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HEYYYYY i’ve risen from the dead—

just curious.. is the detroit: become human fandom still alive in 2025?? i’m having sparks of creativity and would love to write for connor/rk800 😋

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Masterlist

welcome to my masterlist!

MCU

Peter Parker

not like this - peter finds himself saving you, but not from villains. no, he’s saving you from yourself.

poser - you thought it was peter that picked you up from your apartment balcony, but there’s no way. peter is much gentler than this. who is wearing the spider-man suit?

the accident - when you get into a car accident, peter is scared to death.

the way things go - as an avenger, you should’ve just been focused on fighting and protecting the universe. instead, you’ve found yourself pregnant because of the one and only peter parker. so much for being responsible kids.

my favorite type of weather - peter walks you home when you forget your umbrella on a rainy day.

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

nothing yet!

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my favorite type of weather | p.p.

pairing: tom!peter parker x reader

summary: peter walks you home when you forget your umbrella on a rainy day.

notes: i’m sorry this update took so long, i had a bit of writer’s block. i hope you enjoy!!

word count: 2.7k

WARNINGS: none, just pure fluff for once

“I genuinely don’t understand how you like science so much, I can’t understand anything,” you laughed as you walked with Peter to the lunch table. The smile he shot you was, granted, one you had seen many times, but it never failed to fill your stomach with butterflies.

“That’s because you never study,” he replied, causing you to hit him lightly on the arm as you smile back at him.

“Maybe if my study buddy would ever show up to study sessions I wouldn’t be struggling so much.” As you sat down across from MJ, Peter sat down next to you, something he always did that would- without fail- make a slight heat run over your face. Over the last few months since you started developing feelings for your best friend, you’ve gotten extraordinarily good at hiding it. Not from MJ though, she knew from the start. Graciously, she doesn’t say a word to anyone. Not that you thought she would, you just didn’t know what you would do if Peter found out.

“You know I’ve been busyyyy,” he drew out his words, plastering a fake pout on his face. You playfully nudged him just like he had done earlier to you. This had always been the dynamics of your relationship with Peter, joking around and messing with each other whenever possible. He had a similar relationship with Ned, but somehow yours felt just a tiny bit different. The crush you had on Peter had lasted for a very long time now, as it had started the very first time he came over to your place to help you study. You had been friends for a while at that point, but that night everything changed for reasons unbeknownst to you, leading every touch you shared to bring you extra giddiness. The only problem was that he had started coming by less often after taking the internship for Stark Industries, leaving you all on your lonesome. Studying just hadn’t felt the same without him and so your grades started dropping, not to mention the ache that was left in your heart whenever you hoped he would drop by only to be disappointed.

“I know, I know, it’s fine. MJ, what’s with the long face?” you ask, changing the subject abruptly from your failing science grade.

“There’s nothing long about my face, I’m just tired. It’s gonna rain soon.” You frowned at her words.

“How do you know it’s gonna rain? My weather app didn’t say anything.”

“I always feel tired like this when it’s going to rain,” she said, pushing her tray aside and leaning onto her forearms, her chin squished up against her sleeve. “I just know.”

You quickly pulled out your phone to check what you had already been so sure of since this morning. Ever since you started walking to and from school, the weather app had become the most used on your device. Every night you would see what it would look like the next day, and in the morning you would check again just to make sure nothing changed. You were sure to always dress accordingly, but it looked like you had finally made a mistake. As you clicked the icon to open the app you felt a bit of relief. “It says there’s a 50% chance. It might not rain.”

“Actually,” Peter interjected. “That percentage is telling you how much of an area the rain is going to cover. So it’s gonna rain in 50% of our area today.” You stared at him, blinking a few times.

“I thought it was the probability of rain.”

“That’s what most people think,” he said, smiling. “I’m gonna guess MJ’s right though, have you seen how dark the clouds are right now?”

A frown came over your face once more. You had noticed the clouds earlier but you had, for some reason, assumed that it wasn’t going to be a big deal and brushed it off.

Peter nudged you. “What’s up? I thought you liked rain.” Ned sat down across from Peter, looking at you with an odd look on his face.

“You didn’t bring an umbrella?” he asked. “I’d say you could borrow mine but I need it today.”

You noticed that Peter still hadn’t looked away from you but you turned to answer to Ned instead of admitting to Peter your mistake. “Why do you need it? Don’t you ride the bus home?”

“I do, but Betty wants to go for a walk in the park today. She says it’s super romantic to do stuff like that when it’s raining.” You nodded in response.

“She’s right,” you stated. “I want to do that someday.” The idea of running around in the rain with someone you’d trust with your life just smiling and laughing at each other brought a smile to your face. One day, you thought.

For the rest of lunch, Peter didn’t meet your eye. You almost felt bad for not answering his earlier question, but you didn’t want to worry the boy for no reason. He had been so busy the past few weeks that you didn’t want him to spend extra time fussing over you when he didn’t have to. A long time ago, you had realized that Peter would drop anything and everything if it meant helping the people he cared about. He didn’t know that you had stopped taking the subway and you didn’t plan on telling him anytime soon.

The rest of the day went fairly normally, however only one thought was on your mind: the rain. You had always loved rain. As a child, you would choose to go outside and splash in every puddle you could find rather than staying inside like most of the other children your age. It still brought you plenty of joy, but walking alone for a mile in the soggy weather with all of your bags didn’t quite sound like a pleasant time.

All throughout pre-calculus, your last period of the day, you stared out the window that you were conveniently sitting next to. Despite how much you hated math and everything to do with it, this class was actually your favorite out of all of them. Nothing else could compare to the feeling of being able to actually sit next to Peter. You had him in two other classes but you were separated in those. In this one, he sat at the desk to your left. He was always there to help you with your work when you needed it and to make fun of the teacher when they would assign more homework than could ever be necessary.

This time, Peter didn’t look in your direction. You weren’t quite sure what was wrong, but because of the insufferable tone of your teacher droning on and on, you didn’t have the time to ask. You would’ve gone ahead and interrupted had Peter not taken out his notebook. He’s actually taking notes today?

Because of Peter’s seemingly cold shoulder, the only thing left that you could think of to do without wanting to jump off a cliff (AKA, actually paying attention to class) was to stare longingly at the gloomy weather, wishing for nothing more than to be out there. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize how dazed you were until something nudged your shoulder. Turning to see what the disturbance was, you saw Peter with his hand outstretched. Heat covered your face in a way that it usually never does, even around the boy you had a crush on. “The bell rang, it’s time to leave.”

You nodded, and started to gather your things. “I really hope you were paying attention, because I sure wasn’t,” you stated, just trying to get a conversation going.

“I was. It wasn’t anything too hard, but there’s a lot of homework to go with it. I can help you with it tonight if you’re free.”

Pursing your lips, you let out a sigh. “Last time you said that, you didn’t show up. I don’t want to get my hopes up again.”

You could see him looking at you out of the corner of your eye but you didn’t look back at him. You knew your face would give you away if you did. “I will tonight, I promise. I can even go home with you if you’re not busy right now?” Even though the statement wasn’t necessarily a question, he still phrased it like one. His inquiry did make you pause though.

“Don’t you have to go to Stark Industries?”

“Not today, Mr. Stark is giving me a day off.” A smile spread across your face.

“Really? You can come hang out with me?” Finally looking at him, your grin grew bigger. A small smile appeared on his face as well, making the familiar heat in your cheeks show up once again. Twice in one day?

His nod was what solidified your joy. Such a simple gesture, but one that caused so many butterflies to flutter around in your stomach.

Not much longer after that though, the smile on your face dwindled. “Peter, I have to walk home, I don’t want to make you go through that.”

He blinked at you. “Go through what?”

“You know, the rain.” Making your way through the hall, you were almost by the entrance to the school. You stopped before making it to the door and turned to fully face Peter.

“It’s just a bit of rain, and I’ve got an umbrella. We can share it.” And with that, he continued walking out the doors. You followed him quickly after.

