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ok so I’m thinking prompt #40 with rich kid!tom holland, summer camp!au because he’s not used to making things or doing things for himself but he’ll do it for her <3 cannot wait to see what you do!

Anything for you my boo bear 💖 First fic of the year for Summer of Love, many more coming shortly! I hope you enjoy some tooth rotting fluff! Love you the most xx

Charm Bracelets

40 - Making each other charm bracelets

Pairing: Rich Kid!Tom x Reader

Summary: Tom wants to make you something to show you how much he loves you

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When Tom got sent away to summer camp he never imagined that he’d actually end up enjoying himself. His father had sent him away as a punishment after he trashed the beach house during spring break. Instead of vacationing and having fun with the rest of the family, Tom would have to spend his summer working. It was supposed to be miserable, but, much to his surprise, it turned out to be one of the best summers of his life. Sure the boys in his cabin could get a bit rowdy at times, but he had a lot of fun with them. Plus you were always next door to help him reign them in if they got too out of control.

As much as he loved his boys, you were definitely the highlight of his summer. The gorgeous counselor of his sister cabin, you’d swept him off his feet from the first moment your eyes met. He couldn’t count how many nights you two had sat on the porch, long after the kids had gone to bed, just talking. It had become so much more than a camp fling or a whirlwind summer romance, it was real love for him, and he was absolutely terrified of losing you.

Summer wasn’t even halfway over and he was already beginning to panic about what would happen when you went back home. It wasn’t that you’d be particularly far away, your college was only about an hour from his parents house, and he had no qualms about moving to your school or renting an apartment near you, but he was scared to talk to you about it. He was worried that you wouldn’t want any of that, that you wouldn’t want to continue your fling after camp ended, and he was absolutely terrified of facing that sort of rejection.

He decided he should bring it up at night, after the kids had gone to bed, but that plan didn’t work. He chickened out each time he tried because he was worried about tainting the memory of your late night talks. So he decided he’d do it during the day time, preferably during free hours, so the kids would be less likely to interrupt you. Today would be perfect, it was a bit cooler, and most of your kids had decided to spend their free hours at the outdoor rock climbing tower. While they were busy scaling the tower and giggling with each other, you were seated at the base of the tower, waving up at them while you worked on some kind of jewelry making kit. Nervously Tom came to sit down beside you.

“Hey,” you smiled over at him, “I thought you were heading to the lake.”

“TJ took the boys who wanted to go to the lake, a couple wanted to try the big wall again so I promised I’d take them,” he pursed his lips, “Figured we could hang out while the kids are up there.”

“Yay,” you leaned over and kissed his cheek, “You wanna help me out?”

“Sure,” he peaked over at the mess sprawled on the ground in front of you, “What are you working on?”

“Charm bracelets, there sort of an old camp tradition. You give them out to all the friends you made over summer,” you chuckled, “It’s super corny, but there’s an old camp rumor that if you give one to your summer love you’ll stay together forever. Some of the girls heard about it and they really wanted to make some so I told them we could work on them after dinner. It’s super fun for the campers, but the charms come in these big, unorganized tubs, and I wanted to try and sort them a bit so they don’t try to dump them on the floor or something.”

“That’s cute,” Tom grinned, excitement suddenly bubbled up inside him. A corny, old camp rumor about being together forever? It couldn’t get more perfect. “I’d be happy to help you organize love.”

“Thanks Tom,” you pushed a small pile of charms to him, “You can start with these.”

“Got it,” he got right to work organizing the charms in front of him, “So do you think it’s true? The whole staying together forever deal?”

“I don’t know, I only ever gave them to my friends,” you blushed lightly, “I was gonna give one to a boy I liked one year, but he had already got one from another girl. It was pretty devastating to my thirteen year old self.”

“His loss sunshine,” Tom chuckled, “Really, he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thanks babe.”

“Anytime,” he kissed your cheek again.

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Tom had to be strategic about his bracelet making if he wanted to keep it hidden from you. He knew word would get back to you fast if he went around bragging, and he wanted you to be surprised. As it turned out though, making a charm bracelet was a lot harder than he thought. Tom didn’t have the same crafting skills that you and other counselors did because he’d never really made any homemade gifts. It was a lot easier to go to the store and just buy the perfect gift, or to pay someone to go find it for him. He knew though, even if he bought you the most expensive charm bracelet in the world, it wouldn’t have the same effect. It was about putting in the time to make it himself, like when you’d put in the time to make him a tiny beaded lizard for him to attach to his lanyard. That tiny gesture had meant the world to him, and he wanted to do something like that for you too. Plus he was pretty sure the whole staying together forever bit wouldn’t work if he didn’t make the bracelet himself.

“Uh Tom, what are you doing?” one of your campers, a small girl named Ava, frowned at Tom while he sat on the porch of his cabin attempting to put a decent bracelet together.

It was the middle of free time, so the kids were all scattered across different groups. A few of Tom’s boys had decided to take a little downtime after a long morning hike, and Tom had decided to stay with them so he could work on his charm bracelet while they napped.

He was attempting to organize the charms in a way that you’d find pretty, “Just working on a little project Ava.”

“What kind of project?” she attempted to peek over at his work, “Is it a charm bracelet?”

Tom blushed lightly, “It’s just a project. What are you doing Ava? Where’s (y/n)?”

“She took some of the girls to ride horses,” she stated in a matter of fact tone, “Some of us wanted to go to the lake instead so she sent us with Charlie,” she pointed down the trail behind her, “See, there they are.”

Tom hummed as he spotted Charlie and a few of the other girls bobbing up the path, “Lucky break, I would have had to get you in trouble if you were wandering around alone.”

“You're grouchy,” Ava commented, still attempting to peek at what he was doing, “Are you in a bad mood because your charm bracelet sucks?”

“My charm bracelet doesn’t suck!” he flushed at the accusation, “It’s a perfectly normal charm bracelet!”

“No it isn’t, there’s way too many charms on it,” she sat down beside Tom, “Who’s it for?”

Tom pursed his lips, “Promise to keep it secret?”

She nodded and pretended to zip her lips shut, “I’m great at keeping secrets.”

“It’s for (y/n),” he confessed with a sigh, “I don’t really know how to do this sort of thing but I really want to make one for her. You know, because of the camp legend or whatever…”

Ava’s eyes widened excitedly, “Like so you guys can be together forever?”

Tom nodded, “Yes, exactly.”

“That’s so romantic,” she giggled, “You really love (y/n) that much?”

“Yeah, I love her a lot,” Tom sighed and set the bracelet down on the deck, “You really think it sucks?”

“Well when we were making ours (y/n) told us the charms should all mean something,” she explained as she began digging through some of the charms he had laid out, “What do these mean?”

“Nothing,” he groaned, “I just thought she would like them.”

“Ava come on we’ve got to get ready,” another girl, Harper, came bouncing up the stairs with a smile.

“I think I’m gonna stay here instead, Tom really needs help with his charm bracelet,” she smirked, “He’s making it for (y/n).”

“Ava!” Tom snapped while Harper went wide eyed.

“You’re making (y/n) a charm bracelet?” Harper grinned.

Tom groaned while Ava nodded, “Yeah, and he really needs help.”

“I wanna stay too,” Harper beamed.

“I do not need help,” Tom scoffed, “You two go to the lake. I am perfectly capable of making a bracelet.”

“Come on, we want to help,” Ava whined.

“Yeah, and we’re both really good at making bracelets,” Harper held out her wrist as an example, “See? Look at the one Ava made me.”

“And look at what Harper made me,” Ava stuck her wrist out also.

“Hmm,” Tom peeked over the bracelets, they were definitely much better looking than his, “Those do look good…”

“Told you,” Ava smiled smugly as Charlie came up the chairs to the deck.

“You two are supposed to be getting ready for the lake, not bugging Tom,” she smiled down at them.

“Can we stay here?” Ava asked, “Please? Tom needs help with arts and crafts.”

Charlie looked over at Tom, “Is that okay with you?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, some of the boys are napping and hanging out inside the cabin. I don’t mind watching them if they want to hang around too. I’ll just bring them down to the dinner hall when we head back.”

“Sounds good, girls don’t harass him too much.”

“We won’t,” Ava giggled.

“Yeah we’ll be good, promise,” Harper agreed.

The girls plopped themselves on either side of Tom while the rest of the girls piled into the cabin with Charlie. They began digging through the charms he had laid out, instructing him to pick ones with actual meaning. Pretty instantly he was able to grab a couple, an ice cream cone, a small heart, and a sun. As he dug through more and more charms he was able to connect meaning to many more pieces, and the girls were able to help him arrange them in a way that was much cuter than what he would have been able to do on his own.

“This looks great girls,” Tom complimented while he admired their work, “I think she’ll love this.”

“Do you think you guys will get married now?” Ava asked dreamily.

Tom chuckled, “Someday maybe, hopefully. It’ll probably be a little while though.”

“If you guys get married before camp next year will you invite us?” Harper beamed up at him.

