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baronisms · 7 minutes ago
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           i hate you. ( from sam fhskdj ) — @multaeversal
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       It took everything in his power not to laugh at the other man’s words. Simply shrugging, the words seem to brush off the nobleman with ease. “ Hate is quite the strong word, Samuel. But I’m afraid you’re not the first nor the last to tell me such a thing. ”
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jackieinthebox · 3 hours ago
jealous | p. parker x gn stark! reader
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summary: a very informal hc about jealous dad tony after reader spends more time with peter 
words: 1.1k (oops)
warnings: none :)
despite tony’s playboy past he was a phenomenal dad, you were his whole world
you had a very tight knit relationship
protective, but not overbearing 
he most definitely homeschooled you 
you took after him, a total prodigy and skipped several grades a year
but he was always kind of concerned about your interaction with kids your age
you really didn’t mind, you were very close to your dad and all of the avengers and that was good enough for you 
until you met peter
tony had you show him around the tower 
you two hit it off so well, becoming close friends immediately
peter was a good kid and tony was ecstatic that you got along so well
maybe too well
your friendship evolved into mutual feelings 
after a while of dancing around your feelings and teetering on friends to lovers peter sucks it up and kisses you, thus your relationship prevails
you don’t tell anyone at first, proceeding as normal around everyone else but in private you’re so lovie it’s sickening 
you felt bad about not telling your dad, because you guys tell each other everything, but peter’s your first boyfriend and you don’t know how he’ll react so you wanted to have a well established relationship beforehand 
as your relationship progresses (say about 3-4 months in) you decide it’s time to tell your dad 
he took it surprisingly well 
he kind of already knew peter liked you because he would get super blushy whenever someone brought your name up or you popped into the lab to say hi or give a new perspective on what they were working on
he was super chill and cool about it at first, he likes and trusts peter and he could tell he made you happy, which is all he wanted for you
since he took it so well and liked peter so much you were under the impression that he didn’t mind you two spending so much time together
and he really didn’t at first, he thought it was just a phase 
but then you were constantly cancelling plans, blowing him off for peter, and asking if it was ok to invite peter to practically every family dinner and movie night and tony got fed up
but he didn’t want to be an annoying, overbearing dad so he sulked in silence while you were off with peter 
as he sees less of you his jealousy towards peter grows, he feels like peter’s stealing you from him 
this leads to tony being very moody around peter, or even when you just offhandedly mention him in conversation 
you were oblivious to the sudden attitude change towards peter because you thought your dad really liked him
but it was driving him crazy, making it so evident to everyone else 
but if anyone asked he immediately shut it down
you weren’t stupid, you could tell something was bothering him but he never verbalized how he felt so you just figured he was stressed or something 
and things go on like this for a little while
but then
after one mission
everyone’s getting off the quinjet and your dad’s bracing himself for your bear hug ™️
only for you to run into peters arms
so when you go around for your round of hugs
he’s just standing there like 🧍‍♂️heart breaking because he feels like peter replaced him in your life :(
and i can see all the avengers being pissed too because you guys had a hugging system and peter just messed the whole thing up >:(
they could see how it was eating at tony but knew he still wouldn’t say anything
so they all collectively decided it was time for an intervention
they spent the rest of the night planning and practicing what to say
i can see bruce, and steve taking it so seriously, writing impact statements and everything
the next morning they cornered you when you were about to get breakfast so you couldn’t escape the inevitably uncomfy convo to come
they drag you into the living room where the rest of the avengers are
and they’re all sitting with their arms and legs crossed looking super stern and solemn
and your just like 👁👄👁 uh guys ?
so bruce starts everyone off
“we know peter’s your first boyfriend and we’re glad you two are happy but you have to spend more time with your dad, i know he won’t downright say it but he misses you and feels like peter replaced him in your life”
and then it clicks for you 
“so that’s why he’s been so moody lately”
and everyone’s like yeah duh
so you go looking for your dad to find him hunched over a little device in the lab looking super mopey 
and your heart just breaks because why didn’t you notice it sooner :(
so you approach him and sit criss cross on the ground next to his chair like you did when you were little 
you look up at him and ask what his plans are for the day
he says “nothing” so you proceed to ask if he wants to do something with you
“but peter’s busy today” he says bitterly at the mention of peter
“i know i just wanted to spend time with you”
he perks up at that so you continue “i know we haven’t spent as much time together lately and i’ve been missing our dad and daughter time”
he plays it cool but internally he’s like YESSSSS
“yeah that’s cool i guess” 
so you guys go out and have a really great day and tony’s acting like himself again and everyone notices
before you head off to bed you give your dad an extra big hug and tell him “i know its just been us for a while and peter in our lives is a big adjustment and we’ve been spending a lot of time together, but he could never replace you, i love you and spending time with you and i never meant to neglect our relationship, i was just excited, i don’t want you to feel like you have to compete for my attention”
and tony’s like :’ )
but he says “its ok i get it and for the record i wasn’t jealous or anything”
and you’re just like yeah ok dad and give him a kiss on the cheek 
he smiles and says “g’night love you kiddo” 
“love you dad” :)
and from then on you’re sure to be mindful to balance your relationship while leaving time for everyone else 
and peter learns to accept that he gets hugged last after a mission because “you got here last it’s only fair!” (because yes the avengers did have a sit down with him to lay down the law about the post mission hugging schedule) 
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funnyincorrectmcu · a day ago
MJ: Peter mumbled “the trees” and when I asked him, “What about them?” he yelled, “WE NEED THEM FOR OXYGEN” and then went back to sleep. Ned: *nodding* We need to get on his level.
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bethanyjade77 · a day ago
Routine - Peter Parker
Masterlist / Requests / Taglist
Warnings: Little bit of violence (knives) and a whole lot of fluff.
Word count: 2.1k
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There you were again, standing at the counter reciting your order to Delmar. Every day, at 7pm, you came in here to order one sandwich. Then you’d hang around for twenty minutes, swiping on your phone while you picked at your food. Peter didn’t intend to remember your routine off by heart, it just happened. He even shifted his routine around, just so he would be here at the same time as you were. Part of him felt creepy, but it wasn’t like he was stalking you or anything. He just didn’t have the confidence to approach you, so instead, he stole sneaky glances while you ate.
There he was again, sitting on the chair by the door. Every day, at 7pm, he sat there and ate his sandwich. Then he would pull out a textbook, skimming it while he sipped on his drink. You didn’t intend to memorise the boy’s routine, it just happened. Now you tried to find ways to stay for a little longer; by eating your sandwich slower, ordering a cookie, anything you could to linger in the presence of a boy that didn’t even notice you. Part of you felt creepy, staring at him longingly from a distance. You just didn’t know how to approach him, so instead, you stole sneaky glances while he ate.
You left at 7:40pm; you stayed for almost twice as long as usual, which surprised Peter. The smell of your perfume hit him like a truck as you strolled past his table, and it left him gazing at your retreating figure like a lovesick puppy. With a sigh, he put his books back in his bag and stood up to leave.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed, kid, just talk to her.” Delmar shrugged, making Peter stop like a deer in the headlights. The stunned boy spun around, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.
“I - erm - She wouldn’t be interested.” He sighed, and his eyebrows sank in disappointment.
The deli owner snorted at his answer and leaned over the counter, “She looks at you the same way, you know.”
Before Peter could respond, his enhanced hearing picked up on a potential emergency outside. He mumbled his goodbyes and ran out the door, racing to the ally where he stashed his suit.
The teenage superhero swung across a few roofs before finding the crime in progress, and his heart thudded against his chest when he saw you, a knife to your throat while you were getting mugged.
The boy wasted no time and dropped down, pushing you behind him protectively.
“Well, this is no way to treat a lady.” He quipped, and roundhouse kicked the man before webbing him up. 
Peter’s heart almost shattered when he turned to see your trembling figure, eyes wide and glassy. Being in the suit gave him confidence that he didn’t usually have, which is why he reached out to place a comforting hand on your arm.
“Hey, you’re safe now.” He assured, but you were still in shock, eyes darting between him and the man. Parted lips and puffy eyes wasn’t how Peter liked to see you, this version of you made his heart drop.
He nervously scratched the back of his head, “Why don’t I swing you home?”
Your eyes snapped up to the superhero, only just processing what just happened. The lump in your throat made you not trust your voice, so you gave him a slow nod instead.
A warm tingle ran down his spine as he wrapped his arm around your waist and you secured yours around his neck. The two of you have never had a conversation or even shared more than a second of eye contact, and here he was holding you to his chest. You whispered your address so softly that you weren’t sure if he heard you, but he did, he always heard you.
“Hold on tight.”
It had been three days since the incident, and you were still pretty shaken up, Peter could tell. You sat at your table, eyes trained on the plate while you pushed your food around. A sigh left his lips. Why couldn’t he just walk over there and talk to you? Why could he only be confident in a blue and red suit? Spiderman and Peter were the same person, so why could only one of them speak to you? He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost missed you leaving, only realising you did when the bell on the door rang. He shot up and ran to the ally once again.
This was a new part of his routine, swinging above you while you walked home to make sure you were safe. Then as soon as you entered your apartment building, he started his patrol.
But that night’s patrol was different, because as he swung over your building there was a miniature figure perched on the edge of the roof. Curiosity got the better of the teenage superhero and diverted his swing to land behind the woman. As soon as he did, he realised the woman was you. He would recognise that hair anywhere.
“Erm, hi,” He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. The sudden voice made you jump, and you spun around with a hand over your heart.
“Oh, its you.” You smiled, anxiously playing with your fingers. “I, erm, I didn’t thank you for the other day. It’s kinda been on my mind, like constantly on my mind. I just walked away after you save me, god who even does that? You must think I’m so rude, I am grateful. Like super grateful… so anyway, erm, thanks?”
You recoiled as the words left your mouth, embarrassing yourself in front of spiderman wasn’t on your to do list. While you internally groaned, Peter’s heart fluttered. Finding out you were as awkward as he was put him at ease, maybe he could talk to you without the suit after all.
He strolled over to you, pointing to the space on your left, “Mind if I sit?”
A genuine smile grew on your lips, and you nodded. That is how the two of you spent the next hour, eyes fixed on the city while you made casual, but awkward conversation.
It had been a month since the first night on the rooftop, and you had a fresh addition to your routine. At 10pm, every night, you waited for spiderman on your apartment’s roof. A strong friendship had formed, and you were crushing hard on the faceless boy whose name was a secret. How you could develop feelings for someone you didn’t really know was a mystery to you, but it just happened. You could walk past him on the street and never know it was the boy you spend hours talking to, which was daunting but also exciting.
