#because it’ll seem like i’m ‘trying to be peter parker)

[moonstruckme]

I saw ur last post so for tasm!peter.... maybe r has really bad period cramps and peter just takes care of her?? thank u!!

Thanks for requesting my love <3

cw: period cramps

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 637 words

“Are you sure this is normal?” You’re sweating, for Christ’s sake, face all shiny and pinched despite the heating pad and the painkillers and the chamomile tea and the dark chocolate he’d made a trip to the bodega down the street to get you. “I feel like we should call a nurse hotline or something.” 

“Don’t.” You look over at Peter from the couch, voice tight with pain. “It’s normal. This is the way it is.” 

“Is it really?” he frets. His knee bounces as he scrolls on his laptop on the beanbag beside you. “It hasn’t been this bad before, has it?” 

“Not in a while,” you admit. “Just once or twice a year, it’ll get like this.” 

Peter shakes his head, looking at his laptop. “Have you talked to anyone about it? I know lots of doctors talk about period pain like it’s never a big deal, but sometimes—” 

“Are you really about to explain to me about how women’s pain gets dismissed in healthcare?” You frown. “Seriously?” 

He winces. “Okay, yeah, you know this. Just, I know this isn’t my area of expertise, but I’m reading up on uterine cysts—” 

“I don’t have a cyst.” 

“There’s just no way this can be normal, sweetheart.” It feels like he’s pleading now, either with you or with whatever higher power is putting you through this. “There’s no way it’s supposed to hurt this much even with painkillers in your system.” 

“Some girls throw up or pass out,” you tell him, a bit gentler now. 

“I know,” he sighs. “I know, and it sucks that womankind has to go through that, but it’s worse when it’s you, you know? You’re my girl. You’re not supposed to hurt.” 

“Peter.” 

You sound almost pitying, and when he looks over you’ve softened considerably. The pain must have ebbed for the moment, because the space between your brows is smoother, the muscles around your eyes relaxed for the first time in hours. 

“Close out webMD, honey,” you say with a little smile. “It’s not going to help.” 

Peter obeys, shutting his laptop and slipping off the beanbag to kneel beside your head. He feels his eyebrows pinch as he cups your face. You’re running a little fever, though you’d assured him that’s normal too. When he dies, he’s got some serious questions for the guy upstairs; this is inhumane. 

“What can I do that will help?” he asks. 

Your mouth pulls up on one side. “You’ve already done a lot,” you say with a pointed glance to the tea and chocolate on the coffee table behind him. 

“Give me something else,” he begs. “You want tickets to disney world, pretty girl? Ask and it shall be done.” 

You huff a laugh, the sound doing more to Peter’s heart than it really has any right to, then look just to the left of his face. “Could you hold me?” you ask shyly. 

For a second, Peter’s frozen. “Yeah,” he breathes, then kisses your cheek emphatically, standing. “Yeah, baby, why didn’t you ask sooner?” 

“You seemed busy,” you say as he climbs over you on the couch, trying to maneuver you onto your side without disturbing your heating pad. 

“Busy freaking out about how useless I feel, you mean.” He presses both hands to the heating pad, shuffling around until you’re slotted perfectly against his front. “If I can do anything to help, you tell me, okay?” 

“Okay,” you murmur, smiling when he leans over to press a kiss to your cheek. “I’m good now, though. This is nice. Can we just stay here for a while?” 

Peter pffts, the show of indignance doing little to hide his fondness for you. “Sweetheart, I’ll stay here all week if you want me to. You just peel me off when you want something to eat.”

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Hi! Id love if you could write anything about peter parker? Maybe fluff or comfort 🤞

hiii thank u so much for your req!! i went with some roommate!peter fluff for this one, hope you enjoy <3 | 0.7k words

You’re no stranger to tossing and turning at night, to shutting your eyes and keeping them shut hoping for sleep to drag you under, and huffing each time that wouldn’t work.

It’s where there’s a bottle of melatonin gummies in the cabinet behind your mirror in the bathroom, only that bottle had been empty tonight, which has led to your being awake even later than usual.

On a normal night, you only toss and turn until you hear Peter come home, his window sliding open, him stumbling inside and cursing at himself as he goes, and the window clicking shut behind him. That way, you know he’s safe, that being Spider-man didn’t get him hurt this time around.

Only tonight, he’s been home and in his room for a couple of hours now, and you’ve yet to manage to go to sleep.

Frustrated, you toss your blankets off of you and pad into the kitchen, the lights from the city outside your windows guiding you over. You try to be quiet as you grab a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water, as if it’ll do anything to help.

No matter how quiet you are, though, Peter knows something’s going on.

His senses have always seemed to pick up on you more so than others, and though he tries to convince himself it’s just because you’re his roommate, he knows deep down that it’s because he likes you far more than on a roommate level.

The Spider-man side of him knows that too, which is why his eyes blink open in his bed as soon as you’re out of your own. Even in his sleep, there’s a part of Peter that keeps track of you, alerting him if the slightest thing is off. This time, it’s that you’re in the kitchen at 3 in the morning rather than in bed.

He rubs his eyes before tossing his blankets away from his body the same way you had only a minute ago, and heading out into the kitchen to find you.

You’re perched on the counter when he walks in, your feet kicking lightly beneath you. You’re staring down at your knees until you hear Peter’s sleepy voice gently calling your name, and your head picks up to look at him.

He’s got nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants on, and your eyes trail down his bare chest for a moment before you catch yourself. You always seem to forget how fit he is under his clothes, how the lines of his abs cut through his stomach in a way that somehow still makes him look soft, but never ever weak.

You flick your eyes back up to his face and hope the dark had kept your ogling hidden. “Shit, Peter. Did I wake you? Sorry-”

“No, you didn’t,” he says, walking over to lean back on the island in front of you. “My, uh, senses did. Wanted to see if something was wrong.”

Peter’s arm flexes as he scratches the back of his neck—a nervous habit of his you’ve picked up on—and your heart squeezes a bit at the thought of him caring enough to be nervous around you.

Your feet have stopped their kicking now, your hands squeezing the edge of the countertop instead, “oh. I’m okay. Just couldn’t sleep.”

Peter knows about your trouble sleeping (you share a bathroom, after all, and he’s seen your meds in there), and all he wants to do is help you in any way he can. It’s all he ever wants to do, really.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asks, fingers drumming on the countertop behind him. “Help you take your mind off things, maybe.”

“I don’t want to keep you up, too, Pete.”

“What if I want to stay up with you, honey?”

He’s called you ‘honey’ before, but something about the way it comes out now, all sweet and deeper with sleep, has your stomach rolling. How could you say no after that?

Peter let you lead him into your room, waiting for you to get in bed first to be sure not to take your preferred side. He slides in next to you as you reach for your laptop and pick a movie. He’s grateful you’re not the one with the superhuman hearing, because if you were, you’d be able to pick up on the way his heart’s racing right now.

Sure, you’ve cuddled on your couch before, even taken naps together there, but being in bed with you feels different. More intimate. Peter likes it a little too much.

And when a couple minutes into the movie, you shift closer and rest your head on his shoulder, he thinks that nothing’s ever felt so good.

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THE TEACHER- J.B BARNES, P.B PARKER

Pairing: Best friend! Bucky x Fem! Reader, Roommate! Peter x Fem Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Request(s): “can you do please write a piece where you reveal to bucky that you never touched yourself because you don’t know how so he shows you and it’s filled with praise and good girl pls?”

“experienced peter parker overhears his best friend/roommate with what sounds like a vibrator. he goes to investigate, and confirms she has a new toy, but doesn’t know how to use it right. he offers her a better one from his own collection to help her out when she asks him to teach her how to use it…”

Warnings: masturbation, vibrator used, fingering, praise kink, pet names, breeding kink, swearing, overstimulation...

You were shy. Bucky knew that, you knew that. It had taken a lot of courage to act on your feelings, pulling out the strength to tell your best friend what you needed, how you needed it. 

Anytime you had tried to get the words out, they had fallen flat in your mouth, tasting stale as you stumbled around them. The two of you had slowly been establishing a relationship, something closer than ‘just friends’, and it was scary to you. 

Frightening. It was new, and foreign and it made you flustered.

 After endless nights he had come over to hang out, there had been kisses stolen between bites of home cooked meals, arms wrapping around your body whenever you read to him, his hands finding their way to touch and squeeze your skin in a way that was more than friendly. 

But you enjoyed it. Craved it- really. 

So when he had asked if he was allowed to touch you, allowed to kiss more than just your lips and cheeks, you had agreed happily. Though your cheeks burned hot, you had vocalized to him that you wanted it. 

But you were inexperienced. 

“You’ve never been touched before angelface?” he asked softly, doe eyes wide and sparkling as he peered down at you. 

No, you had shaken your head, fingers reaching to grab any part of him you could reach. 

“Have you touched yourself?”

 “No. And I know it’s so silly I just feel so.. I don’t really know. I don’t know what to do.” you confessed, wanting to dig your head into the mattress like an ostrich. 

But he just smiled, seeming more excited if anything. “Oh honey it's okay! I’ll teach you, mkay? You just lay back and be a pretty girl for me yea?” 

You nodded, head spinning. This was seriously happening. Bucky was here, and he was caressing you like silk. 

“Theres no need to be embarrassed or nervous. I’m here now, okay? I’m here to take care of you.” he murmured, gazing down on you like you were his next meal, licking his lips in delight.

 “Thank you Bucky.” you sighed, leaning into his touch. “Good girl.” 

His hand reached for yours, the other parting your legs wider apart. The cool air sent shivers down your spine, a pressure churning at your lower abdomen. 

“You’re just going to put these two fingers right here okay? It’ll feel so nice.” he smiled, hand guiding yours, helping you slip past your soaked folds to ease your smaller fingers inside of you. 

“Oh!” you whimpered as you slipped them in, feeling your soft walls around the digits. “There we go, atta girl.” 

“It feels so nice.” you confessed, head lolling against the pillow- anxiety fading away with every little praise he slipped you. “Yea? Put your thumb right here angelface, and roll little circles mkay?” 

You jolted as he tapped your clit with the tip of his finger, watching your mouth part into a little O as you began to rub it. 

“You're so sensitive aren't you baby? Just wait till I’m inside you eh?”

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Peter heard you from the kitchen, clear as day. It was almost as if you weren’t even trying to hide it, unaware he was home. He had already made his presence known, slamming his keys down on the counter, shuffling around the kitchen without a care in the world. 

He had heard the little machine buzzing from behind the closed door, little whimpers escaping your lips. He groaned, gripping the counter until his knuckles were vampire white, doing everything in his power to hold himself back from what he was about to do. 

But the two of you were roommates. It was only fair to himself he checked in on you, for a noise complaint. 

Adjusting himself in his jeans, he wasted no time bolting to your bedroom door, peeking it open a crack. The sight before him nearly had him falling to his knees. Your back arched, legs parted as you murmured sweet nothings into the side of your pillow.

 “Whatcha got there?” he asked, slipping into your bedroom, making you jump. “Oh god I’m-” 

“Well don’t stop now pretty girl, I was enjoying the show! Don’t get all shy on me now.” he cooed, arms crossing as he slumped back against the doorframe, smirk wide on his face. 

The prick, you thought, turning off your sanctuary for the night- embarrassed you had got caught, even if it was from Peter. He had heard you before, there was no doubt about it. You wanted him to hear. And you had seen your fair share of his hand wrapped around his cock, fist fucking myself to spill on his stomach. That image made your head spin, always on a constant loop. 

“I don’t even know how to use it properly. Don’t get it twisted smartass.” you quipped, making his eyes widen. 

You didn’t know how to work it? That wouldn't do for him.

 “Stay here.” 

“Pete-”

 “Stay.” he commanded, voice stern as he stared your body down, watching your chest rapidly rise and fall. His room was only a couple of strides from yours, and it took him next to no time with his long legs, shoving open his door to reveal the mess that was his room.

 Bolting right for the nightstand drawer, he revealed his collection of toys he kept on handy, just in case anything came up. And now, something had come up. He grabbed the pretty pink one, the one he had been dying to use on you. It was all he could think about for days, catching his eye the second he saw it. Tonight was the perfect chance for him to experiment on you, make you cry out his name in ecstasy right underneath him.

 “Peter?” you called softly from your room, startling him from his daydreams. You were still perched on your bed, right where he left you. Your eyes widened as you took note of the toy gleaming in his hand, coaxing at you.

 “May I?” he asked, to which you nodded. You shimmed back on your elbows to your pillow, watching as he sat on your sheets, fingers dancing across your legs, luring them to spread for him. 

“Can- can you teach me?” you asked shyly. It was music to his ears. He smiled, that sweet, charming smile that you saw him use so often to other girls, that you had so desperately wanted on you. 

You craved his attention like a drug. It was intoxicating when he gave you those little spurts of validation throughout the day, making you want it even more. 

“ ‘Course sweetheart. Can you tell me what you were thinking about beforehand?” he asked sweetly, hand dipping down to push your knees apart, unfolding you like a present.

 “You.” His eyebrow raised. “What about me?” 

“Just, your cock. N’ just… filling me until I’m drooling.” you shyly confessed, covering your burning cheeks with your hands as he chuckled. 

“Awh baby. Isn't that so sweet? You want me to breed you yea?”

 “Soo much.”

 Peter flicked the toy on, the soft buzzing noise causing your toes to curl. “M gonna fill you up till your leaking out of that pretty little princess cunt angel. And then I’m gonna shove it right back in.” 

The sensation of the toy brushing your clit made you whimper, hips bucking as he teased you. 

“You gotta use it on your clit. Cause that's where it's most sensitive.” he cooed, faux pity dripping off each syllable as your eyes widened, moaning his name. 

Your hands slid down to shove him away, the sensation overbearing but he held you still. “S’too much!” you whimpered, causing him to smile even wider. 

“Oh but baby I still have so many things to teach you!”

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Brutal

Pairing: Avengers x Singer-Songwriter!Stark!Reader (platonic/family)

Word Count: 1,220

Warnings: Swearing, no specific age is given for reader, but she's between 18 and 21. Probably bad writing, heavy dialogue, song lyrics… Idk if half of those are warnings, but that’s what I’ve got.

A/N: This isn’t going to be the best thing I’ve written by a long shot. This whole thing is just like a daydream I have sometimes and I was encouraged to just write it out because maybe that would help me unclog the writers block. Honestly, I’ve just been drained lately and I don’t have the energy to be creative, so I’m cranking this thing out in the hopes that it’ll spark something. I’d call this a crack fic but I don’t know if it’s unhinged enough to qualify.

Song Reference: Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo

gif by jameschildress

As the daughter of Tony Stark, you had been in the spotlight your entire life. So when you announced that you would be releasing your debut album as a musician, the internet was hyped up immediately. You didn’t need to promote it at all, but you still released small clips on social media and dropped a single before the release of the album.

The Avengers are close to you, they’re your big found family… But when they asked to listen to the album before the official release, you still said no. Obviously, they continued to ask and even attempted to bribe you, but you were adamant that they would have to wait like everyone else.

Finally, the album dropped. To celebrate, everyone gathered in the common area while you set up a camera to record their reactions as you all listened. In the living room sat your father, Pepper, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, Thor, Bruce, Clint, and Wanda. The “extended” team members like Peter Parker, the Guardians of the Galaxy, Carol, and Dr. Strange were listening on their own and simply texting you their thoughts.

“Okay, guys. Get your snacks and stuff now because I’m not going to wait ten minutes in between songs for you to grab something,” Tony bosses, completely impatient.

You chuckle, “You do know that I’m controlling the music, right?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll have Friday override the speakers if I have to.”

“Alright, are we ready yet? Yelena is already trying to text me about it and I don’t want spoilers,” Natasha complains from her spot on one of the couches, bowl of popcorn in hand.

“Yeah, yeah, settle down.” Once everyone is sat, you take your spot on a stool by the camera, “Okay, if you need me to pause or rewind, raise your hand or something. Or listen to it again later on your own. I’ll pause between songs so you can get your comments and questions out. Sound good?”

Sam waves his hand, “We got it, just play it already, we’re tired of waiting.”

“Patience, Samuel. Alright, the first song is called ‘Brutal’.” You press play on your phone, which is bluetooth connected to the speakers in the room.