As he pulled the umbrella out of his backpack, you watched the muscles in his forearm flexed. You’d noticed them long before, of course, but you never quite understood how your best friend had gotten so buff all of a sudden. It was a question for another time.

Walking out into the rain, so close next to Peter as you both hid under the umbrella, you felt a surge of joy. The close proximity was something you always could’ve shared with him, as you knew Peter was a touchy person, but something about it felt special in your favorite type of weather. There was a blissful silence that came along with it as well, leaving you to daydream about holding Peter’s hand, or even enacting the scenario that Ned had discussed at the lunch table.

That was, until Peter broke the silence. “Why didn’t you tell me you have to walk home now? And, uh, why do you have to walk home?” You looked up at him to find him staring at you, and so you promptly looked back to the wet sidewalk in front of you.

“Mom read an article about something that happened on a subway and it scared her, so she forbade me from riding it. And you know how I feel about the school buses,” you said, a shiver rolling over you, not just from the cold but also because of the thought of getting on one of those nasty yellow hell holes. Peter stepped closer to you, bringing more warmth and also causing the butterflies to make their appearance once again. “You’ve been busy, that’s why I didn’t tell you. There was no reason to make you worry or anything. I’ve been fine until today since I forgot my umbrella.”

“Walking alone is dangerous too. This is New York.”

“Well yeah, but it’s not like there’s anyone to go with me. Plus, I kinda like it. I like being outside.” Looking up once again, you found Peter’s eyes still hadn’t moved away from you. His brows had furrowed, though, and he looked concerned.

“If you had told me, I could’ve tried.” At this, you touched his arm lightly, a sign of comfort to show him that you were fine. If you didn’t know better, you could’ve sworn that the boy beside you blushed. Must’ve been a trick of the gloomy light.

“Peter, there was no way you would’ve been able to. Not with the internship, and I promise you that I’m fine. I would’ve told you if I were concerned about it.”

The two of you had almost made it back to your place, currently walking down the sidewalk that led to your home, but Peter halted in his tracks. “You don’t get to decide that stuff,” he said gently. You turned to face him.

“I don’t get to decide what I will and won’t talk to you about? Because I’m pretty sure I can,” you teased. He didn’t mean it the way it sounded, you knew it. But there was something in his face, and the way he just stopped. Something wasn’t right.

“No, I mean-” he cut himself off. His hand that wasn’t holding the umbrella made its way up, hesitating for a second and then settling on your shoulder. “Of course I would be worried. It’s not safe.”

Forced to stare into his eyes, you saw the tension that was there. You saw the longing in his eyes, the same way you longed for him. That concern, it wasn’t just for a friend.

“Peter,” you whispered.

“I just wish you would’ve told me.” He moved his hand off your shoulder quickly, almost as if he had never meant to put it there in the first place. When he turned to walk away, you grabbed his hand before you were left in the rain and not under the protection of the shared umbrella. You were holding Peter’s hand. He froze.

“I’m sorry.” You stared into his eyes once more, but they weren’t looking into yours. Instead, he was looking at your lips. You didn’t have time to process the moment.

When Peter’s lips met yours, you weren’t aware that it was coming. There was a slight jolt in your body when he was suddenly closer than he had ever been before. But it wasn’t long after that when the feeling set in, the feeling that said everything was finally right how it was supposed to be. You leaned into the kiss, your hands subconsciously making their way up to cup Peter’s face.

The cold rain began to fall on the both of you when he dropped the umbrella, opting to deepen the kiss rather than remain dry. Not that you minded.

You will never forget what Peter tasted like that day, or how the petrichor mixed with the subtle scent of his cologne made your brain dizzy with delight.

It was a long time before either of you pulled away. When you finally did, it was to take a breath. Looking into his eyes again, there was no longing there. He had what he wanted now. You grabbed both of his hands, a smile growing on your face. “Peter Parker, you like me,” you stated incredulously.

“I thought it was obvious, was it not? And you like me?”

“I thought it was obvious,” you repeated back to him, to tease him. He laughed, a genuine laugh, and pulled you into his warm embrace.

“Oh, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.”

“Right back at you,” you said through a smile.

“Hey, I have an idea,” he said, pulling away from the hug to look at you. “You said you wanted to take a walk in the park, right? Let’s do it!”

“And risk running into Ned and Betty on their date? I think we should do it another time. I want you all to myself right now.”

He nodded, the giddy smile still not leaving his face. “We could study?”

“No, thanks. I vote we go play video games. Your place or mine?”

“Your place is closer,” he said, bending over to pick up the umbrella that he had dropped during your kiss.

“Your place has Mario Kart though,” you countered. When he stood back up, he planted a kiss on your forehead, startling you and causing your face to heat up once again.

“I brought Mario Kart with me today, just in case you let me come over.”

You smiled up at him, stepping back under the umbrella. Not that it mattered anymore since the both of you were soaked anyways, but it felt nice to hold his hand.

“My place it is.”

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the way things go | p.p.

pairing: tom!peter parker x stark!reader

summary: as an avenger, you should’ve just been focused on fighting and protecting the universe. instead, you’ve found yourself pregnant because of the one and only peter parker. so much for being responsible kids.

notes: this took way too long to write and the ending is rushed but i needed to put something out haha. i left the ending open on this one because i didn’t feel like pushing a full pregnancy on anyone, so you can interpret what you do after the end of this fic as you will!

word count: 2.8k

WARNINGS: teen pregnancy, a tiny bit of angst but not a lot

“What would happen if an Avenger got pregnant?”

Your hands visibly shook as you blurted out the question to Steve. His eyes trained themselves on you quickly, where his brows furrowed as he focused on your eyes darting around the dining room where you both sat eating breakfast and the restlessness you exuded.

“You’re pregnant,” he stated bluntly.

While you were aware that he would figure it out- and that everyone would find out eventually- you didn’t expect him to do it so quickly. Immediately you began to backtrack on your own actions, forcing your eyes to not move from his and for your leg to stop bouncing around. You did not, however, stop scratching your hands as if you were trying to get rid of an itch that was meant to stay forever.

“No, I never said that,” you replied quietly. “I was just curious. For one day, if.. if one of us decides to start a family. What would happen?”

He didn’t believe your lie, you could tell by the way his stare bored into you and his fist clenched on the table. It was almost like there were waves of pity radiating off of him. But that’s not what you needed, what you needed was an answer.

“You’re still a kid, how did this happen?” he said slowly.

You felt your facade start to thin once again as you said “Nothing happened, I just want to know.” The desperate tone that laced through your voice was the final indication that there was no way you’d be able to hide it from him. From any of the Avengers really. Especially not your father, Tony. Tears began to roll down your face and you had zero control over them. You wished they would stop so you wouldn’t give yourself away any more than you already had. “I’m sorry, sir, it was an accident,” you cried, finally admitting

His eyes closed when he shook his head, conveying a disappointment you had hoped he would never direct towards you. When he looked back up at you his expression softened but only slightly. “Who have you told?”

You let your eyes wander once again, staring down at the tabletop while tears continued to blur your vision. “You’re the only one. Please don’t say anything, sir. I don’t want anyone to know.”

“They’re going to find out eventually.” Your eyes met his once more. The stern look he wore was somehow even worse than the one of dismay.

“Sir, please just answer my question. I’ll tell everyone soon, I promise. I just need to know.”

Steve’s eyes scrunched shut before he scrubbed his face with his hands roughly. “I haven’t really thought about it before. I assumed we would all be responsible enough to make sure things like this wouldn’t happen.” With every word he said, your heart sank more and more. The words were harsh but they were all true.

You couldn’t look at him anymore. Your head tilted forward as you hid your pained expression from him, though he knew it was there. His sigh rang through your ears next.

“I’m sorry, that was harsh,” he said quietly. “What I mean to say is that we’re going to have to figure things out as we go. It all boils down to your plans and everything else going on. It’s dangerous out there for a teenager like you, imagine how much worse it would get if you had another life at stake. There’s a lot to consider. What I am going to promise you though, is that I’ll be here anytime you need me. It’s not going to be easy, but if you need someone to help you through things you can always come to me.”

