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[spideyswebhead]

Personal Furnace | Peter Parker

Pairing | Peter Parker X GN!reader

Prompt Used | “Ah, your feet are ice-cold!” by @creativepromptsforwriting (I'll link the list I took this from later)

Word Count | 392

Tagging | Fluff, not proof-read cause lazy

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It was incredibly cold in your apartment and you were originally studying with Peter for this physic's homework you were struggling with. You started shivering once the AC started up and Peter welcomed you into his warm arms, both of you completely forgot about your physic's homework and what you were doing originally. Peter started getting cold too so you pulled the blanket on the couch over you and Peter to keep warm, only covering your top half, legs and feet exposed to the cold air.

You snuggle in closer to Peter, rubbing random patterns with your finger on his bicep, grinning anytime you feel him shiver when you brush his skin just right to be ticklish. A happy hum comes from you as Peter pulls you closer to him and you bury your face closer to him between his chin and collarbone, a smile tugging on your lips as you felt him press a kiss on your hair.

Your right leg was between Peter's thighs as you both tried to get as close as possible, your toes buried between the couch cushions and back of the couch, but the air was still able to drift by, freezing your feet still. Your left foot out in the open air, freezing by itself. You could get some slippers or cozy socks from your bedroom, but Peter's embrace and warmth was so nice you couldn't begin to think of leaving them now.

"Ah! Your feet are ice-cold!"

Peter's feet jerk away from your popsicle toes as you had unconsciously tried burying them under his feet, your toes touching his ankle. The coldness shocking his skin to jolt away from your sneaky toes.

"I'm cold still!"

"Okay well go get some socks if you're so cold then! I'm not a furnace." He says, pulling away slightly to look down to you, you looked up and pout.

"But I'm comfy! And you're a very nice furnace."

"And you're going to freeze me to death with your toes!" He says, kissing your forehead. "I'll be here to warm you back up when you come back."

You pout and lift the blanket off, lazily walking off to your bedroom down the hall and Peter can't help but smile as he watches you walk away, his arms open for you to climb right back into them. Where you belong.

[tomholland1996simp]

What happened?|| Peter parker

Warning: Mentions panic attacks, abuse, lots of crying and being kicked out.

Summary: Peter just wanted his best friend back, he missed you. Today was finally the day he was going to ask to hang out with you and talk about what had happened to you both. However you say no. Why? Well he’s about to find out when he sees you crying to his aunt.

POV will keep switching throughout this.

Peter finally has had enough. You were his best friend, everyday you would both hang out since the age of 12. You and Peter were always together, your friendship was so close. Sometimes people questioned to whether or not you’re dating each other, but you both would always deny saying you were best friends.

Deep down inside you both like love each other.

“H-hey, wait up!” Peter called from behind you.

“Leave me alone, Peter” You coldly said putting your hood on over your head. You didn’t want to see him right now, you knew he had done nothing wrong. But why are you blocking him out? Well you see-

“I’ve given you your space. What happened to us, y/n? We were best friends and then like two months ago you started ignoring me. I only wanna fix this, please, your my best friend. I love you” He pleaded as you came to a halt at his last statement.

‘I love you’. That statement always had hurt you, people would always say it to you and never meant it. They would always hurt you straight after.

“Don’t say that” You snap.

“Say what? ‘I love you’ It’s because I do”

“No you don’t! Just please leave me alone, I can’t be friends with you, okay?” Now your directly looking into his eyes, you haven’t had a conversation with him in almost two months.

Peter nodded silently walking away, not before you noticing the tears forming in his eyes. The bell went not so long after, meaning you had to get to your next class. However you didn’t want to be at school anymore, so all you did is left.

4 days later

Peter didn’t see you at school the next day or the next after. He decided to stay at Ned’s on Friday, leaving Aunt May alone for the whole day. He didn’t come home late Saturday due to patrolling his spider-man duties.

He expected to just arrive home and have the rest of the evening for homework and chilling out with May. What he didn’t expect to see was his ex best friend crying into his aunts arms. He had opened the door to his apartment, throwing the keys on the side, calling out to May telling her he was home and that he will be in his room.

He didn’t get no reply, only just heard sobs that did not come from May. From the bathroom he saw the light on, hearing Mays voice trying to calm someone down?

“Shhh, Y/n, breathe.” May cooed.

y/n?

Peter rushed into the bathroom at the mention of the name of the girl he secretly is in love with. Then there sat a sobbing y/n on the counter whilst May stood hugging the girls body. Her breathing was fast paced, Peter knew that she was having a panic attack.

“I-I c-can’t breathe” She cried whilst May wiped a tear away from the girl. Before May could speak to her, Peter spoke.

“y/n? Hey, hey” He rushed over to the girl cupping her face. May instantly knew that Peter would be the only one to calm down the teary girl so she left the bathroom.

Y/n’s face grew wide as she saw him, she wanted to hide her face knowing she would have to tell him the truth of what’s going on. “Peter?” She questioned breathing heavily.

“Y-yeah, yeah it’s me. Focus on my breathing okay, breathe in and out. Shhhh, It’s okay i’m hear” He told her, also noticing her black eye that he would for sure question later.

“I-I’m so sorry” she cried knowing she must’ve hurt her best friend from ignoring him these past months.

Peter only kissed her head, telling her not to apologise. He pulled her close to his chest so she could hear his heart beat. Eventually she had calmed down, her breathing slowed into the natural pace.

Once she calmed down Peter was still in between her legs as she sat on the counter top. Then he looked to his right seeing a medical kit that May must’ve gotten out. That’s when it hit him, she’s hurt.

“What happened?” He moved her hair behind her ear, y/n instantly turning her head wanting nothing but to avoid the question. “You can tell me anything, angel”

There it is, that’s the nick name she loved. Only Peter could make her heart skip a beat by calling her that. Then it takes her back to reality, it’s just Peter and her. It’s only them. And she trusts Peter with her whole heart, she knows he will do anything for her.

You took a deep breath before talking, “It’s been happening for a little while. At first I didn’t think much of i-it. I knew he was a drug addict and he was becoming an alcoholic. I didn’t think he would ever hurt me though. He’s meant to be my dad, Pete.” She spoke, tears welling in her eyes. Peter knew where this was going, he wanted nothing but to hurt him.

“I didn’t tell you, not because I didn’t trust you, it’s because I didn’t want to seem weak. He just got so mad sometimes that It made me pull away from the people I love. He told me I wasn’t allowed to be friends with anyone, he is so controlling. My dad says things to me, he tells me i’m worthless, ugly, fat, that I don’t belong here. H-He said I should’ve died in the car cr-ash not n-my mother” She started to cry again, the memories flooding back to her.

“I’m so sorry Pete. I love you so fucking much and I let him make me turn into a bitch-“

“Don’t you dare say that. Your not a bitch, don’t you believe a word he says. Your not fat nor ugly. Your the most beautiful, smart, intelligent, amazing girl I have ever met. I understand why you pushed me away, I j-just. Fuck!” Never in your life have you heard Peter swear so angry. Tears were now spilling in his eyes, all he wishes is that he protected you from this all. “I should’ve been there for you, to protect you”

You shook your head, “You couldn’t do anything. Today he just got mad, these men were in my house. All I had asked was for some money, then he snapped. Kicked me out, wanted to act like a big man in front of his friends” you pointed towards your big bag by the bathroom door.

Peters eyes softened, you had been kicked out of your own home. “Your never going back there” He pulled her into a big hug, afraid that if he let her go something could happen.

“She’s staying here” May appeared in the room making both teens jump a little. Y/n was about to decline the offer but May spoke again, “ I don’t care what you have to say y/n, your staying here. We are going to sort this out, your safe now” May reassured her.