The song opens with classical instrumental music, surprising the group. They’ve heard the clips released on your social media, and this doesn’t seem to fit at all.

I want it to be, like, messy.

Suddenly the music is louder and faster paced, taking on a more punk rock sound. Tony grins wide, “That’s my kid!”

I’m so insecure, I think

That I’ll die before I drink

And I’m so caught up in the news

Of who likes me, and who hates you

And I’m so tired that I might

Quit my job, start a new life

And they’d all be so disappointed

‘Cause who am I, if not exploited?

Reactions across the room are mixed. Bucky and Steve look a little thrown off, not used to this type of music. Tony looks prouder than ever. Pepper and Sam look proud, but you can tell they’re not sure what to think about the tone of it. Natasha and Clint have “I told you so” written all over their faces. Thor is enthusiastic and smiling wide. And Bruce and Wanda seem to be trying to dissect and analyze the lyrics as they listen.

And I’m so sick of seventeen

Where’s my fucking teenage dream?

“Language,” slips from Steve before he can stop himself. “Also, you’re not seventeen anymore?”

“I wrote it a while ago and I decided to leave it like that. I wanted it to be truthful to where I was in my life when I wrote it.” The group nods as the song continues.

If someone tells me one more time

“Enjoy your youth,” I’m gonna cry

And I don’t stick up for myself

I’m anxious and nothing can help

And I wish I’d done this before

And I wish people liked me more

“Awe, sweetheart,” Wanda frowns. Everyone seems conflicted. Like they’re unsure whether they should be banging their heads or offering you hugs.

All I did was try my best

This the kind of thanks I get?

Unrelentlessly upset (ah, ah, ah)

They say these are the golden years

But I wish I could disappear

Ego crush is so severe

God, it’s brutal out here

You frown at how the mood was brought down by the lyrics. Quickly, you pause. “Guys, stop that. This is supposed to be a fun song.”

“It is fun, but you’re my daughter, of course I’m going to be concerned,” Tony pouts. “Why didn’t you talk to me about this stuff?”

“Because I didn’t feel like I needed to. I get these feelings out in therapy and in my songs, so it’s not like I’m bottling it in. I have some healthy coping mechanisms.”

Bruce takes the opportunity to speak up. “Some?”

“Nobody’s perfect, Bruce. You guys don’t need to know everything.” You chuckle to diffuse the tension, but resume the music before anyone can argue.

I feel like no one wants me

And I hate the way I’m perceived

I only have two real friends

And lately, I’m a nervous wreck

‘Cause I love people I don’t like

And I hate every song I write

And I’m not cool and I’m not smart

And I can’t even parallel park

“Are we not your friends?” Thor pouts, genuinely sad.

“You guys don’t count. You’re family.” That answer seems to appease them, but they’re clearly still concerned. The chorus plays once more before the music starts to wind down.

Got a broken ego, broken heart

God, I don’t even know where to start

The song ends, so you pause before the next one automatically starts. “What did you guys think?” You wait nervously for their response. They mean a lot to you, so you want them to like your music.

“I loved it, but the lyrics are kinda sad when I think about them…” Pepper admits cautiously, not wanting you to think she didn’t like it.

You give her a nervous smile, “I’m gonna be honest. Some of the stuff on here is sad. Some of it is probably gonna upset you… I don’t tell you guys everything, and there are some things in here that you guys don’t know about. I’m sorry about that; but the last thing I want is for you guys to pity me or anything like that.” Chuckling, you attempt to lighten the mood. “I’m an angsty girl. In this album I get a little sad, a little angry, a little petty, but try not to get too heartbroken over it. Please?”

“No promises, kid. We’re your family. We’re absolutely going to get protective.” Sam grins, keeping his comment lighthearted, even though he means every word.

“Fine, I’ll take it.”

Steve raises his hand patiently, “Are all of the songs this… upbeat?” He asks, unsure of what to call the sound.

“No, some of them slow down. But some of them are more punk like this. I won’t give you a heart attack.” He laughs at your joke, rolling his eyes.

“Okay, I think we’re ready for the next one,” Clint says, causing the others to nod. “Hit us with it!”

You laugh, pulling up your music app. “Okay, okay. Here we go…”

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Ultimate Universe #1 (2023) and some Ultimate Invasion Thoughts (Spoilers!)

            So, I just read the new Ultimate Universe One Shot by Jonathan Hickman. If you have not read it and you’re interested in reading it, then maybe don’t read this. I’m also going to talk about Ultimate Invasion for a bit so if you haven’t read that then definitely don’t read this. I also will only show images from Ultimate Invasion since this title just came out today and I feel like you should be able to buy it without the insides of it getting spoiled to you too much. I recommend reading both Ultimate Invasion and Ultimate Universe by the way.

            I really like this Ultimate Universe One Shot. I like the idea that Tony Stark and Reed Richards are trying to use this time where the Maker is trapped (maybe dead) in his city of tomorrow to undo the damage he has done to this universe. For reference this is what he has done to Universe 6160 (The New Ultimate Universe) from issue #2 of Secret Invasion:

He basically recreated this Universe so that he can be the ruler of it, and he methodically erased, destroyed, and imprisoned the heroes of this universe. Leaving only the people he deemed to be useful to him and his idea of this new world. I thought this was a pretty interesting idea to have the Maker pretty much invade and infiltrate this universe to create a new Ultimate Universe; but also, I felt that as a reboot of the Ultimate Universe that this premise felt pretty messy.

With that being said, I do like the idea that this version of Tony and Reed are trying to fix these changes that the Maker has made to this world. In this issue, we see them taking a container with little trinkets of what the Maker has changed in this world. One of them being a cryogenically frozen spider. I’m assuming it’s the same one that was supposed to bite Peter Parker in the first issue of Secret Invasion. I’ll talk about Spider-Man more later, but I will say this: if Tony and Reed are undoing the Maker’s actions wouldn’t it be better for them to go back in time and undo those changes during the time, they happened rather than them getting these trinkets and these people and undoing the actions of the Maker in their present time?

 In Ultimate Invasion #4 Tony and Reed actually go back in time to retrieve Captain America’s body from the glacier he’s trapped in, and they put him in their present time and they’re trying to unfreeze him now. Meaning that they’re the reason why the Maker couldn’t find Steve’s body in Ultimate Invasion #2 (see the last pages up top). Now my question is this: Is the reason why they can’t change what happened during the time they were changed because they might see the Maker? Like they can’t change the Maker’s universe alterations because it’ll screw up their timeline and the maker would know that they’re up to something? That’s why they can retrieve Steve because he was already supposed to be gone and taken by them. I kind of hate time travel stories because they tend to be really messy and hard to keep up with, so I really hope we get a better explanation of these events. If somebody wants to tell me what they think that’ll be great. Here’s the pages where they found Steve Rogers in Ultimate Invasion #4:

Anyways, I really like this new version of Ultimate Thor who seems to have been imprisoned and tortured by this universe’s Loki, who is now the King of Asgard because of the Maker’s alterations. There also seems to be something more going on with Lady Sif and Thor. I think they were married or have a more personal relationship rather than just being a prisoner and a guard. I’m looking forward to seeing more of them. I also want to know what Asgardians are capable of in this new universe.

Also, I’m still really invested in what will happen to Tony Stark in this Universe. The way it’s being presented, it seems that he will turn into this universe’s Kang because he literally calls himself Iron Lad instead of Iron Man. Although, if I remember correctly, the mythos of Iron Lad in the Main 616 universe involves him being an unsure way towards Kang, so maybe Jonathan Hickman is trying to say that this Tony Stark can become Kang but also, he may not turn into Kang. If he plays his cards correctly then maybe he can fully restore this universe to what it actually was supposed to be rather than what the Maker has made it to be. Although, all signs point to him being Kang because when Howard Stark took off Kang’s mask in Ultimate Invasion #4, he looks shocked and disappointed. I really hope there is an answer to all these events and whether or not this universe can be restored and revived from the Maker’s alterations. Here's some panels from Ultimate Invasion #4 hinting that Tony Stark may become Kang:

Howard Unmasking Kang:

Tony Stark Calling Himself Iron Lad:

In regard to Peter Parker, the Ultimate Spider-Man of this Universe:

            We get some hints to him in this book, we actually see Aunt May and Norman Osborn’s names in the list of the potential casualties of the blast that happens in this book. I hope they’re not dead to be honest. I’m kind of hoping that Tony did something to save everyone from that blast because if you look at that panel in the comic his Arc Reactor/ Immortus Engine glows when they figure out that they were going to get hit by the beam. If they are dead, then I’m really interested in how that affects Peter in this universe. Also, it seems that this comic confirms that he is going to get bitten by the spider as an adult rather than them coming back in time and having him get bitten as a teen, which I don’t know what I feel about it yet. I honestly would have liked to have seen Peter get bitten as a teen in this universe so that in the new Ultimate Spider-Man book he’ll be a more experienced Spider-Man rather than an adult Peter Parker trying to figure out his powers, which is where I think this is leading to. Although, if he does get bitten as an adult with a wife and kids, that would be pretty interesting to see as well. How would he juggle being a superhero and his personal life if he has more responsibilities in his personal life now more than ever? It doesn’t sound bad, but I just prefer him having his powers at a young age and then growing up becoming a better and more responsible Spider-Man.

            I really don’t know where Jonathan Hickman is going with all of this right now. I’m interested in what he’s shown me so far. Although, I also have a lot of stuff that I don’t like. For example, the time travel shenanigans of this universe feels a little too messy. I want to see what his resolution is for all of this. I’m really excited to see what becomes of this universe. I want to know more about Ultimate Thor and Ultimate Lady Sif. I want to see how and if Tony becomes Kang. I want to see what’s going to happen to the Reed Richard/Doom of this universe. I also want to know what happened to the Maker and Howard Stark. It seems unsure at the moment if they’re dead or alive or just simply trapped there. Also, I really want to know what the Ultimate Illuminati does in this universe. it seems like they're going to fight one another now that the maker is gone. I also want to know who the silhouette we saw at the end of the book was, the one that’s shrouded in green smoke. My thought was that it was Norman Osborn as the Green Goblin because of the green smoke, but it could also be Black Panther because the silhouette looks like the new version of Ultimate Black Panther’s costume. It’s probably going to be Black Panther more than it is Norman. Also, I like the little preview we got of Ultimate X-Men so I might pick that up. It has a unique look and I have no clue how different it’s going to be to the X-Men we’ve been used to.

            Thanks for reading this. Tell me if I got anything wrong or if you have any thoughts about this new Ultimate Universe. Also, what do you guys think of the time travel and the alterations that the Maker made in this universe? Do you guys think we’ll ever get the original Ultimate Universe back?

[khalixascorner]

Foundations Pt 2

Summary: After agreeing to let Tony take care of him, they have to establish the foundations of this strange new dynamic. Peter stumbles a bit along the way, but Tony's there to catch him. Part 2 of the Priorities Series.

Tags: Slow Burn, Like so slow it's glacial, Still technically pre slash here, Platonic BDSM, for now, Dom Tony Stark, Sub Peter Parker, Friday and Karen gossip

Read on AO3 Part 1

Tony didn’t do anything else that night, just dropped Peter at home and promised to be back the next day. Peter didn’t realize he meant first thing in the morning, and it was strange to wake up to someone else in the apartment again after living alone for so long. 

Tony had just laughed when Peter had crept out to the living room, web shooters on his wrists.

“Well, at least you’re taking your security a bit more seriously,” Tony said, his face warm. “Not that it’ll be necessary when I’m done.”

“Done, sir?” Peter asked, not nearly awake enough for the amount of energy Tony seemed to have.

“Installing a security system,” Tony replied matter of factly. “It’s only temporary, but you’re only here for another month or two, and then it’s summer break anyway. We’ll do the major remodels then. Well, assuming you want to stay at this apartment.”

Tony glanced at Peter then, and he could only nod.

“It’s nice, a good distance from school, and the extra rooms are nice if anyone comes to stay,” Peter explained, ignoring the ache in his chest at how empty those rooms really were. He didn’t like the idea of giving them up though, because it was too much like admitting that they were really gone and that no one would ever come visit again.

Tony’s gaze felt like it saw straight through to his core, and Peter fought the defensive feeling it provoked.

“Well, we have time to figure out exactly what we want to change,” Tony said, brushing past Peter to head to the kitchenette. “But first, food. Come on, kid, I know that spidery metabolism of yours probably needs more calories than the average human.”

Objectively, Peter knew Tony was probably right, but he was so used to hiding what made him different that it felt off to have three times as much food piled up on his plate.

“I– this is too much,” he protested but Tony just pointed even as he took a bite of his own food. The stern glare quickly had Peter digging in, trying to ignore the flush that rose to his face.

“Pete, you have to eat, kid, and if Karen and Friday’s numbers are right, you aren’t eating enough,” Tony said, his voice gentler than Peter had expected. “Look– eat first, then we’ll talk, alright? And don’t be ashamed about eating your fill. Your body needs fuel or you can’t be at the top of your game.”

Peter nodded and continued eating, though he barely tasted it. The anxiety that “we’ll talk” always caused made it far too difficult to actually enjoy anything.

Finally, though, the plates were cleared and Tony sat across from him at the kitchen table.

“Alright, kid, ground rules I suppose first,” Tony said. “Rule #1 is you do what I say. I told you from the start that I need to be in control. When I tell you to do something, you do it. If you need clarification, you can ask, and then you do it. Capiche?”

“Yes, sir,” Peter said, though he couldn’t fully hide the hesitation in his voice. Tony must have picked up on it as well because he gave Peter a wry smile.

“I’m not going to ask you to murder people, kid,” Tony said with a huff. “I’m going to take care of you, and yeah, that means sometimes it’ll be telling you things you don’t want to hear, like slow down or take more time to rest. But it’s only because I’ve been there. I know what it’s like to be a genius and have no support system, to spiral with no one to stop you because there’s no one there to really see you.”

Peter felt the heat coming off of his cheeks as he flushed. Tony always seemed to cut right to the heart of things. It made him feel vulnerable, like he was being peeled apart and laid bare for Tony to see.

“Kid- Peter, look at me,” Tony said firmly, and Peter raised his eyes. “I won’t let you crash and burn like I did. I’ll take care of it all, but that’s going to mean trusting me to do what’s right by you. This only works if you’re willing to at least give me that.”

Peter’s chest felt tight, but despite that, despite the past hurt and abandonment, despite everything, Peter did trust Tony. Maybe not to be by his side forever and never leave him again, but at least to try to do right by him.

“I-I do. I can- I’ll listen,” Peter said, stumbling over the words. “I trust you, sir.”

“Good. Thank you for that,” Tony said, his eyes gentler for a minute before returning to the firm set of before. “Alright so rule 1, you do what I say. Rule 2, you check in with me. I want a text in the morning and a call at night before bed. If our schedules don’t line up for a call, I’ll let you know by dinner, and you can text me instead but I want to know that you’re doing ok and if anything comes up.”

Peter nodded his consent. It felt a little childish if he was being honest but he had agreed to trust Tony on this so he’d do it.

“Last rule for now, you will take care of yourself,” Tony said, his eyes dead serious as he held Peter’s gaze. “What that means is minimum 6 hours of sleep at night, eating enough for that metabolism of yours, and homework done before spidering. Your first job is school, and anything extra goes in your extra time.”

Peter opened his mouth to protest, only for the words to catch in his throat at Tony’s stern look.

“Sleep, eat, and don’t overdo it,” the older man repeated. “That’s not unreasonable. Any questions?”

“No, sir,” Peter replied meekly. The urge to argue was still there, beneath the surface, but he ignored it. Tony was right, it wasn’t unreasonable, and he didn’t even know why he wanted to argue about it.

“Good. Let’s get to work then,” Tony said, clapping his hands. “We’ll order your new furniture first then start on the security install. I want to get the system installed before the delivery gets here.”

“Delivery?”

“Same-day, of course. Can’t have you going without furniture for another week or something ridiculous,” Tony said, pulling out a tablet and flicking the holograms up. “So, what do you think? Did you like the set up before or are you feeling up for a change?”