Tonight, he was a little late. But you couldn’t complain, he was keeping the city safe after all. When the clock hit 10:30pm you began to worry, but you shrugged the feeling off. He was probably in the middle of kicking ass.
Right on queue, the masked figure flipped to land beside you with a small grunt. You didn’t need to see him to know that he was hurt, and you turned around to him with a concerned frown. The concern quickly turned to full-blown panic, his suit was ripped and covered in blood. His blood.
“Oh my god, what happened?” You asked, hands covering your mouth.
He waved his hand around dismissively, “Bad guys with a knife, I’ll heal… eventually.”
Peter watched as your face twisted in disbelief and you shook your head at him. You jumped up and held your hand out, making his eyebrows furrow under the mask. When he didn’t move, you groaned.
“Either you walk willingly or I’ll drag you, spiderboy.” You raised a brow, and he slowly stood up with a huff.
“It’s spiderman…” He mumbled, but trailed after you anyway.
The two of you snuck down the flights of stairs, trying to avoid your neighbours as you led him through the building. You really didn’t want to explain why you were sneaking spiderman into your apartment while your mother was at work to Mrs Mathews. When you opened the door to your apartment, Peter’s heart pounded against his chest. You gestured for him to come in and rushed over to the cabinet to grab the first aid kit.
“You know, you really don’t nee-”
You cut him off with a stern glare, “Sit.”
He obliged, flopping down onto the chair with a pained groan. Kneeling down, you scanned his stomach and bit the inside of your cheek in concentration.
“Your, erm, gonna have to take the suit off.” He tilted his head, and you peered up at him in panic. “Not the entire suit! Just the top part.”
Spiderman nodded, but Peter was freaking out. He was going to be topless in front of the girl he’s fallen in love with, even the false confidence the mask gave him wouldn’t help in this situation.
Slowly, he peeled the top half of his suit from his body, revealing his injured but defined abs. Your breath hitched in your throat, something that went noticed by the boy. While the suit showed his prominent muscles, you weren’t expecting him to be in such good shape underneath it.
After staring for a second too long, you shook your head and got to work on his wounds. The boy winced and hissed occasionally, making you mutter apologies under your breath. You rested your hand on his torso, and he sucked in a sharp breath. A blush formed on your cheeks at the feeling of his body underneath your hand, and Peter was glad that he had a mask on, because he was blushing just as hard.
“All done. You can, erm, cover up again.” You stuttered out, biting your thumb before rushing off to put the first aid kit away.
A wave of confidence rushed through the teenage boy, and he stood up, slowly taking his mask off as he shuffled towards you. He had been wanting to tell you for a while, but always chickened out at the last moment. What if you didn’t like what was behind the mask? The thought made him go to put it back on, but before he could, you turned around. Your eyes raked over the half naked teenage boy, and a gasp escaped your throat.
“Cute deli shop boy?” You asked, clamping your hand over your mouth when you realised you said that out loud. Hearing you call him cute made his cheeks heat up, and a weak smile played on his lips. He took a step forward, fiddling with his hands while he looked down at the floor.
Your mind was racing. Finding out that the two boys you were crushing on were the same person was unexpected, to say the very least. He was only a few steps away from you now, close enough for you to see the marks on his face. Without thinking, you moved closer and hesitantly brought your hand to his cheek.
“Your face is hurt.” You stated, your eyes running over his handsome features. He stared down at you through his thick lashes and cleared his throat, you being so close to him left him speechless. The mask was always his safety net when it came to you, now he was exposed and he didn’t know what to say.
“Your face is pretty.” He blurted out, and his eyes expanded in embarrassment. You let out a small chuckle, making his body relax again.
A genuine smile took over your features, “Yours is too.”
Both of you internally cringed at your inability to converse normally, but it was just the effect that you had on one another. Neither of you moved nor spoke, choosing to just stare at each other instead. Being this close to him made you notice new things; like the light freckles that dusted over his nose, and the small wrinkles that sat in the corners of his eyes. He placed a trembling hand on your cheek, and his heartbeat quickened when you leaned into his touch.
“May I - can I kiss you?” He asked, voice faltering from nerves. 
Your lips parted in surprise, and he was close to taking it back. But you quickly nodded, a blush forming on your cheeks. With a shy smile, he leaned down and closed the distance between the two of you. The kiss was gentle, an innocence to it that made both your hearts flutter. You both pulled back, and he rested his forehead against yours.
“My names Peter… by the way.”
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hford0311 · 2 days ago
Secret, Secrets (Pt. 2-Finale)
Wakanda wasn't horrible, but it was not the life you wanted to live, especially in hiding. You had no contact with anyone outside of the country. Everyone thought your depression and self-isolation was from all the other events that happened, which it was to an extent. Peter had no idea what happened to you kept you tossing and turning throughout the night and why your eyes were hardly not crying. "Why did I introduce myself," you mumbled to yourself one night. You thought about going the same route as Bucky, going to a state of having your brain re-wired.
Years went horribly at an agonizingly slow pace.
"Itsy, bitsy spider went up the water spout," you cried into your pillow, "down came the rain and washed the spider out." For the life of you, you could not finish that damn nursery rhyme because the sun had yet to come out for your spider. Five years since the snap. Eight years since you've seen Peter. None of it seemed to matter anymore. After coming back to New York, Steve thought your mood would at least brighten a tad, but it never did. "Hey, sweetie," Nat walked into your room. "Go away," you muttered, swiping some of the tears from your cheeks. You heard her sigh and sit next to your lying figure on the bed. "Are you finally going to tell me what's wrong?" She questioned, stroking your hair. "I wished I was snapped away," you sobbed. Nat continued her actions, "I feel the same way. But then I remember your dad, Rhodes-" "And all the other people that matter! I know!" You cut her off with frustration. Her hands stopped in your hair. "Y/n," her voice was threatening soft. You didn't budge.
"Nat! Y/n!" Your father yelled into the room. "Tony's back." You sniffed and sat up. "Tony?" You questioned in disbelief. "Yes." He confirmed and encouraged you out of the room. You had the most energy you've had in eight years. "Tony!" You happily cried as you saw your second dad. Your arms flung around him before he could even respond. "Oh! I missed you!" You sobbed into his shoulder. He said nothing and kissed your forehead. As you released from his grasp, Tony looked you over. "You've grown, haven't you," he slightly joke. You lightly laughed and nodded. Steve had a breath of relief. He hadn't heard a laugh even as close to that in ages. Just Tony being alive and with you distracted you from your heartache. Just for thirty minutes. "I-is P-Peter-" You couldn't even finish the sentence. Tony's looked matched yours as he shook his head. "I'm sorry, kiddo," you nodded and wiped the vicious tears from your eyes. "I-I at least k-know f-for s-s-sure n-now." You sobbed. "I'm sorry," you quickly stated and ran back to your room.
The plan, both fortunately and unfortunately, went as it should. Your black dress gave you all the reality that was ahead of you. "Hey, Y/n," Your father gently spoke at the doorframe of the room. You looked at him with sad eyes. "I know," you said so quietly that Steve could hardly hear you, "he chose to do it. He did it for the good of the world." You finished and stroked a tear away. "That wasn't what I was going to say." Steve responded. You looked at him with a questioning look. "There's someone you might want to see," he added and wrapped his arm around your shoulders and led you to the front of the house, away from where the funeral was going to happen. You saw the soft dark curls and the doe brown eyes. Steve watched your eyes go from exhausted and despondent go to animated and spirited. "It can't be," your voice still soft but encouraged instead of mournful. Then, he looked up and saw you. His face had the same exchange of emotions that yours did. You didn't speak; you just ran. His strong arms caught you. "Hey, Underoos," you sobbed and deeply kissed him. Pepper witnessed the special reunion of the youngest Avengers with Steve. "Just how Tony wanted everyone. Together."
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Pregnant- Peter Parker
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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Characters: Peter Parker
Warnings: N/A
Request: @smilelion5​- Can you do a Peter Parker imagine where he and reader are dating and he finds out she's pregnant and is happy know he finally is gonna be a father, plz?
Word Count: 426
Author: Charlotte
You knocked on the door as your heart jumped up into your throat. This was the most terrifying moment of your life.
“Come in May,” he called out.
You opened the door to Peter’s bedroom, to find him sat at his desk with his laptop open.
“It’s me,” you whispered, struggling to speak out of fear of everything that was happening.
Peter looked over his shoulder and smiled when he saw you. You weren’t meant to be at his apartment, you hadn’t arranged to see him, but he thought that it was a nice surprise to see his girlfriend.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, rising from his seat.
You couldn’t let another word out of your lips as sobs chocked you. Tears streamed down your face and the only noise you could make was choked cries. He had no idea what had caused you to start crying but he rushed to you to wrap his arms around you to try and comfort you.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
It took a while for him to calm you enough to talk with him.
“I’m pregnant,” you croaked.
For some people those words were the best thing that they could say or hear, but for you it terrified you. You had barely turned eighteen, having decided that that night would be perfect to both lose your virginities but here you were, proving to you both that maybe abstinence was for the best.
“What do you mean?” He questioned, rather confused.
“I took a test because I missed my period, and it was positive. I hoped it wasn’t true, but I went to my doctors and I am pregnant. I don’t know what I’m meant to do.”
There wasn’t much that he could say, so he just wrapped you back up in his arms to try and comfort you whilst also trying to wrap his head around the fact that you were carrying his child.
“Do you know what you want to do? Like… do you want to keep it or terminate the pregnancy or adoption?”
You shook your head. “I don’t know, I needed to tell you before I could think clearly about this.”
“It’s going to be okay,” he smiled softly. “I am always going to be here for you, no matter your decision and I will do what I can to help you come to a decision and find what you think is best. I am with you every step of the way.”
“Thank you, Peter,” you whispered. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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bi-bard · 2 days ago
Breathe- Peter Parker Imagine (Spider-Man)
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Title: Breathe
Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader
Requested: Nope
Word Count: 422 words
Warning(s): cussing, negative self-talk (be nice to yourself, please)
Summary: After doing something that felt ridiculous, (Y/n) turns to Peter for comfort and someone to rant to.
Author's Note: This is inspired by something that happened to me and I needed some self-comfort.
I shoved open the door to Peter's place and slammed it shut. May watched me as I threw my bag to the floor and rubbed circles into my eyes.
"Nice to see you too," May mumbled, walking over.
"May," I asked. "May I please swear?"
"If you need to," she replied hesitantly.
"FOR FUCK"S SAKE," I yelled before taking a few deep breaths.
"Oh no," she pulled me into a hug without any more questions.
"What's going on," Peter asked as he walked into the room.
