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Ablaze - Peter Parker x Villian!reader Pt. 3

Warnings: PTSD nightmares, anxiety, survivor’s guilt, swearing, 

Summary: Peter, Ned, MJ, and you have a study/movie night while parents are out.

A/N: I know Michelle’s last name isn’t Watson, I kinda wanted to smush MCU and Sony’s MJ together. I think it’s a fun idea. 

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since your last run-in with Spider-Man, two weeks since you moved homes, two weeks since you met Peter and his friends. Two weeks.

You are honestly surprised things haven’t gone awry yet. MJ and you have gotten closer, staying up past midnight just talking. You and Peter exchanged numbers your second day, and you’ve been texting whenever you can. You and Ned have connected on deeper levels than you thought you would. You went to MJ’s writing club that Betty, Ned, and Peter, surprisingly, were a part of.

Everything was going amazingly perfect, and to be honest with yourself, you’re the happiest you’ve been in a long time. So, of course, you are smiling and laughing along to the jokes and chatter at your lunch table, feeling so unbelievably carefree. 

“Wait! You said what to Ms Joseph?!” You couldn’t believe that Peter had talked back to a teacher, which was making him laugh nervously at your reaction. 

“I just told her she should stop talking about her cat because nobody cares! We have mid-terms soon and I was already tired and she was just- ugh. You know?” Peter was munching on apple slices between his words while you, Ned, and MJ were laughing at his punishment- cleaning her classroom desks after school. 

“Okay, how about instead of hanging out right after school because of the rebel Peter here, how about we meet at my place later? Movie and ‘studying’, there’s probably some junk food in the pantry.”

“But what about parents, MJ? It’s a school night, I doubt they’ll let us have friends over.” You squinted your eyes as she shrugs.

“They said they were gonna be out of town until Thursday, remember?”

“I mean, I’m cool with it if you are. I’ve just got the Stark internship first.” Peter sighs and you can tell he’s exhausted by it.

“Same here, except no internship. I’m just cool with going.” Ned chortles and nudges Peter’s shoulder.

“Then it’s settled. 7 at our apartment, bring blankets. We’re gonna make a fort.” MJ crosses her arms on her chest, clearly satisfied with her decision. 

The rest of the day dragged on, the only good class, chemistry with Peter, had passed so you were bored and lonely for the rest of your classes. The end of the last class approached eventually, and you were more than happy to finally get to Blaze in the warehouse.

You sent a quick text to MJ as always, making up some excuse as to why you’d be late home. Today’s fib was that you were job searching in the area. She responded with a vexatious text, “Don’t be late for movie night with Ned and Peterrrrrr!”

Great. Now I’m gonna be distracted by ‘Peterrrrrr’.

You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile at the thought of him. You had bonded over the fact you both don’t have parents, you both love photography, you both love gummy worms. You could go on about him for ages, but you were snapped from your thoughts when Blaze’s voice echoed through the warehouse.

“You seem a bit preoccupied today, Phoenix. You might want to take a day off?”

“No, no. I’m fine. Just lost in thought, I’m fine.” You waved your hand dismissing his concern, changing into your suit. Once you masked your face, you turned to your phone, checking for any last messages.

Hey, Sunshine. So, for movie night, want me to bring gummy worms?

You smile to yourself looking at his message. You type back a quick, “Yes please!” and realise that maybe MJ was right about Peter. Maybe.

“Y/N. You need to get started on today’s target. We’ve only got a 30-minute window.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry. Give me a background.” You’ve honestly started taking a bit longer to fire up lately. Anger was your main fuel source, but now you feel happiness more than any other emotion. You shake off the anxiety about your condition and focus on Blaze’s voice.

“37-year-old male, lives in the downtown district, he has numerous arson charges dating to at least 4 years ago, yet he has never been convicted. People believe he pays off the judges and juries.” 

“God, what’s wrong with this world?!” With a burst of flames and flash of smoky memories, you become the Phoenix. “Let’s get this fucker.” 

You make your way to the downtown area, searching for the unlucky, but deserving, man. It had been 10 minutes of searching before Blaze points him out to you. You look below you to an alley, your target was holding what looked like his arson kit: matches, lighter, fire-starter. You were about to catch him red-handed. You drop to a nearby rooftop, cooling your flames, keeping a close eye on him.

“Blaze, what’s the best option for this situation?” You ball your fists, relieving a bit of anger. 

“Depends if you want him dead or if you want him to not commit arson anymore.” 

“I want him to feel what the families felt when burning in their homes.” 

“You might cause a scene.” You roll your eyes, clenching your fists as the man starts to open his backpack. 

“I don’t care. I want him to pay.” You just about feel the flames coming out with each breath. People like him were the reason you are who you are today.

“Spider-Man has been on surveillance today.” 

“Nearby?”

“No, but-”

“I don’t care then. I’ll take him somewhere less public and finish him off there.”

   “Knock him out, there are 3 buildings in the area that are shut down. Take him out there.” 

3 buildings outline in the distance and you go for the farthest right.

“It’s go time.” You jump from the ledge and land gracefully outside the alley, poking your head around the corner. 

“Phoenix, you might want-” 

“Shush.” 

You ignore Blaze in your ear and round the corner, walking towards the arsonist. His back is to you, and you create a flame in your hand, raising it to knock him out. You let your hand fly, but before the blow lands, someone catches it from behind you, making the pyromaniac jump away.

“Fighting fire with fire I see?” Spider-Man’s voice comes from behind you and you use your energy boost that always seems to work, but this time, Spider-Man stays put. 

“The hell?” You thrash around to face him, but nothing seems wrong with him. That should’ve done something to him. 

“Finally got around to fire-proofing my suit. It was long overdue.” 

“Blaze.” You murmur, but Spider-Man’s eyes squint, he heard you talking to someone.

“Phoenix, your flames are low and the pyro is gone. You need to get out of here. Spider-Man is a threat right now.” 

“Let go!” You do another flame burst, leaving you gasping. Spider-Man releases you go but stays close, his left arm on his ribcage, his right pointing his web-shooter at you. 

What’s happening to me?

You look at your hands where flames are slowly dwindling and dying out.

“You need to stop hurting people.” Spider-Man messes with his web-shooter combo, possibly changing to ice webs, his left hand clutching his lycra suit. 

“They hurt people first. I simply stop them from continuing.” 

You try to hide your nerves on getting out of the situation unscathed, thinking of the fire that killed your family, the awful foster homes, the criminals you fight. After a moment, the heat has returned to your body and you ball your fists, feeling embers forming.

“And you just let one get away.” You articulate through gritted teeth, your fury now directed at Spider-man. 

“He’s going to court in 2 days. He left his bag.” He tries to reason with you, but you aren’t listening to him. All you can feel is rage boiling in your gut. He takes a few limping steps towards you, but you aren’t having it.

“Get away from me!!” You shot out flames to the ground around him, forming a dusty smoke that covered the alleyway. With this as your cover, you sprinted a few streets down to fly off to the warehouse, checking over your shoulder every few minutes for Spider-Man. 

You quickly change and clear your mind of events that just took place. You check your phone and see that you have an hour and a half to kill before heading home. You decide to take a visit to the Queens cemetery.

Deep breaths, Y/N. Deep breaths.

You reach the three granite graves, kneeling at the smallest one in the middle.

“I know it’s been a while guys. I’m sorry for not coming back sooner, life has been crazy. I’ve got a new foster home and they are pretty awesome people. They’ve got a daughter my age and we’ve gotten pretty close. I have a few friends at my new school and I met a boy. His name is Peter. He’s a pretty great guy. I wish you guys were here to meet all of them.” 

You’ve never talked about being the Phoenix to them, nor do you want to. If they really are watching over you, then they already know. No use in inadvertently letting your identity be known to an unsuspecting person visiting a grave.  

You continued to talk about life to your family’s grave for around 45 minutes, being interrupted mid-story of the ‘Flash encounter’ by MJ asking where you are.

I’m on my way back, I made a pit stop somewhere after job searching.

“I’ve got to go, but I’ll be back. I love you guys.” You give one last look to your family’s graves before finally heading back to the apartment to have a movie night with friends.

You made it back to the apartment with 20 minutes to spare. With MJ setting everything up, insisting she didn’t need help, you decided to get changed and refreshed after your climactic afternoon.

After washing your hands, you look at your reflection in the mirror. Dark eye circles, soot and dust in various places, lips cracked, just messy. You start by taking your hair out of your face, then get to work on fixing your appearance. You wash your face, put on chapstick, and concealer on any forming bruises and under your eyes.

That looks better.

You finish off your look by changing into a pair of plaid pyjama pants and a plain black tee. Nobody was there yet, so you decide to write a few poems and journal entries while you wait. About 10 minutes later, the doorbell rings, making you jump and close your notebook.

Your feet drag on the carpet heading to the door where MJ was already welcoming Ned in.

“Hey, Ned.” You plop down onto the couch, on top of the blankets and pillows MJ had piled for the fort. 

“Peter here yet?” Ned sets down a Star Wars pillow by the couch and joins you on the mass of bedding. 

“Nope. Maybe the internship ran late?” You pull out your phone and shrug. “I could text him if you want.” 

“Sure, yeah.” MJ clambers into the room with her arms full of chips, candy, and popcorn when Ned responds. 

“Alright, food is here. We can start building on the fort while waiting for Pete.” 

Hey. Ned’s already here, just checking in. Did the internship run late?

With no immediate response, you get to work with Ned and MJ, joking and chatting about whatever comes to mind. Around 5 minutes later, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Hey, sorry. Yeah, internship ran late and I’m on my way now.

Okay, don’t forget the gummy worms! :D

I could never. :p

“Is that Peter? What’d he say?” Ned seems a bit on the overdramatic side when he noticed you texting, you slowly lost your cheesy smile when you answered. 

“Yeah, he’s on his way.” Ned sighs and MJ looks at you both with a not too subtle side-eye. “Internship ran late is all.”

“Cool, well, come on and help finish the fort!” MJ beckons you and Ned over to help her pull a blanket over the top of chairs. 

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2 hours prior- Peter’s thoughts are bold and italicised.

Peter watches Phoenix from a nearby roof as she walks into an alley that has the same pyromaniac Peter was about to bust.

Oh, god. Here we go again.

