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thursdaygxrls · 9 months

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thin ice — two

part one | part two | part three

summary — peter invites her to his hockey game, and shocker, she shows up.

pairing — uni hockey player!peter parker x fem!journalist!reader

disclaimer — i do not own peter parker/marvel. marvel pls don’t sue me for making peter sexier 🙏

warnings — reader is referred to as ‘kitty’ (there’s a reason, i promise), slight one sided enemies to lovers, possible maybe slightly ooc, and very unedited

Stark Memorial Rink was a lot more crowded than she remembered. To be fair, when she was there two days ago, it was during a closed practice. Now it was loud, crowded, and filled with the blaring noise of the patrons and loudspeakers.

“What are our seats again?” MJ asked, hanging off her arm with a big, goofy smile. She was dressed in an Empire State University sweatshirt—‘I have to show my school pride’, she said. Sure, that was the reason.

“Section one hundred ten, Row C, seats four and five,” she replied, her voice near robotic.

“Y’know, you can at least pretend to be excited,” MJ teased. “I’ll buy you a soft pretzel if you act like you’re having fun.”

“Woo-hoo. Yippee. Hooray,” she said monotonously, a small grin curling on her lips.

“Come on,” a whine leaves MJ’s lips, “This is cool! It’s not just any game, this is the tournament—like, national. If they win this, they’ll make it down to eight teams. Eight teams!”

“And your sudden love of hockey spawned on its own, right?” She raised a brow at her friend’s words, “Not because of some sweaty guy who likes to ice skate?”

“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that,” MJ mumbled in reply, though her eyes softened a bit, a smile adorning her painted lips. They shuffled through the crowds of people with some struggle, but eventually made it to section one hundred ten.

When she was there days ago, she hadn’t quite paid attention to the format of the seats. The assumption, though, was that they flowed in alphabetical order, making Row Z the one closest to the plexiglass. They slipped towards the steps, ready to descend just a few stairs when they looked down. A big, yellow ‘Z’ was right under their feet. That meant–

“Oh, my God.” Her voice was more like a whisper than anything.

“You said Row C, right?” MJ asked, her eyes glued to the letter.

“Row C,” she confirmed, sucking her teeth. Was it even possible? Okay, sure, this was just a university game, but this game was a big deal. The place was insanely crowded. How could he just give away seats that close to the glass?

“Well, let’s go,” MJ interrupted her train of thought, tugging her arm to follow her. One, two, three, four…they descended lower and lower until the sound of ice scraping along the skates of those practicing was louder than the buzz of the crowd. Their seats gave them a perfect view right behind the net. Purple and black jerseys whizzed by in a flurry of sticks and pucks and ice shaving off the ground. They say for a minute, soaking up the reality of where they were before MJ let out a cough.

“So, Kitty, soft pretzel?” She glanced over with a smile.

“Yeah,” she agreed, already popping up from her seat. Shuffling back to the stairs, her gaze was pulled back to the rink where she caught a flash of a neon purple ‘13’ zipping by the glass. Hazel eyes settled upon her through the brackets of the helmet—but only for one second. One small ounce of time in which their eyes connected like laser beams. And then he was gone again, and so was she.

“I’ll get you a slushie, too, if you do a little cheering,” MJ’s voice pulled her back.

“Extra large?” She raised a brow in return.

“Whatever size you want,” MJ beamed.

By the time they were back to their seats, the game was almost starting. The National Anthem was sung by a local high school talent. The team introductions flew by (MJ, of course, screaming for Harry). When number thirteen, Peter Parker, Empire State Lightning Bolts Team Captain was introduced, the thunder of feet pounding on the floor rang through the stadium. He slid across the ice in an oddly graceful fashion. He was sort of gangly, and the bulk of the uniform provided a strange juxtaposition, but his movements were clean and precise, more like a figure skater than a hockey player.

“Look at that, number thirteen,” MJ giggled into her ear, receiving a smack on the arm for her laughter.

“I have eyes, I can see.” Was her grumbled response.

The game was intense. They were single-round eliminations, meaning that if ESU lost this, they were out of the tournament. Pennbrook, in their glossy green jerseys, were just as vicious. The net in front of them was the home side first, so they were able to see every goal that was blocked, and inevitably the ones that slipped through. What seemed to (begrudgingly) stand out the most, though, was Peter.

He was aggressive. At first, she thought it was just excitement, or anger, or some irrational emotion that sent him flying across the ice and ramming into people. But the face under the helmet was always calm. Cold, even. Every outburst was a precise calculation. Yes, he was combative, but it was never out of his control. Nothing was out of his control, not even when the puck went skidding across the ice on the other side. It took him seconds to cross the rink and swoop in for quick saves. Time seemed to flash by. The buzzer signaled the end of the first period, and the teams skated back to their respective sides.

“It’s not that bad, right?” MJ nudged her, sucking down the last of her blue raspberry slushie.

“I’m definitely viewing something,” she responded in a sarcastic tone. MJ groaned, nudging her as she collected their empty cups and discarded napkins.

“Keep up the good attitude,” she shot back, sticking out her tongue as she went to throw away the trash.

The second period was similar to the first: high tensions, high testosterone. By the third period, the score was 4-5 with Pennbrook taking the lead. It was, of course, only a momentary lead. A play by Harry and Miles tied them up again, and then a swift shot by Zack got them the lead. Pennbrook’s number ‘36’ had been on Peter’s ass nearly the entire game. He was always so close that half of the ice shavings on Peter’s ankles were probably from him. But it hadn’t been anything more than a chase until Peter brought the score up to 7-5.

The movement was quick, but not nearly as unnoticeable as he likely intended. While sliding behind the net, 36’s elbow came up to check Peter. He was probably aiming for his shoulder, but everything just came out wrong: Peter turned his head toward 36, 36’s elbow jabbed at an awkward angle, and the hit ended up slamming into Peter’s face.

Her breath caught in her throat. When he turned back to the plexiglass, blood was dripping down his chin. He’d been clipped just right so that his lip busted against the hard plastic of the mouthguard. Resounding ‘boos’ sounded through the stadium, but the sounds fell deaf on her ears as she watched Peter throw off his glove and swipe the blood from his skin. It was like she could see the gears turning in his head. Hit, blood, fight. He looked to 36, ready to raise his bloodstained fist. Then, for just a second, his eyes flitted to her.

He knew she was there. He knew she was watching. None of the hardness left his eyes, but there was something new there, too. Pride, maybe? Excitement? It lingered in his vision the entire time his eyes were on hers. When his bloodied lips curled into a smirk, she forced herself out of the breathless haze she was caught in. She was only concerned because that was the normal human reaction; you see someone get hurt, you worry. Or you laugh. It wasn’t like she was—

Peter’s fist connected with 36’s cheek. She could hear the hard smack through the glass to Row C. 36 stumbled back on his skates but regained his balance. Before he could deal a blow, refs blowing hopelessly on their whistles swarmed the two, pulling them like two growling dogs. Once again, Peter looked up at her, making sure that she was still watching. When he smiled at her, she could see that his teeth were now coated in blood from the wound on his lip.

“Holy shit!” MJ was squealing, but her voice was lost on the girl next to her.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “Yeah, holy shit.”

Neither Peter nor 36 were let back on the ice for the rest of the game. A penalty was dealt to ESU, but any other punishment was still unknown. She watched the rest of the game on high alert, trying to stop her eyes from traveling to the penalty box where Peter was seated. It was hard to view him from her position, but she could see a shock of brown hair every once and a while.

When the game was over, ESU had won 8-7. The crowd roared as the buzzer sounded, and when MJ shot up, she joined her. Adrenaline shot through her as she watched the guys on the rink scream and nearly slam into each other. Her view, though, quickly adjusted to Peter as he fled the penalty box. He slid onto the ice with the same practiced ease he’d used during the game. She could see him say something to Zack as he grabbed him by the shoulders. When his eyes finally landed on her, her pulse thrummed in her ears. He knew she was watching him, and that’s just what he wanted her to do.

“Where y’headed?”

The sound of someone’s voice nearly made her throw her water bottle. She’d only just left Xavier Hall when she was accosted (or rather spoken to) by someone who seemed to appear out of nowhere. Her head whirled around to meet hazel eyes and a busted lip.

“Are you stalking me?” She spat out, her eyes wide.

“Stalking you? Oh, my God, no,” Peter laughed, wincing when his split lip tugged into a smile, “I used to do a little photography for the paper, I know where the meetings are.”

“Right,” she nodded, “But, like, how did you know I would be leaving right now?”

“Lucky guess?” He suggests, cocking his head in a boyish way. She narrowed her eyes, but before she could say anything, he was already speaking again; “Saw you at my game yesterday.”

“It technically wasn’t your game. It was the team’s game. Both teams’ game.” Her voice was pointed as she spoke. When she began walking down the stone pathway that led to a dining hall, Peter followed without question.

“But I was there,” he responded, “And so were you.”

“MJ didn’t want to miss it,” she dismissed his words.

“Oh, yeah, she and Harry are getting pretty serious,” he hummed.

“Mhm,” she replied. She didn’t want to look at him, really. Every time she did, her gaze was drawn to the nasty gash on his lips. Her eyes, however, decided to betray her. She studied it, the way it moved with him, the way it would inevitably split further each time he grinned.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Peter said, almost as if he was reading her mind. Her eyes shot up to meet his.

“Did you get kicked off the team or something?” She asked as if she didn’t already know the answer.

“Hell no,” he laughed, “Just a slap on the wrist. Couldn’t finish out the game, but you already knew that.”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, “I would’ve thought there would’ve been a little more.”

“I’ve never really gotten in a fight–and that wasn’t even a real fight,” he grinned

“So was that just you showing off or something?” Her brows creased.

“Something like that.”

They reached the entrance of the dining hall. Peter, in all his gangliness, was able to swipe his card before her and open the door. His smile just seemed to widen as she eyed him with a generous amount of suspicion.

“Thanks,” she said slowly as she stepped through the door.

“No problem,” he replied, “See you around, Kitty.”

“You can’t call me—”

He was gone before she could finish her sentence. The door fell shut in his absence, and she watched him walk away through the glass. He carried on down the pathway with his hands shoved into his pockets. A groan slipped from her lips when she realized that she was just staring at him. Her body moved into the dining hall, but her mind wandered (unwillingly) to Peter. He was annoying, and cocky, and smiled way too much for someone with a busted lip. Yet, the main thing stuck in her head was his hazel eyes and the way he watched her with them.

a/n — hey babes!! thanks for the love on this series so far. i’m not sure how long it’s gonna be, but i def have some plans, it’s def gonna get smutty at some point. anyways, hope you enjoyed!!

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fluffysucker · 5 months

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Battered and Bruising.

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU) Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader Part of the Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince. AKA Bucky and his princess ALL ONESHOTS CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

You received a distressing phone call.

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me.

Also I'm very bad at describing places. Please forgive me. Hope it's clear to picture.

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You couldn't sit still. You kept squirming and fuzzing in the taxi's seat. You were sure the driver was giving you dirty looks, afraid you would wear down the material of his vehicle. But you couldn't care. You were close to biting your nails off. You were so worried. Anxiety filling your body like the darkness of the sky at midnight. Tension running through your muscles and veins like water in oceans.

It was supposed to be a normal day. just like any other.

You woke up to the feeling of soft kisses on your neck and strong arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling you closer than you were already. Sweet words filling your ears with your boyfriend's sleepy voice.

You lived for mornings like this, which is why you wouldn't be able to recall the last time you woke up alone in bed. It was either your place or his. A drawer in each of your dressers is now officially dedicated to the other's stuff. Pieces of each of you were spread at each other's homes. Because you became each other's home. Bucky was itching to ask you to move in together, but he was waiting for the right time.

After the blissful morning you shared together at Bucky's place with breakfast and your joint getting-ready routine, you left to start the day. It was a big bonus that both of your workplaces were separated by a wall. It gave you both a lot more time to spend together. Not only did you get to arrive and leave together, but you also got the chance to sneak in and see each other whenever you liked. You were lucky.

The minute you stepped in, you had so many things to do. Customers were following your tail as you walked in. Your business was growing, and you could never complain. As the day carried on, you got busier and busier. However, that didn't stop you from checking the time every now and then, so you didn't miss it. You would be sad if you did.

So when it reached five o'clock, you were throwing your apron off and leaving the restaurant. Ten minutes wouldn't hurt anybody.

You opened the gym's door and greeted MJ, who will be taking on the receptionist role since Peter was going with them tonight. You reminded yourself to stop by and drop off some food for her in a couple of hours. Maybe even a dessert.

Once you walked into the main area, your eyes were scanning the place for the person you came for.

"He is the locker room." You turned around as you heard Sam's voice.

"We could have left an hour early, but he refused. I wonder why." The smirk on Sam's face was big. Of course, he knew why Bucky didn't want to leave earlier than he told you.

"Have a good day, Sam." You walked towards the locker room with a smile on your face.

Bucky and the others had their own locker rooms other than the ones for the regular gym attendees. It was the one in the very back. Bucky chose it for privacy reasons. And since you got together, he had been enjoying this choice more and more.

As you were about to knock on the door, it was opened by Steve, who was walking out. A smirk, just like Sam's, found its place on his face as he saw you. Both men enjoyed watching their best friend being so head over heels in love, who was making them all wait for you because he never wanted to see the somber look on your face like he saw it once when he left before you stopped by. Never again. Everything could wait for you.

Steve stepped aside, letting you get in, and closed the door to give you both the time you needed.

Your boyfriend had his back to you as he was zipping up his duffle bag. But your sugary perfume and the smell of hours of cooking made him turn around. He would never miss your unique scent. the one that put him at ease and soothed his being.

"Hey, princess." He started walking towards you, and you met in the middle.

"Hey, you." You wrapped your arms around his neck and reached up to give him a peck on the lips.

"All ready?" You asked, keeping your arms around him.

"Yeah. Did the final training. Had a shower. Got everything I needed. We are ready to go." His arms were around your waist now.

"You are going to be so great. You are always the best." You gave him another peck.

"Just want one last thing." You looked at him, ready to help with whatever he needed.

"My good luck." Bucky easily lifted you up of your feet, kissing you passionately.

This is your routine now. Whenever Bucky had a fight, you would show up and wish him good luck before he left. He hadn't lost one since.

You were happy with this routine. Bucky was still strongly against you ever watching him fight; while you disagreed, you knew it was his choice, and you respected that. So you enjoyed whatever he gave you.

In return, Bucky let you in more. He brought you to some of the team gatherings and hangouts. He wasn't surprised when your sweet self managed to win all his friends over. They loved you. Who could ever meet you and not love you? Bucky certainly wasn't the one to answer this. And you loved them. Your ability and capacity to love everyone didn't exclude the rough people he thought of as family.

While he refused to let you anywhere near the brutality he called a job, Bucky learned to compromise. So he started opening up. He started telling you about his days, fights, and sometimes opponents more. He knew you worried a lot about him and about the stuff he never shared. So he was trying to find common ground. And if wishing him good luck before every fight was going to put your mind in the littlest of ease, Bucky could do that.

And that was the last time you saw him for the day.

Bucky told you pits and pieces about his opponent today, but nothing much. All you knew was that Bucky was training hard, and he spent lots of late nights at the gym. Some nights, you would close your restaurant and then join him and watch as he trained. Any support you could provide him with, you weren't going to hesitate. even as little as keeping his company.