"Don't know yet," May replied. "But... how about you two go talk and I'll bring up some food in a minute."
"Thank you," I muttered before stepping back.
Peter grabbed my bag off the floor before wrapping an arm around me and leading me to his room. I sat with my back against the pillows. Peter sat next to me and placed my bag at the end of the bed. His arms wrapped around me again.
"Now," he said. "Let me know what's going on?"
"It's dumb," I shook my head.
"Not if it's this upsetting."
"I... I was studying for one of my classes and I got through the whole chapter and then found out that I had studied some completely wrong chapters," I said. "So I did extra work and am still behind."
"Oh, sweetheart," Peter kissed my forehead as he saw how upset I really was.
"I just feel so stupid."
"Hey, it's alright, you're alright."
I curled into Peter's side and hid my face from him. He rubbed his hands up and down my back. He occasionally kissed my head and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I looked up when I heard the door open.
"Pizza," May asked, holding the box out as a peace offering. Peter chuckled and nodded, mumbling a thank you to her.
I sat up and thanked her properly. Peter sat up with me, grabbing a slice for both of us.
"I've just... I've had no motivation to keep working," I explained. "Why would I want to when I made such a ridiculous mistake?"
"I could help you," Peter offered.
"We aren't in the same classes," I chuckled.
"I can still help," he leaned over and grabbed my bag. "What class do you need the most help in?"
"Peter, you don't have to-"
He leaned over and pecked my lips, "I want to... okay?"
"Okay," I nodded. "Thank you."
"Of course," Peter kissed me again before pulling out one of my textbooks. "Now, let's get to work."
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hford0311 · 3 days ago
Secret, Secrets
Rogers!Reader x Peter Parker
It started in the deep of the fighting between Tony Stark and your father. Something about that web-slinging teenage boy hooked onto you. You hadn't realized he went to your school until after the airport battle. The voice became easily recognizable and almost memorized. The library was where you fixated on knowing the boy. He was muttering to himself as he was trying to figure out his homework. You walked behind and whispered into his ear, "Hey, Underoos." You smirked and sat in the seat across from him. "Hey! How-" "Shh!" You giggled and held your finger up to your lips. "Don't want to give away our secrets, do we?" You smirked as he quickly shook his head.
"Y/n Rogers," you introduced yourself and stuck your hand out to him. "Peter...Parker," he shyly responded but didn't shake your hand. "Going to leave me hanging, Parker?" You questioned with a slight pout. "Y-you're kinda on the other side," Peter innocently responded. You rolled your eyes and put your hand on the table, "Trust me, my dad and Tony won't let this live out forever. I was basically raised with all of them surrounding me. I'm everyone's child at this point. My dad won't allow a broken family." You explained, "Plus, technically, no one has to know you shook my hand or even know me. I mean if anything, we do go to school together, and we didn't even know it until recently." Peter nodded along with your explanation. "Y-yeah, I-I guess that's true." You raised your hand up to him again. "Our little secret." You smiled brightly and felt his handshake yours. "Our secret," he agreed with a small smile.
The secret meetings grew from there. The pair of you avoided the topic of what Tony and Steve talked about. You focused on each other and schoolwork since each of you realized the classes you had that was the same but at different times. The pair of you just grew closer and closer and not just in a friendship type of way. After a few months of the secret meetings, soft and quick kisses were exchanged. Giggles were shared between the two of you whenever it would happen. Your secret grew by finding remote spots between classes to exchange romantic kisses and statements to one another with schedules.
"Oh, come on, Peter! Just one more," you whispered in the corner under the staircase. "Y/n, we need to get going," Peter would respond before you cut him off with another kiss. "Okay, now we can go," you whispered, and the pair of you walked in different directions to your classes.
After school, the pair of you met in the library for study sessions, at least that's what you two told your guardians. To be fair, there were times where Peter or yourself would help the other in subjects. Just sometimes, it was just the study of the anatomy of the human lips, particularly when they met another pair of lips while being pressed against the back wall of the library.
"Happy five months," you whispered between the kisses to Peter. "Happy five months," he repeated in the same soft tone. Your eyes stared into his brown ones. "I fucking love you, Peter Parker." You said with a hush and pressed your lips to his. His hands pressed up against your back and pulled away from you for a second, "I love you, Y/n Rogers." You beamed. It felt like nothing could stop the two of you.
At the instance of the Siberian Battle happened, everything crumbled around you. Your family was broken. You no longer had a home. You had to go into hiding with your dad. You couldn't even say goodbye to Peter. It all happened so fast. You had nothing. Your life was destroyed and tossed into the wind without any care-just to leave the country and have no one find you.
*Part Two Coming Soon*
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toomanyrobins2 · 3 days ago
drunk on indigo skies: coming May 14th
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Summary: Y/N “Indigo” Phillips had dealt in secrets her whole life. Working for Tony Stark at 16 and then falling in love with his son was never the plan. She also never expected that five years later, she’d be leaving Peter in the middle of the night with just a note on the dining room table. Now, she has to return to the Three Families as their whole world continues to be threatened by a dangerous rival.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Content warning: Mentions of alcohol abuse, sex, violence, murder
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gamerdestiny · 3 days ago
Devil Deep Inside (Mob!Tom Holland x Agent!reader) Part 1
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“We have another mission for you,” Matty says, as soon as the last of us enter the War Room. “Name of the target?” I ask, my hands behind me, standing in the ‘at ease’ position. “Exciting trip for you guys, its Britain’s biggest mob this time, hence in London,” Russ answers, “The Holland family usually stays under the radar, but recently they have been inviting other mobs over, too many of them at once. We need an insider, a skilled insider,” he continues, his eyes turning to me. Holland? Why did that name sound familiar?
I brush off that thought away, getting my mind back in the meeting. “Who am I infiltrating though?” I ask, a small smirk coming on my face. I like a good challenge now and then. “The Holland family’s eldest son, Thomas Stanley Holland,” Matty answers, tapping on the tablet in her hand, making a picture of him pop up on the big screen. No way! My poker face stays intact but on the inside, I wanted to shout ‘I knew him in high school, and he was no mob boss’ son then’ but I stayed quiet. Tom Holland was the biggest nerd of school, short and skinny but now he looked nothing like it. His face and arms were very well sculpted, his eyes a brown doe shade, looking kind and naughty at the same time. His curls looked messy to perfection, a perfect mop on his head. The fitting pants leaving very little to the imagination. And he didn’t even have a shirt on in the picture.
He was hot. Panty dropping hot. Who in God’s name is this Greek God? 
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“Y/N?” My focus returns to the meeting, “Yes?” “Are you listening? And yes this was a picture he shared with the world. No one knows why,” Matty says. “Yes, umm… how do I.. gain his attention?” I asked, coughing a little at the awkwardness. Was my staring that obvious? “Among his common interests or daily lifestyles, most remain unknown, but we do know this, he makes frequent visits to Platinum Lace -” Matty says. “- The Best Known Gentleman’s strip club of London,” Russ finishes. Matty again taps on the screen and the picture of a posh looking club shows up on the screen.
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“I don’t like where this is going…” Mac says slowly, his eyebrows creasing in worry. But at the same time, a smirk formed on my face, “Oh cmon have you never had a dream job in mind?” “Yes! And it's a normal one like being a scientist, and saving the world!” he remarks. “That’s why you don’t get laid. Mine was pole-dancing!” I shrug. “Good to know you’re on board with this. Let’s get you set up with the equipment,” Russ says, moving towards the door. “Wait! So we’re okay with it?” Mac questions, looking around the room. “It's Y/N’s mission. You all are backup. If she’s on board with it, then all of you have to be,” Matty says, then turns to look at me, “Are you on board with it?” “Yes!” ”No!” Mac and I reply at the same time, him obviously being the one saying ‘No’. I hit him on his shoulder, “My mission, my choices. I’m on board with it,” I start following Russ, “This is very exciting! It’s giving me the jitters!” 
I mean, what can go wrong? 
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spideyanakin · 3 days ago
... You Never Truly Forget Them
Peter Parker x Reader
Part 1 Once you’ve met someone...
This is fully based on Haku and Chihiro from spirited away 🥺
Synopsis; Once you’ve met someone, you never truly forget them.
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Tony’s funeral was quiet. No one really talked and you pushed away the urge to talk to Peter.
He had just lost the most important person in his life, and you couldn't let your feelings get in the way.
The worst part was that you were falling for Peter, and hard. You had been fantasizing about your lost hero - and he exceeded all your expectations. Peter Parker was the nicest person you had ever met, at least from what you saw and heard from Tony. You had never even talked to him, but you had fallen in love.
You dreaded coming back home. You had to force yourself to walk into the apartment and to meet the faces of your confused family.
“Y/n? Oh my god is that you?” Your mother opened the door and hugged you. "Oh my, you’re all grown up.” You gave her a tight smile.
And that was pretty much all. Your family didn't care or ask how those five years were. They pushed it off like you had been blipped too.
The next day - you didn’t wake up to Nat making breakfast or to Steve cracking a joke. You woke up in a small apartment with your family who couldn’t care less about you or the fact that your mom’s cousin had passed away.
You grabbed your bag and walked downstairs. Your mother insisted on driving you even though it was just a courtesy of her.
“So... what’s this new school?” She questioned.
“Tony Stark said it was the best school he knew. I've been there for a while now.” You looked away.
“Tony Stark?” She questioned.
“While you were gone I lived with the Avengers.” You looked outside the window.
“The what?” She turned to you when she stopped for a red light. “We never said you could go and live with a bunch of dangerous superheroes!”
Your eyes widen at her comment.
“Excuse me?” You turned to her. “And I thought you were supposed to stay and be my mother but you all disappeared. So I couldn’t stay alone! they were going to take me to a center with other kids whose parents were gone.”
“Blipped.” Your mother corrected you.
“What did you want me to do! And by the way, Blip is an outrageous name. People who came back named it that. You can’t just call an event like that ‘the blip’” You folded your arms and you felt tears roll down your eyes. Silence fell between the two of you. “I still can’t believe you didn’t bother asking how my life went when you were away.” You wiped the tears and looked out the window. “we’re here.” You didn’t bother saying goodbye. You opened the door and ran into the school.
“Hey Brad.” you greeted.
“Hey, you ok?” He saw the dried tears on your face.
“Yeah don’t worry.” You smiled it off. “I’ll see you later.”
You pushed through the mass of old students that had disappeared as you made your way to class and froze in your steps when you saw Peter Parker. Standing right there talking with a guy you didn’t know. You gulped and facepalmed for not seeing it earlier. Of course, Mr.Stark would have put you in the same school as Peter Parker.
You walked forward and waiting in front of your classroom, Peter instantly seeing you.