“Thank you May but-“ Both Peter and May gave her a stern look knowing that she wouldn’t be going anywhere even if she turns down the offer. “Okay, fine. Thank you, for everything” Y/n smiled at the women as she left, reminding Peter to help clean her up.

Peter then spent a few minutes helping to clean her cuts. He almost cried just by the bruises on her face and he was sure there was more on her body.

“C-can you lift your shirt up?” He shyly asked wanting to see if bruises were on your stomach.

You silently nodded, lifting up your shirt a little. There was a purple bruise on your stomach almost making Peter wince by the look of it.

He then wiped some cream on top of it making you jump back a little. “Sorry, cold” You smile trying not to wince. Once Peter was done with your face and stomach he placed everything back into the cabinet.

“I’m so sorry” Peter apologised. “I didn’t know what was happening and if I did I would’ve helped you. I can’t believe how badly hurt you are” He looked down, both his hands now on either side of your body.

You then cup his face looking at him directly in the eyes, “It’s not you fault, Petey. I promise you it’s not. I should’ve told you. Now let’s forget about it, okay?” You smile at the cute boy as he nods.

You slowly move a finger to his lips, swiping his bottom lip before slowly leaning in. You notice Peter doing the same by leaning in and connecting your lips together. It only last a little while as you both pulled back for air, foreheads touching.

“Im in love with you” Peter breathes out.

“Im in love with you too” You giggle out, happy for this moment.

“Can I kiss you again?” Peter asks.

“Don’t need to ask me” You smirk a little, smashing your lips together again. This kiss was much more better, more passionate and full of love. You must’ve got carried away as you both heard a gasp from the door making both of you pull away from each other.

“Ooo, always knew Peter had a thing for you and the other way round.” May teased. “Use protection” She muttered leaving the bathroom closing the door to annoy you both.

“May!” Peter whined making you laugh.

Haven’t read over this so there could be mistakes.

[multifandomwhore-003]

Prettiest of them all —Drabble

Pairing: MCU! Peter Parker x Female! Reader

Summary: Horny AF 3am writing with no plot

Genre(s): smut, fluff

Warnings: dom! reader, sub! Peter, riding, semi-unedited work

A/N: I really can't decide if I like this or not, I just really need to fuck Peter Parker, any of the three will do

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You chuckled so lowly it was almost silent, "Believe me, you're prettier Peter,"

Your lips very softly pecked his, so gently, so delicately, so incredibly torturous, testing the waters of something you've always had the answer to. He took a deep breath, eyes still closed, and fluttered them open only to find yours completely doe-eyed for him.

"Really?"

He had no time or mind to regret his hesitant words now.

You impulsively scoffed at his naiveness, "Fucking Christ, you're perfect," the words quickly slipped before kissing him this time, really kissing him. A shaky hand reached for your waist and stopped right before getting under the fabric. Yours, however, firmly slipped slightly under the collar of his shirt, your ring and pinky finger resting on his collarbone.

His breath has been perhaps quicker than his heartbeat, so much so that he seemed to have no oxygen to make his forehead leave yours.

You cupped his face slightly caressing his cheek, "How's that for your-" you had to admit you were also lacking air, "for your first kiss,"

"Great, y- yeah, that was great," he couldn't fathom coming up with anything more.

You both giggled.

He felt your skin slip out of his shirt and your thumb being placed on his mouth, he soon realized his eyesight was blocked once again, but it didn't matter 'cause for the first time in a while he felt safe, and you were making an effort for it as well. The small, yet very significant contact was reassuring, comforting, and sweet, it was his first kiss after all; he didn't admit it, but you quickly figured it was his first encounter of such nature as well.

"Are you okay?" You whispered after a few seconds of silence.

He just nodded.

"Was-" he cleared his throat and snapped out by facing you once again, still not breaking the closeness, "Was that good? The- the kiss I mean," he subconsciously played with the edge of your top mistaking it for his.

It was your turn to nod now, subconsciously biting your bottom lip, still savoring it. A little clumsy and nervous, maybe a little tense, but kind and soft nonetheless, it was refreshing to not have to kiss a guy who was rushing for something more.

You noticed his flush moving all the way to the top of his face now, spreading pretty quickly.

"You wanna do it again?"

"Yeah-" he cut off himself.

You grinned against him, now more surely pulling him closer by his neck. God bless innocent Peter Parker for only hugging the waistline of your shorts. By the time you began to play with the bottom stitches of his shirt you made sure to look at him, lips free just in case he wanted to stop, he received the message, loud and clear, pulling it off his chest, over his head and not dropping it yet somewhere across your kitchen, he only allowed himself to release the thought of having it to put back in when you reached for his hands to interlace your fingers.

"You sure you wanna do this?"

'Remember it always Peter, consent is fundamental for any human interaction' his aunt's words couldn't have resounded louder.

"Yes, you?"

He smiled, "Yes,"

He helped you jump off the counter and let you guide him through the living room, the hallway, and into your room. You sat him on your bed after helping him to get rid of almost all of his clothes, you let his finger tips travel your body as he watched you undress yourself and seemingly make a whole show out of it. You had every urge to enjoy yourself just as much with him, but that would be for a different time, maybe even a different girl, you made peace with it, after all, this wasn't about you, it was for him.

He very visibly swallowed a groan when you stranded him, you kissed him more passionately this time, attempting to spark a bit more initiative, you confirmed it worked when you felt a little more strength when grabbing your hips, fingers tempted to go down further.

You let out a moan when feeling him completely hard, both your arousals grew bigger. He now confidently traced his lips down your neck, he looked up at you lightly biting the top of one of your breasts, after verifying you liked it, he repeated his action on the other side of your chest. You braided your hands into his hair soon after he began to kiss and suck your nipples.

He saw you after a little while, swollen lips, a thin thread of spit hanging from both places, you cleaned it with your thumb, and then bent down to join your faces.

"Are you ready?" You mumbled.

"Yes,"

With his help you removed his last piece of clothing. Now, if it were any other guy you would effortlessly reach for a condom in your nightstand, however, you decided to be bold and choose not to.

"I'm on the pill, so, don't worry about anything, okay?"

"Okay," he let out lovingly.

You stroke him a few times before beginning, and smoothly sat down, you gasped, he moaned. 'It's always the shy ones' you thought. Although by this point completely consumed by pleasure, he still managed to have his eyes filled with awe for you.

He recovered his strength after a couple seconds, you jumped a second time patiently, he couldn't help but hide his embarrassment in the crook of your neck, your hands reached for his biceps as support.

"Go faster, please," he muttered at the edge of your ear.

You granted his plead, making your actions less paused between one another, you couldn't overwhelm him. You accidentally let yourself fall harder, failing to shut an almost pornographic moan out of you, he just felt too fucking good.

"Oh my god," you couldn't hold the sounds any longer.

He cursed under his breath and began to repeat your name like a prayer. He was close, you could hear his voice weakening by the second, you proceeded to whine his name on his lips to send him over the edge, not long after, he came undone moaning yours.

[yourloverfromthepast]

Peter Parker: HEy y/n *grabs his phone* smash or pass?

Y/n: Pass

Peter: Wait but you haven’t seen the picture yet

Y/n: Picture? *you look at the phone* Oh- OOOOOOH 

Peter: I- 

Y/n: Oh god, I’m joking Peter, you should know you’re the only one I’d smash for the rest of my life

Peter, trying not to laugh: So I’m not ugly?

Y/n: Of course not you dummy! I love you, you should know that!

