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THIS!!! IS SO!!! GOOD!!!! I LOVE NED LEEDS

Strawberry Boba Pt. 2

Pairing: Ned Leeds x reader

Summary: Ned Leeds has a special eye on a girl that is sweet as strawberries.

Saturday arrived and boy was Ned a nervous wreck. He started asking MJ what type of keywords to use when talking about theater things (as well as Ned watching bootlegs of musicals to be relevant). He even asked Peter to help him pick out an outfit.

“Ned cmon, you shouldn’t need to worry about going out with y/n.” Peter says, trying to reassure his friend as he digs through his closet. Ned pulls out a blue button-up and places it on his bed. “Dude, you don’t get it. Y/n was voted for best dressed in the yearbook last year. I need to bring my game.”

Peter shoots up to Ned in worry. “Wait, she wasn’t blipped? No wonder why I can’t remember her. And also, you’re researching about her?” Peter asks. Ned plops down next to Peter, looking down at his shoes.

“I just want Saturday to be perfect. She’s the first girl I ever wanted to be serious about. Like, what college does she want to go to? Or what’s her favorite book to read? Am I just making a fool of myself?” Ned said out loud.

Peter pats Ned’s back. “Dude, you seriously need to stop worrying. This is y/n we’re talking about. MJ said that she’s super cool and I can tell she flirts with you whenever you two talk.” Ned looks at his best friend. “You mean that?” Ned says like a sad puppy. Peter nods his head yes as they both smile.

“Y/n is going to like you for you. If she doesn’t see that, then that’s her loss. She’s losing a great guy.” Ned gives Peter a bone-crushing hug from his thoughtful statement. Ned’s worrying state subsided for the day, realizing he needs to keep his cool for you.

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Saturday came and he was standing outside of the boba place. He looked at his phone, trying to see if he missed a message from you. Was he early or late? Did you have an emergency or did you just stood him up? Many thoughts flew in his mind until a voice grabbed his attention.

“Hey, Ned! Sorry, I’m a few minutes late. I swear I have never seen the crosswalks so busy this time of the day” you said a bit out of breath. He looked at your outfit as you wore a cute dress, alongside your flats, and he could tell you styled your hair for the occasion.

“Is this too much? I knew I should have worn a sweater over this-” you said before Ned interrupted. “No! You look really pretty…” he said as both of your features turned soft. “Shall we?” you spoke up as you both awkwardly stood in front of the building. He eagerly shakes his head yes as he opens the door for you to go inside.

You both get in line, looking at the menu. “I’m debating if I want brown sugar, taro, or green tea. How about you?” Ned asked, looking at you. “I think you have an idea of what I like.” you joked. It was your turn to order at the cashier. “Hi, could I get one medium brown sugar milk tea and a strawberry smoothie? All with boba, please.” Ned said, already paying for the drinks.

Once your drinks are made, you start walking inward to an available table. “Thanks, but you didn’t have to pay.” You said to Ned as you found a booth. “Of course, a gentleman always pays on the first date. This is a date, right?” Ned says, freaking out a bit. You giggle from his anxiousness.

“Yes, it is. I guess I kinda took your dilemma of joining the show as my advantage to get to know you better.” You said a bit sheepishly. “Smart and gorgeous, where have you been all my life?” Ned said in awe.

You playfully rolled your eyes as you took a sip from your drink. The whole date, you barely even asked about his credentials for the show. Your flow of conversation seriously took both of you by surprise as both of you had some things in common, alongside things that impressed the other.

“So, the question of the century… what college do you think of attending?” you asked, setting down your now empty drink. Ned looks up as his thoughts take shape. “I have a few choices. Columbia University is of my top three choices, but I’m still pretty flexible on where I can apply. How about you?” He asks.

“Ever since I was a kid, I had my heart on Berklee College of Music in Boston. It’s been a dream of mine to attend one of their programs. One of their scouts is coming to our show to recruit future students. That’s why I’ve been stressing a lot about the production.” You said. Ned nodded his head, seeing how passionate you were about your future.

“That’s amazing y/n. I wish I had that determination like you. I can’t remember being that excited for something since-” he stops, realizing about the time he lost when he was gone. You give him a sympathetic smile, placing your hand on top of his. “You were blipped, weren’t you?” you asked in a small voice, trying not to offend him.

He nods yes in his somber state. You scooch closer to him as you rub his arm in support. “I have no idea what you went through, but I want you to know I'm here to support you in any way. You’re such a good guy, Ned. You truly deserve the best and I hope you know that.” His features brighten just a bit as he stares at your mesmerizing eyes.

“Thank you. You don’t know how much that means to me.” He whispered, taking your hand into his palm. “Before I start crying like a baby, know this: I have never seen you perform before but I bet you will knock the socks out of the recruiters. If anyone deserves the best for their hard work, it’s you.” He says.

All you could do was tear up a bit, taking a napkin, and wiping off the running mascara under your eyes. “You didn’t just want to join the show for community service.” You chuckled. He gives a hearty laugh as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I feel bad that I helped you with the flyers and I don’t even know what the show is about. I may have wanted to join the backstage crew just to be closer to you.” Ned says, giving you a nervous smile.

You give a fake gasp as you playfully smack his arm lightly. “I am slightly offended that you don’t know any of Shakespeare's works, but I am secretly gushing that you would do that for me. Anyway, the show is called ‘Much Ado About Nothing’: where Beatrice, me, and Benedick, Flash, are in this quarrel. Their friends think it would be so hilarious to have the two individuals who despise each other fall in love under false information…” You started to explain as Ned could tell it was your favorite piece by the well-known writer.