Your worry about his well-being during the fights was growing each time. It grew with your love for him. And you were madly in love with him.

You busied yourself in the kitchen, letting your emotions under control while you went from recipe to recipe and from dish to dish as you waited for Bucky's text.

Another thing Bucky picked up doing to help ease your nerves was texting you right after the fight. Usually, he would tell me that he was fine and what he was doing after. Whether he was staying and going to Nat's bar or coming back to you, You only joined them in the after-fight victory parties a number of times. Usually, only when the fights were easy. Because parties after big fights weren't just for the team. There would be lots of outsiders, other boxers, and teams. You knew Bucky wouldn't be comfortable if you were there.

So you waited for him. He preferred your place after these kinds of days. You would have a meal ready in the fridge for reheating. The bathroom would be filled with soap and water. Clean, silky-smooth sheets would be in place, covering the bed. everything to help him relax. And you checked on everything before you left for his place last night.

The only thing you had to do now was wait for his text.

But it never came. Instead, you received a very distressing phone call.

That was what led you to where you are right now. Your mind racing, your knuckles white around your bag, and your leg bouncing up and down in the backseat of the taxi.

Stark's property was huge. You couldn't miss it, even if you wanted to. It made sense why it would be so deep into the city. It took a very large space that only such locations offered. The street was all dark except for the neon lights with the name Stark above the entrance. Other than that, it was nearly black.

You were able to work out the figure standing under the lights right next to the entrance. He was pacing back and forth on the pavement. You paid the driver once he stopped as you got out of the cab.

"Peter, what is going on?" With quick steps, you were standing right in front of the young man.

"Is he okay?" The slight shake in your voice was obvious. The question had been haunting you ever since Peter called and didn't answer it the first time.

"Yes," Peter replied, already seeing the worry all over your face.

"Physically, at least." Peter continued. Because if Bucky was okay, why were you here?

Before you could ask any more questions, Peter led you in. The bouncers at the door let you in immediately as they saw Peter. The inside of the place was nothing like the outside. It was loud, bright, and full of people. There were small food trucks, side bars, merchandise stations, and everything. You could see different kinds of sports and entertainment exercises scattered all over the place, with people around. However, the main area of the property was occupied by a huge boxing ring. It had the most people around it. There are lots of people.

You couldn't inspect more of the place as Peter was rushing the both of you to the back area. It was very clear since you got in here that you didn't belong at all. Your choice of outfit and aura were making you stand out among the sea of people. Peter put his hand around the small of your back, respectively, to guide you through the place. He was trying to get you inside as fast as possible. He wasn't as intimidating as Bucky or some of the others. And if anything happened to you, even as little as a snarky comment, Peter couldn't imagine the wrath he would have to endure. To say Peter was panicking would be an understatement.

The breath of relief Peter let out as you entered the back area was audible. The back area was similar to the one in the gym but much larger and busier. Peter led you to the one room in the back, which you suspected was the largest in the place. He opened the door for you, and you had to close your eyes for a second from the contrast of the lightning. The back area was dimly lit, while the locker room was bright white. You got used to the lights, then looked around to find everybody in here.

As Peter walked you in, you could feel the high tension in the room. The first thing that caught your eye was bleeding Peter Quill and Thor. You didn't know Peter Quill that well; you only met him when you met the team and never passed the greetings stage, but you were more familiar and friendly with Thor. And the sight of both big men holding their noses to stop the bleeding, with bruises forming on their faces, was troubling. Lots of the others were trying to help them.

Only did you take your eyes away when Peter kept moving further into the room until you noticed the small room separated from the big one with a door. You found Sam and Bruce talking beside the door. Peter came to a stop when you reached both men.

"Thank God you are here." Sam spoke quickly as he laid eyes on you.

"Sam, what is going on?" Up to now, you had no idea why you were here. Peter rushed you in and then brought you here with no explanation. You could feel your nerves starting to burn from anxiety.

Before Sam could say anything, a sound of something breaking coming from behind the door rang through the place. You shared eye contact with Sam for seconds, and you started to form an idea about what was happening.

You stepped towards Sam, indicating that you wanted to get inside. Sam looked at you, and you gave him a nod to assure him, and he nodded back. Sam turned and knocked on the door.

You flinched, from surprise, as your boyfriend's angry voice echoed around, shouting that he didn't want to see anyone.

However, the door was unlocked, and Steve stood in the doorframe. You couldn't read the hard expression on his face. But his eyebrows softened slightly when he saw you.

The shouting from your boyfriend made everyone wince in their places. You stepped forward to take Sam's place and stood in front of Steve, determination in your eyes.

Steve signed before he moved aside to let you in, closing the door with the three of you.

The room was small. You thought maybe it was for medical purposes, if needed. But you didn't have the time or mind to pay any attention to your new surroundings.

Your boyfriend was sitting on a chair, his head in his hands, grabbing his hair tightly between his fingers, and his breath was short and angry. Brokrn stuff and objects were scattered all around the room.

"Bucky." You called for him softly to make your presence known.

His head shot up. His eyes were red, bruises were all over his face, and his breath got angrier.

"You called her?" His voice was quiet, but it was deep, hiding many emotions.

"You called my girl?" He stood up, keeping his eyes on Steve, not looking at you at all.

"You brought my girl here?" His breath was getting shorter, with every word coming out as a growl.

"Bucky.." You tried to speak and find the right words to say so it wouldn't escalate.

"You made her come here all by herself and walk in here?" He started walking towards you and Steve.

"YOU BROUGHT HER HERE TONIGHT." Bucky shouted, his angry voice ringing in the small room.

Out of instinct, Steve stepped forward to stand in front of Bucky, keeping you behind him.

That seemed to snap Bucky out of the spell he was in. His red eyes are now coated with hurt. His breath stopped for a moment. Frozen in his place, he couldn't help but think of it. Did Steve think he would hurt you? Did Steve think he needed to protect you from him? Did Steve think that even in this state, he would cause you any harm?

It felt like a knife driven deep into his heart. Betrayal from his best friend, who brought you here against all his wishes, and then thought you needed a shield to be in the same room with him.

But no, that wasn't why Steve did it. He didn't want you to see Bucky lose his temper like he did numerous times tonight. Steve couldn't remember whose idea it was to call you, but he could remember the collective agreement that approved of the suggestion. All aware of the effect you have on the boxer. So Steve expected, like the others, that once you walked in and his best friend saw you, all the insanity that was tonight would come to an end.

But Steve should have known better. Bringing you in here would only make Bucky madder, and you would get to see a version of your boyfriend that Bucky tried so hard to keep from you. Steve regretted agreeing to bring you here.

The tension in the room got thicker. The only sound was the heavy breathing of the three of you. You weren't able to see the look on Steve's face, but Bucky's expression was crystal clear.

"Steve, can you give us a minute?" You stepped away from behind Steve, so you could be in Bucky's eyesight.

Steve turned to you with an unsure look on his face, and you immediately rubbed his shoulder to assure him you knew what you were doing.

Steve nodded and left the room silently. Now, it was just the two of you.

While Bucky looked anywhere but you, his eyes moving all over the room, you finally got to look at him. He was in a pair of black sweatpants, his chest left bare, making all the bruises and cuts on his upper body exposed to your eyes.

You signed, your heart breaking at the sight of your boyfriend battered like this. But it wasn't his physical pain that you were only worried about.

Bucky's eyes finally moved to look at you as you put your bag on the nearest table and started to move around, looking for something.

Bucky was confused. He wanted to ask you what you were doing, but he couldn't find it in himself to talk to you. Too many emotions are tormenting him.

Your little, quiet squeals told him you found what you wanted. You moved towards him with the first-aid kit in hand.

You grabbed the closest chair and positioned it in front of the chair, which Bucky was previously sitting on, and pulled a small table closer as well, where you put the first aid kit and started to empty its contents.

"You will catch lots of infections if you don't get the wounds clean." You spoke when you noticed that Bucky was standing still in his place.

"And God knows you become a big baby when you get sick." You joked. You tried to lighten the mood. to tell him that you were here to help. You weren't judging him. You would never judge him.

And he heard you. So, he came and sat back in the chair in front of you. This time, he sat with his back straight so you could patch him up.

You sat in silence, but there was so much hanging in the air between you. You didn't want to push him. You knew he would start talking when he felt ready.

"Who called you?" And he did.

"Does it matter?" You didn't look at him, sticking to cleaning his wounds.

"To me, yes." He regretted raising his voice immediately, even when you didn't move.

"You shouldn't be here." He continued when he knew he wouldn't get an answer from you.

"But I am." You looked up at him.

"And I want to." Finally, your eyes have met since you got here.

"Don't you see it? the damage I'm capable of doing. the chaos I can create. the pain I put others through. The mess I am."

Today's game was cruel, to say the least. Bucky's opponent played dirty. So dirty, that wasn't against the rules. Because this was never mentioned in any rule book. Mental hits.

Bucky's opponent not only studied Bucky's style and techniques so well, but he did some research as well. So, he would be able to defeat Bucky's strength. And he did.

The second he knew Bucky was winning, he ran his mouth nonstop. He brought up stuff that should never again be brought into the ring. Family stuff. Bucky's life before boxing, the team and their families.

It was shocking. Bucky almost lost his footing once or twice. Was this allowed? Well, it wasn't prohibited. Bucky tried to keep his head straight and not focus on the words coming from the man in front of him. However, it was getting harder and harder as the man kept getting more personal.

Until his opponent mentioned your restaurant's name, Every little drop of blood in Bucky's body ran cold. The noise around him became an annoying ring in his ears. And the opponent took his chance and started landing his punches.

Bucky was trying to regain his composure, but the man's words and punches didn't stop. He was talking nonsense about your restaurant, but he made a mistake that he never estimated.

"I heard you got soft because of that place and wanted to know why. I will tell you what. I would go soft for an adorable thing like her. What a shame that you are the only one who gets to ruin her."

That was the nail in the man's coffin.

Bucky was unstoppable. A monster. a beast with no restraints. You weren't a subject to bring into such a rotten place, and that man was going to pay for even thinking you could be involved in this circus.

Bucky only stopped when he heard the whistle and the referee breaking them apart. Bucky knew that if he didn't stop, he would have to face a penalty of sorts. So he did. But the mental troll has already happened.

The team was taken aback by Bucky's actions once they got out of the lights. They saw him angry after fights before. But this was different. He had lost his mind, and he wasn't willing to talk or tell anybody what happened. And he was getting worse by the second that they had to lock him in the medical room so nobody more would get hurt. They had no clue what to do.

And desperate times call for desperate measures.

So here he was, shame and guilt eating him as you were, once again, showing him kindness he had never encountered before.

"I never wanted you to see that."

"I didn't want you to think that I could hurt you."

"Bucky.."

"I would never hurt you, I swear."

His voice got smaller with each word. It was why he never wanted you anywhere near this. so you wouldn't get scared and run away. So you wouldn't see what he looked like when he lost control. And today, he did, and you saw it.

The opponent's voice is still ringing in his ears. He was ruining you. Everyone could see it. You being here just proved it. Because if it hadn't been for him, you would have never stepped a foot in here. Maybe he was already hurting you.

"Bucky." Tears were starting to form in your eyes. You put the stuff down and put your hand on his cheek.

"You can never hurt me. Never."

It was painful to hear the person who became your source of safety and security, the one you relied on the most, think like this.

"The only person you are hurting is yourself, and I can't stand by and watch." It was time you told him the truth.

"You need to stop living these two versions of yourself. You need to stop hiding from me."

"I love you, Bucky. I love you more than I have loved anything in my life. I knew who you were when we met, and it didn't change anything. I still got to fall in love with you."

"Nothing you do is going to change that. I know you think that I won't be able to handle it, but I will, and I want to know. all of it. Everything."

"I don't want you to feel like you have to hide parts of yourself from me. like you have to be someone else. I love everything about you and everything that made you."

"I want you to be able to share stuff and talk about your day freely without thinking too much about it, without keeping parts that you think I won't like."

"I want to sit in the front row and cheer for my boyfriend as he beats people up. I want to get to brag about my strong man." That brought a small laugh from the both of you.

"Nothing is ever going to make me leave or hate you. Nothing. So whatever you think is going to drive me away, it won't. Never."

You meant every word you said. You didn't want to be in a one-sided relationship where Bucky felt like he couldn't be himself. No, you wanted to be his safe place. You wanted to be the person he came to, and poured his heart out. You wanted to take care of him. You wanted him to let you love him. all of him.

"I love you so much that I won't care if you turn out to be a secret assassin."

"You won't?"

"I will bring you the knives in the kitchens."

Bucky thought he couldn't fall in love with you more than he already was. But he was wrong.

Bucky could feel his eyes getting glassy. All his fears weren't real. You weren't going to run away and leave him. You wanted to do the thing he believed he could never have. You wanted to share his life with him. You were giving him something nobody ever allowed him. to be himself openly.

Bucky never thought he had good luck. It turned out he had all the good luck in you. And he couldn't be happier.

Bucky was glad they called you.

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olsenmyolsen · 4 months

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This Is Me Trying - Two - (A Y/N Parker Spider-Woman X Kate Bishop Story)

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Summary: The Hawkeyes and you seem to be on the same track...

Word Count: 3.5K

Content: College stress, Flirty Kate Bishop, Clint being a dad

"Kate Bishop! Your crush! Asked you that!? No way!" Ned, of course, couldn't believe it. But this was the same man who didn't realize he was going out with Betty Brant for two weeks

"What did you say after she asked?" MJ questioned when she looked up from behind her laptop on the couch.

"I said, "yeah!" and "that's awesome." Was that good?"

MJ shook her head. "Truly a wordsmith." Sarcastic as ever. MJ went back to her screen to basically ignore you and Ned.

"Well, anyways, congrats," Ned said, getting up from the dining room table where his and Peter's LEGO Death Star was kept. Why was it in your dorm and not there's you had no idea. But MJ helped from time to time, so you figured it was okay.

Ned and you walked into your room and closed the door.

"You know it's a good thing everyone knows you're gay, or else the amount of time we go to your room alone would be suspicious." You froze and thought about Ned's words. "Yeah, I guess... I wonder what MJ thinks we do?"

"I think Peter said we watch movies that she'd disapprove of."

That made sense. "Hmm, alright." You walked over to your bed and flopped onto it while you waited for Ned to do what he needed to do.

3...2...1. "Okay, got it." He said as your fingers formed into a 0. "Alright, what am I looking at?" Ned had pulled up security footage from a traffic light from three weeks ago.

"Okay, this was when that building on 10th in Hell's Kitchen burned down." Ned played the video, and it showed a group of guys in Tracksuits fleeing from the building as they piled into a black SUV moments prior to the building going up.

"Okay. So the Tracksuits are back.." You thought out loud as Ned moved his cursor to another video.

"This was from last week on 3rd in Harlem." The video played and was almost identical to the third one. Except the SUV and the plates on the car were different.

You stood in thought as the last video started. "This was last night."

You recognized the building immediately as you remember zipping past it last night. Just like the other two videos, it played out the same. When the video stopped, Ned looked at you.

"Okay, so as bad as their fashion choice is, they're not idiots. They have different cars and plates every time. Their faces are covered, and let me guess, if we follow the cars light by light, they end up at a chop shop?"

Ned nodded.