“I don’t think we’ll get married that fast,” he smiled at the thought, “But if we do I’ll make sure we invite you girls, as long as you don’t tell (y/n) about the bracelet. I want it to be a surprise.”

They both nodded but Harper squealed, “Are you gonna give it to her tonight?”

“I don’t know about tonight, but I will soon,” he promised, “It’s got to be the right moment. I need you girls to keep it between us until then though. I’m trying to be with her forever, I don’t want to risk anything jinxing that.”

They looked at each other and nodded, “We won’t say anything,” Harper promised.

“Yeah, our lips are totally sealed,” Ava agreed.

“Good,” he nodded, “Now go get ready for dinner, and practice not saying anything.”

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Tom decided to wait until the kids had all gone to bed to give the bracelet, figuring it should be a special moment between the two of you. He asked you to come meet him out at the fire pit in front of your cabins after your kids fell asleep, where he sat anxiously on a log waiting for you. He shoved the bracelet into his pocket as soon as he spotted you and clenched his hands nervously in his lap.

“Hi,” he smiled awkwardly.

“Hi,” you raised a brow, he was visibly nervous, like he had been right before he kissed you for the first time, “Everything alright?”

He nodded, “Yeah, just come sit,” he patted the spot beside him.

You sat down on the log and crossed your legs, “You sure? It seems like you’ve got something on your mind.”

“Well I do, but it’s nothing bad,” he popped his knuckles before continuing, “I just, um, I wanted to talk a bit, and give you something.”

You smiled kindly back at him, “It’s just me Tom, whatever it is, it’s nothing to be nervous about.”

He nodded and slipped one hand into his pocket, “I’m not really sure the best way to do this, but I think I’ll give you this first,” he pulled the bracelet out, clutching it tightly before he handed it to you, “I-I made it.”

“Aw, Tom,” you pulled the bracelet up to your face to examine it, “This is so cute!”

“Thanks, I did it because of the whole legend and everything…” he flushed.

You pressed an excited kiss to his cheek, “I love it, it’s totally perfect.”

He sighed in relief, “Ava and Harper had to help me make it, you know I’m not really good at that sort of thing. I hope you like it.”

You beamed ear to ear as he snapped the bracelet onto your wrist, “I love it, it looks great Tom.”

He smiled at the praise, “They told me that the charms are supposed to have meaning, so I made sure all the ones I picked really meant something,” he rubbed his thumb over your wrist, “Like the sun, because I call you my sunshine, and the ice cream because of the time your cabin beat mine and capture the flag and I had to buy everyone ice cream.”

“And then we had our first kiss that night,” you finished the story for him, “What about the peach?”

His lips curled to a smirk, “Well I told the kids peaches are your favorite fruit…”

You burst into laughter, “Let’s stick with that then,” you continued to fiddle with the charms while you spoke, “This is super cute Tom.”

“I’m glad you think so, I’ve never really made a gift before so I was really worried about how it would turn out, honestly the girls were a big help,” he bit his cheek before continuing, “So, uh, you know, we’re gonna be together forever now right? We’re not gonna break up when summer ends or something…”

“Of course not!” you laughed, “Tom I am totally, head over heels, crazy in love with you.”

“Me too,” he squeezed your hand in his, “I was just kind of worried because we hadn’t talked about it or anything.”

“Well you’ve got nothing to worry about,” you promised with a kiss, “Maybe we won’t get to see each other every day anymore, but we’ll make it work.”

“That’s the other thing,” he flushed again, “I was thinking maybe I could move out towards you, so we wouldn’t have to be so far apart.”

“That’s really sweet Tom, but I don’t want you to have to uproot your whole life, I don’t mind a little commute,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “You’re worth it.”

“You are too, but I wanna see you everyday, I don’t want anything to change,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “It’s not really a big deal for me to move.”

“I think we’ve got a little while before we really need to worry about any of that,” you chuckled, “I haven’t even met your family yet, I don’t want them to think I’m trying to steal you away or something.”

“They won’t think that, they all know I’m crazy about you, I talk about you all the time,” he confessed, “Maybe you could meet them when camp ends though, and maybe I could meet your family too…”

You nodded, “I would love that Tommy, and I think my family will be totally crazy about you.”

“And I’m sure mine will feel the same,” he glanced over at your cabins, making sure none of the kids were spying before he pulled you into his lap. He took the hand he’d placed the bracelet on and kissed the inside of your wrist, “You wanna stay out here a little longer? I could tell you what the rest of the charms mean,” he offered.

You hummed and nodded, “Tell me about the heart next.”

“Well that one should be obvious,” he bit his cheek, “It’s my heart sunshine, and I gave it to you a long time ago.”

You rolled your eyes, “That was the corniest line ever.”

“You loved it,” he accused, “My corny one liners are the reason you fell for me.”

“No, it was the cute little swim trunks you parade around in at the lake,” you purred, “I just like your peach.”

He burst into a fit of laughter, “Well I like every bit of you sunshine, love it even.”

“Yeah, I love you too,” you pressed a long, lingering kiss to his lips, “Corny one liners and all.”

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I cant believe it’s over. Ash, this has been such an amazing journey and I’m so honored to be able to see you grow along with this series as well. Thank you for everything, it was beautiful 🤍

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That Which Binds You XV - Finale

Pairing: Stark!Peter x Blackcat!Reader

A/N: Here it is, the very last chapter, I’m so sad it’s over but I really loved writing this and I hope you all loved it as much as I did! Reblogs and feedback are very much appreciated and encouraged. I would love, love, love to read your thoughts on this chapter and the series as a whole. I love you guys so much, thank you so much for reading my series xx

Summary: With everything put behind you it’s finally time for you and Peter to just enjoy each other

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“You can’t see right?” you waved your hand in front of Peter’s face to test him.

He laughed and nodded, “I promise I’m totally blind.”

“Good,” you grabbed both of his hands and pulled him into the studio, “Okay, I want to make sure the lighting and everything is perfect so just wait here for a second, no peeking.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he clasped his hands in front of him and waited patiently for you to finish fiddling with your painting.

For the past two weeks you’d been locked away in a studio working on some mysterious big final project for your painting class. You hadn’t let Peter, or anyone else, take even the tiniest peek at it. You refused to even tell them what the project was, instead you just locked yourself in the rented studio for hours and hours so you could work without anyone around to disturb you. Peter had to deliver you food at the door just to make sure you were eating. One night you were there so late that he decided he was going to go drag you home himself and he found you passed out with your head laying on a paint pallet. He then spent the rest of the night helping you wash paint out of your hair.

Peter and your other friends all thought you were acting crazy, but it was worth it. It was the best thing you’d ever painted. Even though it was your final, Peter’s opinion was the only one you cared about. You wanted to be sure everything was perfect when you showed it to him. So you made him wait while you placed the painting at just the right angle, so it would look the best that it possibly could when he finally laid his eyes on it.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “Before you take the blind fold off I want to give you a little background.”

“Alright,” he smiled, “You’re the artist.”

“So, the assignment was to find a quote that we resonated with and to paint it. The quote I picked is from Marcus Aurelius, he was a Roman emperor and stoic philosopher,” you laughed awkwardly, “I guess you don’t really need background on him though. The important bit here is how I relate to and view the quote, and I related it to you,” you flushed, “I-I feel like you’ll understand once I read the quote, so it’s ‘Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.’.”

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Still In My Heart || th. smau

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⇾ summary – Just four months ago you broke up with your three years long term boyfriend, Tom Holland. After your break up you wrote a new album; 'Still In My Heart', which took the world by storm. But the thing that took you by storm, was when Tom suddenly started texting you again.

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⇾ a/n – Part 10 is finally here, and a lot is happening! I just want to say thank you to everyone who has interracted with this series, I love hearing your feedback and thoughts, it means a lot! I hope you like this part!

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I WAS JUST IN A SILLY GOOFY MOOD 😭 ASH IM DEAD (like fisk (that stupid ass hoe))

PETER MJ AND HEATHER ARE LITERALLY MAKING ME BAWL RN I CANNOT WITH THEIR LOVE AND SUPPORT

My heart is aching in the best fucking way

OHHHHHH MY GOD YESSSSS ALDJAKDKAJDKAHDD FISK IS DEAD FISK IS DEAD FISK IS DEAD EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU ASH BC I WAS WAITING FOR THIS BITCH TO DIE

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That Which Binds You XIV

Pairing: Stark!Peter x Blackcat!Reader

A/N: Second to last chapter!! I hope you guys like it, please please please let me know if you enjoyed and any thoughts you have. Feedback and reblogs are heavily encouraged and greatly appreciated. Thank you all so much for reading, get ready it’s a long one, love you all xx

Warnings: Canon typical violence, graphic description of injuries, blood

Summary: You, now with the help of Spiderman and Ironman, come up with a plan to rescue MJ

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“Wake up, wake up, wake up!” Morgan jumped up and down beside your head, startling you so badly that you almost fell off the bed, “(y/n) wake up!”

“What the hell…” you rubbed your eyes and pushed yourself up, “What are you doing? Where’s Peter?”