Ned could hear you talk about any performance in the world and he would never get tired of it, for it was music to his ears.

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zendayasfwb · 3 years

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Loved this! the wiring itself could have been better but otherwise I love the concept and this was really good! I can’t wait to read more of your work soon :)

I can have one where Peter is a fuck boy and unknowingly slept with Y/N (stark) and they meet at the tower on a group meeting day. (and he in front of the avengers pretends to be innocent). Love you

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Peter Park x Female Reader - Tony Stark's Daughter.

Words: 3,625 - longest I've ever written.

Warnings: Smut18+, Vaginal intercourse, Male and Female Performing Oral, Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Fuckboy Peter Parker, Angst.

A/n: I hope you enjoy this, I took three hours to write and edit this. I got a little carried away with it (I think) and I apologise for it being sooo long.

So far your senior year had been amazing, you were destined to finish top of your class which would make your dad happy and you had also been offered an internship with him, which some of your classmates thought was bullshit but hey, considering you didn’t want to go to some flashy expensive school, you were doing pretty good, even with your dad’s help.

That was until you went out to your first party with your best friend Macie, she thought it was about time you let loose and have fun. You didn’t want to go and had even told your mum and dad who only encouraged you to go out, so that plan backfired. So here you were, standing in Macie’s living room, red solo cup in your hand while dancing with your best friend, happy to have listened to her for once and let loose.

“How do you know this many people?”

Macie shakes her head “I don't know them, they’re Tyler’s friends from his school.” I nod in agreement, looking around the room for Tyler, Macie's boyfriend who is chatting with a guy I’ve never seen before. His brown slightly curly hair, puppy dog eyes and a smile that causes butterflies inside of my stomach. Macie grabs my shoulder, following my line of sight before laughing and shaking her head.

“Peter Parker.”

“Peter Parker” I repeat his name, loving the way it sounds as it falls from my lips. “He’s fucking hot.”

Macie laughs at me before nodding. “Yeah he’s alright, he goes to school with Tyler. He’s a bit of a ladies man but I don’t know too much about him.”

“He’s into science and technology?” I almost feel bad for questioning the boy's intelligence, judging him solely on his handsome appearance.

“Yeah, Tyler, Peter and a guy called Ned won their last science fair two weeks ago.” Macie informs. “Let's go say hi.” Macie grabs my arm pulling me through the body’s of unknown teenagers before we come face to face with Peter and Tyler.

“Hey babe, we were just talking about you.” Tyler pulls Macie into his side, kissing the side of her head.

My eyes fall to Peter, both of us smiling at each other. I feel my skin fall hot slightly as his eyes wander over my body. I mentally thank myself for wearing my red leather shirt and lace crop top.

“I’m Peter.”

“Y/n.” I smile before hearing someone clear their throat. Turning my attention to Macie, a cocky smirk on her face.

“Tyler and I want to play beer pong, want to join?”

“You’d have to be partners though.” Tyler quickly adds, before walking away with Macie to the table to set the game up, not even waiting for a response.

I look to my side slightly silently asking Peter if he’d like to join.

“I need words Y/n.” I take in a sharp breath at what Peter just said to me.

“Uh, would you, um like to be my partner for beer pong?” Peter licks his lips before smirking at me.

“Of course.” His hand falls to the middle of my back as he guides me to the table Tyler and Macie had just set up. Macie raises her eyebrow at me, causing me to blush and shake my head, knowing exactly what she is thinking.

“Okay so standard rules, but we haven’t decided what the winner gets yet.” Tyler states.

I watch Macie stand on her tippy toes whispering something into Tylers ear causing him to chuckle.

“Okay, the winner has to make out with their team member.”

I sigh at my best friend before nodding.

“Fine, okay.”

“Sound a little more excited.” Peter whispers, flicking his eyes from mine to my lips. I roll my eyes, ignoring his comment as Macie flips a coin.

“Heads.” I call quickly, watching Macie reveal the coin, heads being the winner.

Tyler throws Peter the ball, catching it perfectly in one swift motion.

“Fuck.” I whisper to myself, seeing him smirk slightly. He surely didn’t hear me, did he?

I stand beside Peter as he lines up the first shot, landing the ball into the cup causing Tyler to groan.

“Lucky shot.” Macie mumbles before lining up to take her shot, missing the cup as I pout.

“Awh Mace.” Macie narrows her eyes at me before flipping me off.

I grab the ball, lining up the shot, before I can let go of the ball, Peter’s hand falls to my elbow, his other placed in the middle on my back.

“Lower, otherwise you’ll miss and we want to win.” His warm breath fans my neck causing my heartbeat to pick up. I let the ball slip through my fingertips, missing the cup I was originally planning on but landing the ball in the one behind.

“That’s unfair.” Macie complains before drinking from the cup.

The game continues with us losing our lead, until the last cup for both teams. I take a deep breath, knowing it's my go and praying that I won’t miss this shot.

“Breathe, lower your arm, line it up and sink it.” Peter whispers, his lips against my ear, his hands placed on my hips. I follow his instructions, taking a breath, lowering my arm and letting go of the ball. The room feels like it slows down as the ball bounces on the table, landing into the cup.

“Good girl.”

An uncontrollable whimper leaves my lips which causes his grip on my hips to tighten, feeling my arousal pool in my panties.