"Hey, I didn't know you went here?" Peter took a step forward and told you with a bright smile. He wasn't crazy. You were the girl he saw at the battle. You were also there at Tony’s funeral. You were the one he had made eye contact with and felt sparks flying. The one he thought looked awfully familiar.
"You're an Avenger right?" He whispered.
"Y-Yeah, and you're Spider-man" He nodded. "Tony talked a lot about you you know?" You looked away suddenly feeling a wave of sadness taking over you.
"H- he did?"
"Yeah." You finally met his eyes and it felt like you were the only two people in the world.
He gave you a sad smile. One that sent butterflies to your stomach.
"How long have you been with the team?" He wondered as you inside your classroom, happy you apparently shared the same timetable.
“I arrived in the team the day everyone disappeared... I um... Natasha was my godmother... She took me in when my family was gone.”
“Oh. Im sorry.” He lifted his head to meet your eyes.
“It’s ok.” You gave him a tight smile.
“You want to talk? After class?” He asked with hope in his eyes.
“So? What did you want to talk about?” You played with the string of your backpack.
“It’s crazy, I feel like I've seen you before,” Peter said inspecting your face. He was obsessed with how beautiful you looked but had to push that thought away as he figured out who you were and why he knew you.
“Did you ever visit us? Before the blip?” It hurted you to hear him call it the blip. But what could you do about it? Everyone who disappeared didn’t know the pain and didn’t know calling it such a simple stupid name hurted everyone who had stayed.
“No.” You shook your head. “I never knew Nat was my godmother until I saw her after the... blip.” You looked up remembering the moment. “My whole family had disappeared. I was walking around New York and saw the Avengers, I honestly think I was lucky... I saw Nat, she thought she knew me. Turns out she was my godmother" you let out a shaky laugh.
Peter couldn’t get his stare away from you. His heart ached as he heard what you’d been through. He wanted to know you. He wanted to see you laugh. He was mixed between the mystery of knowing why you looked familiar and the mystery of what he felt when he saw you and talked to you.
You looked at Peter for a second, doubting yourself. You started doubting if he was really your hero. The person who saved your life all those years ago. How can a 16-year-old kid get you out of the East river?
“I um, I don’t know where we could have met.” You tucked a hair behind your ear. “I wasn’t even in this school before everything happened.” You smiled. “I went here because Tony told me it was a great school. And I think I know why he insisted on me going.” You looked at Peter who looked at you with wide eyes.
“He admired you so much Peter you don’t even know... I heard so many things about you, who you were, what you did, your friends, your life, Tony wouldn’t shut up about you. And I can see why.” A blush crept on both of your cheeks. A day after meeting Peter and you already saw why Tony Stark admired that boy so much.
You saw how he took on the responsibility of being Spider-Man and Peter Parker at the same time. He was just a kid, and so were you. You understood how hard it was being a young superhero and you saw how well he managed everything.
“Hey, Y/n?” A week later Peter tapped on your shoulder with a small smile.
“Yeah?” You turned around to meet his eyes.
“Do you um...” he scratched the back of his head and moved up and down on his feet in anxiety. “Do you wannagoonadatewithmesometime?” He blurted out but you still caught the hang of his sentence. A smile lit up your face.
“I would love to.” A blush made its way to both your cheeks and you were both smiling like idiots in the middle of the school hallway.
But the bell rang making your conversation cut short.
“7 tonight? Pick you up at your place?” He asked.
"Alright..." You thought for a second as you looked up to the stars. You turned your head around to meet Peter's eyes who were already on you. "Biggest regret?"
"Oh wow- what a happy thing to ask on a date." He chuckled.
"What!?" You laughed with him. "You said ask anything! And may I tell you the question 'most horrible thing you've done as a super hero' isn't the happiest either." You playfully nudged his arm which made him laugh a little harder.
"Alright, you've got a point." He nodded. "Mine is..." He thought as he looked back at the stars. "you know how I always make sure people I save are safe?"
“Well, it might seem crazy but, the day we all blipped there was this little girl. The railing got smashed and she fell into the East river..." Your heart started to pound so fast you thought it was going to take flight. "I made sure she was alright. But I never knew if she really was... I don't even know if she found her family after that. I've always wondered if she was ok..." You sat up and Peter followed your move. "She didn’t seem alright. I was such in a hurry to find the Avengers... Never really forgave myself for it...”
“I remember...” You looked into the distance and Peter questioned your words. "I was looking at the ducks when harsh winds came, something flew into the railing sending me straight into the water. I couldn’t breathe, couldn't see. But then...”
“I saved you...” Peter finished your sentence for you.
You looked into his eyes. He was your savior. The person you wanted to put a face onto for years. You were sure now.
“That day, by the East River. You saved me.” Your eyes were getting glossy “The day everything went wrong.” You whipped a tear away. “You’re my hero” You smiled. “You saved my life.”
"So you're ok?" He wondered with a smile.
"Yeah Parker. I'm ok. You can stop blaming yourself now," You giggled.
You looked at him for a second, mindlessly placing a hand on his cheek. You let out a short laugh as your lips were about to touch. Finally, you brought your lips to his, and you felt your entire world light up.
“My hero.”
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jackieinthebox · 3 days ago
peter parker:
canoodling: fem stark! reader; early morning cuddles with your favorite spider boy and a message from your meddling dad
hands: gn avenger! reader; a completely self indulgent fic about peter’s hands 
jealous: gn stark! reader; a very informal hc about jealous dad tony after reader spends more time with peter
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Through The Years (Part 8)
⛈-Angst 🌧-Both ✨-Series ☁️-Undecided/I don’t freaking know ⚡️🔥-Triggering Possible
Word Count:3150
Warnings: language, me havin no idea what happens at a, VERY long
 I also have no idea what happens in a wedding soooooo yeah.
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Age 24
Y/N adjusted the towel on her body and moved to lay on her stomach, adjusting the computer screen too. “When you are guys supposed to get here?”
Peter scratched the back of his head, “Um...we should get there at about 5 for you, I think.” He looked up and nodded and looked back down, “Yeah, Happy just confirmed that it’ll be about 5. Why?”
“To know when I should leave to go pick you up.”
“I love how you’re casually making everyone else stay at a hotel and having me be with you.”
“Well, you are my boyfriend, Peter.”
He laughed, “Yeah I guess that makes sense.” He sighed, “What time is it for you?”
“Almost 4. I should probably get some clothes on.”
“I mean...I wouldn’t oppose to you not putting something on.”
“Peter Benjamin Parker!”
He laughed, “I’m joking!”
“You better be joking kid.”
It was her turn to laugh as Pepper’s voice faintly came through the headphones. “Well, I mean, I could always wear this tonight.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“No, I think I love you more.”
“No, I really think I love you more.”
“Who is flying all the way across the world just to see you graduate.”
“I’m sorry, but I did the same thing and I surprised you with it. So I think I win.”
He smiled, “I guess you do.” He moved a hair from his face, “Hey, Ima mute myself for a minute.”
“Okay?” He muted himself and got up. Y/N rolled her eyes when she saw he had a pair of Hello Kitty pajama pants on. Only her boyfriend could have the fashion sense of a 5 year old. She sighed and got up and walked into her closet. She grabbed a random t-shirt that she was pretty sure was Peter’s and a pair of jeans. By the time she was fully dressed, Peter was just sitting back down. “What took you so long?”
“Aunt May had to talk to me.”
“Ah, also, nice pants.”
“In case you didn’t notice, I changed them too. But thank you.”
She smiled, “Sorry, I too was getting dressed.” She looked at the clock on her computer, “Do you know how far out you are?”
“Oh yeah, that too, we’re about 30 minutes till landing.”
“Okay, well, I’m gonna go and leave. I have to feed my roommates dog before I go.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
She ended the Skype call and closed her computer. She sighed as she placed it on the small desk. She grabbed her phone and keys off of her bed and flipped her lights off before shutting her door. She walked over to Katherine’s room and opened the door. She flipped the lights on and walked in. Kat’s small Yorkie was asleep on the bed. Walking over to grab the food bowl and food she sent a text to Kat to let her know. She placed the bowl on the floor and poured the food in. She heard the jingle of the collar and she looked over at the dog as she patted the ground. “Buddy, I have your food.” He jumped off the bed and dashed over to eat. She smiled and patted the dogs head. She sent a quick text to her other roommate, Taylor, to let her know that Buddy was fed and she would need to walk him when she woke up.
Y/N nearly fell on her face when she got out of her car and ran to Peter. She wrapped her arms around him and she heard him laugh as he spun her around slightly. She soon felt his lips on hers and she smiled at the old feeling. She had missed this. Being in his arms. Feeling safe. When they pulled away she smiled at him and moved some of his hair out of his face. “I missed you Spidey.”
“I missed you too Y/N/N.”
“C’mon, I wanna take you back to my apartment before we go eat. My roommates should both be gone.”
He gave her a knowing smile and quickly went to place his bag in her car so they could get there.
Y/N sighed as Peter took a shower. She had gotten done with hers about 10 minutes ago and was having to get redressed. She grabbed a jacket for a few reasons...well, two, but still, one of them being because it was gonna be below 50 and for her that’s cold and two, she wanted to hide any hickey’s that might appear.
“Shower would’ve been much more enjoyable with you in it.”
“Ah yes, but then neither of us would have gotten clean.”
“The whole point of the shower was so no one knew what we did.”
He wrapped his arms around her, “But everyone knows we’re dating.”
“Okay, fine, how would you feel if May showed up to something, obviously having just had sex.”
“You really think that May still has sex?”
“I--what the fuck Peter?”
“No, I--I need to know if my girlfriend thinks that my Aunt still has sex.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, “Really Peter?”
“Really! That’s very weird to me!”
She laughed, “Alright, fine.” She leaned in and kissed him, “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, “I’m proud of you.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, “Really?”
“Yeah, you’re graduating from Cambridge University with a Masters Degree in Jornalism.” He kissed her, “I’m so fucking proud and in love with you.”
She smiled, “Well, I’m proud and in love with you too.”
Y/N quickly woke up. her alarm blaring in her ear. “For fucks sake.” She grabbed her phone and pressed stop. Groaning she looked at the time, 10:20 AM. “Oh motherfucker!” She practically jumped out of bed and ran to her closet.
“I was meant to be up an hour ago! I have to be at the senate house in an hour and I still need to get ready! Fuck fuck, fuck!”
Peter was extremely confused as he watched her get dressed the fastest he’s ever seen her. “Want me to drop you off?”
“I’ll drive and park, you wait for the others, or you can stand with Miranda. She’s my roommate who’s number I gave you for today.”
