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neverlandparker · 5 years

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Far From Home, Far From You // [p.p] FFH SPOILERS***

Pairing: stark!reader x peter parker (i don’t specify if she’s related to Tony by blood so it’s completely up to you if you want her/you to be directly related or adopted!)

Word Count: 3.6 k

Warnings: contains ***FFH SPOILERS!*** angst, a few swear words, and mentions of death. (but as always, there’s the fluffy parts too don’t worry, I’m not that mean haha)

A/N: hey everyone! :) i’m back!! so I watched ffh twice and I loved it even moreeee the second time and I thought I just had to write something based off it. So here is my baby - it was a labor of love - (quoting tom here) i’m so proud of this fic & I hope you love it too! please please please rb and let me know your thoughts whether in the hashtags, comments, or send me an ask! as always, I appreciate every single one of you! thank you from the bottom of my heart!

ps credits!!! I used some of the quotes from the original script of ffh and made references to the book, “The Kissing Hand”. All credits go to ffh script writers and marvel studios & the author of “The Kissing Hand,” Audrey Penn!

- xoxo, Claire ❤

Summary: y/n and peter have been through a hell of a year together - wars, battles, and death - they’ve encountered it all. so when y/n suggests peter should go on that school trip to Europe with his classmates and it doesn’t go as planned, what happens next? also ft cuddly peter and the kissing hand!

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Rain pattered softly against your bedroom window as you spent the dreary afternoon curled up against Peter’s body which was radiating warmth, cuddled together with a giant blanket on your bed - his arm thrown across your body, pulling you closer to his chest as you listened to the rapid but steady thump thump thump of his heartbeat. His legs were tangled up with yours and he was tracing patterns on your shoulder with one hand - his other was joined with yours in your connected hands - one of the many ways in which he displayed his endless amount of affection for you.

“I really do miss him” you murmured softly to yourself, sighing, looking out of the compound window, as you watched a countless number of rain droplets hit the window and slide downwards, the pitter-patter sound it made somewhat comforting.

And when Peter stirred, you were slightly startled. You had thought he had dozed off.

He groggily cracked one eye open, and after covering his yawn and rubbing his sleepy-dazed eyes, he looked at you with so much adoration you thought your heart would burst.

“I do too. I miss him too - so much.” more than you know.

“What if - “ he stopped chewing on his lip suddenly nervous, his gaze traveled down to his shirt, fingers finding the hem of it and twirling it around.

“What if -” but he stopped just as quickly as he had started.

“What if - what if something goes wrong...w-when I’m not here?” his voice trembled, insecurities getting the better of him, and he sighed, “I’m leaving, Y/N. I’m leaving for Europe in 2 days. I’m leaving - you...god - why did I think this was a good idea?” he buried his head in his hands, and after a few moments, he looked back up, “I-I just don’t think I want to save the world this summer. I know that makes me sound like such a jerk. But I really -” his voice cracked, “I just really need a break. I mean - with everything we’ve all been through, I kinda just wanted to get away. Just away, anywhere, any place, and I guess at that time, Europe seemed to be a good idea. But -” he took a deep breath, “But - but now things are….different. What if something goes wrong or someone gets hurt when I’m not here? What about you - ” he was about to keep rambling on, stuttering, reverting back to his old nervous habits, but you quickly sat up and rubbed your hands comfortingly across his shoulders.

“Pete. Peter. Look at me. You’re not a jerk for wanting a normal life. I mean - heck - my dad -” a sad smile broke out across your features, “he - he - warned me about this - about the Avenging lifestyle -” you gave a soft chuckle, “Nothing is going to go wrong here, okay? We’ve got it under control. And in the rare case we don’t, we always have backup. It’ll be alright - I promise. With everything that has happened - “ you paused and sighed running your hands through your hair, “I think you deserve a break - you really do. Go have fun in Europe with your friends. It’ll be fun. You’ll be far from home and far from….me...and I’ll miss you - a lot. But you know…..I think….I think it’ll be good - for you.”

He gave you a little nod, head still hung low.

You brought your hands to cup his chin, bringing him to look at you.

“Hey hey hey - Peter - Pete, please don’t worry about me, ’kay? I’ll be alright. I’m always here if you need me. Just one call away.” You pointed to your phone, and paused for a second and then swallowed to continue, “Uh - I want to share this with you - uh,” your voice started wavering again, and you swallowed, “this is something my d-dad - Tony - and I used to do before he went out on his missions.”

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“Daddy!!!!!!!”

You charged towards him, still half-asleep, morning bed head intact, dragging your blanket behind you, as you made your way down the stairs, two at a time and ran towards where you saw him by the door.

“Y/N! Sweetheart! What are you doing up?”

He turned around and immediately bent down to wrap you - his adorable five year old daughter - in a giant hug.

Then he heard it.

He heard your sniffling.

“Hon - you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Are - a-are you l-leaving?” you managed to get out between sniffles.

You had hoped he was only busy around the house in the morning but when you saw him by the door, you had panicked and bolted down the stairs to him.

He sighed.

Anthony “Tony” Edward Stark liked being Iron Man. He really did. It made him feel powerful, unstoppable, and able to defend himself and the people he loved. It was like his own way of righting his past sins and faults.

But the part he hated?

He hated leaving you.

His sweetest little girl - he loved you so much and it killed him to leave your side - even if it was only for a day.

So knowing some lines from the book - The Kissing Hand - that he had just read to you by your bedside last night, he sighed.

“Y/N sweets, I’m - I’m really sorry but daddy’s going to be leaving for a while...but I’ll come back sooner than you know it - okay? Always. Time is going to go by so fast, you’ll never even notice I’m gone.”

You let out a little laugh between your sniffles and he smiled a bit.

He took your little hand in his and turned the palm side up and placed a gentle kiss in the center.

“Daddy is going to teach you a trick to help remember me okay? Just do this when I’m not around and you’ll feel me be with you okay? I’m always with you even when I’m far away. Always with you... right….here.” he poked your chest and you giggled.

“Hey! I’m ticklish!”

“Whenever you feel alone, anxious, hurt, or far from home, just press your hand to your cheek and think of me. Sometimes and someday, you’ll be far from me, and when that day comes sweets, you will remember me, okay?”

You pressed your hand to your cheek and closed your eyes.

“I love you 3000 daddy”

“I love you more munchkin.”

…

“So Peter...whenever you feel alone, anxious, hurt, far from home, just press your hand to your cheek and think of me. And when you’ll be far from me, when that day comes, you’ll remember me.”

You kissed the palm of Peter’s hand and brought it up to his cheek. He leaned into your touch as he sighed, bringing his hand up to cheek, putting it on top of yours.

He loved the feeling of your hand in his.

He smiled, and tilted his head to place a quick peck on your hand that was cupping his around his cheek as you giggled.

“Now you’ll have something to remember me by too.” he smiled.

“Always.” you said softly as you brought your hand - still warm from Peter’s touch - to your cheek, letting your eyes drift shut, as you felt an uncontrollable smile tug at your lips.

...

Peter limped towards the descending jet in the tulip fields, the force of the powerful engine jets sending colorful petals of flowers flying wildly about in all directions. Normally, he would have taken this moment to admire the way the flowers swayed and billowed against the wind, taking note that it was a lovely sight that he would want to someday share with you - his pretty girl.

He shook his head, blinking back tears that threatened to spill.

How could he have trusted him?

How could he have been this stupid?