“Karen, does the fireproofing on the suit work?” Peter talks to his AI while jumping to the ground below and quietly walks behind her, watching her every move.

“It should to an extent. Be careful, Peter.” Her kind voice quiets as he realises you are about to kill or severely injure the man.

Without a moment to lose, he grabs Phoenix’s hand, causing the pyro to jump and run towards the opposite end of the alley. 

“Fighting fire with fire I see?” Peter tosses in sarcasm as Phoenix starts to overwhelm the area with heat. 

Please, fireproofing work!

Phoenix releases a burst of flames from her, but the suit and Peter stay put, unharmed.

“The hell?” Phoenix twists to face Peter, clearly confused as to why she did no damage. 

“Finally got around to fire-proofing my suit. It was long overdue.” 

“Blaze.” She tries to be quiet enough so Peter can’t hear her, but with his senses, he heard her talking. 

That must be the AI she took.

Peter’s left hand holding hers starts to burn, the fireproofing losing vigour. He grimaces, about to let go when she releases another burst of fire and yells for him to let go of her.

Peter’s now burnt hand stays close to his body, hoping Karen can do something to stop the pain.

“I’ve put a cooler on this section of the suit. Your hand is severely burned, Peter. You’ve got to get out of there.” 

Phoenix looks at her hands, the flames diminishing, and Peter can hear her heart rate start to grow.

This is my chance. I can try and reason with her again.

“You need to stop hurting people.” Peter changes his webs to the ice ones, while his left hand is clutching the cooler part of his suit.  

“They hurt people first. I simply stop them from continuing.” Her voice seems a bit less sure than usual, maybe he can get through to her. 

But after a moment of silence, Peter can see the flames return to her eyes and fists, his eyes widening.

This isn't good.

“And you just let one get away.” Phoenix grits her teeth, hatred flowing through her words. 

“He’s going to court in 2 days. He left his bag.” Peter resorts to excuses why it was okay to let him go, subconsciously taking a few steps closer to her figure, dizzy from the pain.

“Get away from me!!” All Peter sees are flames shooting at his feet, so he tries to get out of the way, but fails as a smokescreen covers the area. He starts to cough, losing vision, pain overtaking his thoughts.

“Peter. There’s a wall 5 feet behind you. Climb up it and out of the smoke, your lungs are being damaged.” 

“Right. Yeah, yeah.” He coughs, finding the wall with his right hand, scaling it quickly, reaching the rooftop only to see Phoenix flying away. 

“Dammit.” He lays on his back, his feet and hand flooding with pain.  “Karen, how long will it take to heal this?”

“At least 20 hours for your hand, the burn is somewhat severe. Your feet should heal in about an hour.” Peter exhales sharply, remembering his plans for the evening. 

“Can I do anything to... to speed it up?” His voice was desperate, praying there was something he could do to fix it. 

“You have a second-degree burn. For a normal person, it would take weeks to heal.”

“Is- is there anything I can do to hide it?” He slowly stands, ignoring the pain pulsing through his body. 

“You can bandage your hand loosely and carefully.” 

“Right, yeah.” He walks to the roof’s edge facing his apartment. 

May isn’t home until 7 tonight, I don’t need her freaking out about this.

He shoots a web to a nearby building and starts his travel back home, wincing every time he releases a web from his left hand. Within 15 minutes, Peter is sat on his bathroom counter, the top half of his suit a mass on his lap, ACE bandage in his right hand.

“Oooh. Okay. Okay.” Peter’s cheeks display a deep pink as he holds his breath, listening to Karen instructing how to wrap his burned hand.

“Deep breath, Peter. Remember, wrap loosely.” Karen’s gentle voice fills his head while his hands shiver with nerves. 

Peter fixes the wrap over his wrist, cautiously working his way to his burn-cream-covered hand. His bares his teeth and freeing a shaky exhale, finishing the wrap around his thumb. He hops off the counter, his feet holding almost no residual pain, and strips the suit off him completely. Peter looks to the mirror, barely recognising the disorder of a boy as his own reflection. His hair was dishevelled, purple half-moons under his bloodshot eyes, dirt layered in various sections of his face.

“God...” Peter turns the faucet on and splashes water onto his face, tears mixing in. “What’s happening to me?”

Peter can’t help but snap; turns out holding in emotions for a prolonged time doesn’t quite work out the way he thought it would. Peter’s good hand goes to his hair, backing himself to the wall, choked sobs escaping his lips as he starts to slide to the floor. Once his body makes contact with the tile, Peter’s sobs grow into loud weeping intakes of breath, his knees pull to his chest, his head resting on them.

God, not now. Not now.

Peter’s breathing becomes erratic, anxiety slamming into him like a train. His thoughts speed around his head, smashing into his skull and each other with no true purpose. His hands start to shake vigorously, his limbs feeling paralysed from his hyperventilating, his head spinning provoking him to screw his eyes shut, trying to remember how to breathe.

Come on Peter. I see the tiles on the floor, I see the cabinets, I see the sink, I see my feet, I see the shower.

Peter feels his breathing start to even, his extremities still tingle with lack of oxygen, so he continues the routine Pepper taught him.

I feel the cold tile, I feel my breath on my knees, I feel the wrap on my wrist, I feel my hair on my forehead.

His limbs start to feel normal, now that his breathing has calmed a bit.

I hear the air in the vents, I hear my phone vibrating?

Peter looks to the counter where his phone was buzzing with a text notification. He takes one more deep breath and reaches for the phone, seeing a text from Y/N.

Hey. Ned’s already here, just checking in. Did the internship run late?

Peter sees the time and jumps from the floor, running to grab a jumper and jeans from his dresser. He quickly pulls the clothes onto him, being careful of his hand. He sprints back to the bathroom, gelling his hair back to its normal placement, then splashes cold water onto his face again, and brushes his teeth. Once he gave himself one last look over in the mirror, he gave a shaky sigh reaching for his phone again.

Hey, sorry. Yeah, internship ran late and I’m on my way now.

Okay, don’t forget the gummy worms! :D

Shit. Almost forgot gummy worms.

I could never. :p

Peter locks his phone and puts it in his back pocket, running to his dresser to grab the package of gummy worms he bought earlier. He takes one last composing breath before walking out his apartment door and locking it, knocking on the door opposite of his.

“Hey, Peter!” You call from the living room, MJ had opened the door and you were currently pulling blankets into the fort. 

“Hey, guys.” He keeps his hand behind his back, trying to hide it for as long as possible. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“Oh, it’s fine, just glad you got out of the internship at all tonight!” MJ fakes a smile, you can tell there’s some bitterness between them, most likely from the internship. 

“Ned’s in the bathroom if you’re wondering where he is.” Peter drops the gummy worms on the countertop on his way over to you, MJ closing the door behind him. 

“I see you started the fort without me? That’s so-” Peter’s playful voice was interrupted by MJ’s quite shrill one. 

“Peter! What the hell did you do to your hand?!” You immediately poked your head out the fort, Ned also rushing into the room.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Ned looks around the room, while your eyes focused on Peter’s, which seemed to hold guilt. 

“Peter, what happened to your hand?” MJ’s voice was quieter, and she approaches Peter with caution. 

Peter pulls his hand in front of him, hiding it in his jumper’s pocket, but your eyes were quicker than his movements, noticing the sloppy bandaging around his hand. MJ moves into the living room, making Peter face her, along with you and Ned.

“I...just, uhm. I was helping Mr Stark with a project and accidentally hurt my hand. It’s- I’m fine. Promise.” Peter’s eyes glue to the floor, avoiding his friends’ anticipating gazes. 

“Are you sure?” Ned’s voice is gentle, worried. “I mean, you’ve never really shown up bandaged like that.” 

“He’s got a point, Pete. You sure you’re okay?” MJ’s eyes stay locked on Peter’s hidden hand. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m fine, it’s okay.” Peter finally looks at you, your suspicions piling behind your vacant stare. 

Didn’t Spider-Man grab me with his left hand? Peter can’t be him. Stop grasping at straws, Y/N. Stop making excuses to not have friends. Loser. 

“Hey, earth to Y/N! We’re gonna start the movie now, scootch.” MJ shoos you and your thoughts to the side, everyone pushing into the fort. You were wedged between MJ and Peter, Ned to the left of him. Snacks were piled in front of you, popcorn, chips, M&Ms. But of course, Peter had gummy worms hidden in his pocket, waiting to be eaten by the two of you. 15 minutes into Harry Potter: The Philosopher’s Stone, Peter gains the courage to whisper in your ear. 

“I’ve got the goods in my pocket.” Peter snickers into your ear, producing a grin on your face. 

“Perfect.” You reach down to his pocket and open your hand waiting for gummy worms to spill into it. Peter’s fingers brush against yours as he hands you the candy, and you swear, you’ve never felt more flustered from such an innocent touch. “Tha-” Your words are caught in your throat as you had trailed your gaze to his eyes, finding them already trained on you. “Thanks.”

We are literally an inch apart. His eyes are so pretty, ohmygod did he just look at my lips?!

Peter’s stomach is swarmed with butterflies when you match his actions and look at his lips. Both of you continue to stare at each other until the loud “troll in the dungeons” scene comes through the TV, making both of you jump back to look to the screen, ignoring your ‘moment’.

The rest of the movie goes by without another moment quite as intense as that one, except for the occasional hand brush to get gummy worms. Which of course always ended up in one of you pulling your hands away and both of you blushing like maniacs. 

“Alright, alright, it’s still too early for you guys to go home. Agreed?” MJ looks around at everyone, your sitting formation now a circle. 

“I mean I can probably stay until 10, I live pretty close.” Ned shrugs with his words. 

“And I live right outside your door, so I’m good to stay as long as I’m allowed.” 

“What’ve you got in mind, MJ?” You’re genuinely curious as to what she’s up to. 

“We should play spin the bottle but not with kissing, instead, we’ll confess a secret!” 

“Sounds good to me,” Ned says with apathy. “I don’t have anything really juicy though.” 

“That’s alright.” MJ nods then turns to Peter. “How about you? You in, Pete?”

“I, uh, I guess. Sure.” He works a hand through his hair, all eyes on you now.