“The set before was fine,” Peter said weakly. Tony gave him a pointed look, and Peter’s shoulders slumped. “It really was fine, sir, but I suppose the couch was a little firm. And I always ran into the table.”

“Got it,” Tony said, the tablet auto filtering as Friday took Peter’s comments and started narrowing down the furniture sets. “What about color? Preference?”

“Ah, blue or gray I guess?” Peter said and more sets filtered out. Tony flicked through them before finally settling on one and telling Friday to order it.

“Alright, that’s done. Now let's get the security system put up,” Tony said, bouncing off the seat and grabbing a huge box. “Chop chop, little spider. Dum E’s back at the lab so you’re tool duty.”

Peter quickly fell into the rhythm of handing Tony tools and parts as the older man put sensors on every entryway, plus a few cameras in the main rooms. Once they were installed, Tony pulled out another box of parts, and this time they found themselves back in Peter’s room.

“Alright, kid, we’re gonna install a server node for Karen to work off of,” Tony said, heading straight for Peter’s closet. “It’s not as good as fully integrated, but it will let her network into the cameras and sensors we put up. We didn’t install any speakers so you’ll need to keep a phone or something nearby for her to tap into if you want her to be able to respond.”

Peter hesitated, wondering for a moment if he should point out that his phone was practically ancient at this point and the battery didn’t stay charged. His computer had bit the bullet freshman year, so after Ned moved out, he just went to the computer lab.

Before he could brush it off entirely, Tony’s words from earlier floated through his head. He had told Tony he trusted him and Tony had explicitly said he wanted to know when there were problems so he could handle them. Whether this constituted a problem or not wasn’t up to Peter.

“Ah, sir, that may be a problem,” Peter said softly.

Tony popped his head out of the closet, giving Peter a curious look.

“My computer died last year and my phone’s battery has been on the fritz for a while so it doesn’t work well unless it’s plugged in,” Peter admitted, fighting the ever present embarrassment that came with being the poor kid in class, the poor kid on campus. Anything his scholarships didn’t cover had always been out of reach, so he had learned to not even ask, but it still made him feel inadequate when forced to vocalize it. “So if you want Karen to have a connection point, we’ll probably need a different option or something.”

His eyes dropped under Tony’s measuring gaze, though he could still feel the weight of the older man’s attention. Peter heard movement but still didn’t look up at Tony as the man stepped out of the closet and closer to Peter.

“Kid, there’s no shame in not having things or asking for them when you need them,” Tony said firmly. When Peter just nodded, he huffed. “Look at me, Peter.”

Slowly, Peter lifted his eyes again, not quite knowing what to expect. He felt his heart stutter a bit when all he saw was understanding and compassion in Tony’s eyes.

“I’ve never been in your shoes, so I’m not going to lie and say I understand how it feels, but kid, I mean it,” Tony said seriously. “You’ve made the best out of the situation and there’s no shame in that.”

Warmth blossomed in Peter’s chest and also across his cheeks.

"Rhodey was the same way when I met him,” Tony added. “And we butted heads a lot until we found our groove for what I was allowed to take care of for him too. So thank you for telling me now, and I’ll take care of that too.”

“Ok, thank you, sir,” Peter said, flushing at the measuring look Tony gave him. The air between them was heavy and Peter felt like he couldn’t breathe. Then Tony blinked and was moving again. He slipped back into the closet, already talking to Friday about ordering things and muttering to himself about uplinks while Peter tried to remember how to function.

They finished the install just as the furniture delivery arrived. His old things were removed and the new installed faster than Peter had ever seen. The new set up left more room open, which was nice, but it still felt weird as Peter looked around.

“Alright, drones should be here soon with the last bit of tech,” Tony said after he returned from seeing the delivery crew out. “Anything else we need to address? Questions, concerns, the works?”

“I- no, sir. This is already so much,” Peter said, overwhelmed. He didn’t know that he could take even more upheaval.

Tony hummed and nodded, “Yeah, I suppose this is a lot to just jump in with. Alright, I’ll leave it here for today. Friday’s already set up the computer and phone, same number and everything. Since I saw you today, you don’t have to call tonight. Just shoot me a text when you’re heading to bed and let me know if everything went alright.”

“Ok, I will, sir,” Peter promised. He looked at Tony awkwardly, not sure what was next or how to break the strange tension that was hovering between them again.

Luckily, Tony had things well in hand, drawing Peter in for a firm but short hug.

“Stay out of trouble, kid, and text me if you need anything,” Tony said before showing himself out. 

Peter could only nod mutely, stuck between wanting to run away and wanting to beg him to come back and hug him again.

Peter was still contemplating the extreme reaction when his computer and phone arrived. They were top of the line, which he should have expected but was still thrown by. After playing with them a bit, he closed everything out, including his google search that pointedly explained what being touch starved was- and wasn’t that embarrassing. With a sigh, he decided to head to bed early, mind exhausted from the day. But first, he sent his text to Tony.

Heading to bed early tonight. Thank you again, for everything Mr. Stark. -PP

[ravagedarkness]

Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 12: Let Me In

When we left the shop, we chose a direction and just walked. It wasn’t exactly the most exciting start to our hang out, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“So, how was your day?” I asked.

“It was okay, I guess,” MJ replied plainly. She took a moment to grab a strand of hair from the front of her face and tuck it behind her ear. “I just had class and work. I hung out with Ned and Betty during lunch. And… I had to curb Brad… again.”

“I’m guessing he’s a guy at school?” I looked at her with a look of curiosity, trying to act like I didn’t know who he was.

“Yeah, he is.” She grimaced. “A lot of people say that he’s a nice guy… and he does seem like it. But I can’t help but get the feeling that there’s something underneath all of that, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, you know?”

“I see.” I myself frowned, remembering the trip to Europe and how Brad tried to sabotage my chances with MJ. He was quite the tool, maybe even more of a tool than Flash, if only because Flash was at least open with his jerkiness.

“So, prior to you becoming an American Idiot, what does a normal day in the life of Peter Parker look like?” MJ asked, looking at me.

“Well… I get up, eat breakfast sometimes,” I began as I looked up towards the sky. “I clean up around the apartment. Then I head out to GED class, go through that. I stop by the coffee shop to meet the number one barista in the world.” I glanced as her just in time to see her roll her eyes. “I go home, study and do homework, maybe watch something on YouTube, then go to bed to do it all over again.”

“Real exciting stuff there,” MJ deadpanned. “Why do I feel like Ned and I saved you from a life of boredom?”

“Because you did.” I said this in an ambiguous tone.

“I don’t even know if you’re being sarcastic or sincere.”

“The sad thing is neither do I.”

We went quiet again for a bit. We then stopped at an intersection and looked both ways.

“So, what made you choose Peter Pan for your caffeine and sweets addiction?” MJ inquired.

“Well, when I moved to Manhattan, I asked a couple of people where there was a good spot for coffee, and Peter Pan came up,” I lied. “It was a bit out of the way, to say the least. But I figured I'd give the place a shot. Ever since the first cup, I figured it was as good as any place to make it my go-to. I’m happy I did.” I decided to change the subject. I knew I could only lie to MJ for so long before she asked the one question that could make me lose my composure. “So, want to like, head to Central Park or something?”

“I’d rather not,” MJ said. “There’s a whole sad story behind that place. You know, there was a neighborhood called Seneca Village that was…” She trailed off. “Sorry, I’m not trying to sour the mood.”

“No, please, keeping going,” I said in earnest. “I like hearing bits of dark trivia from you…” I trailed off for a moment as I looked down at the ground in thought.

Sour, I mused internally. Sour… wait…

“But, tell me on the subway,” I said suddenly as I looked up at her. “I got an idea.”

MJ narrowed her eyes. “Where are we going?”

“Red Hook.”

“…Okay, I know we didn’t make any set plans, but… why?”

“Remember that video Ned sent to the group chat the other day?”

“The one with that wrestler Big E? Yes, I….” Her eyes went wide. She then laughed as she shook her head. “No. No! Absolutely not!”

“Come on,” I pleaded. “It’ll be fun!”

MJ held up her index fingers at me as she stepped back, shaking her head. “Peter, I know certain things about me are morbid, but my set of taste buds isn’t one of them! And that thing in that video… that is just weird!”

I tilted my head and pouted, trying to give her a puppy-eyed look. “Then let’s be weird together.”

MJ looked back at me, clearly unimpressed. “You’re not cute.”

“You’re right. I’m adorable.”

MJ drew her lips into her mouth and closed her eyes. She was trying not to laugh, and she succeeded for the most part, even though her shoulders were quivering. After she took a breath, she opened her eyes and sighed.

“Fine,” she said in a defeated tone. She then made a tsk sound. “But you’re paying.”

“Sounds good to me.”

We made our way to the nearest subway station and took the train to Brooklyn Heights. During the ride, I listened to MJ as she told me the story behind Central Park. It was dreary. It showed a very disgusting side of humanity and the history of New York City.

“You know, sometimes we forget how blessed we are,” MJ said at the end of it. I looked at her curiously.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Like nowadays, we have heroes that are willing to stay local instead of just going off to be a part of The Avengers or some other super team to fight abroad or take on a threat that threatens the world or universe.” She looked at me. “People like Spider-Man, Shadowcat, and Frictor… Luke Cage, Daredevil, Iron Fist, and Jessica Jones… even The Punisher, to an extent. We have heroes that are willing to help out the little guy. Back then, Seneca Village didn’t have that. Imagine if they did. Maybe we’d be looking at a different kind of New York.”

I remained quiet. Little did she know that I was an Avenger for all of a few days (not counting Blip Years). I couldn’t leave the city behind if I wanted to. So many times I wanted to quit, and yet whenever I came close to doing so, something would happen that made me think about what could have happened if I wasn’t there.

“You’re right,” I finally said.

Once we got off at Brooklyn Heights, we ascended to ground level and took the bus to Red Hook. Once there, we made a walk through the streets until we arrived at a certain bodega.

“Red Hook Food Corp,” I said as I read the sign. I nodded. “This is the place.” I looked over at MJ. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” MJ replied in a very not excited tone. “If I get the bubble guts, you’re paying for Pepto Bismol, too.”

“Fair enough.”

I stepped up to the door and opened it, allowing MJ to enter first. I walked in after her, we both walked up to the counter, which was being manned by none other than Rahim Mohamed – more famously known as General Ock.

“Hey guys,” he greeted happily. I walked up to the counter.

“Hello,” I greeted. I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry if this is a weird question but… do you happen to have Booty O’s in stock?”

“Sure do, boss. I tend to keep a box at the deli.” He then looked back and forth between me and MJ. “Can’t say I’ve seen you guys around. You’re new to the neighborhood?”

“Visiting actually,” MJ said. “We're from Queens.”

“And you two came all the way here for some Booty O’s?”

“No… well… technically yes… but we were hoping that we could get two Big E style Chopped Cheeses – The Ocky Way, of course,” I explained.

At that, Ock smiled. “Suuuuuuure, suuuuuure!”

About twenty minutes later, we left the shop. After that, I called up an Uber had the driver drop us off at Brooklyn Bridge Park. From there, we walked over to the Granite Prospect and took a seat.

“Well, now that we’re actually seated, we can finally try these,” I said happily as I pulled one of the chopped cheeses out of the bag and handed it to MJ.

“YAAAAY!” MJ deadpanned as she took the sandwich. I took my own out of the bag before I slowly unwrapped the foil from around it. “Seriously, Peter, look at the size of these things!” She wasn’t lying. Each of our sandwiches had four pieces of buttered and grilled bread with multiple layers of chopped up and seasoned burger patties, mozzarella sticks, bacon, and, of course, cheese. But, it had spinach and radicchio lettuce, so it balanced out, right?

“Yeah, this is going to be the biggest thing I ever put in my mouth.” I paused for a moment, realizing how that sounded. I then gave MJ a sideways look. She had a mischievous smirk on her face.

“Ditto,” she replied. I snorted out a laugh. I watched as she unwrapped her sandwich. She shook her head. “I’m really about to eat this monstrosity and I can’t help but feel for the toilet I’m likely going to wreak havoc on in the morning.” She looked at me. “This better be the best thing ever.”

“Only one way to find out,” I chuckled out. I held my sandwich out towards her. “Cheers.”

She lightly tapped her sandwich against mines. “Cheers.”

After that, we both bit into our sandwiches. I chewed for a while. After swallowing, I had a smile on my face as I nodded in approval. I looked over at MJ, who didn’t look disgusted.

“Okay, I’ll admit it, this was the move,” MJ conceded.

We ate in silence for a while. Once we were done eating, I pulled out two cans of Arizona Iced Tea from the bag and handed one to her. We then got up and took a stroll through the park for a bit, drinking our teas silently as we just took in the ambience. After some time, we found a bench to sit on.

“Thank you for asking me to hang out tonight,” MJ murmured. “I had a great time.”

“Thanks for obliging me,” I responded quietly. “I had a great time, too.”

“I was surprised you asked me out, to be honest.” She looked out towards East River. “It seems like the only time I ever see you is either at the coffee shop or during the get together with the rest of The American Idiots.”

“Well, to be honest, I wanted to hang out with you for a while.” I looked down towards my lap. “I just… never got the nerves to do it until yesterday.

At that, MJ scoffed. “Peter Parker – brave enough to risk getting shot to save someone, yet nervous about asking me to hang out. I guess fear doesn’t follow a logical progression.”

At that, I smirked. I looked up at her. “I guess not.”

MJ nodded. She then chuckled as she shook her head. “You know, us sitting on a bench and looking out towards the river… this is a scene straight out of a romance novel or movie, don’t you think?”

I felt my face heat up. “I-I…” I cleared my throat. “I suppose it is.” I smiled slightly. “This would be the part where the guy’s love interest lays her head on his shoulder, no?”

MJ rolled her eyes. “Is that what you’re expecting from me?” She glared at me. “Is that what you want me to do?” I opened my mouth to say something. “Maybe I want YOUR head on MY shoulder.” I closed my mouth and looked at her in confusion. She then briefly raised her left shoulder as if she was offering it up. It took me a moment to realize what she wanted. So, slowly, I scooted closer to her until our legs were touching. I then lay my head on her shoulder. She brought her left arm around my shoulders and pulled me in a bit closer.

It took me some seconds to relax. That was because I was loathing how unfair this was. It was unfair to Michelle because she doesn’t know that she held me like this plenty of times before, not wanting me to hog all of the big spoon privileges to myself. It was unfair that her holding me like this brought back a flood of memories we shared, to her following Ned and I around until she naturally became a part of our circle, to the time we finally kissed in London. It was unfair how much I wanted to kiss her but I couldn’t because of The Spell, something I’ve been regretting a little more day by day.

Fuck you, Past Peter.

However, my frustration was eventually overshadowed by my joy of being in MJ’s arms again – or, I guess, arm, in this case. So, with a contented sigh, I relaxed into her. I then closed my eyes when I felt her fingers moving through my hair.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“It’s no big deal,” she muttered. “I just figured you could use a shoulder to lay your head on.”

“Is that right?”

“Mhm. I’m very observant, you know? Especially when someone intrigues me.”

“Have you been observing me?”

At that, she chuckled. “Maybe.”

I smiled slightly. “So, what conclusions have you made about me based on your observations?”

I felt her body expand a bit as she took in a breath. “Well… from what I can tell… you’re a walking paradox. You want close relationships and genuine bonds with people. I’d go as far as to say you crave them because you’re starved of them – you’re lonely. And yet, you have a tendency to keep people at a distance. Maybe it’s because you think you’ll get people hurt. Maybe you’re afraid you’ll ruin things. Maybe you think you’re bad luck. And I think certain things happened in your life to make you believe that, if your near-breakdown during American Idiot was anything to go by.” It was at this point when I clenched my eyes shut and deepened my breathing, trying my best to keep it together as pre-Spell memories bubbled up. “And now you’re here, at a crossroads, deciding on whether or not you want to fully open up to us.” She paused for a moment. “…Am I right?”

I wanted to lie. But I couldn’t. MJ had me figured out. “You are,” I choked out. A few moments later, I felt her body shift right before I felt a hand on my cheek.