“Holy shit, you won!” Macie cheers, clapping her hands as Tyler follows suit.

I don’t get a chance to respond to Macie as my body is spun around, my chest bumping into Peter’s. One of his hands cupping my cheek, the other still on my hip, his lips locking onto mine. I feel my body relax against his lips, putting my arms around his neck deepening our kiss.

Peter smiles against my lips, everyone around us whooping and hollering at our interaction. We pull away from each other, before he leans back in, quickly pecking my lips.

*Optional but I listened to this song while writing this next part*

“I love this song, Y/n come dance.” Macie almost squeals, grabbing my arm and pulling me from Peter’s embrace. “Was that as good as it looked?”

“God yes.”

Macie smiles at me before mouthing the words ‘she got that rich girl la vibe.’ gesturing to me as I flip my hair over my shoulder, laughing at my best friend. Macies hands fall to my hips, swaying to the beat with me, I place my arms around her neck singing the words with her.

Macie goes wide eyed slightly before letting go of my hips, I raise my eyebrow about to protest her actions before feeling a familiar grip. I tilt my head back, resting on his shoulder grinding my ass against his crotch, his grip tightening on my hips.

“Behave.”

I roll my eyes, spinning around in his embrace, without a second thought I lean forward, kissing up his neck before softly biting his earlobe.

“Make me.” I dont have a second to think before I’m being pulled behind Peter, a smug smile on my face. He drags me through the crowd, banging on the bathroom door before pulling me through the door with him.

His lips are instantly on mine, my back against the door, his fingertips running up and down my sides. I grab his wandering hand, placing it on my boob causing him to groan softly. I bite his bottom lip, pulling back as our eyes lock together. His lips fall to my neck, kissing and biting the skin.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

His compliment causes a shiver to run down my spine, my fingers running through his hair, pulling on his curly locks earning a moan from his lips. The warmth of his body leaves mine, grabbing my hips and picking me up, I softly squeal, shocked how easily he lifted me. Peter places me on the bathroom counter, tugging on top as I pull the flimsy lace fabric from my body, his lips instantly kissing my boobs, swiping his tongue across my nipple.

“Fuck.” I hiss, watching Peter pull my nipple between his teeth. Peter kisses down my body, pulling my skirt up letting it sit around my waist.

“You’re dripping for me.” Peter presses against my clit through the fabric of my g-string. I slowly rock my hips up, attempting to get some friction.

“Needy little girl.”

I whimper at his words, feeling myself become wetter by the second. A gasp falls from my lips as Peter pulls my panties to the side, blowing on my glistening heat.

“Please.” I beg, causing Peter to chuckle. He trails feather light kisses up my thighs before licking a stripe from my core to my clit. On instinct my fingers tangle in his hair, my head falling back against the mirror, mouth agape as moans and gasps fall from my lips like water.

“Yes, fuck.”

Peter slides a finger inside of me, causing my pussy to clench around the contact. His lips cover my clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves earning a hiss from me. Peter adds another finger, pumping in and out of my pussy, my hand slaps across my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure. Peter looks up at me, using his free hand to pull my elbow.

“Let me hear you.”

I flutter my eyes closed, Peter’s lips on my thigh, sucking and biting the skin, his fingers still buried deep inside of me.

“I’m close.”

The second the words escape me, I regret them. Peter pulls away from me, standing to undress himself. Without a second thought I fall to my knees, looking up at him through my lashes.

“Naughty girl.”

My hands fall to his pants, unbuttoning his jeans before hurriedly unzipping them. I palm his cock through his underwear, a breathless moan escaping from his lips. I tug at the fabric, having his help to pull it off. His dick springs free, my breath hitching at the size of him.

I take him in my hand, pumping up and down slowly, swirling my tongue around the head. Peter bites his lip, his fingers brushing through my hair, his eyes focusing on my every move. I lick from the base to the tip before taking him fully in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. The sounds Peter makes cause my pussy to ache, his fingers pull on my hair, helping to guide my mouth. I gag around him as he hits the back of my throat, an unholy sound falling from his lips at the contact.

Peter pulls my mouth off him, pulling me up by my arms, placing me on the counter again. I grab his cock, running it up and down my slit, causing Peter to chuckle.

“Someone’s eager.” I simply answer him by positioning his cock at my entrance, hooking my legs around his waist to pull him into me.

I moan at the feeling of him inside of me, his eyes flutter closed at the contact, moaning at the sensation.

“You feel so good.” I smirk at him, watching his eyes flick to where our bodies meet, his thumb brushing against my clit.

I pull Peter closer to me, locking our lips together as he slides in and out of me, deeper with each thrust, causing my body to tingle, the speed of his thumb picking up before slowing right back down.

I pull away from our kiss, trailing kisses down his jaw, running my tongue down his neck, sucking and biting the skin. Peter grips my ass at the contact of my lips, spanking me hard as I rack my nails down his back.

“Just like that Peter.” I whisper in his ear, softly biting his earlobe as he groans.

“Fucking so good.”

I feel the band inside of me tighten, my pussy tightening around his cock.

“Cum for me, come on baby.” My eyes roll back, shocks of electricity flowing through me, holding onto Peter tight. Peter moans against my shoulder, biting the skin before finding his own release.

Before he pulls out, Peter kisses me, holding my face in his hands.