You had broken out into a cold sweat, none of your secrets are fun, light-hearted ones. Your hands begin to shake with nerves as your eyes dart between your eager new friends, and you don’t know what to say. Your eyes lock on Peter’s, which are filled with concern, maybe some hope, and you don’t know if you could let him down. You can’t let anyone else down. You promised yourself that after Joey. 

Dammit, MJ. 

“Yeah. Sure. I’m in.” You look at your hands in your lap while MJ runs to the recycle, finding a soda pop bottle from pizza night, yesterday. Peter and Ned are having some sort of conversation about Star Wars, but your mind is racing trying to make up some stupid lies for your ‘secrets’. 

“Here we go. I’ll spin it.” You look to the bottle, hoping, begging, praying, for it to not land on you. A breath of relief leaves your lips as it lands on Ned, who is now giggling nervously. 

“I don’t really know what to say...” He looks into his lap before smirking to himself. 

“Oh, come on, now you’ve gotta tell us!” Peter nudges his best friend who slaps his hand away, laughing. 

“Fine, fine. I kinda have-a-crush-on-Betty.” Ned looks at MJ with hopeful eyes, but you’re just confused, you’ve seen Betty on the news channel thing the school has but never actually met her. 

“Betty, like Betty from the weird news thing?” 

“Uh, I mean, yeah.” He looks at MJ again, and she shrugs. 

“You’ve gotta ask her yourself, man. Maybe you can ask her to junior prom.”

“I say go for it.” You lean back on your hands, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. 

“I agree with Y/N and MJ. You two work well together.” Peter laughs nervously, fiddling with his fingertips, the ones without a bandage, anyway. 

Why is he nervous? He only hand-fiddles when he’s nervous. 

“Alright, now that’s settled, I’ll spin it again!” MJ excitedly spins the bottle again, nerves reigniting in you. It starts to slow and ends up between you and Peter. 

“So uh, what happens, what do we do?” Both you and Peter look at MJ with confusion on your faces as she contorts her face in thought. 

“I guess either you two could both share a secret, or you could, I don’t know...” She flips her hair out of her face, wiggling her eyebrows with her words. “Kiss.”

“Ooooh!” Ned whispers, reminding you of a kindergartener. 

You look over to Peter who’s face is flushed like a rose, his eyes wide, and mouth moving like a fish out of water. Sure, you’re flustered, but Peter being flustered is your new favourite thing, just look at his face. 

Adorable. 

“Sorry, uhm, sorry. What?” Peter finally gets words out of his mouth.

“You could take either option. Whatever you want to do, guys.” MJ can’t help the smug smile on her face, she knows you both have certain secrets that don’t need to be shared, for Peter it’s his ‘internship’, and with you, it’s your family. She gave you guys an out, but it was a messy one. 

Of course, you decide to take the latter. But you had an idea of how to lower the possibility of a disaster taking place. 

“Peter, would you be okay with the second option, but away from the eyes of others?” You try your best to make your voice sound chaste, but you’re not too sure if it came across that way, as Peter’s red hue moved to his ears, his eyes widening more, then points a finger at his chest. 

“Wha-? Uh, me? What?” His voice was breathy and confused, maybe this was a bad idea. 

“I mean, sorry we don’t need-” 

“No!” You stopped your rambling and looked at Peter, along with MJ and Ned. 

“I mean, no, we can do that.” He looks at his stirring hands again. “The second option, that is.”

You swallowed thickly, before standing up and reaching for Peter’s hand to help him up. He grabbed it and you waved to MJ and Ned. 

“We’ll be in my room, feel free to continue without us.” You started to make your way down the hall, Peter surprisingly keeping up with your pace with a pep in his step. You slide into your room and close the door behind you, sighing. Before you can tell Peter your plan, he’s spouting gibberish. 

“Hey, uhm, so MJ kinda pressured that, and I don’t want you to think you have to kiss me, and I mean we can just sit here, and pretend like we did- unless you want to tell them we didn’t! I mean, I’m okay with anything and I’m sorry you were put in that situation and-” 

“Pete. Hey, chill. Deep breath.” You had put your hands on his shoulders, interrupting him by entering his vicinity. “I was gonna talk to you to decide on what’s gonna happen, okay? Everything is fine, you don’t need to apologise.” 

“Oh-yeah, yeah. Okay.” He takes a deep breath and you drop your hands from his shoulder, walking around him to your bed. His eyes follow you, but his body doesn’t, so you pat on the bed next to you.

“Come on, it’s alright, I don’t bite.” You giggle as he snaps out of his trance, taking a seat next to you. 

“So, um. What are we talking about?” He avoids your eyes, looking to his lap instead.

“First off, are you sure your hand is okay? Can I take a look?” You just want to squash your suspicions that Peter could be Spider-Man. 

I mean, it makes sense if he was... other than obnoxious personality and that rude interrupting thing he does. But, he works with Iron Man, he’s gone randomly, he hurt the same hand that Spider-Man grabbed me with... God, I really don’t want him to be. 

“I’m fine, promise,” He scratches the back of his neck with his good hand. “And I’d prefer if you didn’t, it kinda hurts to touch.” 

I guess I’m going to have to figure out another way to make sure he isn’t. But, it’s Peter. He wouldn’t lie to me... right?

“Right. Sorry, yeah.” You huff and rub your hands on your pants. “Anyway, I just wanted to escape that situation, I’m sure you did, too.” You breathe out a statement that turned into a question, “I’m sure you don’t want to kiss me?” 

“I do though.” Peter didn’t intend for you to hear, but you did hear his sheepish mumble. 

“Wait, really?” You lean into his direction, knocking your knees with his. “You? Want to kiss me?”

“I- wha- uhm, I mean it’s- it’s you!” He swung his hands up to gesture towards you, his characteristic red blush sneaking to his ears. “Would- would you want to kiss me?” 

“I mean, it’s you.” You copy his words and gestures, but with more grace. 

“Oh.” Peter’s cheeks continued to warm, his eyes moving to his lap, again. 

“Oh?” You can’t decide if he sounded disappointed, did he really change his mind that quickly?

“I just, I didn’t think you would want to kiss me. I mean, me! Peter Parker, the Star Wards nerd, the physics geek. Peter Parker, the awkward loner that can’t even stand up for himself to Flash. Then there’s you. You’re smart. You’re creative. You’re honestly the-the best person I've met in a while, Sunshine. You’re strong and stand up for yourself and others. You’re beautiful inside and out and I just don’t think that-” 

With tears in your eyes and your heart on your sleeve, you jump into Peter’s arms, hugging him taut to your body. His arms tense before wrapping around you gently, his non-bandaged hand rubbing up and down your back. Sobs slowly escape from your throat, no matter how hard you tried to keep them in. 

“It’s okay. Let it out.” Peter’s gentle voice calms you, and you trust him enough to break down in his arms entirely. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

It’s been so long since you’ve let down your walls in front of someone, and it scares you. But nonetheless, tears continue to fall down your cheeks, hands clutching Peter’s shirt, your face in his neck. All you can feel is a pain in your chest, memories flashing in front of your eyes that are screwed shut. 

Memories from childhood, the last time when you were genuinely happy. Memories from your past foster homes. Some, where you felt okay, but the majority of the time, they made you feel even more alone. Constantly reminded that you didn’t, and don’t, have a family anymore. The one house where the people made you feel less than human. You can feel the man’s blows still echoing on your skin, the bruises deep in your muscles. He is one of the reasons you do what you do. 

After a few minutes, you’re not too sure how long exactly, you realise you’ve been sobbing on Peter’s shoulder, and he must feel so trapped and confused. But then why hasn’t he pulled away? His head is on yours, his hand still rubbing your back, quietly cooing that you are alright. Maybe you can be alright with him here now. 

But maybe not.

You pull back suddenly, making Peter jump. You wipe away your tears, collecting any makeup that was on your face, avoiding Peter’s questioning gaze. 

“Alright, so I think we have been in here long enough to convince them,” You stand up, still looking anywhere but at Peter, “Let’s go, yeah?” You toss your thumb towards the door, taking a step in that direction but Peter’s warm hand grabs your uncharacteristically ice-cold one. 

“Hey, are you alright?” You turn to see he’s standing and trail your gaze up to his eyes. They’re glossy, filled with concern, much to your surprise; you thought he’d be weirded out or something of the sort- but then you remember, it’s Peter.

“Yeah. I’m sorry about-” You point to the bed and put an imaginary circle around it, releasing a shaky, post-cry breath.  “-that. You didn’t ask for me to have a psychotic outburst on you. You probably think I’m an emotionally unstable weirdo.” 

“No, no, no. Sure, I wasn’t expecting it, but it’s fine. I understand. What’s going on? Why do you think that was psychotic? Crying’s normal. I promise I don’t think you’re weird or crazy because letting down walls like that is so brave.” His hand tightens around yours, his bandaged hand settling on the side of your neck, while his eyes soften looking into yours. “Sunshine, you can talk to me about anything. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I feel like I’ve known you such a long time. We’ve got a connection, right? It’s not just me?” 

You look at your hand held protectively in his. You meet his eyes again and your voice is but a whisper; “It’s not just you, Pete.” You give him a soft smile, watching his eyes glance down to your lips again, his face inches closer to yours, the distance is almost closed, then you hear a yell from the doorway.

“Aha!!” The door slams open to show MJ and Ned far too excited for nothing. You and Peter quickly jump apart, and you clear your throat, glancing towards Peter’s blushed face. “Damn, Ned, I owe you 10 bucks.” 

“Huh?” You quirk your brow, arms across your chest. 

“I told MJ she wasn’t going to catch you and Peter kissing, she was convinced she was, so 10 dollar bet,” Ned explained, shrugging his shoulders. “I won.”

“Obviously, cuz, uh, we weren’t kissing.” Peter rubs the back of his neck with his statement.

“Yeah. Um, we were just talking.” Your voice was laced with confidence, while your body language radiated a lack of.

“Right. Anyway, I have to go home. It was fun, thanks for the invite, guys!” Ned waves and everyone nods as he walks to the front door. 

“Alright, I should probably... get going, too.” Peter turns to you, eyeing your face before starting over to the front door. 

You and MJ follow the two boys, exchanging some quick goodbyes before MJ pretty much kicks them out of the door. You get one more glance at Peter, and notice he mouthed a quick, ‘I’ll text you.’ You give him a quick smile and nod before MJ slams the door and smiles excitedly.