“Peter, look at me,” she whispered. Without hesitation, I slowly raised my head from her shoulder and opened my eyes. She had a look on her face that was unreadable to me. Still, I kept my eyes on her, staring into her eyes. “Do you want to know what else I think? …I think I can take care of you so fucking good. All you have to do is let me in.”

After that, she pulled me into a hug. This gesture I immediately accepted as I brought my arms around her. We held each tight for several moments. I remembered how I missed all of this – her touch, her scent… Hell, her very presence.

“MJ, I – ”

It was because of that that I almost slipped up and told her that I love her. I stopped myself – we weren’t there yet. Or, rather, she wasn’t there yet.

“What’s up, Peter?” she whispered in my ear.

“…I was about to say… that… I’m going to need some time,” I lied. Well, it wasn’t really a lie, per se – I really did feel that way. “I’m still getting used to trusting people again and not keeping them at arm’s length. Will you be patient with me?”

“Would I be your favorite barista if I wasn’t?”

I chuckled. “No… well, maybe?” MJ laughed as she squeezed me tighter.

We spent about a half hour more on the bench before we made our way home.

When I got home, I walked over to my bed and sat on it. I reflected on the night I had with MJ. All the while, I reflected on how I felt. For the first time in a long while, I felt happy, joyous, elated, hopeful, optimistic and… I wanted nothing more than to call up the others and tell them all about it. But it was late. Craig and Kitty were on patrol, and the latter told me to keep Spider-Man off the streets tonight. Ned and Betty were likely sleeping, as well as Scott. Speaking of Scott, well, I was sure I could talk to him about it in the morning.

Instead, I decided to do the next best thing.

I stood up walked over to my desk. I looked down at the list that still remained there. I contemplated it for a moment before I grabbed the pen and took the cap off. I looked down at third item on the list.

3. Decide on whether or not to tell them the truth.

I drew a line through that sentence. I took in a deep breath before I set the pen down.

“Don’t flake Peter,” I said to myself. “Don’t flake.”

[themculibrary]

Betty/Ned Masterlist

A Soft Place to Land (ao3) - Typewriter_witchcraft betty/ned, peter/flash N/R, 98k

Summary: "With great power comes great responsibility." Yeah, right. More like, with great power comes stab wounds and bloody sheets and a hero complex that could take down even the strongest of men. And Peter, well, he isn't the strongest of men. Not to mention that Peter's hero complex doesn't exactly extend to himself.

May still doesn’t know that he’s Spiderman. Because of this, she also doesn’t know about his increased metabolism, hunger, strength, sensitivity, everything. He didn’t really notice, for the first few weeks, until he hears May on the phone with one of her work friends discussing how she didn’t realize how much teenage boys eat. Peter immediately stopped eating.

Flash knows something is up. He knows the signs, or at least he thinks he does. And he's going to get to the bottom of things, one way or another.

boy problems (ao3) - AppleJuiz betty/ned, mj/peter T, 4k

Summary: But with MJ, it seems less like something that Peter is interested in and more like an inevitability, a sure thing, a lasting thing, because of all the looks and the rhythm and the way they match deep down.

Watching Peter and MJ most days feels like watching a prologue in montage, like a plane before takeoff, like they’re getting ready to soar right into the sky together.

He’s not sure where that leaves him.

Daily Bugle Report: Under New Management (ao3) - d0d0bird M, 4k

Summary: Peter Parker had worked at the Bugle for years. He and Betty had grown close. Betty had even developed feelings for him, though he never opened up to her. She considered that it may have been stupid to turn on all of her friends for someone like that. Sometimes it felt like she had no one left.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” sighed Betty with a smile, turning around to see Ned.

Ned had a gentle smile on his face as he looked at Betty digging through the trash. Ned had been the only one not to completely turn against Betty following the trial. He continued to say hi to her every morning, offer his help, and ask her advice on stories. His wide, almost dopey smile had become comforting.

Disguised Donation (ao3) - questionmark007 mj/peter, betty/ned G, 4k

Summary: Ned and Betty rig the Academic Decathlon’s Secret Santa so that Peter gets MJ. Panic (for Peter) ensues.

I Dare You (ao3) - orphan_account mj/peter, ned/betty T, 5k

Summary: With Liz Allan playing matchmaker, a party over summer vacation is about to get interesting for MJ and Peter...

...Especially when there's truth or dare involved.

Meeting The Friends (ao3) - AndrewXavier harley/peter, betty/ned T, 4k

Summary: Harley meets Peters friends

tell me there are shores beyond these seas (ao3) - MayWilder harley/peter, betty/ned M, 4k

Summary: Peter and Betty have never really been close. When they first start dating Ned, it’s a comfortable sort of companionship that’s linked through someone they both love endlessly. The two of them are in a group text, are familiar enough with each other’s families, and can carry an easy-going conversation. It’s always stopped there, though. There’s nothing deeper, really.

So it’s a bit of a shock to them both when Peter sees Betty’s nails and blurts out, “Can you teach me how to do that?”

Betty raises an eyebrow in surprise, halting their finger tapping. “Show you how to do what, Pete?"

“Your hands—or, your nails,” Peter says. “I’m supposed to start taking care of myself. My therapist says it’ll help my anxiety or whatever? And my nails are a disaster. I bite them. And I don’t pay a lot of attention to them. So I was gonna start trying to make them not look completely terrible.”

“Oh,” Betty smiles. Their eyes are almost as soft as when they look at Ned. “I would love to help you."

The Inter-club Competition (ao3) - Angeeelatin M, 3k

Summary: It's time for the annual inter-club competition and everyone is paying attention to the academic decathlon team, not because they won the national title but because everyone was aware that the decathlon team… Didn't really have any other talent?

The last day in Europe (ao3) - ALSHAL01, DevilWritesPorn M, 1k

Summary: With not long left of their trip to Europe, Betty gives Ned one final surprise to end the vacation on a high.

The Only Living Boy in New York (ao3) - Superstitious harley/peter, betty/ned T, 9k

Summary: Peter and Harley are both college students. Peter prefers to frequent bougie, hipster cafes while Harley works at the campus Starbucks. Fate brings them together over a blonde Americano and it just goes downhill from there.

The coffeehouse/college AU I've been waiting my entire career to write.

Watch Me (ao3) - dicecasden betty/peter, betty/ned E, 3k

Summary: After an very rare and unsatisfactory sexual encounter with Ned, Betty demands that he watches her get fucked by his best friend.

we can follow the sparks (i'll drive) (ao3) - softnslow mj/peter, betty/ned T, 19k

Summary: It's like she's had an epiphany, a sudden rush of urge crashing into her beating heart.

She's in love with him.

alternatively:

betty brant can't date until michelle does, but she falls in love with ned leeds. michelle jones doesn't date, but for the sake of betty, she devises a plan to fake-date peter parker.

plot twist: she ends up falling in love with him.

will those idiots get together already? (ao3) - lostnfound14 mj/peter, betty/ned T, 2k

Summary: The development of Peter's and MJ's friendship-to-relationship from the viewpoints of Ned and Betty, who have some hot takes to share along the way. Takes place between Endgame and Far From Home (canon-divergent).

wish you were gay (ao3) - doodlingstories mj/peter, betty/ned T, 3k

Summary: Peter is 16 when he finds out he likes Ned.

“Betty asked me out!”

Too bad Ned doesn’t like Peter back.

or; Peter loves Ned but Ned doesn't love him back.

With a Little Help From My Friends (ao3) - spideysmjs peter/mj, betty/ned T, 14k

Summary: The chimes above the door shake, twinkling as three girls walk in, interrupting Freddy. He looks up from his trivia cards, Betty smacks down another shot glass of vodka, and Peter’s jaw drops almost instantly as if he’s been struck by Cupid’s arrow.

Betty’s eyes follow Peter’s.

She chuckles. They’re totally going to lose now.

Betty and Peter are the reigning champions of Ray's Trivia Night... until they meet Michelle.

[c8-h11-no2]

DISTRICT A

you stepped out from your house and sighed… it’ll be a long tiring journey, you whispered to yourself…

fortunately? or unfortunately? your step sister, catherine heard your sigh. she didn’t know that you will be leaving the town, since you planned to keep the journey by yourself…

she asked you not to go, since she was worried that something bad would happen to you…

you told her that everything would be alright and she agreed to let you go on a journey. with a condition, you must bring the basket of sandwiches that she made for lunch…

you sent her a goodbye and walked away. you sneaked your hand into the basket, and you found a letter between the sandwiches…

kakak, I’m soooooooooooo bored in this castle so I ended up watching movies all day long! I’m also very bored so here I am, writing this irrelevant letter that probably won’t help you with your journey or anything. however, it doesn’t stop me from blabbering to you about my day! you keep appearing in my mind every time I’m doing my activities. several characters keep reminding me of us, kakak! I want you to know this because I’m your princess, right? <3 (please say yes) (there’s only one option so, enjoy the thread anyway)

Yoo Nabi and Park Jae Eon

since their drama & relationship is famous of their toxicity—is it bad? not really, in my point of view. I just see Jae Eon as an experienced person meanwhile Nabi is just a clueless newcomer to the fwbtopiaworld. Do I feel the same over you? I must say I’m not much of a saint. However, I don’t know why, I always feel like a clueless prey whenever you’re around.

Jae Eon is emotionally smart, just like kakak.

Nabi and I share the same interests; art. I used to paint and my mother is an art curator!

“Fuck commitment” bf x “Whatever you say” gf

Hisoka and Gon

I don’t want to state anything about this one.

mmm yees, choke me daddy

As you said, I might seem weak but I’m actually smart (this is so cringy when I’m the one saying it), and when it comes to the physical ability I’m at disadvantages of being a feminine weak girl. Just like Gwen mayhaps?

Silly. Peter Parker and you have the silliest character I have ever seen in my whole life. Nevertheless, you’re always there whenever I need a helping hand. You always try your best to protect me and you know what’s good for me. Thank you, kakak. (still silly)

[on-the-outside]

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[arachine]

i just know peter would love to be slapped on the cheek and his skin would turn such a pretty shade of pink 😌

sub! pete likes to get slutted out. send tweet.

+ pairing: peter parker x f! reader

+ cw: impact play (slapping), dacryphilia, praising (f → m) (m → f), vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie

+ wc: 0.7k (?)

+ dt: this sub! pete fucker :3 @subspider

the first time you slap him in bed, he’s unequivocally awestruck. you didn’t mean to do it, of course—it was simply just something that happened in the spur of the moment—but after your hand made contact with his skin, you were almost certain you heard a noise. 

what was that? a whine? a moan? or maybe both. trying to discern what exactly it was that you heard was proving to be difficult, but then peter’s mumbling something under his breath, and then he’s looking up at you with those big ol’ coffee brown eyes, pleading for you to do it again. 

do it again, baby, pleasepleaseplease-

you’re absolutely taken by surprise because you’d never meant to hit him, that had never been something either of you took interest in. with that look now in his eyes, and his incessant begging, you indulge him. you bring a harsh hand down to his face, observing as the boy before you trembles pathetically. 

his lip catches between his teeth, his brows furrow into a tight knit, and most importantly, you feel him. he’s getting off, undoubtedly so. his cock, which twitches intermittently after each slap, is a dead giveaway. now that you’ve unearthed this kink of his, you’re beginning to question if he’s the only one getting off, or if you’re just some sick, twisted fuck who has a power kink—and as time progress, you’re certain that it’s definitely the latter. 

s-shit, gonna...gonna come! 

peter’s face is wholly red now, and after continuously repeating the action, your hand seems to match the shade of rose in his cheeks. 

“oh, baby, you’re so red now. you look so pretty,” you syncopate each slam of your hips— each word—with a harsh slap. crystal droplets form in the inner ducts of his eyes, coating the thick of his lashes with every blink. 

he’s got his calloused hands on your waist, head lolling to the side every now-and-then as you bounce skillfully on his aching cock. god, he can’t take it. it’s too much, too good, and yet—not enough. he wants to feel you closer—needs to feel you closer. 

his hands slide south, settling on the ridge of your hip bones for better grip. the brunet’s hold is so tight that with every lift of your hips, your thighs begin to ache, and you’re sure that it’ll leave bruises for you to discover in the morning. 

every time his cock head brushes against your cervix, you smack him just a little harder. you’d thought it’d get him to stop being so eager, but it ends up having the opposite effect because now...now he’s absolutely losing himself beneath you, babbling nonsense and sugar sweet affirmations. 

the tears gathering at his waterline had begun to spill, rolling down his face like glass ribbons. the next time you bring your hand down to his erythro cheek, he’s crying out, strings of broken sobs reverberating in the small of your room.

the best fucking pussy in the world, love t-this—love you sososo much.

unceremoniously, his orgasm rips through him like a tide. it pulls him under, and under, and under, until all he can see is your sweet face above the surface of the unmerciful waves. peter cums deep into the swell of your cunt, extending his hands out to pull you down to his chest, searching for something—anything, to ground him. 

his hold on your sweat-glistened body is vice, and you wince upon feeling his teeth sink down onto your bare shoulder. the pain is momentary, subsiding after peter regains his wits and soothes the area with his saccharine lips. 

“think this beats your record,” your tone is mocking, but peter doesn’t laugh. instead, he turns away, his cheeks darkening into a bold ruby red. 

“i-i don’t—i’m not, i don’t know where that came from, okay?!” there’s embarrassment laced in his voice. you find it cute.

“petey, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” your gentle hand reaches out towards him, cupping the fat of his cheek. “…i liked it too,” you whisper against his mouth, grazing the pads of your fingers over his bottom lip. the look in your eyes is crazed, and now that you’ve had a taste, you just had to have more.  

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[iliumheightnights]

I'm too young for this! | Peter Parker x Stark!Male Reader

Fandom: Marvel, The Avengers

Pairing: Peter Parker x M!Stark Reader

Summary: (M/N) gets his work cut out for him when Peter comes back with a surprise. When he told his dad to come back safe, he meant not as a baby. He wasn’t ready to be a dad yet.

A/N: A fic? Finally!? After so long, a full blown fic!? I know, I know. Crazy right? I just wanted to do something funny and fluffy with my boy Peter here.

....

“Peter, love of my life, why are you holding a baby?”

(M/n) stared at his boyfriend who was still dressed in his Spiderman suit. His mask was removed and he was holding a squirming child in what seemed like an oversized shirt in his arms. “So...um...this maybe…Mr.Stark.”

“WHAT!? What do you mean that's my dad!” (M/N) looked distressed as he watched Peter try and hold the child in arms. “Peter I love you but I don’t find this funny.”

“I know but it’s true. We were- Hey! Mr.Stark, please calm down. We were on a mission and the guy had some sort of age gun. Your dad didn’t think it was going to work or at least not affect him because of his armor- OW! Please don’t hit my face Tony. Anyways he got hit and as you can see-”

“Now my dad is two years old.” (M/n) nodded in understanding but Peter could tell he was still both worried and freaked out.

“But hey! It’ll be okay! We’ll get Bruce or Mr.Strange to help figure it out!” Peter tried to calm down his boyfriend.

“Yeah-yeah they’ll know what to do. He’ll be fine. Yeah.”

Peter was honestly starting to freak out seeing his boyfriend like that. He had never seen (M/n) act like that before, but how else was he supposed to act? His dad was a two year old for pete’s sake!

After a quick phone call Doctor Strange had arrived. After a brief examination of Tony and trying to use his magic Stephen stopped. “What happened isn’t permanent. I can’t change it back with magic in case it upsets the effects but it should wear off within the next two days. Whoever made the weapon didn’t make it good enough.”

With that Strange created a portal and began to leave. “Wait! Where are you going? My dad’s a baby!” (M/n) called out. Strange stopped and gave him a look. “I don’t see how that’s my problem. He raised you your entire life, I’m sure you can raise him for two days.” Without another word, he walked through the portal and closed it, leaving the two boyfriends with a struggling baby.

“Uubwwwooo.” (M/n) turned to the sound of baby gurgles and saw Tony sucking his thumb. With a sigh he picked up the baby still only in a t-shirt. “Okay. I guess we’re doing this. Not to worry dad I’m going to take good care of you...let’s get you in a diaper first though.”