“Peter went to the lab, daddy told me to come get you for breakfast,” she giggled happily while she jumped, causing the whole bed to shake, “He made pancakes!”

“Awesome,” you watched her spin in a circle before falling down onto her stomach with a huff, “I’ll come out in just a second okay?”

“Daddy told me to show you where the kitchen is,” she frowned at you, “He told me it’s a very serious mission.”

“Well how about I meet you outside in just a minute? I’ve got to go to the bathroom real quick.”

“Okay!” she leapt off the bed and slammed the door shut as she ran outside.

You groaned and dragged yourself out of the bed. You noticed a stack of your now dry clothes at the bottom of the bed, but you didn’t have the energy to get ready yet. Instead you pulled on the same pair of sweats you’d been wearing the night before and headed into Peter’s bathroom. You pulled your hair into a messy ponytail and splashed some water on your face to try and wake yourself up. Without your phone you had no idea what time it was, or when you got to bed the night prior, but you could tell you hadn’t gotten nearly as much sleep as you body needed.

“Alright Morgan let’s go get some pancakes,” you sighed as you pushed the door open.

“I already ate mine,” she informed you while she tugged you down the hall, “They were so good.”

“Ah, she lives,” Tony chuckled as Morgan pulled you over to the table where a plate of pancakes and eggs sat waiting for you, “Peter should be up any minute, I figured you could both use some food.”

Your stomach rumbled as the smell of the pancakes hit your nose. Thinking back on it you realized you hadn’t eaten since Peter made you breakfast the day before.

“He hasn’t been down there all night has he?” you frowned.

“He certainly tried, but I made him turn in for a few hours,” he chuckled, “He went back down about an hour ago, said he wanted to let you sleep. He should be up for breakfast in a few.”

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What can be better than this

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SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME (2021) | dir. Jon Watts

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Stephen Strange Stephen strange

with America Chavez with Peter Parker

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im so sick of running as fast as i can; wondering if id get there quicker if i was a man

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SCREAMING BARKING ABSOLUTELY FERAL FOR THIS FIC YOU DONT EVEN KNOW

EVERYTHING ABT IT. FROM PETER, TO THE BANTER, TO THE PLOT. TOP TIER.

i’m sorry this is kinda lengthy but basically peter is a huge simp for reader but he’s scared to put her in danger bc he’s spider-man but some villains find out he likes reader anyway so they attack her but he’s nearby and rushed to help her only to see that her take them out and finds out that’s she’s an underground hero so he confronts her later and it’s super fluffy and cute

silk - p.p.

pairing: th! peter parker x fem! reader

summary: in which peter’s school crush is not what she seems.

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tw: mentions of abusive relationships and violence.

a/n: i hope you don’t mind i changed up the plot just a little bit!! same idea basically but just slightly different. im in a bit of a writing slump so i hope you dont mind i used ur request to try and get my creative thinking back up and running LOL. i never know what to do when making reader a superhero so i just made Y/N like silk from the comics. if you don’t know who she is, google her! she’s awesome! thanks for the request <3 BTW this is not edited bc im lazy

PETER LIKED TO THINK HE WAS SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW WHEN TO GIVE UP. He was an Avenger, for gods sake; if he could fight someone like Thanos, then he could accurately gage when it was time to take a step back and admit that not all battles could be won. Even if he was willing to fight until his last breath.

He had liked Y/N for a while. Longer than he’d ever admit to anyone else, even Aunt May or Ned. Since before he became Spider-Man, she had caught his eye, but Peter had always been a bit too nervous to approach her. He had gotten lucky when his schedule lined up with hers for his Junior year, having five out of his seven classes with her. The only issue, however, was her boyfriend.

Her boyfriend was no match for Peter. Peter might be Spider-Man undercover, but in the daylight of his high school career, he was... kind of a loser. Y/N’s boyfriend, James, was six-foot-three and Captain of the wrestling team, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw. Peter, on the other hand, was a measly five-foot-nine and often compared himself to looking like a toddler. Aunt May said otherwise, but that didn’t change anything.

“Hey, Pete,” she smiled at him, the apples of her cheeks round as she slid into the seat in front of him. She was the only one who called her ‘Pete,’ with the exception of Aunt May. Having so many shared classes had brought forth the closest thing he could get to being hers: an in-school friendship.

“Hi,” he pursed his lips into a smile, lifting a hand up in a meek wave. Fiddling with his pencil where it hovered above his graph paper, he eyed her and said, “I, uh— I like your shoes.”

“Oh, really?” she glanced down at the black-and-white skate shoes. “I was iffy about wearing them, ‘cause they kind of make me feet look like squares, don’tcha think?”

Peter peered back down at the shoes and cracked a small grin. “Maybe a little bit. But it’s not bad, I think they’re cool.”

“Thanks!” Y/N leaned down to unzip her backpack, taking out the notebook of graph paper with a series of messy scribbles along the margins. She flipped it open, turned in her chair to face him. “Okay, so I’m assuming you did the homework? I seriously have no idea how to do this, and I figured you did.”

“Oh, yeah — yeah, I — I did the homework,” Peter nodded fervently, leaning forward over his desk so he could see her notebook. She placed it on the top of his desk, fully facing him, and pointed to the second problem on the sheet.

“So I used SOH-CAH-TOA to find this angle, but then I guess I messed it up somewhere along here....” she continued talking, explaining the process of her attempt at solving the calculus problem. Peter listened intently to her words, all while staring at the different flecks of color in her e/c eyes and losing himself the way she bit the inside of her cheek in between sentences. “Peter?”

“Yeah?” he snapped out of it. She was smiling at him and oh, shit, he hadn’t heard the second half of what she was saying.

“So do you think you could help?” she asked. Her eyes shifted over towards the clock on the front wall. “‘Cause we got like three minutes until the period officially starts and I seriously need a good grade.”

“Yeah, of course,” Peter gulped and grabbed his calculator, focusing his eyes on the graph paper and began copying down the equation from his own notebook. It was dreadfully difficult to keep his focus with her leaning so close to him, her perfume flooding into his brain and fogging up his mind. He scribbled down the solution as fast as you can.

“Oh, duh!” she slumped her shoulders. “I guess I multiplied wrong. I always screw up simple math.”

“No, you did it right the first time,” Peter gently smiled at her, careful not to keep eye contact for too long. “Just a little mess up in the middle. But all the other math was, uhm... spot on.”

“Thanks, Pete,” she nodded, tapping her fingers on the spiral spine of her notebook. “I’m really glad that — oh shit!”

She jolted in her spot, a pair of hands coming down to squeeze her shoulders. She turned around and sighed; Peter followed the hands and was disappointed to see James, her boyfriend, standing beside her desk.

“You scared the shit out of me!” she said breathily, one hand flying to rest over her heart. “Jesus!”

“Sorry, babe,” James chuckled, slipping into his spot— which just so happened to be right beside her, diagonal from Peter. “What’s good, Penis Parker?”

Peter felt his ears turn red, and he clenched his jaw, avoiding the other boys eyes and shifting awkwardly in his seat. Y/N abruptly whacked her boyfriend on the arm, suddenly frowning.

“Don’t be a dick,” she said pointedly. James laughed.

“It’s just a joke,” he lifted his hands in defense. “Parker doesn’t care, does he? Do you?”

Peter glanced up, eyes darting between James and Y/N. He only shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter,” Y/N said, scooting her chair under her desk as soon as she saw the teacher enter the classroom. “It’s still rude and immature and his name is Peter.”

“Okay, chill out,” James muttered. “Hey, you did the homework, right?”

Peter watched Y/N send her boyfriend a very tired expression, her shoulders slouching. “Seriously?"

“What? C’mon, I had practice ‘till late last night,” James frowned. “And you know how much I struggle with Calc.”

Y/N gave another sigh before reluctantly handing him her notebook. Peter watched the exchange with a slight frown, biting his tongue to refrain from saying something about cheating and morality or something equally as stupid. He wasn’t going to tattle. He didn’t want to do that to her, not that he gave a flying fuck about what happened to James.

James wordlessly threw the notebook back to her after a few minutes; she caught it swiftly and spared him another longing sort of glance before bowing her head and facing the front of the room. Peter clenched his jaw and sent a glare towards the back of James’ head; he knew he was a dick, and she knew he was a dick. So why the hell was she dating him?

There was no way in hell that James had some kind of brilliant quality about him that made this kind of treatment worth it. It’s not like he was remarkably thoughtful, or funny, or attractive. He was pleasant looking, sure, but Peter was sure there wasn’t a single redeeming quality about him.

As though he had heard his thoughts, James suddenly turned his head around and was met with Peter’s lingering glare. He narrowed his eyes at him, glanced at Y/N, and then looked back at Peter. Peter fought the urge to bow his head and shy away; he was Spider-Man for fuck’s sake! He could handle some stupid high school asshole, couldn’t he?

Peter frowned the entire walk from class to his locker, where he tiredly turned his lock and swung open the metal door as though the interaction in Calculus had taken a serious toll on him.

