nudge him in his ribs as he blushes.

“Stop it,” he grumbles, “stop teasing me.”

“I’m being serious! You’re a very good-looking dude,” you give him a pointed look, “say it—say that you’re hot.”

“N-no,” Peter stutters, thrown off by your steady stream of compliments, “I-I’m not.”

“I think you are, so say it. If you don’t I’ll beat you up, Peter Parker—swear to god.”

You think he’s hot?

“Fine!” he concedes, knowing that with your powers, you could very well win against him in a fight, “I’m...hot?”

“Say it like you mean it!”

Peter takes a deep breath in before shouting at the top of his lungs, “I’m hot!!!!”

You roll your eyes, tsk-ing him in a disappointed manner as you shake your head. “Wow, Parker. Way to be arrogant. So self centered.”

His face drops, “Oh my god. You are such an ass!”

“Can you blame me?” you ask, batting your lashes at him.

“N-no. Ugh, whatever,” he glances away, nervous under your stare, “let’s just get back to watching the movie.”

This is not an uncommon occurrence: you, flirting incessantly with Peter, who can’t do much besides sputter and blush profusely. It’s one of the factors that makes his friendship with you so confusing—he can never tell if your “platonic” actions teeter towards romantic.

It also doesn’t help that you flirt with him in front of the rest of The Avengers. And while, in theory, receiving compliments from a gorgeous girl should boost his social credit, it has the opposite effect on Peter. Not only is he teased by you, he’s also teased by the rest of his team, especially Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

For example, you have an obsession with complimenting his physique. If Peter ever wears a form fitting shirt—or no shirt at all—you’re quick to shower him with somewhat objectifying comments.

You sit atop the kitchen counter, legs dangling aimlessly as you converse with Sam and Bucky. Peter just finished his morning training, hair still damp from showering. Loosely fitted basketball shorts hang low on his hips, and the only item covering his torso is a towel slung over his shoulder.

“G’morning.” Peter yawns, fetching a mug from the cabinet.

You check him out shamelessly as he stretches his body out to reach the top, “Good morning, indeed,” you leer, smiling smuggly as Peter reveals a scattered rouge on his cheeks. “How was your workout?”

“G-good.” he replies, self conscious and suddenly aware of Sam and Bucky’s presence.

“Did you lift today?”

“Yeah. I did some sparring and technique with Natasha, then went to the gym after.”

You glance down at his biceps, “I can tell. You look extra vascular today.”

Sam snickers next to you, leaning in to Bucky as he observes you ogle Peter. “Vascular?!” he exclaims, “who the hell says vascular?”

“Me, Sam. I do,” you tut, “and it’s true. Working out increasing blood flow to the muscle which promotes size and vascularity.”

“Are we talking about biceps here—or a different kind of muscle, if you know what I mean,” he wiggles his eyebrows, humored by his own joke.

You roll your eyes, “Grow up, idiots. You just wished I complimented you as much as I do Peter.”

“True, true,” Sam admits, “but that doesn’t mean it’s not funny to watch Parker get so wound up when you talk to him.”

“Whatever,” you sigh, “I have training in a few. Bye, Peter. And I’ll see you two idiots in hell.”

The three boys watch you walk away, Sam and Bucky immediately jumping at the opportunity to make fun of Peter once you leave their sights.

“You can relax. You’re girlfriend isn’t here anymore,” Bucky scoffs.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Peter huffs, glaring at him.

“She sure acts like it.”

Sam nods in agreement, “Yeah. When will the two of you just get together so the rest of us don’t have to watch you make a fool of yourself?”

“We’re just really good friends!” he exclaims, utterly frustrated. “Stop trying to make our friendship something that it’s not.”

“So you really don’t have any sort of romantic feelings for (Y/N)?” Bucky interrogates.

Peter ponders for a moment, “N-no. I don’t....right?”

He’s always harbored certain, unique feelings for you since your friendship began to bloom. He could never exactly pinpoint what they were, but Peter knows he’s never had another friendship quite like this; he’s not exactly sure how he’s supposed to feel.

Bucky bursts out laughing, “Oh my god! This is so funny! You totally have a crush on (Y/N)!”

“Shhhhh!” Peter hisses.“Could you be any louder?”

“Yes. Yes, I could,” he remarks, “but back to what you just said: you like (Y/N)—you like Slayer!”

“I don’t know, okay?” Peter’s never been more exasperated in his life, “I guess I always thought that maybe we would be good together, I don’t know? I’ve never been in a relationship before and I don’t know how girls act when they like someone. Can you guys help me?”

“Wait, you want our help?” Sam asks, face resting in a satisfied smile.

“Yes? I just need help figuring this all out. A-and you guys definitely know more about dating and all that stuff than I do. Please?”

“Can we tell Steve, Wanda, and Natasha about this?”

“Fine,” Peter carps, “but don’t tell Mr. Stark. He he gets all weird and fatherly about this kind of stuff and I don’t want him worrying.”

“That won’t be an issue,” Sam smiles, “Tony already knows.”

With Natasha and Wanda on board, the boys essentially had direct intel into your deepest, darkest thoughts about Peter Parker. It was no secret that you were the closest with the girls (and Peter). Unfortunately, according to them, you had never mentioned anything out of the ordinary.

But, the two women were not satisfied by this. So, they crafted a plan to investigate further. It’s in the name of love, and all is fair is love and war, or whatever that stupid saying is.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Natasha and Wanda whispering to each other. They periodically glance over at you, waving their hands in the air as they converse in secrecy.