Luckily they DID have some baby supplies left from when (M/n) was a baby or whenever they’d need to babysit. It was rare but it did happen every blue moon. Grabbing the diapers, Peter came and grabbed Tony. “Hey, we’re doing this together. We always did want to be parents.”

(M/n) shook his head but smiled at his boyfriend. “Yes, but NOT to my dad. Thanks.”

“Isn’t that true. Can you get some food going for him while I get him changed?” Peter asked, bouncing Tony a bit.

“Yeah...what would be-”

“Some of that baby food that’s right there. Honestly it’s the safest option right now.”

(M/n) nodded. He had absolutely NO idea how to take care of a baby and he didn’t want to accidentally kill his dad because of his lack of knowledge so he followed Peter’s lead when it came to the baby stuff.

After following the instructions on the baby food bottle, he was glad to discover it was on the easier side to make. As is, he just had to open the bottle really. “Alright, I think I have it…oh my god.” (M/n) Froze when he saw Peter holding Tony, he had put the baby in one of the old onesies they had. “He’s SO ADORABLE!” He placed the baby food aside before grabbing his dad. “Oh so cute.” He saw how Peter was barely holding in a laugh. “Oh shut up. Babies are cute.”

Peter shook his head and grabbed the food. “Whatever you say. Alright, you have a bib right?” (M/n) nodded and lifted one up. “Good. Go ahead and put it on him and I’ll feed him.” (M/n) did exactly what Peter had asked before setting Tony on his lap. That was one of the only things they didn’t have, a booster seat.

“And here goes the airplane.” Peter said moving the spoon. “Bbbrrrrr.” He tried to imitate a plane. (M/n) almost laughed seeing the look on Tony’s face, his dad was NOT impressed. “Oh come on Tony, just a bit of a smile?” No such luck. Tony wasn’t going to make a different face. “Even as a baby you’re still no fun.”

“Do you think he still has his adult mind in there?” (M/n) asked. He was looking curiously at the baby in his lap. He had been wondering about it but it wasn’t until now that he really had the question get thought about with more curiosity.

“I don’t know…Mr.Stark.” When Tony didn’t respond to that Peter figured that was the answer. “I’m guessing not. Besides, I don’t think your dad would have agreed to most of what’s happened already.”

“Then apparently you don’t know my dad as well as you thought Peter. My dad LOVES being pampered and spoiled. It wouldn’t surprise me if he DOES have his adult mind but is milking his current body for all the attention it’s worth.” In that same instance Tony bounced making claps. “See!”

“Okay point taken.” Peter put up his hands in defeat. “But for what it’s worth I don’t think so. I think he’s all baby.” (M/n) held his head in his hands. “Ugh. How did my life get to this point where I’m debating if my dad knows he’s a baby or not?”

“That’s just the life of an avenger.” Peter said kissing (m/n)’s forehead.

“Well love, if YOU ever get turned into a baby I’m not taking care of you.”

“WHAT!? Why!? You’re my boyfriend you’re supposed to do that!” Peter looked so offended at that. Eventually he let out a huff and crossed his arms. “Fine. I bet your dad would take care of me. He always did say I’m like a son to him.”

“Fine.” (M/n) then handed Peter Tony. “Then YOU can change his diaper.” With that (m/n) stood up and left the kitchen with Peter holding Tony.

“Wait, no! I was just kidding! (M/n) come back, please!” He sniffed and smelt something awful before scrunching up his nose. “Oh mr.stark come on! How can you do this to me?” The baby only giggled. “Ugh. Why’d I have to be bit by that spider.”

One diaper change later Peter and (M/n) we’re sitting on the couch watching baby Tony play with some toys on the ground. “This is exhausting. We haven’t even been ‘parents’ for one day and look at this.” Peter said motioning to their state of tiredness.

“I know. I don’t know how my dad did this for me. Didn’t he go party all the time?” He shrugged. “I guess he DID have Happy and Rhodey. They helped.”

“Those two ARE amazing.” Peter said, (m/n) nodded in agreement. “You know…even with how tired we are, I do think we’d make amazing parents.” He said letting his hand run through his boyfriends hair.

“You think so?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah…me too.” He smiled at Peter before getting serious. “But not until we’re ready like WAY later right?”

“Oh for sure! No way I can keep doing this every day right now. I got Spider-Man and college. We haven’t even taken a vacation together yet!”

“I know! We have to have some good ‘us time’ before we get ANYWHERE near being parents deal?” (M/n) asked.

“Deal.” Peter said with a smile.

“GGGAAH!” Both boys looked to Tony who was looking back at them. The baby looked as if he himself was telling them not to have any kids yet. “Oh for sure his mind is in there.” (M/n) said with Peter nodding his head beside him. “Oh definitely.”

The rest of the day was spent with Peter and (M/n) taking care of and playing with Tony. What? If he was going to be a baby for the next 48 hours then they were going to give him as much attention as he needed. Peter made sure that he wasn’t solely on diaper duty much to (M/n)’s dismay.

That night Peter and (M/n) went to bed with Tony snuggled between them. When both boys woke up the next morning they were greeted to the sight of a Tony returned to his adult form…in a now giant diaper. “Aaaannd I’m out.” (M/n) said hoping out of the bed.

“Same.” Peter said doing the exact same as his boyfriend.

“If it means anything, you two made excellent parents.” Tony said shrugging his arms.

“I told you he was aware!”

[peterpparkerwrites]

fake it

a/n: this one is an oldie that I’m sure has been on tumblr on my old account but 🤷🏽‍♀️fake dating tropes are just a classic warnings: so much cheese, mentions of blood/fighting/guns, language of course, and oh no...there’s only one bed... pairing: peter parker x reader word count: 9.9k (damn) summary: peter comes up with the brilliant idea of you both fake dating each other as a way to get the team to back off on the couple comments

masterlist ~ requests are closed

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"Okay so you know how the team won't leave us alone about wanting us to date?"

"Weird way to start a conversation, but go on," you barely glanced up from your math homework to see your best friend biting his lip with his eyebrows scrunched up, clearly deep in thought.

"Okay hear me out," Peter put his hands flat on the table, leaning forward. "What if we did date?"

"What?" You laughed a little, giving him a weird look. "Did you hit your head during patrol?"

"I meant like, what if we pretended to date? We already hang out a lot and it wouldn't be so hard to act like we're together. It would get them to shut up about it, right?"

"That's just giving them what they want, though," you knit your eyebrows, "Wouldn't that just make the comments worse?"

You and Peter had been friends ever since you both joined the team as trainees a few years ago. It was easy to get close when you were both the same age, and you did missions and went on patrol together. Peter was your best friend and even though that was all there was, the team didn't seem to think so.

It seemed like you couldn't even look at Peter without one of them commenting on how cute you would be together. Or how Peter needed to hurry up and ask you out, since it was apparently so obvious you two were into each other. But that wasn't the case for either of you.

Sure, Peter was cute, but you had never thought of him as anything more than your friend, and you knew he felt the same. It was getting weird with the team trying to push you together when you were perfectly fine with what you already had. Your friendship was getting strained and uncomfortable, and you were both looking for anything to get them to stop so it could just go back to normal.

Maybe Peter was onto something with this idea.

"At first maybe, but then we could like, stage a break up and decide to be just friends or something and they'd have to lay off because that would be messed up if they kept pushing us to be together after we broke up. They aren't mean, it'll finally stop."

"Okay," you could wrap your head around the idea a little easier. You tapped your pencil on your head, thinking, "But I thought you were going to ask MJ out, why don't you just date her? Then they'll leave us both alone and we don't have to lie about it."

Peter let out a groan, sitting in the chair next to you and putting his head in his hands in a typical dramatic fashion. You might've laughed if he hadn't looked so upset all of a sudden.

"Oh, should I have not brought that up?" You winced a little as his annoyed expression. "I thought you had, like, a plan and everything-"

"Brad Davis is ruining my plan," he muttered, and you frowned. "I hate that the blip made him our age and now I have to deal with him trying to get with MJ before I can."

"Hey, but there's still a chance, right?" You encouraged, hating seeing him this upset over something that hadn't even happened yet. "I mean, he's not with her yet. As long as you don't use that God-awful lego themed pick up line on her-"

"Shut up," he whined, pouting a little dramatically as you snickered. "That was a joke when I said it to you."

"And it was the worst line anyone has ever used on me," you tapped his nose with your pencil, chuckling when he scrunched his nose up and swatted it away. "But seriously, I'm sure you have a chance still."

"I don't know," he sighed, shaking his head. "Okay but if we did fake date then maybe she would get jealous and then-"

"Bad idea," you cut him off, "Making a girl jealous like that would never work in your favor. It could backfire bad. Plus, I don't hang out with your friends often, how would she even know? It's not a good plan. If we're doing this, the team is the only one that can and should know. I don't want to lie to a bunch of people and make a mess."

He lifted his head, grinning, "So we're doing it?"

"It seems like it could work," you shrugged, "I'm getting tired of Sam saying I give you heart eyes every time I look in your direction. Literally yesterday I looked out the window and he asked if I was thinking about you, but really I just saw a billboard advertising half off milkshakes and that's all I could think about all day. No offense but that sounded more appealing than you do."

Peter snickered, "Yeah, and whenever I train with you and Tony tells me to keep my hands to myself. Which doesn't even make sense because how am I meant to keep my hands to myself when we're sparring?"

You chuckled with him, shaking your head. "We have to plan it. They need to buy it and it needs to last long enough to be believable, but also short enough that they don't get suspicious when we end things and decide to stay friends. Okay?"

"Sounds good to me," he agreed, sticking his hand out for you shake. You laughed and shook it, squealing when he yanked you up and spun you around in a hug.

"Put me down, menace!" You laughed as he set you down, frowning at the nickname you started giving him ever since that guy at the Daily Bugle coined it for Spider-Man.

"This'll be easy," he stole your pencil from you, sitting down and sliding your homework over to look at. "Not as easy as this math homework that you're somehow doing wrong, though."

"What?" You complained, sitting next to him and looking at your sheet over his shoulder. "What am I doing wrong?"

You weren't sure how Peter managed to keep such good grades while also being Spider-Man, but you supposed it was because he was just naturally so smart. You were struggling just to pass at this point, and you didn't even patrol with him as often just so you could try and save your grades.

Sometimes you wished you went to school with Peter just so you could copy his notes and pass a class as easy as he did.

"I'll show you," he said a little cheekily, and you stuck your tongue out at him. "We covered this stuff last year."

"Oh sorry, I forgot you went to a genius school," you poked his cheek, and he made a face, "Nerd."

"Do you want my help or not?"

"Hey lovebirds," Tony's voice interrupted your comeback, the nickname making you grimace a little as he walked into the kitchen. "What're you kiddies up to?"

"Peter's trying to teach me math since apparently I'm incapable."

"I never said you were incapable," he protested.

"Okay well, keep things PG," Tony grabbed something from a cabinet , "I'll allow PG-13 but only once I leave, please."

You tossed your empty water bottle at the back of his head as he left laughing, but Peter webbed it and brought it back before it could smack him. He shot you a glare while you crossed your arms, leaning back.

"Should've let me hit him."

-

"Peter, I've removed a bullet from your shoulder, I can hold your hand without getting weirded out," you muttered, and he gave you a sheepish look.

You were both in the elevator on your way to the briefing room for a mission that would be in a few weeks. Being briefed this early was a little annoying, but Steve liked to plan ahead. Way ahead, apparently.

"Just don't want to make you uncomfortable," he said, which was pretty sweet of him but also it was literally just holding hands.

"Dude, we're gonna have to do more than hold hands to convince them we're dating," you pointed out, taking initiative and just grabbing his hand.

"Like what?" He made a face, "I don't really feel like making out with you in front of the team, although that would definitely get the point across-"

"I didn't mean that, idiot," you rolled your eyes, "Pet names. Cheek kisses. Put your arm around my shoulder. Staring into each other's eyes. Be like that really annoying couple in second period that always gets separated. We don't have to kiss at all but if we just act like normal and all we do is hold hands, they're gonna be suspicious."

"Okay, fake dating expert," he wiggled his eyebrows at you and you shook your head, "What's your favorite pet name?"

"I don't have one," you shrugged, "Just call me babe or something, I don't know."

"That's not romantic enough," he gave you a look, "Aren't we supposed to be, like, in love?"

"In love?" You couldn't help but laugh at that, "We're two high schoolers just beginning to date, I doubt they expect it to be that deep. And if they do then something is wrong with them."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart," he grinned just as the elevator doors opened, and you tried to ignore the weird feeling you got when he said that nickname as he tugged you out into the briefing room.

Maybe you did have a favorite pet name after all.

"About time you guys showed up, Steve was going to start without you," Bucky grumbled, earning a look from Steve.

"We aren't even late," Peter complained, "And Tony isn't here either!"

"He's not joining on this mission," Steve said, "Are we gonna start the briefing or talk some more about Tony?"

You exchanged a look with Peter while Steve and Nat started going over the basics, Bucky and Sam listening as you both sat down. No one seemed to notice you and Peter were holding hands and sitting as close as possible, which was weird.

Though you figured soon enough someone would have to point it out, considering how eager they always are to tease you both.

During the rundown Sam made some comment about you two always being paired together and how it was a sign from the universe or something. Instead of protesting or making a snarky comeback you and Peter just glanced at each other.

"Yeah, maybe," Peter shrugged, shooting you a wink. Normally you would've rolled your eyes but you just smiled back at him.

"Yo, they're holding hands!" Sam suddenly yelled out, pointing to you both. That comment must've made him finally notice.

"So what?" You acted nonchalant. "Isn't it normal for couples to hold hands or is that like, some weird rule and not allowed in the briefing room-"

"You've been dating?" Nat asked flatly, raising an eyebrow. "You're together?"

"Yeah, we thought you guys knew," Peter said, frowning. "You kept referencing us being together? I thought we were all on the same page here."

"Wait, really?" Bucky asked with a blank expression, and you both nodded. "This isn't a joke?"

"Yeah I mean, you guys kept pushing it and we realized maybe you were right. What's the big deal?" Peter shot you a soft grin, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

"Okay, well, should we continue talking about their dating lives or the really important mission we're meant to be going on?" Steve changed the subject while Bucky gave you both a suspicious look.

Pranks were common from you both and you could already tell Bucky thought something was up. If this was going to really work, they had to think it was real before you guys "broke up". If they thought it was fake at all, the teasing would never stop and probably only get worse.

Peter squeezed your hand and gave you a thumbs up when the others weren't looking. But you knew this was only step one.

The easy part was over - convincing them you guys were serious would probably be harder.

-

"How was school?"

Peter let out a groan and collapsed against you in the middle of the sidewalk, making you laugh. He gave you a giant bear hug and didn't let you pull away, letting out a dramatic sigh while you patted his back.

It had been a few weeks now of the fake dating thing, and it seemed like Peter got way more comfortable around you what with all the hand holding and hugging and forehead kisses the last weeks entailed. You weren't even with the team and his hugs seemed to linger longer than normal, and once he even held your hand without realizing that no one was watching.

For the most part, they seemed to buy it - though Bucky and Tony were both obviously suspicious, and had tried to trick you both into admitting you guys weren't dating, but so far you and Peter were in the clear.

"That bad, huh?"

"Boring," he mumbled against your hair before finally pulling back. "I just want to patrol."

"We can patrol after I eat, I had to skip lunch and now I'm starving," you complained, tugging his arm. "Can we please go get Thai? I haven't been to that place by your apartment in ages and I'm kinda hoping that guy gives us free food again because of how hot your aunt is."

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that," Peter shuddered while you grinned, "Yeah, I guess we can go there. But May isn't coming just so you can get free food."

"You're no fun."

He just gave you a look as you both headed toward the Thai place, complaining about how you were always hungry after school. You went into a long, definitely unnecessary rant about how you couldn't pack a lunch or buy lunch, as you both finally reached the restaurant.

"You could ask Sam to pack a lunch for you, he makes good PB&J," Peter held the door open for you.

"Thanks. But how could he make it good, it's literally three ingredients?"

"I don't know, he just does. Maybe it's his secret super power."

You both sat at your normal booth and you tried not to snicker when the waiter asked Peter if his aunt would be joining. Peter got his usual and you changed it up, Peter making a face when the waiter left.