And when the door of the private jet flew open and he saw Happy’s concerned face as he met his gaze. He felt his whole being tense up. His first instinct was to run toward him - so fucking glad there was someone who he really knew. Who he trusted.

But to trust his senses?

Honestly he didn’t know if he could even trust himself right now.

Not anymore.

Looking at the man who so much reminded him of his mentor, he felt suffocated, heartbeat pumping all to fast, senses dialed to eleven, every single hair on his body stood on end. And worst of all, he felt like there was a hand around his heart, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing until it became near impossible to bear anymore.

His regrets weighed down upon him and by the time he realized that happy was calling out to him across the field, he shook his head to clear the feeling and made his way over but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you.

You.

You came.

And Peter - god - Peter wanted nothing more than to run into your arms. To be able to feel your comfort again, to embrace you in a big hug, to press kisses to your forehead and nose, and be able to tell you that was everything was alright, but how could he when he had messed up so so bad?

Especially not before…not before making 110% sure it wasn’t another trap - wasn’t another one of Mysterio's sinister plans.

He couldn’t bear to see you hurt or taken from him. It was his worst fear.

Were you real?

Was this real?

What was real?

He didn’t think he knew what real was anymore.

Not after that.

Not after what Mysterio had shown him what he had. The illusion he had been so naive to so easily fall into would continue to haunt the rest of life, an unforgettable memory in the worst possibly imagined way. He had been shown being attacked by clones of himself, being trapped inside a snowglobe with no way to escape, and ….. god - Tony - Tony Stark, crawling out of his grave, with iron suit and all, and Mysterio told him that if only he had been good enough, Tony would still be here.

He would still be here... if only he had been good enough.

Those same words rang in his head again, taunting him, as he screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head from side to side, desperately willing, begging, pleading it to go away.

Upon making eye contact with Peter as you scanned the field, you felt relieved, but choked up when you saw the condition he was in. Covered in dirt, grime and blood, his face was severely battered, nose and jawline littered with bruises, cuts, and open wounds. You clasped a hand over your mouth, stifling a sob as you pushed past Happy and ran full force towards him.

However, when you reached just within arms reach, just as you were about to engulf him in a tight hug, his eyes widened and he took several large retreating steps back, eyes darting between you and Happy as if he didn’t recognize you more than mere strangers. You felt a dagger of pain straight to your heart as you realized the shaken and vulnerable state he was in.

What the hell did this guy do to him?

“Please -” Peter pleads, “Prove to me you’re real. Tell me something only you would know.”

You and Happy share a look, both knowing things you don’t want the other to know but you currently didn’t have much of a choice. You decide to go first.

“Remember the kissing hand?” you say in a gentle tone and you can see Peter’s expression relax and soften as he met your gaze.

Whenever you feel alone, anxious, hurt, or far from home, just press your hand to your cheek and think of me. And when you’ll be far from me, when that day comes, you will remember me.

You’re real. You’re real. You’re REAL.

“Remember when we went to Germany? You paid per view a video in your room. They didn’t list the titles but I could tell by the price it was an adult film at the front desk. And you know how I knew –”

“Okay okay fine! It’s you, it’s you, stop!” Peter yells as you stare between Happy and Peter, confused.

“You’re real!” he lets out in an exhausted sigh and hurriedly limps over.

And he finally lets himself fall into you, fall into your embrace, let himself be surrounded by the comforting scent of your shampoo.

His eyes turn teary as he flexes his arms, bringing you even closer, both arms wrapped securely around you so tightly.

You were aware of his super strength had the ability to do some serious damage but he was always the most utmost gentle with you, treating you with so much care you thought you would sometimes just melt in his hands.

But right now, he needed to. make. sure. To make sure. To make sure the an illusion could not possibly recreate you. Recreate this. He needed to know that you were real. And that you were.

You’re real. Not fake. No illusions. Real. Real. REAL.

No depth of any illusion could make you - well, you. Truly you.

He had realized it was so different being not only so far from home, but so far from you. You were his home and nothing - nothing - could ever recreate that.

With that, as if realizing that his grip was almost suffocating, he quickly loosened his grip, mumbling a “so sorry,” not quite letting go, but not as tight as he had been squeezing you in the crushing hug as he had before.

…

Once Peter got on the jet, he almost sagged with relief. You and Happy immediately got to work, tracking coordinates - anything, to locate Mysterio as well as sitting Peter down and cleaning up his wounds. He sucked in a sharp breath as you unzipped his suit, only then truly realizing the extent of his injuries. He was thankful for your gentle touch as you successfully managed to bandage up his ribs and tended to his wounds with a few grunts and low curses as he mentioned he was hit by a train. It made your heart shatter, seeing him in this broken state, so battered and crestfallen. Happy took over with stitching Peter’s several back injuries up as you came to sit in front of him, silently observing him, heart aching at the sight.

He always tries to do the right thing and that’s what mattered...why did it always have to be him?

He gives so much and gets back so little. He is too good for this world. In fact, he deserves the world. Heck, the world doesn’t even deserve him.

You snapped out of your thoughts, hearing Peter’s distressed grunts as you looked up seeing that Happy was still in the process of stitching him up.

“Just relax.” Happy says, his brows pinched, trying to concentrate on the stitches.

“Don’t tell me to relax!” Peter snaps, reaching his breaking point, his voice filled with angst before he stood up, “How can I relax when I messed up so bad? I trusted Beck, right? I thought he was my friend, so I gave him the only thing that Mr. Stark left behind for me, and now he’s going to kill my friends and half of Europe. So please - do not tell me to relax!”

“I’m sorry - I shouldn’t have shouted…” he takes a shaky inhale, “I’m sorry - I’m s-sorry I didn’t mean to” he sighs, “I didn’t mean to yell.” he sighs, hanging his head, defeated, “I just - I just really miss him. Everywhere I go I see his face. And the whole world is asking who is going to be the next Iron Man? I don’t know if that’s me, Happy. I’m not Iron Man.”

“You’re not Iron Man. You’re never going to be Iron Man. Nobody could live up to Tony. Not even Tony. Tony was my best friend, and he was a mess. He second-guessed everything he did. He was all over the place. The one thing that he did that he didn’t second-guess was picking you. I don’t think Tony would’ve done what he did if he didn’t know that you were going to be here after he was gone.”

Peter pinched his nose, nodded, and placed his head in his hands.

“I just really miss him - and and-d nothing can ever bring him back.” his voice was barely above a hushed whisper, raw with emotion, and you felt the pulling of your heartstrings as your lip trembled and tears clouded your vision.

“I miss him too - everyday - so so much it hurts” and by that time you realized that tears were streaming down your cheeks, your knees were threatening to give out, “he’s never...oh god - he’s never coming back”

“Y/N….I - I don’t know what to say….I’m sorry - I’m s-so so sorry” and just like that,

Both you and Peter collided into each other gripping each other in a tight embrace willing for all the bad things to go away, sinking to the floor - the both of your bodies racked with sobs, chests heaving, crying over what was lost.

It felt as if it was only now, the full weight of your dad’s death hit you and it slapped you both in the face and hurt like no other. It hurt like hell.

For Peter, he had lost a mentor that was almost his second family, the only one who got his brilliant mind, genius jokes, and hero work, and you, a father, one whose connection with you ran so deeply it split your heart in two to witness the agony that was his death. And now Peter was in your arms, mere hours after being hit with a freaking train and barely hanging on, so so broken and you felt yourself being filled with despair. It felt like another knife had been driven straight into your heart. Straight through your very own soul.