Steve, on the other side of the room, whispering: Stark, what does sma-

Tony: Don’t *stands up and leaves the room*

[the-suicidal-lizard]

Despite the fact this was a template I struggled

[viribusblog]

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

45 and 46 with tom please? 💗

You've got it! I just went to the fair so I felt like it was the perfect time to write this lol. I hope you enjoy it love! Feedback is appreciated, love you guys xx

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Penguins and Popsicles

45 - Trying to win a prize at the fair

46 - Your mouths getting dyed different colors from popsicles

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Summary: You and Tom spend the day at the fair

Taglist

Summer of Love

Masterlist

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“I think this is the last of the big rides,” (y/n) peaked around as they joined the line for the tilt-a-whirl.

Tom sighed in relief, “Good, I don’t know how much more my stomach can take.”

“We don’t have to go on this one,” she frowned.

“No, no, I’ll be fine darling,” he assured, “I’m sure I’ll still be able to handle the ferris wheel tonight.”

“Alright,” she smiled and kissed his cheek, “After this we should go play some games, I wanna try and win that cute penguin we saw.”

“Oh you’re getting the penguin, I’m gonna get you the fucking huge one too darling,” he beamed.

“Well considering all the games are totally rigged, I’ll be happy with just the small one.”

“No way, my peach deserves the best, I don’t care how much I have to spend, I’m winning you that penguin.”

“Will it be the pink one too?”

“Of course it’ll be the pink one! And we’re gonna put it right in the living room so everyone can see how much I love you.”

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“The tilt-a-whirl was a bad idea,” Tom groaned as they got off the ride, holding onto (y/n) for stability.

She frowned, “If you throw up on me I’m ditching you.” “I’m not gonna throw up,” he rolled his eyes, “And I’d at least be able to make it to the trash can if I did.”

“As long as it doesn’t end up on me I’m happy,” she squeezed his hand as she weaved them through the crowd, “Drink some water, it’ll settle your stomach.”

“Thanks peach,” he chuckled as he sipped at her water bottle, “Alright, where’d you see that penguin?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit down for a little while first?”

“Of course not, a little tummy ache isn’t going to stop me from winning you that prize. Now, where is the penguin?”

“Up this way, it was at the balloon dart throw thing. You know those games are totally rigged though.”

“Well my love can overcome any obstacles,” he wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed a loud kiss to her cheek.

She laughed as she pushed him off of her, “Knock it off.”

“Don’t fight my love darling,” he kissed her again.

“You’re such a dork,” she rolled her eyes as they approached the booth, “Alright lover boy, give it a go.”

“You two playing?” the girl running the booth smacked her gum before motioning for them to pass them their ticket cards.

“Oh no, just him,” (y/n) pushed Tom up.

He offered his wrist with a smile, “How much for the big penguin?”

“Three balloons, two balloons gets you a small prize, one gets you nothing,” she slammed three darts down in front of him and sighed, “Go ahead.”

“Can I get a good luck kiss?” he smirked, wiggling his brow suggestively.

(y/n) rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek, “There, you better win now.”

“I will, I will,” he assured. He took his time aiming and missed all three shots. (y/n) laughed behind him while he flushed, “Yeah I was warming up, let me go again.”

The woman scanned his card and Tom went again, managing to pop a single balloon. He didn't manage to hit even two of the balloons until his fifth turn, winning (y/n) a small stuffed dog. But it wasn’t enough for Tom, he kept going, burning through their tickets without ever managing to win the big prize. He’d collected a small fish and snake in addition to the dog, but the penguin remained elusive.

“One more time,” Tom insisted.

“Tom we only have enough tickets left for the ferris wheel,” (y/n) whined, “And I’ve already got these three little prizes, there’s no more room in my purse.”

He looked between her and the booth before sighing, “Okay, I guess we can forget about the penguin…”

She nodded, “Yes, let's just go ride the ferris wheel instead,” she pulled him away from the booth as he flashed his sad puppy eyes.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t win you the penguin peach.”

“Tommy I don’t need a penguin, I’ve got a dog, and a fish, and a snake,” she emphasized each animal as dramatically as she could, “And the best boyfriend in the world. I'm more than happy with all of that.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “And I’d be happy with a nice, romantic kiss at the top of the ferris wheel.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

Their walk to the ferris wheel ended up taking a detour to a popsicle stand, Tom picked cherry while (y/n) opted for blue raspberry. It was (y/n)’s suggestion, she insisted they’d need something to keep them cool while they waited to reach the top of the ride. Which was good because Tom couldn’t stand how slow the ferris wheel moved once they were actually on it.

“This sucks,” Tom whined, “I mean can’t they just let us go?”

“You get sick on the fast rides, but then the slow rides are too slow?” (y/n) rolled her eyes, “Are you ever satisfied?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I like the thrill rides, they just make me sick. And this one just sucks while they’re loading people on, which is taking them forever. I could load these carts in like two seconds.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just open the little gates and shove the fuckers in there, it’s not that hard.”

“I like how slow it is, you get to enjoy the view for longer.”

“Oh yeah, like I really care about a view when I spend all day looking at you,” he rolled his eyes.

Her cheeks flushed and she turned her attention back to the popsicle, “You’re so cheesy.”

“I think you like it,” he teased.

“In your dreams,” she stuck her tongue out, making him laugh.

“Tongue’s blue lovie.”

She giggled, “Yeah, your lips are like, bright red.”

“Red huh?” he smirked before pulling her towards him, “You know what my favorite color is peach?”

“You’re gonna say blue and then kiss me aren’t you?” she smiled smugly, “Cheesy and predictable.”

“No, I was gonna say purple and then I was gonna french you,” he corrected before pecking her lips, “But you ruined it.”

“I didn’t ruin it, we’ve still got a whole half of a ferris wheel ride to make out,” she reminded, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him once again.

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(y/n) peaked around curiously as she left the bathroom, she’d sprinted there straight after the ferris wheel, expecting her boyfriend would be right behind her. Now she was worried he’d gotten lost in the crowds somewhere, taking her purse and phone with him. She couldn’t imagine how impossibly embarrassing it would be to have to go to the missing kids booth because she lost her boyfriend. Luckily she spotted him wiggling his way through the crowd, attempting not to hit anyone with the giant pink penguin in his arms.

“Tom!” her jaw fell, “How the hell did you get that?!”

“I won it,” he beamed.

“How? I was only in the bathroom for like, a minute!”

“By giving the girl at the booth twenty bucks,” he shoved the penguin into her arms with a smile.

She bit her bottom lip as she hugged the penguin against her chest, “You didn’t have to do that Tom.”

“No, but I told you I’d get you that penguin, no matter how much I had to spend,” he paused to kiss her forehead, “Plus just look how happy you are now. You know I’d do anything to see that pretty smile of yours.”

She sighed before throwing her arms around him, “I really do have the best boyfriend in the world.”

He laughed and squeezed her against him, “And I’ve got the best girlfriend in the world. This beautiful, perfect, amazing girl who I’ve just had the best day with, and now I’d like to have the best night curled up in bed with.”

“Now that sounds absolutely wonderful,” she agreed, “You, me, the penguin, and Tessa.”

“Nothing better than a night with my three favorite girls.”

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Taglist:

@niallberry @spideyssunshine @namoreno @thevery-firstpage @outshineallthestars @roseke @zspideyy @emistrash @andreagf956 @tomsirishgirlx @peachyafshawn @agbspidey

[strawwritesfic]

Peter Parker x Pregnant!Female!Stark!Reader: Where Gods Do Fear to Tread [Ch. 3]

Summary: The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, the best laid plans of teenagers even more so.

Challenge: “9 Months” challenge by crackleviolet on Lunaescence Archive -- Bonus Two -- Teenage Pregnancy

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (sexual references; two underage people having consensual sex off the page; teenage pregnancy; family drama; mixed families; teenage cruelty; discussion of abortion; discussion of adoption; foul language; crude humor; postpartum depression; Stark!Reader; Lila & Reader friendship)

Pairings: Peter Parker x Female!Reader; Tony/Pepper; Happy/May; Steve/Bucky; Clint/Laura; past!Tony/Reader’s Mom

Tag List: @imaginesfire​, @plutoneu​

Master List

Chapter 3: How You Told Him

Perhaps lying about having a group project to finish in addition to all your usual end of semester exams had not been your greatest idea. Neglectful though he might have been in regards to double checking that your after school activities truly existed, your father did not slack off in ensuring you kept up with your studies.