"Why do you always change your order when you know you're probably going to hate what they give you?"

"It's called living on the edge, Peter," you pointed a finger at him, "And also I've never had anything here that I've hated, it's only that Italian place on seventh that I usually regret changed my order at."

"Right," he rolled his eyes, "Must've mixed them up, silly of me."

"If you're mean to me I'm going to email J.J. Jameson and tell him that Spider-Man sleeps in Thor themed pajamas and also send him photo evidence. I bet that would at least make the second page."

"Damn, you're diabolical. Wait where did you get photo evidence-" he paused as the waiter came back already, way more food than you ordered. "Uh, sir we didn't order this?"

"On the house. Tell May I said hi," he gave you both a little grin before going to the back, Peter putting his head in his hands.

"He gave us free food and she's not even here," you cheered a little while Peter rolled his eyes. "I wish I had the power your aunt clearly has."

"Okay, but seriously, you don't actually have a photo of me in Thor pajamas right?"

"No, but I could probably get it. Unrelated question but when is the next time you're spending the night at the tower?" you shoved some food into your mouth while Peter shot you a glare.

"Well now I'm not telling you."

"Fine. Any updates on MJ and that Chad guy?"

"Brad," he corrected, staring dejectedly at his bowl while he twirled his noodles. "I think she likes him."

"Really? What makes you think so?"

"I don't know, they just seem to be hanging out more. Ned said he heard them talking about going to a protest together."

You choked out a laugh, "Peter, a protest hardly sounds like a date. I mean, good on them for being activists or whatever, but I doubt it's a date thing."

"I don't know, I'm just...I feel like she's not into me like I thought she was," he sounded sad as he said it, and you couldn't help but feel bad.

"Peter, you're a great guy, and if MJ doesn't see that then she doesn't deserve you," you said simply, taking another bite of food while Peter stared at you for a moment. "What?"

"Nothing," he scrunched his eyebrows together. "Um, anyway. What about you?"

"Too busy to think about that," you shrugged, "Also I'm almost failing chemistry so I should probably focus on that instead of thinking about boys and girls right now-"

"You're failing chem?" Peter squeaked out, "Since when?"

"Since I started patrolling every single night with you, and training in my free time," you made a face, "I think I should take a break."

He gave you a concerned look, "I can help you study if you want."

"That would be nice," you agreed, shaking your head. Peter glanced above your shoulder while you were talking and frowned, but you didn't notice. "That math trick that you taught me the other night actually really helped, so if you got any more tips like that then you'd be a life saver-"

Peter suddenly moved a hand up to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, before leaving his hand cupping your cheek. You felt your cheeks warm up under his palm as he smiled softly at you.

"Uh, what're you doing?"

"Bucky and Sam are five tables away from us," he said quietly, and you relaxed a little. But then you frowned.

"Oh, God. Are they seriously spying on us?"

"I think so, they have hats and shades on, but I can totally tell it's them, plus Bucky hates Thai food so I doubt they're here to eat," he chuckled, dropping his hand from your face but taking your free hand in his, playing with your fingers, "Sorry if I caught you off guard."

"Don't worry about it, this is good actually. They're trying to see if we're faking it, maybe they'll lay off when they see we're clearly a couple since we act like this outside of the tower."

"Hm, seems like this just became a date then," he pressed a kiss to your knuckles while you laughed, wishing you could see the look on Sam and Bucky's faces, but you knew better than to look back.

Man, you hadn't been on a date in ages. And Peter was a really good fake boyfriend.

He cracked jokes and told ridiculous stories like he always did, but this time he was holding your hand or throwing an arm over your shoulder or even dropping some pick up lines (not involving legos, thankfully) that managed to fluster you a little, which you were sure was probably enough to convince Bucky and Sam.

You couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't been in a relationship yet. Sure, there was that brief thing with Liz, and he was trying to get with MJ, but you were shocked that there hadn't been anyone to snatch him up yet.

"I think they just left," Peter whispered after a while, and you risked a glance back to see the two men leaving.

"We should be actors," you lifted your hand up for a high five and laughed when Peter slapped his palm against yours.

"I can't believe they came and spied on us. When do you think they'll let up?"

"I'd give it a few weeks," you shrugged, "Then after I dump you it should hopefully stop completely."

"Why-why would you be the one dumping me?" He sounded offended, putting a hand on his chest.

"Because you're too nice to break up with me," you laughed when he scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Can't it be a mutual break up?"

"I don't know Parker, it seems like you're pretty in love with me," you teased, "It would be hard to convince them it wasn't me breaking your heart."

"Ouch," he mumbled, but there was a grin growing on his lips as he poked at his food.

"We all know you're a hopeless romantic," you laughed as he turned a little pink. "No point in denying it."

"Whatever," he threw a crumpled up napkin at you while you laughed again, ducking to avoid it.

"MJ's gonna be lucky when you finally get the guts to tell her how you feel. You're a pretty good fake boyfriend," you lifted your drink toward him while he rolled his eyes.

"Thanks. You're a good fake girlfriend, too."

"Aw, thanks babe! It's gonna be so hard when I fake dump you."

"Oh, shut up."

-

The next week you and Peter had pretty much gotten a routine down perfectly. It was almost too easy to pretend to be dating. You were so used to holding his hand around the base that you figured it was a habit now.

Tony and Bucky didn't seem totally convinced, but at this point you didn't care. You and Peter figured once they stopped being so suspicious, you'd stage your break up, he could go after MJ and you could just try and save your school grade.

Easy peasy.

"I swear that's his name," Peter laughed when you shook your head, swinging you hands in between you both as you walked toward the kitchen from the main floor.

"Come on, Pete, you know that's just ridiculous, why would his actual name be Dr. Strange-"

You both stopped as you saw Tony walking down the hallway with someone behind him, but you couldn't see who.

"Hey Mr. Stark," Peter greeted, and Tony turned with a look of glee on his face, like he had been waiting for you both to show up.

Uh oh.

"Hey Romeo and Juliet, look who's here," he said brightly, stepping out of the way to show whoever was with him. To your shock it was MJ, who looked as surprised to see you both as you did her.

You had only seen MJ a couple times before, but you liked her as soon as you met her. She was funny and you both had similar taste in books, and she liked politics like you did. You always thought her and Peter could be a good match, and now you were sure you just unintentionally butchered any chance they might've had.

"Uh, hey guys," her eyes flickered down to your intertwined hands, and it took everything in your not to snatch your hand from his. But Tony was standing right there with his arms crossed and an expectant look on his face as he waited to see how this would play out.

"MJ!" Peter squeaked out, quickly letting go of your hand. Tony noticed that and gave you a look but you just shook your head a little. "What, uh, what are you doing here?"

She pursed her lips, "Touring the facility...you didn't tell me you two were together?"

"Hm, that's weird. They've been together for a while, apparently," Tony butt in, and you shot him a glare.

"We were keeping it on the DL," you attempted, not really getting a read on MJ's feelings since she had a pretty good poker face.

"It's nothing serious," Peter said quickly, and you ignored how Tony raised his eyebrows at that, trying to resist the urge to smack Peter on the head. He was just making it seem way worse.

"Hm," she said simply, turning back to Tony, "Thanks for letting me tour the place, Mr. Stark."

"No problem Miss Jones, I hope to see you again soon," he shook her hand, still grinning as she bid you both goodbye and headed for the exit.

"Why was MJ here?" Peter hissed out once she was gone, and you threw your hands up.

"I don't know! I didn't invite her!"

"I did," Tony said with a smirk, "I told you guys about the new internship programs, didn't I? I thought since Peter talked highly of her I'd invite her to join and take a look at the facilities. Did she really not know you two were together? Why wouldn't one of your best friends know you guys were dating? Kind of strange if you ask me."

"Well we didn't tell her cause she kind of had a thing for Peter and we didn't want to rub it in her face," you lied quickly, gritting your teeth. "So nice job on that. You couldn't have warned us?"

Tony didn't seem too satisfied with that answer, but he accepted it and shrugged.

"She would've found out at some point," he pointed out, turning on his heel. "I'll see you kids later!"

Peter tugged at his hair once Tony left, giving you a scared look.

"He knows we're faking it," he sounded a little horrified, "He's gonna tell everyone. Oh God, we're never gonna live this down."

"Hey, he doesn't know," you insisted, taking his hand to try and relax him a little. "He might be suspicious but they don't know for certain, I mean come on, we've been pretty good at pretending. We just need to not mess up like this again."

"Did you see her face?" He groaned, putting his head in his hands. You patted his shoulder, feeling bad that this might have ruined his chance with her in the future.

"I'm sorry, Pete," you mumbled, "Hey, it might not be bad, though. Once we stage a break up you can just tell her the truth about it being fake and maybe she'll understand?"

"Yeah. Maybe."

But that idea seemed shot down when Peter came back from patrol early and looking miserable.

You had taken the day off to get some work done for school, an awful project that you knew you shouldn't procrastinate on even if you wanted to. Peter had begged you to go with him but you knew it wasn't a good idea if you wanted to keep your grades up.

And now that you saw how sad he looked you kind of wish you did go.

"What's wrong?" You asked as he came in, suit still on and mask in hand. He glanced around to make sure no one was in the living room but you before sitting down on the couch and sighing, leaning his head back.

"I talked to MJ."

"Oh," you raised your eyebrows. You knew she had known for a while that he was Spider-Man, just as Ned did. "I take it that didn't go well?"

"She saw me swinging by and texted me to talk," he grumbled, "She's really excited that you and I are dating, apparently. She just acted neutral in front of Mr. Stark because she was trying to be professional for the internship offer."

"Oh, no."

"Yeah. She seemed so glad you and I finally got together," Peter muttered, and you winced. "Apparently she's been rooting for us. Claims she knew all along that we would get together or something like that. She does have feelings for Brad, I guess. She even offered double dates if she asks him out, ugh."

"I'm sorry, Peter," you said sincerely, and he just shrugged. "Hey, at least you didn't get that ridiculously expensive necklace for her, right?"

He managed to crack a smile at that, "Yeah, I guess that's a plus."

"Why don't we go get Delmar's before reporting for the mission tonight," you suggested, hating seeing him look so disappointed. "On me?"

"Hey, if you're paying," he agreed, and you looped your arm through his to drag him off the couch.

"Anyone else here?" He asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Nat and Wanda are somewhere. I think the rest of the team is out until we have to get on the quinjet."

"Sweet. I'll go get dressed, unless you want to go to Delmar's with Spider-Man," he grinned, and you were pleased to see he was already out of his sad mood.

"Maybe another time."

-

"We'll be staying the night in Austria so we can get an early morning start on infiltrating the base," Steve said, pointing to somewhere on the hologram. "We'll get there late so try and get some sleep before morning."

Steve was giving another short briefing as the quinjet made it's way toward where the Hydra base was located, one of the last few that hadn't been taken down. You had been flying for what felt like a couple hours now, and since the jet was way faster than an average plane, you knew you were probably close.

Peter had his head in your lap and feet kicked up on along the seats, while you ran your fingers through his hair. It was almost too easy to act like a couple in front of them - a lot of this stuff you did anyway as friends, just minus the little pet names and cheek kisses.

"The hotel only had four available rooms, so some of us gotta share. Since you two are together, sharing a room won't be a problem?" Steve asked you with a raised eyebrow.

"'Course not," you replied, smiling tightly.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Peter grumbled and you smacked his chest, pretending to be embarrassed. He just grabbed your hand and put it back on his head, a silent way of telling you to keep running your fingers through his hair. You just rolled your eyes but did it anyway, a small smile on his face as he shut his eyes again.

"Okay, we don't need to hear that, you're children," Sam joked, and you gave him a look.

"Don't be gross," Nat chided, "Also, you and Bucky are sharing a room just for that comment."

"Why am I getting punished," Bucky muttered, and you couldn't help but let out a laugh at that.

"We're here," Steve said just as the jet seemed to slow down. "Get some rest, guys. Tomorrow is gonna be tough."

"Aye aye captain," Peter hopped up and offered you a hand. He pulled you up easily, his arm not leaving it's spot from around your waist as you all exited the quinjet. The hotel was quiet considering how late it was and Steve got you all checked in quickly, the staff giving your group a weird look but not questioning it before assigning rooms.

"Make good choices," Sam directed towards you with a grin when everyone parted. You gave him the finger as Peter pulled you down the hall to your room with a laugh.

You figured the rooms would be double beds anyway, but you were sadly mistaken when you all finally arrived at the room and unlocked your door to find one small bed in the already tiny room.

"They gave us only one bed," you said flatly, and Peter's eyes were widened. "Assholes."

"They're testing us," he bit his lip, "If they like, burst in here and one of us in on the bed and one of us on the couch then it'll be obvious we're not together."

"You're really keen on making them believe us, huh?" You raised an eyebrow, seeing his face scrunch up.

"Yeah, I mean...they'll never let us live it down and I just want them to shut up already."

You got it - the jokes and jabs were tiring before you both starting "dating", and they hadn't died down yet. You could only imagine how much worse it would get if they found out it was fake all along.

"Fine, I call left side," you threw your bag in a corner, already feeling how heavy your eyelids were. "I'm gonna shower in the morning, I'm too tired right now."

"I'll go now then," he said quietly, glancing at the bathroom. "Uh, want to brush your teeth first?"

"Sure, Mom," you joked, ignoring how he rolled his eyes as you grabbed your bag of toiletries. You were quickly in and out, trying not to laugh at the look on Peter's face as he stared at the bed.

"This bed is really tiny," he muttered, putting his hands on his hips.

"I'll leave you as much space as I can without falling off," you promised, jumping in and getting comfortable. "I might be asleep when you come back though so just shove me over if you don't have enough room."

He snickered at that, saying goodnight before going to shower. You managed to doze on and off to the sound of the water running, too tired to even laugh when Peter stubbed his toe on a chair and cursed as he got changed and lifted the sheets to join you on the bed, leaving as much space as possible.

There really was barely more than a few inches in between you with how small the bed was, but you tried to ignore that.

-

You woke up feeling warm and comfortable, making you squeeze your eyes shut tighter and snuggle up more to your pillow, not wanting to get up. But you froze when you realized that was not your pillow you were cuddling up to.

Peter must've shifted a lot closer last night, considering he was practically wrapped around you. His arms were holding you to his chest and you felt his lips on your hair, soft snores leaving his mouth and tickling your scalp. His legs were tangled with yours and one of your arms was stuck between your chests, the other thrown over Peter's back while you were tucked against his chest.

You lifted your head carefully to look at his face, seeing how relaxed he was when he was asleep. The last thing you wanted to do was wake him up, especially in this position, so you carefully removed one of his arms from around your waist, hesitating when he moved slightly.

"Mm, no," he mumbled, his arms pulling you back against him. You huffed a little, not really able to move with how strong he was.

Oh, and he definitely wasn't wearing a shirt.

There wasn't any point in struggling unless you wanted him to wake up, which you didn't. You kind of hoped he would just roll over and free you and you would never mention this to him ever, because a weird feeling starting crawling it's way up your chest as he held you closer, mumbling something else into your hair.

Being in his arms like this, and how the last few weeks he'd been shooting you loving glances and holding your hand and kissing your forehead and cheek and flirting with you - even if it was all fake and for show, something real was changing in your feelings.

You liked this, and that scared you.

Finally he moved again, this time blinking his eyes open as he woke up, a tired smile on his face as he looked at you before it suddenly dropped. He probably just realized he was holding you a little too intimately for just friends.

"Didn't know you were into cuddling," you said quietly, amused at how quickly his face turned red and he scrambled to get off of you.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry," he stuttered, actually falling off the bed while you cackled.

"Get up menace, I want to get breakfast before the mission," you laughed as he stood up and stumbled on something on the ground, his face still bright red.

You left him to get ready while you took a quick shower, trying to ignore any weird feeling you previously had when you were still wrapped up in his arms. It wasn't right - you never had feelings for Peter, or you at least never acknowledged them, and you certainly didn't want to now. Not now that he was still probably hurting over MJ and you were meant to be staging a "break up".

What a mess.

Peter was sliding a jacket over his suit when you came out of the bathroom, already dressed and ready. He gave you a glance but didn't quite meet your eyes, just mumbling a quick "good morning" before sneaking past you into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Great.