Eventually, the pair approached you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Wanda says, Natasha following closely behind. “How are you?”

“The same as when you saw me an hour ago. Why?” your lips press into a tight line, unnerved by their suspicious behavior.

She smiles nervously, “We just have a really important question to ask you.”

“Okay...”

“What’s your dream guy?”

“—or girl!” Natasha adds.

“Dream guy or girl or person—whatever,” She corrects. “What would you say are your ideal qualities in a romantic partner.”

You shrug, “I don’t know? Genuine, nice, sort of dorky and shy. I don’t really have a type.”

The two girls exchange a knowing glance with one another. “Alright. So, I’m gonna give you a person who’s totally made up and not real, and you’re gonna tell me your honest opinion about them, ‘kay?”

You’re visibly confused by their abnormal behavior, but continue nonetheless. “This is a weird ass game, but I’ll play.”

“Perfect! Okay, so this person is very sweet, super kind to everyone and always afraid of messing things up. They’re very dorky—they love nerdy movies and hobbies. They’re also physically fit, but they don’t let their appearance inflate their ego. In fact, they can be a little insecure at times. They value loyalty and intelligence, but they struggle with communication.”

Wanda hopes she wasn’t too specific. After all, Peter is your best friend. You know him better than anyone.

“They sound cool, I guess,” you sigh, “I don’t know. I’m not really in the place to date anyone right now.”

Natasha nods, “Can I ask why?”

“I kind of have...a thing...for someone else. And it wouldn’t be fair for me to date anyone until I get over them.

The girls faces perked up, “Can we know—“

“No!” you exclaim, “I will not tell you who. Okay. Bye.” you scramble out of the room, itching to get away from their incessant questioning.

“Bye, (Y/N)....” Wanda sighs, disappointed she didn’t succeed.

“So, none of us have gotten anywhere in our mission to help Peter,” Natasha huffs, stirring her cereal across the table from Steve. “I mean, we’ve tried everything. It’s been three weeks and we can’t crack her. Poor Peter.”

Steve nods his head slowly, “Let me help.”

“You wanna help? Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” he beams. “I like the kid. Plus, I’ve been a little bored recently.”

“You have any good ideas?”

Steve grins, “I do. In fact, I have a plan that just might work.”

“(Y/N)!” Steve greets you in the main living room, “are you free this Saturday?”

“Why?” you question, “you planning on killing me?”

“What? No! Just-ugh-are you free? Yes or No.”

“I think I’m free,” you say, unsure of where the conversation is going.

Steve smiles, “Perfect! You’re going on a date!”

You expression shifts. “No offense, Cap, but I don’t really see you like that and—“

“Not with me!!!” he exclaims, “I’m setting you up on a blind date. His name is Spencer. He’s an FBI agent and he’s in town for a few weeks. He’s super frickin’ smart—one of the smartest people I know. He’s six foot two with curly brown hair. I told him about you and wants to have dinner at the bistro by 5th avenue. Will you go?”

You thought to yourself for a moment, “You know what? Sure. I’ll go. He sounds nice.”

“Perfect.” Steve chuckled mischievously. “I-uh-I mean...perfect! I’ll text to let him know.”

“So,” you whip your head around to find Natasha stalking around the corner, “you’re going on a date?”

“I guess,” you shrug.

“What about the unnamed person you’re still in love with?”

“It’s not going anywhere—I don’t think it ever will. Might as well have fun and put myself out there. Plus, if the date goes bad and he’s horrible, I won’t feel bad about being a hellish nightmare and fighting him. Win-win.”

“Alright,” she smiles, “tell me if you need anything. I have a killer dress I’d think you look absolutely jaw-dropping in.”

“I don’t think I own anything besides a few T-shirts and my suit,” you laugh, “thanks, Nat.”

“The pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).”

Come Saturday evening and you were rushed to get ready. You almost forgot the dinner reservations were at 6 and spent the whole afternoon training instead.

“Nat!” you shout, hurrying to finish brushing your hair, “can I have that dress you were talking about?”

“Sure! What size?”

“What do you mean what size? Don’t you only have one size?”

“Uhhh...no,” she chuckles in embarrassment, “I may have bought the dress in every size available—just in case.”

“I really don’t have time to think about how strange that is. Just get me whatever size you think. I trust your judgement.”

“Sounds good,” she nods. “You’re gonna look so hot!”

A few moments later she bursts into your room, in her arms a silky black dress. You don’t even want to think about how expensive the item is—it looks luxurious.

“Wow, it’s gorgeous.” you say in awe of the garment.

“I know right,” she agrees, “just wait until you put it on.”

You slip into the bathroom to change. A minute later, and you’re emerging from behind the door. “What d’you think?”

You do a slow spin for Nat, her mouth hung is shock. The black, satin dress sits snuggly over your chest and waist, slightly draping away from your hips. The v-neck line accentuates your cleavage tastefully. It’s equal parts sexy and sophisticated.

“I feel dumb,” you groan, arms crossed around your torso. “I feel so exposed in this. I just wanna put on my suit.”

“Oh like that’s any less revealing,” Natasha quips. You chuckle in agreement. “If you don’t wanna wear it you don’t have to. I think you look ridiculously fucking good.”

You study your appearance in the full length mirror. Nat is right. It’s unusual for you to be wearing such a fancy dress, but that doesn’t mean you don’t look absolutely stunning. You smooth the material down, smiling.