“Y/N, everyone is telling me to step up to tell me to fit in his shoes but I …” his voice cracks, “I just can’t - I can’t” Peter buries his head in his hands again, eyes shut tightly, willing this to all be some kind of horrible awful nightmare. He takes a shaky exhale, “I can’t do this - I can’t be him”

“No Peter. Look at me,” you gently cupped his face in your hands, ”Listen. The world needs doesn’t need the next Iron Man. You know what it needs? It needs you. They need you. You’ll never be the next Iron Man - no one can - but it’s because you’re better than him. I think -” you had to stop yourself from letting out another choked sob, “- No, I know - I know for sure that h-he would be proud of you.”

You wiped away the tears that were now dripping rapidly down your cheeks,

“He would be so proud. So so proud” you whispered, voice trembling.

At last, the broken boy looked up, revealing his watery, red-rimmed eyes.

“How can I fix things when I already s-screwed them up so bad?”

“You fight.” you utter through trembling lips and watery eyes.

“How?” he breathed, his breath raged from crying.

“You get back up. Like you’ve done over and over again. Like you did against that mad titan and some of the most evil beings in the universe.”

After a moment of silence filled with sniffles, Peter looked up.

“Thank you” he said hoarsely.

A watery smile broke out across your features, your gaze on him loving as you fought back a sob.

You were so proud. So so proud of him.

“Kissing hand?” he prompted, with a look that said it all.

You just gave him a watery smile, nodded, and held out your hand, unable to open your mouth or make out words because you were afraid that if you did, you would end up in tears all over again.

He took your hand in his as he did your “kissing hand,” that you and Peter had come with a few days ago before he left - with him bringing your connected hands up to his cheek, looking at you with that heart-eyed gaze before tilting his jaw to give your hand a kiss.

Whenever you feel alone, anxious, hurt, or far from home, just press your hand to your cheek and think of me. And when you’ll be far from me, when that day comes, you will remember me.

He never failed to make butterflies erupt in your stomach, as a light blush dusted your cheeks, your gaze meeting his. You smiled - a lovey dopey smile - as you watched him suck in a deep breath,

“I’m going to kick his ass.”

And this time, he looked to you with a new gaze with fiery determination and the look he gave you conveyed everything you needed to know in that moment.

Your chest swelled with pride and admiration for him as you witnessed Peter Parker - the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man from Queens with a heart of gold get back up once again - facing the inevitable, but never once daring to back down from a challenge.

Whenever you feel far from home, just press your hand to your cheek and think of me. And when that day comes, when you’ll be far from home, far from me, you will remember me. I’ll always be with you - even when I’m not right there, right here, right now, by your side. I want you to know that I love you so so much. I love you 3000.

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A/N: wow!! thank you thank you thank you for reading!! please! please let me know your thoughts - I love to hear them! I love you all, thank you for your endless support <3

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foreverwcnter · 4 years

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If requests are open, could you do smth where either peter or Tom takes his bi/pan gf to pride? And maybe has to defend her from some jerks? If you want :)

the moment you stepped out onto the sunny street filled with bright colors and people running around, chanting, cheering, singing and dancing, you immediately felt at home. this was your first pride with tom after coming out to him as bisexual. you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend because he was supportive and accepting.

plus according you him, you could now both talk about how hot certain girls were.

“thank you for bringing me, tommy,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek while he let out a gentle laugh. “i really appreciate it.”

he pulled you closer by your waist, pressing a few gentle kisses to your temple and along your cheekbone, leaving one last on to linger on your lips. you had on a plain shirt with a bisexual flag printed on the front of it, and he held onto a pride flag that you had stored away for awhile in his hand. he was so happy to be spending such a lovely day with you, one that represented who you were. after all, he loved you for being you, nothing would change that.

“anything for you darling,” he grinned, taking your hand and interlocking fingers with you. “now let’s go have some fun.”

you spent the day, talking to other people, dancing together to the loud music and walking down the street in the crowds while watching other queer performers put on amazing acts to show off their own pride. by the end of the day, you were exhausted, but you had so much fun.

“that was amazing,” you grinned after you got home from the parade, jumping into tom’s arms. “i’m so glad you went with me, baby.”

he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a feather light kiss on your nose.

“i was so scared of coming out to you before,” you admitted softly. “i was scared you wouldn’t like me anymore because of it. there’s a lot of stigma that goes around bisexual people, i was afraid you would believe in those ‘stereotypes’.” tom frowned at this. he knew about the things people in the queer community faced, but it hurt him knowing how scared you were to be true to yourself around him.

tom sighed, before saying,” love, i would never hate you and i could never not like you. you’re the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me and i wouldn’t trade it for the world. i love you so much. no matter who you are.”

you gave him a sad and gentle smile before locking lips with him, a long passionate kiss that you never wanted to end, he was the one for you, this moment told that tale for you.

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i chose not to add the defending the reader part mainly because getting shamed for being lgbtq hits too close to home for me to write it

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serendipitystyles · 4 years

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Fave Tom Holland/Peter Parker writers? (I'm kinda new to the fandom)

Okay so this is gonna be long because I follow a lot of people and every single person that I follow (that writes ofc) is an amazing writer! Most of these write for more than just Tom but he’s included so I’m including them :) (honeslty, all of their works regardless of the fandom are great and they may even make you fall in love with another fandom as well - i read star wars stuff because of alex now and i began readin stuff about shawn again because of adeline so)

Reminder that these are in no particular order

Also, I know that there’s absolutely no way that I got everybody, I was trying to get this done as fast as possible so that I could recommend some amazing writers, so if I didn’t tag you, I still love you <3

@darthstyles, @worldoftom, @angelic-holland, @farfromparker, @punani, @watchmegetobsessed, @mobbinholland, @allegra-writes, @tomsrebeleyebrow, @hollandbaby, @lovelytholland, @underoos-shield, @mrs-hollandstan, @spideyyeet, @madmadmilk, @terrifictomholland, @angel-spidey, @tom-holland-is-spiderman, @spectacularlyspidey, @hazmyheart, @creatively--challenged, @allthingsdadtom, @dreamytom, @hollandarling, @lovabletomholland, @euphoria-parker, @softytom, @bi-writes, @parkershoodie, @marvelouspeterparker, @tomhollandsmut, @screamholland, @parkeraul, @wazzupmrstark, @londonspidey, @spideesenses, @thirsttrapholland, @ptrbprkrs, @spideysrogers, @sunflowerhollands, @plushparker, @hazzy, @naturallytom, @starlightparker. @stuckonspidey, @pastelpeter, @angelhaz11, @lovehollands, @parkerprotectionprogram, @neverlandparker, @parkerroos, @h-osterfield, @dahliaspidey, @eeyore101247, @keepingupwiththeparkers, @friendly-neighbourhood-biderman, @marvelousell, @cumholland, @petersspidey, @euphoriaparker, @srsly-stilinski, @thollandss, @liberty-barnes, @tommmholland, @lauras-collection, @tomhollandd, @thinkoutsidethebex, @selfcarecap, @sunflxwer99, @peeterparkr, @waitimcomingtoo, @kelieah, @parkersbliss, @captainmarvels, @blissfulparker, @cosmicholland, @t-lostinmendes, @hollandsamor, @parkerpeter24, @peterspideyy, @cunaeparker, @spideygirl2003, @hollandroos, @the-crazy-fanfictionist, @quackeroos, @angel-holland, @stardustom, , @sleepyhollands, @tonguetiedholland, @t-holland2080, @fallinfortom, @fancyxholland

#zoey answers #cncotomharry1year #2020

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ptergwen · 5 years

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you before me

warnings: nahh just fluff

summary: peter parker is a real life angel

prompt: “love is putting someone else’s needs before yours”

a/n: hi i wrote this for tess and claire’s disney writing challenge!! i really hope y’all like it <3

@fairytaleparker @neverlandparker

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it all starts when you wake up; sore throat, stuffy nose. not too big of a deal. you just pop an allergy pill and leave for school.

mj is waiting at your locker when you get there. you wave to her on your way over. “hey, y/n,” she greets, then goes back to sketching in her notebook. putting in your locker combination, you cough out a “hi.” coughing? that’s weird. mj seems to think so too because she narrows her eyes at you in that way she does whenever she’s suspicious of something.