“Can I stand with her while I wait for the others?”
“Yeah.” She grabbed all of her things and faced Peter, “How do I look?” He didn’t say anything and just smiled, “Peter?!”
“You look amazing, as usual.”
She smiled, “Thank you for boosting my ego. Now, let’s go.”
Y/N sighed as the music blared. The Avengers had decided to through a party for Y/N graduating. Some of her friends, her 3 roommates, were there too. The graduation finished hours ago and now they were at a place that Y/N’s dad used to own. It was surprising that even though he went to jail and was a fraud, he still had a lot of money and owned places. It was the funniest thing. Other than when it came out that he was gay, that was...surprising to those who didn’t know him.
Anyways, the loudness was getting to Y/N so she stepped out. Peter followed her, thinking about how this could be his opportunity to ask her. He knew he was young, but if he had to choose her or the sun then he’d be one nocturnal son of a gun.
The wind blew hair in her face and she kept brushing it away. Smiling at Peter as she looked his way. He gave her a soft smile back. God, he was still falling in love with this girl, even after dating for 3 years and being in love for over 6 years. He laughed to himself, he should mention that. 3. It was a common number in their relationship. Always appearing. Everything happening by divisibles of 3. He loved it, oddly enough. It was both predictable and not because you never knew how major it would be. Plus, some big things happened and they weren’t a multiple of 3.
“Hey, Y/N/N?”
She turned her head to him again, “Yeah?”
“Um...fuck, I really thought this would be simple and easy.” He let out an awkward laugh, “Wow, uh, well, Y/N, you know I love you, right?”
She nodded, scared. “Yeah.”
“I have loved you since we were...actually, you know what? I don’t know how long I’ve loved you. I spent so long convincing myself that I didn’t that I actually forgot how long I’ve loved you.”
“Peter, what’s happening?”
“Our life has happened in multiples of 3. We met when we were 3. My parents died when we were 6 and you joked saying I was Anakin and Luke,” They both laughed, “When we were 9 everything with your dad happened. When we were 12 we argued about what happened in DC and who’s fault it was and we had one of my favorite memories of Uncle Ben and I have no idea why it is. Then when we were 15, you were there with me when he died. 18, well, I don’t need to say what all happened.” She laughed at his comment, “But then 3 years ago I asked you to be my girlfriend and you said yes. So, now,” He got down on one knee and she gasped, “I’m asking you if you’ll be my wife.”
“Y/N Y/L/N Y/L/N-Hammer, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
She nodded, “Yes, of course I will Peter.”
He smiled and slipped the ring on her finger. She recognized it as his mothers which finally made the tears come out. He kissed her and then pulled her into a tight hug. They stayed like that, in each others arms, for who knows how long. They only separated when Aunt May’s voice rang out.
“You two okay?” They looked at Aunt May and Y/N casually raised her hand up and they both heard Aunt May’s gasp. “Really?” They both nodded and she smiled widely, “Is that what you needed your moms ring for, Peter?” He nodded and Aunt May clapped, happily. “Congratulations! I’m so happy for you two!”
The couple was happy, they really were and in six short months, they were even happier. But also freaked out because well, it was their wedding day.
Y/N stood in front of the mirror. She was shaking out of fear. I mean, she was getting married. But she was getting married to Spiderman. They almost didn’t have a wedding because of what all was happening. Mysterio turned back up and Peter was having to deal with his again. But that didn’t matter. They set the date and so they had to go through with it. Y/N remembered how she laughed when he said that. It was actually funny because he was in a pair of Iron Man pajama pants and looked like a kid.
She jumped as she heard a knock at the door, “Don’t worry, it’s just May and Pepper.”
She let out a breath, “Then come on in.” The two women walked in and Y/N turned to them, “So?”
Aunt May smiled and walked over to Y/N. Kissing the top of her head she held her arms lightly, “You look so beautiful sweetheart.”
Pepper nodded, “May is right. You look as regal as a queen.”
“Thank you.”
“Peter went down 10 minutes ago. We came up because it’s gonna start soon.”
She nodded, “Okay, thanks. I’ll be down in a second.” Y/N looked down and tried to flatten out some invisible line. Trying to calm herself down. Aunt May gave Pepper a look and the latter walked out of the room. Y/N looked up and gave May a look, “Is everything alright?”
“I don’t know, is it?”
Y/N nodded, “Yeah? Why wouldn’t it be?”
“You look freaked dear.”
“Well I’m fine.”
May walked over to Y/N and hugged her, “Ben would be so happy for you two. He always told me that the day you two got married would be the best day of his life. Finally seeing Peter and you happy.”
“Yeah. He always wanted you two to realize that you really loved each other. He didn’t care that you were only 12-15, he knew the looks you two gave each other because he gave them to me when we first started to like each other.” May moved a piece of Y/N’s hair out of her face. “He always spoke of how he could care less about what else would be happening. That, if he was alive, your wedding would be the best day and always be celebrated.” May laughed, obviously trying not to cry. “It’s just...he would be so proud of the two of you. You’ve accomplished so much these past few years. And, I know you’ve heard it a million times but, I am so happy and proud of you, Y/N. You have always been there for everyone who’s needed you and I just...I’m happy that this day is finally here.”
Y/N smiled, “I am too. I--I’m so happy that we finally get this. Even with what all is happening, I’m happy that we finally get something happy.” 
May nodded, “As do I.”
There was a knock at the door and Sam stuck his head in, “Hello ladies, are we--oh my god, Y/N, you look amazing.”
Y/N laughed, “Thank you Sam.”
He clicked, “Anytime. Anyways, you ready?”
She looked at May and nodded, looking back at Sam, “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
Peter stood, waiting for YN. Of course when he did she her, he didn’t expect to nearly fall in tears. She looked so beautiful. From her hair to her outfit to her shoes. She just looked so damn beautiful. He felt so proud to call her his. He held his hand out as Sam passed her to him. She placed her hand in his and followed him the rest of the way. As she mouthed a small ‘I love you’ he smiled and mouthed ‘I love you’ back.
All of that formal stuff had happened and the couple was just waiting for the final words. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Her arms wrapped around his neck as his lips crashed into hers and his arms were around her waist. She smiled into the kiss. Happy to be here in his arms. Happy to be Mrs. Peter Parker.
Y/N adjusted how she was sitting as Peter was handed the mic. “Hi? Um, this is on right?” Murmurs of yes were heard and he nodded, “Awesome. So, I just want to thank you all for coming here. I uh...I’m just so happy that I get to spend the rest of my life with the crazy lady known at Y/N.” She, along with others, laughed at that. He smiled at her, “Where to start? Oh god. Well, I’ve known Y/N for 21 years know. We met when we were 3 at the park. She’s been with me for years and has never left my side even when she probably wanted to.” He sighed, “I’m an idiot, honestly. I--I ignored my feelings for her for I don’t know how long. It literally was for so long that I have no clue anymore. But still. I’ve loved her for years but I was too chicken to tell her because I was scared I would ruin our friendship. Turns out, she felt the same. I felt like an idiot when I finally realized it. The signs were all there, but I chose to ignore them. You know, back to me saying there have been times where she could have and probably wanted to, leave me. I actually have an example.” 
“Oh dear.”
“The first would be when I was a complete idiot back in the summer of 2024. was obvious that she liked me now that I think about it, but I didn’t see it. I kept telling myself, ‘Peter, you like MJ, not Y/N. MJ. Not Y/N.’ Well, that was a huge lie. I remember, when Beck was doing everything that he was in London, all I could think was, ‘Oh god, don’t hurt Y/N. Don’t hurt Y/N. Don’t hurt my best friend.’ I did so much on that trip in general that she should have just stopped being my friend. But she didn’t.” He scratched the back of his head, “I actually have no idea what I’m supposed to be saying. So what I’ve said is probably stupid and dumb and makes no sense, but still.” He raised his glass, “Here’s to Mrs. Y/N Parker. First the love of my life, then my wife, but always my best friend and number 1 supporter.” Everyone took a sip of their drinks. Everyone but Y/N. She was crying. Peter made her cry with what he said. “I love you, Y/N.”
She smiled, “I love you too.” It came out as a whisper, barely audible for someone who wasn’t listening but everyone in that room heard her.
Y/N took the mic a few songs later, “Wow, I--how do I even compare to that? I--I mean, I’m still crying some.” She wiped away some tears. “Peter Parker, I remember when I met you, I was so excited that someone wanted to play with me. My friends had left me, yeah, a bunch of 3 and 4 year olds were already being mean and left me at the bench. If you were to tell me then that I would marry you one day, I would say you’re crazy...and that it’s crazy because boys have cooties. And cooties are gross.” People laughed and Peter shook his head while he did. “Now, if you told 15 year old me that in 10 years I would be married to Peter, I think I would ask you to punch me. Because why? Why would he love me of all people? Why would he love me when there’s MJ. That’s a question I asked a lot after I was blipped. I kept saying, ‘what do I have against her? He’s obviously in love with her. I should just back off.’ But...I wish I could tell 17 or so year old me that, hey, give it time, but you and Peter fuck like...right after graduation and then you casually wait for 3 years till you get together. But at least you fucked! So that’s out of the way!” She heard practically everyone laugh and so did she, “Yeah, not my proudest moment, but hey! At least we did something crazy before getting together!” She smiled and lifted her glass, “I love you Peter Benjamin Parker. I always have and always will.”
Which would never be a lie. Y/N has always loved Peter and she knew she never would stop.
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blindingdutchy · 4 days ago
lamentation | THREE
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{peter parker x fem!reader AU}
based on All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven
word count: 3,310
warnings: depression, anxiety, grief, mental illness! descriptions of injury/blood/gore! angst
18+!!! minors stay away!
Peter Parker: are you okay??
Peter Parker: (Y/N)?
Peter Parker: why aren't you at school? please tell me you're okay
You shut your phone off and buried your head under your pillow again, wishing for nothing more than to go back to sleep and escape life completely. All weekend long, and especially all morning, your phone had been ringing non stop with texts from Peter Parker. As much as you wished you could say you hadn't read them, you had.
You'd read them all almost as soon as you'd received them, but you just couldn't bring yourself to respond. You didn't need friends. You didn't want friends. Peter Parker was not your friend, and you were determined to keep it that way. No matter how hard he tried to force himself into your life, you were not going to let him in; you couldn't.
You couldn't let him in and risk getting hurt again, and today was yet another painful reminder of why. It was her birthday. At least, it would have been if she weren't dead. If you hadn't put her in the wrong place at the right time, ending her life and ruining yours forever.
For one tiny moment after you woke up, one minuscule fraction of a second, you forgot the importance of the day. You forgot what made the day different, and you forgot that your sister was dead. Or, rather, did you forget you ever had a sister at all? Had--that was the word that made you weep.