“I like it,” you mutter, hiding your giddiness.

“I love it,” she adds, “let’s go show the boys.”

Your smile falters, but you let her drag you into the living room nonetheless. You’re confident enough not to care what anybody thinks. And you doubt your friends will have anything but praise to say.

“What do you guys think?”

Their reactions were similar to Nat’s: faces in total amazement. They’d never seen you in anything other than your suit, workout clothes, and occasionally Peter’s T-shirt.

“You look...wow,” Bucky struggles to find the right words, “why don’t you wear more stuff like this? You look great.”

You roll your eyes, “Well, I can’t exactly fight villains while wearing by this, can I?”

“I’m sure you could,” Sam voices, earring a wave of laughter from the group. “Seriously, though. You’re a very gorgeous woman—through and through.”

“Stop it,” you groan, trying to hardest not to blush under their stares.

The chatter dies down momentarily, but just then, Peter enters, a slice of pepperoni pizza in his hand.

“What’s going on?” he asks, eyes scanning over the crowd until they land on you.

His entire world stops spinning when he takes in your appearance. Peter is enamored by your beauty 24/7, but seeing you so dressed up makes his heart beat a thousand miles a minute. You fiddle with the ring around your middle finger.

“Hey, Parker,” you smile sheepishly.

“H-hey,” he stammers, “why are you all d-dressed up.”

“Oh, um...”

“(Y/N) has a date.,” Wanda announces, causing Peter’s face to fall.

“What?” This is not what he hand in mind when the rest of The Avengers agreed to help him figure out your feelings. “With who?”

“Steve’s friend, Spencer,” you state, “which reminds me, I should get going,” you grab your bag, checking your hair and makeup in the mirror once more before waving to your friends.

“What about movie night?” Peter asks dejectedly.

You frown, “Sorry, Parker. We can reschedule. I’ll see you guys later.”

The elevator doors shut and Peter just loses it. He’s throwing his hands in the air in protest, pizza flying across the room. First of all, you’re going on a date with someone that’s not him. Secondly, you’re skipping out on movie night—the tradition that you started with him. Peter’s heartbroken and pissed all at once.

“What the fuck?!” he shouts. “Steve—what the fuck?” Peter never swears, so it throws everyone off guard. “You know I’m basically in love with (Y/N). You guys were supposed to help me. Not sabotage me!”

“Well,” Natasha chided, “it’s been almost a month and we’ve made no progress. The best way to figure out how she feels about you is to set her up with someone else. If she love with you, she’ll come running back.”

Peter glances up from beneath his lashes, “And if she doesn’t...” The room falls quiet.

“This is-this is a mistake. I need to go after her!” he knew how cliche it sounds: a boy chasing after a girl he’s been pining for after years, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t let you go on that date with whatever his name is. Sean? Steven? Slater? Whatever! “Where is her date.”

“Bistro on fifth,” Sam states. Wanda slaps him on the shoulder. “What? I want them to be together, sue me.”

Peter thanked Sam, rushing out the room and into the elevator in his pajamas without a second though.

“He’s so easy,” Steve smirked. Things were going according to plan.

The rest of the team celebrated their current success, hopeful that the two of you will be together by the end of the night. It’s up to you and fate to ensure that what’s meant to be is meant to be.

Even with his enhanced strength and stamina, the run to the Italian bistro is hard. Peter’s not as in shape as in shape as he thought, but his exhaustion would never be enough to stop him from ruining your date with Spencer.

After what felt like hours of sprinting down New York sidewalks, he arrived outside the restaurant. He could see you being escorted to your table by the hostess. Spencer isn’t here yet—there’s still has time to confess his feelings.

He storms through the doors of the restaurant, starting a few diners and a waitress.

“Sir, you can’t just—“ the poor waitress attempt to stop him are futile. “I’m sorry, this is really important.”

He rushes to the back of the restaurant where you’re seated, casually sipping your water and skimming the menu.

“(Y/N)!” Peter shrieks, shattering the peaceful ambience of the establishment. “I need to talk to you.”

“Peter!” you gasp, completely shocked and somewhat embarrassed that your best friend showed up unannounced. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He babbles unintelligibly, “I-uh-ah-um...I don’t-uhhhhhh....”

“Is there an emergency?”

He shakes his head, “No no no no. No emergency. Everything is fine—great!”

“Okay....so why are you here then?”

“Well,” he sighs, “everything isn’t actually great. Can I talk to you somewhere private?”

“I’m suppose to be on a date, Parker,” you deadpan. “Spencer’s gonna show up any minute now.”

“That’s the problem.”

“What? Spencer?”

“Yes. Not like him specifically, but the fact that you’re on a date,” he murmurs.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Peter figures this is the closest he’ll ever get to the right moment to confess his feelings for you. He can’t back out now.

“I like you,” he furrows his brows, shaking his head, “no—that’s a lie—i’m in love with you, (Y/N). I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you, I just didn’t know. But everyone else helped me realize that I want to be more than your best friend.”

“Peter—“

“And I’m sorry i’m doing this to you while you’re waiting for your date. I know it’s selfish and you’d probably rather date Spencer than me, but I just wanted you to know because I don’t like keeping secrets from people I love. So, I’m in love with you. That’s how I feel. How do you feel...about me?”