“Peter!” came a cheery voice from his right. Leaning back to look over his locker, he saw Ned, grinning. “You look so unhappy to see me. Is there a reason for this, or are you just, like, being moody today?”

“Being moody today,” Peter mumbled. “’Cause of stupid James Lewis.”

“Ah,” Ned said wisely, leaning against the other lockers as Peter slipped out his textbook and closed the metal door. “Yeah, that can really wreck a guys mood.”

“Yeah,” Peter breathed, watching as Y/N approached her locker on the other end of the hall. James followed at her heels, laughing obnoxiously with another boy on the wrestling team and ignoring his girlfriend entirely. Y/N took out her books, clutching them to her chest, and turned to speak to James; Peter watched as she fiddled nervously with her necklace as she waited for her boyfriend to look at her. “Why’s she dating him, man? He’s so awful.”

“I dunno, dude,” Ned shrugged. “Women are the world’s greatest mystery.”

“So are men,” Peter muttered, sending James a final glare before he and Ned turned the other way.

---

EARLY THAT EVENING, just before he left for patrol, Peter’s phone rang. Which was fairly normal, considering Ned called him a million times a day and Aunt May often send him the occasional call on her way home from work. This time, however, startled him, because the name on the call was not Ned, nor was is May. It said Y/N.

“H-Hey, Y/N, hi!” Peter stammered out after pressing the green answer button, steadying his grip on his phone after it had almost slipped from his grasp. “Hello!”

“Hi, Pete,” her voice said, sounding sweet. “Sorry to call you at such a weird time. I—er— had a question about the homework?”

“Oh, yeah!” Peter held the phone to his ear with his shoulder and shot his hand out across his room; a web flung from his wrist and stuck itself onto his Calculus notebook. It soared towards him, and he frantically flipped to the most recent page. “Which one?”

“Uhm, number three.”

Peter scanned the page through the latex of his mask.

“I don’t think we had to do number three tonight,” he answered with an awkwardly laugh. Through the phone, she gave a noise of disapproval.

“Ugh, of course!” she said exasperatedly. “I always copy down the wrong numbers from the board. Thanks for telling me. Sorry to bother you!”

“No, no, you’re not — you’re not a bother!” Peter insisted in a shrill voice, grabbing his mask from the top of his head and tugging it off of his face. “Never a bother!”

With a laugh, she said, “I totally procrastinated my homework... I was totally binge watching all the Spider-Man videos on YouTube. Have you see them?”

Peter coughed rather loudly. “Erm, yeah, a few. Don’t really pay attention to, uh... to Spider-Man...”

“They’re totally awesome,” she gushed, and Peter felt heat flood up into his cheeks. “How do you not pay attention to Spider-Man? I feel like that’s right up your alley.”

“I dunno,” Peter shrugged absentmindedly. “We’ve got tons of Avengers, y’know? Guess I’m just... erm... kinda desensitized to it.”

"I’m kind of a dork about the Avengers, actually,” she said timidly. “I don’t care how many times I see Captain America on the news— I am totally mesmerized each and every time. Same with Spider-Man. I think they’re so cool.”

“...mesmerized?” Peter perked his head up. “Uhm... how so?”

“Thought you didn’t care about Spider-Man?”

Peter pressed his lips together. “I don’t.”

You dismissively waved your hand and said, “Then, I’ll stop. I don’t mean to be geeking out.”

“No, it’s okay!” Peter said hastily. “Really, I don’t mind. I think it’s cool that you think the Avengers are cool. They are cool.”

“But not Spider-Man?”

“I — well — no, Spider-Man is cool, I never said he wasn’t cool,” Peter went on. “But, I’m just saying, like... I dunno. The other Avengers are better. Like... like Iron Man, he’s awesome. Black Widow, she’s... the best.”

“Hm,” she paused. “I think I’ll be her for Halloween. You totally just sparked my imagination, thanks!”

“No problem,” he replied, willing himself not to think about what she might look like in the tight, leather suit that Black Widow wore. There was a beat of silence, and Peter was sure he had started sweating.

“Okay, well... I ought to finish the homework that we actually have to do,” she joked, a smile heard within her words. Peter felt himself grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow in class, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah— see you!” he said, and with a Click! she was gone. Turning off his phone, he tossed it onto his bed and groaned, putting his head in his hands and frowning. He was way too enthusiastic to say See you!. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed his phone again and slipped it into his pocket before grabbing his mask and slipping it over his face; it was time to patrol, not to daydream. Cracking open his window, he was gone.

---

SOMETHING WAS WRONG. Peter felt it as soon as he went on patrol for the night. The streets of the city were empty, the night breeze whisking up the dust of the pavement and paving a path for no one. It was unlike Queens to be so quiet at this time of night; even at a quarter past midnight, the city was usually lively, however this night was different.

Mindlessly winging along the sides of the cities skyscrapers, Peter wondered what could be the cause of this weird occurrence. It wasn’t like someone kidnapped and hid away the entire population of Queens... nor was their some kind of alien abduction (he would’ve seen it). Maybe it was a holiday he wasn’t aware of and every happened to go on vacation at the same time. Or maybe—

“Woah!” said a voice, and before his eyes focused back into the world around him, he slammed face first into another figure. He shot a hand up as he flipped upside down, a web sticking onto one of the nearby billboards above, and watched as the mysterious figure slid down the wall before coming to a pause. He blinked. How were they sticking to the wall?

Lowering himself down, he stared at the figure. He might have been watching them from an upside-down point of view, but he could see clearly the web design on their suit. 

“Hi,” he said, tilting his head to the side as though to watch them more clearly. They lifted their head, pushing h/c out of their eyes; they had a red mask over their nose and mouth, e/c eyes blinking up at him. 

The torso of their suit was silver, with a red-and-black web pattern across their chest, however the arms and legs were black with the exception of her fingers, which were painted a bright red. Woah.

“Uhm,” Peter said again. “How’s it hangin’?”

“It’s all right,” the figure said; the voice was feminine, familiar. He felt his stomach jump for a second, as though he knew who it was, but it went away after a moment. “With the exception of you slamming into me.”

“Sorry about that,” Peter lowered himself more and crawled up the single web so he could be right-side up, at her eye-level. “Wasn’t paying attention. Hey, who are you?”

“None of your bees-wax,” she sassed, lifting a hand up. “I gotta go.”

“Woah, woah!” Peter shot out a web to intercept hers, swinging up to follow her. “Hey, c’mon! You know who I am, right?”

“Obviously,” she said, her back to him as she swung away. “Doesn’t mean I owe you anything.”

Peter frowned under his mask. “Well, how’re you also SpiderMan? Or... Spider-Woman? Sorry.”

“It’s Silk, actually,” she said exasperatedly. “And I’m what you call also SpiderMan because some nasty insect decided to bite me two days ago.”

“Yesterday?” Peter mused, still following her. “How’re you swinging so well, then?”

“Practice,” she shrugged and came to a stop on a nearby rooftop. “Are you gonna follow me all the way home, or what?”

“Oh, sorry,” Peter launched himself towards her, landing on the same roof. “I’m just... curious. Hey, were you the reason why everyone was gone?”

“Yup. Huge robbery at the edge of the city. Everyone sort of flocked outside when I got ‘em out of the place,” she said, crossing her arms over his chest. Peter stared, eyes trailing over the fine details of her suit. She furrowed her brows. “Hey! Look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you, you creep!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” Peter flinched. “I wasn’t— I wasn’t staring at your— I was looking at your suit! It’s really cool.”

“Thanks,” she avoided his eyes and rubbed the side of her head. Peter then noticed she had a bruise forming on her upper cheekbone. “I need to go home, okay?”

“Okay, yeah,” Peter nodded feverishly. “Didn’t mean to keep you.”

“All good, SpiderMan,” she gave him a salute and said, “See you ‘round.”

---

WORD OF SILK had spread faster than Peter anticipated. The next day at school, her name permeated about the hallways, whispers of her trickling around Peter wherever he went. She was the first thing Ned spoke of when Peter saw him that morning, and he was floored to find out Peter had actually met her.

Y/N was not in the calculus classroom when Peter walked in. She usually was there before him, however the seat in front of him remained empty. James, her boyfriend, came in earlier than usual, looking especially cranky. Peter gave him his own glare (which wasn’t very menacing, but he liked to pretend it was) before averting his eyes to his graph paper. 

“The hell are you looking at, Parker?” James barked. Peter shifted his eyes up.

“Nothing,” Peter said.

James scoffed and slumped into his seat, running a hand through his hair before sending a nod of a greeting to the girl who sat on the other side of him. Peter frowned at this, watching as the random girl blushed and sent a wave back. 

Right before the bell rang, as the last kids settled into their seats, Y/N speed-walked in, frantically apologizing to the teacher as she hustled into her seat. Peter sat up straighter, staring to try and meet her eyes, but she slid into her seat without looking up at anyone. 