“Did you guys kiss?!” MJ squeals, grabbing your forearms. 

“No, we didn’t.” You pull away and tuck your hair behind your ear, walking towards your room. “Like we told you, we were just talking.” 

“You seemed awfully close for just talking.” MJ shrugs her eyebrows suggestively, making you roll your eyes. 

“And you seem awfully pushy for how late it is.” You close your door, hearing MJ groan. “Goodnight!” You drag the word out, jumping onto your bed, unplugging your phone to see a text notification.

I should probably go to bed, but I really don’t want to. 

You smile before typing a response to Peter, all your worries of earlier’s outburst of emotions erased from your consciousness. 

Why’s that?

Peter decides to pull out his confident side, still running his tongue nervously over his lips, his fingers shakily tapping his keyboard.

I almost kissed the girl I really like today. 

Your heart flutters as you read the text, confirming what happened in your room before you were so rudely interrupted. 

Oh? Well, I almost kissed the boy I really like today. 

Peter lets out a shaky sigh and types the question that’s been hogging the back burner in his brain for a while now. 

Can I take you out on a date? A real one, where we can talk and hang out and maybe not get interrupted?

You bite your lip, trying to conceal your excited smile from the walls of your room. 

I’d love that. Maybe noon Saturday, at the coffee shop on 12th?

It’s a date. :)

Perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow, Pete.

Peter smiles uncontrollably, his nerves dissipate, excitement filling the void they left behind. 

See you tomorrow, Sunshine. Goodnight.

Goodnight. :)

With a smile splitting your face and a sweet blush on the apples of your cheeks, you drop your head into your pillow, feeling the most content and normal you have felt in years. 

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[petertomspidey]

Ablaze -  Peter Parker x Villain!reader Pt. 2

Warnings: Swearing, injuries, anxiety, PTSD, self-hatred, mentions of death, big fluff.

Summary: Peter and reader get closer. (nicknames are cute *wink wonk*)

A/N: bold italics are thoughts. Bold is narration.

“Peter. Peter Parker.” A large smile creeps on your face and you immediately turn around to see the espresso-haired boy from the day before.

“Hey, Peter.” You can’t help but feel a kaleidoscope of butterflies swirl in your stomach as he (not so subtly) looks you up and down.

“You two know each other?” MJ seems genuinely confused as she points a finger between you both.

“Oh, I uh, ran into her yesterday.” Peter plays with his fingers, which you’re now guessing is a nervous twitch of his.

“He physically ran into me. Gotta point that out.” You add, giggling as Peter looks to his feet, smirking at the memory.

“Sounds about right for Pete.” MJ chuckles and Peter jokingly hit her arm and rolls his eyes.

“Shut up. I’m not normally that clumsy-” Peter seems as if he’s going to ramble on before MJ cuts him off.

“No, you are, dork.” Peter scoffs in response and you chortle. “Well, I’ll leave you guys to tour, I’m gonna find Ned and go to homeroom.”

“Alright.” Peter and you jinx, and instantly lock eyes, only for a second, because Peter quickly finds interest in the tiled floor.

“See ya, MJ.” You call after her, and she sends a peace sign your way.

“So, where are you taking me on this tour first?” You turn back to Peter, catching him ogling at you. His cheeks turn scarlet, and of course, it brings on his stutter.

“I- I- I’m gonna, gonna show ya, the um,” He clears his throat as if his stutter was just something lodged in his throat. “The cafeteria. Then I’ll show you to your first class, maybe take a few pit-stops along the way.”

His words hurry out of his mouth, all jumbled together, but you somehow still understood him. You give an accepting smile and link elbows with him.

“Lead the way, Parker.” He seemed to have shut down for half a second- he was probably not expecting you to be this close to him, maybe mentally checking if he remembered deodorant today.

You were guided down the halls of the school, stopping for an occasional, ‘This is the chemistry lab.’ ‘That’s the nurse’s office.’ ‘This is the good drinking fountain.’ Your personal favourite stop, however, was the library. Once he had said the word, you immediately yanked his elbow and dragged him into the room.

“Why are we going in here? I haven’t finished the tour, Y/N.” He was sheepish, especially when the librarian gave in the side-eye.

“Because I love books. Fun fact about me, Peter; I really love writing and reading.” You release his elbow, not giving notice to the huff of air he let out, you were too occupied looking through the shelves for your favourite authors.

“Good to know. We can only stay for a bit longer though, class starts in 10 minutes and I still have to show you my table in the cafeteria. So you know where to find me and don’t need to sit by yourself.” He winces at his forwardness inviting you to lunch with him, mentally kicking himself for assuming you’d be alone, as well. You twist on your heel, walls flying up.

“You must really pity the new girl, huh? You don’t need to invite me to sit with you, I’m pretty comfortable with the idea of being alone.” Your tone was cold, a nice contrast to your overheated body. Not desiring to burst into flames, (especially around books), you take a calming breath and start to walk towards the library’s exit.

Peter goes wide-eyed at your sudden change in mood, opening and closing his mouth like a fish as you walk straight by him.

“Y/N!” He speedwalks (no running in the halls of course) to catch up to your pace, and puts his hand on your shoulder. “Hey, wait.” When you still don’t turn towards him, he brings his hand down to yours. His voice grows worried, his eyes softening when he feels your feverish heat.

“Are you okay? You’re really warm...” You control yourself and lower your temperature, hoping he doesn’t question further.

“I’m fine, Peter. Want to finish the tour?” You take your hand from his and cross your arms over your chest.

“Uhm. Yeah- uh, but I- I...” He looks to the floor, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I don’t pity you, I promise. I actually, um, I think you’re really, really cool. You like books and you laugh at my stupid jokes and you have pretty eyes and you’re funny and nice and smart and are pretty much a ray of sunshine.”

Both of your guys’ cheeks are flamed up, blushing madly from his rambling mess of words. You can’t help but break into a big smile, watching his eyes trail up to yours. He actually keeps eyes contact this time, and you’re the one to break away.

“I’m a ray of sunshine? And you think my eyes are pretty?” You’ve never felt so mushy inside than in this very moment. Peter starts to fiddle his fingers again, watching them twist and turn, praying his hands don’t stick together-because apparently when spiders are nervous, they’re more sticky. You look to his hands before scanning his face again.

Definitely a nervous tick.

“I uhm- yeah, uh, you are, and you do.” Peter’s stutter makes you smile, he’s so awkwardly adorable.

“Well, thank you, Pete. I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier, nobody’s ever really had good intentions with wanting me around.” A memory of your third foster family floods your vision for a moment- and you shiver, pushing away the thoughts of the abuse in that household.

Peter suddenly gets a boost of confidence- maybe he wants you to just smile again, maybe he just wants to be closer, but he locks elbows with you again, pulling you to follow him towards the cafeteria.

“I’m showing you our lunch table now, Sunshine.” You look at his face to see him smiling, which, in turn, makes you smile.

Sunshine. He called me Sunshine. He’s fuckin’ adorable.

You follow him into the large cafeteria, the far wall made up of glass, showing off the front lawn. He takes you to the far end of the row of tables on the glass wall side, sighing with contentment as you both reached the destination.

After a moment of silence, Peter decides to gauge your reaction to a Spider-Man story, he’ll see if he will be comfortable, maybe one day, to tell you his secret.

“I have a cool story about this table actually, Ned, my other best friend, claims to have seen Spider-Man on that rooftop there.” He points out a tall brick building across the street, looking to you for a reaction.

You, of course, feel your stomach drop and your hands start to heat again at the thought of that annoying insect (arachnid). But, as the rest of the world sees Spider-Man as the coolest thing ever, you keep your calm and give a neutral response.

“That’s cool, have you seen him?” Peter seems to shy from the question, shifting his weight to his opposite leg.

“Uh, no, not yet- no.” He looks to his feet again, and you decide to pull him from his trance after a moment or two.

“So, next stop is my first class?” He looks to you and nods, pulling you in what you assume the direction of the art studio is in.

“Yeah, and I’ll be outside your class when it’s over, I’ve got the same second period as you, chemistry.” He smiles, stopping by a classroom, unlinking your arms.

“Art room?” Your question is kinda hypothetical, as the door reads ‘Art Studio’ in a cursive font.

“Yep, you’ve officially been given a famous Peter Parker Midtown High tour. How many stars would you rate it? Maybe I can get some feedback to improve?” You can’t help but giggle at his goofiness, he’s definitely got a lovely, but dorky, sense of humour.

“I’m gonna have to give it 4 out of 5 stars, the tour guide wasn’t that professional, he kept making the cheesiest jokes.” You smile widely as Peter chuckles at you, once again causing butterflies to erupt in your abdomen.

“Alright, alright.” He rolls his eyes and takes a step backwards, then smiles sheepishly at you. “I’ll see ya after class, kay, Sunshine?”

Once again, the nickname makes you blush, and you wonder why he’s had this type effect on you when you barely know him.

“See you, Peter, thanks again.” He smirks and looks to his feet, and steals one last glance into your eyes before turning to walk away.

“No problem.” You open the door to your class, just as the bell rings, and find a seat in the back. Meanwhile, Peter meets up with Ned, still smiling like an idiot.

“Dude, what’s got you in this giddy attitude?” Ned is so confused, he hasn’t seen Peter like this- pretty much ever.

“What do you mean?” Peter plays dumb, continuing to their shared class.

“It’s Y/N. Love at first sight.” MJ jumps between the boys, startling both.

“The girl you gave a tour to?” Ned is overly excited, Peter hasn’t had a real crush since Liz.

“And my foster sister,” MJ adds before giving Peter a noogie. “Also his neighbour. We can all have late-night study sessions and movie nights. Operation: Get Peter a Girlfriend, is a-go.” Peter pushes MJ away and laughs with them, but secretly wishes the operation goes smoothly.

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It was two minutes before the bell rang, and Peter was hurriedly walking towards your classroom, replaying a greeting a thousand times over in his head.

Once he arrived, he starts to panic. Okay, okay. How do I stand? What if she doesn't want me to walk her to class? What if she met someone in art and is like- dating them now??

Peter tries to abandon his negative train of thought, leans on the opposite wall to the classroom, and crosses his arms. Too moody. He changes up his stance and stands straight up, hands clasped in front of his abdomen. Too uptight. He stands normally, holds his backpack strap on his left shoulder, and crosses his right ankle over his left.