“you okay? kinda sounds like you’re getting sick.” you clear your throat. “what? me? i’m fine. it’s just allergies.” “whatever you say,” she shrugs. you can tell she isn’t convinced. holding in another cough, you grab your morning binder from your locker as peter and betty make their way over.

“no ned today?” you ask them. “nope. he got the flu,” peter answers before giving you a good morning kiss on the cheek. you grin at the gesture. you’d kiss him too if you didn’t feel a cough coming on. “another victim of the midtown plague,” mj sighs, looking up from her sketch again. you avoid her gaze.

“ugh, i hate flu season. it’s gross and annoying,” betty complains to the group. the other three of you nod in agreement.

right when the bell rings, mj closes her notebook. “don’t forget we have acadec practice after school. see you losers in chem,” she reminds you and peter. betty waves goodbye and leaves with her for first period. the two of them are halfway down the hallway when mj calls back, “and feel better, y/n.”

you’ve been exposed.

“why did mj tell you to feel better?” confusion is all over peter’s face. you stifle a sneeze just then. worst timing ever. “um... i just... have allergies. the medicine i took should kick in soon.” you sniffle, trying to put on another smile. peter doesn’t believe you even for a second. “i don’t know, baby. you don’t sound too good.”

the last thing you want to do is give peter something else to worry about. you’ll just have to suck it up in front of him. squeezing his shoulder gently, you tell him, “peter, i’m fine. seriously. i swear.” he looks you over for a few seconds before giving in. “hmm, alright. but if you’re worse by third period, i’m taking you to the nurse. deal?” “sounds fair to me.”

with that, you two walk to class hand in hand.

first period consists of you chugging a whole bottle of water to keep from coughing and peter asking “are you sure you’re fine?” basically every five minutes. second period, you can hardly focus with the way your head is pounding. thank god for your deal with peter because it’s finally third period.

you pull peter aside on your way there. he gives you a knowing look. “can you take me to the nurse now?” your voice comes out hoarse. peter frowns, then nods. “of course, of course. let’s go.” he takes your hand and starts leading the way to the nurse’s office.

mj spots you two while rounding the corner. “you guys do know chem’s the complete opposite way, right?” she snorts. peter stops to talk to her. “we’re going to the nurse. y/n might have the midtown plague or whatever you called it.” mj’s mouth forms an “o” shape as she realizes. “i’ll tell mr. dell. feel better for real.” you smile weakly at her before she heads to class.

lacing your fingers tighter with his, peter keeps walking as you follow next to him. the nurse’s office is crowded when you get there. “looks like you’re not the only one,” peter remarks. you look around the room while he searches for somewhere to sit. the place is pretty packed. mj was right about the whole plague thing.

“here, sit.” peter leads you over to an empty chair. you take it. he stands next to you, hand still in yours. the nurse comes over after helping a few other kids. “name?” she asks you, bending over to be level with you. “y/n y/l/n.” she runs one of those digital thermometers over your forehead and makes a face.

“101. you have a fever. can mom or dad pick you up?” “i don’t think so. they’re both at work.” “is there anyone else available?”

you’re blanking for some reason. no one comes to mind. sensing your nerves, peter puts his free hand on your back, leaning to talk to you. “you want may to come? i can call her.” god, if he isn’t the biggest sweetheart.

“would she mind?” “no way. she loves you.” peter turns to the nurse. “my aunt can pick y/n up, if that’s okay,” the nurse looks between the you two with a smile. “go ahead and call her.” you both thank her before peter uses the nurse’s office phone to call may.

you move to a bed that opened up after the nurse changes the protective paper over it. peter finishes his call and sits at the edge.

he gives your knee a small squeeze to get your attention. “may said she’ll be here in fifteen. i asked her to sign me out too.” “you aren’t staying? you’re gonna miss a lot.” you sit up, putting your hand on top of his. “you’ve already done so much for me today. i don’t wanna make you miss your other classes. or... or decathlon practice.”

peter’s mouth drops open like you just said something unreasonable. “no, no, no, you’re not making me. i want to. besides, love is putting someone else’s needs before yours, right? i like to think of it as you before me.” hearing him say that, you can’t fight back the goofy smile on your face. peter gives you one that matches. “right?” “right.”

as promised, may is at midtown in fifteen minutes. she gives you and peter big hugs, then signs you both out of school. peter stays with you in the backseat of her minivan on the ride to their apartment. “thank you so much for picking me up, may. i really appreciate it.” “anytime, y/n. you’re family.”

she meets your eyes in her car mirror, sounding so genuine. the parker’s really are the best people you know.

peter carries your backpack up to the apartment and runs to get something from his room when you’re inside. while he’s gone, may sits you down on the couch and starts making tea. he comes back with one of his hoodies. ”in case you’re cold,” he explains.

your fever is actually making you hot, but peter doesn’t have to know. you’ll wear his hoodies any chance you get. you scrunch the oversized sleeves up in your hands and put the hood up, patting the cushion next to you.

“lay with me?” you look up at peter hopefully. he swears it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. “sure, baby.” he waits for you to get comfortable first. you lay on the arm of the couch, peter behind you. he rests his chin on your shoulder to press a few kisses to your temple.

“how are you feeling?” “eh. but you make me better,” you tell him. peter juts his bottom lip out, may doing the same as she puts a cup of tea down on the coffee table in front of you.

“aw, you two are too adorable. i called your mom, y/n. she’s coming to get you after she’s done with work.” “thank you, may. for everything.” she rubs your back once before sliding the cup of tea closer to you.

“no problem. drink your tea, it’ll help your throat. let me know if you need anything else.” “the remote?” peter interjects. rolling her eyes jokingly, may puts the remote in his hand. “love you, may.” she ruffles peter’s hair, then says she’ll be in the kitchen.

they both prove to you so many times that love really is putting someone else’s needs before yours.

you spend the rest of the day watching your favorite movies, cuddled into peter and his hoodie while may brings you endless cups of tea and literally anything else you could possibly need. like peter said earlier, love really is putting someone else’s needs before yours. him and may show you exactly that. it’s you before him. it’s you before either of them.

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awake-dearheart · 4 years

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One Year [p.p]

Summary: It’s been one year since the love of Peter’s life died.

Word Count: 900

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: Just, the most angst.

A/N: Originally posted 9/25/19. So I’m pretty sure when @fairytaleparker and @neverlandparker decided to do a fun Disney writing challenge, they didn’t sign up for this. But this is where we ended up. I originally planned for this fic to go a totally different and much more fluffy way, but fate had other plans. As it turns out, this was exactly what I needed today. I didn’t edit anything so it might be riddled with spelling errors so I’m sorry in advance. Also the prompt is in bold. If you’d like to be added to my permanent taglist, just send an ask!