The continuous stream of tears thickened at his sweet words. “Thank you,” you murmured. “Thank you so much.” At this, you hopped up out of your seat and threw your arms around him. This reaction startled him at first, you could tell by the hesitation to return the hug. It didn’t take long for him to reciprocate though, embracing you tightly as if he planned to protect you from the world himself.

“Can I just ask one more question though?” You pulled away and sat back down in your own chair, going back to eating your near-forgotten breakfast as you nodded your head. “Whose is it?”

The question caused you to stop chewing for a second, and you just stared at him with wide eyes until you started forcing the food down. You barely blinked, waiting until Steve made another gesture to tell you he was waiting for the reply. Finally you were able to breathe once more, accepting your fate once again. “It’s… it’s Peter’s.”

He shook his head like he did earlier, but this time with a humorous smile on his face. “You really like them young, huh?” Your brows furrowed.

“He’s the same age as me,” you stated, confused.

“Oh yeah, sometimes I forget. You just act so much more mature than he does,” he laughed.

You laughed along with him, silently disagreeing in your head. Just because Peter had moments where would ramble or make pop culture references didn’t mean it made him less mature.

You stopped laughing, remembering one final thing. “Please don’t tell my dad. About any of this. He doesn’t know me and Peter are together yet, and I don’t know if I want him to find out because I’m having his baby, if that makes sense. He’s not going to be happy about it either way, but still.”

“I won’t tell your dad. But you do know that he has to know eventually, right? He’s going to find out.”

“Find out what?” Tony Stark said as he walked into the dining room, with Peter trailing shortly behind him. Speak of the devils, you thought.

You brushed it off with a laugh. “Oh, nothing. Steve said he would give me some extra training and I wanted to surprise you with it. Guess the cat’s out of the bag now though.” Lying came easily when it came to your dad. You had no idea why, since when you did it to anyone else you were the worst liar ever.

Apparently he saw right through it, as he came and put his hand on your shoulder. Peter went to the other side of the table, catching a glance of you out of the corner of his eye. You saw the smile that appeared across his face and you smiled right back. “Yeah, I don’t believe that for a second. We’ll talk about it later. Anyways, Cap, we need to go over some logistical stuff. Like, pronto. Think we could do that now?” Steve had barely opened his mouth before Tony continued. “Great, let’s go to the meeting room.” He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before heading out the door.

And that’s how it led to you being alone with Peter for the first time since you found out you were pregnant. The smile you were wearing towards him quickly vanished with a flood of anxiety about what happens next. Peter deserved to know but you weren’t quite sure if you were ready to tell him.

Peter’s smile had already gone away, you noticed. He looked toward you as he sat down. “Were you crying? Your face is red.” You didn’t meet his eye.

“Uhhh, no,” you lied, focusing your gaze back on the table. You couldn’t think of anything else to say to his question.

He definitely didn’t believe your lie, furrowing his brows and looking down at the same spot on the table you were relentlessly staring at. He opened his mouth to speak once more but you interrupted him.

“Hey, do you wanna go to my room?” You knew by now that he needed to know as soon as possible. Steve shouldn’t even know before him, so you had decided that before anyone else found out, Peter would know the truth.

His face shifted into confusion. “Sure?” he questioned, but was already standing up to meet you. You smiled at him again, more nervous this time.

It was time. You just weren’t ready for it.

--- As you plopped down onto your bed, Peter sat gingerly next to you. His movements were gentle, as if he was afraid of messing something up. His eyes were anxious, darting around the room as yours had been in the dining room, but he would look at you every few seconds. You held onto his gaze, a different type of anxiety displayed on your face.

Better do it now, you thought. But as soon as you went to speak, Peter’s voice broke the silence.

“Did I do something wrong? Because I’m really sorry, whatever it is I can fix it. I promise. I’m so sorry-” He cut off when you rested your hand over his.

“Pete, you didn’t do anything, why would you think that?” You raised your hand to stroke his cheek, and watched as he melted into your palm as he always does.

“I-I don’t know,” he stuttered. “It’s just- you were crying earlier, I can tell, and you were talking to Steve but you never talk to Steve about anything so it was probably about me because your dad doesn’t know about us yet.” While he started talking fast, his words came out slower as you moved your thumb along his cheekbone. You felt the tears from earlier once again pricking the backs of your eyes. Your brows moved together in an effort to keep them from spilling but it was already a lost cause. The anxiety in Peter’s face heightened when he saw a tear run across your face.

“Hey, hey hey, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.” His voice was quiet but strong as he pulled you into his arms, leaving you to wrap your arms around him. Somehow his words made your emotions worse causing a sob to shudder through your body. His hand began to stroke your head, smoothing down any out of place hairs.

“Peter, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you finally managed to whisper. “I’m just scared. I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

Pulling back to look at you, he used one hand to wipe the tears off of your face. “Why would I be mad at you?”

Meeting his eyes, you saw the worry embedded in his face. You couldn’t let him go on like that much longer. That was when you blurted out the words you had been dreading since the day you took the test.

“Peter, I’m pregnant.”

The muscles in his face automatically fell slack. “You’re… What?” As he let go of you, you felt your heart crumble. The tears running down your face suddenly felt like they were being multiplied, while your chest felt like a cement block had been dropped on it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you said reflexively with a sob. Peter wrapped his arms back around you in a hurry, alleviating some of the emotional turmoil crashing through your mind.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. We’re gonna be okay, I think. Have you told your dad?”

“He doesn’t even know about us being together yet, I can’t tell him because I’m pregnant.” Peter pulled back to look at you again.

“Y/N… you need to tell him. He’s gonna find out either way and it’ll be better if you do it now.”

You cringed back into his chest, pulling him as close to you as possible. He felt like a shield in that moment, protecting you from your worst nightmares.

“Do you want me to be there when you tell him?” he asked nervously.

You shook your head. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

Peter let out a shaky breath. “Oh thank you, as much as I love you I don’t feel like dying today.” You laughed for the first time in a while.

“I love you Peter.”

“I love you too. We’re going to get through this, I promise.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head, and somehow you felt safer than you ever had.

---

Hours later, after Peter had left, you found yourself in your dad’s office. He looked up at you from what he was working on, which was apparently the same thing he had been working on with Steve. “What’s going on, kid? I know something’s up. You’re scared to death of Cap and you were talking to him this morning. You never talk to him, you’re always with Parker.”

“I am not scared of Steve. Just because I was nervous around him for a little bit doesn’t mean I’m still scared, I mean, we’re on the same team.” Your father stood up and walked around his desk to sit on the front of it. He met your eyes.

“Why were you crying this morning?” he asked, cutting directly to the chase. You let your eyes wander again, trying to stall as long as possible, but he interrupted you. “Look at me, Y/N.”

Your eyes jumped back to his with a shock. He almost never had that stern tone in his voice, but here he was, using it on you like you had done something wrong.

You have done something wrong, otherwise you wouldn’t be here. You shook that thought from your head.

You took a shaky breath in as he looked at you expectantly. “Dad, Peter and I are dating.”

A smile broke out across his face. Well that’s not what you were expecting, you thought.

“That’s what that was about?” he laughed. Not a smile then, just a laugh. Got it. “I know you, kid, and I know Parker too. You two couldn’t hide that shit even if you tried.”

“We… did try.”

“Well, obviously you didn’t try hard enough. I knew from the day he stepped into the building that he was going to cause trouble with you.”

“Dad, he didn’t cause trouble, I did,” you stated. Your eyes still hadn’t moved away from his, but you strangely didn’t feel the same urge to cry as you did before. That was bound to change soon though.

“Why would you take that to Steve, though?” His brows furrowed, but not in a confused way. Almost like he was mocking you.

“That’s not what I was talking to Steve about.”

“Then enlighten me. What was it actually?”

“I’m pregnant.”

And that was when he froze. Whatever he had been expecting, it surely hadn’t been that.

The expression on his face was something you had never wished to see directed at you. That look of just utter disappointment and anger. That was when your eyes began to water once more.

“Y/N. I thought you knew better.”