Every moment that he wasn’t distracted by the impending arrival of his second child he spent with you, drilling you with Spanish flashcards, going over your physics review sheet, even quizzing you for your English test with the help of SparkNotes. He seemed to think that your good grades would convince all the other girls to like you—because what had always attracted everyone to him was his ability to solve complicated equations in his head, obviously.

His enthusiasm unfortunately prevented you from seeing Peter for the rest of the week. It was a long week, too. You didn’t dare give him the news over the phone; texting wasn’t any less risky; and every single minute that you put things off was a minute that you continued to lie to your father.

Your nausea could have been from morning sickness or guilt now, and it only got worse the longer you waited. Seven days of agony followed your purchase of that pregnancy test. Only upon the following Monday—when he was free from school for two whole weeks—did Peter arrive at the tower.

Not that that had put an end to your misery, however. Peter hadn’t come to see you. No, he’d come to run drills with the rest of the team. He had been at it all day. By four o’ clock, you could no longer feign complete disinterest in his whereabouts and left the safety of your bedroom to hunt him out yourself. No more asking FRIDAY for regular updates; that would only arouse suspicion if your dad looked at the logs.

Unfortunately, Peter was exactly where she had said he would be that last time you had asked her: the training hall. You stood outside in the attached room to watch through the one-way windows. Some exercise or another remained in full swing upon your arrival. Your dad—the flash of red and gold high at the top of the room—had quite an impressive hologram rig in use in there. Through the fake smoke and not-so-fake explosions you could also see your boyfriend in bright blue and red, using Steve’s shield to propel himself through the air.

“Is he ever going to come out of there?” you wondered aloud, just in time for a very sweaty, very rumpled Clint Barton to come through the nearby door that led to the training hall.

“I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting,” he answered cheerfully. “That boy of yours is real dedicated.”

“I know that.”

You couldn’t entirely suppress the note of pride that crept into your voice, even if you were frustrated with Peter’s dedication at the moment. He was an amazing guy. No other boys you’d met were so devoted to serving others. Peter saved lives voluntarily, on the regular, without asking for recognition or anything else in return. That he wanted to be with you of all people—a girl with no powers or great acts of kindness to her name, only a famous father—was nothing short of a miracle…a miracle, you realized, that just might come to an end once he heard your news.

“Hey, don’t look so pensive. I’m sure he’ll be out in time for dinner. Isn’t there something else you could do while you’re waiting than sit there and watch? You know, paint your nails, braid your hair. Girl stuff.”

“Is that what Lila does in her spare time?” you asked.

Clint’s grin made clear what you already knew: He was teasing you. As you glared playfully back (as playfully as you could under the circumstances, anyway), he snatched up a thin white towel from the stack sitting on the nearby counter and dabbed at his glistening brow.

“She’s not allowed to date until she’s forty, so what’s the point? Speaking of Lila, she’s been asking about you lately.”

“She has?”

“Yeah, she wants you to come over again. She’s thinking sleepover. You interested?”

“Of course I am!”

“Great. I’ll ask your dad about it when he comes out of there. Maybe we can arrange for something this weekend.”

“Oh. I’m not so sure about this weekend.”

“Why not?” Clint frowned, slowly lowering his towel. “Already got plans with Pete?”

The truth was that you didn’t think your father would be letting you go anywhere after you came clean to him, even if anywhere was the Barton ranch. Never mind your dad’s constant dalliances (including those with your own mother), you were to be held to a higher standard. He thought you had escaped inheriting the worst of his personality. When he found out otherwise, he was going to be crushed. It wouldn’t matter that Lila lived in the middle of nowhere with no one but her parents and little brothers for company. Even if your dad did decide such a sleepover would be safe, Pepper certainly wouldn’t. Letting Clint set up said playdate would mean someone would have to call and cancel it. Then all the Bartons would find out about your not-so-little secret.

“[Name]? Earth to [Name]. You still with me?” asked Clint.

“No, I…”

Luckily, you were spared having to think of an excuse that wouldn’t make it sound like you wanted nothing to do with the one girl on the face of the planet that didn’t hate you. Just as Clint looked as though he were about to ask if you were going to throw up again and if he needed to call your dad over, the door to the training room opened a second time. In popped the boy you’d been waiting for for so long.

“Oh, hey, [Name],” Peter said as he peeled off his mask. “What are you doing here?”

All that lead up and his faint smile already had your legs turning to jelly. It was a wonder you were able to summon up enough to courage to reply, “Waiting for you. I’ve got something I want to show you upstairs.”

“Don’t you want me to clean up first? I should definitely take a shower—”

“Now.” You leaned over to grasp his hand.

He stilled and shot you a confused look. “Okay. If you say so.”

Before he could change his mind or get caught up discussing battle strategies with Clint for another three hours, you yanked Peter toward the hall leading to the elevator. He stumbled after you with a faint cry of surprise.

“Er…see you later, Mr. Barton!” he called over his shoulder.

You stopped in the doorway to look back at the man watching you both from the center of the room. “I’ll look at my calendar and find out when I can come see Lila. Promise. Dad’ll call once I work out my schedule.”

Clint nodded, brow still furrowed. The expression on his face caused a cascade of ice-like nerves to fall into your stomach. You tried to ignore the sensation and move on without attracting more attention. Soon enough, he was hidden from view by both the door that led to the observation booth and those belonging to the elevator. Your relieved sigh hissed loudly in the silence that followed.

“You okay, [Name]?” Peter asked. He shifted his hand inside yours to get a better grip.

“I’m fine,” you answered.

“You sure? I haven’t heard from you in days.”

“Dad had busy me studying. I just now found the time to breathe.”

He nodded, and said nothing more. His hand remained in yours for the duration of the trip to the tower’s highest floor. All the while, his deep brown eyes roved across your face. You tried not to show any signs of your fear in your expression, but couldn’t do anything to stop the pulse ramming through your body. Could Peter feel your heart beating that hard where your palms connected?

The elevator open up again an eternity later. At last Peter let go of you, probably because he didn’t want Pepper to catch you both wandering around like that in your private area.

He needn’t have worried. A lot of kids had rules about having members of the opposite sex in their bedrooms: hours they were allowed inside, doors that had to remain open, people that had to be informed. Not so you. For the time being, your father trusted you, and you intended to take advantage of that while you still could. After he followed you inside, you closed the door and turned to find him standing in the center of the room staring at you.

“You’re breaking up with me,” he said.

The statement drew you up short, driving all thoughts of how best to get to the subject of babies from your mind. “What? What are you talking about?” you asked.

Peter approached you slowly. His hands twisted the mask he held between them at an alarming rate. “Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize it. Please don’t do this, [Name]. Whatever I did, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Peter—”

“Was it—was it the…sex?” he lowered his voice upon that word. “I’m sorry if it was bad. It was only my first time!”

“I’m not—”

“I don’t know how I’m going to explain to Mr. Stark that I did something to get his daughter to break up with me! He’ll kick me off the team for sure!”

“I’m not breaking up with you!” you shouted.

“You’re…not?”

“No.” Although that didn’t mean your dad wouldn’t kick him off the team for what you were about to tell him. You thought it best not to lead with that, however.

“Then why are you acting so weird?” he asked.

That question was all it took. One moment, you stood in front of him trying to calm him down; the next, your own legs seemed unable to support your weight. Tears spilled over your bottom eyelids and splashed down your cheeks.