“You’re incredible.” Blush heats up my cheeks as he pulls out of me, hissing at the loss of contact. Peter and I both get dressed quickly, walking back out to the party, moving through the crowd to find Macie and Tyler.

I lock eyes with Macie as her mouth falls open, quickly rushing over to me and pulling me away from Peter.

“You had sex.”

“Shh, don’t tell the whole party.”

Macie rolls her eyes, moving my hair over my shoulder before wincing.

“Have fun explaining that one to your dad.”

I go wide eyed slightly, turning to the hallway mirror and seeing three hickies on my neck.

“Fucking hell.”

Macie chuckles at my expense, pulling me with her to go back to Peter and Tyler. I frown my brows, Tyler now by himself.

“Uh, where did Peter go?” I question as Tyler shrugs. I quickly look around the living room, my eyes landing on Peter watching him slip out the front door without a word.

“Did he just leave?” Macie asks almost dumb founded.

“Guess so.”

“Don’t beat yourself up Y/n, just be lucky you didn’t sleep with Peter, he’s a bit of a fuckboy to be honest.” Tyler chuckles as I feel my body fall cold. Tyler looks between myself and Macie, choking on his drink slightly. “You fucked him.”

“I’m going to head home.” I mumble, Macie quickly pulling me into a hug, walking me to her front door, the same one Peter had just ducked out of.

“You can stay.”

“It’s fine Macie, I want to shower and sleep in my own bed.” Macie smiles weakly at me, pulling me into another embrace. “I’ll text you.”

Macie nods in response as I pull my phone out, calling Happy to pick me up.

The next morning I wake up feeling rough, hating that I mixed different alcohol’s and feeling off about having slept with a complete stranger, knowing how unlike me that is.

“Good morning Y/n, your dad would like to see you in the kitchen.” Friday’s voice bounces off my bedroom walls. I groan at the announcement, grabbing a scrunchie to throw my hair up in a messy ponytail. I quickly look over my outfit, sweatpants and a stark industries crop jumper, good enough. I grab a pair of socks before walking out onto the cold tiles.

“Friday summoned me.” I announce walking into the kitchen, seeing my dad and the avengers sitting around the table. “Oh awesome.” I whisper.

“And what time did you get home?”

“Eleven, maybe.”

I open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and sitting on the bench, facing everyone.

“How was the party? You’ll have to tell us everything.” Wanda smiles as I nod.

“Y/n Stark, what is that on your neck?” My dad bellows, standing up and tilting my head, looking at the hickies on my neck.

“Nothing.” I push my dad away as everyone at the table snickers.

“You did tell her to go out and party.” Steve states causing my dad to turn and point at the super soldier.

“Stay out of this Rogers.”

“She’s young Tony, let her enjoy her last few weeks of school.” Nat pipes up causing my dad to tut and sit back down.

‘Thank you.’ I mouth to Steve and Nat as they both smile and nod at me.

“So why do you look like you’re having a meeting?”

“We are welcoming a new member to the avengers.” My dad states, sipping his coffee.

“Right, so why did you want me here for that?”

“Because you haven’t met him yet and you’re both going to be interning for me in a few weeks, thought it might be good to be acquainted.” I nod in response to my dad, taking a sip of my water.

“They’re all waiting for you.” I hear Happy’s voice say as he walks into the room, all of the avengers stand and look behind me, I turn and look over my shoulder, feeling my heart beat pick up, my mouth falling dry.

“Peter.” His name falls from my lips in shock.

Peter’s eyes lock onto me as he swallows harshly.

“Peter, buddy, welcome.” My dad greets him like an old friend, his eyes moving from mine to my dads.

I feel a hand grip my forearm, a gasp pulling me out of my thoughts, I quickly pull out of the grip.

“Get out of my head Wanda.”

“He did this.” Wanda whispers gesturing to my neck, Nat and Steve both looking at me. I hold my finger to my lips, pleading with my eyes.

“How much did you see?” Nat whispers to Wanda. I don’t hear Wanda’s response as my dad calls me over to him. I quickly slip off the bench, Nat with a small smirk on her face. I sigh softly knowing they know.

“You called.”

“Peter Parker, this is my daughter Y/N Stark, she will be interning with you and is typically on our communications for missions.” My dad states as Peter puts out his hand for a headshake, I scoff before accepting his gesture.

“So what’s your ability?”

“He’s Spiderman, isn’t it great to finally put a face to the suit.” My mum says, standing next to Happy. Instantly, everything from last night makes sense, the smirk he had when I whispered, the soft touches, leaving the party abruptly. It all makes sense, he knew what he was doing. He could read me like a fucking book.

“Y/n is very fond of you, she studied your web abilities.” My dad states, causing me to run my hand down my face.

“Ah, well, maybe you should show me what you learnt and I could fill in any blanks.” Peter states, causing my dad to hum in approval.

“Why don’t you do that now while I get paperwork ready for you to sign.” My dad smiles. I feel a hand cup my shoulder, looking to the right and seeing Steve.

“Steve Rogers.”

Peter grabs his outstretched hand, wincing slightly at the grip Steve gives. I slightly elbow the super soldier, knowing Wanda told him what she saw.

“Maybe Banner should go with them, do you want a teenage boy to be left alone with your teenage daughter?” Steve asks, my dad sighs before chuckling.

“Clearly she was with a teenage boy last night, I’m sure Peter here is harmless compared to last night's company.”

I hear Nat and Wanda giggle before passing it off as something else.

“Go.” My dad instructs, I sigh, turning away from him and leading the way to the lab.