You had flashbacks to your conversation with Steve this morning. I assumed we would all be responsible enough to make sure things like this wouldn’t happen. You flinched at the memory.

“It’s not like I meant for it to happen, Dad. I mean, the same thing happened to you! Look at me! I never would’ve been here if you hadn’t made the same mistake I did.” You weren’t quite sure where the burst of sudden anger had come from. But you were not about to take shit over a dumb mistake when he had made the same one. “I thought you said I was the best thing that ever happened to you. That’s not really what you think is it?”

“That’s different. I wasn’t a kid, and I didn’t have the same responsibilities you do.”

“Were you lying, Dad?” you asked, still stuck on the question that had burst out of you earlier.

“Of course I wasn’t lying.”

“Then are you going to change that because of this?”

“No.”

You wiped the tears from your face in an angry swipe. “I haven’t even decided what I’m going to do. I need your help. Please. You can’t shut me out because of a mistake.”

He hopped up from his desk, immediately pulling you into his arms. “I was never going to shut you out. I just wanted you to not take the same path I did. I love you, and you didn’t derail my life at all, but a baby would definitely derail yours. You’re still young, and you have so many battles left to fight. Literally, we still have so many fights we have to win and we can’t lose our strongest fighter.”

A small laugh escaped you as you buried your face into your dad’s shoulder. “Thank you. I need you.”

“I’ll always be here for you, kid. No matter what you decide to do, I’m gonna be here by your side.” He pulled your head away from him to wipe the tears off of your face. “There, no more crying. I hope you know that I am going to kick Parker’s ass for this though.”

“Why do you think he left in such a hurry today?” you laughed.

“Good, then he’ll be prepared when I see him again.”

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NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

OKAY so i’ve decided that i’m headcanoning that when andrews peter went back to his universe that because the villains were cured, that gwen never died because she dies after the villains are killed so like imagine he just goes back to his universe and gwen is just standing there next to him and he thinks he’s died because there’s no way but it’s actually her and they get their happy ending in london

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the accident | p.p.

pairing: tom!peter parker x fem!reader

summary: when you get into a car accident, peter is scared to death.

notes: this is actually based on a real experience of mine :,) it happened almost a year ago and i still get some anxiety about it so i thought writing about something like it might help lol

word count: 2.0k

WARNINGS: car accident, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort

It’s not as loud as you thought it would be, the crash. Usually the assumption is the sound of a car accident would ring out, would boom out over silence or a radio with no problem whatsoever. That’s not the case. The sound of two cars hitting each other at a decent speed is nothing but a pop, one that’s loud and long enough to ingrain into your mind long after it happens but that is all. No more.

Nobody tells you that the music stops and that you won’t be able to remember the song that was playing. Or that your car, new as it is, will begin to talk to you. Dialing 911, it says in a robotic voice that will refuse to leave your brain. Nobody tells you that the airbag hitting your knees will make you think that the front of your car has just caved in that much and oh my god the front of your car is touching your goddamn knees make it stop make it stop-

Worst of all, nobody tells you how much dust and smoke will appear almost out of nowhere, choking and suffocating you as if you hadn’t already been in enough danger. It burns your eyes, or maybe that’s because you’ve forgotten to blink.

The daze you’re in will not go away soon, not when you tell the dialing sound to shut up, not when you have to force the warped door open, not when you crawl out on the ground beginning to scream not intending for anyone to listen. The burns on your hands make themselves apparent by forcing your fingers to lock up until you notice the injuries. There aren’t any tears running down your face but still you wail uncontrollably.

The phone in your hand is useless. There’s no service right here, it won’t get through to anyone, no way. But you still have to try.

Peter is at the top of your call list, just like always. Some normalcy within this strange atmosphere that you were encased in. When you press his name the same ringing from earlier floods your system again, and you want nothing more than to make it stop. You don’t, you just let it play out.

He’s at school so he shouldn’t pick up but he does, because he always picks up for you. “Y/N?” The worry is apparent in his voice.

“Peter I just got into an accident, I-” The breath that forcefully entered your lungs cut you off.

“Where are you?” He speaks urgently.

At this moment Tony Stark runs up to you as if you were his own child. “I-I don’t know,” you stutter as you struggle to breathe.

Tony crouches down next to you where you are curled up next to your wrecked vehicle. “Hand me the phone kid,” he says, already reaching for it. You oblige, simply because you’re not really aware of your surroundings, only that you almost died. “There’s nobody on the phone.”

There are things you only notice when you are deprived of all your other happenings. Things like how you’re shaking so much that one would assume you were cold and shivering, and how you can hear sirens coming your way in the distance.

The other car is surrounded with people, you notice. The people were still getting out.

“Mr. Stark,” you gasp. “Is everyone o-okay?”

He had already put your phone back in your lap and you hadn’t noticed. “Let’s focus on you right now, let’s get you some air, does air sound nice? Yeah it does, come on let’s get up.” He speaks quickly like he’s trying to distract you as he stands up and holds his hand out towards you. You take his hand weakly, knowing he can feel the tremors running through every joint in your body.

When you stand up you don’t look at your car or at the other car or the smoke rising through the air. You stare at the ground, letting Tony lead you to the limo that Happy had pulled over in. Happy was standing by the door, waiting to let you in.

The air in the limousine is cold against the heat that is rushing through your body. What’s happening to you? You can’t tell. Sitting down in the back, the tears finally start to pour down your face to match the sobs that were already racking your body.

Tony follows in after you, asking Happy to bring over some water before closing the door. 

“Mr. Stark, I want to go home,” you cry. The worry in his face is something you had only ever seen directed towards Peter.

“Not yet, kid. They’ve gotta ask you some questions and then we’re gonna take you to the hospital. No buts,” he adds as you whip to face him.

“Please don’t make me go to the hospital, please. There’s nothing wrong with me, I just wanna go home, please, Mr. Stark,” you beg.

Happy returned with the water and Tony handed it to you gently. “It looks like you hit your head, we’ve gotta get it looked at.” You hadn’t even noticed. More sobs shake through you while you reach up and touch your forehead, coming away with a bit of blood. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you apologize to no one. Tony lays a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Things happen kid.”

---

All morning Peter heard gossip about you. “Did you hear about that Parker kid’s little girlfriend?” “Yeah I saw it happen while walking to the subway. Literally watched it happen.” “Is she okay?” “Yeah, she’s fine, I saw her sitting on the ground after.”

He tries to ignore the talking but he can’t, not after he hears Ned say something to MJ. “Y/N had an accident this morning, everyone is talking about it.”

Peter rushes to his friends. “What do you mean? Accident?” You would call him if you were in danger right?

Ned’s wide eyes meet with Peter’s. “You didn’t know? She’s your girlfriend…” Peter shakes his head, waiting for an explanation.

Before Ned has the chance to answer, Peter’s phone rings. Seeing your name on the screen, he answers immediately, walking to a quiet place with Ned and MJ on his heels.

“Peter I just got into an accident, I-” He hears you gasp in breath along with the panic infiltrating your tone.

“Where are you?”

That’s when the line cut off and he hears the three dings signaling that the call has ended. “Shit,” he says, running his hands through his hair. “I have to go, I’ll see you guys later.”

He doesn’t check with any teachers or any other faculty before exiting the premises, he’ll deal with the consequences later. Right now, he has to find you. He’s running as quickly as he can. Do I have time to change into my suit? He thinks. He decides against it, finding you is his top priority.

It doesn’t take long before his cell phone rings again, this time showing Tony Stark's name across the top. He picks up, only to say “I’m sorry, sir, this isn’t a good time, I have to find Y/N.”

“I have her here with me. She’s fine, her phone’s not working. We’re going to the hospital-”

“I’ll be right there, sir.”

“Peter, no, it’s only a quick check up to see if she’s got a concussion.”

“I have to go.” He doesn’t wait to hear Tony’s response before taking off towards the hospital.

---

The hospital visit really didn’t take long. Once they got you in they tested you for a concussion, finding that you don’t have one, and they let you go. Tony used the time to gather more information about the people in the other car.