“[N-Name]?”

Before you could hit the carpeted floor, he caught you and guided you carefully over to your bed. You collapsed onto the comforter without any break in your quiet tears. If you made any noise at all, Pepper would be sure to hear and come as quickly as her pregnancy would allow. Though you knew this, you couldn’t get yourself to stop crying. Seven days’ worth of fear and guilt continued to leak from your face.

Peter just patted your shoulder for a long time. This didn’t exactly make you feel any better. You had lied to him too, not to mention you were the one that had got yourself into this mess to begin with. If you hadn’t brought up having sex to him, you doubted he would have considered it until you were both in your twenties.

Eventually, you crying did slow, and when you lifted your head, you found him holding out the Kleenex box you kept on your bedside table. You pulled out a single tissue and shoved it into your wet face.

“Thanks,” you said hoarsely, voice a little muffled.

“No problem.”

Then Peter sat down next to you. He didn’t say another word while he waited for you to pull yourself together. You felt his heels hit the mattress a few times as he kicked his legs in and out in front of him. At last he seemed unable to wait any longer.

“Something is wrong, right? You wouldn’t be crying if everything was fine,” he said.

“I…It’s fine.”

“Then why are you crying?”

Water filled your eyes again, but this time the tears were not allowed to run down your cheeks. “Because I’m pretty sure that you’re about to break up with me.”

“Never!”

“You don’t even know why I think that.”

“It doesn’t matter. I love you, [Name]. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your hand clutching the Kleenex fell into your lap. Peter’s expression was so sincere. You wanted to believe him when he said sweet things like that. How could you, though, remembering how your mother had acted when she first found out that she was pregnant with you?

Sure, your dad had accepted you, after you’d ran away from your foster home to see him, after all the DNA tests confirmed what you claimed, after the media storm began to fade a bit. But if he had known about you before—before Iron Man, before your mom died, before he won over Pepper…well, sometimes you wondered if you had revealed yourself to him then, if he would have been so accepting.

Peter wasn’t your dad. For all the similarities between the two of them, they were not cut from the same cloth. He was, however, also a superhero and a genius and a boy with a bright future ahead of him. Whether or not he was more like your father than you thought, you had to tell him. You couldn’t keep your baby a secret, not like your mother had before you.

“Peter, I’m…” You swallowed, struggling for the right words. Your tongue felt like lead inside your mouth. “I’m…I didn’t plan for it to happen. I didn’t want this. I’m sorry, but—Peter, I’m…I’m pregnant.”

He snapped to attention at once. His eyes went huge. You bit down on your heavy tongue as hard as you could to keep yourself from babbling further. It was his turn to talk now, his turn to react. A loud ringing started up in your ears in protest of your choice to remain silent.

“You…You’re sure?” Peter asked after some time passed.

You nodded.

“You took a test.”

You nodded.

“Even though we used protection?”

You nodded.

A slow breath issued from his mouth. You braced yourself for the anger that would follow—but it never did. When Peter touched you again, it was only to pull you to his chest. His chin soon found the crown of your head.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“For what? It’s my fault.”

“What do you mean, your fault?”

“I asked you to have sex with me. If I hadn’t, you wouldn’t have thought of it.”

Peter’s snort shook the strands of hair beneath his nose. “That was not the first time I thought of having sex with you.”

Hesitantly, you pulled yourself away from him. A pleasant flutter soared through your veins. Hearing that should not have made you feel so pleased given present circumstances, but somehow it did. “It wasn’t?”

“No. But what are you gonna do? About the baby, I mean.”

“I haven’t really thought that far ahead. I just…needed to tell you before I did anything else.”

“And your dad doesn’t know yet?”

“No.”

“Yeah, figures.” He let out a breathy laugh. “He definitely wouldn’t have let me in the training room if he already knew.”

“I’m going to tell him, Peter. I have to.”

Without explaining to him what you meant by that, you knew he understood. You weren’t going to get rid of the baby before it was born. Even if you tried, you doubted you’d succeed in managing to do so entirely in secret. Buying a pregnancy test without detection was one thing. Getting an abortion was another. So, sure, you could just not mention the baby to your dad, but he would find out eventually—or Pepper would, or Natasha, or a teacher at school, or (you shuddered at the thought) some journalist looking for a picture to plaster on the front of their tabloid for three months straight. Leaving things to chance was just too much of a risk for everyone involved.

“I’ll have to tell May, too,” Peter said.

You scooted back onto a free place on your bed to look at him. “Can you wait? Just a little? So I can tell my dad first?”

He didn’t look thrilled by your request, and you knew why. Peter didn’t like lying to his aunt any more than you liked lying to your father. Just keeping her from finding out he was Spider-Man had been hard enough for him. That hadn’t even worked out for long either.

“It’s just,” you added quickly, “I know she’ll call my dad as soon as she finds out. I want him to hear it from me first.”

“You’re planning to tell him soon?”

“Yeah! I don’t know when, exactly, but it has to be soon. I just want to do it when the whole team isn’t—”

A sharp knock on your bedroom door had you both springing apart. Peter actually jumped across the room, all the way to where your computer desk stood, while you just managed to leap closer to your headboard.

“Come in!” you said, hoping you didn’t sound nearly as husky as before. You finished wiping your eyes with your tissue just in time for Pepper to stick her head in, too.

“Peter, you’re here also. Good,” she said as she stepped inside. The swell of her pregnancy protruded obviously from between her hips. Your baby half-sister was going to be huge, though apparently you were the only person with that train of thought just then.

Peter lifted a nervous hand in greeting. “Hey, Mrs. Stark.”

She turned her sharp eyes on him. “I told you last time you called me that that if you did that again I would kick you out of the building.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Thank you.”

That having been arranged, Pepper’s turned her attention to you. You sat up a little straighter. Even pregnant, she seemed to command a level of decorum you never quite felt you could achieve. She was fine as far as step-mothers went. Her first words upon being introduced to you were, “I’m not at all surprised to find out you had a kid somewhere,” and she’d gone on to marry your dad about year later anyway. Still, you always felt nervous around her normally. Coming off the heels of a crying jag over a pregnancy that would never have happened if you’d only followed her rules didn’t exactly soothe such feelings.

“I just came to ask you,” she said, and you held your breath waiting for her to say FRIDAY had been relaying your entire conversation to her, “to not schedule anything for this Friday night. You, too, Peter. I just got off the phone with May, and she and Happy will be coming over for a little pre-Christmas dinner. Isn’t that nice?”

She didn’t sound entirely convinced herself, breathless and rubbing the swell of her stomach. The look you exchanged with Peter while she was distracted was one of shared horror. Unfortunately, she was not distracted long enough to miss the look entirely.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

“No!” you said in unison.

“Sounds great,” Peter added.

“Can’t wait,” you put in.

Pepper looked suspiciously from your face to his before she turned laboriously to leave. “Sorry if we ruined date night, but it’s just one dinner. And what were you two doing in here with the door closed? It really ought to be open if you’re in there together.”

As if to make her point, she did not shut the door behind her. She instead toddled off down the hall with further muttering about teenage hormones. A hysterical laugh almost burst from your chest over how close to being right she was—but this was not a laughing matter. Your eyes met Peter’s for a second time. Obviously he was thinking the exact same thing that you were: now you had a deadline, and meeting it might make everything even worse.

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Personal Furnace | Peter Parker x GN!Reader |  🌼

One-Shot

Love Letter of Cheese | Peter Parker x Reader | 🌼

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a series of one-shots/slice of life of Connor getting with the woman who works at a bar for human and androids.

one | two | three | four | five

[nyptagypta]

I’m so happy no way home doesn’t feel like an mcu movie. Like i forgot it was a part of the mcu. It was a spiderman movie.