Peter waits anxiously, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. His adrenaline lessens, and he realizes how out of place he must look in a Star Wars T-shirt and plaid pajama pants in the middle of an expensive restaurants. You don’t seem to mind that he’s not aligned with the dress code. You tilt your chin up, flashing him a bright smile.

“I love you, too—I’m in love with you, too,” you admit, standing up form your seat at the table, throwing your napkin down in a finite motion. “I’ve been in love with you. I only agreed to go on this stupid date because I was trying to get over you.”

“W-wait,” he sputters, gears in his mind struggling to turn, “you were trying to get over me? Couldn’t you see that I was in love with you? I was like a dog—a puppy! I’m so nervous around you all the time; you’re telling me you didn’t notice?”

“I mean, I knew you got all flustered when I flirted with you, but I just thoughts it was because you were awkward or something. I don’t know. I don’t jump to conclusions.”

“Well, you should’ve,” you glare at him, “but that’s besides the point. I am so freaking happy. Oh my god, I can’t believe this is my life. This is real!” he jumps up and down, attracting the attention of the families and couples at nearby tables.

You smile apologetically at them. “Peter, we should leave so we can talk.”

“Yes! Great idea. I love you!” he rambles, gripping your waist tightly as you guide him out of the restaurant. “Wait, what about Spencer?”

You scoff, stepping outside into the frigid New York air. “Oh? Since when did you care about Spencer?”

“I don’t,” Pete states matter-of-factly, “I just want to hear you say that you’re in love with me and not him.”

“Of course I’m not in love with him; I’ve never even met him before!”

“Say it,” he pouts, “please? You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear it.”

You blush, hoping that the dim street lighting conceals your bashfulness. “I love you, Peter Parker. I’ve always been in love with you.”

“I’m the luckiest guy in the whole world,” he whispers, eyes glassy and heart thumping beneath his chest.

He glances down at your lips, quickly looking back up. You smirk, noticing the way his cheeks flush with color.

“I’m going to kiss you, okay. Can you handle that? Or will you like...shut down or like die or something?” you tease, delicate hand stroking his cheekbone.

“Yes! Please!” he yelps with anticipation, “I will be okay, I promise.”

Using the hand on his face, and the other behind his neck, you yank him towards you will volition, pressing your lips against his. He taste like pizza and diet sprite—a weirdly endearing combination that would surely gross you out if it was anyone else. He stiffens, as to be expected, before melting into you, hand caressing your waist.

You pull away, panting heavily. Peter’s eyes flutter open, and his hand comes up to touch his swollen lips. You giggle and he smiles—you can’t stop smiling either—you’re cheeks hurt so much. You’ve never been happier.

“Should we head back?” you suggest, lacing your fingers with his.

“Yes. I didn’t swing here though, so it’s gonna be a long walk.”

You shrug, “That’s okay. We have a lot of things to talk about.”

Two hours later, you and Peter return to the compound. You ended up walking around the park and getting ice cream, enjoying your time with one another now that you know your feelings are reciprocated. When the elevators open up the living room, you both expect to find the rest of the team relaxing in their respective rooms, but you find them congregated in the couch and table, right where you left them.

“Did we miss a meeting?” you ask, setting your bag down on the counter. Everyone glances down at your intertwined hands with wide eyes. You quickly go to shake off Peter’s hand, but be grips you firmly.

“So,” Steve starts, “how was your date with Spencer?”

“Well,” you grimace, “here’s the thing—“

“We kissed!” Peter blurts out. You slap your hand over his mouth and he grumbles.

“Peter!” you bite. He doesn’t seem to care.

The rest of the team looks ecstatic. They whoop and cheer and clap for you and Peter like an audience at a Broadway play.

“We are so happy for you two!” Sam rejoices, wrapping the two of you into a big hug. “I always knew you would end up together. I am just so smart, it really amazes me every time.”

“Thank you?”

“You’re so welcome,” he says smuggly.

Wanda and Natasha smile so wide their eyes crinkle. “Awwwww,” the coo in unison.

“Wait, why are you guys all celebrating?” you question. “Weren’t you all just trying to set me up with Spencer?”

Steve bites his lip, “Well...”

The realization suddenly dawns on you—they planned this. “You bastards!” you exclaim, “you altered my fate! How dare you!”

“What?!” Steve raises his hands up defensively. “Peter was trying so hard to figure out how to deal with his feelings, and the two of you were going absolutely nowhere. I mean, it was almost painful to watch,” you glare at him, “so, we gave him the push he needed to just come out and say it.”

Peter guffaws, “You guys are evil geniuses. But thank you thank you thank you for tricking me into telling (Y/N) I love her. You’re all the best and I owe you my life.”

“Yeah, thank you, all of you, even the ones of you that are idiots,” you give a pointed look to Sam and Bucky. “I just feel bad for Spencer. The whole point was just to set me up with Peter, so he was set up for failure.”

“Actually,” Tony tuts as he rounds the corner and into the living room, “Spencer doesn’t exist.”

“What?” you gasp.

He nods, “We set you up on a real date with a fake person. (Y/N), his name was Spencer. He’s a genius that works for the FBI who’s six foot two...”

“Oh my god!” your face falls into your hands, “You guys convinced me I was going on a date with Spencer Reid! From Criminal Minds! How did I not realize?”

“I don’t know?” Steve says, “but you fell for it, thank god. Now you and Peter can be madly in love and irritate the rest of us with your PDA.”

“Ew,” you groan, “we aren’t one of those couples.”