“Everyone is fine,” he says to you once you’re finally making your way out of the hospital. “Nobody was injured.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. Can I go home now?” A sad smile spreads across his face, unlike any smiles you’ve seen from him before.

“Sure thing, kid.” He places a hand on your shoulder, ready to gently guide you out of the building.

“Y/N!” You hear someone shout your name. You’re not ready for people to see you looking like such a mess, so you look at Tony, who only shakes his head and continues to walk towards the sound.

Peter flies around the corner and you feel your anxiety melt away at once. Tony lets go of your shoulder, and you begin to speed walk to your boyfriend.

It was like the tears knew when to stop. When he threw his arms around you, the comfort you felt was like nothing you had ever felt before. The world stops spinning around you for just a second, or maybe forever while you’re in Peter’s arms. There are no more sobs, there’s no need for anymore. You’re safe, and Peter’s here with you. “I’ve got you, you’re safe,” he whispers into your hair. His voice echoes through your mind, replacing the screaming of the memories you received today. You bury your head deeper into his chest and he pulls you tighter to him. He could’ve lost you. He won’t let go of you again.

Tony takes the two of you back to your house, jokingly threatening to tell May Parker that her nephew is skipping school to be with his girlfriend. He doesn’t mean it though. He knows how he would react if Pepper were ever in a situation like this. Tony Stark does have a heart, of course. He canceled his plans for the day to make sure that the girlfriend of the person he considers a son would be okay.

In the comfort of your own home you still feel like you’re trapped in that car. That sensation won’t go away. It’s just that, Peter is in the car with you now. And he’s the one keeping you calm. He’s the one who checks to see if you’re okay before you climb out of the car. He’s the one who holds your hand while you panic. He’s the one who holds you tight. 

He holds you tight now, standing in the living room of your home. He won’t let you go.

Nobody tells you that you’ll relive the moment you wrecked for hours on end. Nobody tells you that you will flinch every time the initial impact replays in the movie going on in your head. But nobody also tells you that the one person you need to be there is not going to leave your side.

In one of the moments where you’ve calmed back down, you are lying against Peter’s chest with a blanket covering the both of you. He still hasn’t let go. “Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“How did you react? When you first found out?”

He squeezed his eyes shut. He hates that moment. He doesn’t want to ever see or hear about you in pain. It’s hard enough protecting you from people like the Vulture, he doesn’t want to lose you to a car. “It was one of the scariest moments of my life, I mean, I just heard people talking about it all morning and then I heard Ned and MJ talking about it so I knew it must be true and then you called and-” He stops himself from talking anymore. “When the phone cut off, I thought for sure I was going to lose you.”

“The phone cut off?” You weren’t aware that had happened.

“Yeah, right after I asked where you were.”

You didn’t talk about the accident anymore after that. Peter focuses on making sure you are calm. You focus on Peter. He’s the one keeping you grounded right now.

You kiss him, knowing that if he’s there, you will be okay. Maybe not now, or for a while even. But he’s there for you no matter what.

He sinks into the kiss, wishing for nothing more than to be your anchor.

With him, you are okay.

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honestly probably would’ve been a better story if it was LMAO

poser | p.p.

pairing: peter parker x gender neutral!reader

summary: you thought it was peter that picked you up from your apartment balcony, but there’s no way. peter is much gentler than this. who is wearing the spider-man suit?

notes: you can read this imagining anyone as peter but i wrote this with andrew in mind! this one’s pretty lame honestly lol it was a lot better in my head.

word count: 2.9k

WARNINGS: SPOILER FREE!! angst kinda? injuries, hurt/comfort, hospital visit

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poser | p.p.

pairing: peter parker x gender neutral!reader

summary: you thought it was peter that picked you up from your apartment balcony, but there’s no way. peter is much gentler than this. who is wearing the spider-man suit?

notes: you can read this imagining anyone as peter but i wrote this with andrew in mind! this one’s pretty lame honestly lol it was a lot better in my head.

word count: 2.9k

WARNINGS: SPOILER FREE!! angst kinda? injuries, hurt/comfort, hospital visit

There was no way you were going to get your homework done at this rate.

Stacks of textbooks sat on your desk, each with bookmarks and post-it notes telling you where you needed to read for your next assignment. Not to mention the half finished lab report that you had to turn in for chemistry. Peter promised he would come and help you with it, but he hadn’t shown.

In no way did you blame Peter for him not being able to come. He was busy, you knew that. Saving New York City from terrifying villains would always take precedence to helping you study, and you didn’t really see a problem with it. It would’ve been nice if he could tell you beforehand, but you knew there was no way he could do that amidst the troubles.

With a sigh, you shook Peter out of your thoughts so you could focus on the pile of work that seemed like it would eat you alive at any second. Seriously, why did it seem like all of the teachers teamed up against you to make sure that you would flunk out of school? Pulling your hair out seemed like a good option to deal with the stress at this point. 

After an hour, you had only finished two of the assignments but you were desperately in need of a break. You checked your phone, again noticing that it had not only been an hour since you started your homework but an hour after Peter had told you he was going to arrive. Usually it didn’t take this long, and if it did he would send you a message telling you he was okay right around now. Something must be wrong out there, you thought.

You fought the urge to check the news. If something happened to Peter and you found out over the television or a random blog post, you would never recover. You would just have to wait and see for yourself when he messaged you. When. Not if.

With an even heavier heart and mind, you forced yourself to look back at your textbooks. This time around, you were too easily distracted. It only took you 5 minutes to give up and to just stand on your balcony with your phone in hand and wait. Peter would be okay, you knew it. You were just having a hard time convincing yourself.

More and more time was passing with no sign of Peter. At this point you had chewed one of your fingernails down to the quick and you were about to move onto the next one. You stared into the sky, just hoping that one of the stars might somehow tell you he was fine.

When you saw him, you felt relief like no other. You fixated on him as he swung through the city in his Spider-man suit, noticing that he was coming your direction. A smile made its way onto your face at the sight. He was okay. Your heart could rest easy now. And maybe he could even help you with your schoolwork (if he was up for it of course).

As soon as he landed, you couldn’t contain yourself from throwing your arms around him as if it was the first time you had seen him in a month. “Peter, I’m so happy you’re okay,” you said in a sigh, burying your face into his chest. “You didn’t call like you usually do.”

Something felt… off.

You didn’t know how to explain it but Peter stood almost like a statue, making no move to comfort or assure you, and not saying a word. That wasn’t like him. The way he stood was too stiff and it didn’t match his usual posture, even when he was putting on a front in the Spider-man suit. 

When he made his first move you knew for a fact that it wasn’t Peter.

His chest moved up and down in a strange sort of laughter, one that didn’t make any sound. You tried to pull away but you weren’t able to, as his arms moved to restrain your body to his. You were able to move your head away from his chest to look up at him. He was still masked, but you decided to take initiative on that, bringing your hand up to pull the mask off. The strange man didn’t let you get that far, immediately grabbing your wrist so tightly that you knew it was going to bruise. 

That was when the fear set in. A whimper escaped from you even when you begged it not to sound and the man continued his snickering seeing the terror on your face. You were still braced up against him and you started to thrash around, hoping he would lose his grip. You had no luck through this method as he only held onto you tighter. You were beginning to run out of breath.

You stopped struggling when he released your wrist and used his free hand to shoot out a web, swinging off into the city. You knew for sure you would die if you let go now, so you just held onto the stranger as tight as you could. Even if he was trying to kill you, you didn’t want to go down by falling from the sky.

There was an apartment building you could see in the distance through the city lights. You knew for a fact that that was where you were headed because he wasn’t making any sharp turns and this was the tallest building in the area. There was a room settled on top of the building, most likely there so that people could come and visit the rooftop as they pleased.

What you didn’t know was that you would smack into the side of that room with a speed you hadn’t thought possible.

The fake Spider-man- the poser- had thrown you as hard as he could against the wall before he had landed, giving you even more momentum as you flew through the air. Your side hit the edge of the room while you felt and heard the consequences of the collision. A sickening crack rang through the air and you knew that something had to be broken. A rib, most likely, judging how the air was ripped from your lungs and you couldn’t seem to find a way to bring any new oxygen in.