"So... it's gotta be the buildings." Ned tilted his head. "What do you mean? It's not the chop shops?" You shook your head. "Chop shops are easy to bust. It's like they want you to follow them there. The buildings. The ones they burn. That's the real money."

Ned looked from you to the screen.

"So you think these tracksuit guys are burning the buildings for insurance money?" You shook your head and entered your closet to change into your Spidey Suit.

Just because you're gay doesn't mean you want guy your friend Ned to see you.

"No, I think someone is hiring these guys to do it." You huffed as you remembered who had the tracksuit mafia in his pocket last time.

Wilson Fisk. The Kingpin.

He was a roach you could never squash just right.

If he owned the buildings, that means there was a lot more at play.

"Okay." You stepped out of the closet and quickly scarfed down a leftover slice of pizza Ned had. "Do you think you could find out who owns these buildings?" Ned nodded. "It's probably a bunch of shell companies, but I can do my best." You patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks, man." You hurried across your room and grabbed your mask.

"Oh, and when Peter comes over, could you maybe not tell him I went patrolling? Tell him I overheard something on the radio." Ned gave a flat smile.

Lying was not his strong suit.

"If you do, I'll-"

"Hey, Y/N, are you still in there?" You gave a panicked look to Ned before putting on your mask and twhiping away before MJ wildly opened the door.

She looked from the open window to Ned.

"Where's Y/N?"

"Uhhh..." Ned was really bad at lying. "She left..ago- a while ago!" He was in trouble. "Yeah?" MJ crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. "How come I didn't see her leave?"

Ned's brain scrambled.

"Blindness?" Ned said, making MJ stand up straighter. "I turn a blind eye to many things, Ned, but this won't be one of them." She uncrossed her arms and stretched her arm out to grab the door handle to the room. "By the way, nice camera footage, totally not suspicious at all." She thinned her eyes and hummed as she closed the door.

After swinging for what felt like a good enough distance away from campus, you stood on the roof of an old pizzeria.

Your phone chimed, and you had a text from Ned. "Did my best. Sorry. 😭😭😭"

You laughed and reassured him that he wouldn't be fired from his guy-in-the-chair duties.

"Keep me posted on the buildings." You sent your final text and put your phone away.

You then stared out into the boro you find yourself in. In the distance, you can see what remains of a shootout you helped rescue people from two months ago. You think about a girl you saved who said she wanted to be like you when she grew up.

Your heart warmed, and you told her to stay in school and that she'd be better than you.

Which was looking more and more accurate by the day as you leaped off the pizzeria, ignoring a text from your brother about the essay you still needed to do.

At the same time, Kate Bishop entered her dorm room, walking past her blonde roommate and fast friend Cassie Lang at her desk before Kate collapsed facedown onto her bed.

"What's wrong?" The slightly shorter of the two, Cassie, turned around and asked. "Tired." Kate's muffled voice spoke.

"How late were you out last night?" Cassie asked as she stood up, approaching her friend's bed. "Past 3," Kate said, making Cassie go wide-eyed. "Kate Bishop! The rule was 2:30 at the latest!"

Kate rolled over and lifted herself up. "I'm sorry." She pouted at her friend, who instantly pulled her into a comforting hug that turned into Kate leaning on Cassie's shoulder. "What else is wrong?" Cassie asked as she saw how exhausted Kate looked.

"Nothing," Kate said, but Cassie wasn't so sure. "Are you doing some overthinking?" Kate froze eventually before nodding. "What about?"

"Clint and the Tracksuits."

Kate spoke freely about her other life to Cassie.

Kate used to tell people openly about how she was working with an Avenger, but after what happened with her mom and Kingpin last year, she toned it down.

Now, the only people who know are Cassie, Pizza Dog, and a rouge assassin for hire. Plus, Clint and his family.

Cassie only found out when she woke up in the middle of the night to see Kate in her Hawkeye outfit on the floor.

Kate tripped, falling through the window, and busted her chin.

Kate wanted to tell more people like you. But as previously mentioned. She liked you and didn't want you to get hurt because of her.

So, she kept her Hawkeye circle small.

However, Kate couldn't get the idea out of her head... what if she told you?

"Kate?" Cassie poked the forehead of her dorm mate. "Where'd you go?" She asked.

Kate sat up and cracked her neck, ignoring the question. Cassie noticed as she raised her eyebrows and returned to her desk. Choosing schoolwork, Chemistry in particular, over prying answers from Kate.

"Do you think I should tell Y/N?" Kate spoke up and waited for Cassie to turn around. But she didn't.

"Cass?" Kate asked as she stepped off her bed and walked next to her friend. "Cass?" She asked again before realizing Cassie had put in her AirPods.

Cassie turned to her left and jumped, startled, before pulling them out. "Oh shit. What's up?!" Kate opened her mouth. "I..- nothing. I just was going to tell you that I.. wanted to.."

She couldn't do it.

"I wanted to invite Y/N to my archery practice!" Kate put on a smile and watched her friend's face light up.

"Oh my God, I love that! Please do it! Ugh, she's so pretty!" Cassie was happy for her friend finally doing something about her crush. "She is," Kate replied with a blush. "Think she'll show?" Kate then asked.

"Why wouldn't she?" Cassie tilted her head, entirely focused on the conversation.

Cassie and you had hung out briefly when your friend group and Kate's got together, but she has never witnessed how your superhero life affects you.

Kate shrugs. "Lately, Y/N has been... flaky isn't the right word.. but not here? I guess? She's always tired too. She bails on plans with her and Peter sometimes."

Cassie raised an eyebrow. "How do you know?"

"I've seen it at the library. Their study block is next to mine." Cassie nodded. "Plus, MJ's told me."

"Michelle Jones?" Cassie questions, making Kate nod. "She's roommates with Y/N, right?" Kate nods again. "Well, what does she think." Kate folds her lips into her mouth and raises her eyebrows.

"She thinks Y/N is The Spider."

Cassie's mouth drops before forming into a smile of laughter. "What?!" Kate nods with her own smile. "It's true. She's convinced."

Cassie laughs, making Kate giggle. "She took pictures of The Spider over a summer once. That doesn't mean she's THE Spider." Kate nodded as her smile naturally faded. "That would be funny," Kate said, making Cassie laugh again.

"Well, good luck with having your crush at practice tomorrow." Kate waved Cassie off as she went to the bathroom to shower and change. "Going out?" Cassie yelled through the closed bathroom door.

"Not till later. Why?" Kate replied as she took her top off. Her eyes finding a yellow bruise on her chest. "Looks like it's gonna snow."

And snow it did.

It started to come down after you stopped an armed robbery. Armed being used lightly as the men committing the crime were carrying toy guns.

Plus, the bank they chose to hit was a block down from a police station.

So, as you swung back up onto a nearby roof, snow hit your mask. You smiled and lifted up the mask to expose your mouth and nose. You inhaled and exhaled, watching your breath hang in the air.

The snow touched your face and melted against your warm pink cheeks.

It was cool and calming.

A few seconds of much-needed peace.

"I love snow." You whispered to yourself as the wind blew, making you shiver, but you remained now sitting on the roof with your smiling face to the darkened sky.

After enough time, you pulled out your phone.

"I should see if anyone needs any help." But before you could check the Friendly Neighborhood Spidey App, you were receiving a call from an unknown number.

"Ew, who calls anyone after 7?"

You weighed the options of answering it due to your fear of talking on the phone, but after three rings, you caved. "Hello?"

"Yes, hello, I'm calling for a Y/N Parker." The male voice on the other end sounded familiar.

"This is she." You said, standing up. "Ah, Y/N! Nice to put a voice to a list of your academic achievements." The male chuckled. "This is Dr. Otto Octavius." You physically stopped pacing and smiled. Holy crap! You were speaking to THE Dr. Octavius!

"Dr. Octavius! Hello! Wow, I can't believe you called. I take it Dr. Connors passed along... well, my life." You sent a small laugh Otto's way. "He did." He replied with a smile. "And I must say he was right; you're a bright student, Y/N."

You made a "yeah!" gesture with your arm.

"But-" Oh no! "I agree with Connors when he says you've been struggling. I can see just by looking at your grades and past reports that you're lazy. Brilliant but lazy."

"I- I'm trying to do better." You paved around the empty rooftop. "I've just had a lot of personal stuff happening lately."

The other side of the line went quiet.

"Parker, intelligence is not a privilege. It's a gift."

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, butDr. Octavius stopped you. Do you think you'll be free after the holidays?" You perked up at that and stood on your tiptoes.

Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

"Uh yes- yes sir! You'll have my undivided attention!"

Dr. Octavius hummed.

"On the second Monday after the new year, I'd like to speak with you face to face. From there, we can see how we'll proceed with one another. That's about a month away, Parker. That should give you time to get your other affairs in order."

You nodded your head. "Yes, sir. Thank you!"

"I'll email you the information and where to meet me two weeks from now. Happy Holidays."

The line went dead, and you cheered. You just got an interview with Dr. Otto Octavius. He called you lazy, but he also said you were brilliant!

You put your phone away and jumped off the roof of the building with an aloud cheer that you were certain people did not appreciate.

Meanwhile, Kate was unlocking the door to her aunt's place to meet up with Clint. What she wasn't expecting was for Clint to be there already.

"Trust me, I don't plan on missing two Christmas' in a row."

Clint was on the phone.

Kate quietly closed the door, dropped her bag, and quiver on the floor.

"Laura..." Clint sounded tired. "With Kingpin back, I'd feel awful if I left and something happened." Kate's lips formed into a flat line. "Yeah, no, she's great. Kicking ass on her own." Clint said and laughed when his wife replied back.

Kate tried to remain quiet, but a floorboard creaking under her left foot gave her away. Lucky's head shot up from Clint's lap, making the archer turn around. "Hey, babes, Hawkeye just arrived, so I gotta go. Yeah. Yeah. I'll be safe. Love you too."

Clint smiled before hanging up. "She says hi." Kate nodded and told Clint to tell Laura hi the next time they spoke.

Kate grabbed a spot on the loveseat next to the couch.

"I didn't hear you come in," Clint spoke up as he put his phone away. "Don't know if that's my old age or..." He tapped his ear. "Maybe I'm just getting better at sneaking around," Kate replied with a smile.

Clint nodded his head with a chuckle. Kate was saving him from embarrassment.

Clint was still struggling with his hearing loss.

"Yeah, well... maybe it's all three," Clint said as he looked away from Kate. His hand still petting the dog.

Something in the room always shifted when talks like these happened. It reminded the two archers that time and missions with one another were limited.

Clint couldn't do this forever.

He didn't want to do this forever. He had a family and a life outside of being Hawkeye.

But damn, if he wasn't going to miss someone, he considers family—an annoying girl who was somehow more skilled than him but clumsy as hell, Kate Bishop.

Clint kicked his tongue and scooted Lucky off his lap before getting up and grabbing a water from the ridge and a laptop from his bag. "While you were at school. I got a friend to do a little research."

Clint returned, sitting at the edge of the couch closest to Kate. He opened the laptop and clicked on a folder of files. Blueprints. Bank records. Phone calls and messages all popped up on the screen.

"A friend?" Kate asked with a knowing smirk.

Clint ignored her as he took a sip of water. Clicking on the map of the city. Certain buildings highlighted in red. Others in grey. "What am I looking at?"

"The red ones are the burned-down buildings." Kate took a look at the map again. "And the grey... Potential targets?" Clint nodded before clicking on another file. It was a picture taken by Clint last night. "This is a zoomed-in photo of the blueprint on the Tracksuits wall."

"Their next target?" Kate asked. "I think so. We find one of the grey buildings that matches this blueprint." He pointed to the screen. "We can stop them."

Stop them, hurt them, make them confess, give us the details and whereabouts of Wilson Fisk.

You know, that kind of stop them.

Kate looked at the screen again. She moved pieces of her hair behind her ears before leaning into the screen. "How do we know they'll target one of the grey ones?"

Clint moved the cursor on the screen and clicked on an open tab. Finical records. "The ones burned down and these ones." The ones highlighted grey. "Are all owned by different shell companies, but when you really start digging deep, you find that they all go to the same place. Red Lion National Bank."

"Kingpin," Kate said.

Clint nodded. "He owns them all."

"So what he uses these buildings as cash houses and then burns them down when they aren't needed?" Clint shrugged. "It's a working theory. I'm sure there's more involved than money." Kate agreed.

"This one looks like the blueprint. But... but so does this one." Kate said as she clicked between two different buildings.

"It's probably built by the same company that's why they're not so different." Clint thought. "We could go stake out one and see how much movement happens."

"Sounds good to me. Doesn't look that far away. I mean it's far but- you get what I mean." She flopped her hand at Clint.

He laughed.

"Alright well, let me go get changed and we'll be off." Clint stood up and clapped his hands. "Oh, I also already fed Lucky and took him out so no need to worry."

Pizza Dog perked his ears up.

"Awww did Uncle Clint already take care of you?" Kate turned on her baby voice as she leaned over to kiss and pet the dog. "You're such a good boy!" Lucky's tail started wagging. Clint playfully rolled his eyes as he walked to the bathroom.

As she waited Kate's mind started to wander.

"Alright, we just about ready?" Clint asked as he zipped up his vest and grabbed his bow. Kate stood up putting her phone into her pocket and nodded. "My stuff's by the door."

"Great." Clint and Kate made their way to the front door to finish gathering what they needed. "Oh, here." Clint tossed Kate a purple beanie.

She smiled and looked at Clint. "Occasion?"

"It's cold and snowing outside. Can't have you getting sick." Kate's heart warmed at that whether it was sarcastic or not. "Thanks. Where'd you get it?" She asked a she released her hair from its ponytail

"Stopped by my place in the city earlier. Found it in the closet."

What Clint failed to tell Kate is that the beanie wasn't store-bought.

It was handmade.

And before you ask. God, no Clint didn't spend hours crocheting a hat together.

Natasha Romanoff did.

"Looks better on you kid." Clint smiled as Kate dawned it with pride. "Hawkeye and Hawkeye. One with a beanie the other with a hearing aid!" Kate posed as if she was shooting an arrow and exaggerated her voice.

"Had to ruin it didn't you?" Clint teased as he opened the door.

"Bye, Lucky!" Clint waved to the dog before entering the hall. "Bye, Pizza Dog! Be good!" Kate flipped all but one light switched off and locked the door.

As the two archers made their trek to the location marked on Clint's phone he spoke up simply because he couldn't help himself.

"So... who were you texting earlier?"

Kate looked to her right confused. However, she knew what Clint was talking about. "Come on. Don't give me that look. I may be deaf at times but I'm never blind." Clint bumped into Kate as they kept waking. "Don't forget I'm also the father of a teenage daughter."

Kate had him there.

"A friend." She said. "Oh, a friend! Are they nice?" Kate nodded. "She's nice." Clint smiled. She. "Does she know about this?" Clint pointed to the arrows on Kate's back.

Kate shook her head. "She knows I do archery but that's it." Clint looked at Kate's side profile. "But you want to tell her?" Kate looked up. "How'd you know?"

Clint exhaled.

"Because Kate you like this friend of yours. You're young. Oh, and you're terrible at keeping secrets."

"Am not."

She was.

In Clint's eyes, it was a miracle the whole world didn't know the real identity of the "new" Hawkeye.

"Regardless, are you going to tell them?"