He didn't say anything to you until you were both in the elevator on the way down to breakfast and to meet with the team before the mission.

"Team's probably down there already," you said as you took his hand, threading your fingers together. It went silent again and you snuck a look at him, just knowing he was still thinking about it by how tense he was and how pink his cheeks still were.

"We're good, right?" Peter asked suddenly, giving you a side glance, "Like, that didn't make things weird?"

"Course not," you hummed, squeezing his hand, "I've been pretending to be madly in love with you for a few weeks now, I don't think anything is gonna make it weird anymore."

He gave you a lopsided grin, "Okay. Just checking."

You weren't lying, but you weren't really telling the truth either. Something did change after waking up to Peter holding you like a koala, but you didn't want to address it. Looking at him brought that weird feeling into your chest and you really, really didn't want to dwell on what that might be.

-

The whole team looked tired when you joined them for breakfast, no one even making a single comment toward you as you and Peter grabbed some food. Peter let you take the last bit of hash browns, and Sam didn't even have the energy to tease you when you kissed Peter's cheek as a thank you.

"We'll leave in twenty, meet at the jet. Don't be late," Steve warned you all before leaving to get ready, Nat and Bucky following behind. Sam was still working on his breakfast and he complained about being left alone with you two, but you and Peter just made faces at him.

Peter swiped one of your pieces of toast and you stuck your tongue out at him. "That was my last piece, jerk."

"I'm a growing boy, sweetheart, sorry about it," he wiggled his eyebrows and you tried to ignore the feeling you got when he used that nickname. "And Sam took like four pieces of toast, so. Who's really to blame here."

"Man, you can't steal your girlfriend's food like that," Sam chuckled, "She's gonna leave you if you keep that up."

"Nah, you'd never leave me, right babe?" Peter started pressing kisses to your face and you shoved him off, laughing.

"I'm thinking about it," you teased, hoping you didn't look too flustered after that. "Should've thought about that before stealing my food."

"I like seeing you two like this," Sam commented, and for once you could tell he was being genuine and not teasing. "Seriously. You guys are good together."

"Thanks, Sam," you pinched his cheek and he swatted your hand away, frowning.

"Yeah, you're both annoying, it works out perfectly."

"Hey!" Peter tossed a plastic fork at him as he got up, laughing and dodging it.

"See you kids in five!"

"Well he clearly buys it," Peter said as soon as he left, taking a bite out of your toast. "I don't think Bucky or Tony do."

"Hm, yeah they'll be hard to convince, but we're doing a great job so far, even I almost believe us," you chuckled, grabbing your remaining toast out of his hand and taking a bite while he pouted at you. "Come on, Spidey, time to join them before they accuse us of making out in a closet or something."

He choked on his drink at that while you stood up, stretching your arms. "Man that bed was uncomfortable. Or maybe it was cause your arms wouldn't let me move all night."

"Sorry," he cringed a little, "I didn't mean to-"

"I'm just messing with you, Pete," you cleaned up your plates, "At least I didn't need a heater last night since you basically wrapped around me like a koala-"

"Okay, okay," he blushed while you laughed at him, dumping your dishes with the rest of them. "I get it."

You were both right on time to report in the quinjet as Steve had the hologram back up, giving you all last minute directions. The base was only a few miles from the hotel, so you were hovering in camouflage mode until everyone was ready.

"Nat and Y/N, you two got the east side for intel and Sam and Bucky will get the south, Peter stick with me in the southwest-"

"Wait, hold up, why aren't Peter and I going together?" You interrupted.

"You're dating now. You guys might do something reckless to protect each other or you'd just get distracted in general, so you can't be partnered."

You didn't like that at all. Peter was always partnered with you on missions and patrol and the idea of going into the field without him scared you. You bit your lip and exchanged a glance with him, seeing his expression and knowing he also felt uncomfortable not going in with you.

But Steve continued talking and you knew protesting that wouldn't work out for you, anyway. Soon enough you were all landed about half a mile outside the base, your group needing to split up to circle around. And Peter was still holding your hand right up until you had to go.

"I don't like it," you admitted as you both stood outside the jet, "I don't like being separated from you."

"Me neither," he said softly, sighing, "We'll be on comms, though. We'll be fine."

He suddenly cracked a smile, "You have jam on your face."

"Shit," you muttered, bringing a hand up to find it but he caught your wrist, stopping you. Instead he brought his thumb up and wiped it along your cheek, leaving his hand to cup your face.

He held your cheek for a moment, looking like he wanted to say something else but instead he just leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. Despite how many times he had done it in the past few weeks, something felt different this time as he let it linger a little bit longer for pulling back. He let his hand fall back down but he kept staring at you for a moment, still looking like he wanted to say something.

"Wrap it up lovebirds!" Sam called out, breaking you out of the weird staring contest you seemed to be having with Peter.

"See you in a bit," he grinned, shooting you a finger gun before turning and jogging to where the others were.

"You ready?" Nat's voice brought you back our of your trance, and you nodded, adjusting the electric gauntlets on your wrists that she gave you for the mission. "We're going in first, comms channel five."

"Sounds good," you agreed, following her down the opposite path. You glanced back one more time to see Peter leaving with the others, and you tried to ignore the bad feeling in the pit of your stomach.

-

The mission proved to be a shit show almost immediately.

As soon as you and Nat were inside, you heard fighting through someone's comms. Bucky said that there had been an ambush waiting on their end, and you felt your heart leap in your throat when Peter confirmed it, also having been caught up.

"They'll be fine," Natasha said to you once they cut out again, like she could read your mind. "Let's focus."

"Right."

You followed her through the base, the silence compared to what you could hear through the comms a little concerning. She had you both pause outside a door, nodding at you to be ready.

She kicked the door open with guns up, but it was empty. You both dropped your arms and frowned.

"It's a set up," she said quickly, pushing you back outside the room just in time.

An explosion went off and sent you both flying, but luckily all it did was throw you against some boxes in the hallway, and you weren't hit directly.

"Shit, was that all the intel?" You grumbled as you rolled back up. "They destroyed it all-"

"They must've known we were coming," her eyes widened, "We need to go help the others."

You felt your heart skip a beat and nodded, running with her down the hallway toward the south side. She tapped her comms and updated them on what was going on, and right as you both got to another door, they both slammed open to show agents.

Natasha grabbed your arm and yanked you behind a wall just as they started shooting, letting out a curse as she got clipped.

"You okay?"

"You go through that hallway, I got this," she pointed at one down the hall. "It seems like a back way to get there, no one should give you trouble."

You nodded, not wanting to defy her orders as she handed you one of her guns. With a grimace you turned the safety off and went down the hall, hearing her start to shoot back at the agents.

It was silent again except for the sound of your feet hitting the floor as you ran through some doors, making sure to have your gun up just in case. At the moment all you could hear through comms was Steve barking orders at Bucky and Sam. Nothing from Peter. Nothing from Nat.

You kicked another door open to see that you found some kind of security room. There were two guards watching screens that showed all the fighting you could hear through the comms, and they both turned when you burst in.

"Hi guys," you said cheerfully.

Despite the gun you held up, the first guy jumped you immediately. You managed to get out of the way and duck his arm, using a neat trick Natasha taught you and grabbing his arm and twisting it so he couldn't move, before pushing him against the other guy.

Suddenly someone's arms came around your neck from behind and you grabbed them, trying to pull them away so you could breath. The gun fell to the floor and you kicked it under the file cabinet so none of them could grab it.

The two men on the floor recovered and one came towards you, but you used the momentum of the guy who was still trying to choke you out and jumped up, kicking his chest with both feet. You landed and pulled the guy behind you over your head and flipped him over, ignoring the strain in your muscles as you did so. He ended up hitting his head on the metal cabinet, knocking out immediately.

Ouch.

You blocked a punch from the first guy (he really didn't want to give up) and managed to hook his leg with your foot, sending the both of you rolling to the floor. He growled as he tried to pin you down but you kneed him in the gut before shoving him off of you, using your gauntlets to give him a little shock so he'd also knock out.

"Parker's not responding on comms," Sam's voice came through, and you froze. "He's been off for five minutes now, not responding on any channels. Does anyone have eyes?"

"What?" You demanded, barely dodging another punch from the last Hydra agent. You caught his fist as he tried again and twisted it behind his back, trying not to freak out. "What happened? Where-where is he-"

"Y/N, I'm sure he's fine, it probably just got knocked out. Happens all the time," Bucky's words didn't relax you at all. "We're almost wrapped up here, someone get a location on Peter."

Steve said he was on it as you grabbed the keyboard from the desk, smacking it hard against the agent's head so he's be knocked out. You stood up and tried to relax your heart rate, knowing it would be pointless to freak out about Peter when he was probably fine. This was why you hated being apart from him. If you could see him in front of you then you knew he was safe, but now...

"Shit!" You cursed as a sharp pain caught you in the abdomen, and you nearly buckled over. The second agent hadn't really been knocked out, and he had managed to get your gun when you were distracted with the news of Peter not responding.

"Everyone check in," Steve said through comms as you collapsed against the wall, gripping your stomach as the pain became overwhelming. The agent who shot you just got up and ran.

"Sam and I are good," Bucky responded.

"I'm all clear," Nat confirmed while you winced, raising a shaky hand to your comms.

"Shot," you breathed out, wincing as the pain got worse when you spoke. "I was-"

Your finger slipped and accidentally changed the channel a little, their voices blurring together. "Shit!"

"Y/N?" Nat's voice sounded scratchy, "Guys, I think Y/N's down, we need backup. I'm going to try and find her. Did you guys get Peter yet?"

"Can't find him. Comms still down, we'll keep looking."

"Y/N?" You barely heard Peter's voice closer, and it didn't sound like it was on comms, "Y/N, hey, what-what the hell happened?"

You squinted as his face came into your view, or his mask at least. "What-how did you-"

"My senses, I-I felt something wrong," he said quickly, squatting down in front of you and ripping his mask off. He looked terrified. "What happened? Where-"

You lifted your hand away from where you were shot, feeling dizzy at the blood on your hands as Peter cursed.

"You're never going in without me again," he muttered quickly, leaning over and ripping off part of one of the passed out agents' shirts as if it were paper and wrapping it around your waist. You winced as he tied it, apologizing a hundred times as he applied pressure to it.

"Nat, Steve, someone," he tapped his comms, his voice shaking, "Fuck, it's still down."

"Pete, I'm tired," you said weakly, not wanting to open your eyes even as you felt Peter's hands on your face trying to keep you awake.

"H-hey, don't say that, please stay awake," he said quickly, shaking you a little. "You're gonna be fine, I promise."

He took your comm out of your ear and hooked it on his own, his words sounding like mush to your ears as you felt your eyes rolling back. The pain from your wound and how tired you already were was starting to hit you hard.

"Sweetheart, hey," his voice pulled you back a little, "Nat's coming, can you stay awake for me?"

"Trying," you mumbled, but your eyes shut again as you felt his hand on your shoulder, shaking you again.

"Damn it," you felt his arms move under your knees and around your shoulders, lifting you up. "I got you, I got you."

"What the hell happened?" You heard another voice but couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes, your body starting to feel way more fatigued.

"She, she was shot, please, I-I can't stand it if..."

You didn't hear the rest before you blacked out.

-

The beeping woke you up.

You were lucky enough not to have many hospital visits, but you knew enough to recognize the smell and the sound and the general feel. Your eyes were still shut but you could tell you were in a hospital bed, your hand sore from an IV with one of your fingers clipped, a heart rate monitor beeping, a painful ache in your stomach.

And someone was holding your hand.

You blinked a few times against the harsh lights, your eyes moving down to the boy who was holding your hand in his. As far as you could tell Peter was knocked out, his chair pulled up next to your bed and his head resting on the bed space next to your hand and by your legs. He was the only one in here and it seemed dark outside, but you had no idea what time it was.

"Pete," you tried squeezing his hand a little, though you were pretty weak. "Wake up."

"Hm?" His head lifted up a little but then his eyes widened and he shot up fully, "H-Hey, you're awake!"

"I am," you confirmed as he leaned forward and gave you a hug, "Ooh, careful."

"Oh God, sorry, I'm sorry," he pulled back and let his hands hover over you, "Are you okay, should-should I call someone-"

"I'm fine," you smiled a little, leaning back and sighing. "Just fragile at the moment."

"Good, good," he mumbled, sitting back down and not quite meeting your eyes as he took your hand in his again.

"What happened?" You asked, having some trouble remembering exactly how you ended up in here. You definitely remember getting shot, but the rest was kind of blurry. "Is everyone-"

"Everyone's fine," Peter interrupted, and you realized now he had tears in his eyes, "We got out fine, there was a set up and the intel couldn't be saved but-but it doesn't matter. You've been in here for a few days, they wanted you to wake up naturally instead of medically, so-so, yeah."

"Are you okay?" You asked softly, concerned at the way he looked now and how scared you remembered him being when he found you.

His eyes were rimmed red, bags under the, his hand almost too tight as it still held one of yours. "I'm not okay, because you're in here and you got hurt and I was being an idiot with a broken comm and I-I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"Wasn't your fault," you said, your voice sounding croaky.

"They said you got distracted because I wasn't on comms," he sniffed, "It was my fault."

"No, it was my fault for not paying attention to my surroundings," you tried to clear your throat, the scratchiness starting to annoy you. "Hey, do you mind-?"

You didn't have to finish before he grabbed your water from your side table and handed it to you, somehow knowing what you wanted. You took a few smalls sips while Peter watched you, still not letting go of your hand. His expression gave away that he had something to say so you just waited, hoping the water would help your throat a little.

"I'm in love with you," he blurted.

You choked on the water, "Excuse me?"

"I'm in love with you and you almost died and I should've told you before but I didn't so I'm telling you now," he said quickly, his expression terrified but also relieved at the same time, like he had been holding those words in since you blacked out.

"Peter, no one else is in here, you don't have to pretend," you said slowly, but he just shut his eyes and gripped your hand tighter, shaking his head.

"I'm not - no, Y/N, I'm not saying it to try and fool anyone. I'm saying it because it's true and I almost lost you and I can't keep lying about how I feel, I can't."

You stared at him in shock, but Peter was already talking again before you could even think of a response.

"I think the team's teasing always bothered me because I was in denial about how I really felt about you," he said quietly, almost sounding scared as he said it. "I got distracted with Liz and then MJ but...but it was always you. When MJ told me she liked Brad I was hurt but I realized it wasn't because she didn't like me - it was because I realized I liked you. And you had been encouraging me to go after her so much that I knew I never had a chance with you. And I didn't want to accept that I loved you because you're my best friend and...and it was obvious you didn't feel that way about me."

"I do, though," you whispered, his eyes widening a fraction. "I realized recently that I did, at least. And maybe I always have, but...but being with you like this made me realize that I do feel that way about you."

"Really?"

You nodded and he grinned, bringing your intertwined hands up to his face and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

He stood up and leaned over you, being careful not to press against you at all as he took your face in his hands, a contagious smile on his lips. "Say it again. Please."

"I love you," you promised, letting your hand that wasn't wrapped in an IV clip come up and hold his face too, as he let your foreheads press together. "I love you, Peter."

He moved forward and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you for real this time. You hadn't pictured your first kiss with him to be when he was still all teary eyed and you were stuck in a hospital bed, but you weren't complaining as you moved your lips against his, trying not to smile.

You both pulled back when your heart rate monitor started going crazy, Peter's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. You groaned as he got a smirk his face, now realizing why it was going off.

"Seriously? Am I that good of a kisser-"

"Shut up," you mumbled, catching his lips in another gentle kiss, moving back before your stupid heart rate monitor decided to betray you like that again.

He brushed his lips against your forehead briefly before pulling away, his hand still holding your face delicately as his expression got serious. "I hate seeing you like this."

"And I hate seeing you like this," you ran your thumb under his eyes, the dark circles more prominent than ever. "Have you been sleeping?"

"In this chair, couple hours a night."

"That doesn't count."

"Well shit," another voice made Peter jump a little, turning to see some of the team standing in the doorway. Tony and Bucky looked pissed while Sam did a fist pump.