Bucky points to the way you and Peter are standing: holding hands with his head settling into the crook of your neck.

Peter blushes, “Sorry! I’m just...really happy, okay? Leave us alone.”

“Fine,” he concedes, “just be quiet when you two do your business, if you know what I mean.”

“B-business? We-uh-huh-I mean—“

“What Peter’s means to say is shut up and be quiet,”you smirk. “But don’t worry, we won’t be too loud.” A chorus of ooohs erupt from your friends.

“Bleh! You two are already gross.” Tony mutters with feigned disgust. “But, for what it’s worth, I’m really glad you’re together now.”

“Yeah,” Peter says, squeezing you into his side. “Me too.”

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cosmolog · 1 year

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Imagine No Way Home ended with this scene.

Side Note: Y/n is a superhero who can teleport and slow down or even freeze time.

This imagine was literally me writing this while listening to this song and thinking, "every time I turn around you disappear" hmm, teleportation powers, she shall have!

Peter sat on a bench in a local park, the same park in which he helped Tony fight an alien from space. He remembers that moment with sadness. That was the start of his space journey, one which led to him blipping along with half the universe.

He remembers entering that afterlife place, seeing all those people freaking out at what had just occured. Until Strange had called up all the heroes and told them of the plan. The plan that led to the end of the war, and the end of Tony's life.

After that, Peter had gone back to being Spider-Man, though it ended in him making a fake friend and the betrayal of said friend.

Then all that led to Peter's identity being revealed to the entire world. Most people hated Peter for 'killing Mysterio', but only the people who truly believed in Spider-Man had the common sense to think, 'He wouldn't do such a thing. He's Spider-Man!'

And after visiting Strange about it, all went to shit. Spider-Men and their villains from different universes started leaking into Peter's universe.

So in order to set things right, Peter told Strange to make everyone forget he existed. Which worked a treat after some lovey dovey stuff.

So now, nobody knew who Peter was. He had tried and failed to tell his friends what happened, he didn't want to ruin their lives all over again.

Anyways. Present day.

As Peter sat, his eyes drifting between all the people around him. Some kids were playing with their dog, their mother keeping a watchful eye on them, a man was reading the New York Times, a woman doing a photoshoot with a guy behind the camera, the clicks of each shot rang through Peter's ears.

Suddenly, he felt another person sit down beside him, on the other end of the bench. "So this is what you're going to do all day" The girl, around Peter's age, spoke, also looking around the place.

Peter glanced at her. "Sorry, uh. Are you talking to me?" He asked, not seeing a phone to her ear.

She smiled, meeting his gaze. "I sure am" She replied.

"What do you mean by saying this is what I've been doing all day?" He asked. "I don't even know who you are"

"Apologies, Mr. Parker. I'm bad at communicating with fellow people. I'm Y/n L/n" She answered.

"How- How do you know me. Strange casted a spell, you're not meant to know me" Peter rushed, beginning to freak out.

"Did I forget to mention I'm not exactly human?" She asked, mentally kicking herself. "I'm sort of a superhero...? I don't know what else to call it. I can teleport and freeze time meaning my body can rip itself apart only to be put back together every time I teleport" She teleported all the way to the edge of the park, where Peter could spot her waving, before teleporting back to where she originally sat.

"Does it hurt?" Peter asked.

"No...Not really" She replied. "I got these....abilities when I touched a blue box. Which was I don't know how many years ago" She replied, crossing one leg over the other. "I was pretty stupid back then"

"We could've used you in the fight against Thanos, your skills would've come in handy" Peter said. "Why didn't you help?"

"Because I didn't even know there was a fight. You were on another planet. Plus, I don't want to be a superhero like you or have responsibilities like Steve Rogers" She said. "I just want my powers to be something I can use if I ever need to get away from danger or get others out of danger"

Peter paused for a moment. "How come Mr.Stark or Nick Fury didn't find you?" He asked.

"Have a good think about that one, Peter. Teleportation is very handy if nobody else can move as fast as you" She chuckled. "Nick Fury did find me once, he tried to make me join the Avengers and I wanted no part in that, even if they offered me all that money. I don't like feeling like people own me. I don't like being used as a human shield" She said.

"Okay, I see where you're coming from but I don't do it for the paycheck, heck, I don't get payed at all now. Being Spider-Man is great, I get to do my part ensuring the safety of everyone in New York and the World. And when I'm me, I get to hang out with my friends and go through normal life things like having a girlfriend. Well, at least I had a girlfriend and a life. But it's just Spider-Man, he's all I can be now. Everyday I wake up, and it's Spider-Man who goes about his day. I feel like Peter Parker stopped existing the moment I put on that suit for the first time" Peter ranted.

Y/n nodded in understanding. "Well...I remember you. So Peter Parker does exist, I'm living evidence of that. And I believe in you, always have always will"

"How do you know me?" Peter asked, titling his head slightly.

She shrugged. "This is gonna sound weird but I've seen you before, first in my dreams, then at school. And the thing is, my memory is so incredibly enhanced thanks to the tesseract, that not even a spell from the former Sorcerer Supreme could tamper with my head. It's very interesting, most of the stuff I know now, I just know because of that blue stone. I know everything there is to know about the universe. I can go anywhere I want. So you could say the stone protected me. Well, some of it, the rest is destroyed"

Peter huffed. "Huh" He muttered.

She suddenly sat up, leaning towards him, a smile on her face. "So, do you wanna catch some bad guys?" She asked.