Kate shrugged. "I don't know."

Clint patted her shoulder. "That's alright." Kate smiled. "I invited her to my archery practice tomorrow and to study afterward. The text was about her coming over."

Clint raised his eyebrows. "Oh well as long as you're safe."

Kate furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head. But before she could reply her phone buzzed.

It was a text from you.

"Sounds great! 🎯"

You smiled as you hit send.

Your fingers remained tightly gripped around your phone as you twhiped yourself through an alleyway.

You thought about double-texting Kate. Asking her how she was or what she was doing. Or why the sudden invite to her archery practice?

Was it just for fun? The want to hang out with you? Or did Kate truly just want to show off her toned arms and skills with a bow?

Could it be all of the above?

You closed out your messages app before you could accidentally send a double text and focused on your tingling.

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goosetheluce · 9 months

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WAIT OKAY gwen stacy/fem!r smth smth seeing her band and like developing the BIGGEST crush on her from just watching her and bumping into her after the show and her asking u out 🤭🤭

Do I Know You? (Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader)

requested by @meredarling

warnings: mentions of underage drinking and drug use, crowded show, use of y/n, pet names, non-sexual flirting, fem reader

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Wherever the crowd went, you went. The mass of punks and curious outsiders swayed and undulated, creating one hive-minded motion that flowed into you. Your ears were under a constant assault of missed guitar notes and strangled screaming that was probably wrecking the vocalist's throat. You didn't care, though; the point of coming to these shitty basement shows filled with late teens and early 20s was to ignore everything outside.

So you stayed there, taking in the combo of sweat, sour fermentation of beer, and the sharp scent of weed.

Not my favorite.

Truthfully, you didn't care about any of these bands except for the final act.

"The Mary Janes," you read off the poster to your friend, Amy. It had been laying on the concrete sidewalk leading up to the academy. Your brain put together the familiar name. "Wait, like, Mary Jane Watson? From school?"

Amy shrugged. "Guess so. I had no idea she had a band." She sipped her coffee, the chilled air nipping at both of your fingertips. You raised your eyebrows and folded the poster, slipping it into your backpack.

"We gotta see this! Especially you, Ames," you teased, elbowing her gently in the arm. She pulled into herself a bit more.

"I can't tonight, but I think if I saw MJ Watson live, I'd faint and die happily on the ground," she whispered dramatically, a smile creeping across her face. "I wish she'd dump that douchebag guy, I'm literally sending out radio-clear signal that I'm into her."

"Lending her a pen and staring at her when she's not looking isn't radio-clear, but whatever you say," you sighed. Amy was hopeless.

"What? I think it's a great tactic. Anyway, we should get to class. We're gonna be late."

You nodded and zipped up your bag. You were buzzing with excitement when you hopped off the bus later that afternoon. You had a show to catch.

And here you were, taking a swig of your bottled cherry Pepsi, sweat beading on your hairline. Outside, the sky had bled into a deep indigo ink. The music stopped, and the vocalist's thrashed voice cracked into the mic, reiterating the band's name and stumbled off.

The lights dimmed a bit more. The house had been modified to have more resemblance to an actual venue. Impressive, you remarked to yourself.

It was silent for a few moments, the crowd whispering excitedly. You caught MJ's name here and there. You wondered to yourself how you never knew she had a band, because she was clearly popular in the scene. You recognized another name.

"MJ's vocals are great, but I'm telling you, the drummer is fucking amazing. Gwen Stacy or something. She goes to our school, too. I think she's a senior."

"Huh," you muttered out loud.

A line of girls suddenly streamed out from the other room where the bands got ready. MJ's flaming locks of hair bounced over her shoulders and she ran up onto the stage, grabbing the mic and breathing heavily into it. The other girls ran out behind her and settled into their positions. The lights fully dimmed this time.

"Give it up for Glory Grant!" MJ yelled into the microphone, pointing to a dark-skinned girl with locs on keys. She dragged her fingers across the board to produce a bright shriek of notes. The crowd hollered.

"Give it up for Betty Brant!" This time it was a pale brunette on bass. She plucked the thick strings with her pointer and middle fingers with a jazzy melody. You nodded to the beat. The crowd celebrated.

"Give it up for my best friend, Gwen Stacy, on drums!" This time MJ trotted to the back where the drumset was, putting her arm around the blonde.

"Play something, Gwen!" someone in the crowd suggested.

Gwen laughed into her microphone. "Sure, random stranger." You noted her smooth, relaxed voice.

As quick as lightning, she began pounding on the drums, the cymbals crashing deafeningly. The sequence was immaculate, filling the house with energizing ruckus. Her arms moved impossibly fast, and your heart began to beat faster. Was it the tempo, or was it the way Gwen smiled with adoration for her instrument?

The crowd began to jump around, and MJ sprinted back to the mic. "I would give it up for myself, but the band is literally called The Mary Janes."

"So, face it, Tiger, you're not leaving this fuckin' show till we burn the fuckin' place down!" She played a riff on her guitar to match the drums and the show started with a bang.

Amy would have loved the show, and so did you, but your eyes were trained on Gwen the whole time. The way you could tell she was panting and screaming along with the lyrics despite not technically being a backup vocalist; it was powerful. Her bleach-blonde hair danced along with her vigorous movement as her body sang with passion. Your eyes were wide with awe. You pushed your way to the front to watch.

Her eyebrow was pierced and the side of her head was shaved, adding more to her bold presentation. Her nails were cut all the way short, but still painted maroon. Her leather jacket framed her thinner hourglass figure wonderfully, and her somewhat worn turquoise converse stomped on the bass drum. She was a beautiful force of nature.

Disappointment coursed through you when you realized that the long pause at the end of the song actually just the end of the show.

"The place didn't burn down, but I don't have the money to pay for rebuilding anyway. Have a good fuckin' night, Queens, New York!"

The crowd whooped and started talking loudly at each other when the lights came back on. The girls left the stage, yet you felt unfulfilled. You wished desperately that you'd recognize Gwen in school the next Monday as you bought another cherry Pepsi.

As the rest of the concertgoers filtered out of the house, you looked around to find an excuse to stay. Without looking in front of yourself, you took a few steps forward and crashed into someone.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry-" you quickly apologized only to be cut short.

Holy shit. Gwen motherfucking Stacy is right in front of me.

The drummer smirked. "Careful there. What if I was some drunk asshole? Could've started a fight for yourself, there, babe."

Your cheeks lit on fire. "Yeah, no kidding," you laughed nervously. She's just a person, calm down. "That show was amazing, by the way. I'm (Y/N)."

Gwen tilted her head to the side, crossing her arms and smiling at you.

"Wait, do I know you? You're from school, right? I've seen you in the halls."

"Yup. I'm a senior," you confirmed. "That's actually why I came. Didn't know that Mary Jane had a band, never would have guessed." You took a second to think before making a move. "But I think I found someone even better."

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to your earlobe while whispering.

"You know, if it weren't for 97% of the population being straight or whatever, I think I'd ask you out right now," Gwen rasped into your ear. You felt her lips pull into a grin over your skin. "...(Y/N)," she finished, clearly trying to fluster you. It worked.

You let out a breath of air, pulling back to look at her. She was taller than you by a good half foot, and her fingers would probably be longer than yours by an inch. You found your words.

"Lucky for you, you don't have to worry about that. And definitely not after that performance," you assured charmingly. "So, are you gonna ask me?"

"I have to go help the band get their shit in the van, but..."

Gwen grabbed your palm and flipped it over to the top side. She pulled out a sharpie.

"Will this work, sweetheart?"

You nodded, pulse racing.

She went to work and wrote her number down on your hand. She left a message at the bottom.

call me xx -Gwen

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spiderlyla · 9 months

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Vanilla — Miguel O'Hara

🕸part 2 of the series Tensions

🕸 summery: It's getting really hard to ignore this tension now.

🕸 part 3 🙈

🕸a.n: sorry this is taking so long, but I guarantee you next part is the last one lol! I'm having so much fun with this. hope you enjoy. not proofread!

🕸 taglist (also tagging everyone who asked for part 2 on the first part): @general-dweebous , @mamu-writes , @makislittleslut , @liz96893 , @scaleniusrm .

Miguel was one of the first people to get to the lake house Jess and her husband were throwing the party at. He congratulated them for having their baby, told Jess she could have a maternity leave if she'd like, and he briefly held the baby in his arms before standing aside under the shade of a big oak tree by the lake.

The water glimmered underneath the summer sun, Jess's universe had really good weather, but Miguel didn't really enjoy the outdoors that much, not anymore anyway. He sipped his sangria, the taste of the cold red wine mixed with various fruits cooled his body down a little, as he scanned the area.

Peter B. who brought MJ, was currently introducing Mayday to the baby. Hobie, Pavitr and Gwen were —like many others— on a boat in the lake, blasting that god awful noise they call music. Other varients were on other boats, or simply talking while munching on snacks from the table set up inside the lake house. He saw nearly everyone, but he hadn't seen you. Running late as usual, he thought to himself, putting the glass he held to his lips.

His eyes lazily turned to look back at the entrance, and he felt the liquid get stuck in his throat.

You had just arrived, wearing a short summer dress, holding a beige hat in one hand, a big gift back in the other. His eyes trailed on you as you walked over to Jess, excitedly congratulating her and shaking her husband's hand. You gave them their gift, and while Jess' husband put it next to the other various gifts they'd received, Jessica was trying to let you hold the baby. He stood transfixed, watching you nervously refuse at first, then slowly be coaxed into it.

The sight of you in that dress, with that tiny bundle in your arms made his eyes widen underneath his sunglasses. It was mesmerising, you looked natural, cradling the baby, handling him with extreme delicacy. Your eyes were soft, your gaze on him was that of admiration. Miguel's hand tightened around the glass, almost breaking it. His entire face felt warm, and a very instinctive feeling filled his chest.

"She'd be a good mother, huh?" LYLA's voice pulled him from his trance. She was sitting on his shoulder, sipping on some virtual juice. Miguel rolled his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I guess." He glanced back at you, you'd given Jess her baby back, and were now throwing Mayday up in the air, the little girl's laughter and yours filling the air. Miguel looked away, biting the inside of his cheek.

"I don't get you, y'know?" LYLA sighed, "You obviously lo—"

"I'm not doing this with you now, LYLA."

"Hey, you programmed me to call you out sometimes, don't hate the messenger!"

"That is not the phras—"

"What's wrong with your face?"

LYLA zipped out of sight as fast as light, and Miguel turned around from looking at the tree, to see that you were standing beside him. A smell filled his nostrils, one that was different than your usual perfume. "Other than...the usual scowling and brooding thing you got going on?" You tilted your head at him ever so slightly, your dress billowing from the air.

"What is that suppose to mean?" That smell was making him light headed. It was sweet, like something you'd smell at a bakery, but he was unsure what it was. His eyes dropped to your exposed neck and collar bones, he'd never seen you in something like this before. "You're red, like you got a heatstroke or something." Cinnamon? Was it that? No, it didn't have that peppery smell.

Miguel grit on his teeth, he shouldn't be feeling like this. Disoriented and flushed, just because he saw you hold a child and wear a pretty dress.

"Nothing is wrong with me."

"I think alot is wrong with you, actually, but on that list, your face is the least of our concerns—"

"Are you calling me handsome?"

Now you were the one who's flushed, looking away with that stupidly adorable embaressed look on your face. "You just hear whatever pleases you, huh?" You rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest. "You're the one who walked over just to insult me. Forgive me for trying to look at it in a more positive light."

"I wasn't insulting you—" Your scoffs and little disgruntled noises made Miguel bite a little harder on his cheek, he liked irritating you, and he forgets exactly when he started doing it just to admire how pretty your lips looked while you were pouting up at him, or how your brows furrowed tightly together, forming those little wrinkles on your forehead. "Oh, you weren't?"

"Just a little. But I was concerned, mostly."

"Concerned?"

"Yeah, who would ensure that the..." Your voice suddenly got a little deeper, mocking him. "...'fate of the multiverse' is safe if you get a heatstroke and drop dead?"

"It takes more than just a heatstroke to kill me, you know that."

You giggled, and for the second time today, Miguel's stomach fluttered. You've rarely laughed at anything he said, and they were mostly sarcastic chuckles. Miguel let his facade slip for just a moment, his eyes softening at the sound erupting out of you.

"Wish it was that easy, really." You smiled up at him, "You don't mean that." He smiled back.

"I guess I don't."

The silence between the two of you extended for a bit, your bodies were rather close to each other, if you moved a little closer you'd bump into his chest. Miguel felt dizzy from that unknown smell he'd gotten a whiff off, and he still couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was, which was odd considering he had an acute sense of smell from his powers.

Miguel opened his mouth to speak, to ask you if you were done staring just to tease you, but it didn't help that he was staring too.

"Howdy, boss."

Miguel liked Patrick. Alot, really. He was one of the most competent people he'd ever recruited. One of their best, even.

But right now, he wasn't feeling really fond of him.

"How-dy." Miguel replied dryly, eye twitching. Patrick turned to you, a smile on his face. "Hey."

"Hey, I was wondering when you'd show up." You smacked his chest, a grin on your face. An undescribable anger clawed at Miguel's chest.

"Yeah, some stuff happened with Widow back home. Had to make sure she was fine." You frowned, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in support. "Hope she's okay, give her an apple for me when you go back, okay?"

Miguel gripped his drink and took a queit sip, mumbling a 'Hope she feels better soon.' to Patrick. The cowboy varient nodded, now returning his gaze towards you. He tipped his hat, towards the lake, then he extended his arm. "You wanna go for a boat ride? I rowed a few boats back in my universe, so I won't drown us." You linked your arm with his, "Let's go then."

"Ay, por favor, just do me a favour and flip that boat over, Patrick."

"I wouldn't dare, sorry, boss."

"Oh, you love me so much, don't you, Miguel?"

That wasn't entirely wrong.

You laughed, rolling your eyes while walking past him. He got a whiff of that sweet scent again, and his free hand balled up into a fist and he looked away, clenching his jaw. It was so good, he couldn't get enough of it. Ever since you arrived you've been driving him mad, and not in the way he expected you would.

"¿Qué me pasa?" He mumbled, rubbing his chest, watching as Patrick helped you onto the boat. That smile on your face and the sound of your childish laughter, that sweet perfume of yours and that short dress that made him feel ashamed of the sinful thoughts he was having, his thoughts were consumed by you.

[What is wrong with me?]

Jesus Christ, what kind of sadistic prank were you pulling on him to make him feel this way?

After standing under the shade for a few minutes, observing you and Patrick and grabbing five more sangria's just to put out that burning feeling in his core, he moved towards the lake to watch the boats. Patrick and you were making your way back after winning the boat race against Gwen and Hobie, wide grins on both your faces.

"Miguel, did you see that?" Patrick chuckled at your excitement, Miguel just hummed in reply, nodding. "I can't believe we won! That was so much fun."

"You were against Gwen and Hobie. I don't think there was much of a competition."

"Jeez, lighten up and indulge me for once. Patrick and I make a pretty good team, right?"

That goddamn phrase again. Patrick and I this, Patrick and I that.

"Right." Miguel spoke through grit teeth. Patrick made his way off the boat, going to tie the rope to the nearby platform. You stood up and looked at Miguel, extending your hand. "Be a gentleman for once and help me, will you?" He grumbled underneath his breath, but nevertheless he extended his hand to help you out.