A week after you died, Peter finally stopped crying. It was only for a moment, and the tears quickly returned, but he stopped. He had never felt a pain like this before. No broken bone or hit from a superpowered enemy could compare to the pain of losing you. It sucked the air from his lungs and left him in a heap on the floor. May tried her best to help. She knew the pain Peter was feeling. She’d felt it when she lost Ben; the pain that comes with losing the love of your life. She kept telling him time would make it better. Peter didn’t believe her.

One month after you died, Peter watched your favorite movie. He didn’t mean to, but he was channel surfing and there it was. When he saw it, he was frozen. The memory of the first time you’d watched it together flooded back to him

“Baby, this cannot be your favorite movie,” Peter teased. You crossed your arms and huffed.

“I’ll have you know that Pirates of the Caribbean is a modern cinematic classic!” you retorted.

“You just want to stare at Orlando Bloom, don’t you?” Peter asked. Blinking, you tossed your hands up.

“Wow, I came here to have a good time and honestly I’m feeling so attacked right now.” Peter laughed and scooped you up in his arms, flopping you both back on the couch. You snuggled into his chest, your head tucked under his chin, while he started the movie. By the time the final scene rolled around, you were snoring softly in Peter’s arms. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, whispering the words along with the movie.

“I should have told you every day since the moment I met you; I love you.” He thought you were asleep, until you snuggled into him and hugged him tighter.

“I love you, too.” It was the first time either of you had said it, but it wouldn’t be the last.

Six months after you died, Peter was starting to get used to his new normal. He was back to working as Spider-Man. After you died he wanted to quit altogether, but Tony wouldn’t let him. Tony pointed out how hard you would have kicked his ass if he tried.

“You know damn well if she were here she’d tell you the same thing. You’re a hero, kid. Get out there and make her proud.”

So, he did. He saved people and he stopped bad guys, and each time he did he thought of you. He thought of your smile when he came home after a long patrol and told you about the people he’d helped. He thought of you running your fingers through his hair to soothe him to sleep. He thought of all the times you told him how special he was, and how proud you were of him. It kept him going.

Today, it’s been one year since you died. Peter was standing at the entrance of the cemetery, flowers gripped in his hand. Sweat was covering his brow and his breathing was ragged. He’d visited your grave before, but this was different.

“I can’t do this,” he says out loud to no one. Just then, like someone had been listening, the wind comes up and urges him forward. Peter smirks slightly, because he knows it’s you. He can almost hear your voice in his ear.

“Get a move on, superhero. I’m waiting.”

He walks forward, knowing the exact path to where you rest. He’d helped your parents pick out the headstone, and the quote on it.

Not all treasure is silver and gold.

He walks up to you, tears already streaming down his face.

“Hey beautiful,” he says. He sets the flowers down, replacing the dried ones he’d left a few weeks before. “Sorry I haven’t visited in a little while. Mr. Stark has had me working on some stuff. Man, if you could see the tech he’s got for me now, you’d flip. He wanted me to come in today but…then I reminded him…” He trails off, a lump forming in his throat. Peter crouches down, his fingers tracing your name on the cold stone.

“It’s not fair,” he croaks. “You should be here. I should be telling you all of this while you’re in my arms not under the ground. We had so many plans and…I just…. I’m so sorry, baby.” He’s sobbing now, on his hands and knees in the grass. He hasn’t cried this hard since the day you died. He’s bottled things up so much that once the dam breaks he can’t stop it. He cries for what feels like hours, until his throat is raw from it. Once the tears stop, he draws in a staggering breath and looks up at your name. For a fleeting moment, hope gives him the delusion that his grief was so profound that whatever deity took you away from him would give you back. But nothing is different. He’s still weeping on your grave. Your name still stares back at him, etched in marble. You’re still gone, and nothing he can do will bring you back.

Gathering all his strength, Peter forces himself to stand. He places a hand on your headstone to steady himself.

“I love you so much. And I promise, I’m gonna make you proud, baby.” With that, he turns to leave. The sun is beginning to set and the winds kicks up again. This time, he’s sure he hears your voice on the breeze.

“You already have.”

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eeyore101247 · 4 years

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Sassy Sunday Blurb & Moodboard Night

I wasn’t 100% sure what I wanted to call this, but here we go 😂

This will be an AU only blurb/moodboard night!

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breathinginthevapor · 4 years

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Wasteland, Baby

Summary: A drunk girl falls into Tom’s lap at party, and little does he know, he’s in for an adventure.

A/N: Aaalright, finally it’s here! It’s the first part of a short series I’m planning (the title might change) and my contribution to @neverlandparker and @fairytaleparker‘s Disney writing challenge - I’m so so sorry that this isn’t very Disney, so if you don’t want me to be a part of the challenge, i completely understand! The prompt was “Adventure is out there”.

Word count: 4500+

T/W: Tom not thinking the reader’s pretty (sorry guys, promise it’ll change), alcohol

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Tom doesn’t know how he wound up at this party in the first place. Harrison somehow managed to sweet talk him into going, but he can’t remember what he said, let alone why or when he disappeared and left Tom with a bunch of people he doesn’t know.

Usually, being left alone at a party would be fine, because Tom likes meeting new people and being the centre of attention, but he’s been working non-stop for what seems like an eternity, and he would much rather watch a movie with Tessa than be surrounded by strangers.

He sighs and grabs his phone from the back pocket of his black jeans, writing a text to Harrison to let him know he’s going home. However, he doesn’t get to finish the message before his phone is pushed out of his hand by a drunk girl falling, unfortunately literally, into his lap, spilling her drink all over his chest.

“Ooops,” she giggles, trying to get up, but to no luck.

“I’m a really annoying drunk, soorryy.”

At least she’s self-aware.

He grabs her and pulls her off him, sitting her down beside him on the sofa, and perhaps he’s a bit too harsh, but he just really wants to find his phone, go home and get out of his soaked shirt. After all, it’s not like he particularly enjoys taking involuntary baths in beer.

“No worries,” he grits through his teeth.

“You don’t sound like you mean it,” she pouts, and he wonders how she can be drunk enough to fall but not drunk enough to miss the sarcasm in his voice.

He’s about to apologise, because while he might not be in the best mood right now, he doesn’t want to be an asshole either.

Before he gets the chance though, the drunk girl interrupts him, “I’m Y/N.”

He shakes her outstretched hand.

“Tom.”

She removes some sweaty strands of hair from her forehead, and Tom tries to lean down to look under the couch for his phone, but he can’t see it, and this position really isn’t good for his neck.

He curses, sitting back up to find her eyeing him with furrowed brows.

“Why are you sad?” she asks him like it’s a completely normal question to ask a stranger.

“I’m not sad, I’m just irritated,” he argues, hoping that she’ll go and pester someone else soon.

She cocks her head, features sincere and serious.

“Your eyes look sad.”

He gulps, feeling his breath quicken just a little. He feels uncomfortable under her gaze, and he hates how it feels like this annoying drunk girl sees right through him.

“Well, I’m not,” he mutters, but he knows it doesn’t sound convincing.

It doesn’t matter if it’s believable or not, though, he reminds himself, because he doesn’t have to explain anything to her.

“I’m sad,” she tells him with the same nonchalant tone as if she was describing the weather.

If he was a bit less tired, he might have wanted to stay and hear her story, but he really isn’t in the mood.