That fleeting moment of ignorance was the exact reason why it should have been you and not her. Surely, she never would have forgotten your birthday, or you, or your absence. She never would have looked at the date and even hesitated in remembering what the significance was. Always the better sister, the better person, the one who deserved it all.
Since that moment you had not left your bed, and Peter's latest slew of texts forced you to look at the time and acknowledge that hours had passed. It was lunch time, hours and hours since you'd awoken, and you had not moved even an inch. Everything felt too heavy.
The air felt too thick, gravity too strong, your body made of stone; you wondered if you were even able to move. Of course, you had shut your phone off so clearly you could move, but you didn't want to. It was so hard, so unbelievably hard to move. Why did everything have to be so tough?
As you laid there, staring at the blackened void of the backs of your eyelids because you just couldn't shut your mind off, your thoughts wandered through all the darkest places. Would she have been ashamed to see you like this? Would she have been disgusted with how you were acting, the person you had become?
God, why couldn't you just shut it off? Why couldn't you just make it all stop? That was all you wanted anymore. You wanted the thoughts, the feelings, the memories, everything, to just go away. You wanted to just exist in the empty void that only came about when you were sleeping. The space where your senses were gone and it was just you.
Or, maybe, you didn't want to exist at all. That wasn't to say that you wanted to die, even though you did, but rather that you just wanted to cease to exist. You wanted to never be, to never have been. It was complex thought that was equally as heavy and taxing to ponder.
Would that have made a difference? Would she have lived if you had never been around, never been alive, to lead her down all the paths that lead to that moment? If you hadn't existed, she wouldn't have been in the park at that perfect moment. If she, by some mystical force, had been there anyways, she wouldn't have lingered behind to save you.
Everyone's lives would have been so much better without you. Your parents wouldn't have had to work so much to afford everything for you and your sister. Your grandma might have lived longer, not having to exert herself so much to watch after the troublesome child that you had been. Maybe the butterfly effect of your lack of existence would have reached so far that the world would generally be a better place, too.
You barked a laugh at the thought, your voice hoarse from dehydration and lack of use. How pathetic it was of you to think you had so much of an impact! You surely were not so important that you changed that much about the world.
"(Y/N), honey?"
The world got a little heavier at the sound of your door creaking open and your mother's soft, hesitant voice. When you didn't respond, nor even move a muscle, she sighed, "(Y/N), you need to eat. I made some soup, I'll even bring it up to you if you want."
Despite the fact that you didn't feel hungry in even the slightest capacity, your stomach rumbled loudly at the mention of food. "Okay." you whispered, and when the door clicked shut again the silence was overwhelming.
She would have been so disappointed in you. You knew just how much you worried your parents with every passing day, and as much as you wanted to be better and make them feel better, you just couldn't bring yourself to care. You couldn't bring yourself to care about your wellbeing or how all the things you were doing, or not doing, affected your parents.
Caring wasn't easy anymore, and it felt foreign. You were so bogged down under all the baggage on your back, on your shoulders, and on your head that you couldn't expend any of the energy required to do so. If you did, if you tried, you'd surely have collapsed under the weight.
Your mother came back and left once more just as quickly, sighing quietly as she tried and failed to rouse you from your bed. You'd remained silent through the creak of the door, the soft clatter of the bowl and spoon being placed on your nightstand, her soft breathes of disappointment, and the click of the latch as she left again. You even held your breathe, so immersed in listening to all her little noises that you forgot about the air you needed to live.
When your mother returned to your room later that day, though it felt like seconds for you, she ripped the blankets from your body and blinked down at you tearfully. "You didn't eat." she stated simply, gesturing to the still full bowl of soup that was now ice cold.
You blinked back, though the tears in your eyes were due to the sudden burn of being open rather than emotion. The numbness had creeped in at some point during the day, and you couldn't feel a thing aside from empty. She waited there for a long, pregnant moment for you to respond, but you had no words.
What were you meant to say? You could hear your sister's voice scolding you for ignoring her, but you just couldn't think of the right thing to say anymore. "Get up, (Y/N). Dinner is getting cold and you're going to eat with us, even if I have to drag you out of this bed myself." your mother finally demanded.
Weakly, you clambered out of your bed and followed her downstairs. She tried to hide it, probably for your sake, but you could see the pleased smile on her face as she finally got you out of your bed. You wondered what it felt like to smile anymore. Could you smile anymore? You'd tried a few times, but it always felt awkward and forced and never looked quite right.
"She lives!"
You grimaced, your version of a smile, at your father's bland attempt at humor that earned a warning glare from your mother. Yes, you lived, and that was the problem. You didn't want to. You shouldn't have. It should have been her coming down to dinner to celebrate her birthday, not you trudging to the table to try and ignore the party that should have been taking place.
She would have been nineteen. Would she have liked college? Would she have found a cute college boy to date, maybe have brought him home to meet the family on her birthday? Your mother made her favorite food, a family recipe, and you pretended you didn't notice.
It didn't taste as good without her around to gush over it in anticipation. You'd never been much of a fan in the first place, but as a little sister it was your duty to love everything your big sister did. Food included, and you'd eagerly sucked down that casserole for years and claimed it was your favorite too.
"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere!" your mother announced, wiping her hands on a napkin as you choked down the last pea on your plate.
When she returned a few moments later with a large chocolate cake in her hands, a cold sweat blossomed over your body and you stiffened. "What's that?" you demanded, staring wide eyed at the all-too-familiar cake incredulously.
It was a rhetorical question. You knew exactly what it was, but you were horrified to see it. She'd made her famous chocolate cake, the same cake she'd made every year for your sister's birthday because, like the casserole, it too was her favorite.
Was this some kind of sick joke? Why did she make a cake? Your sister was gone, and there was nothing to celebrate. If anything you wished to still be hidden away under your blankets, moping and wishing for peace. Yet, here was your mother, placing the cake down on the table with a sheepish smile and watery eyes.
She stared at the cake, avoiding your eyes as she sniffed, "I just... I thought that maybe this would make it feel like she's still here. I just wanted a little bit of her to make the day a little less sad."
"She's not here, Mom." you snapped, "She's not here, and this isn't going to change that."
With a loud screech from your chair that scraped across the floor, you bolted away from the table and back to your room. God, why are you being so horrible? She's just trying her best, you don't have to be so hard on her... Your sister's voice echoed in your mind, rattling around your skull so hard you swore you could feel your teeth chatter.
She was right, and you knew it. You knew you were being unfair, cruel even, but you couldn't help it. You couldn't help the uncontrollable guilt that seeing all your sister's favorite foods brought creeping back over you. You couldn't help the bile that steadily rose up your throat at the thought of her, the sight of her ever-present empty chair.
You couldn't help any of it. The anger and guilt was too much to bear, especially as you heard your mother's choked sob echo from the dining room all the way to your bedroom. You'd done that. You'd made her cry with your selfish contempt. You were truly the worst.
Collapsing back onto your bed and burying yourself under your blankets, you smothered yourself with your pillow until it felt like your lungs were going to explode. The tears never came, though you wished for them desperately. You felt like crying, you wanted to cry, but you couldn't. You were all cried out once more.
A loud knock on your window startled you awake, and you blinked in surprise at the pitch darkness of your room. You couldn't remember falling asleep, but that was fairly typical anymore. When you don't dream, there's never really much to differentiate between wake and rest. It was always just like blinking your eyes--one moment it was one day, and the next it was another.
Time moved pretty strangely ever since the incident, you'd discovered. Sleep made time seem longer, more impactful, and without it the days all blurred together. Another knock caught your attention, followed by another, before there was a steady rapping at the glass pane that made you furrow your eyebrows.
You clicked the power button on your phone only to huff when you remembered you'd shut it off, and turned to face the window. A shadow passed before it and your heart stuttered frightfully. Another knock, another shadow, and you were surprised you hadn't peed your pants in fear. There was someone out there.
A head popped up over the windowsill, falling heavily against the glass with a loud bang that made you jump. "What the--Peter?" you gasped, your eyes slowly adjusting to the dim lighting until you could make out the familiar suit of Spiderman.
What the hell was Peter doing at your window, and why was he still dressed up in his stupid costume? Begrudgingly, yet secretly curious, you creeped out of your bed and opened the window with furrowed eyebrows. "Peter, what are you doing here?" you whispered, but he didn't respond.
Well, he didn't respond with words. He groaned, a strange gargled noise like he was trying to talk through a mouthful of water, and his head lolled to the side weakly. Prodding his shoulder, he nearly tumbled to the ground until you caught him awkwardly and strained to keep him upright. "P-please, help." he gasped.
Your heart was racing, and your mind was moving nearly as fast with a million questions. How the hell did Peter know where you lived? Why was he at your window? What was wrong with him? Why did he think you were the person to help him? Why, what, why, how, all the questions remained unanswered.
It was a great struggle to drag Peter through your window, a task that was done without much help from the surprisingly heavy boy who leaned nearly all of his weight onto you. You did it, though, and bit back a scream when you pulled your hands away to find them covered in blood. As you stared at the dark, red stains on your flesh, the smell of it hit you and your head was spinning.
Blood, and a lot of it. Immediately your mind brought you back to that fateful day, images of your sister's lifeless form flashing before your eyes and blurring the world around you. Your breathing grew shallower, and just as the tunnel vision started to encroach, Peter garbled, "Please, (Y/N), you need to help me."
He weakly slapped at his chest until his suit deflated like a balloon, peeling away from his body like a loose tarp that was easily pulled away from his skin. "Oh, my god!" you wailed. His body was riddled with cuts, scrapes, and bruises galore. You wondered if any of his skin remained unbroken, because everything was black, blue, and red.
For the first time in what felt like forever, your fight or flight switched gears to fight. You weren't entirely sure why, because you were crying and holding back vomit like your life depended on it, but you raced around your room to gather anything you could to staunch the bleeding. Every breathe you took overwhelmed you with the smell of blood, that familiar metallic scent of iron or pennies, but you couldn't breathe through your mouth.
If you opened your mouth, you were surely going to lose all the food you'd eaten for dinner. All you could think of was your sister. You thought of what she would have done, and you knew that you were making the right choice in helping him. She would never have left him to fend for himself. Most of all, though, you thought of your sister and how you hadn't stopped her from dying, and you couldn't do that again.
You couldn't let another person die as a result of your actions. You couldn't, and you wouldn't. So, you worked hard and fast through all your crying to patch Peter up as best as you could. Nothing needed stitches as far as you could tell, but nearly every inch of his skin was broken with some form of scrape, scratch, or cut.