The teacher, Mr. Bruno, began to teach, and Peter watched as James leaned over to nudge Y/N with the eraser of his pencil. She snapped her head over; her eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks flushed red, and her fist was clenched around her pencil.

“Woah,” James whispered. “What happened to you?”

She deeply inhaled through her nose, closing her eyes for a moment. “What do you want?”

“Don’t take that tone with me,” James furrowed his brow. “You did the homework, right?”

“Yes, but I can’t give it to you now,” she whispered. “Mr. Bruno’s teaching, and I’d get in trouble—”

“Oh, come on, Y/N, just slide it over,” James said dismissively. “Won’t hurt you. It’s really not that big of a deal—”

“She said no,” Peter blurted. James whipped his head around, as did Y/N. She blinked at him, e/c eyes shining, and she gave him a pursed-lip smile that said thanks, but you shouldn’t have done that.

“The hell did you just say?” James hissed. “Huh, Penis Parker? You got somethin’ to say?”

“Yeah,” Peter gulped. “She said no. Leave her alone.”

“She’s my girlfriend,” James barked. “This is our business, all right?”

Y/N said nothing, avoiding both of their eyes; she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and Peter saw her chest begin to ride and fall rather quickly. It was then he noticed, as he stared at her, that there was a large bruise on the side of her cheek. Oh god, Peter thought. He’s hitting her.

“You shouldn’t speak to your girlfriend that way,” Peter muttered, turning back to face the whiteboard, copying down the notes that Mr. Bruno had written. “It’s disrespectful.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m going to take your relationship advice, Parker,” James scoffed, shaking his head. “No girl could ever date you, man.”

“Quit being a dick, James!” Y/N said rather loudly, to which Mr. Bruno finally turned around and set his eyes on her. The classroom fell silent.

“Ms. L/N, please don’t use that kind of language in my classroom,” he said gently, to which Y/N melted into her chair and nodded her head.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, casting her eyes down. She didn’t speak for the rest of the class, ignoring glares she received from James. She didn’t even turn around when they were told to work independently. Peter prayed she wouldn’t pay for his actions.

“Hey,” he said to her as soon as the bell rang, reaching over to touch her shoulder. She jumped back, eyes wide, before her shoulders deflating at the sight of him.

“Oh, sorry, Pete,” she said, her voice tired. Her eyes were still bloodshot and glistening, and he stared at her gently with concern. “Scared me.”

“Wait here for a sec,” he told her, watching as James threw his bag over his shoulder. She gave him a look. “Please?”

“Y/N, c���mon,” James beckoned her. Y/N spared Peter a look before she turned and said.

“I’ll catch up,” she said carefully. “I gotta talk to Pete.”

James glanced in between them cynically, before his malicious glare settled on Peter. He clenched his jaw and said, “Fine,” before stomping out of the classroom.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked Y/N once James was out of earshot.

“I’m just tired, I promise,” she assured him. “I didn’t sleep well.”

“You’re all flushed. And your face is bruised...” Peter lifted a hand up absentmindedly as though to graze the bruise with his knuckle, but he snapped his hand back down to his side when he realized what he was doing. Glancing back at the door, where James had disappeared, Peter said, “Look, if somethings wrong... if you’re not safe...”

Y/N furrowed her brows. “Safe? I’m plenty safe, I promise. What is this about?”

“James,” Peter said. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions, but... he kind of treats you like shit, Y/N.”

“I — he’s just...” she gulped. “He gets angry. I know it’s not good, but...”

She clenched her jaw and glanced feverishly behind Peter. 

“It’s not like I can just dump him and have everything be all rainbows and sunshine, okay?” her shoulders tensed. “He’s my first boyfriend, I... I can’t just dump him.”

Peter frowned and glanced down at her bruised cheek. “But he’s...”

Y/N lifted a hand to touch her bruise, and with a faint smile she said, “I know what you’re thinking. He didn’t hit me, Pete.”

“You don’t have to lie,” Peter pressed further. Y/N furrowed her brows. “You can tell me. I can help you—”

“It’s not from him, Peter!” she insisted and threw her backpack over her shoulder, however it accidentally whacked her water bottle than had been sitting on the corner of the desk. 

Peter, the hairs on his arms raising, lunged forward to grab it, however his fingers bumped right into hers. Lifting his eyes up, he saw that she had caught the bottle before he had. How...? he couldn’t finish the thought. She pursed her lips and turned to tuck the water bottle into the side pocket of her bag. 

“Don’t worry about me, Peter,” she said hastily without looking at him, her hand not leaving the water bottle on the side of her backpack. 

She shook her wrist around as though to try and take her fingers off the bottle, however her hand stayed put. Peter watched intently. Y/N finally settled on taking the bottle out and holding it in front of her. 

“I’m fine,” she told him firmly. “Erm — see you.”

And she circling around him without another word, starting towards the door. Peter hastily turned to grab his own bag in an attempt to rush after her.

“Wait, you left your—!” Peter picked up her pencil and turned around, but she was already gone. Sighing, he moved to put the pencil down, but something caught him off guard; a strand of a spider web wrapped around the eraser like a cocoon. His head snapped up.

No fucking way. 

---

DESPITE HAVING A good amount of classes with her, Y/N seemed to keep slipping out of his grasp again and again throughout the day. She ignored the notes he kept asking Ned to give her in History, pretending like she didn’t see him staring at her in English, speed-walking away from him in the cafeteria. Peter was sure he’d have to web her to keep her in one place just so he could talk to her.

By the sound of the final bell, Peter raced out of his last class (Physics) and practically sprinted to his locker before pushing his way down the stairwell in an attempt to reach the main entrance to the school to find Y/N. She parked her car on the side of the building, and although Peter walked the other way to catch his bus home, he decided to walk to her car. But when he reached her car, and she wasn’t there, he realized how creepy he probably seemed.

“Pete?” he heard his name, and he grimaced before turning around. Y/N was standing on the sidewalk, books hugged to her chest.

“Hey,” he dragged out, tensing his shoulders. “Uhm. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she sighed, walking around the other side of the car to drop her backpack and books onto the passenger seat. “What... erm... what’re you doing at my car?”

“Well, that’s... it’s...” Peter pursed his lips. Digging into his pocket, he took out her web-wrapped pencil. Her brows twitched. “I found this.”

“Thanks,” she reached out and grabbed it from him. “I was looking for it.”

“No, that’s... look at the end of it,” Peter said. At this, she furrowed her brows in confusion and glanced down at the eraser, covered in silk. She clenched her jaw and said nothing. “I... you can tell me, y’know.”

“Tell you what?” she said, putting her pencil back in her pocket. Peter opened his mouth wordlessly. “What’s up with you and your accusations today?”

“Okay, in my defense, it’s kind of hard to not thing you’ve got an abusive boyfriend when he treats you — and everyone else, might I add! — like shit all the time, every day.”

“I — he doesn’t —”

“So when you come into class looking like you’re about to cry, and with a bad bruise on the side of your cheek, excuse me for being just a little bit concerned!” Peter blurted. Y/N stared at him wordlessly. “And now there’s spider-web wrapped around your pencil. And the whole school is talking about this mysterious spider-woman—”

“She’s not a Spider-Woman,” Y/N muttered, brushing past Peter and opening the door to the driver’s seat. “Her names’ Silk.”

“Proving my point!” Peter threw his arms up. “I know it’s you! Silk said the same thing!”

At this, Y/N squinted and peered at him oddly. “What do you mean Silk said the same thing? Have you met her?”

Peter opened and closed his mouth like a fish for a moment. “I — that’s — no! Of course I haven’t! When — when would I have —?”

“Ah, okay,” Y/N suddenly smirked. “Why don’t you tell me what your deal is, then? I know it’s you!”

Peter clenched his jaw. “What... don’t turn this on me! This is about you!”

“You just made it about you,” Y/N stepped forward to him, and lowering her voice to a whisper, she said, “Spider-Man.”

Peter flushed and jumped back. “No! No, that’s — I don’t know where you’re getting that from! Look at me, I can’t be — I could never be — look at me! I don’t even—”

Y/N suddenly threw her phone out towards the ground at Peter’s feet. Cutting off his ramble, he struck his hand out nonchalantly and catch the phone. Handing it back to her, he continued, “Careful with that. But, anyways, it’s not me!”

“You just caught that in less than a second,” Y/N deadpanned. “If you’re honest with me, I’ll be honest with you.”

Peter stared at her for a moment, unsure. Rocking back and forth on his feet, he squinted and said, “You first.”

Sighing, she rolled her eyes and said, “Okay. You’re right.”

“Ha!” Peter pumped a fist in the air. “Knew it!”

“Now you.”

He frowned and took a deep breath. “You... I... you can’t tell anyone.”

She suddenly beamed. “Y’know, I thought there was something suspiciously charming about Spider-Man.”

Red-faced, Peter said, “Charming?”

“Yeah,” Y/N shrugged sheepishly, her face tinged pink. “Look, I... James is...” she sighed. “I broke up with him. Right after last period.”

Peter’s face lit up.