You laid there on the rooftop, your mouth agape while you were trying to remember how to breathe, pain flooding through every nerve in your body. When you were finally able to draw a breath in, it was the most painful thing you had ever experienced. It came out in a cough, blood flying from your mouth as the air was expelled forcefully.

Even through your panic at seeing the blood (which surely couldn’t have been a good sign), you knew you had to get up and fight. Peter wasn’t here, you had to protect yourself. You had promised him you would stay safe for him.

You forced yourself up little by little, first onto your knees, then one foot, then the other. Blood started to dribble from your mouth every time you exhaled. Granted you weren’t able to take in many breaths without pain so there wasn’t a lot of blood, but even the sensation of it flooded your senses with panic nonetheless.

Once you were on your feet you felt yourself begin to fall over again. You were able to stumble over to the very wall that had inflicted this damage on you to brace yourself upon it. The man doubled over in laughter watching you struggle and you were finally able to hear his voice through the alarms going off inside your head.

You knew this man, his voice was so familiar. You couldn’t place it though, not right now. 

Through your daze you attempted to look for something, anything that you could use to fight this person off with but there was nothing. Not even a broom. There was nothing you could do. In your helplessness you leaned up against the wall for more support. Your vision was blurred with pain and you felt your mind begin to sway. It looked to you like you were standing on a ship, rocking with the waters of the ocean. But no, you were just struggling to survive on a rooftop in Queens. You didn’t want to go out like this. Peter would be so upset with you if he found out you mistook this asshole for him and got yourself killed in the process.

Peter, you thought. I’m so sorry, my love. I should’ve done better. Don’t be too mad at me.

The blurs of your sight grew worse and worse by the millisecond, and right before your eyes closed, you saw a flash of blue and red arriving at the rooftop as well. Peter came for you. A weak smile tried to surface onto your face but didn’t quite make it before you fell to the ground.

---

Peter could only see red.

How dare they touch you? Any of them. These monsters would pay for what they did to you and they would feel the pain multitudes worse than you had.

He watched you fall to the ground as he came to the rescue. He watched it click in his mind that he was too late. His mind roared with the possibilities of what had happened to you before he had made it. He saw the drops of blood around you and it was like everything started moving in slow motion.

There was no sound in Peter’s mind other than the echoes of his vow to protect you. He had made it to himself so long ago, before you had even known his name. Before he had known your name. When he had discovered it, it felt so right to him that he declared it as the most beautiful name he had ever heard.

Y/N.

His eyes didn’t have to search for long before finding the culprit. A man, dressed in a suit that was far too similar to his, stood in front of you apparently finding immense joy in your suffering. He hadn’t heard Peter land, then. 

He used this opportunity to web the guy from behind, yanking him backwards and hoping that it would stop him in his tracks. The laughter stopped and the masked man whipped his head around to look at Peter, donned in the same attire.

And so the fight began.

Peter never thought he would fight someone so similar to himself. It was like every move Peter made, the other guy would be one step ahead, and vice versa. They were the same. That was, until you stirred, groaning and coughing up more blood. 

Anger surged through Peter, causing him to become more reckless. His movements weren’t so predictable anymore, as he threw punches to the other guy without stopping so much as to take a breath.

He finally stopped when he heard your voice call his name. He sprang up, not checking to see the damage he had done to the man when he quickly made his way over to you.

“Oh, Y/N,” he breathed as he assessed the damage. “Baby, I’m so sorry. We’re gonna get you out of here, okay?” He kneeled down next to you, shifting you into a position that he would be able to pick you up in. You hissed in pain when he touched your rib, and he quickly pulled his hand back.

You coughed once more, causing more blood to appear at your lip. “Who is that?” you wheezed, making it clear that you had more injuries than he could take care of himself. He knew that you would have to go to the hospital. And quickly. There had to have been some internal damage to make you cough up blood.

He shook his head. “That doesn’t matter right now. I’m gonna lift you up, okay? Stay with me.”

You winced in pain as he picked you up, holding you in his arms. Even though he felt like crying, there was no time to waste. He would have time to beg for your forgiveness later.

---

You woke up from your nightmare noticing immediately that you were in a hospital. The bright lights stationed right above your head and the IV stabbed into your arm told you that right off the bat. You couldn’t exactly piece together what had happened. There was a sharp pain every time you breathed, almost as if someone had stabbed you in the lung. Figuring that this was why you were in your current situation, you were careful not to move as you searched for the call button to call a nurse in. Maybe they would be able to tell you what had happened.

A voice sounded over the intercom, calling for a nurse to visit the room you were in. Not too long after, a woman in scrubs rushed in.

“Oh, good, you’re awake. Do you need anything? Are you in too much pain?” she asked, taking into account the pain you imagined was clear on your face.

“Could I get some painkillers, please?” And as soon as you said that, the nurse nodded and rushed back out of the room as quickly as she had come in. You didn’t even have the chance to ask about your circumstances.

You closed your eyes again, wishing more than anything that you could enter a state where you wouldn’t have to feel this pain anymore. When the door opened again, you woke right back up. The nurse walked in with a clearly nervous Peter by her side. His eyes were wide and wild until they locked with yours. Once they found you, his face lost the panicked look and immediately transitioned into worry.

The nurse gave you your medicine and left the room again, leaving you and Peter alone. You met his eyes and you watched tears spill onto his cheeks one by one. You wanted to brush them away but you were scared of the pain. You felt terrible.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault. I should’ve known they would target you if they knew I was close with you.”

Your face screwed up in confusion. “Peter, what? I don’t even remember what happened. You’re going to have to explain it to me.”

He wiped his tears himself, shaking his head. He launched into the story about how he had found you on the rooftop after he couldn’t get a hold of you. His phone had died and when he stopped by your apartment he noticed that the balcony door was open with no sign of you anywhere. He told you about the poser and how badly he had wanted to hurt them.

At the end of his tale, you had tears in your eyes too. “Peter, I’m sorry.”

He grabbed your hand gently but with a sense of urgency. “You have nothing to be sorry about, love. Don’t apologize for this.” He placed a kiss on your hand. “I’ve been so worried about you. You know you were out for three days?”

“Three?” Your eyes widened. “Peter, that means I missed all of my due dates for my assignments, I’m gonna fail!”

“I think they’ll excuse you once they find out you had an emergency surgery. Plus the school is… kinda on lockdown right now. They shut it down until further notice.”

Too much information all at once. The school was shut down? But most importantly…

“I had surgery?”

His face settled into an ‘oh’ shape. “You didn’t know?” He must’ve caught the look in your eye because he quickly launched into an explanation. “You suffered from hemopneumothorax after breaking your rib.”

“Pete, you’re gonna have to tell me what that means in simple terms.”

“Basically your rib punctured your lung.”

You closed your eyes tight. So that’s why it was so hard for you to breathe. You didn’t want to think about it anymore for right now. You were starting to get sleepy again. Did they give you sleeping pills? You willed yourself to stay awake for just a little bit longer.

“Peter, why is the school shut down?” you asked him curiously

A look of anger crossed his face before he smoothed out his features once more. For your sake, you assumed. “That good for nothing chemistry teacher was the fake Spider-man that hurt you. When I left him up there, I called the cops and he’s been all over the news ever since. Apparently he hunted down the lab that had the radioactive spiders that changed me and went there himself. He wanted to replace me, but with evil.”

You grasped his hand even tighter than before. The closure finally sunk in. That was why he had sounded familiar to you, why you had been so concerned with who he was when Peter had reiterated the events to you.

You wanted to see Peter happy again, so you did what you knew best.

“Thank you for saving me, Peter. I love you.”

“Y/N, I will always be there to save you. I won’t let anything like this happen to you again.”

He released your hand only to stand up and start caressing your cheek. He placed a kiss on your lips, and for a second you felt like everything was normal and like you weren’t in a hospital bed. “I will always be here when you need me, my love,” he said, looking into your eyes.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” you asked him, finding yourself lost in the maze of his gaze.