The walk to the lab is silent, only my dad’s voice bouncing off the walls asking the group why they’re being weird.

I walk over to my desk, grabbing the file on ‘Web Slinger’ and handing it to Peter.

“Take it.”

Peter’s hand brushes against mine before he grabs the file, sitting in the chair beside mine.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

I scoff, shaking my head. “Oh yeah because you gave me time to tell you.”

Peter sighs, putting the file on my desk before pulling my chair closer to him.

“Could have told me beforehand.”

“It didn’t seem to matter, how was I supposed to know who you were?”

Peter stays quiet, his eyes looking everywhere but mine.

“Not like you stayed afterwards for us to actually have a conversation.”

“I had shit to do, people to save.” Peter states, now looking at me dead in the eyes.

“Fine, I get that but couldn’t you give me your number or some way of contacting you?”

Peter once again stays quiet.

“Did you tell them? Because Captain America seems to be protective.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “No, I didn’t tell them. Wanda Maximoff read my mind, guess she told him.” Peter sighs before I continue, “Look, we can just forget it, okay? You’re a part of their team now and we’re just going to have to move on.”

Peter’s hand falls to my knee, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of my sweatpants.

“What if we don’t move on? What if we start something?”

“Peter, I don’t want you to feel you have to start something because I’m your boss's daughter, if you want to forget it ever happened we can.”

Peter tuts, moving his hand from my knee to my face.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I meant what I said last night, you’re incredible” My heartbeat picks up, butterflies erupting inside of me causing Peter to smirk. “I have an effect on you.”

“Cocky arent you.”

Peter smirks smugly, before brushing his lips against mine.

“If you don’t want to try this, stop me.” Peter hesitates for a few seconds before I close the gap between us, kissing him. Peter’s hands move under my thighs, picking me up from the chair and placing me on my desk.

“Peter Parker!” Peter jumps away from me at the shouting of my dad’s voice. “You two have some explaining to do.”

Peter scratches the back of his neck, looking at me as I shrug lightly.

“Maximoff told me, I should have listened to Rogers, but don't tell him I said that.” My dad walks over to us, grabbing the chair Peter once sat in. “I’m listening.”

Peter takes a deep breath before explaining it all to my dad, leaving out a few details as I but in to fill any holes.

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zendayasfwb · 3 years

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captain and spidey interacting in the comics lol

(btw need this to happen in irl)

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zendayasfwb · 3 years

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Tom Holland’s face when Jimmy Kimmel asks if anyone dies in Infinity War is fucking killing me:

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holy fuck

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lemme say it again louder for those in the back:

if ur ‘reader’ has a name or has a specific description that is not mentioned beforehand then it’s 🗣 NOT 🗣 A 🗣 READER 🗣 INSERT 🗣 FIC!!!!! 🗣

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🍬 uh oh, not again

The entire room is silent, save for Bucky's occasional tapping on the hardwood conference table and Tony's expensive loafers clicking against the smooth floor as he paces back and forth.

Patience wearing thin, Steve lets out a sigh. "They're late, again."

"Give them a few minutes, they'll be here," Natasha responds with humor.

As if on cue, you come bursting through the doors, the glass slamming harshly against the wall as Natasha lets out a chuckle, quietly adding, "See? What'd I tell you."

"Kid!" Tony interrupts Natasha with a shout. "Where have you been?"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. There was traffic on the stair well, but I ran up here as fast as I—"

"We can talk about this after, can we get this meeting started, please?" Steve can't help but snap.

"Grouchy today, aren't you, old man?" Natasha pokes at him, only for him to wave her off with a roll of his eyes.

"Star Spangled Banner is right," Tony starts, turning to the large presentation board as you take a seat. "Alright, let's go. Rodney, mission rep—"

"Uh oh," Bruce looks around the room. "Hold on. Where's the other kid?"

Collective groans could be heard around the room before all eyes are on you.

At the sight of your failed attempt at hiding your smirk accompanied by the shrug of your shoulders as you respond, "I don't know," the groans continue once more.

"Y/n, not again!" Sam complains.

"Kid, what did you do to Peter this time—" Tony begins to chastise.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Peter's strained voice could be heard as he slams the door in the same manner you did moments before. Hands on his knees, Peter's harsh pants fill the room as everyone looks to you with narrowed eyes.

"Peter!" you feign worry, gasping at the sight of him. "What happened to you?"

Peter points an accusatory finger towards you, giving you the deadliest glare he could muster as he yells, "She pushed me down three flights of stairs!"

"You snitch!" you stand up from your seat, arms crossed as you yell at Peter.

"Oh, well, excuse me for not covering your ass after you attacked me!" Peter retorts sarcastically.

"Attacked is such a strong word, you drama queen."

"Alright, alright, break it up—" Steve begins.

"You know what, Tony, this is kind of your fault," Sam muses.

"Excuse me?" Tony gasps.

"The elevators been broken for over a week now, they probably wouldn't have ran into each other on the stairs if—"

"No, no, no. Look at these kids, they're a mess, they would've found some way—" Tony's voice overlaps Sam.

"Well honestly, maybe if Peter wasn't so obnoxious in class today, I wouldn't have felt the need—" you begin to defend your actions.

"Me? Annoying? You're just mad I scored higher on the math test—" Now Peter's voice counters yours.