Then he felt again. That same electrifying spark the two of you felt in the office.

He pulled away but it was too late, the two of you toppled over one another, falling into the cold water of the lake. Miguel's hand swished in the water, his arm finding your waist and wrapping around it. He swam up to the surface while holding you, taking in loud breath once the air filled his nostrils. You were coughing pretty badly, your hair falling onto your face. "Hey, are you okay?" His free hand pushed the wet strands out of your vision, tucking them behind your ear.

Your eyes fluttered, your noses touched. Miguel's grip was strong and firm around your waist, and his lips looked soft. So soft. If you could just..

Your lips brushed against his, and he let out a hesitant breath, tilting his head and brushing his lips against yours.

A few people came running over, concern obvious on their faces. The two of you pulled away from each other. "I'm—I'm fine—"

"I'm so sorry, the rope wrapped around your ankle while I was tying it." Patrick moved closer and Miguel's hand squeezed your side, before he moved you towards him, begrudgingly letting him help you out of the water. Jessica had hurried to grab towels and was now wrapping one around your shoulders. Most of them were frantically asking you if you were okay, but you were just staring at Miguel, lips parted slightly, cheeks red.

He held your gaze, then moved towards the platform, grabbing onto the wood and pulling himself out the water. His -now semi transparent- white t-shirt stuck to his body, his muscles on full display. His hair flopped forward, his dampened curls falling onto his forehead before he pushed them back with one hand.

Your gaze on him remained, admiring as he angrily took his shirt off, the water droplets and sunlight shimmering across his tanned skin. He wrapped the towel he'd been handed around himself, his eyes never leaving yours for a moment.

The two of you made your way back to the lake house to grab a change of clothes, an awkward silence befalling you.

The feeling of his arm around your waist lingered, the sight of his wet, bare chest was engraved in your mind, and that...whatever that was. You couldn't look him in the face. "Uh, thank you, for—"

"Vanilla."

You glanced up at Miguel. He was not looking at you.

"What?" Your soft tone made his grip tighten around the towel.

"Your new perfume." He continued, "It smells like vanilla."

"Oh, yeah actually—"

"Don't wear it again." He looked back at you now, and you realised why he wasn't doing it earlier.

Cheeks flushed, mouth curled upwards into the tiniest smile, and crimson eyes swirling with something you recognised all too well.

"Please."

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beautifulbuckys · 2 years

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Perfume Allergy (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Reader makes an unlikely friend on her flight to Italy.

Warnings: I believe a little swearing, talks of planes and such.

A/N: I came up with this story on a plane! It was a blast to write and I’m honestly really proud of it. I hope you enjoy!

You always found flying in an airplane to be an odd experience. A set amount of people, usually around 100 plus, were all leaving a certain destination to get to another destination; on the same time, on the same day. All hundred of those people board a thin metal tube that’ll fly at over 30,000 miles in the sky at around 500 miles per hour. If you were to ask these people why they’re going to their final destination; you’d get varied answers. Work, visiting family, college, going to a sports game.

Which leads you to now. If you’d been told this morning that you’d be witnessing a near allergic reaction freakout on your flight to Venice, you’d laugh. However, you can’t laugh now. There was a whole fiasco going on in the main cabin of the large plane.

“You said Peter has a perfume allergy?” A tall, bearded man in a tan golfers cap asked. “I’ll tell you from experience, perfume allergies are no joke. I can feel hives breaking out already,” The man stood up from his middle-row seat. A boy 2 rows up, sporting a zip-up dark blue hoodie also stood up. His expression was one of shock and disappointment, staring at another boy deeply. His brown hair was gelled neatly to the sides, creating a simple hairstyle.

The tall man commanded a few passengers, asking a pretty girl named MJ to stand up, and telling a boy named Ned to sit in her spot. The brown-haired, blue sweatshirt boy was staring at sat down. That’s Ned. Noted. The bearded man spun around the narrow aisle, pointing around other people to other seats.

“Ned, thank you for bringing this to my attention. Your safety is my responsibility,” The man said. He also muttered something under his breath, but you couldn’t quite make it out.

Once all the commotion ended, who you learned to be Peter and Mr. Harrington sat down in the row in front of you. Peter softly thanked the man for saving him and awkwardly shuffled to his seat. It was a funny situation. Mr. Harrington was right, perfume allergies were definitely no joke.

“Did I tell you about how my wife pretended to blip out? Turns out she ran off with a guy in her hiking group; we had a fake funeral for her and everything. Well, the funeral was real. I thought she was really dead. Do you wanna see the video?” Mr. Harrington rambled. You felt for Peter. He was publicly embarrassed by his friend for having a simple allergy. Now he’s stuck sitting next to his chatty teacher who makes strange comments. You chuckle, partly because of the hilarity of the teacher’s comment. The other part was due to the fact that Peter was going to be subjected to this for the next 9 hours. “Oh! You have a dual headphone adapter. Here, we can watch it together!”

Oof. This was going to be a long flight.

You didn’t think of the idea until an hour into the flight. This plane ride was international, meaning, obviously, you had access to the tablet screens hooked up to your seat. Most airlines carry a feature where you can chat with seatmates or other passengers on the plane. If you’re not mistaken, maybe you can make a new friend?

You bit your thumb as you scroll through all the computer features. The small screen carried almost everything. Hit new movies, streaming and live TV shows, cute little games, and more. After scrolling for a while, you found the ‘chat’ option.

A green welcome screen appeared before you. It requested you type in your desired chat buddy’s seat number. Well, he’s directly a row in front of you. If you are row 24, he’s row 23. After counting seat positions in your head, Peter should be 23F. Carefully, you type the seat number in; it alarmed you the passenger has been invited.

It took a long minute before Peter accepted.

23F: Hello?

24F: Hi…is this perfume allergy Peter?

Despite the loud roaring of the airplane engines, you heard a close groan. This frustrated reaction causes a slight chuckle to escape your lips. Hopefully, you thought, he didn’t hear this and wouldn’t immediately hate you.

23F: Ugh, you heard that?

24F: Loud and clear. Don’t worry though, I thought it was funny. Definitely not as embarrassing as you thought. That 16-year-old getting caught with the drink was far funnier.

Typing these long sentences on the small screen was rather difficult. It wasn’t the most efficient way to communicate. The small tiles on the keyboard could only do so much when you are trying to type fast. Your tapping was louder than the groan Peter let out moments before. Maybe he’ll be curious about the noise and look behind him to find you? You can't deny, that when you saw the boy stand up you found him attractive. His face had sharp features, and you couldn’t help but notice the muscle tone that shone through his flannel and sweatshirt.

23F: Would it be embarrassing to admit I know him?

You pause. Wait…was that kid also on this weird field trip Peter was going on? Must be a senior trip or something.

24F: Not as embarrassing as having the name Perfume Allergy Peter. Is this a school trip?

There was a slight pause in Peter’s responses. You’d imagined he also was having the same typing struggle you were. You heard some rustling in front of you. From the small crack between the seats, it had been Mr. Harrington. You could hear the soft snores coming from his open mouth. Jeez, he could catch flies with that thing.

23F: Harhar. Yeah, science trip. Most of my class is here.

The more you and Peter talked, you both learned about each other. Peter had an Aunt named May that he trusted with his life. He learned you were in Venice on a short vacation. Despite being a teenager, your parents trusted you immensely. So they bought your tickets and reserved the hotel. Peter had a best friend Ned, who was the boy he was sitting next to before he got up. He also didn’t have a perfume allergy. He fessed up on trying to sit next to a girl. You found it corny, but oddly charming.

You cracked a smile. As you attempted to type your reply, the screen froze up. A small alert came up reading ‘Announcement In Progress…’. Rolling your eyes, you tried your best to listen.

“Attention passengers. We have officially reached our cruising altitude of 30,000 feet. You are now able to use the in-seat power outlets located at the bottom of your seats as well as the bottom of the in-seat TV tabled located in front of you. Shortly, our flight attendants will be roaming the cabin with drink carts where you get a complimentary drink and snack. About halfway through our flight, you will be provided with a complimentary meal. To see the menu, you can find it on your TV screen under the ‘food menu’ option. Now, please sit back and enjoy our flight to Venice,” A friendly feminine voice came over the PA within the plane. Some jolted awake, while others were still completely passed out. That counted Mr. Harrington.

He shared more about the alcohol boy, who he called Flash. Peter told the story about how he once crashed the boy’s car. However, he left a lot of holes in the story. When you asked why he had it, he told some patchy story about being a part-time valet.

23F: You never told me your name.

24F: I’m a woman of mystery.

You’d caught Peter trying to turn around in his seat a few times. You knew he caught glimpses of you because you caught glimpses of him. Now that you’re closer in proximity to him, you saw more details. His left eyebrow had a bit of disturbance in it. He also had a small scar on his left cheek, close to the cheekbone. He was gorgeous. You couldn't deny it. Even on a travel day where he’ll be jet lagged and sweaty once the ride is done, he still looked amazing. You felt a little awkward in your baggy sweatshirt and yoga pants now.

23F: Wanna play 20 questions?

You chuckled. If you had a dollar for every time you’d heard that question in your teenage years; you’d be a quadrillionare. Sure, that’s not a real number. Which further encapsulates your dramatic point.

24F: Ick, is that your way of asking if I’m a virgin?

A hand appeared, dangling over your screen. It was Peter’s. He was flipping you off.

23F: I just wanted to know your favorite color :(

A tap on the shoulder made you jump. Your seatmate, a sweet older lady, was trying to get your attention. Slowly, she pointed towards the aisle on your left. You looked up from the screen, seeing a taller male flight attendant with a chunky grey cart. He smiled at you, motioning towards the cart.

“Anything for you, ma’am?” His kind smile caused you to smile as a reaction. His hair was red, funnily resembling someone from the Weasley family in Harry Potter. He wore a goofy-looking dark blue suit. In all honesty, it looked a bit large on him.

Your smile never faded, “Water, please.”

After you’d received the hilariously miniature cup, you saw another message pop up from Peter on your tablet. You’d set the plastic on your small table, placing it in the designated dip for cups that it offered.

23F: Gee, Smiley McGee over there. You’d think he had a six-pack under that suit or something.

24: Someone’s mad they don’t have a 6 pack under their flannel.

Suddenly, you hear more rustling and movement ahead of you. You peek through the crack; Peter’s teacher was still. His mouth was still wide open, and there was a slight snore. A seatbelt unbuckled and now someone is towering in front of you. Peter’s hands were dangling over your screen, leaning his entire body weight on the back of his seat.

“What if I did?” Peter questioned, playfully raising an eyebrow.

You humorously frowned, “What happened to the shy Peter I witnessed at the beginning of the flight? The one that had to be defended by a pretty girl? The one with the perfume allergy? Yeah, I miss him.”

He rolled his dark caramel-colored eyes.

“I think this is the part where you say ‘I have proof’ and you lift your shirt and boom, there are six-pack abs. And then I get all shocked and flustered because I didn’t expect you to be telling the truth. Then, we exchange numbers, get married, and live happily ever after. Just like in all the cheesy romantic comedies from the 90s. Foolproof plan!”

Peter laughed, shuffling around on his knees to get in a more comfortable position. “You’re a crazy lady. At least buy me dinner first.”

“Already did.”

“But it’s complimentary?”

You laughed, “I was hoping you didn’t hear that.”

Peter chuckled with you. For the past 5 hours, you’d been speaking to this boy. He knew your whole story. If you were a story, he was the best friend who knew your true origin. Considering the Avengers and stuff, maybe you secretly were a superhero. Or Peter? Nah. Who are you kidding? That kind of stuff doesn’t happen to teenagers flying out of JFK International Airport.

“Well…maybe you could make it up to me by possibly giving me a special 10-digit number?” The brunette suggested, raising his left eyebrow up and down.

You hold your hand up to your ear. You also squinted your eyes, really trying to fake not being able to hear him. “I’m sorry, Peter. The engines are too loud. I’m having a really hard time hearing you. Can you repeat yourself?”

“I want your phone number.”

“At least by me dinner first.” You smirked.

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hanasnx · 10 months

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BROOO insomniac spider-man is sooo fucking hot I’m glad you feel the same. What really gets me is his voiceeee😩😩 my god

And his whole personality,,, he sooo teases his partner and loves flustering them wether be whispering in your ear while barely moving inside you, making you say what you want even if it embarrasses you. You can just feel him smirk against your neck, right under your ear. His hot breath fanning over you as he quietly laughs, Even then he would still find a way to tease you more

Maybe, he teases you while in the suit🤭 perhaps on patrol he runs into you, or even on call he’d find a way to fluster you. I don’t think he’d be opposed to quickys (quickies??) on the job either, he’s a very busy man after all, but he’s make sure to dick you down right🤭🤭

he is so fine in that tight ass suit, deffo has a monster cock and would learn how to use it right

no anon youre so right on his voice. yuri lowenthal was made to voice insomniac spider-man. he said something dirty once in game when talking to mj and i wish i could remember what it was but i remember how it echoed in my brain for hours

one thing about peter is his swift tongue. it’s not just good for quips and tearing down his opponents confidence, but it’s good for sweet talking you, teasing you, dirty talk. ppl may disagree with me but i think peter is capable of some hot dirty talk. it’s probably one of his favorite things, right next to the times you manage to make the mouth on him speechless.

he’s kind of a closet top— like don’t get me wrong he’s definitely a switch, but i think people would be surprised to hear he likes being in charge once in a while. and how good he takes control when he really wants it. there are times where you both are in the mood to boss the other around, and peter’s the first to tell you to “earn it.” good luck pinning him down when he can overpower you in his sleep. bench press a thousand times your body weight.

the suit… the suit.. the game devs knew what they were doing with that one. it’s the only suit i wear when i play because of how fucking good it looks. the white accents. the fit. the way it looks when he creeps like a literal spider. i’m so fucking dizzy.

answering your ft while he’s zipping through new york. “hey, hon, what’s up?” glancing between the screen and forwards. he regards your sultry look, and makes a joke. “yeah, yeah, i know i shouldn’t call and swing. how ‘bout you let me off with a warning?”

running into you on purpose because he knows what it does to you. quickies on the job are definitely an occurrence, and he often plays it like “oh.. but i really should get back.. they’ll need me any minute..” but he wants you just as bad as you want him. finds a secluded spot in the city,,, maybe even a rooftop under the moonlight. picks you up to swing you there.

pulling the suit down just enough to fit himself inside, covered everywhere else, wearing the mask which you insist on gazing into the visor of. something about fucking the spider-man really gets you off.

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shayyprasad · 4 months

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advice from one who can't take their own | peter parker

summary: you're rather good at giving out love advice, just not as good at taking it.

peter had been so weird lately. as if he was hiding something from her, one big secret. no, not spiderman. y/n already knew that. it's not like she'd walked into him wearing boxers and holding his suit.

good times.

this was different and she could tell. but y/n had a plan. a well-ish formulated plan. they had study sessions every week, always on wednesdays, the same day she would find out what that cheeky bastard was hiding.

y/n stuffed her bag with her school notebooks, and dumping whatever else was in her locker in there. zipping it up, she saw peter in the corner of her eye and walked over to him, picking her words out carefully.

"hi, pete. we're still up for today at yours, right? you, mj, ned, and i?"

he turned around to face you rather quickly, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he searched for words. it was like he'd forgotten all the english he'd spent 17 years of his life learning.