It was messy, and by the time you finished you were pretty sure you had more of Peter's blood on your skin and clothes than he had on himself. He was asleep, or unconscious, you weren't entirely sure. What you were sure of, though, was that the sun was rising and he needed to leave. You needed him to get out, both for the sake of your mentality and your parents'.
So, you jabbed your fingers into his shoulder and hissed, "Wake up!"
He awoke frantically, his eyes snapping open and his body lurching upright as he looked around in a panic. "Get away--(Y/N)? What... What am I doing here? Where am I?" he stammered, slumping back onto the floor with a wince as he continued to scan his surroundings in confusion.
"You're in my bedroom, Parker, and I don't know why. You showed up covered in blood and begging for help." you grumbled in annoyance. "You need to go. It's almost morning."
He blinked in surprise, glancing out your window to see the early hints of dawn on the horizon. "I, uh, I'm... I'm sorry. I don't remember coming here." he mumbled, "Woah, did I hurt you? Oh my God, I hurt you, I'm so--"
"This is your blood, Peter." you growled, cutting off his frenzied rambling as he finally caught sight of the red stains all over your body. "Get out."
He stared at you with parted lips, eyes wide with panic and apprehension. "Are you crying?" he finally asked, his voice timid.
It took you a moment to realize that, yes, you were in fact crying. You hadn't realized that the tears were still flowing from your eyes, but as you did the adrenaline wore off and you choked out through a sob, "Get out! Get out of here, Peter!"
Without the adrenaline pumping through your veins to keep you grounded, the emotion of the entire situation caught up to you. All the fear, anguish, guilt, and anxiety--it all washed over you in an instant and you were losing it. But, you were also angry. You were angry with Peter for putting you in that position.
You were angry that he'd show up, barely alive and begging for your help, when he knew somewhat of what you'd been through. He knew, at the very least, that your sister's death was on your hands, and he put you in a position to put another name on that list. Most of all, though, you were angry that already all of your worst fears were thrown in your face.
Peter wasn't your friend, but some part of you wanted him to be, and already you were faced with the prospect of him dying and you being helpless to stop it. Why was the universe so cruel to you? Were you cursed? It was all a sick, twisted joke, and you wanted no part of it.
"(Y/N), what's wrong--"
You cried, "Just, please, go. I'll see you at school, okay? Just go!"
And, after a moment of hesitation, he went. He climbed out of your window from where he watched you for another minute longer, clearly unwilling to leave you alone in such a state. Peter watched wordlessly as you fumbled to close and latch the window, until you shut the curtains and shut him out again.
Peter Parker: i'm so sorry
Peter Parker: please be okay
Peter Parker: i better see you at school tomorrow or i'm coming back to check on you
Peter Parker: or today i guess
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andilovetowrite · 4 days ago
Punch To The Heart (Part 2)
Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: After repeatedly blowing you off on plans, events and trips, you have finally had enough. But Peter soon regrets it as he sees the harsh reality of almost losing his best friend.
Based on a request, you can find here!
Warnings: Shooting and violence. But nothing too graphic. This is probably my most angsty fic yet, with sprinkles of fluff here and there :)
Word count: 2.4k
Here is my Masterlist in case you want to find more of my work :)
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“Crap crap crap”, Peter muttered, running his hands through his hair. He looked at Aunt May, hoping she would say that she was joking; it was some sick prank. But she just looked down, coming to smooth her hand on his back.
“Sorry, Pete. Her parents just called me to tell you that she is in the hospital. She isn’t doing so good. She was losing a lot of blood before passing out on the street. Police arrived 5 minutes later.”
Peter sighed, feeling his throat close up as he shook his head. “No, no, no, they said they will go after my girl” Peter looked back at May as he quickly suited up. “My girl,” He said quietly before snapping his web up, jumping out of his window and towards the hospital, sirens blaring in the background…
Peter walked into the school, arm slung around MJ, pressing a kiss to her head before he let her go, watching her walk to her class. He kept walking, a glazed look in his eye, that he didn’t even see you, tumbling onto you.
“Oh, I’m so sorry”, he rambled before he saw who he was talking to.
“Hey Peter”, you said coldly, looking at him with a pinch in your heart.
“Oh, hey Y/N!” he said, a slightly pained look on his face.
You let out a sharp intake of breath you didn’t know you had been holding since he walked in. “I’m surprised you even know my name after you bailed on me last night. Again.”
Peter sighed uncharacteristically. “Look, I already said I’m sorry. Like a billion times!”
You scoffed, trying to hide how much it hurt. “Nope. Not even once. I left you 15 voicemails, Peter! I thought you were dead or you had gotten hurt! Couldn’t you just send me one text? After you probably texted MJ a billion times”, you said, imitating his voice. You tried to stop the shaking in your voice.
It had only been less than a week since you and Peter had talked about him not speaking to you anymore, and now it had been happening more and more. You knew he had Spiderman duties 5/7 days in a week, so you planned your night together on a Saturday night.
The same Saturday night, Tony had asked him to come because there was a challenging mission urgently. But you had looked at the news all night to see how the fight was going. Not once did they mention anything about a fight.
“How was the fight, Pete?”
“What fight?” he asked, confused. And that gave you the answer you were looking for.
“The one you told me as an excuse… You know, I’m sure MJ didn’t even get one text. Because you were by her side the entire time.”
Peter looked at you, wide-eyed. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to say something to you.
“Tell me I’m wrong, Parker. That you blew me off for the hundredth time to hang out with your new girlfriend?!”
Peter didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, just staring at the ground, even as the bell rang. But then he squared up, jaw clenching. “Why the hell can’t I just spend time with MJ” Without you breathing down my neck?”
“Because you hang out with everyone, Peter! MJ, Ned, Betty… heck, even Flash! But not once do you hang out with me!”
“Maybe because you are just so fucking frustrating! Always wanting attention like a kid!” he spat out, then he looked away, muttering something under his breath.
“What did you say?” you asked, voice breaking, as the silence of the hall felt suffocating.
“I said, I thought you had gotten more than enough attention you would’ve needed in your life!” Just as those words left his mouth, you crumpled as if a shock of pain had gone through your body.
“Why-why would you say that?” you cried out, not caring that you had school anymore as you dropped your bag on the floor, furiously wiping your tears on the back of your hand. “Don’t answer that. I know why you said it, Peter”, you said, glaring at him through the tears. Walking out of the school, you clung to your shirt. So much for not wanting to care.
Little did you know that leaving your bag at school may have been the worst decision you could ever make….
DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG, the doorbell kept repeating. Your parents had gone out for the night, leaving you at home by yourself. You walked over, trying to see who would come at 4:00 in the evening.
“Y/N!”, Peter called out. But he sounded muted.
You slowly opened the door to see Spiderman standing there, holding your school bag and some flowers. “I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been spending time with you, but someone sent a message to the compound a week back. Said it was for Spiderman. They told me that they were going to go after my girl, to get revenge for stopping the bank robbery that happened a couple of months ago.”
“Uhm, so that’s why you weren’t spending time with me?”
“Well, MJ also wants me to stop spending time with you so much. Said you were kinda clingy.” He said, scratching the back of his neck.
You scoffed. “No offence, but you gotta stand up for yourself Peter!”
“I can’t just do that, she is my girlfriend.”
“More like your mom…”, you muttered, rolling your eyes.
“Ok then.”
You sighed, giving him the flowers back. “Here, give these to MJ. She will like them. Or why don’t you wilt them a bit first, so I’ll be like her soul?”
Peter looked shocked. “Why would you say that? She is the best girlfriend ever!”
Your eyes softened. So he didn’t know. “Peter, I saw her and Brad today. At the field. Making out!”
Peter shook his head, more so to himself than you. “She wouldn’t cheat on me Y/N!”
“Okay, Peter. If you wanna keep on trusting your lying, rude girlfriend. Then go ahead. Guess we are back on square one then?” Peter didn’t even say anything, but when he left, you could see he left the flowers at your door, crumpled but still smelling fresh.
Peter stood in MJ’s room, playing with her hair softly after his fight with Y/N. But something was playing on his mind.
“MJ, did you cheat on me? With Brad? Since some people claimed that they saw you and him making out near the bleachers?”
MJ looked like a deer caught in the headlights but was interrupted(or saved) by Peter’s phone blaring loudly. Peter grabbed it, picking it up to hear Aunt May tell him something he never would have thought of.
“Y/N’s in the hospital Peter”
Peter gasped, jumping off MJ’s bed. “What happened”, she asked, looking annoyed.
“Y/N’s in the hospital! I have to go there…” Peter said, freaking out now. He looked at MJ, hoping to see some type of understanding in her eye, but she just glared at the phone.
“So what? It’s not like you can speed up her healing process. Whatever happened to her? Did she cry so hard her eyes fell out?”, MJ asked bitingly, rolling her eyes. Peter stood there, shocked.
“MJ, she is my best friend! I have to go see what happened to her.”
She laughed cruelly, “Oh please, you haven’t been her best friend for a long time. Let’s not act as if you care. Plus, you promised to meet my parents tonight.”
Peter shook his head firmly. “No-no MJ, I can’t just sit here having dinner with your mom and dad while Y/N’s in the hospital.”
MJ scoffed, looking down at Peter. “Okay, then here is what’s gonna happen. If you go to the hospital tonight, we’re over.”
Peter stuttered, looking at her in disbelief. “Wha-why?! What’s wrong with you? I have to go see her MJ!”
“No, you don’t. She will be fine. I’m sure it’s nothing major knowing Y/N. Always makes such a big fucking deal about everything”
Peter chuckled humourlessly and turned towards the window. “If you are going to make me choose between my best friend and my girlfriend, then I don’t know what to say to you, Michelle.”
MJ nodded, flipping him off. “Oh please, more like the girl you love and your girlfriend.”
And with that, Peter jumped out the window, tears already gathering in his eyes.
Peter quickly ran into the apartment, seeing May sitting down in the kitchen, talking to someone on the other side.
“Oh okay, I’ll tell him. Please keep me updated”
May turned around when she heard Peter slam the door shut. He ran over to her, eyes bloodshot. “Wha-what happened?”
May sighed, looking at Peter sadly. “It’s not your fault Peter”, she started, and that was when Peter broke.
“May-ple-please, what happened to her!?”
“Remember how you got that call, that those guys will be after someone you know? Well, they must have seen you go to Y/N’s house in the afternoon, and then targeted her.”
“Shit May! It’s my fault...Wait, do they know I’m Spiderman? Because then you have to go somewhere. I’ll call Happy!”, Peter said, rushing around.