“But... it’s not all sunshine and roses now,” she muttered. “He made a big stink about it and now he won’t stop calling me, and... he just... he scares me a bit.”

He frowned and took a step closer to her, leaning against the side of the car to face her. “I won’t let him hurt you.”

“Thanks," she said half-heartedly.

“I’m serious,” Peter said, bowing his head slightly and staring down at her. “He might be a wrestler or whatever he is, but I’m literally a superhero.”

She snickered.

“What?”

“Nothing, it just sounds funny,” she giggled and glanced away, her cheeks still pink. “I appreciate it, Pete. Really.”

She was closer to him than he had anticipated, her sweet-smelling perfume flooding his sensing and ensnaring him in his place. He swallowed, his hands twitching at his sides as he felt an invisible force push him closer, faces leaning in.  

“Hey!” came a voice from their side. An old woman, standing by the door of her house nearby Y/N’s car was parked. “You can’t stay parked there all afternoon, y’hear!”

“Sorry, ma’am!” Y/N called back, giggling. Peter laughed as well, ducking his head and running a hand through his hair bashfully. “Looks like we should move.”

“Yeah,” was all Peter could find it in him to say. She grinned and glanced to her side again. Peter followed her eyes, noticing that she was watching the old woman walk back into her house. “What should —!”

Y/N had shot her hand out, a web flying from her wrist and sticking to his side to pull him in and press her lips to his. It was hasty, the kiss, and just as she pulled away, she beamed and slid into the driver’s seat.

“You want a ride, or what?”

---

a/n: okay i kind of love this a lot. its cute. 

[rednights]

she can do whatever the hell she wants!! you go girlie <3

[rednights]

Omgggg 🥺

Without Love

Pairing: deaf!Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: you contract HanaHaki disease, a disease that makes you cough up flowers when your love is unrequited, and have to stay away from Peter but you can’t tell him why

Masterlist

“All right team. I needed this mission done quickly and effectively, which is why I didn’t ask any of the men to help out. So complete your tasks, get back to the jet, and try not to die. Thanks ladies.” Tony told you all before getting off the jet. The mission was simple. There was a small town on the edge of the state that had reports of babies being born with genetic mutations. You just needed to collect some samples from a Forrest to see if the nearby company was polluting the water with chemicals, Bruce’s running theory on why the mutations were occurring. You got off the jet and felt your phone buzz in the pocket of your suit. You pulled it out and saw a text from Peter. You smiled and texted him back as everyone spread out to complete their tasks.

“Stop texting your boyfriend and focus on the mission.” Kate said as she slung her arm around your shoulders.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes and felt an embarrassed blush heat up your face.

“Uh huh.” Kate said sarcastically as she left your side to complete her task. Once you completed your part of the mission, you looked around the field and noticed a pink tree near where Wanda was standing.

“Cherry blossoms.” You smiled and went over to the tree. You gently touched the branches and inhaled the scent.

“I just noticed it too.” Wanda told you. “I’ve never seen one in full bloom. It’s beautiful.”

“I know. I always used to wear this scent from Bath and Body Works called Japanese Cherry Blossoms. I love the way they smell.” You told the girls before going to sniff the plant again.

“I was also more of a Warm Vanilla Sugar kinda girl.” Wanda shrugged.

“A Thousand Wishes.” Nat chimed in.

“I love that one.” Wanda gushed. “And Champagne Toast.”

“This is Sweet Pea erasure.” Kate mumbled.

“Hey, I loved that one.” You assured Kate, making her smile. “But Japanese Cherry Blossom will always be superior to me. Seriously guys, this flower smells amazing.”

“There is some intense sniffage going on over there.” Kate laughed when she noticed how deep you had your nose in the flower.

“I’ve never smelt a flower this sweet. It’s like magic or something.” You said as you took another deep inhale.

“Damn. Get a room.” Nat teased you.

“Good thing Peter isn’t here to see this.” Wanda clicked her tongue. “I think he’d be jealous.”

You got a strange feeling in your stomach at the mention of Peter. You put your hand on your stomach and felt a wave of nausea hit you. You backed away from the plant and the feeling slowly went away.

“All right. I think we’re all done here. Let’s head back to the jet.” Nat said and you all followed her. Tony and Bruce were getting back at the same time you did and you all boarded the jet together. As soon as you sat in your seat, you pulled out your phone to text Peter. You told him how the mission went and waited for his response.

“I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll see you when you get back :)” His message read. You felt a wave of nausea hit your again as a strange feeling filled your chest.

“You okay over there, kiddo?” Tony asked when he noticed the look on your face.

“I don’t feel so good.” You gulped. You grabbed a nearby trash can and threw up into it. You looked in the bucket when you were done and felt your heart stop. Everyone noticed the ghastly look on your face and exchanged worried looks.

“What?” Tony asked you. You felt scared tears come to your eyes and slowly passed the bucket to Tony. He looked inside and got the same stunned expression on his face.

“Banner, can you come take a look at this?” Tony asked in a falsely calm voice. Bruce got up and looked in the bucket.

“Is that what I think it is?” Bruce asked.

“Are those…” Tony trailed off and examined the bucket again.

“What? What is it?” Natasha wondered.

“Flowers.” Tony said and showed the contents of the bucket to the group. You watched everyone’s expressions go from confused to shocked as Tony showed them what was inside.

“Cherry Blossoms, it looks like.” Bruce said.

“No. There’s no way that just came out of me. They must’ve been in the trash already.” You insisted.

“Yeah, maybe.” Tony weakly agreed. “Did anyone here throw out cherry blossoms?”

Everyone shook their heads and you felt yourself panic even more.

“They must be old then.” You shrugged. “From the last mission or something.”

Bruce looked into the bucket again and gave Tony a knowing look.

“What?” You asked. “What is it?”

“These look like fresh cut flowers to me.” Bruce said quietly, debunking your theory.

“They can’t be.” You laughed nervously and took the bucket back.

“They are.” Bruce said weakly.

“No. I did not just throw up flowers.” You insisted. “I didn’t even eat flowers!”

“They don’t look regurgitated. It looks like they came right out a garden.” Bruce observed. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out to find a text from Peter.

“I heated up some food for you for when you get back :)”

You read the text a few times as the feeling returned to your chest. It felt like something was blooming inside you and rising up your throat. You hunched over as pink and red flowers came out of your mouth. Everyone stared at you in stunned silence as you threw up flowers right before their eyes.

“Okay that time I definitely threw up flowers.” You said once you were done. You wiped your mouth but there was nothing to wipe away.

“What could possibly be causing this?” Wanda asked as she stared at the flowers on the ground.

“I’m not sure. I have a theory but I’ll have to run some tests when we get back to the tower.” Bruce told you.

“Are you in pain?” Kate asked as she came to your side and wrapped her arms around you.

“No. I just feel weird. I feels like butterflies in my stomach before it happens.”

“Did you do anything weird on the mission that could’ve caused this?” Tony asked you.

“Like what?” You wondered.

“Like eat a shit ton of petals.” Kate mumbled.

“No. Not that I can recall.”

“You were sniffing that cherry blossom tree pretty hard.” Nat recalled.

“Would that have caused this?” You asked. “I always go balls deep in flower arrangements.”

“I can’t say for certain yet. I’ll run some labs on you when we get back. Just to be sure.” Bruce assured you.

“Okay.” You gulped and sat back down. You were going to text Peter about what was happening but decided it would be better to tell him in person.

“we land in 10 mins” You texted him.

“ok. I can’t wait to see you :)” He wrote back.

“It’s happening again.” You realized as the feeling returned. Kate held your hair back as the petals spewed out of your mouth. Everyone watched sympathetically as the flowers came out of you, no one knowing what to do or say.

Once you landed, you could see Peter waiting for you near the landing pad. He waved excitedly as you descended from the plane and ran to you once you were on the ground again. He immediately pulled you into a hug after not seeing you for the three days it took to complete the mission. You hugged him back and let his arms comfort you. The feeling returned to your chest suddenly and you pulled away from him.

“How was it?” Peter signed with a smile on his face.

“It was okay. I think I caught a bug though.” You signed back.

“Are you okay? Do you feel sick?” Peter signed before touching the back of his hand to your forehead. You felt the feeling come back and stepped away from Peter before you could cough up any more petals. Peter looked a little hurt and confused as Bruce came to your side.

“We should figure this out sooner than later.” Bruce said and nodded towards the tower. Peter struggled to read his lips and looked to you for help.

“Dr. Banner wants to run some tests to see what’s wrong with me. I’ll see you after.” You signed before walking away with Bruce. Peter caught you by the wrist and pulled you back towards him.

“What’s happening?” He signed with a face full of concern.

“I’m not sure yet.” You told him. “Dr. Banner is gonna find out.”

“Can I come with you?” Peter asked. You felt the feeling return and turned your head as you coughed up a few petals. Luckily it was dark so Peter didn’t see the petals come out of you.

“I think it’s better if he stays outside.” Bruce told you and Peter struggled it read his lips again.

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay.” You signed to Peter with a sympathetic smile. Peter looked hurt again but nodded his head.