“Can I get one of your friends for you?” he offers, but it doesn’t seem like she hears him.

“I’m so tired of being me, y’know? I’m always so careful and boring, but I’ve decided I’m gonna try to be different. Try to experience something,” she slurs, turning her head away from him to look at the party, but Tom can still see how her eyes are getting wet.

”Adventure is out there, waiting for me, I just know it is.”

Maybe she isn’t that bad, he thinks, because her words are actually kind of beautiful, and there’s a part of him that wants to hear more about those adventures she wants to go on.

However, he doesn’t get to, because her head falls heavy onto his shoulder and she starts snoring lightly, and all the irritation returns.

He doesn’t know her, or anyone else besides Harrison at this party (he actually doesn’t even know if Harrison’s still here. He better bloody be) so he can’t just leave her to a friend and let someone else take care of her.

He sighs, making a mental note to scold Harrison before he shakes her and tries to wake her up. It’s not a surprise that he can’t as it seems that nothing tonight goes his way. When he stands up, her body immediately falling into the free space on the sofa, and he takes five seconds to feel sorry for himself before he scoops her up into his arms, hands on her back and knees.

He makes his way through way too many drunk people, and it’s even harder to squeeze in between with another person in his arms which means that he’s already sweaty when he reaches the staircase.

Well, at least he won’t have to go to the gym tomorrow.

He opens the first door he gets to with his foot, only to find that it’s a bathroom, and then he continues a couple steps down the hall to the next door which luckily seems to be some kind of guest room.

He puts her down on the bed, arms almost cramping. He figures he must have missed a couple workouts, because although it would be tough for most people to carry someone for as long as he did, it shouldn’t be his hard for him, at least not if he’s in the shape he thought he was. But well, it has been stressed with work lately, and it’s felt like 24 hours a day wasn’t enough.

In other words, getting a few hours of sleep has been prioritized over hitting the gym.

He plops down on the floor, taking a quick breather. Looking at her sleeping figure, he figures that she isn’t pretty. He knows it makes him sound shallow, but it’s the first thing that pops into his mind.

Well, it’s not like she’s ugly or anything, but she isn’t anything special, either.

He shakes his head at his own thoughts, reminding himself that it doesn’t matter what she looks like, and that it’s stupid to be so focused on people’s looks.

To his defence, he doesn’t think he’s always been like this, but it’s hard to stay 100% focused on the inner stuff in a place like Hollywood where people get glammed up for a living.

And as for Y/N, she might be prettier without smudged makeup, a bird nest for hair and mouth slightly open in she sleeps, drooling just a little. Tom’s been an actor for a long time and worn his good share of makeup, so he knows it takes a very special person not to look bad with dark patches all over their face from their ruined eye makeup, and he figures that he should give her a break.

He sighs, rising from his spot on the floor, but when he’s almost at the door, she speaks up.

“Don’t leave,” she begs him, her eyes fluttering open just a bit. “I don’t wanna be alone.”

He curses himself, because this really shouldn’t be happening, and he just wants to go home to his own apartment and get a good night’s sleep and maybe cuddle with his dog a bit, but he hasn’t even found his phone yet, and as for Y/N, anyone could walk right in and take advantage of her drunken state.

So, he turns around to face her and nods tiredly, promising, “I’ll be right here.”

His words seem to calm her, a small smile on her lips as she drifts back to sleep and leaves him to figure out a way to get comfortable. He’s tempted to lay in the bed beside her, but while his back would definitely thank him for it, he knows it would be wrong without her consent (and she isn’t exactly in a state to give him that as of now).

So, it seems that he has two choices: the green, seemingly old armchair in the corner of the room or the floor. For all he knows, there could be an endless number of gross things spilled on the floor, and chances are there’s fewer on chair, so he sits down, swinging his feet over the side of it and tries to get comfortable.

It takes a while, and it’s hard to ignore the unpleasant feeling of his shirt clinging to his chest, but finally, he falls asleep in a guest room in a house he’s never been to before, belonging to people he doesn’t know and with a girl who’s been nothing but an inconvenience ever since he met her.

Still, he thinks to himself, this could be worse.

And maybe Y/N isn’t the only one who doesn’t want to be alone.

***

Tom doesn’t think of himself as too touchy or snobby, but it’s been a long time since he’s woken up feeling so uncomfortable as he does now. His shirt is sticky and smells like cheap beer, his legs should have gotten out of those tight jeans many, many hours ago and he doesn’t know where he is.

His memories return quickly when he notices the girl in the bed, snoring lightly. She looks even worse than last night, he thinks as he gets up from the chair. He stretches, feeling his whole body ache. To make matters worse, his stomach is screaming for food, but at least he didn’t drink nearly enough last night to have a hangover.

He tiptoes out of the room as quiet as he can, the wooden joists still creaking under his feet, but luckily, he doesn’t think it wakes her up.

He doesn’t close the door completely behind him, worried it will make too much noise, and then he walks down the stairs, determined to find his phone.

The ground floor looks like it’s been ravaged by a whole zoo, and Tom is once again reminded why he’s always hesitant to host big parties. He hates cleaning up after other people.

The kitchen smells like puke, and Tom’s pretty sure there’s some in the sink, but he doesn’t feel the need to look closely.

He’s really hungry, though, so he checks the fridge for anything to eat and grabs a couple of carrots, deciding that a proper breakfast will have to wait a little.

After washing the vegetables, he walks into the living room, careful not to kick any of the beer cans or wine bottles on the floor while mindlessly chewing on the carrots.

He figures he should check by the sofa first, hoping his phone hasn’t been kicked around and that it’s still hiding somewhere beneath the furniture.

There are various dark patches on the sofa, and Tom prays that they got there after he sat there and not before, because otherwise, his jeans needs serious washing.

He bends down, unable to see anything besides darkness under the huge sofa, and although everything in him screams about the bacteria he surely will come in contact with, he reaches out his arm and searches blindly until he comes in contact with something that feels like a phone.

He has just gotten it out after much manoeuvring, when her voice startles him.

“We didn’t have sex, did we?” she asks, and the shock causes him to bump his head up into the sofa. His head hurts a bit, but his pride has surely been more wounded, so he quickly stands up, ignoring the pain.

He hadn’t even noticed that she had woken up, let alone that she had walked down the stairs.

Maybe she’s a spy that drinks away her sorrows at weird parties in her free times. More likely, he’s been too focused on finding his phone to hear anything.

When he doesn’t answer, she continues, “Because I’ve had this stupid idea about getting out of my comfort zone and going on adventures, but that might be taking it a bit too-”

“I don’t think it’s stupid,” he blurts out. “But no, we didn’t have sex.”

She nods, biting her lip and running a hand through her hair that looks even worse in the morning, reminding Tom of one of those bird nests he loved searching for in his grandparents’ garden when he was younger.

“Is this your house?”

Her voice is raspy and low, probably a result of the drinking she had clearly done, and she looks like something with severe hangover, at least judging from the way her skin looks greasy and colourless.

Still, there’s something about her voice that he likes, especially when it isn’t drunkenly drabbling.

He shakes his head, “I have no idea who lives here. My friend just dragged me to this party.”

She chuckles hoarsely, “Me too.”

Tom doesn’t know what to answer to that, so he just stands there looking at her while she does the same, clearly not all too comfortable about the situation. He looks down on his phone and tries to turn it on, but it seems it’s run out of battery.

He clears his throat, “You don’t, by any chance, carry a charger on you, do you?”