Just as he is about to fidget again, the bell rings, making his eyes shoot up to look through the suddenly crowded hall. The moment he sees your face, his nerves evaporate and happiness floods his facial features. You, on the other hand, see his face and nervousness begins to rush through you, head to toe. Look at that smile. He's too cute.

"Hi." Your voice is small, and you scold yourself for letting him make you feel this way.

"H-hey. Hi. Uh, how was, how was class?" His stutter makes an appearance again, and you could tell he didn't appreciate it whatsoever. His nose scrunched when he finished the sentence, and he glanced between you and the floor at least three times before choosing to look into your eyes.

"It was good, I guess." You recall the art teacher, a small middle-aged woman, dressed in a paint-smeared smock and mom jeans, while Peter starts walking you both to class.

"The teacher was pretty cool. Didn't talk to anyone, though." Peter felt a little bit of relief, that means you'd still sit with him at lunch, and he might still have a chance at asking you to hang-out or study with him, Michelle, and Ned. He realises he's been in deep thought and only comes back to reality when you poke his forehead.

"Hello, earth to Peter. Anyone alive in there?" You had asked him how his class had been, only to look over and witness him murmuring to himself and staring at his moving feet.

"Yeah, hi, sorry, I got a bit, uh, lost in thought there." He gives you an apologetic look and you shrug your shoulders.

"It's alright, anyway, I asked how class was for you?" You guys had started to ascend the stairs to the science floor, Peter skipping stairs in pairs, making you run to catch up with him.

"Sorry, uhm, it was boring. Math. Ned, MJ, and I have it together. Teacher split us up a week or so ago, he got sick of us always blabbering." You both give a small chuckle, finally reaching the top of the third flight of stairs, and you can't believe Peter isn't out of breath like you are.

After a moment of your heavy breathing, you both walk through the door, finding a lab bench in the back.

"Well, hopefully, this class won't be as boring with me there."

You elbow his arm playfully and you can't help but notice how shy his laugh is. He looks to his hands on the countertop, playing with a pen, while releasing a breathy chuckle and a lingering smile along with blush paints his face. You catch yourself staring, so you clear your throat and grab your composition book, ready for the teacher to start lecturing.

All throughout the class, you and Peter kept catching eyes, bumping arms or touching hands as either of you wipe away any eraser chunks from your page. No matter what interaction occurred, it always ended in one, or the both of you, awkwardly laughing or it'd send a maddening red to your cheeks.

Class was over sooner than you wanted it to, which meant it was time for lunch. You both speedily packed your things, still silent, tension gradually developing between the two of you. After the two of you had roamed in the halls and made it to the first floor again, you decide to break the silence.

"So was class less boring with me there?" You hope he'll say yes, maybe he could be getting the same type of butterflies you are.

"No, it was sooooo boring!" Peter squints his eyes as he smiles and pushes his shoulder into you, making you laugh while your cheeks blushed- again. He chuckled before adding, "Y/N, you made that class a lot more enjoyable than before."

"Good," You take a deep breath as you walk into the cafeteria, so many people. Before your social anxiety can fully start to develop, a boy with dark hair and a douchey expression on his face swaggers up to you and Peter. Peter is completely tense and you can sense he's uncomfortable.

"Penis Parker! Did ya finally get a girlfriend?" Your mouth drops and you give a death stare to the dickwad. Peter clenches his jaw before the boy turns to you.

"Oh, wow, new girl is actually kinda hot. How'd you get that Parker?" He looks you up and down, and you feel your blood start to boil. This is why you do what you do, people like this. Who think they are better than everyone, people who think they have power and privilege over everyone in the room. Your body starts to heat up and flames beg to burst through your fingertips.

The moment you started to heat up, Peter's hairs stood on end and his senses overwhelmed him, why was his Spidey-Sense triggered? Flash isn't dangerous. Peter decided to speak up before the situation could get any worse- if possible.

"Flash, can you-" That's when you hit him. You slapped 'Flash' across the face, in front of everyone. 'Ooooh's and various swears can be heard throughout the room as you continue your death stare at Flash. He reaches up and touches his cheek, mouth and eyes wide.

"What that hell?" Flash's cheek starts to turn red and you just know Peter is probably standing there in shock.

Shit. I should've cooled down first. Might've burned him. Oh well, he deserves it. Who knows what other shit he's done.

"Bye, bye, Flash. The new girl and Peter are going to go now, hope you've learnt your lesson." Your voice oozed a poisonous tone, hoping to get your point across.

You turn to look at Peter who is just completely ogling at you. His mouth is ajar and his eyes wide. You grab his elbow like before and drag him to his table, ignoring everyone staring. You take a seat with Peter, across from MJ and who you assumed was Ned. They both were wide-eyed and gaping their mouths.

"Dude, that was badass. Nobody's actually had the guts to stand up to Flash like that." Ned is like a fangirl, and you are glad to know someone is okay with your outburst.

"I mean you could've done without slapping him, who knows what he'll say to his parents." MJ looks concerned and you shrug.

"He deserved it. Who was going to do anything about his behaviour anyway?"

You opened your lunch bag and started peeling your orange. Peter was still completely silent and looked as if he was in deep thought.

He was. He was thinking why would you stand up for him and what did this whole situation remind him of? And why the hell had his Spidey-Sense gone off? From you slapping Flash? But you aren't dangerous to him? Were you? The answers were on the tip of his tongue, but fortunately for you, you pulled him from his thoughts.

"You're awfully quiet. In shock or something? Don't worry, I don't think Flash will vex you anymore." You popped an orange slice in your mouth waiting for his response, but all that came from his was jumbled word vomit.

"I just- you- how- why would you- what just..?" Peter couldn't utter a full sentence because he was just so perplexed.

"I just slapped Flash, yeah. I did cuz he seemed like a prick and you were uncomfortable. Plus, he was so misogynistic. People like him piss me off." You took a deep breath, completely cooling down and moving on from the situation. "Anyway, I have a class with you next, Michelle. AP Lit."

"Yeah, if you like writing as much as you say you do, you'll love this class. Lots of writing." MJ scoops her soup into her mouth and you finish off your orange.

"Ned, what class do you have?" You pull out a sandwich and bite off the corner.

"I have Spanish with Peter, actually." Ned gestures to Peter who was silently playing with his school lunch but perked his head up when he heard his name.

"Huh? What? S-sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

"Ned just was saying that he had Spanish with you." Michelle gives Peter a worried look and continues.

"Are you okay? Is the Y/N slap bugging you?"

"Well, um. I'm just still surprised I guess. I dunno. I'm fine." He looks at his tray, mushing his potatoes with a fork. "Let's talk about something else, okay?"

"Okay..."

You were confused as well, was Peter seriously just surprised you stood up for yourself? Why was he acting so strange? Lunch went on without another hitch, and eventually, Peter went back to his normal self, making terrible jokes and making the conversations flow easily.

MJ quickly pulls you from the lunch table when the bell rang, not even saying goodbye to the boys.

"What are you in a hurry for?"

"Do you like Peter?" MJ puts a hand on your backpack, helping guide you through the crowded halls.

"Wha- What?!" You huff, was it that noticeable? "I just met him yesterday!"

"So? Love at first sight remember?" You scoff at her remark.

"Doesn't exist." You roll your eyes.

"I'm not too sure Peter agrees with that statement. I've never seen him being so flirty with someone like that. What do you think of him?"

"Peter's... Peter is sweet, and funny, and smart, and really cute, but I don't know enough about him to have a crush on him." You speak honestly, you miss having girl talk. It's been a while since you've clicked with someone so easily.

"Well, what about if we invite him over for a study session or movie night with Ned? Get to know him better?" She really was playing cupid or something.

"I don't know, MJ. Maybe in like, a week. But I'd like to get a bit more settled and used to having you guys around if that's alright."

You are definitely getting a bit overwhelmed today, just thinking about everything that's happened and all you want is to be in your new room, sleeping off the day.

"Yeah, no, I understand. That's fine." She seemed to be okay with it, and you were glad she didn't push further.

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After school.

"Where's Peter? Doesn't he live right next door?" Peter had failed to join you and MJ walking back to the apartment building, which was confusing to you.

"He didn't tell you?" You shake your head no, anticipating MJ's explanation.

"Weird. Well, he has an internship at Stark Industries."

"What?! That's crazy!" MJ was so nonchalant about it, it added to your shock and confusion.

"Peter's a smart, and lucky, kid. He does the internship every day after school. About 3 hours." Your mouth hung, still shocked he had that kind of opportunity.

Damn...

You couldn't help but allow your mind to drift to him. You couldn't stop thinking about the tension during chemistry, when he was patient and kind towards you during your outburst, how he called you sunshine, how you could get lost in his brown eyes for-

"Earth to Y/N!" You snapped from your daydreaming when MJ shook your shoulder. "Where did your mind saunter off to?"

"Sorry, I got lost in thought for a second." Your cheeks started to glow, especially when you pass Peter's apartment door.

"Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that Mom and Dad don't get back until dinner time. Mom's a lawyer and Dad's an English professor at the college, so they get back kinda late. I'll be in my room doing some homework if you need me."

"Yeah, cool, I think I'll go out and explore the area a bit."

"Sure, just make sure to have your phone, Mom would lose it if you went without some form of communication." She giggled and you split to your rooms.

You let out a sigh and set your bag down, getting ready for your 'exploration of the area'.

They always buy that.

You grab your phone and make your way to your hideout. Once you arrive and you enter the code, 0522. Joey's birthday. The second the door opens, lights strike on, and Blaze comes to life.

"Hello, Y/N. How was your day?" His surprisingly realistic voice echoes around you, and you smile, finally being alone enough to be your true self.

"Hi, Blaze. It was alright, the family seems nice and the school isn't too bad." You shrug, walking to the case with your suit in it.

"I have an update on the man from yesterday." You nodded, starting to let the flames come to life under your skin.

"He plead guilty, he now has 20 years in prison. Seems your tactics were successful."

"Perfect." You take a deep breath, ready to let out all the pent up energy from the day. You finish putting on your suit, storing your clothes in its place.

"Who's next for tonight?"

"I don't have any explicit target for tonight, but you can patrol."

