omggggg can i request billingual reader and maybe peter finds it cute that when shes explaining stuff she has a thinking face of what to say next cos she wants to be sure of how to say it in english ๐ฅน or maybe hearing her speak in her mother tongue/native language does he find it cute or smn :(((((((
as a white englishโspeaking woman, i only feel comfortable writing for a bilingual reader with a language/culture that iโm relatively familiar with and could properly represent, which isnโt many :,)
so i will write an imagine for a bilingual reader with a language iโm going to school for: โจsign languageโจ
i hope thatโs okay :)
a/n โ i am still a student and iโm constantly learning, so if thereโs a detail or some information that iโm incorrect about, please tell me asap !!!
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Sitting alone at cafes was a custom for you. People watching, spectating murmurs and laughter but never quite grasping it. You lacked the understanding of how the sound captured their conversing, but you werenโt missing anything. Your focus was mainly set on finishing your chemistry homework, anyways.
Midway through an equation, the light shifted over your table. You felt the dip in the booth on your left and looked up to see who sat beside you. Your eyes met the deepest brown pair you swore youโd ever seen. It was almost like the rest of the room lit up with color after you first caught a glimpse.
You certainly recognized the boy. He went to school with you, but youโd barely crossed paths other than having a class or two together. And from the way he glanced at your paperwork, you assumed that chemistry was on his schedule too.
His lips moved, and your eyes studied their shapes as best as they could. Perhaps he was nervous, or overly caffeinated, but the movement was too swift to distinguish.
Slowly, you shook your head at him, right index finger pointing to your ear. Apology and disappointment weighted your eyelids. You really did want to see what he wanted to ask you, but your expectation was for him to up and leave.
Instead, sudden understanding washed over him; a look of epiphany. Quickly after, patience overtook the presence beside you. You were shocked. He tried to slow his words of choice down, using his hands to illustrate but not really communicate. You could tell he was trying, so you didnโt want to make fun of his efforts. The smallest fit of laughter threatened to slip from your lips as you gestured at him to stop.
From the table, you grabbed your notebook and flipped to an empty page. Your pencil flew over the page to jot down a question:
โDo you know any sign?โ
You figured that was a start.
Watching the way he smiled, you nearly forgot to hand him your pencil to reply. Your eyes followed his hand as it met the parchment and scribbled so gently, it surprised you to see writing even stuck. He pushed it over to you. โYes, I know oneโ
Your eyes met, and you studied him patiently. His right hand sat atop of his left elbow, holding a fist that excluded his pinky and index fingers; a rockstar skull. His left hand rested beneath his right elbow, opening and closing a fist with a flicking motion. It was a sign you knew all too well. โBullshit,โ you watched him mouth.
The giggle bubbles through your throat with physical feeling, and your hands gently pressed his arms to make it stop. You shook your head, smiling as you corrected him.
Your dominant hand met your chin with an open hand, lightly touching the tips of your fingers to your face. As you moved your hand to the space in front of you, you closed your hand into a fist.
โBullshit,โ you mouthed back at him. The crinkle in the boyโs brow marked his confusion.
Pen met paper again as you wrote out the explanation. โHearing people came up with a fake sign to act like they knew shit.โ
He looked up at you with some disgust to his expression, and you simply shrugged at him.
Politely, he held his hand out for the pen, and you gave it to him with the trust that heโd return it soon after.
โThen maybe you could teach me some instead?โ
The grin on your lips was unbreakable, and only seemed to grow the more you kept up the conversation. You nodded your head, writing a simple โsure:)โ beside his note. You met his eyes again, pointing to your chest before swiftly fingerspelling your name. The boy marveled at your hand, equally lost and mesmerized.
His pointer finger rapidly twirled the air, circling near his face four or five times; you assumed that meant he wanted you to repeat yourself. So, you agreed.
Slowly, you held out each hand shape of your name a little longer, waiting til the twinkle in his eyes indicated that the letter was registering for him. It was fairly entertaining to watch.
He wrote it on the notebook once he got it just to clarify with you. โY/N?โ He seemed nervous for your reply.
You signed yes, then gestured for him to do the same. You wanted to see what his name was.
Hesitantly, the boy tried his best, bouncing each hand shape to the letters of his name. It made you happy to see his attempt, and you were fond of his efforts.
Pulling the notebook closer, you jot down his name. โPeter?โ
Youโd never forget the way he smiled at you afterwards. โYes:)โ He wrote back. โYou want help with chemistry?โ
And thatโs how you met Peter Parker.
You were an unlikely duo at Midtown. It was nice to have somebody in the classroom to have secret conversations with, and to teach sign to. Peter picked most things up pretty quickly, especially because he had an excellent teacher. Plus, little did you know that he watched ASL courses off YouTube in his free time.
That is, his freetime when he wasnโt being SpiderโMan.
He never told you that he was SpiderโMan. In fact, you didnโt find out he was until a few months into your friendship. After months of study hours and movie nights, you watched SpiderโMan signing to a Deaf kid on the news; the webโslinging superhero signed what like salad.