She shakes her head with a smile, “Nah, sorry. Got one back home, but that doesn’t really help, does it?”

It’s not really funny, but he still laughs.

“No worries. I really should be going home anyway.”

Playfully, she inquires, “You don’t feel like thanking our generous host for letting us stay?”

He laughs again (this time, it is a bit funny though), and she looks almost smug.

“I’ll leave that to you.”

He puts his hands in his back pockets, but something feels off. There’s too much space in them.

Frantically, he curses, “Shit. Think I’ve lost my keys, too.”

He might have been a bit annoyed at her yesterday, but when she offers to help him look, he decides that she can’t be that bad.

Harrison is a pain in the ass when he’s drunk, too, and that’s one of Tom’s best friends, so surely, he ought to give Y/N another chance.

“Thanks,” he mutters, but she just shrugs.

“Don’t have anything better to do, really.”

That sounds sad, but he doesn’t really know her well enough to comment on it, so he just nods when she tells him she’ll look in the guest room where they slept.

She comes back down a couple minutes later, her hands empty, and joins Tom’s search in the rest of the house,

“Must have forgotten them at home.”

“Does one of your friends have a spare key?” she asks him, and he nods.

“Yeah, the mate who brought me here last night. But he rarely sleeps at his own flat after parties,” Y/N rolls her eyes at that while Tom thinks that’s a bit unfair, considering she didn’t sleep at home last night, either, “and my phone’s out of battery, so…”

She looks like she’s debating something, bottom lip pursed between her teeth and brows furrowed.

“I mean, I have my keys. And a charger at home. And I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have stayed last night if I hadn’t begged you to, so I kinda owe you,” she offers, rambling.

“You sure? I’ll figure something out either way, you know.”

Tom usually doesn’t go home with strangers, especially not in the morning, but this time, it would be incredibly comforting to get his phone charged and thereby, hopefully, his spare keys from Harrison.

“I’m sure. Come on now, my car’s not far.”

He follows her out, and he can’t help considering how this must look to strangers. He’s walking with a girl who looks like she’s been run over by a truck, both of them clearly dressed for Friday night and not Saturday morning. He just hopes the paparazzi doesn’t find him, because if there’s something he doesn’t want to see on the internet (really, there’s many things in that category, but still), it’s pictures of him and Y/N doing something that looks terribly much like a walk of shame.

“Just a couple more minutes,” she assures him, mistaking his worry for tiredness.

“I just try to park a bit away from the parties. Had my car trashed once, and it definitely wasn’t something I want to be a reappearing experience.”

“Nah, that sounds shitty. Do you know who did it?”

He figures he might as well make small talk if they’re stuck with each other for a while, and she seems like the chatty type.

She shrugs, “No, but my insurance paid for everything, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Just don’t need it to happen again, honestly.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

Once again, a silence falls upon them, and Tom doesn’t know how to fill it. They barely even know each other’s names, so really, what should he say?

And oh god, he hasn’t really thought about it yet, but what if she has recognized him? If she’s some crazy reporter trying to lure him into a corner and answer weird questions?

But she seemed sincere last night, he reminds himself, when she asked him to stay. Vulnerable in a way he hasn’t experienced with a stranger before.

“We’re here,” she says, gesturing towards the beat red car beside them. And the weird thing is, Tom falls in love immediately.

With the car, that is.

He loves luxurious cars that can drive fast and has all these amazing gadgets, but this stupidly old and ugly red car is just different, somehow. It feels like home.

He realises why when he sits down on the passenger seat, and the smell of old car and a light tint of cigars hits his nostrils. It’s like being a kid again and sitting in his grandparents’ car, the one his grandfather couldn’t get himself to throw away.

“It’s old, I know,” she states, almost apologetic. “Pretty crappy, too,” she chuckles.

“I love it,” he tells her, honestly, and a smile breaks slowly on her lips.

“Yeah, me too.”

She starts the car, and it makes a rumbling noise, almost like saying hello. He pats the dashboard gently, feeling stupid immediately afterwards, but he can’t keep the grin off his face.

He turns his head to look at her, her face scrunched up with focus as she manoeuvres the car out of the tight parking spot, squeezed in between two big black cars.

Shooting him a look through the corner of her eyes, “Her name’s Sally.”

Embarrassed by being caught watching her, he asks, “Who?”

“The car, of course.”

He laughs, forgetting all about his embarrassment.

“Thought people only named their cars in movies.”

She shakes her head, eyes twinkling.

“Well, you can’t deny she’s a Sally.”

He thinks about it for a moment before he has to admit, “Yeah, I guess she is.”

She smiles proudly, turning on the radio and humming alone to a pop song Tom doesn’t know. Still, he doesn’t mind this, sitting in this piece of junk with Y/N. Tom has to admit, she’s way less annoying when she’s sober. Actually, she’s quite good company.

He leans his head towards the window, letting the sound of the radio and her low singing fade until it’s just a comfortable background noise.

Next thing he knows, there’s a hand on his shoulder, squeezing softly.

“We’re just outside my apartment, Tom.”

He blinks and tries to shake the sleep from his eyes.

“Wow. Guess I must have fallen asleep, sorry.”

She chuckles, “It’s okay, I get it. I wouldn’t mind a couple more hours, either.”

His neck hurts a bit, but he doesn’t know if it’s from his little nap in the car or from sleeping the chair at the party. Probably, it’s a mix of both.

He gets out, cracking his neck with a pleasing sound (Surely more disturbing to Y/N whose shoulders scrump up at the sound) and trails behind her.

She lives in an anonymous complex, a red brick stone façade and probably about six floors. He notices the elevator but follows her up the stairs to the fifth floor, just a little out of breath when he gets there, although his host seems unfaced.

“Wow, this must be like doing leg day everyday,” he comments, making her chuckle.

“You get used to it,” she shrugs and opens the door.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” she tells him with a stupid grin on her face, holding the door open for him and clearly waiting for him to enter.

He doesn’t know if she’s the kind of person who takes off their shoes before even entering the flat, but he kicks them off in the hallway and hopes she doesn’t mind. He’s relieved to see she does the same, discarding her denim jacket on the hanger before turning around to face him.

Tom doesn’t know how long he’ll be here, so he just keeps his jacket on. After all, he’s dying to get his spare keys from Harrison and get home, and she probably wants to be alone as well.

“Do you want the grand tour or just the charger?” she offers, and he follows her to what seems to be the living room, judging by the dark purple couch and the small telly.

“Um, I guess the charger first and then the tour if that’s an option?”

“Of course. Think there’s one in the kitchen.”

He feels out of place in the foreign flat, trailing behind like a lost puppy after a girl he doesn’t even know.

Entering the small kitchen, its walls painted in a pretty olive-green that fits quite well with the black cabinets (If you ask Tom, that is. And he isn’t by any means an interior designer) she points to a socket above the counter, “There it is.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, fishing up his phone from his pocket and plugging it in.

“Well, I guess it’s time for the tour. This is, if you didn’t notice, the kitchen.”

He smiles at her, nodding his head for her to go on. She walks past him, the same way they came, back into the living room where she stops in her tracks.

“And this, obviously, the living room. The ugly purple couch belongs to my roommate, Cassie, and I know it’s hideous, but trust me, you grow attached to it over time.”

It seems like she’s implying that he might come back here, and honestly, he’s surprised to say that he isn’t against the thought.

Weird.

She points to a closed door, “That’s Cassie’s room. Don’t think she’s home, though. She often stays at her girlfriend’s.”