“Of course I will.”

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not like this | p.p.

pairing: tom!peter parker x gender neutral!reader

summary: peter finds himself saving you, but not from villains. no, he’s saving you from yourself.

notes: this is my first fic on here! i love peter so much so i definitely plan on writing more. send in requests if you’d like!! i’ll get around to them as soon as i can.

word count: 3.7k

WARNINGS: suicidal thoughts, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort

You were well aware of the incessant buzzing of your cell phone, you just chose to ignore it. You knew exactly who was trying to get a hold of you but didn’t see a point in answering. They were going to get their answer soon enough anyways, just not from you.

The bridge you were standing on didn’t get much traffic at night. It was eerie in a sense. So many people crossed over it everyday, and yet when the sun went down there was nobody there to stop you from what you were about to do. You didn’t want to think about it too much. Except you did, every moment you stood there another thought entered your head. It’s just as lonely here as it is amongst your friends.

Your friends. What wasn’t to love about them? After moving here so suddenly, Ned, MJ, and Peter had immediately taken you in as one of their own. You fit in so well with them, it was almost seamless. Almost. Now, it was like there was a ginormous secret separating you from the three of them. Something that only they would get to know. You tried not to let it bother you, but it was hard not to when it seemed like you were being forgotten about by the last few people you thought cared about you.

Of course, it wasn’t just them. There were so many things in your life stopping you from living in happiness the way you wanted to. But in that moment, all you could think about was if MJ, Ned, and Peter would miss you when you disappeared.

You sit on the railing, letting your legs dangle off the side and holding yourself steady with your hands to make sure you didn’t fall before you were ready. You felt silly, thinking about how you were waiting to make sure you were ready. You had to be ready. There was no other choice.

Yet you still were hesitant. You finally pulled out your phone, not to read the messages and see who had been calling but to look at one last picture. It was a picture of you and your friends. MJ and Ned stood to your right, while Peter had his lips pressed against your left cheek, just as Ned had dared him to do. You could see the faint blush on both of your faces. You had never figured out why Peter had become so flustered right before and after that photo was taken, though you knew why you had. You loved Peter Parker. And in that moment, it seemed like he loved you right back. The moment had been short-lived, but it lived on in this picture forever.

You wished you could’ve known what was going on in Peter’s mind, his heart when he looked at you. You knew it couldn’t have been much. You saw the way he looked at MJ.

Another message popped up on the screen. This one you read before you had the chance to look away.

Y/N where are you?? Please, we’re all scared. We can help, you just have to tell us where you are. From Aunt May. You hadn’t meant for Aunt May to get involved. You suddenly regretted sending your friends that weighted message telling them that you loved them and would miss them. Thanking them for all the good memories.

Things were getting more serious. You had to handle this, and quickly. You needed to get it over with. You threw your phone down on the bridge and started to try and stand on the railings. You struggled for balance for a second, waving your arms ridiculously. Why did you even bother at this point though, if the fate would be the same whether it was by choice or by a slip?

Once you finally pulled yourself together. You looked down at the ground underneath the bridge. It was too daunting. You forced yourself to stare at a spot in the distance. You took one deep breath in, closed your eyes, and you took your step.

As you began to fall you heard the sound of something flying by. A car? Right now? There hadn’t been a car for the entire time you had been up there. But it wasn’t a car of course. Something slammed into your body, wrapping around you and forcing you to swing unexpectedly. A scream wrenched from your throat and the unknown force holding onto you for dear life. That’s when you forced yourself to open your eyes, and you saw Spider-man was the one gripping you. Your feet settled onto the ground and he let go of what you assumed was a web, and immediately wrapped his arms around you again.

There was something desperate in this hug and you couldn’t grasp it. He didn’t know you. You knew his job was to save civilians but you were a stranger who wasn’t in need of saving. You were only in need of a way out.

He let you go only to put his hands on either side of your face, almost as if he were scanning your face for external injuries. Once he determined you were okay, he threw his hands down to his sides like he was angry and turned away.

“We’ve all been so worried,” you heard him whisper into the silence. Now, the anger at being stopped was almost fully replaced with confusion.

“We?” you asked. You had no idea who ‘we’ was to Spider-man. It shouldn’t be anybody. Spider-man didn’t know you, he had never even seen you face-to-face before.

He slowly turned back around, looking you dead in the eye. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t make another move. Knowing he wasn’t going to answer your question, you asked another one. “Why did you stop me?”

“Why wouldn’t I stop you? Why would anyone not have stopped you, Y/N? Are you serious right now?”

“Because I didn’t need saving.” You turned back towards the railing, but he grabbed your wrist before you could go much further. “I just wanted to look,” you said, telling the truth. Him being there wasn’t something you had planned on, and it ruined your plan entirely. Maybe another day, you thought to yourself.

The hold he had on your wrist was tight and it didn’t seem like he was going to let go at any point soon, so you turned around to face him once more. You took the time to really take in any feature you could notice. He was an average height. He’s definitely shorter than MJ. And he looked muscular. You thought back to the hug he had given you. He definitely felt muscular too.

“You did need saving,” he finally replied.

“I didn’t. There wasn’t anyone attacking me.”

“What?” His head tilted when he asked. He still seemed to be breathing hard, but you knew it wasn’t because he had overexerted himself in any way. He really was worried about you but for what reason?

“That’s your job isn’t it? To protect the people from villains?”

“My job is to protect the people. It doesn’t have to be from bad guys.” There was something familiar in his voice. That was when it finally hit you.

“You said my name earlier. How do you know my name?” His hand loosened around your wrist, but you stepped closer to him anyway.

His hands shook, you noticed as he finally pulled his away from yours. “It.. It doesn’t matter,” he stuttered. “Let’s just get you out of here.”

Before you could respond, his arms were wrapped tightly around you once again. It was comforting in a way but you weren’t done. You opened your mouth to question him some more but you had no time to talk before he had shot out a web and jumped, swinging back into town.

The wind whipped into your eyes uncomfortably making you squeeze them shut. “OH, so it’s okay when you do it, but when I do it, I get stopped,” you said sarcastically right when a bout of dizziness hit you.

“That’s not the same thing!” he yelled back to you. You couldn’t even respond.

Ugh, how much longer is this going to last? You had come to the conclusion that you hated swinging around like this. How does he do this on a daily basis?

It wasn’t too much longer before your feet hit solid ground again. You were on the balcony of your apartment. You immediately found a place to sit down and you put your head into your hands. A groan escaped from your chest. “Never again,” you stated.

Spider-man crouched down in front of you. You felt his hand on your knee. “What happened?” he asked.

“What do you mean? Nothing happened.”

“Oh, now that’s a lie,” he threw his head back before looking at you once again. You took your head out of your hands.

“Well, what’s it to you, Spider-man? How do you know who I am?” His hand found its way up to your cheek and you blushed.

“It’s- It’s just that- I mean your friends have been looking for you and I had to do something because I couldn’t just sit there and I was worried about you and-” He stopped talking when you covered his hand that was still situated over your cheek with yours.

“My friends,” you whispered. He shook himself out of his daze and nodded. “They haven’t talked to me all week and now they’re worried about me?”

“...What?” He didn’t bother hiding his confusion. He stopped crouching and sat fully down in front of you, taking his hand away from your face.

“They just… they stopped talking to me at all this past week. And it wasn’t much better in the weeks before that either. I miss them, but if this is what it takes for them to miss me then I don’t know. It’s not worth it anymore.”

“I don’t think they’ve been ignoring you,” he said slowly, almost as if he were processing the information himself. “Maybe they’re trying to protect you from something.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “From what? My feelings?” You thought about the time MJ and Ned had sleuthed their way into figuring out who your crush was. It wasn’t long after that when things started going downhill. You had wondered if their sudden change had anything to do with that.

“N-no. I mean… I don’t know. Why would they try to protect you from your feelings?”

“It’s stupid,” you warned Spider-man.

“Nothing that makes you feel like this is stupid, Y/N.”