"um, uh, yes, yeah. totally up. like, so freaking up. i-in the sky and... mhm," he cringed so hard at his word choice and she furrowed her brows together.

this was the weird she had been talking about.

"...okay. you good? you seem kinda, uh... never mind. see you then." she hadn't even bothered to further address it, turning on her heels and leaving the school. oh, well. y/n would figure it out in about 2 hours and 12 minutes exactly. (she was rather looking forward to finding out.)

peter let out a breath he hadn't known he was even holding as he slammed his locker shut and rested his forehead against it. why was he so terrible at this? why hadn't she caught on yet? wasn't he being so blatantly obvious about it?

mj and ned had figured it out fast. ned, for god sakes could put two and two together, so why couldn't y/n? it was save him so much time. and embarrassment. so much embarrassment. peter groaned in frustration as he headed back to his place, walking excruciatingly slowly on purpose.

maybe he could come up with some last minute excuse for spider-man or something. peter knew she'd understand.

no, he told himself, i'm not chickening out. it's cool. i'm cool. ice cool.

he could be chill about this, he had to. after all, it's not like their friendship was riding on this.

when he got home, he barely mumbled a "hi" to aunt may and went to go sulk in his room. this boy was so sure that she didn't like him back, but sooner or later, y/n would find out, and he'd rather it be from him than anyone else.

if he could be spider-man, swinging around the city in a skintight suit, why couldn't he confess to his school-boy crush.

except it wasn't a crush.

he was in love, and at least he could admit that to himself.

peter trudged over to his desking, deciding he could use a distraction. he pulled out his notebook, only used for blueprints and other spidermanly stuff, and started on a new web cartridge design. only gods know how long he sat there for, and whether or not his butt was sore by then.

"hey."

peter yelped, snapping his neck towards the door, pausing momentarily as he got a weird sense of deja-vu.

just ned.

"dude, what are you doing here already," he glanced at the time, "you know we've got practically an hour, right?"

"12 minutes," peter's eyes widened, as he didn't realize that much time had passed. "but technicalities aside, i didn't really have anything better to do, so i thought 'might as well live up to the title of guy in the chair.' also, why'd you shriek like that? don't you have your peter tingle, or whatever?"

"what? what do you mean, shriek? i don't shriek!"

"that was a shriek. very high-pitched, bro. i don't think my cousin could even hit that note... and she's a 9 year-old girl," ned snickered.

"okay, well," scoffed peter, very offended by ned's claim, "my yell was manly. and second, it's not. my. peter. tingle! spidey-senses, man! i can't have peter tingle catching on! it's not badass!"

"but leprechauning around the city in tights is?" mj asked.

"jeezus, mj. just say hello like a normal person," peter sighed.

"how come you didn't shriek when she walked in?" ned narrowed his eyes at the brunet.

"because i knew she was there!"

"wait, peter shieks?" mj piped in.

"yes, i- i mean, no! not the point! it's cause my senses only detect threats, moron!"

"so i'm a threat, now?" she rose an eyebrow.

"well... you can be scary," the wallcrawler admitted.

ned insisted, "i can be scary, too!"

"...sure," mj shrugged. "look, you're one of my best friends and all peter, but watching you dance around y/n is getting boring. just ask her out already," he practically got whiplash from that subject change.

"no!"

"why?"

"because i- i can't!"

"but you like her? and she likes you back?"

"who likes who?" the h/c colored hair girl asked, just walking in.

"uh," peter hesitated, if he said his own name then she would think he wasn't interested. so that left but one option.

"ned does! like someone, i mean," peter stammered out.

"oh. you do? does she know? wait, wait, who is it?"

"yeah, peter, who is it?" ned hissed.

mj snickered, getting ready to watch the chaos unravel.

"he doesn't wanna tell, e-embarrassed, i guess. and he hasn't told her yet... because... he's afraid she'll reject him," peter replied.

"aw, ned," y/n reassured him.

"yeah, and he really, really likes this girl. he loves her, honestly. it- it's like, um, now that he's met her, he knows where he belongs, 'cause she's a part of him. when i- he sees her, it's as if space and time became the finest point imaginable, as if time collapsed into one tiny speck and exploded at light speed.

"it's as if his universe begins and ends with her. he could run forever, search forever, but in the end, every path leads right back to her. it's like she lights up everything, j-just wherever she goes. like, she's beauty. she's happiness. she's love. all these wonderful emotions curdled up into this ball inside of him, waiting to burst, because- because he loves her," he finished, bright red and out of breath.

maybe he could be a poet, if nothing else.

y/n was bewildered. and so confused. he had this look in his eyes, unlike anything she'd seen before. like he really wanted something, urging to get it. there was purity in his eyes, a wholesomeness that makes her shiver with emotion. it felt like he was talking to her in that moment. like no one else existed.

just them. in their own walls, constricted and laced with contentment and something else.

"well," she said quietly, getting over her shock, "if he can repeat those words to his mystery girl, then he's got this in the bag."

"but what if i- he messes up? and their friendship gets ruined?"

"it's worth it. he deserves to tell her that, and she deserves to hear it. and if she doesn't feel the same, don't bother. she isn't the one."

they were so close together, inches away from their lips meeting, so lost in each other, they didn't notice mj drag ned out by his ear.

"and if i was the one who said that to you? would i- would i have this in the bag?"

y/n nodded slowly, gathering her newfound courage to kiss him.

so she did.

it was everything. all her pent up emotion flooded out of her, pushing into the kiss. it felt like they fit. a click. as if they were each other's last puzzle pieces, the satisfaction of it rustling in.

"i take it you weren't talking about ned?" she asked softly.

"no," peter chuckled. "you know, you give pretty good advice. even if you can't take your own."

and he kissed her again.

it was even better this time.

#spiderman #tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x you

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milesmolasses · 11 months

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Starting to Feel Like Spring (MJ x reader)

uh ohhh… back again!

Been listening to t-swift [pls don’t cancel me yall]

so I was listening to daylight and lover. that shit had me cheesing cause all I could think about was MJ

so this gonna be about my girl MJ [i love her sm]

warnings: kinda shy and anxious reader, fluff too sweet to handle. you've been warned (T ^ T) (i kinda leave yall on a cliffhanger lol don't hate me)

the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like saying you had a crush on MJ was an understatement. at this point in your high school career, she was all your mind would allow you to think about. her pretty curls, her crooked tooth, her snarky personality, everything about her completely took over your mind. and the worst part of it was...

she didn't even know you...

it started during your first year of high school when you saw her on the J train. she had headphones in her ears and her phone in her pocket. as she walked between the train doors she sat on the opposite end of your bench. she hadn't even seen your lingering gaze on her as you stared in awe at her pretty hair and gorgeous face.

you tried to resist looking at her for the entire train ride as more people began boarding the train and sitting between you two. you focused on your phone for the few more stops you had left until you got off. when you left the train onto the platform, thats when you saw her walk right past you.

she goes to the same school as me...

she was the first girl you knew in real life that you had ever really had a crush on. you had no idea what to do with this information and so you did what any normal gay person would do; you panicked.

what if she didn't like your personality? what if she thought you were weird? what if she wasn't into girls?

with all these questions floating around in your head, you chose to just watch and crush on her from afar. and so that's what you did.. for the next 3 years– and you did a pretty damn good job at it too might i add. she hadn't noticed you throughout high school which you were grateful for, but that didn't stop your heart from aching for her.

i've loved you three summers now honey, but i want them all.

looking at the clock tick for what seemed like forever, the bell had finally rung indicating lunchtime.

as you got up from your seat, you looked behind you to see mj struggling to put all her notes back into her bag. most people were gone, it was just you two and two other kids talking to the teacher after class. you were just staring at her for a hot second until you realized you probably looked like a damn creep. heart racing when mj finally looked up at your blank face, you quickly said, "d-do you want some help with that?"

"um, you're a little late to the game bud..."

you looked down to see her zipping up her bag, notes, and textbook already off the table. you felt like an idiot.

"oh, well sorry.." you said as you quickly turned around. you walked away as fast as you could to avoid having to face any more embarrassment than you already had. as you walked through the halls and down the stairwell all you could think about was what just happened three minutes ago. you decided that you would never make such a stupid mistake like that ever again. why would you even try to talk to her? you should have just left when you had the chance.

can i go where you go? can we always be this close?

as you walked to the main entrance of the school with your wallet in hand, a guy named ned from one of your AP seminar class came rushing past you, peter following close behind you assumed. you assumed correctly; you aren't close to the two or anything. you've only interacted with them separately a few times before, but that was only for school stuff. walking out of the double doors and into the real world, you walked towards your usual lunch spot under a tree with all the other trees and pungent-smelling flowers that always bloomed during the spring time. it was surely different from the usual new york smell you usually smelled every day. that's why you loved it so much. as you made your way over you could see people bathing in the sun and families having picnics. opening up the black plastic bag you carried in your backpack, you took out the deli sandwich and (snack of choice).

you put in some headphones and put on some tunes to match the vibe of the park. looking around and eating your sandwich, you spotted peter walking in the grass a few feet away from you. he was holding a pizza pie and ned was of course following behind him. unbeknownst to you, mj was behind ned walking with her eyes glued to her phone. the group of what you assumed to be two sat at a bench next to the tree you were sitting under.

and thats when you saw her.

right at the edge of the bench facing your direction. you chose to start packing all your shit up, determining that your usual lunch spot was no longer safe from her.

and at every table, i'll save you a seat.. lover

"hey! you're in my chem class right?"

you stopped what you were doing to look up at peter, who called you out.

"um yeah.. hey."

"cool come join us! there's a pie and it's extra large, enough to go around!"

you just stood there, staring yet again. you seemed to do that a lot.

peter stood up taking things into her own hands and took your hand in his. "c'mon theres enough."

"don't force the poor girl pete. does she even know you?"

mj... she was defending you from peter. or she was just being nice and didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.

"of course she knows me, don't you?"

"um, yeah sure," you didn't know what else to say. you walked with peter to the seat seemingly reserved for you right next to mj. you sat next to her looking at your lap not wanting to look up just yet.

"so, do you come here all the time? it's a cool place we just found it today," said ned with pizza in his mouth. you kept your head down, heart beating out of your chest.

mj scooted closer to you making butterflies erupt in your stomach. she leaned into your ear as she spoke to you and you alone

"you can leave if you want. just cause peter dragged you here against your will doesn't mean you have to stay if you're uncomfortable."

you quickly looked up to face her, head spinning from the interaction and how close she was, "i'm ok. thanks."

i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you

"ok just wanted to make sure."

she took a paper plate and a slice of pizza handing it to you. you took your hands off your lap to take the pizza out of her hand mumbling a small, "thanks."

"oh my god!" ned yelled out of literally nowhere.

"the star wars milllenium falcom set is on sale!"

"no way how much??" peter said grabbing neds phone to look at the set they were talking about.

mj turned to look at you as the other two debated buying an $800 lego set. "its every day with these guys and their lego sets. ignore them," she said turning to face you completely.

you nodded as you looked down again to avoid her looking at you. suddenly, your hands back in your lap seemed very interesting.

the both of you stayed silent for a while with peter and ned in the background talking their heads off. you chose to make a move, even though not even 20 minutes ago, you told yourself you would never speak to her again out of fear of saying something stupid.

"i really like flowers."

seriously???

"oh, umm well what kinds of flowers do you like?" she responded, deciding to humor you a bit.

"carnations... they're like all over the place at this park."

"oh? i don't think i've ever seen one.. or maybe i have and i just didn't know what it was," she said. this was your chance, your chance to talk to her, maybe even become friends.

you smiled a little as you stood up from the picnic bench. you reached your slightly sweating hand out to her hoping she would take it. "there are a bunch in this area, lemme show you."

please take my hand

she smiled as she took your hand.

she smiled at you.

i only see daylight daylight daylight daylight

as you walked through the park, you introduced mj to all the different flowers in the area that you knew, which was almost all of them. for the very few you didn't know, mj tried to help out by typing in very descriptive attributes of the flowers into google. as you walked through the grass and flowers of the grass, mj was picking flowers along the way. she pointed to a flower you knew all too well and said

"oh shit isn't this the one you were showing me before?"

"oh my gosh yes! oh my, they're gorgeous.. god i love them so much," you rambled on and on about the carnations talking to a mindless mj about how timeless they were and how their beauty never goes out of style. you didn't notice mj and the way she was admiring the reflection of the pretty flowers in your eyes.

you saw mj's hand reach for a flower to pick, assuming she was going to add it to the never growing bouquet in her hands. however, when her hand reached for your hair, you went quiet and wide-eyed.

"i thought it would look nice in your hair."

and i can still see it all (in my mind)

she was so close. her hand still in your hair slowly began to slip down to your face. she was so soft, not only her hand but her eyes, her expression, her breathing, her soul. in this moment you could feel all of her. she was so close, yet so far.

all of you, all of me (intertwined)

she took a step closer to me, her chest heaving a little quicker than before.

i once believed love would be (black and white)

"can i kiss you?"

but it's golden (golden)

your breathing began to pick up at a seemingly unhealthy rate. for all you knew, you were having a heart attack, but god you hoped not. not here, not now.

and i can still see it all (in my head)

"a-am i making you uncomfortable? im sorry i can leave if you want-" she panicked after earning no response from you. she backed away slightly, but when her soft hand was off your face, you snapped out of whatever trance you were in.

back-and-forth from new york (sneakin' in your bed)

you pulled her into you so your chests were basically smooshed together. you could feel the fast beating of her heart, as she could feel yours.

i once believed love would be (burning red)

you grabbed her face as you leaned into her kiss her like you've wanted to all these years.

if felt electric, like there were sparks between your lips. your breathing was heavy as her hands came up to cup your face. your arms around her waist as if they were made for holding her close.

her lips on yours felt right like this is something you should have been doing a long time ago. it felt like her lips had been on yours forever until she pulled away. you leaned into her even more chasing her lips to be on yours again. giggling, she said,

"i like you too.”

but it's golden ♡

AHHHHH I ALMOST THREW UP CAUSE OF HOW CUTE THIS SHIT WAS

this was pretty long i think.

but anything for my mj <3

this was kinda random lol sorry if it doesn't make sense

#peter and mj #mj x reader #tom holland spiderman #spiderman mj #michelle jones #michelle jones x reader #zendaya mj #zendaya #spiderman nwh #milesmolasses

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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I have one for Peter to celebrate 100 followers.

Y/N is the daughter of Wanda and Vision (and she also possess the same abilities as Wanda) she’s dating Peter.

One night she gets a call from a crying Peter telling her to come to the school roof. When she gets there, she sees him on the floor crying. She goes over to him and hugs him, him hugging her back (afraid he'll lose her like he lost Aunt May). They stay like that for what feels like forever until MJ and Ned come and find them. They introduce them to Peter 2 and 3 and they agree to help cure the villains (basically the same scene from No Way Home)

When they get to the lab and get to work, Y/N notices some big cuts on Peter's face and uses her powers to heal them. They talk and Y/N wants to help them cure the villains. (I'm thinking Y/N can wear the same outfit as Wanda from MOM) .

During the fight, Y/N and Peter find the Green Goblin and begin fighting him. Peter loses control and begins to get more aggressive. Y/N tries to get him to stop but he won't listen. Peter 2 comes and helps Y/N reason with Peter to get him to stop.