You let go, flames ruptured from your hands, your hair turns dark, your eyes shift to brown with a hint of red, and your body temperature rises a few hundred degrees.

"Sounds good, Blaze. Notify me around 5 pm to head home." You conceal your face with your mask, Blaze's voice shifting from above you to your ear.

"Affirmative." You walk towards the centre of the room, looking to the tinted sunroof as it starts to open.

"Oh, and let me know if Spider-Man comes around. I'm not too keen on hearing him lecture me tonight."

"Of course."

By now the skylight has opened, and you lift off the floor, your hands and feet propelling you into the sky.

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An hour or so has passed, and you haven’t done too much, to be honest. You saved 3 women from men in dark alleyways, burnt one man for trying to kidnap a girl, and guided a woman away from a suspicious white van.

It was 4:30, and you were about to call it a night when Blaze alerts you.

“Phoenix, traffic camera’s from 2 streets down have spotted Spider-Man. He seems to be headed in your direction.”

“Dammit. What’s the best route around the bug?” You sigh and look around from the rooftop you were on, hoping to not spot the red and blue.

“Arachnid actually.” You roll your eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

You’ve gotta be shitting me.

You turn to come face to face with the arachnid and ready flames in your hands.

“Why can’t you just leave me be?” You ball your fists, flames straightening out the sides of your hands.

“Because I can’t let you keep hurting these people.” He keeps his hands at his sides, his masked eyes being the only things moving.

“Please,” You scoff before continuing. “The ‘people’ I hurt, deserve it. Trust me.”

“They deserve to go to jail, not be scarred by your flames or killed by your rage.” Flames start to escape your fists, shooting out in all directions. Spider-Man raises his hands, ready to use his ice webs if necessary.

“The men that I target, they deserve to be scarred. To be marked. Maybe then fewer women, children, and families will be broken.”

“I understand. But the way you are doing things is wrong.” Before he can continue, Blaze reignites in your ear and reminds you of the time.

“Shit.”

The masked spider takes this as an opportunity to make a move. He shoots an ice web at you, extinguishing your flames and sticking you to the wall behind you.  

“What the hell?!” You promptly reignite yourself, making the webs burn off of you.

“I need to bring you to see reason!” His voice is raised, whatever accent he used trying to mask his voice disappeared and you can’t help but do double-take.

I swear I’ve heard his voice before.

“You need to know that there are other ways to get justice!” At this,

You release the flames burning in your hands, directed at him. He dodges and tries to web you. This ‘dance’ continues for a while before you decide you need to really get going.

“Leave. Me. Alone!” You and your surrounding area bursts into flames, making Spider-Man flip backwards, trying to save himself from getting burned. With him more than 15 feet away, you take this as your chance and lift off the ground.

You do one last check, and see Spider-Man slouching against the wall, holding his right thigh. You got away, but you couldn’t help but have a sinking feeling in your stomach.

Why did you care that he was hurt? You were confused, especially because it hurt more when you realised you were the one to hurt him.

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[petertomspidey]

Ablaze - Peter Parker x Villain!reader Pt. 1

Warnings: Swearing, injuries, death, anxiety, depression, PTSD, self-hatred, mentions of sexual assault, I think that’s it..?

Summary: Backstory and setup for Ablaze. 

A/N: bold italics are thoughts. Bold is narration. 

“Y/N!” You hear your Mom call for you through the flames. You attempt to move your leg that's caught under a smoldering heap of wood. 

“Mom!” Your voice is hoarse, raspy, from the smoke stuffing your lungs. “Mom?! Dad?!” 

Your parent’s voices have perished amid the flames. Tears continue to flow down your face, the saltwater merging with soot. 

“Joey!” You shout for your little brother, wincing at the shooting pain inching up your body. 

Please. Please, if there is a god, let him be alive. 

“Y/N..?” His faint voice originates from behind you, and you frantically grab hold of your leg and pull. 

“Joey! Where are you?!” Your voice is harsh, you just need to make sure he’s okay. 

The second the words leave your mouth, you hear the sirens. Straining your leg harder, your head starts spinning, and your lungs really start to burn.

“I’m-” You hear him realise a wheezing cough, “-over here!” 

You whip your head trying to see him. Nothing. You continue to pull your leg, praying that it would just fucking fall off at this point.

“I can’t see you!” Your lungs start to burn more, your throat tightening before you release a throat-ripping cough. “Joey!” 

Nothing. 

“Joey!” You hear a crash coming from the entry hall. 

They’re finally here. Please. Help him. 

“I’m over here! Please help!” Your eyes start to close and you feel a new sensation take over your body. “Please help my brother!” 

Your body feels as if it is the fire now. Your tears proceed to fall, but they no longer help relieve your burning skin.

“Help my brother! My parents!” You stop coughing, feeling your lungs finally swell with fresh air. 

But how? You’re still stuck in the burning house. All you can feel are the flames, and they aren’t your enemy now. They feel like home. So you start to close your eyes, finally feeling peace. An unfamiliar feeling starts to swell in your chest, gradually extending to the remainder of your body.

“Please.. save them...” Your voice is but a whisper, and just as you drift off, you see a first-responder appear above you. 

After that, all you can remember is darkness. 

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When you came to, you were in the hospital: an orphan, without a brother. Days were filled with grief, you didn’t eat nor sleep.

But one day, everything changed. That strange feeling you felt in the fire? It turned out to be the awakening of a force inside you.

Superpowers.

Many questions drifted through your mind, but the main thoughts were: 'Why me? Why not Joey? What do I do with them? What can I do with them?'

Answers became apparent the moment an officer told you why the fire started; arson. A man had decided he was going to burn down a family home at 2 in the morning. A burning rage-filled your heart, fogged your mind. One thought was to take over your days. Become your addiction. 

I have to find him. He has to pay for what he did. 

You only were in the hospital for another few days, your powers seemed to have saved you from any significant injuries, except one burn on the leg that had been trapped. It was shaped like a bird- a phoenix to be exact, which would become your new identity. 

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5 Years Later. 

You feel the wind rushing against your burning cheeks, feeling free as a phoenix.

Not a normal bird of course, because what other bird can fly while being covered in flames?

Your hands and feet shot out flames that propelled you through the sky, your hair, now dark charcoal, flew behind your shoulders, a red mask covering the majority of your face, the scarlet matching your bodysuit, that you specifically created to withstand your volcanic temperatures. 

“All right, where is my next victim, Blaze?” You spoke to the AI you had borrowed from a research facility and reprogrammed for your vendetta.

“A male in his late 30s was just released on bail, while he is on trial for sexual assault against 6 women. His apartment is on 7th and Apple, 6th floor.” 

You squint to Queens’ buildings below you, maneuvering your hands to alter your previous course. 

“Perfect. ETA?” You scan the area below you, hoping to finish your mission before anyone notices you. 

“2 minutes, 23 seconds and counting.”

“What approach should we use today?” 

“I would suggest using your heat vision to get in his window, and your hand-warmers to persuade him.”

“Exactly what I was thinking.” A smirk grows on your face as you arrive on the roof of his apartment building. You locate his window and start your process. But little did you know, across the street a certain someone’s spider senses were going insane. 

Peter Parker, a junior about to walk to Midtown High, looks up to see his ‘arch-nemesis’, if you will, about to wreak havoc in an apartment building across from his. Without a moment to lose, he clambers into his iconic red and blue suit, and his web-shooters to save someone from the Phoenix’s talons. 

Meanwhile, you were pushing a 30-something-year-old waste of life against the wall with your burning red hand against his throat. 

“Tell me why you did it!” Your eyes turn fiery red with all the pent-up rage bubbling inside you. 

“I- I dunno what you’re talking about!” His voice is hoarse, the heat radiating off you making his body drip with sweat beads. 

“Try it again. Why did you rape those women?!” Your grip tightens and you up the heat, hoping to get a confession- preferably without killing him, but you will do whatever necessary for justice.

“That’s what this is about?” He chokes on his words, obviously feeling the burning pain increasing. “They all wanted it. They all are just lying attention whores.” 

You were about to finish him off, but of course, you feel another presence in the room. You reach up and knock out the man with one fiery punch before speaking. His unconscious body slides to the floor and you roll your eyes, seeing the burn start to form on his neck. 

“The hell do you want, Spider-boy?” You turn to see the ‘superhero’ that has been a pain in your ass for as long as you can remember. He stood by the window, web shooters at the ready.

“I want you to stop killing people for your own twisted version of justice!” The eyes of the suit squinted and his voice softened before he continued. “Why do you do this?” 

“You’ll never understand, so why the hell should I tell you?!” You lifted your hands and shot out a fireball directed at his chest, which he quickly leaned away from, but it was close enough to leave some kind of mark. 

Damn 6th Sense.

He shot an ice web (specially concocted for you and your heat) which you rebounded with another fireball, it created a small smokescreen which allowed you just enough time to jump out the window. Just as you were about to fly off, you felt a web cling to your arm. 

“You’re not getting away this time!” He’s on the side of the building now, dangling you below him. 

“Yes-” You brace yourself as you build up fiery heat just under your skin. “-I am!” You let go and felt a burst of energy radiate off you, boosting you away from the building, away from Spider-Man. You don’t even look back as you fly off into the clouds. 

That was close. Too close.

“Y/N?” The voice of the only person you can trust speaks up in your ear. 

“Yeah, Blaze?” You take a deep breath, feeling the wind on your face again. 

“You’re gonna be late for moving into your new foster house.” Your heart drops into your stomach, you wish you could just turn 18 already. 

“Shit, that today?” 

“Yes. You start school tomorrow at Midtown High as well. I would suggest getting as much rest as possible; that encounter seems to have drained you.”

You let out a groan before boosting your speed and heading to your secret base. You quickly change into your normal clothes and bid farewell to Blaze, then you make your way to, surprisingly, 8th and Apple. 

Wow. At least I know a shortcut. Thanks, blaze!

You sprint across back alleys and crosswalks, barely making it in time for your scheduled move-in. You make your way up the stairs before reaching the 4th floor, almost slamming directly into a brown-haired boy. You look up to meet the boy’s matching chocolate eyes as they widen and he starts to ramble.

“I- I- I’m really, uh, really sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going. S-sorry.” 