That was a classic Peter Parker mistake.
So, when were you planning to tell me youโre SpiderโMan? You asked him, signing nonchalantly. Youโd waited all week until you two were alone, studying like you normally did on the weekends. You sat back on his desk chair, raising a brow, calm and collected.
It took everything in him not to forget how to respond. Peter had been practicing sign, but he still wasnโt nearly as versed as you were. What? He started. Poor way to respond on his part. You pointed at his hands, trying to call him out.
That! You were so determined to catch him in his coverup, opening your laptop.
His hands flailed to try and capture your attention. However, your laser focus was something he couldnโt cut.
Having the clip ready, you played it, turning the screen towards him and showing him the fluke in his signs.
Peter facepalmed when he noticed, face red as a tomato but you couldnโt care less. You felt more than accomplished to have deciphered his secret. You owe me!
Signing, Peter got over himself a little, rolling his eyes playfully at you. Whatever, fine!
To help Peter practice his signing, youโd dismissed your inโclass interpreters the second the bell rang and had Peter translate your questions to your teachers. Perhaps it was selfish to put him on the spot, but when youโd asked him about it later, he said he was more than happy to help you out.
He enjoyed learning sign, almost as much as he enjoyed his time with you. Peter had never met anyone as amazing as you; nobody that heโd met before watched the world with your eyes, or lit up a room so vibrantly. You always asked the right questions, saw straight through peopleโs bullshit, and put othersโ needs far before your own. Donโt even get him started on the fact that youโd never even heard your own laugh before.
Peter couldnโt wrap his head around all the things he thought you were missing out on. That was how he saw it, at least, til you changed his mind. He was grateful to know how your fit of giggles sang to him, but there was more things to life than that. Sound was only one way to see the world; if you choose to act like itโs a principle more than a privilege, youโll get nowhere. He knew heโd waste time dwelling on things you werenโt even sad over.
Instead, Peter would marvel at how fluently and beautifully youโd sign when you were passionate about something. The choreographed tangents that youโd go on absolutely mesmerized him, even though he could only pick up one or two things you were saying.
Your hands moved so fast, he second guessed whether you were actually communicating or just painting a masterpiece with the shapes of your hand.
That blissful, ecstatic look in your eyes told Peter everything he needed to know. He was the luckiest boy in the world to know you.
You were the most joyous person he knew.
That joy was a strength that youโd gained overtime, though.
Rushing down the school halls, you had memorized the rhythm underneath your feet as you pattered down the tile. You always pictured the sound like something fragile, or feathered, especially seeing as your shoes had rubber soles. Sometimes, when you walked slow enough, you could feel the rattling steps of other students around you.
Today, specifically, the rumbled pattern beneath you threw you off your rocker.
Especially as the charging steps behind you tread right in your direction.
A hefty pair of hands shoved your shoulder blades, pushing you toppling into the floor beneath you. The sound of chatter couldnโt be heard, but you certainly felt the energy in the hallway shift. Pressing off the floor with your hands, you noticed the eyes now mindful to your presence. You had an audience.
You flipped yourself around to look at the shadow towering over you. Some flimsyโlooking, curly haired, short classmate of yours stood above you. His hands perched on his hips as he spewed words at you, mouth moving far too quickly to lip read. You stayed there, staring up at him with a glare, merely making out the words โstupidโ and โParkerโ from his muted speech.
You were used to bullies, but you couldnโt sit while this dickhead kept Peter Parkerโs name disrespectfully in his mouth.
Just as you pressed up to rise to your feet, this bitchass shoved the toe of his shoe right in the center of your chest, pushing you back into the ground and leaving dirt all over your favorite top. You felt the gasp leave your throat, trying to fight against it.
Thatโs when Peter Parker swooped in and forced the boy away from you. Anger wasnโt an expression youโd seen on Peterโs face, and you couldnโt tell whether it was something to awe at or fear.
Their echoed shouts and feuds and insults bounced from the floor and into your fingertips. You could tell the words they exchanged were ugly, considering that the two were face to face and both had such crease to their eyebrows. Fists clenched, shoulders squared, you could tell they were about to brawl.
Peter threw the first punch, taking you by surprise but still sending a smile to your lips. The two boys had a displeasing fight to the eye, but you couldnโt find it in yourself to look away.
A girl to your left offered a hand to help you off the floor, to which you signed a quick thank you before both of you saw the boys getting caught by a set of teachers. All it took was a second before the two boys froze dead in their stances and peacefully walked with the teachers down the hall to the principalโs office.
In an instant, all eyes found their way to you and your dirtโstained top. Before you let them react to the heat growing on your cheeks, you rushed off, going to the one place you knew you wouldnโt be disturbed in.
Two and a half hours passed before Peter walked through the open door of his bedroom, a small smile on his lips as he greeted you. Are you okay? He signed quickly, soon shutting the door.