The entire conference room erupts into a series of shouts, several voices talking over others as Bruce agrees with Sam, commenting on the inconvenience, Rodney coming to the defense of Tony, claiming that the two of you were always like this, and you and Peter ignoring it all, continuing to go at it.

Natasha turns her chair to face Bucky. "Hey, how are you doing?" she starts casual conversation.

Bucky shrugs, "Eh, same old. Therapy's been good."

"Yeah?" Natasha smiles.

The two continue to converse with each other in low voices, immune to the absolute mayhem occurring in front of them.

In the midst of the complete chaos is Steve, head tucked into his hands as he shakes his head back and forth. "Every single weekly meeting, this happens. Every time..."

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THIS IS SO GOOD!!! There is not one part of this i didn’t like!

roadtrip to nowheresville

synopsis: it's the week before everyone goes off to college and the gang decides to go on a roadtrip. now, how does the old mantra go?

all secrets come to light.

pairing: peter parker x bestfriend!reader

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“Jeez. Gwen - would’ya cut the shit? It’s just a lizard!”

The heat in Pennsylvania is no joke. Not when you’re tucked in a tiny mom van with six of your best friends and trucking it 55 miles per hour down the interstate. Not when it’s the middle of summer; a late July bloom that consisted of heat and humidity alike, and made you feel the way one might if they were shoveling sand deep down in the Sahara, despite all of the trees you were passing. And not when your hotheaded blonde of a friend would not, for the love of all that is good and gracious, quit complaining. The plan was simple. Stuff a couple of shirts into a bag, grab some snacks, and just hit the goddamn road. The Osborne’s shared a lake house with another family, who just so happened to be leaving for Germany this summer, which meant you had about 900 acres and a large body of water all to yourselves.

The plan was simple. At least, it was supposed to be.

About a half an hour in, Gwendolyne realized she had forgotten her sunglasses by the border of New York pavement and Pennsylvania green. Ned had misplaced his inhaler and nearly tipped the vehicle over with his rustling - which had turned out to be in his jeans pocket all along - much to Betty’s displeasure. Who, by the way, was engaged in a heated argument with Harry about the nation’s current state of the economy. Who, by the way, was sitting behind the wheel of the van, eyes bolted onto where the bitter blonde resided in the seat behind him.

The only calm among the chaos was Peter, who sat tranquilly in the passenger’s seat, a tender grin on his face as he gazed out the window, one earbud in hand. The other was in yours as you leaned over, pulled the device out of his ear, and offered him a book - “The Heart of a Woman” by Maya Angelou.

Then, as though the start of what should have been the best week of your life before college couldn’t get any worse, the car ran out of gas. Sputtering down the highway until Harry flicked his hazard lights on with a huff and pulled off the road. Whether he did or didn’t made no difference, though; there were no other cars around for miles. The seven of you had to push the damn thing down the road for an hour or two until you found a gas station - and Ned, literally, got down on both knees and kissed the earth beneath him.

Disgruntled now, the Pennsylvania sun is ruthless as its beams prickle over the skin the wife beater that hung lightly on Harry’s shoulders could not cover, flannel discarded and wrapped lazily around his waist. He looked like something straight out of an old James Dean film. Harry shifts his weight against the brick dwelling, arms across his chest, glaring daggers at Gwendolyne. The girl was climbing on Ned’s back, a grip like iron, as the reptilian abomination rested idly on a parking block a few steps away. In other circumstances, the lizard would have been considered cute, but as of current, it is Gwendolyne Stacy’s worst nightmare.

And Harry Osborne’s by extension because he knows she would not shut up about it for the rest of the ride if somebody didn’t do something fast.

“It’s right there! It’s staring at me! Ned! Ned!”

“Yeah...Yeah I see it, Gwen.” Stutters Ned, stiff as a board. His fedora tilts a bit over his eyes. “I really don’t know what you want me to do here.”

Meanwhile, you’re the last to exit the van. Hand your backpack, shuffling to scrape up what few dollars you can for a bottle of water. Then, there’s a noise, a knock once, twice against the window. But it’s not the kind of sound when skin and bone meet glass, no, this is thick. Turning, your eyes meet Peter’s through the glass pane and he offers a smile. The autobiography picture of Maya Angelou smiles as well.

He finished.

“Already?” You ask, a grin as the door slides open.

Peter just shrugs. “S’not like there was anything else to do if I did put it down. Besides, you already know I love everything you put in my hands.”

This was true.

Historically, you and Peter were not necessarily the closest. You know how it is. You know the unspoken agreement between sexes that coexist within a group: boys versus girls. A tale as old as time. Gwendolyne taught you the ropes. She taught you how to pull the Big Apple by the reins and how to drive it straight into the soft part of your heart and hold it down. She took you everywhere - house parties, beach parties, bonfires, the lot. You probably had her to thank for half of your high school experience and especially for the thick skin you developed from riding the subway all those years ago. Michelle reminded you of a safe place. The girl next door quite literally. She lived across the hall from you for your entire life. Michelle Jones was bookswaps and movie marathons and baking nights and everything else you could have ever wanted in a best friend. She knew all of your secrets - including the time you accidentally walked in on Harry Osborne naked - and you knew all of hers.

But despite not being as close to Peter, you still spoke to the boy. The two of you would still meet up at Delmar’s everyday after school - at first, arbitrarily; then, casually - and you still walked home together after. More so, he walked you home after what felt like hours of persistence. And the two of you would still share the books you liked from time to time and you would actually read them even if his taste differed entirely from your own. Peter preferred the adrenaline rush: action and thrillers. He liked the chase. You didn’t. You liked autobiographies and leaving teardrops to bookmark your last page.