“It’s alright, it’s fine.” You smile, he seems so innocent. You stick out a hand and he shakes it. “I’m Y/N, I’m supposed to be meeting my foster family, the Watsons?”

“Oh, uhm. Yeah, yeah, apartment 434. They’re my neighbours, super awesome family.” He gives a soft smile and a nice blush to go along with it. “I- 'm Peter by the way. Peter Parker.” 

“Well, thank you, Peter Parker, it was nice running into you.” You smirk at your own sarcasm as he lets out a chortle. 

“I’ll, um, I’ll see you around.” His eyes look anywhere but yours, it’s kinda adorable how sheepish he is. 

“See ya.” You spin around and get one last look at him, only to catch him doing the same. He blushes and lowers his head immediately, hurrying his pace down the stairs. 

Smiling to yourself, you walk to apartment 434 calmly, the nerves of meeting a new family lost by the 7th time. 

Let’s get this over with.

You softly knock on the door and are immediately greeted by a curly-haired, tan-skinned girl, quite pretty, and just about your age. 

“Hey. I’m Michelle, but you can call me MJ. My parents are finishing up your room right now.” She gives a quick smile and lets you through the door. 

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you, MJ.” You both shake hands and smile politely, hers seeming more excited. 

“Well, I’m headed to school. I’ll see ya later, Y/N.” She quickly waves and hurries out the door.

She seems nice enough.

You cautiously make your way down the hall, looking into the open door at the end of the hall. Your new foster parents are moving boxes and adjusting a picture frame when you step into the doorway. 

“Hello.” Calmness and sweetness flows through your words like honey. Yet, both the man with black hair and the woman with ginger hair jump about 10 feet. The woman puts her hand on her chest and takes a deep breath. 

“Oh, hello, sweetheart. You must be Y/N.” She smiles so sweetly, you feel cavities start to form. “My name is Madeline.” 

“I’m Philip. Nice to finally meet you.” The man chimes in and walks closer, pull the both of you into a giant hug. Begrudgingly, you hug back, trying to not seem so stiff. 

Nobody has ever hugged me the first day. Weird. 

“Well, all your stuff is in here, you’ve your own bathroom; the door by your bed, we’ll leave you to settle in.” Madeline smiles once more, grabbing her husband’s hand and leading him out of the room. 

You let out a shuttered sigh and glance around the room. Window on the opposite side of the door, big enough to slide through, perfect. Bed pushed lengthwise against the left wall and a closet on the right. A small desk is also against the wall with the door. Door to the bathroom a few meters from the foot of the bed.

Niiiiice.

You move towards your few bags and boxes and begin to unpack until your room begins to have little touches of yourself. 

An hour or so has passed, and you collapse on your bed, puffing at the hair that fell in your face. Slowly but surely, your mind begins to wander to the cutely awkward boy in the stairwell. 

He was so familiar. His voice... Where have I heard it before?

You continued to let his coffee irises and matching curls lull you to sleep, your eyes fluttering shut against your pillow.

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"Y/N, hey. Wake up."

Your eyes slowly adjust to the minimal lighting in your room, seeing MJ a few feet from your bed.

"What time is it?" Your voice is groggy, filled with sleep, as you sit up while yawning.

"Dinner time," She shrugs. "So 5:30, I guess."

"Alright, thanks for waking me, I'll be out in a minute."

"I just assumed you don't wanna starve." You chuckle at her and watch her walk out of the room.

I like her. She's got my type of humour.

You yawn once more, standing and popping your back, feeling a slight ache from earlier events.

Note to self: be more careful jumping out windows.

You make your way back out of your room and see your new family already sitting at the set kitchen table. Chicken alfredo, garlic bread, and salad are taking up the centre of the table.

"Good evening, did you have a nice nap, Y/N?" Philip spoke up, making eye contact almost immediately. You looked at your feet.

"Yeah, yeah, it was needed." You opted for the empty chair between MJ and Madeline.

You all dug into the scrumptious Italian foods in front of you, small talk easily coursing through the tension-free air. Very different from most homes you had been in thus far, and it surprised you.

After the meal, you helped MJ move the plates to the sink while Madeline and Philip put away any remaining food. Madeline was the first to speak up after a few moments of silence.

"Would you like to tell us about yourself, Y/N?"

You knew it was coming sooner or later, but nonetheless, you dreaded explaining why you were a foster kid and what your life turned into. Which is why you tensed up so hard, causing your hands to overheat and bend the fork that was in your hand. Quickly, you reposition the handle and place it in the sink while shaking your head, trying to rid the memory of their screams.

"Uh, sure. Living room?" You face her quickly, tossing up a thumb, towards said room.

"Lead the way."

Like ducklings following their mother, you all end up on the L-couch, evenly spaced apart. You hope the anxiety you're feeling isn't evident on your facial features.

"So, um, what do you want to know..?" Your hands fumble over each other on your lap, one of the small fidgets you’ve grown to do when talking about yourself. 

"Just talk. Your favourite things, maybe your hopes for the future?" Philip and MJ nod along, sitting back against the soft couch, eager to hear you speak. You take a deep breath, trying to ease the discomfort that always swells in your chest when thinking of your family.

"I love the colour scarlet, favourite food is probably anything with cheese on it, animal... I guess birds. I haven't completely figured out my future, but I love writing, so maybe I could make a career of that." You finish the rant with a sheepish smile, waiting for someone to speak up and say, 'That isn't a career you should pursue. You'll never make it anywhere. Grow up.'

But they didn't. Instead, words of encouragement were given. And once again, this family continued to surprise you.

"That's awesome! I actually wanted to be a journalist before I changed paths and became a lawyer." Madeline gives a reminiscent smile before turning to MJ. "MJ actually runs a creative writing club at school."

"Yeah, I do, maybe you could come and visit at one point? Get to know the nerdy writers I call my friends." She leans her elbows on her knees and rests her face on her palms. "I have a hunch they'll love you."

"Thank you. When is it? If I'm not mistaken, I start school tomorrow with you?" A shiver moves up your spine. You’ve never been a fan of starting school mid-year.

“The club is on Fridays. You do start tomorrow, don’t worry, you’ve got a great tour guide. One of my closest friends, actually.” 

“Oh, really? Sweet.” You huff out some leftover nerves and rub your sweaty palms on your jeans, standing from the couch. “Well, I think I’m going to head to bed early then. Big day tomorrow.” 

“Alright, goodnight sweetheart. We’ll wake you up around 7. Okay?” Madeline has such a sugary-sweet tone. Hopefully, you can get used to such a thing. 

“Yeah. Thank you, again. Night.” You awkwardly wave as you pad back to your bed calling you to sleep. 

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The next morning, Madeline and Philip wake you up at 7, the exact time they promised they would. You groggily grabbed a jean jacket, leggings, and a red top, making your way to your bathroom. You take a short shower, blowdry your hair and put it in a ponytail, then pop on a bit of makeup. 

I think this’ll do for a first day of school look... right?

You take a deep breath and smooth your top, then head to the kitchen to grab a granola bar. MJ is already at the door, slipping on her shoes. You follow and grab some black sneakers, ready to head out the door at any moment’s notice. 

“Nervous?” MJ inquires, hoping to strike up some conversation between the two of you as you make your way down the hall and to the staircase. 

“A bit, I guess. I’ve had a lot of first days.” You shrug your shoulders, hoping she doesn’t ask the question you dread. 

“Makes sense, I’m always nervous at the start of every year.” She pauses, and you let out a sigh of relief. Mostly because she didn’t ask the question, but also because you reached the bottom of the stairs. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did, but sure.” You chuckle as MJ rolls her eyes and starts to cross the street. 

“Do you have any siblings?” MJ’s question punches you in the gut, and you stop breathing for a moment. 

“I, I uhm...I had a little brother.” You feel the lump in your throat start to build as you swallow any tears trying to escape. “He- died- in the fire that killed my parents. I was 12, he was 6.” You choked on every word that left your mouth.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Let’s talk about something else, okay?” MJ rubs your shoulder and you take a deep breath, avoiding eye contact. You can see the school, only a block away. 

“So, last night you said one of your friends is giving me the tour?” You cross the last street and make your way to the entrance as MJ answers. 

“Yeah, he’s super nice, promise.” You smile at MJ’s reassuring statement, trusting her judgement.

“What’s his name?” You open the door and spin, taking in your surroundings. When you turn your back to MJ, you hear a male voice chime in to give you an answer. 

“Peter. Peter Parker.” A large smile creeps on your face.

Funny how the universe works, huh?

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[petertomspidey]

I cried. Yeah, I really cried.. your writing is so powerful what the hell

Still Having Nightmares [p.p.]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Angst, PTSD, bruises, mentioned character death (you blink and you’ll miss it)

Summary: Peter accidentally wakes you up while having a nightmare, causing him to question your relationship

A/N: This is for @spidermanfeda and I also really wanted to write some more angst :) I also aged Peter up a bit but tht should be expected at this point

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Peter’s fists gripped the sheets as tight as his hands would allow. He mumbles incoherent words while his legs kicked slightly. He stirred more and more with every passing second. The sound of his heart pounded through his skull, flashbacks playing back in a dream. Whimpers fell from his lips as the smallest tears slipped from the corner of his eyes. Peter released the sheet with one hand and punched out, connecting right with your back. It scared you awake with a yell while you held your back in pain. You look over and every ounce of pain you had just felt was washed away when you saw the look on Peter’s face.

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[petertomspidey]

this made me so happy 😭😭 I’m in love with this series I swear and you’re the best author everrrrrrrr ♥️

Hamartia [12]

Pairing: Dark!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Words: 10,701 

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, a little bit of angst, anxiety, mentions of self-destructive behavior, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, mentions of addiction, endgame flashback????, you might wanna rage quit but then you’ll be happy you didn’t promise

Summary: The return of Peter Parker

A/N: Bold italics are thoughts! Chapter 13 will be posted on August 14 unless I get like 3 chapters done between now and next Wednesday!! I’m sorry this is a day late but it’s really long so it’s okay. Also, because this chapter is so long, I’m afraid tags won’t work at all, so please reblog this!! Thank you in advance!! I am forever grateful!! But I hope you guys like it!! Please lemme know what y’all think!! Masterlist in bio!!

You and Peter head to the kitchen, Peter right behind you, his hand fully clasped around yours to the point where he’s not actually sure if he’s holding your hand or if he’s actually just being extra sticky from the amount of anxiety flowing through his veins.