[murdocksdaughter]

okay but why hasn’t anyone written a fic with peter x murdock!reader. would anyone be interested in that? i’m surprised i haven’t seen this before

[vormirjumper]

I do have a Spiderman tattoo 

[rhay-lopz]

Here are two headcanons:

Tony and Stephen flirting literally in the middle of a mission/fight.

The Avengers are already tired, because they thought it was just a phase... Well, it wasn't.

Somehow they always lose their wedding rings (why would they wear their wedding rings while fighting? Well, LOVE, my dear--), and since they always lose them, why not marrying again and again and again? Tony has enough money to marry Stephen as many times as he want to, so, why not just do it, right?

Meanwhile:

Peter just wants to finish the mission--

[tremendoustenderness]

Tobey Maguire in Spiderman: No Way Home kind of had a look in his eyes like he was being possessed by that one tiny horse that looks like it's haunted by the soul of a Victorian child. You know which one

[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

No “Phased” not “Fazed”

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader 

Warnings: Language, Drug use, drug mentions, allusions to suicide attempt, mention of drug dealers, allusions to mafia, mentions of murder, mentions of assassins and bounty hunters, guns, stealing, thieves, knives, mentions of bombs, and mentions of toxic parents.

Word Count: 4.5k 

Songs: All for Us- Labrinth & Zendaya, Ykwim?- Yot Club, and R.I.P 2 My Youth- The Neighborhood. 

“Sleeping in my old bed was odd. It was unwelcoming. Like the room was trying to kick me out or something. I slid out of bed slipped my house shoes on and climbed out onto the fire escape outside of my window. It was quiet for New York tonight. Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to live in an area where the air wasn’t so polluted. Maybe I’d be an entirely different person. Have a different life. Different friends. Maybe I’d be happier. Maybe isn't enough though. Because maybe isn't reality.” 

A/N: I just realized it’s pouring outside but I’m sorry this ones so short it was just taking me a long time to push out 10k words long chapters so they’ll probably be a bit shorter now.

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Paramore was right. About it all. These are some really hard times. My hair is falling out, I’m gonna be bald by the end of the week. 

I picked the wrong month to suddenly become a better person because words can’t express how bad I want to pop a molly and feel absolutely nothing right now.

Oh

Taking it all for us

Taking it all

Taking it all for us

Oh

I sniffled and wiped at the tears falling from my eyes.

 I was trying to be as quiet as possible and the worse part is I didn’t even know what I was crying about. 

“YN?” Aaliyah knocked on the bathroom door.

“Yeah?” I asked after clearing my throat.

I moved back into my grandma’s house last week because like I said I don’t have rent. I liked how she knocked even though the door wasn't locked. I wasn’t allowed to lock doors when my family is around. It’s just them being extra cautious ever since “the accident” dun dun dun. 

“You okay?” 

“I’m good. Just washing my face.” 

I haven’t spoken to Peter since we kissed. Not because I was avoiding him, it's just that I dropped my phone off the side of a train when I was laying on top of it.

 So I haven’t talked to anyone. I’ll just see him in school when Christmas break is over. 

Right now I’m gonna go to work and try not to beat the fuck out of a customer. 

On some days I feel like I don’t have a heart. Not that I don’t feel any emotions or anything just that my chest is hollow. There aren't any bones in my body and if they were they’d be brittle. 

The hollow feeling is as nice as it is scary. I can’t be hollow now though. I have a 6 hour shift to get through then and only then can I be hollow. 

Doing it all for love

Doing it all

Every time life gets a little bit hard I run back to terrible old habits. However I never had any problems before I stopped being Thorn. 

Sure correlation doesn’t always equal causation but there is no way this is a coincidence. 

I could always just do something small and see if it goes unnoticed. I’ll think about it later.

“Which one should I get?” I asked, holding up two cat sweaters. 

“The elf one.” Sapphire picked. “We have an elf at our school.” 

“What’s their name?”

“Sparkle.” She nodded her head. “I know they’re not real though. Cause Santa isn’t real.” 

I wasn’t gonna lie to her. If she knew Santa wasn’t real why try to convince her of it. 

An old white man who watches you at all times and is gonna give you gifts if you’re good is a weird thing to tell little kids anyway. 

“Does that mean I don’t have to get you anything?” 

“No!” She said almost immediately, making me laugh. “I still want presents.” 

“I’m kidding. If you stop messing up my room I’ll get you something.”

 I was gonna buy her something regardless I just really did need her to stay out of my things. 

“Go get Liyah so we can go.” 

She came back from the other side of the store dragging Liyah with her seconds later.

“Look at how cute she is!” I marveled, lifting Salem who was wearing her sweater up at my grandma. 

“Girl.” She pointed her finger at me. “Get that cat outta my face.” 

I laughed and stepped back opening my arms letting Salem jump out of them. 

Doing it all for love

Taking it all for us, all

I wasn’t for sure going to turn back to Thorn. Nothing is certain I’m just keeping my options open.

“There is this one guy.” Doc said scooting in his chair. “Goes by the name Rogue says they got a job for anyone who’s willing.”

“What’s the job?” 

“Recollection.” 

Fancy word for stealing something for some rich guy who’s too good to get their own hands dirty. 

“When?” 

“I’ll just send you the contact information at the usual time.” 

“Alright.” I pushed up from the small chair I was in. 

“Thanks Doc!” I called as I left the small restaurant that was somehow not so obviously a front.

Maybe I was just good at spotting these things but it gave “family business” vibes if you catch my drift. 

Doc was a good person. If you could be a good person and a criminal. 

I like to think those things can go together because if I didn’t believe that I’d go insane. 

Doing it all for love

Yeah-eh, yeah-eh, eh

Nothing is certain. I’m not saying I am going to steal this thing for this man but I am saying it’s worth thinking about. 

$450k is a lot of money that I couldn’t make that quickly in any legal way. For now I’m just going to write these details down and think about it. 

Too much in my system (famine, famine)

People say high school isn’t the beginning or the end and they’re right, middle school is. It’s both the beginning and the end. 

Most people can attest to middle school being the worst years of their life. You can simplify that even further to 7th grade.

In 7th grade I smoked weed for the first time and fell in love. I’m in no way shape or form saying it’s a gateway drug but we all see how I act now. 

The second I got put in a predominantly white school is the seconds pills started getting shoved down my throat and with my vast experience I’ve discovered some pills are okay to take. 

Basically meaning they don’t count as drugs. 

Like Adderall it’s just a little extra you know? It’s not a real drug like Fentanyl. It’s okay to take in moderation. 

I swear to god if this plug doesn’t hit me back. 

Maybe it’s a sign that I shouldn’t fuck my progress up like this.

Ding!

Nevermind. 

One pill, it’s not like I’m addicted or anything. It’s basically just self medicating. Like taking Advil for a headache. 

It took me a while to realize Adderall didn’t affect me like it did normal people. It just helped me concentrate, not make me hyper or whatever. The first couple of times I just thought it wasn’t working. 

It’s simply so I can go to work with no complications and focus more on if I should take the recollection job or not. 

Money MIA (pockets hella empty)

“Do you have another card you can use?” The cashier asked as the transaction wouldn’t complete. 

I groaned and shook my head.

Who charges $120 for a nail kit anyway. If I had my phone I’d call Bri and just ask if I can use some of her old stuff. 

I opened my purse and pulled out 4 $50s and threw them on the counter, I was trying not to get mad at the cashier; she didn’t mark the prices. 

She bagged the box and handed me my change.

“Have a nice day.” 

“Thank you! You too” I said as I grabbed the receipt. 

Mama making ends meet (making ends meet)

Working like a slave (Mississippi, aye-aye)

Okay I’m doing it. I’ve thought enough and I clearly have zero fucking money and even with two jobs it’s still not enough. 