Inside the convenience store, Michelle and Betty were moving up and down the aisles, scanning the fridges for drinks. In Michelle’s grasp were two or three cans of Bang! and a bag of potato chips, and a smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth. They were for Harry.

You knew all of her secrets, remember?

“C’mon, let’s see what they have.” Says Peter, then inexplicably, his fingers hook around your wrist and he pulls you down an aisle. The column blurs red and green and purple, and overhead, you can still spot Michelle lingering over by some coke tallboys. She was just that tall.

“Y/N! Hey!” You jerk to face the boy. He gleams with two bags of Warheads - Warheads: Extreme Sour, to be exact - in hand. The squinched caricature on the green bag takes you back to freshman year, sitting on a patch of grass at the front of the school with Peter. Both of you popping a piece into your mouths, waiting for the other to burst. “Warheads!”

“Oh my God.” You can’t help but chortle. You seize the bag from him, fingers brushing his ever so slightly. He still held on as you perused the memory, eyes wide like dinner plates. Then, they scrunch shut. “I can still feel the cuts on my tongue.”

“Maybe things are turning up.”

You lock your gaze onto Peter’s honey browns. The evening sun was beginning to take its rest, a golden sheen creeping over everything in his touch. Peter is gold - inside and out. His freckles spread across his cheeks like stepping stones under a bridge, pebbles in a valley between strong cheekbones and a nose broken one too many times. His curls were acting up, too. They dangled over his forehead in a way that made him look as though he was the star of one of those 80s sci-fi films that involved electricity. Must have been the humidity.

You hitch a brow at him, corner lip tilting lightly. “You seriously believe that?”

“Well, Gwen’s quiet now. So I’d like to think so.” He nods over to the window pane. The blonde is back in the passenger’s seat now, eyes fluttering shut, as Harry finished buckling her in. They must have gotten rid of the lizard.

“Well what’dd’ya know.” You snort. “Things just might be.”

Gwendolyne stole his seat. At least, it’s what you tell yourself. Everyone else is settled in their original seats, occupied with the provisions acquired from the gas station. You had actually managed to forage enough coins to purchase a water bottle, and the bag of Warheads Peter bought for you to share sits between you now.

Because Gwen stole his seat. That’s why he’s sitting beside you.

It’s what you’re telling yourself.

Your feet are propped against the headrest, Spongebob on your socks dancing as you wiggle your toes, back and forth, back and forth. Your nose is tucked in another Stephen King, Peter’s recommendation, but there’s an element in the novel that felt an awful lot like deja vu. Of course, it would be in the author’s nature to elicit whatever unease that had been brewing within you, all for the sole purpose of reminding you of what humanity in its rawest form is like. Absorbed, you nearly miss the sudden weight against your shoulder, the bushel of brunette that ghosts over your cheek and sends a bag of rocks down to the pit of your stomach. His book, your recommendation, rests on his lap, and from your peripheral, you can see him wrestling with sleep beneath long eyelashes.

You nudge your shoulder a bit. “Sleep. We won’t be there for another hour.”

Peter jolts up at this, palms his face over. He’s like a vacuum in the way he makes for a quick inhale and rubs desperate slumber from his eyes. When his gaze meets yours, it’s tired and it’s dazed. He smiles then; he was always smiling.

“No. No, I’m fine. Totally awake.” Says Peter, a low rumble at the back of his throat.

Just then, Michelle turns over and squints her eyes when they lock onto yours, inexplicably. You glare back. She had something of a simper plastered across her face as she discards the last of her earbuds, and you recognize it almost instantaneously. Be careful: the quiet ones are usually the most dangerous.

“Hey guys, Parker’s breaking the rules. He’s falling asleep.” Declares Michelle, beguiled. “We better do something.”

“I am not falling asleep!” Cries Peter, and look, he’s not.

Betty lets out a groan then. Her headband couldn’t restrain the vein protruding out of her forehead. “Peter, rules of the road! We all agreed to stay awake to get the full effect of the trip.” She says his name the way she says Ned’s whenever he begins his Star Wars tangents.

Silence, save for the droning of tires against asphalt as the van begins to pick up speed. Peter rocks his head back until he hits the headrest, eyes closed shut, a slow drag of an exhale out his nose. But he’s not asleep, no, he’s in too much trouble to even consider falling asleep now. Then, from the driver’s seat, Harry chimes in, “I have a suggestion.” His tone is slung heavy with something serpentine. “Let’s clear the air. We all won’t be seeing each other for, at least, the next four years, right? Statistically speaking. We should get everyone out, here and now, before we never see each other again.”

In the mirror, you catch that familiar glint of mischief latent in his eyes, an innocent shade of brown conjuring up something so wicked, they’re red.

Harry winks at you then, and your chest heaves. “No.” You all but blurt, “Seriously, you guys, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

But your voice was already drowned out by the hums of consideration that filled the vehicle. There’s a subtle exchange between Michelle and Harry. She reaches over and punches him square in the shoulder, and he lets out a laugh. Betty makes a noise.

“I’ll bite.” She shrugs, then faces her boyfriend. “Do you remember when we went on our first date. The movie theater? And I said I liked your hat? Well, I lied. I hated it, Ned. I hate your fedoras.”

Ned and Betty agreed to stay friends by the end of the summer, going off to different colleges and all. The first shot is fired. Blood has been drawn. You’re searching for No Man’s land now.