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Fanfic requests OPEN for Tom Holland Spider-Man movies

My request rules can be found here

Please note : I have not watched any of the Avengers movies (nor do I ever plan to) and I also have not seen No Way Home yet

I'll be especially interested in filling requests that include one or more of the following pairings and headcanons

Pairings (& for platonic and / for romantic) : Peter/MJ, Happy/May, Peter & Ned, Peter & Ned & MJ or Peter/Ned/MJ

Headcanons : AuDHD!Peter, Autistic!MJ, Peter with Tourette's, MJ with motor tics, FTM!Peter, Asexual!Peter, Peter has chronic pain, MJ has GERD

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summer loving (seven) ⎸t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 3.3k

⌙ warnings: fluff, language, talking about nwh. i'm soft. i love them. they're so cute. also, i'm now offering early access to new chapters each week! check out this post to learn how to gain access! <3

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

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it had been a week since your birthday party. the day you broke up with shawn, the day you found out that sam had a thing for you all this time.

the day you and tom had kissed. not only once, but twice.

you knew that you shouldn’t have given into him so easily beings he was never upfront about how he felt about you, how he always acted out of jealousy when sam and shawn were around. you wondered how long he had felt the same way, but it didn’t matter right now.

what mattered the most to you right now was the fact that you were standing in front of his bedroom door at two in the morning, lightly knocking against the wooden door.

you smiled softly when the door opened, a small smile spreading across his lips, too, “hey,”

“hey,” you whispered back, “can i come in?”

he nodded, opening the door the rest of the way to let you into his room. your bare feet padded against the wooden floor, making your way to his bed as you sat down on the edge. he joined you on the plush mattress, letting it dip next to you.

“what’s up?”

“i was wondering if we could talk,” you answered, looking anywhere but right at him, “about… last week.”

he nodded, scratching the back of his head before nodding, “sure, what did you want to talk about?”

“the kiss,” you trailed off, biting down on your bottom lip nervously, “kiss-es i should say.”

“yeah, we should probably talk about it, huh?” he chuckled softly. you nodded next to him, fiddling with your fingers.

“i just want to know what it meant to you,” you finally grew the courage to look into his big, brown eyes, ignoring the fact that his pupils were the size of quarters, “cause it… kinda meant something to me…? i don’t know,”

you rushed the last bit out, but he followed your sentence nonetheless, “it meant something to me, too.”

your eyebrow shot up, “it did?”

he nodded, “yeah, i mean, contrary to popular belief, i don’t go around kissing everyone.”

you both chuckled before you spoke up, “what about alicia?”

he shrugged, “didn’t work out.”

“can i ask why?” you didn’t want to pry, you didn’t want to make him feel like you only came into his room to bombard him with questions. no one likes an interrogation, and the last thing you wanted was to make him upset.

“because she wasn’t you.” he answered truthfully.

your eyes grew slightly wider, your heart pounding against your chest for what felt like the millionth time this week. it happened whenever you thought or talked about the kisses between you and tom. it happened whenever someone mentioned his name, whenever you thought about him.

“look,” he said, turning to face you directly, “i know i’ve had a weird way of showing it in the past, but you’re the one i want to be with. you’re the one i’ve thought about everyday ever since we were kids. i’ve had the biggest crush on you since i realized you meant more to me than just some girl who was like my little sister.”

you watched as he gently grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers as he continued, “i tried to move on, tried to forget about you, but it doesn’t work. every scenario of me growing old has you in the picture, it has you and i living together, happily ever after, as cheesy as it sounds. i tried to move on because i thought you could do better than me, thought that the fact that paparazzi follow me everywhere, with the exception of when ’m here, would be enough for you to not even give me a shot. i got into my own head before even trying, and i regret listening to myself and not telling you how i really felt about you sooner.”

your hand pressed against his cheek, thumb brushing against the soft skin, “i did the same thing.”

he looked at you confused, “you did?”

you nodded, “i’ve had the biggest crush on you ever since i met you. you're the one i picture having a family, and a dog, and a house with whenever i think about my life in the future. you’ve always been the one i wanted to do everything with, no one else.”

“not even shawn?”

you shook your head, “i did the same thing you did with alicia, tried to move on and forget about the way you make my heart feel like it’s going to fly out of my chest. i tried to find that with someone else, but the truth is, i don’t think there’s anyone else.”

he smiled softly, “i know there’s no one else for me,” he moved his hands as it was his turn to cup your cheek, his fingers brushing against the hair behind your ear, “just you.”

you smiled, closing your eyes contently. he pressed his forehead against yours, his minty breath fanning your face.

“i love you,” he mumbled, his voice soft, “i know it’s probably too soon to tell you, and i’m not expecting to hear it back, but i can’t help it. i’m in love with you.”

you felt your chest tighten, it felt like all the breath had been taken from your lungs. you had dreamt of this day for years, every birthday wish was a wish that he’d tell you he felt the same way about you.

and now that you were sitting here, everything sounded too good to be true. it intimidated you that your dreams were coming reality.

you mumbled against his lips, “tom, we can’t…”

he didn’t pull away, but brushed his nose against yours again, “can’t what?”

you bit down on your bottom lip, “do this.”

“why not?”

“what happens if we break up,” you ask, “or something happens, i don’t want to be part of the reason why our summers turn awkward.”