The blush that had crossed your face before came back. “Well… I have a crush on one of them, and the others kinda figured it out. And then that’s when I started getting left out of things. I don’t think that’s the reason though, it’s just where my mind went first.”

He froze. He didn’t breathe, didn’t speak, didn’t move.

“See, I told you it was stupid.” You laughed inwardly, showing how embarrassed you were. As you made the move to escape the balcony, he grabbed your calf. You looked down at him, but he still wasn’t looking at you. The first move he made was to put his hand on his head.

Or at least, that’s what you thought he was doing.

When he pulled the mask off of his head, it was your turn to freeze. Peter Parker was staring at you with the most terrified look on his face.

“Ohhh you’re kidding me,” you breathed. You made no other move as Peter finally got up to look you straight in the eyes.

“Y/N…”

“Peter, you don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry that was really selfish of me-”

“What, selfish? No, no no, there was nothing selfish about that, I promise. I just, well, you know.. I was uh-” At this point, he was looking at everything but you. Like he couldn’t bear to look at you when he told you he didn’t feel the same way.

“You really, really don’t have to say anything, please just forget about it.”

“I can’t forget about it. Y/N, do you know how scared we all were? When you sent that message we thought we were too late. I had to stop you, I knew I did. I was so scared I had lost you. I almost got there too late…” His hand found yours and you saw the tears that were in his eyes.

“It wouldn’t have been your fault, Peter. I know that all I’ve told you was about you and Ned and MJ but I promise it wasn’t just that. And I’m really sorry I told you that, I shouldn’t have said anything.” You reached up with the hand that wasn’t being held and you wiped the tears from his face.

He buried his head into your neck and wrapped his arms around you just as he had on the bridge. It had been comforting then, but it was even more so now. You still felt awful about what you had said but there was no taking it back now. You hugged him back tightly, wishing that he would stop crying. It hurt you to see him like this. One of his hands found the back of your head and he began to stroke your hair as a sob escaped him.

“Peter… I’m sorry.” He pulled his head back to look at you.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, shaking his head. He moved one hand to your face and he stroked your cheek. You got lost in his eyes like you had countless times before. “I just didn’t want to lose you,” he whispered.

“I know that now. I’m-” And that was when he pressed his lips to yours.

It was like the world around you had disappeared, like the only things left were you and Peter. Where you were touching there were butterflies, fireworks, electricity, every good feeling that could be felt. You didn’t even know how to describe the happiness you felt in that moment. The heat on your face you were sure he would be able to feel on his hand even through his suit, but in that moment all you could think about was the way his soft lips moved against yours.

Too soon, he ended the kiss, looking as flustered as he did in the picture on your phone. For the longest time you had wondered why he had blushed and stammered after that picture, but now you felt like you knew the answer. You wanted to ask to make sure, but the look in his teary eyes told you everything you wanted to know. Peter Parker feels the same way about you.

“I’m sorry I worried you,” you mumbled, as he stepped away from your arms. You grabbed his hand, which he squeezed almost immediately. He threaded his fingers through yours.

“No more saying sorry, Y/N. We’re gonna get through this, okay? I’ll help you as long as you want me there with you. Do you want me to?”

“Of course I want you to. But…” A look of panic flashed across his face before he quickly locked it away. Nothing went unnoticed by you though, as you couldn’t take your eyes away from him.

“But what? Did I do something?”

You shook your head. “I’m just still confused. Why did you start distancing yourself from me? Did I do something?”

“No no no, we really were trying to protect you.” His wide eyes told you that he was telling the truth but you still didn’t understand.

“Protect me from what? That doesn’t make any sense.” He went to sit on the bed, and you followed, if only to make sure that he didn’t let go of you.

“Ned and MJ, they uh… they know.”

“Continue? They know about what, Peter?”

“They know that I’m Spider-man, and they also know that I have feelings for you and we all just wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t get hurt because of me and-” he rambled, in pure Peter Parker fashion.

“Why would I have gotten hurt? And to be honest, I thought you liked MJ.”

“MJ? No, she’s known how I felt about you since you first came into the picture.” That long? He’s felt this way for that long and you had no idea? “It’s just that… villains tend to target the people that their enemies love most. And I knew that if you figured out who I am that you would be in danger. But now you know anyways and you know how I feel which means I’ve royally screwed up and you’re in a lot of danger now, shit. Y/N I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, I thought we said no more sorrys,” you said, looking at him directly in the eye. “If you get to say one, so do I. I’m really sorry that I misunderstood everything. I felt so alone, and I didn’t know what to make of it so I naturally assumed that you guys didn’t want me around anymore. I should’ve just asked.”

“You and I both know that it wouldn’t have been that simple.” He searched your face, but you weren’t sure for what.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you laughed. “Either way, I’m glad you stopped me tonight. And that things are cleared up. It makes me feel just a little bit better.”

He planted another kiss on your lips and it felt just as good as the first one. He rested his forehead on yours. “I’m glad I made it in time.”

You stayed sitting there with Peter in silence for a really long time (thirty minutes? An hour?) before you noticed that you had never picked your phone up off the bridge. “Hey, uh, Pete?”

“Yeah?” He looked into your eyes. You would never get sick of them, never.

“I left my phone out there…” 

“Oh, I’ll go get it, I didn’t know you had it with you or I would’ve looked for it,” he said, standing up and reaching for his mask. You stood up alongside him and grabbed his wrist before he could put the mask back on. You leaned in for one more kiss before he left.

“Will you come back?” you asked him quietly after you pulled back.

“Of course I’ll come back. Whenever you want me here, I’ll be here.”

After he left, you went out to your living room to sit. You smiled to yourself, knowing that you could finally understand why your friends were distancing themselves from you. You didn’t have to worry about it anymore. Almost as if on cue, Ned and MJ burst through your front door without knocking. “Ned, you can’t just barge in without knocking, that’s rude,” MJ stated matter of factly even while she slipped past him and ran to you. You stood up as she made her way over to you and she threw her arms around you. “We were so worried, Y/N. Peter told us you were here and we came as soon as we could.”

All of a sudden, you felt Ned join the embrace. “Please don’t ever do that to us again. That was scarier than Mysterio, and did you see that guy? He was terrifying.”

“I promise. I’m sorry about everything. Me and Peter talked things through. I feel a lot better now.”

They still hadn’t let go of the hug, but you were perfectly okay with that. “How did you two get here, though?” As far as you knew, neither of them could drive yet.

That was when Aunt May traipsed into the room. “Move, kids, it’s my turn.” Ned and MJ didn’t go far, they really only stepped to the side while Aunt May gave you the warmest hug you had received yet.

“Y/N I swear if you ever do that to me again, I’ll hunt you down myself,” she said in the most endearing way possible. She kissed the top of your head as she pulled away, and tears sprung to your eyes.

It wasn’t too long after that when Peter came back into the apartment, taking off his mask and holding your phone in his hand. He smiled at the sight of you standing with May, Ned, and MJ, and he joined the group. He held your phone out to you and you smiled right back at him.

The night ended with Aunt May giving you one last hug before leaving to go back home, and you and your friends lounging around your bedroom just hanging out like normal, like nothing had happened. Ned was the first to pass out, and you and MJ took out a marker and drew on his face, giggling the entire time. Peter laid on your bed and watched the whole thing go down, giving suggestions on what to draw next. MJ was next, but she had warned you and Peter that if you drew anything on her that things would not look pretty for you two in the morning. Peter held his hands up as if he were surrendering while you just laughed.

Peter held you in his arms while he told you how long he had wanted to do this for. You didn’t take your eyes off of him once, until you started to doze off. He smiled down at you as you fell asleep. You had a good dream for the first time in a long time.

When you woke up, your friends were all still asleep, even Peter. You knew, of course, that this wasn’t the end of your depression and that there was still a lot of work you would have to put in to start feeling better. But you knew, with your friends by your side and Peter holding onto you, that it wouldn’t be so hard as it had looked before.

You settled back into sleep, only being woken up by Ned’s screams coming from the bathroom and MJ snickering in the background. You didn’t move from Peter’s arms but you grinned and buried your face deeper into his chest.