Soon enough, you were sitting on an exam table as Bruce ran labs on you. Peter was waiting outside the door and looking at you through the window. Kate had stayed with you and was holding your hand as Bruce read through your chart.

“Nat said you were sniffing a cherry blossom tree?” Bruce asked you.

“Yeah, I was. But it’s not like any petals went up my nose.”

“No.” Bruce shook his head. “But maybe a seed did.”

“A seed?”

“I think you may have contracted HanaHaki disease.” Bruce told you.

“Hana-what disease?” You frowned.

“HanaHaki. It’s a rare disease that I wasn’t even sure really existed until now. It comes from the Japanese words “hana” which means "flower", and “hakimasu” which means "to throw up". Essentially, it’s a disease where people cough up flowers or petals when they’re….”

“When they’re what?” You asked when Bruce trailed off.

“When they’re suffering from unrequited love.” Bruce told you, making that feeling return to your chest.

“Oh.” Kate said as her eyes flicked over to Peter.

“What? What do you mean “oh”? I am not suffering from one sided love.” You laughed weakly.

“Right.” Bruce said flatly. “But for arguments sake, let’s say you were. Because you are. And that’s why you’re spewing flowers every few minutes.”

Before you could answer, you heard a knock at the door. You looked over and saw Peter nervously looking through the window. You got the feeling again and clutched your stomach.

“Oh no. She’s gonna blow.” Kate said and held your hair back. She stepped in front of you to shield you from Peters view as you threw up more flowers.

“Thanks.” You sighed when you were done. Bruce looked at the flowers in the bucket before looking at you again.

“If I was suffering from one sided love, not saying I am, but if I was, how would we fix this?” You asked him.

“Well the disease is caused by flowers blooming in your heart and lungs. You cough them up when you’re reminding of your suffering. From what I’ve read, you can get the flower surgically removed to cure the disease.”

“Really? It’s that simple?” Kate asked hopefully.

“Yes. But removing the flower will cause your feelings for the person to disappear. You will never be able to love them again.” Bruce said, making your heart sink.

“That’s fine, right?” Kate asked you.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I want that.”

“There are some other side effects to consider.” Bruce continued. “The surgery could potentially take away your ability to love anyone ever again or take away your memories of the person you love.”

“What happens if I don’t get the surgery?” You asked him.

“The flower grows until it takes up all the space in your lungs and eventually kills you.” Bruce said quietly. Kate let out a sigh and wrapped her arms around you. You looked towards the door again and made eye contact with Peter. He signed something to you but your eyes were too blurry from the tears. The look of concern on his face only grew when he realized that you were crying. You had to look away before you threw up more flowers.

“I can’t do it.” You sniffled. “I can’t do the surgery.”

“But you could die without it.” Bruce warned you.

“I’d rather die than live without love.” You told him. Kate moved your hair off of your neck and blew on the back of it to calm you down as you cried.

“The surgery isn’t your only option. If you stop loving Pe-“ Bruce began but was met with a warning look from Kate.

“Uh -or whoever you love- then the disease will be cured.” Bruce continued.

“How am I supposed to stop loving him?” You asked as you wiped your face.

“How did you start?” Bruce mumbled. Kate gave him another look and he smiled apologetically.

“Y/n, this is not going to be easy. I need you to know that now. But if you want to stop loving him, you need to distance yourself from him. You won’t be able to stop feeling what you feel if you see him every day.” Bruce told you.

“I can’t just drop him.” You protested. “He’s my best friend.”

“I know he is.” Bruce sighed. “But I see the way you two interact. You will never get over him if you keep going the way you’re going.”

“What do you mean?” You scoffed. “What way are we going?”

Bruce and Kate exchanged a look and he decided to let her take this one.

“I know you think of Peter as your best friend. But people who are just friends don’t act the way you two act. Bruce is right. You’ll never be able to stop loving him if you’re around him all the time. If you want to get over him, you need to stay away from him.”

“I can’t do that.” You sniffled. “I can’t stay away from him. I love him. I can’t stay away.”

“You’re gonna die if you don’t.” Bruce said quietly. You heard knocking again and looked out the window at Peter. He had his hand pressed against the glass and was looking at you with concern in his eyes.

“How am I supposed to explain to him what’s happening?” You asked. “I can’t do that to him. I can’t break his heart.”

“Either you break his heart or you relinquish your own.” Bruce said as he put a hand on your shoulder. You put your hand over his and gave him a sad smile.

“Thanks, Dr. Banner. I should go.” You said and got off the table. You felt the butterflies in your stomach as you approached the door, knowing you’d have to face Peter.

“I’ll leave you guys to it.” Kate gave you a soft smile before walking away.

“What’s wrong? What did he say?” Peter asked you.

“He said I have a rare disease. I contracted it on the mission.” You told him.

“What disease? Are you okay? Are you in pain?” Peter signed. You could see the sheer panic on his face and felt the butterflies come flooding back. Before you could stop it, you were throwing up flowers on the floor of the hallway. Peter backed away in surprise before rubbing your back to comfort you.

“Did that just come out of you?” He asked you as he eyes stayed on the petals on the ground. You nodded and wiped your mouth again out of habit.

“How?” He signed.

“There’s a flower in my lungs.” You signed back.

“A flower? How did that get there?”

“It’s the disease. It grew in my chest.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” Peter asked. You looked at Peter for a minute and felt your eyes fill with tears.

“Yes actually. You have to stay away from me.” You signed and watched his face fall.

“Why? Is it contagious?”

“Yeah. It’s contagious.” You lied.

“Can’t I just wear a mask around you?”

“No, Peter. You need to stay away from me.” You signed again and he somehow looked even sadder.

“When will you be better?” He asked.

“I don’t know. It might not be for a long time.” You sighed as tears fell down your face. Peter pulled his sleeves over his hands so that he could wipe your tears. Once he was done, you coughed up more petals as he silently watched you.

“That’s okay.” He signed. “We can just text each other. And I could sit outside your door and stuff.”

“No, Peter. You have to stay away from me. You can’t talk to me or see me at all.” You signed to him and watched his face crumble.

“Why?”

“I don’t know how to explain it to you.” You signed as more tears fell down your face.

“Can you at least try?” Peter asked. You were about to sign something back when you felt the feeling return. You coughed up some more petals before turning to face Peter.

“I can’t. I’m sorry. Just stay away from me. Please. Just until I get better.” You signed to him and walked away. He caught your wrist and pulled you back towards him.

“I’ll miss you.” He signed. You smiled sadly and nodded your head.

“I’ll miss you too.”

“I love you.” Peter signed and you felt like your couldn’t breathe. You turned away from him and ran down the hallway, coughing up petals with each step.

You spent the next week isolated in your room. The girls would bring you food when you needed it and stay to hang out with you, which only confused Peter further. He would hang around on your floor and wait to see you the rare times you would leave your room. What he didn’t understand was why the girls could see you as they pleased but he was strictly forbidden from going anywhere near you. When he saw Tony coming out of your room one day, he decided to interrogate him.

“Did you just see Y/n?” Peter signed.

“What? Oh. Yeah. Yes.” Tony said and signed the word “yes” to Peter.

“How is she?” Peter asked. Tony tried to follow along but only recognized “how”.

“Uh…” Tony frowned and gave Peter a sympathetic look.

“Y/n. Is she okay?” Peter signed again, slower this time.

“Oh. Yes. She’d fine.” Tony said and signed “yes” again.

“Is there anything else you can tell me?” Peter signed and hoped his face would show the frustration he was feeling. Tony had no idea what he had said so he just gave Peter a weak smile and signed “yes” again.

The next day, Peter waiting on your floor until he saw Bruce leaving your room. Bruce had been going to see you every day to monitor your symptoms and was disappointed everyday to see that you were not getting better. Knowing that Peter was outside your door waiting for you was only making you sicker, but Peter didn’t know that. He waited for Bruce in the hallway and stepped in front of him.

“Is she okay?” Peter signed to him.

“She’s okay. You shouldn’t be over here.” Bruce signed back to the best of his abilities.

“When can I see her? Is she getting better?” Peter sighed. Bruce squinted as he tried to follow along, making Peter sigh in frustration.

“No. Not yet.” Bruce signed back, making Peter angrier.

“Well has she improved at all?” Peter asked. Bruce gave him a confused look and Peter groaned.

“I just want to see her. She won’t answer my texts.” Peter signed and Bruce understood with context clues.

“You can’t text her, Peter. You need it give her some space.”

“What kind of disease is so contagious that I can’t even text her?” Peter asked.

“It’s a rare disease. It works in weird ways.” Bruce signed back, making Peters frustration grow.

“Is that seriously all you can tell me? My best friend has been in quarantine for over a week and no one will tell me what’s going on. Does she even know I’m out here? And why do you get to see her if I don’t?”

“Slow down. I don’t understand when you go that fast.” Bruce signed as he struggled to follow along. Peter gripping his hair in frustration and looked up at the ceiling.