Sure, it shouldn’t be a 16 year old’s job to provide for their family but I should want to help. 

I’m not Thorn anymore. I’m not anything. 

“Are you done?” I whined as Wade was sewing my new suit together. 

It wasn’t so much new as it was me. 

I wasn’t Thorn anymore I’m not sure if I ever was to begin with but I outgrew it.

I didn’t really want to be anything.

 I just was. 

I couldn’t help but feel bad about this. Sure I didn’t owe Peter anything but doing this felt like a betrayal of some sorts. 

“It needs more holsters.” I said standing in front of the full length mirror after trying on the suit. 

“You can do it yourself. I’m tired-“ 

“Isn’t it like, physically impossible for you to get tired?” I interrupted. 

I wasn’t sure how his enhancement worked but I don’t think an practically immortal person would have to sleep let alone get tired. 

“Isn’t it like, physically impossible for you to get tired?” He mocked me in a high pitched voice.

 “Get out my house.” He flipped me off. 

“I don’t sound like that.”  

“That’s exactly what you sound like.”

 I left Wade’s house flipping him off and taking a pizza box from his fridge along with my new suit. 

Daddy ain't at home, no (Father, Father)

Gotta be a man (Michael Corleone)

“So what are you gonna do next?” Camilla asked. 

It was an innocent question, it really was I just wasn’t expecting it. 

Because truly I don’t know I wasn’t really expecting to live this long. 

I’d gone over to my dads house because my sisters were going and why not. Not like he can make me stay if shit hits the fan.

 I wanted to get to know Camilia anyway. She wasn’t bad compared to the other people my dad had brought home at some point. 

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll be a nurse or something.” I lied. 

“The medical field is always needing more members. It’s a lot of school though.” 

“Yeah she could handle it.” My dad smiled and clapped my shoulder. 

I held back a grimace at the contact covering it up with a smile. 

We spent the rest of the day with my sisters and I getting to know Camilia better. 

She claimed she wasn’t trying to replace our mom which obviously not it’d be dumb to try. 

Sapphire probably doesn’t even remember mom though so who was there to replace? Me? I raised her so I am her mom. 

I believe my dad is sober. I don’t believe he was sober the first time he claimed to be because alcoholism will actually kill you if you stopped just like that.

I’m glad he was able to get clean for someone and I don’t mean that on some backhanded shit, I’m serious. 

Even if I wasn’t good enough for it to be me I’m glad he’s finally clean for now.

Sleeping in my old bed was odd. It was unwelcoming. Like the room was trying to kick me out or something. 

I slid out of bed slipped my house shoes on and climbed out onto the fire escape outside of my window. 

It was quiet for New York tonight. Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to live in an area where the air wasn’t so polluted.

 Maybe I’d be an entirely different person. Have a different life. Different friends. Maybe I’d be happier. 

Maybe isn't enough though. Because maybe isn't reality. 

Do it for my homegrowns (sisters, brothers)

Do it for the fam (yeah, so tell 'em Labby)

Ey! (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

“Say fuck.” I whispered to my niece as I held up my middle finger. 

I looked behind to see if my brother was coming then started again. 

“Can you say shit? Say shit.” I tried again. 

She just stared at me as if I was speaking a foreign language. 

I’m completely okay with her doing nothing as long as she doesn’t throw up or cry.

I made it my goal to teach my niece and nephews as many cuss words as possible every time I saw them. 

And I came over to leave the gifts I had just spent my last $40 on at my brothers house because my sisters are nosy. 

“Can you drop them off for me please?” I placed the bags at my brother's feet. 

I had been ignoring him the entire time I’ve been here in all honesty. 

It’s fine though he’ll be alright and his kids are nicer to me than he is. 

“Yeah I was gonna come over there anyway.” 

“Thank you!” I turned back to wave at him. 

I adjusted my niece on my waist before walking back into her room and said bye to her and her siblings before I left. 

Just for your love, yeah, I'll

Give you the world

“If I knew the last place I had them. I’d have them don't you think?” I told Salem as I was looking for my antidepressants. 

I’m actually losing my mind. The only people who talk to their pets are crazy people and white people. Which honestly? same thing. 

I have no money to go to the mall. I get paid next week but I don’t see why I can’t just go look. 

The second I walked in, there were a million people buying last minute gifts for tomorrow. 

I’m trying to put myself first and think about myself but when everything reminds me of someone that’s hard.

There was a Legoland store to my left and I only knew two people on this planet who are into legos and I don’t talk to one of them anymore. 

“Why spiderman?” I asked, sticking a 4x4 block on another. “Why not spider-boy? You’re like 15.” 

Peter just gave me a look.

“Nevermind I hear it.” I laughed, I leaned back letting my back hit the edge of his bed. 

“Why do you have a bunk bed?” 

He shrugged. 

“Ned used to sleep over a lot.” 

As the night progressed I asked more and more questions. I’m a very curious person. 

“How many of the Avengers do you think you could take down?” 

“At once?” 

“No one at a time.” I clarified. “My answers three.” 

“Really?” He turned to face me. “Which ones.” 

“One Hawkeye, two Falcon, and three Captain America.” 

Hawkeye’s easy just get his bow away from him. 

You could probably just rip the Falcon’s wings apart. Three just get the shield away from him and knock him out with something metal. 

“Why not Black Widow?” He asked and I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. 

“She’s scary as hell I’m not trying to die at the end of the fight.” 

I know for a fact she’d beat my ass into oblivion she looks like she took ballet and I do not fuck with ballerinas.

“I beat up the Falcon once.” He nodded. 

“So I’ve been told.” I smiled. 

He was always talking about going to an airport in Germany but it was fine because he always looked so excited about it. 

That day happened to be the last time I ever touched a lego.

Sometimes there are patterns that stay in your head forever.

 The numbers 347-338-7178 is one of those patterns. I couldn’t remember why it was on the forefront of my mind until I called it. I couldn’t go to bed until I did.

“Hello?” A groggy voice picked up the phone. 

I knew that voice. 

“Elizabeth?” I smiled. 

“Is this Y/N?” Guess she knew my voice too. 

“Yeah. I missed you.” Weird way to start a conversation on my part. 

“It’s like 3 am in the morning, what are you calling for-“ She cut herself off. 

“You’re not about to pull a Hannah Baker are you?” 

“No, no I’m better now. I just remembered this number and couldn’t sleep until I called it.” I laughed. “How’s Phoebe?” 

Elizabeth was one of my best friends when I still went to school in the Bronx. We fell out when I started going to Midtown.

Phoebe was my Goddaughter. Liza’s a teen mom, one of many of those who live in my neighborhood. 

“She’s good. Finally sleeping on a normal schedule.” She laughed. 

“Maybe I could come visit y’all again.” I offered. 

I didn’t know if she’d accept, this whole thing started on a whim.

“You better.” I could almost hear her smile.

Kids are always so excited for Christmas and that’s only because they don’t understand how money works. 

Sure I got off early yesterday but, I’m still tired and do not want to be getting up right now. It’s like 6:30 am.

“Come on.” Sapphire tugged on my wrist. “Grandma said we couldn’t open anything until you get up.”  

“Alright.” I rubbed my eyes and threw my legs over the side of the small twin bed. 

Saph dragged me all the way into the living room after I slipped my house shoes on. 

There weren’t many presents compared to what some other kids get, but it was what we knew so it was fine. 

I liked watching my sisters open their presents. It reminded me of when mom was still around. 

My grandma got me some color pencils and a canvas and I wasn’t expecting to get anything else I was content with what I did get. 

But after I threw away all the wrapping paper my sisters came up to me and gave me a small card. 

There were three girls drawn on the front one with a tiara or a crown.

It read “thanks for being the Queen of big sisters.”