(Can you just do the same ending as No Way Home but with Y/N remembering Peter even after the spell?)

Hope you like! ❤️🖤💜

Hiii! Thank u for this! I’ve been mentally writing one similar to this without te Wanda aspects of it, so This was a being able to actually write it out.

Thanks everyone for joining my celebration💟💜

Join my taglist here!

Loss: A NWH Holland!Spider-Man/Peter Parker

Summary: Peter has lost May and relies on gf!reader to help him. They fight and cure all the villains but are faced with Peter having to be forgotten by the world.

Fortunately, y/n remembers Peter even after the spell, but at what cost?

More details in the request above.

Warnings: NWH spoilers, death of May, angst, a few curses

Notes: when italics as used for whole paragraphs/sections it’s showing a flashback or otherwise previous event. I don’t think it was needed but hopefully cleans it up a bit lol.

Please lmk you guys want a part 2! Part 2 here

Waking up to her phone ringing loudly with Peter’s personalized ringtone, y/n abruptly mutes the sound so her mother won’t hear and then proceeds to answer his call.

“Petey? It’s late babe, is everything okay?” She asks, sitting up.

“C-ca-can you” Peter attempts, his voice breaking constantly.

“Peter?! What’s going on?! Where are you?! I’m coming to you!” Y/n promises, promptly getting out of bed and rushing to change into some clothes she can leave the house in.

“I-I’m on the school rooftop” he whispers, his voice still catching.

Slipping on a sweatshirt of Peter’s, she grabs her shoes but something feels off.

“Peter, are you safe?” She asks, wondering if his safety was in jeopardy and that was the cause behind her unease.

She would be uneasy with him simply crying as he was now, but this felt different.

“F-for now” he sniffles.

Squinting at his vague statement, y/n rushes over to her closet and decides to change once again.

As she changed into her scarlet colored “hero outfit” as the avengers called it, she kept Peter talking.

She hadn’t gotten him to explain what was happening that made him upset, but he’d finally stopped crying, him stating something about just hearing her voice making him less panicked.

Checking to ensure her outfit was complete, she zipped her boots.

Y/n threw on a black hoodie Peter bought her so that it concealed her leather corset-like top and threw her crown headpiece into her school bag.

She informed Peter she would have to hang up so she could get to him as she planned on using her levitation power to fly to him rather than walk or steal her mom’s car.

She was fairly experienced with using this power and used it more often than her mother Wanda, aka The Scarlet Witch did. Much to her mother’s disapproval as it often was done because y/n was late.

But, she knew she’d need both hands free to get to Peter safely and as quickly as she could.

As she rocketed across the sky, rain blowing past her once dry face, she looked around at her surroundings.

She and Peter always enjoyed looking at the lights of the city lighting up the evening sky and streets as they’d levitate/swing through the night.

However, tonight it was just her.

And while it was beautiful still, she couldn’t feel any positive emotions towards the city as she knew that something happened tonight here that made Peter upset.

She had told Peter she’d never use her abilities to try and read his mind, or otherwise do anything unethical, years ago when they first met.

However, tonight she dared to use her telepathy to communicate to Peter that she was nearly to him.

Doing so, she could feel the immense emotional pain he was experiencing and it nearly caused her to drop to the Brooklyn streets below her.

She had to fight to steady herself and keep her levitation going.

She also had to resist the urge to look around in his mind to see what was causing her precious boyfriend this much pain.

She knew Peter’s identity had been exposed but after Mr. Murdock helped him win his case against Mysterio’s false allegations, he’d started to feel more like himself.

She also knew that not getting into his dream school or even backup schools was troubling for him but she’d assured him they’d figure something out.

He felt horrible that he had impacted y/n’s college prospects as well, even though she assured him that her mother’s own mistakes a few years ago in Lagos already made it difficult.

She hadn’t heard much from him tonight as he simply told her he was going to speak to a mutual friend about college.

She knew he meant an avenger and while she didn’t think it was necessary, she figured no harm could really come of a simple conversation and asking for advice from one of their allies.

After all, they all knew who he was before his identity leaked and they had been sure to protect him and y/n from a lot of the more serious or dangerous aspects of their work.

She had no idea he’d went to Dr. Strange today to request he use a spell to undo the recent events. Let alone that he had done it to help y/n, MJ, and Ned with their schooling.

However, she was soon about to find out all of the chaos that erupted in the last 24hrs.

———

“Oh, Peter!” Y/n gasps, landing in the rooftop a few feet from him.

Peter’s head lifts and turns to her, breaking her heart as she sees the steady flow of tears on his face.

Y/n sprints to him and drops to her knees, her arms cradling his shaking body.

“What happened baby?” She asks, her hand pushing water out of his hair as she strokes his soaked head.

“M-May” he sobs, gripping onto y/n’s sweater with a vise grip.

“What about May?” She asks, her heart rate increasing as his does.

“I- I.. she… we…” he says, trying to figure out where to start.

“Shhh baby it’s okay. Where’s May Peter?” Y/n asked softly.

Peter sobbed more and held y/n closer to him, causing her to feel a tidal wave of nausea and anxiety rise as she contemplated what his reaction likely meant.

“Sh-she. She’s dead” he said, his body crumpling into her arms.

Y/n held her own emotions back for his sake and apologized to him as she merely held him to her.

She knew she didn’t need to apologize, she’d done nothing wrong.

But she wasn’t sure what to do and she knew what it was like to lose a loved one.

To lose a parental figure and have no control over it.

It was an unbearable pain that she wouldn’t wish upon anyone, certainly not Peter.

They sat there for a while just listening to each other’s heart beats and breathing.

“Peter, what happened?” Y/n asks, noticing his breathing has steadied from what it was when she arrived.

“I- I can’t” he whimpered, looking at his lap.

“Can you?” He asks, looking at her and tapping his head.

“Are you sure?” She asks. “Any limits?”

“No limits” he informs her, pulling her closer to him in desperation to feel her presence and know she’s here.

“Okay” she whispers, hesitantly reaching up to hold his face and let her telepathic ability connect easier.

Peter stared at her as she sifted through his memories.

He could feel the recollection of events faintly but realized she was manipulating it in a way that would allow him to not feel additional pain from it as she watched it unfold.

He knew she’d never try to erase his pain or emotions as much as she wanted him to be happy.

After a particularly rough mission, they talked about it and both agreed it was better to feel pain than to feel numb and that’s when she told him she’d never manipulate his feelings.

He acknowledged this was different.

It wasn’t his own brain forcing him to recall the memories at this moment.

If it had been, she would’ve left his emotional connection alone.

Instead it was the visual playback she was watching through his memories that was minutely noticeable rather than the memories themselves.

He watched her face trying to see her reactions and see if she blamed Peter the way he blamed himself.

Once she had finished, she lowered her hands as the tears she’d managed to contain thus far fell freely.

“I messed up” Peter whispers, hating that this is now causing his girlfriend pain as well, “and now May had to suffer”.

“Peter, this isn’t your fault and we’re going to get through this okay?” Y/n promises.

Peter forces a nod.

“N-no one has come to try to hurt you yet?” He asks, his eyes trying to look over her but the sweatshirt was covering her arms and upper body.

“No Peter. I’m safe, I’m here” she assures him.

Peter whimpers, “I was so worried you’d be hurt”.

Before she could reassure him again, he continued.

“If I don’t fix this, you could be. I… I can’t lose you. I already lost May… if something happened to you-” Peter rambles.

“It won’t. You won’t lose me. Okay?” She kisses his forehead as tears stream down both of their faces.

Peter snuggles in closely to her chest as he refuses to let her go, as if holding her tightly would prevent any harm to her.

Y/n embraces him back and rocks them slightly as she rests her chin on Peter’s head that’s tucked into her neck.

———

Neither one are sure how long they’ve been in that position when Peter hears someone approaching.

Peter instantly pulls back and stands up, stepping in front of y/n as she starts to stand.

Y/n places her hand on his shoulder to calm him when she see’s it’s Ned and MJ.

“What’re you guys doing here?” Y/n asks as Peter’s fear lowers but he doesn’t move away from shielding y/n.

“We heard what happened…” MJ replies.

“Yeah… the news covered it. We’re sorry Peter” Ned says, walking towards the couple.

After multiple apologies and attempts to comfort Peter, Ned bites his lip as MJ gives y/n a face that says she’s about to drop some big news.

Last time MJ made that face towards y/n it was about MJ admitting she actually had feelings for a classmate.

However, tonight y/n knew that face was likely a much bigger topic.

“What is it?” Y/n asks hesitantly.

Peter looks between his friends and girlfriend as he waits.

“So… you know how you said the villains were from other universes?” Ned asks, looking at y/n since she’d been the one to catch them up.

The news obviously covered the villains showing up out of nowhere, May’s death, and Peter’s connection to all of it.

However, it didn’t cover what exactly transpired with any detail which left y/n to do that for MJ and Ned.

Y/n nods her head, prompting MJ to respond, “well, we kinda knew that already”.

“How?” Peter asks, rubbing his already red eyes to get the rain out.

“That’s not a very easy answer… see… MJ and I were at my Lola’s house… watching the… news. When some people showed up” Ned explains.

“Are you guys hurt?” Peter panics.

“No, they were not villains” MJ says, “trust me, I even threw bread at them”.

“Bread?” Y/n laughs once in shock.

“Who were they?” Peter asked.

“Well, why don’t you ask them?” Ned points just as two shadows appear.

Peter steps back in front of y/n again protectively, even though her hands are already glowing in preparation of an attack.

“Aye, wait wait, woah” Peter blurts as the two men hop closer to their group.

“Sorry, about May” the older one says, his hands held up in surrender.

“Yeah. Sorry” the other one says, y/n and Peter noticing his outfit is similar to Peter’s Spider-Man suit.

This man tries to explain that he knows what it’s like but Peter cuts him off.

“No please don’t tell me you know what it is you’re going through” Peter remarks.

He turns his head back to look at y/n only to see she’s at his side now instead.

He makes eye contact with her before looking back to the man, “y/n is the only one here who knows and she didn’t even try to tell me that. She let me feel what I’m dealing with. So you don’t get to tell me you understand and hope it helps. She- May is gone”.

Squeezing Peter’s hand, y/n eyes the two men in front of them trying to understand what is happening.

“And it’s all my fault” he chokes.

Y/n tightens her grip on his hand as he holds his ground with the others, letting him know she didn’t agree about his self blame and that she was here for him.

———

It took some time but Peter and y/n were informed and caught up on who these two guys were.

Turns out… they were Peter Parker… well a Peter Parker.

Evidently there were Peter Parkers who were Spider-Man in other universes and when Dr. Strange did the spell, it brought them here.

It took some convincing to get Peter, her Peter, to once again agree to help the villains recover and get home.

Now they were seated in the school’s science lab, working on antidote methods for each villain.

Y/n pushed her notepad away and turned to face Peter. The real Peter. Her Peter.

“Oh Pete, do they hurt?” Y/n asks, her thumb underlining the gashes on his face.

“A bit” he admits, his hands on her thigh, “but I’ll be okay”.

She shakes her head and raises her other hand to cup his face.

“It’s an easy fix” she lies.

It wasn’t a particularly difficult task given her abilities but it was one she didn’t have a ton of experience with.

You’d think with her boyfriend being Spider-Man that she’d have used her powers to fix his wounds and ailments on a nightly basis.

However, she’d only recently learned how to utilize this particular power.

It had taken a random elementary school aged child bleeding in Europe after having fallen from the Ferris wheel during Mysterio’s attack projections for her to learn she could.

She’d watched the kid trying to limp away from the scene but struggling due to the large leg wound.

Planning on just applying pressure, y/n rushed to her and placed her hands on the injury and felt this tingling sensation in her hands.

When she pulled her hands back, the child’s leg was healed.

She’d worked to replicate that healing ability since and learned that -as with most of her powers- it required great concentration on the task at hand.

This was particularly challenging tonight considering there were two strangers with them (who shared her boyfriend’s new and alter ego) in their school lab that they’d all broken into in order to cure villains that killed Aunt May.

It was a lot to process to say the least.

“Are you sure about this Peter?” Y/n asked the pressing question she suppressed asking until his cuts had healed under her fingers.

“About?” He asks, kissing her hands as a thank you.

“This whole curing them thing” she says, shrugging.

She knew how it sounded, but she knew what it was like to be in his position.

She also was hurting herself over May’s death as they’d been very close.

“You don’t think we should?” He asks.

“It’s not that. Peter you’re incredible and I’ll do whatever it is you want to do. It’s just that need to know it’s okay if you’re hesitant about this” she tells him, looking into his eyes.

“I am a bit… namely with…” he trails off but y/n nods to tell him she knows who he’s referring to.

“But I think it’s what May would want me to do” he adds.

“I agree, it’s definitely a May thing and you pushing past your reservations is definitely a Peter thing” y/n comments, squeezing his hand.

“A Peter thing?” He laughs softly.

“Well a you thing I guess. I don’t know about the other Peters, but they’re here after all, so probably” she explains.

Peter nods, looking around at the older guys who share his name and identity.

His fear spikes knowing what they told him about losing their loved ones and namely about Gwen…

Y/n can see the turmoil in Peter’s eyes prompting her to squeeze his hand so he looks her way.

“You share a name and a hero identity. But you’re not the exact same. Things aren’t going to play out the same way. You’re my Peter, my Spider-Man. And together we’re going to accomplish this side by side” she assures him.

“Together” Peter nods, pulling her in for another hug.

———

“Osborne, please, I know you’re in there” y/n argues, struggling against the grip Green Goblin has on her.

She could easily blast her powers and send him flying, but that wouldn’t allow her to inject him with the serum they needed to cure him.

“As I told your little friend, Norman’s on sabbatical honey” he chuckles darkly.

Y/n groans and lightly pulses her power to send him off of her but keep him in near distance.

“We’re trying to help” she remarks, standing up and walking towards him with flaming hands ready.

“I don’t need your help” he hisses, stepping on to the mini hoverboard he used.

Y/n raises her hands to shield off the shots he begins firing at her.

Meanwhile, Peter (1) finishes tossing Ned one of the solutions when his spidey senses begin alerting him.

He throws his head back and forth, looking between each villain and his teammates.

His pace quickens when he still cannot find y/n.

His heart races, thumping wildly against his chest as his strained eyes search through the dark.

He mentally counts off which villains he’s found and which he hasn’t, hoping maybe he’ll find the villain she’s with first and then find her.

Just then, shots ring out and his body freezes as realization hits him.

She’s with Green Goblin.

She’s fighting Green Goblin, alone.

His eyes narrowing on anything green, he locates y/n and shoots a web as far as he can, swinging himself off a bar and closer to them.

His breathing hitches as he sees the panic on her face as her shield wavers slightly from exhaustion.

Y/n curses herself for not being more diligent in the training her mother wanted her to do.

Peter uses his webs to pull the hoverboard out from under Osborne’s body, sending him crashing down.

Y/n drops her shield and rushes to them as Peter lifts the hoverboard above his head and walks towards Osborne.

Y/n sees the rage in his eyes and decides to use her telekinetic ability to pull the board from his hands and set it down elsewhere.

Peter frowns before focusing back on Osborne as they exchange fists.

Y/n helps Peter in trying to incapacitate him so they can cure him.