May put her hand on his shoulder, “Peter, they don’t know you are Spiderman. All they saw was the city’s hero dropping off a package to Y/N’s house.
“How did she even get out?!”
May sighed. “Fought out of the van, but just as she was running, they shot her in the leg and stomach. Then came up and hurt her a bit more before leaving her on the street”
“Crap crap crap”, Peter muttered, running his hands through his hair. He looked at Aunt May, hoping she would say that she was joking; it was some sick prank. But she just looked down, coming to smooth her hand on his back.
“Sorry, Pete. Her parents just called me to tell you that she is in the hospital. She isn’t doing so good. She was losing a lot of blood before passing out on the street. Police arrived 5 minutes later.”
Peter sighed, feeling his throat close up as he shook his head. “No, no, no, they said they will go after my girl” Peter looked back at May as he quickly suited up. “My girl,” He said quietly before snapping his web up, jumping out of his window and towards the hospital, sirens blaring in the background…
7:51 pm Peter, Peter there are some guys standing outside my apartment. These look like the guys who you took down a few months ago, remember? The bank robbery. Anyway, please call me back, I’m worried.
8:05 pm Hey, please pick up. The guys are now banging open the apartment door. I think I heard a gunshot, Peter! Please please come here…
8:15 pm Oh god, Peter. They are coming up the stairs, and they aren’t stopping. I locked the door and I’m staying hidden, but I’m scared, Peter. Please come here. I think they already shot someone downstairs...Ohmygod, I can hear them on my floor, Pete-
8:17 pm Peter, they are outside my door. I shut off all the lights and am hiding under my parent’s bed. You let out a quiet gasp, then started whispering. “They are inside Peter! I can hear them. At least three voices. Please come here, I need Spiderma-
There you are, a gruff voice called out as you let out a pained squeak.
8:26 pm Pete-Peter, they bought me down. Chucked me out the window. Peter, I don’t know where I am just that I’m in some type of van. I kept my phone next to me, and all-ugh-the guys have gone out for something, wait they’re coming ba-
As he played each message on the way to the hospital, Peter could feel himself getting more and more worried. The guys from the bank robbery. The threat. Y/N now in the hospital. Because of Spiderman. Because of him. Because he didn’t stay next to her when it mattered. Because he blew her off for his probably cheating, heartless girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend.
Arriving at the back of the hospital, he quickly shed his suit, running in. “Um, hello. I’m trying to find Y/N, Y/L/N? She was brought in today evening.
The nurse nodded, pointing to the room down the hall. “She is in there.”, she said, sounding sympathetic. “Sorry..”
Peter didn’t even stick around to see why she was sorry for him. Instead, he ran to the room. No one was here, only a couple of doctors here and there. He went next to the room, seeing your parent’s standing beside you, your body covered in gashes and bruises, while gauze covered several parts of your leg and stomach. Peter walked in, going straight to Y/N, but just as he was about to reach you, your heartbeat flatlined, a loud BEEEEP resonating in the room….
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Wow! Cliffhanger...ohhh. Anyway, thanks for reading this. It was really fun to write, and I highly enjoyed it. The next part won’t be out for at least a week, since I gotta study for exams. If you wanna be tagged in my next part, as well as other posts, just comment or send me a quick message… Thanks so much, and until next time :)
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jackieinthebox · 4 days ago
hands | p. parker x gn avenger! reader
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summary: a completely self indulgent fic about Peter’s hands 
words: 770
warnings: uh hand on thigh ? idk its v fluffy 
a/n: thank you all so much for the love on my first post, i was not expecting that! i’m going to try to post every few days, i have a bunch of ideas in mind but you’re always welcome to send in requests! i primarily want to write for peter (duh), bucky, and spencer reid but i’m down for hp and outer banks characters. i’m also looking to make more mutuals if anyone’s interested! 
You were obsessed with your boyfriends hands. You loved every aspect of him but you were especially infatuated with his hands. Despite them reflecting his hero duties, being littered with cuts, burns, bruises, callouses, you constantly told him how pretty they were. You loved to hold and fiddle with them. Its become a habit of sorts, sometimes doing it absentmindedly. You would watch them as he did the most mundane of things with such adoration in your eyes.
It started on a mission, a rather lowkey one both you and Peter were permitted to go on. You were noticeably bursting with excitement, as it was a rare occurrence for Tony to let his precious prodigies and the youngest avengers on a mission. As you neared the location your excitement simmered down to nerves. Peter swore he wasn’t hyperaware of you in an overbearing boyfriend way he was just... observant and particularly in tune to your emotions. He knows you and loves you hence how he immediately picks up on the sudden mood change. 
He also knows you’re far too proud to admit your nerves and didn’t want to agitate you by prying, so he did the next best thing to comfort you. He dropped a clothed hand into your lap and rubbed it up and down your inner thigh. After a minute he rested it on your upper thigh and looked up at the side of your face. You look down at your lap and hold his hand, cupping it with both of yours. He smiles at the action and tucks some stray hairs behind your ear giving him access to your cheek, then presses a soft kiss to it.
You had held hands before of course, but this time it felt especially intimate, despite the nearby spectators littered around the quinjet. No matter where you were Peter made you feel so safe and protected. The sweet gesture immediately alleviated your nerves. 
Since then he would drop a hand on your lap or thigh to ground you when you got anxious. Or more selfishly when he wanted your attention, as you could never resist holding his hand and playing with his fingers.
Sat on his lap while he was playing video games you couldn’t help but admire his hands gripping the controller, accentuating his veins. You inch up the sleeve of his hoodie to further reveal them to you. Slowly, like a tiger about to pounce on its prey, you reach out to trace the prominent veins on his hands, up his arms. Peter adjusts himself to rest his head on the crook of your neck, placing a kiss there.
You and Peter were sat on his bed facing each other, you on the end, him by the headboard. Both with your respective schoolwork sprawled out around you. As you finish up the last page of notes you’re reviewing you look up as Peter let’s out a frustrated sigh. Searching his face you conclude he’s stressed and needs a break. Shuffling closer you grab the hand that’s frantically flipping through a textbook and bring it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to it. Peter looks up and smiles at the gesture.
“Let’s take a quick break, I’ll make us some tea,” you say in a soothing voice.
Peter nods and follows as you stand, hands still intertwined, Peter tugs your hand towards him, pulling you into his chest. He then brings you into a sweet, slow kiss, trying to convey his thanks. As you break apart and make your way to the kitchen Peter silently thanks whatever higher power sent you to him, you always knew what he needed when he need it, sometimes before even he did.
In between his legs, your back pressed up against his chest, you were reading Pride and Prejudice aloud. Peter wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you in as closely as possible, soaking in your soothing voice and hanging off your every word. After you flipped the page instead of returning your hand back to the book you peeled Peter’s off your middle and held it. Peter smiled and raised your intertwined hands, opening his making yours do the same. He admired how much bigger his hand was compared to yours. 
“You’re so small and cute, like my own little person,” he muses only half jokingly. 
Blushing, you respond with a teasing “shut it.”
Breathing out a light chuckle, Peter tilts your head to face his with his other hand and mumbles an “absolutely adorable” into your mouth before connecting your lips in a slow and sultry kiss. 
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uselesssomebody · 4 days ago
𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕 - peter parker
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~ "𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟
𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕕"
𝟟𝟠𝟟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤
a/n okay - last one for today. if anyone wants to request characters and/or plots, please do so. otherwise, new stuff is out soon.
"sorry, what did you say?" my gaze shifted from the floor to look up at peter. he was standing up, notebook in hand, looking down on me as he had just said something.
"i said that you're definitely going to fail this quiz." he chuckled, but there was little humor behind it. i forced a smile, and tried to maintain my focus on him. he turned away from me, looked outside my window, and sighed quietly.
i knew that, usually, both of us would be concerned about the other. we both knew the other was preoccupied, but i think that was the reason neither of us wanted to say anything. 'if they have to talk about how they're feeling, then i'd have to do the same.'
about three months ago, we had started dating. it was so great for so long, and we rarely fought or, really, had any problems. but, a couple weeks ago, i noticed we were becoming more and more distant. i knew it was too little to cause any permanent problems, but it was enough to make us both uncomfortable.
i had noticed it only a couple days after it started. i was just scared of saying anything. i wanted to try and keep this thing between us kind of casual, and was worried that talking about it would lead to something weird and personal happening - exactly what i didn't want.
but after nearly half a month, i can't do it anymore. so, i invited him over to study, in the hopes that i'd have the balls to talk to him about it. i'm sure i'll do it tonight, but not yet.
so, i tried to keep the conversation going.
"honestly, i blame ms. williams for this." i fiddled with my pencil, glancing between my notebook and peter, "if she actually knew how to teach, we wouldn't be in this situation." peter walked back from the window and sat next to me, a small smile on his face. he gently pulled the notebook out of my hands and started to write some things down. i watched him as he wrote. i loved how he looked when he was concentrated on something.
love? no, i meant i like. it's cute. that is cute, right?
i tore my eyes from him. 'what?' what was that? i shook my head lightly 'shut the fuck up, y/n. be casual.' the word rang in my head.
i didn't even notice peter calling my name, until he touched my shoulder. i jolted my head towards him.
"huh?" he looked concerned. i was still dazed. his eyes left mine, and i saw him scrunch them shut, before opening them again, inhaling deeply.
"what's the matter with you? i didn't want to mention it, but you're acting nothing like yourself. what's going on?" i opened my mouth - more in shock rather than to respond. honestly, i didn't expect him to be so forward about it.
"i- i um-" i stammer, not really knowing what to say. i take a breath, and turn away from him for a second.
"casual." i muttered to myself, rolling my eyes. me trying to be casual led us to this fucking problem, and now i don't know how to get out of it.
"sorry, what did you say?" i heard peter say from behind me.
"peter, to be honest with you, i wanted to keep this as casual as possible. i've had so many relationships end because i fell too hard, too quickly. i wanted this time to be different."
he didn't speak, so i allowed myself to turn around, and continue. before i knew it, i was saying anything and everything on my mind. "i don't know, maybe it's just me because this happens every. fucking. time. but every time i look at you, i think about how much i love you and your little quirks - the way you look when your concentrated, or when you're talking about star wars or when you're reading. and i don't know how to make it stop. but i didn't want to scare you, so i tried to stop being too close, to see if it would feel more relaxed but that obviously didn't work so i-"
"y/n." my mouth stopped mid-sentence. "i feel the exact same way about you." i looked up at him.
"what?" he smiled
"i love how you look when your confused, i love how you act when your telling me about your day, i love the way you ramble. y/n, i think i love you too." my face broke in a cheesy grin and a feeling of elation coursed through my limbs.
"i guess that's all i need to hear."
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