"Called it! Okay, you idiots both owe me a fifty," Sam said with a shit-eating grin, both Tony and Bucky groaning as they reached for their wallets.

"What's going on?" Peter asked, and Tony just glared at you both.

"You two just had to actually be together, didn't you?" He muttered, smacking the bills onto Sam's hand. "It seemed so obvious it wasn't real, now I don't know left from right."

"What are you guys talking about?" You winced as you sat up a little, Peter's hand on your back to support you.

"We thought you guys were faking it to get us off your backs," Bucky admitted. "But clearly not since we just walked in on Peter laying one on you with no one else around. Glad to know we were right to force you two together though, I guess."

Peter and you exchanged a look, trying not to laugh.

"Why in the world would you think we were faking it?"

~ 

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Peter is a restless sleeper, he’s constantly moving around trying to get comfortable. He’s also built like a furnace, and all he wants to do is hold you, so good luck.

He’ll be both the big spoon and the little spoon, but he has a preference for being the big spoon. He likes to just wrap himself around you completely. He’ll wrap his arms around you, tangle his legs with yours, and bury his face in your neck or shoulder.

When you wake up, hope you don’t need to actually get up, because it’ll be near impossible.

Of course there are the rare occasions he has nightmares. He used to get them all the time, but since he’s started dating you they’ve seemed to lessen.

He’ll wake up in a cold sweat, panting. He’ll sigh, then try to get up and go to the bathroom so he doesn’t disturb you. Little does he know you’ve been awake for a few minutes now, it turns out cuddling with someone while thrashing around in your sleep will do that.

“Peter, are you okay?” You ask him softly, reaching for his hand.

Peter clears his throat, and wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. “I’m fine, yeah.” His voice cracks a bit.

Images of Gwen flash through his head. He couldn’t save her. What if one day he couldn’t save you?

You sit up, and pull him into a hug. Sometimes he cries, other times he just sits there in silence. He feels safe in your arms, he’s grateful that you’re always there to comfort him through his nightmares.

He’ll fall back asleep, probably with his head on your chest. You just run your hand through his hair, glad that you’re able to give him some semblance of comfort.

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atomic • peter parker (18+)

it's not like you actually think peter parker is stupid, you just know he likes it when you call him names • 2k

warnings: NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!! sexual content, sub!college!pete, that beautiful balance of degradation and praise, a splash of mirror kink, pete recieving oral, gender non-specific reader !!!! light choking

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slow and steady, his hand inches towards you like a spider, trekking the hills and dales of his striped note sheets before resting beside yours; his index finger scratching at your knuckle. there’s a long moment of silence between you as he scratches away, before he eventually evolves to poking.

“hey bestie.” he prods, like you haven’t already made it obvious you’re ignoring him. usually, studying with peter isn’t an entire pain in the ass, but he seems to be hellbent on distracting you today, jostling you with his shoulder and bumping you with his knee. any other time, you would have been happy to play along - it wasn’t like you were above doodling on his paper when he was distracted - but nothing was fun with the threat of midterms hanging over your heads.

outside, the pigeons coo and rustle in the nest near his dorm room window, the general hustle and bustle of campus droning away three stories beneath you. the two of you are poring over study notes at his desk, buried under reams of worksheets and notes and hand-outs, and when you look up at him he’s got that sappy look on his face, like you can take the pain of schoolwork away. if only.

“i’m studying, bestie.”

“i’m bored.”

“good for you.

“my brain hurts.” he’s whinging now, scratching and scratching at you, a feather-light touch, until you drop the biro from your lips and look at him, unimpressed. peter is pouting at you, his bottom lip set into a jut, feigning a tremble. “what?”

“we have midterms, pete.”

“it’ll be fine!”

“yeah, you’ll be fine. we’re not all midtown tech prodigies.” you stick your tongue out at him, and his face crumples for real now, his eyebrows furrowing into an unhappy knot. “what is it?”

“don’t say that. you’re really smart - smarter than me.” it’s a blatant lie - it’s not like you’re an idiot, but only one of you manufactures spider-web technology and takes down supervillains in between classes, and it’s certainly not you. you can see what he’s trying to do from a mile away, his head cocked keen like a flower turned to the sunlight, but you don’t have time for what you know he wants. instead, you roll your eyes at him, but it only seems to goad him on.

“shut up.”

“you are!”

“i’m not doing this right now, pete.” he’s playing dumb as usual, but he can’t stifle the smile that tugs at his mouth, breaking into a sheepish grin. you should have anticipated it really, he always gets like this around exam season; you’re not really sure what it is, but you suppose the expectations get to him. he spends most of his time stressing over his grades, and his aunt, and whether or not manhattan will be intact when he wakes up, that you guess he just enjoys a little simplicity - for someone else to be in charge for once.

it started off as simple sex last year, nothing complicated, just as a stress reliever and a wind-down to a long day of studying. ‘simple sex’ quickly snowballed into something else after you’d accidentally lost your balance while riding him, your hand slipping to his throat to catch yourself. it had wrenched a groan from peter that was so embarrassingly loud, he had to hide in the bathroom for ten minutes, stewing in shame until you coaxed him out again. now, you were at a stage where he enjoyed the embarrassment of it, sought it out. it made sense really; he spent all day having to be so smart and responsible, that all he wanted when he saw you was to switch his brain off and be treated like an idiot. he spends most of the run-up to exams as putty in your hands, and usually, you’re perfectly happy to take the pressure off of him; it’s just that you’ve now got an entire semester’s worth of material to study, and not a lot of time to actually study it.

“doing what?” scratch scratch scratch. you’re quickly fed up with it, your hand snapping and suddenly his wrist is locked into your grasp, pinned against one of his hardback textbooks with a light thud. the room falls into a lull, the november gale dropping to a whisper and stilling the planetrees outside. some wild glint is sparked in his eyes like a flint - you’re both the steel and the tinder, igniting and fuelling it.

“peter.”

“please.” the lilt in his voice seems to seal the deal, every atom in his body thrumming at the cadence of you, ringing like a tuning fork. he’s got that look again, the one he knows melts you, and something gets you by the throat. not peter, no, but perhaps the situation of it all.

ah, fuck it. he needs it. you need it.

in an instant, you're both up on the desk and you’re pushing him across the cool surface, your arm on his chest forcing him down, down, until he’s pressed to his notes on metaphysics. he’s absolutely delighted, a breath tugging itself from his lungs in an ecstatic huff.

“is this it? is this what you’re so desperate for?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“don’t be so fucking stupid, parker.” he fidgets under your lap, eyes blown wide and dark, hands grasping reflexively at your thighs, using them as leverage to rasp his hips into yours. you rise up on your haunches, denying him the sensation, and he whines, his voice small, a low and gentle murmur.

“say it again. please.”

“don’t beg, it’s pathetic.” his back arches with your tone, his nails skimming your skin. peter is settling into this character far too well, leaning into your touch as you grasp his jaw, mouth lolling open. you adjust your grip, pressing your palm to his cheek and forcing his head to the side, sinking him into his ruffled chemistry notes. his face is turned to face the mirror on the wall parallel, but he’s just looking at you, legs scrambling on the oakwood in search of purchase - his hips canting up, up, up.

“stop moving.” there’s a small whine, the crack of a whip in his throat, and he freezes. your fingers crawl, moving, wrapping, holding a grip around his throat, pinning him in place - peter is thrilled at the sheer force of it, gasping. “look at you. there’s nothing in that pretty little head, is there?”

there's an attempt made to nod his head, but your hold on him tightens at the movement, a breath hanging in the air, his adam’s apple bobbing beneath the heel of your hand. his flesh is warm and pliable beneath you, but the hair he hasn’t had a chance to shave yet scrapes against your palm as he flexes his jaw. the way he’s staring at himself is almost criminal, lips parted as the flush on his face spreads like fire to his neck and ears - burning your fingertips.

“harder.” peter whispers, and you squeeze, his body curling up, straining, strung taut. his hand reaches for you, tracing the pad of a trembling finger over the slope of your cheek, outstretched like michelangelo’s adam. “harder, pleasepleaseplease.”

“jesus christ.” you breathe out, watching a smirk tug at his mouth, head thrown back as he watches you in the mirror. his hair spills into the stacks of your notebooks, splayed out, a chestnut halo. dropping your hips, he jolts like something’s shocked him, grinding up and into you with a groan. he’s hard and hot against your thigh, the weight of him caught between you and the plane of his stomach, your hand sliding up his throat into the dip where his neck meets his jaw, tipping his head back. between gasps and semi-desperate rutting, he still has time for sarcasm.

“my name is peter.”

“shut up.” you want to tighten your grip, to punish him, but he’d probably like that. instead, you indulge him, working the stress and tension out of him like a knot, shifting down his body until the drawstring of his sweatpants is in your sights. they’re shucked down his hips as he lifts them for you, releasing him from the confines of cotton and polyester, swelling against his happy trail. there’s no hand on his neck anymore, but he stays where you put him, willing and obeying with every fibre of his being. as he turns his head, you see an smudged equation printed in blue across his cheek, pressed there by freshly-written ink.

“you wanna ask nicely for me, or did you forget how?” you ask, and he keens at you, shifting under your weight, desperate, until you pin his hips still, thumbs stamping bruises into the peach-soft skin in the dips of his pelvis. you want something akin to devouring him, digging in your teeth, sinking in your nails, tasting him on your tongue like syrup and grenadine. “come on, show me there’s a brain in there, sweetheart.”

“will you go down on me? please. please.”

“good boy.”

his honeyed gaze is fixed on you through the mirror, watching you as you take him into your mouth, and the gasp that hangs in the air seems to be the only sound in the world; pealing like a church bell from saint patrick’s. it sinks quickly through his chest into a moan, sweetness mixed into the timbre of it, like the bursting of pomegranate seeds from hades itself. his chest heaves, rising and falling under his university hoodie, sweat beading at his temples. hair falls over his forehead as he tenses, shoulders curling in on himself, brows furrowing. your tongue slides over him, drinking up what beads at the tip as if it were ambrosia, and the sounds he produces are nothing short of illegal. you feel every vein and ridge of him, the plush slit at the tip, the petal-soft velvet of his skin.

“love you.” peter huffs, head lolling back and exposing his rosied neck, stumbling over his words. his hands flutter over you, moths to the flame, before settling into your hair, pushing it from your face and exposing it to the plane of the mirror. you watch each other in its surface, his eyes starried and captivated by your ministrations, like narcissus in the pond. “so hot."

you leave him with a pop, spit slick, and smile at the acme of him, your lips brushing the taut skin at the underside.

“is that all you can manage?”

“while you’re doing tha- that-” you’re moving again, his speech juddering to a stop, a moan stuttering out of him. he curses once, then again, hands fisting in your hair as you increase in speed, tongue flat against him.

“fuck, i- 'm gonna-!” he cuts himself off with a hitch of his breath, hands pulling his practice chemistry exams into tense fistfuls. your response is a low hum, your mouth full - ‘already?’

it’s only when his come pools in the fold of your tongue like oyster pearls, strings of your name falling from his lips like a rosary, that you realise he’s sprawled over all of your test notes, crumpling them. you swallow him down, and he falls back, spent.

“if you’ve ruined any of my notes, parker, i’m blaming you for my grade.”

“you can blame me for anything you want if it means you do that to me.”

“no,” you muse, swiping your thumb at the corner of your mouth, and then his cheek, marring the ink into a blue stripe. his nose is smushed against the wood, eyes closed in bliss as he stretches out like a cat that got the cream. “that’s only for when you’re being annoying.”

[phoenixyfriend]

The Guy in the Chair and the Guy in Spandex

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Ned Leeds has always harbored some small fantasy of being Super.

He’s not, probably. He’s not a mutant, and he doesn’t have a powered suit or superspy training. He’s just Ned Leeds, high school senior and future computer engineer. He thinks that, if he does well enough at MIT, he can probably end up as somebody’s Guy In The Chair, which would be totally awesome.

In pursuit of this goal, he spends a lot of his free time coding. The things he codes aren’t the most complex or super, really, but learning to do mods for video games is still practice. When he’s really lucky, he gets to use the school’s 3D printer to make the kinds of tools that he think the superspy kind of heroes might use. He’s not exactly great at it yet—that kind of thing is proprietary, and he needs classes on the topic before he can actually do anything like that—but it’s fun.

MJ’s been encouraging him. He’s pretty sure she thinks it’s kind of dumb, but she doesn’t say so. This is incredibly nice, for MJ.

Lola keeps telling him he’s got magic in him, and it comes out in his coding, but he prefers to think it’s the hard work and endless practice. He’s a nerd, and he’s proud of that.

It’s just that sometimes… it feels like there might be more.

--

Ned doesn’t initially pay much attention to Peter Parker. The guy is just one of Michelle’s customers. He’s about their age, and seems to be in a shitty enough life situation that it’s notable, but he’s just some guy. The only reason Ned really notices the dude is that he probably has a crush on Michelle, and it’s kind of Ned’s job, as her best friend, to scope the guy out a bit.

Unfortunately, Peter Parker apparently has no internet presence. There isn’t even an out-of-date Facebook account or anything. Parker just… doesn’t seem to exist. It might be a fake name. It probably is. That’s not actually a big deal, though. Giving strangers the wrong name in places like donut shops isn’t sketchy.

Ned vaguely notes it when Parker starts working for a lawyer. MJ mentions it, and the job shift means that Parker is now wearing a button-down instead of pizza delivery clothes. He doesn’t come in smelling vaguely of grease and tomato paste anymore. He drops by a little more often than he did, and sometimes gets a donut instead of just coffee. It’s a good sign, Ned thinks, but also not really his business.

Except then MJ catches his attention, and does the wide eyes that mean ‘do what I say, or I’m going to lecture you about it later.’ Ned does as she says, because his best friend is kind of intimidating, before he processes what she’s even trying to tell him to do. She’s jerking her head and doing the ‘pay attention’ expression, and Ned follows the gesture to… Parker.

The guy looks beat to shit.

Exhausted. Bruised, both under the eyes and across the cheek. Raw-red knuckles and an angry cut on his temple that Ned really hopes isn’t going to get infected.

“Go talk to Ned,” he hears his best friend order a boy who might as well be a stranger.

“Um, that’s not—I mean, I—that’s—”

“He’s bored and I’ve got customers. You’re both loser nerds, it’ll be fine.”

Why the hell does Parker look like he’s going to cry at that? Yeah, it’s an insult, but it’s not a particularly intense one, and MJ had even insulted Ned in the same breath. It’s chill.

Parker glances at Ned and, on the spur of the moment, Ned flips MJ off. She returns the gesture, fake surprise across her face.

Parker looks torn between laughing and fleeing.

Maybe there’s an issue with his home life or something.

Ned is legitimately surprised, if only a little, when Parker actually does as suggested and joins him at the counter. He looks nervous. He won’t meet Ned’s eyes.

“So, how’d that happen?” Ned asks, waving vaguely at Parker’s face. He already sort of knows, because he’s overheard Parker talk about living in a rough area before, and people usually take that as a neutral topic. It’s New York. Fights happen.

Parker meets his eyes, blinking like a stunned lemming. “Uh—what?”

“You get mugged?” Ned tries to clarify. “You’re kinda banged up.”

“Oh! Yeah, um, sorta?” Parker looks away again. “I was on my way home and some guys were harassing these girls in club clothes and I tried to step in to distract them while the girls got a Lyft. Wasn’t planning on having it turn into a fight, but…”

“Dude, that’s so cool,” Ned enthuses. “Like a little hero moment, right?”

Parker flushes. He also goes pale. It’s a very strange and uncomfortable look, sickly and unpleasant. “Not really? I mean, the second people started throwing punches, the bouncer noticed and finally got involved. I barely got a hit in.”

Ned isn’t sure if that’s true. Parker’s definitely spindly enough that Ned can see him not doing too hot in a fight, but something tells him it’s more complicated than that. “Still cool that you helped them out, though.”

“Yeah, I’m—I mean I guess?” Parker just really does not stop stuttering. “It’s not, uh, not a huge deal or anything.”

Ned tries to think of something to say. He’s got nothing.

“So I hear they’re completely reworking the sequel trilogy now that everything’s mostly settled from the Blip,” Parker says, and just like that, they’re off.

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