Side effect of being Spider-Man: Extra sticky when nervous.

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Hello lovelies!! Recently me and the wonderful @spidey-waffles11 both hit milestones, so we thought it’d be fun to do a writing challenge to celebrate! 

And the theme is *dun dun dunnn*………. TV SHOWS!!!

Read more to find out the nitty gritty details. We love you guys and hope you are excited for this as we are!! 

Rules:

Must be following @marvellousparkerpeter and @spidey-waffles11 (this is a follower celebration, after all)

Reblog this post!

Smut must be written for 18+ characters only

Use the read more cut for 500 words or more 

Can be part of a series, or a one-shot

Send an ask to either one of us with the prompt you want and the character(s) you’ll be writing for

Can write for any Marvel character you like (Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark) or any of the Tom Holland & Co.

No St*rker or Th*rki (Irondad/Spiderson is fine!)

The deadline is October 31 (because halloween rocks woo), but feel free to let us know if you need more time!

Tag both of us in your post and use the tag #marvellouswafflescelebration 

All entries will be reblogged by both of us and put on a separate masterlist

One person per TV show prompt, two people per dialogue prompt

One prompt per writer 

TV Show AU Prompts

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

Doctor Who

Grey’s Anatomy

The Good Place

New Girl

Good Omens

Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Angel

The Vampire Diaries (@eeyore101247 w/ Tom Holland)

Pretty Little Liars

Dialogue Prompts:

“You’re fucking insane, you know that right?” 

“Stop laughing at me!” 

“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” 

“Leave, or I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your skull.” 

“Out of all the people in the world I could be stuck in a room with, it just had to be you didn’t it?”

“Tell me where s/he is!” 

“S/he just tripped and now s/he won’t stop laughing!” 

“Hey, hey! Stop that!” 

“You’re shaking, what happened?” 

“Put that down before you hurt yourself.” ½ ( @yesimaginethefun w/ Tom Holland)

“This is creepy, why did I agree to this again?”

“You stole the last cookie! Which was mine, by the way!” ½ (@moonstruckholland w/ Peter Parker)

“You couldn’t wait until you got to the bedroom? Fucking animals I swear…” 

“If you hurt her/him, if there is a hair on her/his body harmed, I won’t hesitate to kill you in the worst possible way.” 

“No! We shouldn’t split up! That’s how one of us gets murdered!” 

“Talk to me.” 

“Are you really that stubborn?” 

“Stand back, I’m coming in.”

“I love you so much, if something happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.” 

“Do you not realise how much I care for you?”

Tagging my beautiful mutuals for a sb so this doesn’t crash and burn: @parkerpuffwrites @parrkerspeters @spidey-caps @mlt2000 @heavenly–osterfield @hollandsosterfield @eeyore101247 @spiderkat1248 @flowercrownparker @parkersvibes @devin-marie @waterspider7 @loveme-hollandx @softspideyboy @gwens-spiders @starksparker @peterparkerstingle @marvelrreigns @moonstruckholland @sunflwerstark @apollopls @hey-its-grey

[petertomspidey]

I’m not crying you are.. god I love this series. So much talent!!

Hamartia [11]

Pairing: Dark!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Words: 7,882

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, a little bit of angst, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, mentions of addiction

Summary: “Retain the good and purge the bad.”

A/N: Bold italics are thoughts! I know, it says angst but trust me. Also, y’all reblogging the previous chapters have been helping so much and a lot more people are actually able to see that it was posted, including those who didn’t get notified so if y’all could please reblog this chapter, it would mean a lot!! I am forever grateful!! But I hope you guys like it!! Please lemme know what y’all think!! Masterlist in bio!!

Peter sucks in a breath while you stand up, offering him a hand to help him stand up. He’s holding your hand, using you and the wall to get him to his feet, wincing with the pain in his leg and his side. Sure, he’s in physical pain but that doesn’t really matter right now because he’s got your hand in his leading him to Bruce and he’s gonna find out exactly what’s wrong with him. It’s terrifying and he knows you will be there with him through every step of the way and that makes him feel better. It’s just hard for him to start looking on the bright side of things so quick and soon. You can hold the optimism for him, he’ll just squeeze your hand and listen to Bruce.

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Hamartia [10]

Pairing: Dark!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Words: 7,404

Warnings: Swearing, hurt/comfort, fluff, mention of injuries, self-doubt, panic attack, mention of drug addiction, mention of drug use

Summary: The morning glow sure does look pretty on you and Peter

A/N: Bold italics are thoughts! I know, no angst in 2 chapters. I’m shocked, too. Also, y’all reblogging chapter 9 REALLY helped and a lot more people were able to see that it was posted, including those who didn’t get notified so if y’all could please reblog this chapter, it would mean a lot!! But I hope you guys like it!! Please lemme know what y’all think!! Masterlist in bio!!

Peter’s eyes flutter open with the bright light of the late morning coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, TV no longer on. His eyes meet your sleeping face, him having rolled onto his side in his sleep and facing you. Your arm is still wrapped around his torso, your fingers grasping the fabric of his shirt while he’s got his other arm holding you to him. And, just the corners of his mouth pulls into the most tender smile as he watches you sleep and it’s the most at peace he’s felt in years.

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[petertomspidey]

Far from home

I’m not emotionally okay

This movie was a rollercoaster

That’s all I can say

Bye and thank you Tom Holland for being an amazing actor

I’m dead

[petertomspidey]

That smile fucks me up

[petertomspidey]

okay these two are GORGEOUS 😏😔😣😤

[petertomspidey]

I Love You. (Stark!Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Peter needs to give a late night confession, particularly to his best friend.

Contains: Blood and injuries, kissing, fluff.

A/n: this is my first imagine on here so spare me. Sorry it’s a lil short.

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You couldn’t put your finger on it. The reason you kept tossing and turning instead of sleeping, that is. Is it the test tomorrow in physics? No, you had spent the whole day studying and you felt confident on the material. Just as you were about to give up and just pull an all nighter, your phone buzzes on your beside table.

“Peter?” You answer with a groggy voice, confused as to why he would be calling so late.

“Y/n,” Your eyes grow wide at the sound of your best friend’s voice; broken and coarse. “Window..”

You dropped your phone and scrambled to the window, seeing a crippled form attached to the tower wall.

“Pete!” Your anxiety was climbing as you open your window to pull Spider-Man through it.

He groans in pain as he makes his way into your room. Clutching his ribs, he slides onto the floor. Without another word, he rips his mask off, revealing a series of cuts and forming bruises littering his pale complexion.

“What- what happened?!” Your voice is strained, panic racing though you as you grab the first aid kit stashed under your bed.

“‘got bit roughed up from some muggers..”

His mouth had formed a grimace, obviously in pain as you stripped his chest of his suit, letting it droop to his lap. A large gash on his ribs pulls your attention, already starting to heal thanks to his abilities.

“This is gonna sting a bit.” Your statement reaches his consciousness and he nods, watching you intently as you pour antiseptic on a washcloth and begin cleansing his wounds.

He always loved how concentrated you were helping him. Your bottom lip between your teeth, your left brow furrowed, your eyes squinted the slightest bit. You were rather accustomed to seeing Peter in this state, but you never noticed how perfectly engrossed he would get watching you help him. Until now.

“That should be good,” You finish dressing the cut on his ribs, looking up to his coffee coloured eyes. “Are you feeling okay?”

You brought a hand up to his face, brushing a stray piece of hair from his face. He gives you a small smile and a hesitant nod.

“I’m now. Thank you, Y/N.” You couldn’t help but notice his tone was different than usual, more sweetened, like he was sugar coating and hiding something.

“Pete, are you sure?”

I should tell her.

He thought he should tell you everything. The way your touch would awaken something inside him he didn’t know existed. The way you could brighten up the room with your smile. The way his heart raced every time you laughed, showed off your impressive wit, or even scolded him when he crossed a line. But he didn’t know if you would feel the same.

Of course, you always noticed how charming and kind Peter Parker could be, but as of late, you could not not notice him. His smile, his nerdy humour, his intoxicating touch. You just hoped you could keep it to yourself, for the fear of him not reciprocating your feeling terrified you. But maybe, with the way he was passionately looking into your eyes and smiling, although he was probably in enormous amounts of pain, he could feel the spark as well.

“Y/N,” He let out a shuddered sigh and placed his hand over yours on his face, his thumb lightly stroking yours. “I love you.”

“Peter, I love you too.” You smiled, even though you wished he loved you differently. More than a friend way.

“No, I love you. More than I should. A way a best friend shouldn’t. I love you, Y/N. I have for a while now, and I don’t want to keep pretending these feelings aren’t real. I don’t expect you to feel the same or for us to jump into any type of relationship or anything. I just needed to get this off my chest, and now I’m rambling and I’m so sorry that I’ve ruined this.”

He takes your hand off his face along with his, his eyes following, obviously not wanting to meet your eyes after his confession. However, all you want is to look into his eyes and tell him you know exactly how he feels. But words are barricaded down your throat and you can’t seem to make a sound. Instead, you take your hands back from his, cup his jaw, making his gaze meet yours.

“Can I kiss you?” Words finally broke out from your throat and his expression showed he was just as shocked as you. “Please?”

Without another word, his hands attach to your hips and he lowers his head to hover his lips over yours. You could feel his hot breath as he pulls back an inch, hesitating, before finally matching his lips to yours.

It was spectacular. The sparks you had never felt with anyone were exploding and coming out of hiding. Your heart was racing, hands traveling to the nape of his neck, getting as close as possible to this beautiful boy. Your lips moved in sinc with his, in a slow emotion-filled manner. You never wished to part, but eventually you had to come up for air. Your foreheads rested against each other, feeling his heavy breathing against your face.

“Wow.” He smiled and chuckled at your response, before clutching his side and leaning against the wall again.

“Sorry!” He winces as you keep your distance from his chest.

“No, hey, you’re fine,” He puts his hands up in defence. You relax and let a smile rest on your lips.

“I agree, ‘Wow.’” He licks his lips and pulls his curls out of his face. “That was amazing.”

“Can we do it again then?” He leans forward and puts a hand on your cheek, smiling widely.

“I’d love to.”

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Thank you for reading! Lots of love!