“good thing i don’t plan on breaking your heart,” his voice was quiet, the dim lighting from the lamp slightly illuminating his face, “you don’t plan on breaking mine, do you?”

“no, but-“

“no buts,” he smiled, “please just accept the fact that i love you.”

i mean, how could you argue with that?

you sighed, nodding before wrapping your arms around his neck, “okay.”

“okay,” he smiled.

you nudged your nose against his, forehead still pressed up against the mess of brown curls, “please, just kiss me already.”

as if he’d been waiting forever to hear you say that, he leaned forward and crashed your lips together softly. he kissed you slowly and passionately, your heart beating so hard you were scared it would come through your ribcage. you deepened the kiss when you let his tongue roam into your mouth, a small whimper escaping.

he groaned softly into your mouth when you tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck. he leaned forward as you pulled him with you when you laid back down against the pillows. his hands found their home on your hips, gripping softly.

you wanted to take things slow with him, but it was impossible to go slow when he’s been the only boy you wanted since you were 10 years old. there wasn’t any sense in waiting any longer.

your fingers hooked underneath his shirt, the feeling of his skin on your skin making your breathing hitch slightly. he groaned softly as your fingers danced along his sides, his lips leaving yours as he placed kisses along the column of your throat. you closed your eyes in bluff when he teasingly nibbled on your earlobe, the accented voice soft in your ear.

“did you want me to take it off?” he questioned, your fingers playing with the hem of his t-shirt. you bit down on your bottom lip, nodding softly.

“i wouldn’t complain if you did,” you chuckled. he laughed, too.

“i want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

“i am,” you smiled gently at him, “i wouldn’t be here right now if i wasn’t.”

he smiled, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt. he pulled it over his head, the fabric messing up his hair in an almost perfect , way too good looking way. your eyes left his as they traveled down his body. he had a tan from being outside this summer, his muscles dipping and curving around his arms and abs.

you were in heaven.

“did i lose ‘ya?” he joked, you let out a chuckle as you met his eyes once again.

“no, just enjoying the view.”

“can’t complain about my view either.” he smiled.

“i’m not even naked,”

“so?” he shrugged, “you don’t have to be naked for me to think you’re beautiful.”

why does he always know the right thing to say and when to say it?

you smiled, pulling the hem of the tank top you were wearing over your head. he watched as you shimmed out of the clothing, leaving you in your bra and sweatpants underneath him.

god, you were so pretty. his heart was going a mile a minute, his head spinning. he loved you.

he wanted to make sure you knew, “i love you.”

you smiled, “i know.”

he leaned back down, “as long as you know.”

his lips found yours again as he shifted the two of you so you were straddling his lap. you had your hands hooked around his neck again, his gripping at your hips like they had been. nothing about this felt rushed or too much, everything felt right.

because it was with him.

“tom,” you mumbled, pulling slightly away, his lips ghosted over yours, “can i ask you something?”

“hmm?” he asked, hands playing with the strands of hair, brushing the loose pieces out of your face and tucking them behind you ear as he smiled softly at you. he was so perfect. and he was yours.

“why did it take you so long?” you asked, scanning his eyes as they met yours again.

“because i was scared,” he said, “i was scared that if i told you how i felt earlier you would’ve ran and i would’ve ruined our friendship. so, i did the worst thing and decided to push you away, which was worse than just telling you how i really felt about you.”

“you were scared?” you questioned, fingers tapping lightly against his collarbone.

he nodded, “i was,” his hands ran up and down your sides in a comforting motion, “because you were you and i was me. you had your life together, you knew what you wanted. you deserved the best, and i thought that it wasn’t me. i thought i could never be good enough for you.”

your heart broke a little at his confession, “you were always enough for me, tom.”

“i know, love,” he sighed, “i was just nervous about pulling you into the world i live in. the fans, the cameras, everyone invading your privacy, it’s not something you deserve.”

“but i would do it in a heartbeat,” you said, the next four words finally falling from your lips, “because i love you.”

his head snapped up, a soft smile on his face as you finally said what he’d been telling you. he knew you loved him, knew that you needed a little time to warm up before saying the three words. he wasn’t upset that you hadn’t said it back earlier. he knew you weren’t going anywhere.

“move to london with me.” he hadn’t meant to blurt it out, meant to keep it in as a thought, but it was too late now.

his words took you by surprise. you furrowed your eyebrows, letting out a soft laugh, “what?”

“be with me,” he said, his hands pulling you a tad closer, “forever.”

you shook your head, letting out a soft laugh in disbelief, “tom, i can’t move to london.”

“not now,” he said, “when you’re done school. we could find a nice house, get a puppy, live happily ever after-”

you shook your head, a smile still on your face as he rambled about the future, “tom,”

“-it gives me a reason to move out of the house with the boys, i’d show you all my favorite spots in london. and i’m sure you’d find a great job out there, there’s a lot of companies who would be stupid if they didn’t hire you, it’d be perfect-”

“tom,” you said his name again, his rambling stopped as he looked at you, “i can’t move to london.”

he bit down on his bottom lip, “why not?”

“my mom’s here,” you sighed, “my brother, my dad.”

“the dad who never gives you the time of day?”

he was right, but it still caught you off guard. you sighed, “please, don’t start.”

“i’m not starting,” he said, “i just want to be with you. long distance is going to suck, especially if we’re in different countries.”

he had a point, but you couldn’t drop everything and move to london.