However, without using her full abilities and both her and Peter being exhausted mentally and physically, they’re struggling.

Osborne gets a decent strike in and uses a shattered piece of glass from the ground to hit y/n in the abdomen.

Peter notices as she lands on the ground, pressing on her wound.

One downside to her healing ability? It doesn’t work on herself.

Peter was already enraged and wanting to kill Osborne but he fought it for May, for y/n, and the vision they saw of who he was.

But now, killing Osborne is the only option Peter can see. The only path before him.

Peter flips himself backwards to grab the board and while his webs deactivated the majority of weapons on it, the blades on the points at the front are still functional.

That’s all he needs to finish this.

Peter feels a surge of energy as he thinks about how ironic, how almost poetic, it will be to use his hoverboard to kill Osborne the way he killed May.

“Peter! Don’t” y/n yells, realizing his intent.

She scrambles to her feet and tries to reach him but she knows she’ll be too late.

She debates firing a bolt of energy towards the board to break it, but rejects it knowing her injury may cause her aim to be off and hit him.

“Peter please! This isn’t you! Don’t do this!” She pleads, shakily stepping closer to him.

While earlier tonight, she wondered if he really wanted to cure them, she never saw this coming.

She simply assumed maybe he’d just want to send them home without curing them first.

Not kill.

In her peripheral vision she sees Peter 2 running over and begs him to help stop Peter 1.

After much struggling, her Peter finally submits and drops the drone/hoverboard.

Peter 2 takes the syringe and injects Osborne as her Peter rushes to her.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pushing his hand against her wound.

“I’m okay Pete. It’s over now, look” she says, pointing to where Osborne, the true Osborne, is sitting next to Peter 2.

He nods and strikes her face with his free hand, “we need to get you help”.

“My mom can handle it” she says, laughing.

“Your mom will kill me, rightfully so” Peter sighs.

“Stop. It’s not your fault Peter” she argues.

Peter helps her up and supports her weight as they walk after she fights him carrying her.

“What’s that?” Y/n asks, pointing towards the sky where there is a bright purple glow.

Peter gulps and looks at Peter 2, “can you get her to safety? I need to handle this”.

“Peter what?” She asks, reaching for him as Peter 2 holds her up.

“I’ll explain when I can” he kisses her forehead before launching himself towards where Dr. Strange was waiting.

———

“No, absolutely not” y/n cries, shaking her head so adamantly it causes her torso to shift an tug on her poorly done stitches.

Since she couldn’t heal herself, Peter 3 used the stitching from her backpack (she’d brought with to carry the serums) and a shard of metal to stitch the wound.

He’d had experience stitching his own wounds, but he had limited resources here and y/n knew she’d need her mother to cleanse the wound and heal it so it wouldn’t be infected.

"I'll find you. okay? I promise you, whatever happens, I’ll find you, and we'll be together, and everything will be good again” Peter promises, cupping her face.

She shakes her head as tears keep falling, “I don’t like this. Peter… this plan sucks. Magic sucks. I’d give mine up to not lose you”.

" I'll always find my way back to you." He assures her, rubbing some dirt and dried blood from her cheek.

"Hey…. no tears, alright? This isn't goodbye” he says.

“I could never forget you, but I don’t like this risk. Magic has fucked us over in the past. Please don’t” y/n pleads, a firm grip on his suit.

"Y/n, I have to. I’m so sorry, I never meant to get you involved or get you hurt. I have to fix this and this is how” he says, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Fine. But Peter, you... you must know, before anything else happens tonight. You must know that you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me” she says.

Peter closes his eyes and holds her tightly.

As the sky flows brighter, he pulls back and gives her a desperate, needy kiss.

“I love you Petey” she whines, resting her head on his forehead.

“I love you y/n y/m/n y/l/n. And I promise, I’ll make you remember me. I’ll explain everything. We’ll figure it out, together” he promises before heading back to Dr. Strange.

Y/n sobs as MJ and Ned embrace her.

They all watch as Peter and Dr. Strange begin the spell. Y/n attempts to throw up a shield around her brain.

But her exhaustion, injury, and promise to Peter to let him do this stop her.

Instead, she feels a tightness in her chest as she watches the sky glow so bright it forces her to close her eyes.

———2 months later ———

Peter felt his hands shake as he stood outside y/n’s door.

He groaned as the internal battle in his head reigned on.

For the last two months, Peter had kept his distance.

He tried to keep his promise, he really did.

Immediately upon the successful completion of Dr. Strange’s spell, Peter drafted a note trying to explain to y/n who he was.

A week later he was ready and went to the cafe MJ and y/n worked at.

He had the detailed note in his hand as he entered the cafe, seeing MJ at the counter and Ned drinking from a mug next to her.

His eyes darted around for the one person he desperately needed to see.

“Can I help you? A name for your order perhaps?” MJ asked, clearly not recognizing him.

Peter knew the plan had worked when he returned to no home and little to no belongings but hearing his friends not recognizing him hit harder.

He looked at the scratch above MJ’s eye and then the one on Ned’s arm.

While the sight of their injuries joined his plague of guilt, he knew seeing y/n’s would cripple him.

“I.. I’m Peter. Yo-your head, are you okay?” Peter asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I don’t know how it happened. I think probably a car accident as my friend Ned” Mj said pointing towards him, “has a cut too and so does our friend y/n”.

Peter forces a tight nod, “and you’re all okay?”.

“We are mostly. Y/N’s got infected as she was really upset after whatever happened and refused to let anyone treat it. She’s better now, but it wasn’t good.” MJ told him.

Peter felt bile in his throat as he crumpled the note in his coat pocket.

He knew it wasn’t likely y/n remembered him, she wasn’t supposed to after all.

But, her reaction told him she at least knew something was off and it caused her to act against her best interests.

And he was the one to blame for that.

He was the reason she was hurt.

He was the reason she felt off after the spell.

He was the reason she refused care.

Even if she didn’t remember him, he was the reason behind her trauma.

He couldn’t be that reason anymore.

If she never remembered him, she’d be safe.

If she never remembered him, she’d be happy.

If she never remembered him, she’d move on.

If she never remembered him, she’d find someone who deserved her.

If she never remembered him, she could live her life.

If she never remembered him, he would hurt for the rest of time.

But, If she never remembered him, she’d be better off so the pain he’d have would be worth it.

“Oh, I’m sorry” Peter said, ducking his head and quickly leaving the cafe.

Just as he stepped into the cold, he could hear her voice as she asked MJ what she missed.

His heart shattered as he hear y/n whisper his name, “Peter?”

He wasn’t sure if the confusion in her tone was her wondering why he was leaving abruptly without ordering, if some part of her recognized his name, or if she was simply reading the name MJ put down for his order.

He wouldn’t let the desire to find out win. He pushed it down and closed the door behind him without looking back.

That was two months ago.

Since then, he tried calling her, texting her, going to the cafe to see her, etc. But this battle in his head stopped him every time.

He let the guilt for May’s death and y/N’s injury take ahold of him.

He concluded the voice in his head telling him he was to blame and that the only way y/n could truly be safe was to let her forget him.

Yet, here he was… note in his shaking hand, knocking on her door.

Before he could regret his choice, the door opened and revealed y/n.

She was wearing one of his sweatshirts, her eyes red, no makeup on, blotchy skin from crying, an icecream container in her hand.

She looked just as beautiful as when he saw her last.

Her breath caught suddenly before she set the tub of icecream down.

Peter watched her for a moment, wondering how to explain who he was.

Little did he know, she knew.

Of course she knew.

She knew from the moment after the spell.

She didn’t now how or why she’d remembered him en no or else did.

But she did.

Everyone told her she was crazy.

That she made up her boyfriend as if he were some imaginary friend.

They told her Peter Parker did not exist.

But she knew they were wrong.

In fact, there were at least three Peter Parkers.

She’d met them just the other night.

There was only one though that was her Peter.

She needed her Peter back.

Since she remembered him, she hoped MJ and Ned would too.

But they didn’t.

She was all alone in her memories of the selfless boy she’d fallen in love with.

The boy she fought side by side with to protect their city and the world.

Yet, no one knew his name.

No one knew him.

No one but her.

It hurt her on a daily basis and yet Peter never showed.

He promised.

She trusted him.

She spent that first week trying find him.

But due to the spell, there were no traces of him anywhere.

Roughly a week after that night, she’d been at work when it seemed he stopped by.

She’d been in the bathroom but upon entering the cafe lounge, she felt this weight lift and she curiously looked around to see why.

Then she saw him.

Peter had his back to her, one foot out the cafe door.

But she’d recognize him anywhere, even from his side and/or back profile.

Her breath hitched but she called after him weakly.

He paused for a fraction of a second, reaffirming her recognition of him.

But then he was gone.

He heard her but didn’t respond.

He never turned around.

He never looked to her.

He never tried to tell her like he promised.

He just cut her off.

Now months later, he is standing in front of her apartment.

How he even knew where she lived was beyond her as she’d moved since last seeing him.

She couldn’t stand sleeping in a room where Peter had been.

A room where the photos she had framed with him in them were suddenly gaps on her wall.

A room where he’d comforted her when she needed it.

A room where that no longer happened.

A room that was a constant reminder of him.

A room that was a constant reminder of what they were.

A room that was a constant reminder of that night.

A room that was a constant reminder of May’s death.

A room that was a constant reminder that he was gone.

A room that was a constant reminder that they were done.

A room that was a constant reminder of his broken promise.

Her mom and Happy helped her get her own apartment hoping it would help her.

They attributed her suffering to May’s death.

And wile that was part of it, that wasn’t the whole story.

“Can I help you?” She asks, putting up an emotional wall between them.

“Uhh… yeah. This will sound crazy… but please hear me out. My name is Peter and-“ Peter began, scuffing his across her doormat.

“I know who you are Peter. Why are you here?” She asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Y-y-you do?” He stutters, eyes wide but a small smile starting.

“Mhm. Of course I do. We went to school together, we fought together with the avengers, we went nearly everywhere together” She begins.

“You were my best friend, my confidant, my l-l-love of my life… my boyfriend” She finishes, shaking her head.

Peter feels his heart swell at her compliments and recognition of him, but his stomach drops at seeing the emotion in her eyes.

“Well I guess you technically still are my boyfriend since we never officially broke up. I guess I’ll fix that now for us-“ she begins, desperately trying to reform her distance from him so he couldn’t hurt her heart again.

“Y/n, I-“ he says, his voice weak.

“No Peter. I don’t want to hear it. I’ve waited over TWO MONTHS for you to give me this conversation. Two months with nothing from you” y/n says, hoping he’ll just tell her he was too nervous she wouldn’t remember him to seek her out.

“You weren’t supposed to remember me” he whispers.

Y/n scoffs, “yeah well how well did that work out? Hmm? Because I do Peter. I remember it all”.

“I- I’m sorry” he sighs.

“For what Peter? For lying to me? For breaking your promise? For betraying my trust? For breaking my heart?” Y/n chokes as tears start falling.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean to hurt you” He frowns.

“Yet here we are” she says coldly, trying to keep her walls up against him.

“I thought it would be what was best for you” he admits, lifting his eyes to look at her.

“W-what?” She whispers, confused.

“I thought a fresh start with someone else would be good” He sighs.

“A fresh start?! So it was your way of ending things! That’s fantastic Peter! You couldn’t even just tell me you didn’t end to be with me any more. No you had to pretend I didn’t exist. That-… that we didn’t exist all because you wanted a fresh start?!” Y/n snaps, her chest tightening.

“Do you truly think so little of me?" Peter asks, tears in his eyes, “I didn’t want to breakup with you. I wanted you to move on to someone else, someone who wouldn’t jeopardize your safety “.

“You don’t get to make that choice for me Peter!” Y/n yells, the hurt in her chest reaching maximum capacity.

"I thought you’d forget me and if it stayed that way you’d be safe. It wasn’t easy but I tried to forget you. To protect you. I’ve never tried so hard in my life. But, it's impossible. It’s simply not possible for me to stop thinking about you” Peter rambles.

“So what?! I don’t get a choice because you wanted to ‘protect’ me. You fight to forget me but now that you can’t and now that you’re hurt , you come ? If that’s the case, you’re saying your pain isn’t worth my safety all of a sudden when for the last two months it evidently was?!” Y/n argues.

“No, it’s just… I realized that, like you just said, it wasn’t my choice to make. That if I focused the energy and time I put into trying to forget you, into getting stronger, faster, and otherwise more adept to precut you that we wouldn’t have to lose what we had not risk your safety. “ he explains, rubbing his neck.

“Your safety always has and always will come first. I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t thought this through meticulously” he adds, trying to grab her hand.

She steps back, “I don’t need you to protect me Peter. I can take care of myself”.

“I know. You’re more than capable but I don’t ever want to be the reason you’re hurt” he sighs, looking at her side even though it is covered by her sweatshirt.

Y/n sighs and runs her hand through her tangled hair, “I don’t know what to do here Peter. I don’t know where to go from here or how”.

"Well, we're a team. Remember? So let's face this one together” he suggests.

“Together? Is that meant to be a cruel joke?! Where was the togetherness when everyone called me crazy? When everyone told me I made you up? When I had to cut MJ and Ned out of my life because they reminded me too much of you while they didn’t even recall who you were?!” Y/n asks angrily.

“I didn't mean for any of this to happen!” He defends.

“I know Peter. But you don’t get it, that makes this so much harder because then I feel bad for hating what you did to me. Because it wasn’t intentional. Except that part of it was. The outcomes may not have been what you wanted but they were a result of your choices and actions the worst part is you don't know what it was like” she sobs.

“If you’d wanted to, you could’ve talked about me to anyone. When I tried, I was told I was crazy. I had no one to go to. I should’ve at least had you. But I didn’t because you chose to remove yourself from my life without even consulting me. I was told I was crazy so often by those I cared about that I started to wonder if maybe I was crazy. After all, the Peter I knew, would never break a promise he made me, let alone my heart. But you did” y/n says, her fists clenching to stop shaking.

“I don’t care what your reasons were, you hurt me. I can't believe I ever trusted you...” she finishes, refusing to look at him as tears stream down both of their faces.

"I will never stop apologizing for this y/n but please, just... tell me how to fix this. " he begs.

“Peter, you lied to me. You abandoned me. I don’t think you can fix something like that” y/n says, breaking her own heart at the confession.

“I can't lose you...” he cries.

“Don’t you dare Peter! I was the one who lost you first, not the other way around! You say you don’t want to lose me yet chose to push me out of your life” y/n gasps.

“I know! Believe me, I’ve questioned myself everyday. Wondering if I was doing was really what was best for you or not. Because it hurt like hell. I’m sorry. I want to fix us, I want you, I want us back. So please?! What am I supposed to do?! I beg of you! Tell me, what the hell I am supposed to do?! " he sobs.

“If you don’t want to hurt me, please don't look at me like that...” y/n whispers, her eyes breaking away from him.

“Like what?” He whispers.

“Like you’re still in love with me, like you’re still the same exact boy I loved, like you’re still my Peter” she sighs.

“But I am y/n, I swear. You have to believe me” he pleads, stepping closer.

“God damnit Peter! I did! I believed in you, in us” She cries, stepping away, “but now…”.

“Now what?” Peter asks hesitantly a more of awkward and tense silence.

“I can’t trust you anymore” She concludes, choking on another sob as she shuts the door between them.

———

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