Are you okay? You signed right back, swift to press off your spot on his bed and walk over to him. Peter was the one with the blackened eye and busted lip. Clearly he should be the one to worry about. Your hands found his cheeks and gently cupped his face as you looked at his injuries. The sight broke your heart.
Although, you werenโt expecting to see his pale cheeks brighten with red in your grasp. You could feel the second when his breath stopped fanning your face, and thatโs when you realized that his breath had been fanning your face; you were inches away from him. The atmosphere of the room changed.
โWhat?โ You mouthed, brows creasing together with concern. You werenโt stupid, but you were definitely choosing to ignore the obvious. There was no way that Peter Parker was flustered by you, right? That was preposterous.
His eyes threatened a glance at your lips before you felt his fingers curl around your wrist. Peter moved your left hand to his chest, pressing against his heart. The skin beneath his shirt pulsed against you, and quickened by the second. Things felt very intimate, things felt very thick and hot and heavy. You didnโt notice it til right then that the room was getting hotter.
Your eyes caught a glimpse of his lips and you hadnโt noticed that you were staring at them. Peterโs face moved closer to yourโs and thatโs when you decided to be bold. You captured his lips with yours, kissing him tenderly, careful. The caress of his hands down your sides and grasp he held around your waist told you that you didnโt have to tread as cautiously.
Peter kissed you and every inch of you felt warm. You swore youโd lifted off the ground when his hands held your back, your hips, your waist. His lips against yours truly felt something like magic and you never wanted to leave this moment. A moment where his hair was silk between your fingers and his body became one with yourโs.
Pulling back, Peter kept his arms around you, now taking the time and the close proximity to study you and your injuries; you learned to recognize the protective look in his eyes. His stare stopped and stuck itself to the dirt smudged between your breasts. He moved his right hand from your waist. Your shirt.. Peter couldnโt help but stare at the stain.
You couldnโt care less about it. What? You want it off? You joked, watching the immediate shift in his expression, and feeling the laughter he admitted through the tips of your fingers on his torso. Peter pulled you back into a kiss and you knew right then and there that things would be different.
Never in your life did you think youโd get so lucky as to meet Peter Parker, but now that you had him, you knew youโd never let him go.
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๐๏ธ โ content masterlist ;
hereโs everything iโve written so far !!
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REQUEST! a sign or something: mcu!peter parker, deaf!reader | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you and peter become an unlikely pair at midtown when he shows interest in learning some sign language.
REQUEST! boy in the bubble: mcu!peter parker, stark!daughter!reader | genre: angst, light fluff | IN WHICH your walk back from school goes wrong when peter parker doesnโt walk with you, & your father has a thing or two to say about it.
REQUEST!BLURB! catching cold: mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you cuddle peter back to warmth after he returns from patrol in the midst of a blizzard.
REQUEST! daddy issues: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: angst, fluff | IN WHICH it feels like your father has more love for his protรฉgรฉ than you nowadays, and youโve reached a breaking point.
REQUEST! geeky tangents; mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff, ?smut? | IN WHICH you find it important to prove how sweet & adorable your boyfriend is.
REQUEST! meetโcute: mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH a knock on the sanctum door interrupts your task of housesitting for dr. strange.
REQUEST! security system: mcu!peter parker, stark!reader | genre: fluff, ?smut? | IN WHICH peter & you avoid telling your father, tony stark, about your relationship, only to find out that heโs known for longer than youโd thought.
twentyโbucks: mcu!peter parker | genre: angst, fluff | IN WHICH the avengers had their theories about you & peterโs secret pining, but they never realized just how serious it was until a mission went south.
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REQUEST! cuddleโbugs; mcu!peter parker | genre: fluff | IN WHICH you & your best friend fall asleep on the couch together, & the avengers canโt let go of the obvious chemistry.
| part one | part two | part three | part four | final part |
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iโm fairly comfortable w anything! iโll explicitly say if something makes me uncomfortable, like this:
iโm not comfortable writing about real people (actors, influencers, etc) or specific characters/types of characters (psychotic, psychopathic, serial killer, hobie brown, dark!characters, etc). i will not write pedophilia, incest, or any social issues.
i am comfortable writing headcanons, scenarios, imagines, angst, fluff, smut, auโs, and any kind of pairing!
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๐ฅฅ โ characters & fandoms ;
marvel | peter parker, steve rogers, yelena belova, gwen stacy, miles morales, loki laufeyson.
outer banks | jj maybank, john b routledge, topper thornton.
harry potter | cedric diggory, draco malfoy, harry potter, ?james potter, remus lupin, serius black?.
stranger things | steve harrington, robin buckley, ?eddie mudson, billy hargrove?
twilight | edward cullen, jasper hale, alice cullen, rosalie cullen, charlie swan.
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๐ชท โ about me ;
my name is elle :) [ pronouns: she/they] iโm a college student who finds comfort in writing ๐ซถ. my favorite colorโs green, iโm in love w tom holland, and my favorite band is the neighborhood !!! i also have three cats!!
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