The inside of the card said “thank you for taking care of us we love you.”

I hugged each of them to my waist and told them I loved them too. 

“You’re my favorite parent.” Liyah smiled at me. 

To some people that might not have been a big deal but I wanted to cry man. 

Instead I smacked her head and told her to go put her stuff up. 

Mona Lisa's smile

Hey (oh, oh, oh, oh)

And I'll do 25 to life 

If it makes me a king

A star in your eyes

Guilty or innocent

Criminals are not stupid. The ones who get caught are but to not get caught you have to be smart. 

Support systems are smart. There are always places where all the assassins, highly trained thieves, and everyone in between hangout at. 

For me it was Club 316 in Brooklyn. Located in Brooklyn meant no Spiderman and no invasive questions from Peter. 

I hadn’t been here in a year. 

I sat at the bar and waited for I don’t really know what actually. 

“How’s my favorite bounty hunter?” I joked when Jewel walked into the bar throwing her gun on the counter. 

“I like the new suit.” She waved her hand over my body. “Haven’t seen you in a while. Thought you kicked the bucket.” 

“You wish. I’m gonna live way longer than you.” I claimed. 

We had this ongoing bet on who was gonna get murdered first. 

Thorn was a way cooler name than Jewel so my legacy better live longer. 

“Nah, just took a break.” 

“Glad to see you back then.” 

I laughed. 

“Yeah. I’m back.” 

I was smiling when I said it. I wasn’t happy though. I’m not really back. This is a temporary fix to a temporary problem. 

Yeah.

One time thing. 

My love is infinite, I'm giving it

No need for prisoners

Bitch please, hands up this is a stick up.

Stealing from other thieves was always my favorite thing to do. It was like a game of tag. 

I honestly have no idea where I am as of now. I’m just gonna grab this thing and get out. 

The air in this building is stale, it’s an office building but it seems like no ones ever worked here. 

It gives me very bad vibes.

 I’m supposed to pass three doors on the left hand side and take this thingy out of a case. I pushed the door open and it creaked. 

I panicked for about 3 seconds until I realized this building is vacant. I’d checked.  

That doesn’t mean I’m taking my hand off this knife in my holster. 

 I sprayed instant freeze on the large keypad and knocked it off with my elbow once it was completely frozen. 

I cut all of the wires that were connected to the keypad off.

 I could not be a bomb defuser because all I would do is cut all of the wires and see what happens. 

I pulled the door to the thick glass case open and grabbed the ball inside. It was heavy and cool. I could feel the coldness through my gloves.

 It had a metallic sheen and I could not guess what it was if my life depended on it. 

I thought this was a trap at first, it was way too easy but as soon as that $450k was wired into my account I went about my day no questions asked. 

Hey, yeah

I'm taking it

Yeah-eh

I'm taking it all for us, all

Doing it all for love

Sometimes for weeks at a time I’ll zone out and not realize what has gone down between them. 

I woke up today and found out school was starting again. At least today will basically be a free day. 

No one does anything on the first day back because the teachers are tired too. 

Just have to make it through today without falling asleep in class. 

I’m pretty sure I slept in every single one of my classes including PE. I don’t know for sure, I was zoned out for most of it. 

I did have to go on my “apology tour” as I called it. An apology tour is when you have to apologize to everyone you know individually after you ghost them for 2 or more weeks for whatever reason. Normally the reason is just a depressive episode. 

Yeah-eh, yeah-eh, eh

Guess you figured my two times two

Always equates to one

Everything is a competition with me. That’s how I keep pushing. I bet you this, I bet you that. I bet you I’ll break the cycle and live past 17 blah blah blah so on and so forth.

I bet you I’m gonna be the one to kill Tony Stark. Somehow this is his fault everything is his fault. 

I knew he kept tabs on Felicia’s alter ego cause I saw it while I was snooping in some SHIELD shit so he probably keeps tabs on Thorn too. 

Everything is always his fault. Everything.

“I’m not gonna apologize.” I told Peter defending myself I wanted to walk away but I had nowhere to go. 

“I’m not asking you to apologize, I'm asking for an explanation.” 

“What makes you think you deserve one?” 

“Maybe I don’t.”

I could be nicer but I was right I don’t owe him anything. I also didn’t have an explanation because he wasn’t supposed to find out. 

But no, I still ended up trapped on the road on top of this abandoned underpass being lured into talking about something I have already declared my least favorite topic. 

He always got me like that luring me up onto tall structures. 

I don’t have to be nicer because I already know how this story ends, I’ve read it before and it doesn't have a good ending. 

Not for me at least.

There’s no point in putting any effort into this “relationship” if you could even call it that, that isn’t going anywhere. The sooner I shut this down the sooner I’ll be able to get over this.

Dreamers are selfish

When it all comes down to it

“Look.” I sighed. “I’m clearly not whoever you thought I was. I’m not going anywhere good in life so you should probably just leave me alone.” 

“I’m obviously broken beyond repair. So just get me arrested or whatever it is that you do you can’t fix me.” 

“You’re not broken.” He tried to assure, I just barely stopped myself from rolling my eyes. “You’re just conflicted. I just wanna understand you so I can help you.” 

God he’s so naive and it’d be adorable if it wasn’t so concerning.

 I wanted to yell “I don’t need your help” and scream my lungs out. 

But I knew I needed help. 

Obviously. 

I was struggling big time I’d just get help from myself like I always have. 

“I really truly don’t need anyone’s help. I do appreciate the offer though.”

I hope one of you come back to remind me of who I was

“Really I do.”

I took a step back once the words left my mouth and I could see it in his eyes, he knew what I was about to do but I was faster than any attempts he could’ve made to stop me. 

“There’s always a way out babe,” I began, sitting on the edge of the terrace. The eyes on his mask widening as he realized what I was about to do. I pulled out the stash knife in my boot and jumped down. 

He shot a web at me and asked what was wrong with me. I used it to swing forward onto the nearest balcony and cut the web. I broke into the apartment taking some food and medicine things of the sort as I was leaving the building. I was fine but our precious Spidey didn’t know that. 

Then I ran. 

I ran all the way to the nearest subway station and held it together until I was in the comfort of my own bed then I cried.

 I cried because it was easier than anything else. 

When I go disappearing

Into that good night (good night)

Sometimes you forget. 

There’s a lot of things you forget but sometimes you forget someone died. 

You’ll go to call them, or you’ll buy something for them, set a plate for them, etc then you realize and you feel like you’re choking. 

One thing I will never forget is everything my dad’s done to me or anyone else.

 I stopped calling him dad at one point but then started again to remind him that he’s supposed to be my dad.

 He was supposed to take care of me and teach me how to ride a bike, or comfort me after my first break up but he never did any of that and he was there. 

He was there and never even tried. 

I would never let him forget that he didn’t try. But I am gonna go to this police station and ask Jeff how to apply for emancipation. I’m gonna do it for real this time. 

I'm taking it all for us, all

Doing it all for love

Yeah-eh, yeah-eh, eh

Brooklyn felt off. 

Something bad was gonna happen. It felt a little too much like the intro of a bad horror movie. 

I kept walking and kept my head down. 

I heard a faint beeping noise that I couldn’t shake. 

It was probably just coming from an alarm inside some building. I thought to myself in an attempt to soothe my nerves. 

It wasn’t nearly as bad as the siren sound that I kept hearing around homecoming season but just as annoying. 

I sped up my pace a bit. I only had to make it 4 more blocks and I’d be at the police station. 

The beeping only got louder and louder until it felt like a dog whistle. My brain was all foggy and felt like it did when Wanda Maximoff used her powers against me.

My legs felt unstable and numb but I made it my best effort to stay upright. My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes from the sheer levels of pain I was in. 

My hands flew up to guard my ears as everything went black. 

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