“i know, but think of it this way, you’re in the states a lot, right? you’re always in new york doing things for spider-man, or filming for other movies, and if you’re not in new york, you’re in atlanta or la. i could always get on a flight and meet you wherever you are in the states, we could spend time together that way.”

“and when i’m not filming?” he asked.

you shrugged, “i mean, i could come out when i’m on breaks. it’s not something that we won’t work out.”

you grabbed his hands, pressing them against your cheek as you kissed his palm, “i promise. just, please, work it out with me.”

he nodded, licking his lips before speaking, “okay.”

you smiled sweetly, how could anyone deny your smile, “we’re going to be okay, i promise.”

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you walked through the doors of your apartment, rolling the suitcase behind you. you had just gotten back from your unforgettable summer and now you were back in new york. of course, the day you got back, it decided to rain and storm.

kat had picked you up from the airport, she slipped her jacket off and kicked her shoes off by the front door, “i hate new york weather.”

you let out a soft laugh, “yeah, me too.”

you left the suitcase by the front door as you plopped onto the couch, kicking your shoes off and pulling your legs under you. you sat on the cushion, watching as kat made her way through the kitchen.

“want some coffee?” she asked.

“sure,” you said, looking down as your phone lit up.

mom did you get back to the city okay?

you tried to hide the disappointment at the fact that it wasn’t tom tom texting you. you tapped on the notification, your phone turning to the messages app.

yeah, just got home i’ll call you later, gonna get some rest

you locked your phone as kat came into the living room. you smiled as she handed you the mug, “thanks.”

she hummed back, “how’s the boyfriend?”

you shrugged, “haven’t heard from him. but he also has a longer flight, so.”

she nodded, “very true.”

she could tell that something was wrong, but didn’t push it as she turned the tv on, “wanna watch something?”

“yeah, sure.”

your phone lit up again as another text from your mom came through.

okay, honey talk to you later, glad you made it back safe 💗

you swiped away the message, looking back up as you saw the banner on the streaming app for spider-man: no way home. you held your breath, spotting tom’s face at the quick glance.

“anything specific?”

you were quiet for a minute, “i haven’t seen the new spider-man movie yet.”

kat looked over at you, “wanna watch it?”

you nodded, “yeah.”

she clicked on the movie and it started. you had watched the other spider-man movies a while ago when they had come out, tom always bringing a copy for everyone to watch at the beach house. it was like your own private showing of the new movies when he’d bring them.

but you hadn’t had time to sit down and watch this one, and beings you were left in shock at the ending of the last one, you were immediately immersed. you and kat spent most of the next two hours crying, the film being like a knife to the heart and someone who was twisting it.

the icing on the cake was when andrew garfield’s spider-man caught mj.

“what the fuck, marvel?!” kat yelled, wiping the tears from her eyes as the credits rolled. you were in the same situation as her, using the sleeves of your hoodie to wipe the mascara from under your eyes.

“i’m traumatized,” you let out a laugh, “what the fuck?!”

she sniffled, “may is dead!”

“i know!”

“and… and no one remembers him! not even happy!”

you pressed your palm against your forehead, “i hate them.”

“tell your boyfriend that i hate everyone at marvel,” kat joked, “i’m gonna order chinese food to mend my broken heart. want any?”

your lips twisted in thought as you sniffled, “my usual, please.”

“gotcha.”

you grabbed your phone, unlocking it as you made your way to tom’s contact. you typed out a message, pressing send as you read over it again.

never watching a spider-man movie again kat and i are broken inside. i may need therapy.

you were about to lock your phone when it buzzed again.

sorry, we just got off the plane. fucking pilot is a div. and i’m guessing the two of you watched no way home?

you chuckled, reading the first text in his voice with his accent, making you smile.

unfortunately i need to have a word with kevin feige. my heart is broken. can peter parker please catch a break? please tell me they’re going to fix this.

you listened to kat as she ordered the delivery. you made your way to your bedroom, grabbing a change of clothes from your dresser as you waited for another text from tom. as if right on queue, your phone buzzed and lit up.

i wish i knew, darling i promise you’ll be the first to know if they sign me for a fourth one

you smiled, slipping the t-shirt over your head before tugging the pajama shorts on.

i’m holding you to that how’s london?

the three little dots popped up as he typed, the message popping up on your screen with a ‘woosh’ sound.

it’s alright, i guess would much rather be in new york with you, though

you smiled as you typed back a response.

can’t argue about that tell the boys i said hi

kat knocked on your door. you turned the knob and smiled as you looked at your roommate, “food will be here in 20.”

you nodded, “good, i’m starving.”

she laughed, nodding towards your phone, “is that lover boy?”

you rolled your eyes playfully, “yeah.”

“did you tell him that i’m gonna kick kevin feige’s ass?”

you laughed, “i did, yeah. he supports us.”

she smiled, “i’m glad the two of you are finally together.”

“me too,” you smiled, your phone buzzing next you. you read the text as it sat on the lockscreen of your phone.

they all said hi, paddy says he misses you already i’ll call you when i get back to my flat ♥️

you smiled, texting back a response.

sounds good be careful heading back, i love you

your attention went back to kat as you both talked about your upcoming semester. you were excited that this was going to be your last semester, it meant you were one step closer to your dreams.

one step closer to living with tom.

your phone buzzed again, heart skipping a beat as you read the text.

always. i love you, darling

and for once, everything felt perfect. everything felt like all the pieces of the puzzle finally fit together.

tom was finally yours and you were finally his.

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