“I know you don’t. No one does. No one understands me but her. You took away the one person who I can have a conversation with and locked her in a room without telling me why. I miss her terribly. Why can’t I see her?”

“Because she’s contagious.” Bruce signed, only answering the question he understood.

“Then why do you get to see her? And how come all the girls get to see her? Why is every allowed in there but me?”

“Because you’re the reason she has the disease.” Bruce shouted before he could stop himself. Peter was able to read his lips and tilted his head in confusion.

“I’m the reason?”

“Now you understand me?” Bruce laughed sadly and shook his head.

“What do you mean that I’m the reason?” Peter asked.

“I can’t tell you. She asked me not to.” Bruce signed back. “It’s better if you don’t know. There’s nothing you can do about it anyway.”

“Please. I’m losing my mind here. She’s my best friend and she’s sick. I need to know what’s wrong.” Peter pleaded. Bruce looked at him for a minute before sighing.

“All right, fine. She has HanaHaki diesease.” Bruce signed, fingerspelling the name out for Peter.

“What? I’ve never heard of that.”

“She asked me not to tell you, so I won’t. But if you really need to know, you can look it up.”

“I understand. Thank you.” Peter signed. He went back to his room and pulled out his laptop. Peter typed out the word Bruce had spelled for him and clicked on the first article that came up. He remembered Bruce saying that he was the reason you were suffering and felt sick to his stomach. Peter shut his laptop and felt a weird feeling in his chest. He left his room and kept walking until he was out of the tower. Peter soon found himself on a park bench with a million thoughts running through his head. The city was busy with pedestrians walking by and on coming traffic, but to Peter, it was completely silent. He sat and thought about you and your friendship until an old woman came and sat beside him. Peter gave her an awkward smile and hoped she wouldn’t talk to him, but she did just that. Peter signed that he was deaf and the woman smiled warmly.

“I’m sorry to bother you. You looked like you were deep in thought. But this bench is my park buddy. I sit with her everyday.” The woman signed. Peter looked at her in confusion until he noticed the gold “in memory of” plaque on the bench.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Peter signed back, and the woman gave him an appreciative smile.”

“She and I would go for walks around this park and then sit on this bench and chat. We had done it since we were kids. We were girls together. She was my best friend.”

“I have a best friend too. She’s sick right now. I can’t be with her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” The old woman signed back.

“I just found out that she loves me. But I don’t know if I love her back. I’ve only ever thought of her as my best friend.” Peter signed and looked at the old women for advice. She smiled brightly and patted Peters knee.

“Isn’t that lovely? She loves you. You’re loved. That’s all anybody could ever want. So why do you look so sad?”

“I just want her to be happy. I want her to be okay again. But I don’t know if I can love her the way she loves me.”

“You said you can’t be with her right now because she’s sick, right? How would you feel if you could never be with her again?”

“I can’t even think about that. Just the thought makes me feel like there’s something in my chest taking up all my space to breathe. It physically hurts me to not be able to see her. I just want to be with her again.” Peter signed back and gave the woman a sad smile. The woman smiled back and patted Peters knee again.

“I think you love her more than you know.” She signed. “Go see her. You’ll know what to do.”

Peter nodded and got off the bench with a sense of urgency.

“Thank you.” He signed to the old woman. He reached up and pulled two flowers off the tree that was hanging over the bench and handed them to the woman.

“For you and your friend.” He signed to her. She gave Peter a grateful smiled and thanked him.

Peter grabbed one last flower and ran back to the tower. He sent you a text that he would be coming in and waited until it said you had read it to go in. When he pushed your bedroom door open, he saw cherry blossoms in piles all over your room. There were petals everywhere and whole flowers in other places, barely leaving any room to walk. Peter looked around in shock as you drew your knees to your chest.

“I brought you a flower but it seems like you have enough.” Peter signed, trying to break the ice.

“You have to get out. I’m contagious.” You signed back to him.

“I don’t care.” Peter signed as he sat down on your bed. You looked him up and down before coughing up some petals. Peter looked at you with eyes full of concern until you were done.

“I know about your disease.” Peter signed to you, and you gave him a confused look.

“I know about the cause.” Peter signed without meeting your eyes. He could see panic in your eyes when he finally looked at you and you angrily looked at the door.

“Bruce told you?” You asked, and Peter nodded. You angrily rolled your eyes and Peter saw you mouth and expletive.

“I had to drag it out of him. Which I should not have had to do. Why didn’t you tell me?” Peter asked you. You gave Peter a sympathetic look and sighed.

“Because it’s embarrassing. And there was nothing you could’ve done to help me. We can’t help what we don’t feel.” You signed before giving him a weak shrug.

“Who says I don’t feel anything for you?” Peter signed back.

“I know you love me, Peter. But I love you in a very different way.”

“What kind of way?”

“The kind of way that is killing me.” You signed and gave him a sad smile. Peter watched as you coughed up some more petals onto your bed. You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand and gave Peter an embarrassed smile. Peter reached over and tilted your chin up so that you would look at him.

“I read that there was a cure.” He signed.

“There is. But I decided against the surgery. It’s too risky.”

“That’s not the cure I was talking about.” Peter signed and gave you a soft smile. You looked at him in confusion as he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck. You felt the urge to cough up more petals just as Peter pulled you into a kiss. Your eyes flew open before slowly fluttering shut. You could feel the flower in your chest grow and grow until you couldn’t breathe. You pulled away from Peter and coughed up an explosion of flowers, more than you ever had before. Peter backed up a little and watched as the pink petals floated down and landed on your bed. When you finished, the feeling was gone from your chest. You looked up at Peter, who had petals in his hair and on his shoulders. You stared at each other in stunned silence for a minute before cracking a smile.

“Do you need a tissue or some fertilizer or something?” Peter signed, making you laugh even more.

“Can we pretend you didn’t just watch me regurgitate fully grown flowers like the bird from Up?” You signed back with an embarrassed smile.

“First of all, her name is Kevin. And don’t worry about it. I’ve seen worse. Remember your 2013 phase where you wore fedoras and feather earrings with every outfit?”

“Don’t remind me.” You rolled your eyes as you signed back to him.

“Remember your mustache phase? And your fake glasses phase? And those fake glasses you had with a mustache attached on a chain?” Peter went on with a cheeky smile.

“Why did you come in here just to attack me for my past fashion mistakes?” You asked him.

“I’m just trying to distract myself from that fact that we’re basically sitting in your vomit.” Peter signed before gesturing to the flowers in the room.

“It’s nice vomit though. They’re cherry blossoms.”

“Yeah. Cherry blossoms that came from inside your body.” He reminded you.

“And who’s fault is that? Yours. I would’ve have contracted Hannah Montana disease if you loved me back.” You signed with a playful roll of your eyes.

“It’s HanaHaki disease. And I’ve always loved you. I just didn’t realize it yet.” Peter signed back.

“You love me?” You asked with a soft smile.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, loser.” Peter signed back, making you laugh.

“I love you too.” You told him and watched his face light up.

“Obviously. You wouldn’t be throwing up flowers if you just liked me as a friend.” Peter signed before gesturing to the flowers again.

“Actually, I’m beginning to rethink things. I don’t like you anymore. You’re kinda mean.”

“It’s too late. We’re in love now and they’re nothing you can do about it.” Peter signed.

“That’s okay with me.” You signed back. Peter smiled and pulled you by the hand into another kiss. He put his hands on your face as he kissed you, the very hands that you had watched a million times tell you a million different things. When you pulled away, Peter scrunched up his nose as if he tasted something bad.

“What?” You asked him.

“You taste like flowers. And as pretty as they smell, let’s just say there’s a reason people don’t eat flowers.” He signed to you, making you laugh again. You grabbed his face and kissed both of his cheeks from how happy you felt.

“How about I go brush my teeth and we try that again?“ You signed to him.

“Sounds good to me. But minus the sound.” Peter signed back before pointing to his ears. You threw your head back as you laughed and Peter sighed a little, wishing he could hear the sound.

“You know. Because I’m deaf.” He signed just to make you laugh again.

“Oh really? I never noticed that. I thought you were just Italian or something and talked with your hands.”

“Wow. My girlfriend is so funny. And please note that that was sarcastic because it’s hard to convey sarcasm with your hands.” Peter signed to you.

“Not really. You had a very sarcastic expression on.” You signed back with a chuckle. You kissed his cheek again and got off the bed to walk towards the bathroom. You stopped in the doorway and gave Peter a look.

“What?” He wondered.

“You called my your girlfriend.” You signed with a coy smile.

“Yeah. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay. I just didn’t recognize the sign at first. I’ve never seen you use it before.” You told him.

“I’ll be using it a lot more now.” Peter signed as he smiled fondly at you.

“Can you do it again for me?”

“Girlfriend.” He signed before pointing at you and winking.

“It’s cute. I like it.” You signed.

“You’re cute. I like you.”

“I like you too.” You signed back with a happy smile. Peter gave you a knowing look as he picked up some flowers and dropped them on the bed.

“Again,” he signed with a smile, “obviously.”

[rednights]

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