All but fuel to a dumpster fire it became. Once during an impromptu sleepover, Ned used Peter’s toothbrush, Harry and Brad Davis used to bet to see who could score your number first - spoiler: it was Harry - Michelle used to charge people if they wanted to copy Peter’s biology homework during freshman year, and Peter once devised an entire plan to impress Liz Allan but ended up with one of her bras instead. He swears it was an accident.

Michelle gasps, aims a finger toward you. “Harry and Ned used to high-five each other every time Y/N wore a white tank-top to school!”

Mouth agape, you cross your arms over your chest. It seriously didn’t help the fact that you were wearing one now. “Gross!”

From the driver’s seat, there’s a chuckle. White-hot fury surges through you. Through gritted teeth, you seethe, “Yeah? Well, Gwen and Harry made out in Liz’s bathroom at some party last year.”

“No, we didn’t!” Harry spits back.

Something of a shit-eating grin slides across your face. “No, I think I remember it quite clearly. Gwen literally came floating out of the bathroom - hammered to all high hell. Right up to me and told me the whole damn thing.”

And as though right on cue, Gwendolyne shifts awake. She hums, rubs sleep from her eyes, and the entire car breaks into laughter. “What.” Chirps Gwendolyne. She twists in the polyester, seat belt pulling after her. Her palm grips onto the headrest, her knuckles burn a bright white. “What’s going on?”

Then, Betty brings her up to date on the lot, and her confusion crumbles away. Instead, she gleams. “Oh, yeah, we totally did that! Harry tried to use some pick up line on me. I think he said-”

A wave of realization rushes through your arms, shoots through your fingertips. You giggle, “Here I am. What’re your other two wishes!”

The noise in the van crescendos.

Harry snorts.

“Shut it, Y/N. You’ve been in love with Parker for ages.”

Silence again. Your heart drops down to the pit of your stomach. The great battle of Philadelphia has come to an end.

It’s nightfall by the time you arrive.

Everyone is quiet - mostly. No one graced enough to brave bringing up the incident in the car, the one where Harry split you open by the chest till you were nothing but skin and bone and a beating heart. Scanning the place that chanted, Here, here, Peter Parker and all my love lies here! There was a chill that ran between the space where you and Peter broke apart, and if he ever looked at you, you wouldn’t have known. Your eyes were set, firmly, on the world outside.

You’re the first to claim a room - the one with the best view. There’s a balcony, and the lake is a glistening chrysalis of baby blue, silhouettes of sycamore trees sprouting along the shore. Below you, your friends have sparked a fire, the lot of them bundled up to fight the nippy summer breeze. Just for something to do, you count the tops of their heads. One, Ned. Two, Betty, Three and four, Michelle and Harry. Five, Gwen.

Six -

“Hey. Can we talk?” Your stomach churns at the sound of his voice. Gentle and calm, like he had a secret to share. He has a book in hand. “You disappeared pretty quickly back there.”

You shrug. “Well, y’know, had to pick the best view before Gwen.”

Peter chuckles, lip quirked slightly. Then, he shrugs a shoulder, nods over it toward the door. “Mine’s just across the hall.”

“Oh.”

His smile swells. “Yeah, oh.”

Crickets. Peter moves to take a step forward when his gaze drops to your shoulders. You’re tense, you had been since he appeared. He stays put.

“You comin’ down to the bonfire later?” Asks Peter.

“Osborne gonna be there?” You snort.

“He’s cooking.”

“Then, no.”

Peter laughs again, but it’s softer, quieter this time. “I’ll bring you up a plate.”

“I’d like that.” You nod.

His eyes look golden in the pale moonlight. Always, always the golden boy. Quiet still, your eyes shift to the book in his hand. It’s none of the ones you’d read in the car.

This one is new.

You raise nothing more than a finger. “That for me?”

“Oh - yeah. Yeah.” “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee. A classic, the classic. A grin, a piercing feeling you know why it’s here. Why he’d given it to you. You start for the first page when Peter stutters, “Just do me a favor, and don’t open it up until I leave this room, alright?”

“Sure.”

He smiles then. There’s a hint of hesitation on his face, and you’re certain there’s a semblance of a similar feeling on yours. Before either of you can even act on it, Peter makes a noise, turns on his heels and leaves the room.

Attention on the book now, you flip open to the first page. You’re met with his handwriting; quick and sloppy, and it reminds you of all the times you tried to copy his homework but couldn’t.

You don’t even realize your eyes are brimmed with something close to nostalgia until a teardrop falls onto the page.

Freshman year, English class. I sat a couple of desks behind you. The back of your head just looked so pretty in those braids, I had to know what your voice sounded like.

Who’d have thought we’d ever end up here?

Thanks for being the first friend I made, and thanks for sticking with me ever since. You’re gonna kick ass in California!!!

Don’t miss me too much, I promise to SWING by every once in a while.

- Peter

There’s a burning at the back of your throat and in your ears. Inexplicably, you bring a hand up to your face and you don’t even realize that you’re crying until the faintest noise slips from your lips. You sob into your hand. In fact, you sob for a while. Then, sucking in all your pride, you make your way down stairs. Outside, everyone else is paired up on a log, sitting before the fire. Except for Peter. His brow is quirked at the sight of you, then he offers a smile.

The space next to him is empty.

Gwendolyne must’ve stolen his seat again.

Honestly, she must’ve.

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