“Well, then I don’t have to worry about getting an angry hangover girl on my neck if I make too much noise,” he jokes, earning a smile from her.

“Don’t think you’d need to worry about that. She’d like you, I think.”

Tom doesn’t know what to answer to that, but he’s pretty sure it’s a compliment, so he mutters a low “thanks,” although he isn’t sure if she hears it.

Y/N’s room is behind a door decorated with a cute picture of a baby alpaca, filled with artsy posters, plants and pictures of friends, one of the walls painted dark blue. Her bed is unmade, the white linen scrunched together in one side of the bed, and for some reason, Tom can picture himself curled up there, listening to music from the record player in the corner, watching a movie on her laptop or drinking a hot cup of tea.

It feels homey and comfortable and cosy, just like her car, but this time, Tom can’t figure out why.

She looks sheepish when she breaks her trail of thought, “I’m sorry it’s so messy, wasn’t expecting visitors.”

Only now does he notice the scattered pieces of clothing and textbooks on the floor, but he can’t be bothered to clean all the time, either, so he doesn’t think he’s one to judge her.

“You should see my brother Sam’s flat. If this is messy, his is a catastrophe.”

That seems to ease her, and she shoots him a small smile.

“I’m glad you think so. Well, I think that was all? The bathroom is just down the hall, but honestly, it’s just an ordinary bathroom.”

At the same time, they walk towards the door, resulting in the always awkward situation where you have figure out who stays behind and lets the other one leave first.

Tom figures he hasn’t been his best self these past hours, so he steps back and gestures to her to go first at the exact same time Y/N says, “after you.”

She smiles and bites her lip, looking down before thanking him and walking out, back to the kitchen.

“Do you want anything? Water, coffee, tea?” she offers while he checks his phone which has gotten up to 5% already.

Scrolling down, he finds three missed calls and ten texts from Harrison, the newest one making his cheeks heat up: “Hope whoever has been keeping you occupied all night and the whole morning is an amazing shag but a quick ‘Im ok’ text for you best mate would be nice. See you later dickhead.”

Looking up from the screen, it takes him two seconds to recall what she’d asked him before he can answer, “Uhm, a cup of tea would be nice, thank you.”

“Sure.”

He quickly types out the requested ‘I’m okay’ text to Harrison, before explaining his situation to his best friend as short as he can.

She passes him the cup, leaning against the counter, mug in hand as she watches him.

“Thank you,” she starts, biting her lip. “For staying with me last night. I was really drunk, and I- yeah, not everyone would have been as sweet as you.”

Her gaze fixates on something on the wall, and she looks as vulnerable as last night. Tom would be damned if he didn’t help her.

“Only an asshole would have left you there,” he shrugs.

“Maybe, but many people would have,” she just tells him, sipping her coffee. And Tom hates that she’s right. So, he changes the subject,

“Last night, you talked of chasing adventures or something like that. What’s that about?”

“It’s just-“ she pauses, like she’s trying to figure out the answer herself. “Do you know the feeling of life just passing by your eyes while you don’t feel like you’re participating?”

He nods. Of course he does.

“I hate it. I hate just going along with everything. I know it makes me sound like something out of a Disney movie, but I just know that there’s adventure out there.”

She takes a sip of her tea, turning her the corners of her mouth into a small smile.

“I don’t know how I’ll get to it, though.”

“We could help each other find it,” Tom offers before even thinking it through. He’s known to be impulsive, but he immediately realises that he probably shouldn’t have said that. She’s a stranger, and Tom is famous, and although it doesn’t seem like she recognizes him, it could just be a trick to get information out of him.

But he can’t regret it when her face lights up like a freaking lightning bulb.

“Really? You don’t think it’s stupid?”

Against his will, a wide grin breaks on his face.

“No. I think it’s brilliant.”

For the first time since he’s met her, he thinks that she’s kind of beautiful as she runs a hand through her hair, mischievous eyes locking with his.

“Welcome to the team then.”

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neverlandparker · 5 years

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Rooftops // peter parker (repost!)

Word Count: 3.2k words of angst and fluff - so much of it. teens in love and all the cuteness that ensues :)

Warnings: man armed with gun scene (kind of) but no worries! there’s no death or blood in this one!!

Author: @neverlandparker

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry its been so long! Its nice to be back and writing! I really hope you enjoy reading this as much I did writing it! <3

Additional Note***This is a repost because I accidentally deleted the original!!! Luckily, I had a draft saved that was pretty close to the original...but I actually ended up changing it up a little bit :) please please please give it another read even if you have read the original post and let me know what you think !! thank you so so much for your wonderful support, it really means the world! -claire xx***

Prompt: From my prompt list that is now nonexistent haha: #10: “Um…so you are going to just try convincing me that the last 10 seconds didn’t happen?” #12: “Are you just going to stare at me?” and ps I changed around the prompt words a bit to make it better fit the writing in that scene!

Prompts were requested by anon & @underoos-shield <3

(photo not mine.)

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It all began a week ago. You were walking toward your locker when you saw Peter and Ned standing nearby and speaking in a hushed, secretive manner. You thought maybe it was because they were trying to talk about some new Lego set without the whole world knowing so you just shrugged it off and walked toward them.

It was not until you neared in proximity that you began to pick up bits of their conversation and upon hearing your name, you froze immediately. Thankfully, it was passing time and everyone was walking in the hallways crowded hallways giving you some coverage from being spotted eavesdropping on them. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but hearing your name come up in their conversation suddenly made you very intrigued.

So you stopped at one of the nearby drinking fountains, filling up your empty water bottle as you made sure to listen extra carefully to see if you could make out their conversation.

Even with your back turned, your eyes widened and you almost dropped your water bottle as you heard what came out of Peter’s mouth next. “Ned! But I can’t Y/N, I can’t tell her! She would hate me if I did.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ned making wild hand gestures as he replied, “Dude, you’re an Avenger. If anyone has a chance with a senior girl, it’s you!”

You couldn’t grasp what was happening.

Peter? An Avenger?

Then that could only possibly mean one thing—Peter Parker, your dorky best friend was Spider-Man.

Shocked and stunned, you immediately felt your hands fly to your mouth in a failed attempt to muffle your rather audible gasp at the realization.

You were thankful that the loud clamor of high school students in the hallway made your embarrassingly loud intake of air less noticeable.

As you went through your day, one thing stayed on your mind. Your best friend. Peter Parker. Was Spider-Man?

But the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. The abrupt ends to your phone calls, the reason why Peter ditched you and Ned during your traditional Friday movie nights, and also the reason why his disappearances kept strangely matching up with Spider-Man’s appearances on the news.

…

As you walked home from school, you were texting your friend until suddenly, you noticed the presence of a person behind you—your intuition seemed to be alerting you as you felt somewhat followed. As you carefully paid more attention, you realized the same man had followed you for what seemed like 10 straight minutes. Then, all of a sudden, it seemed like he caught you sneaking suspicious odd looks at him, and faster than one could say “thwip,” he pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at your head.

Your blood ran cold. Mouth ran dry. Sweat seemed to dampen your skin. Goosebumps formed. Tears prickled your eyes. Your legs started to shake. Your mind went blank. Pure terror seized hold on your heart and as much as wanted to scream for help and run for cover, your feet betrayed you, staying stubbornly stuck to the ground, as if glued there.

“Drop your bag and give me your money!” he roared at you.

You did as you were told, slowly and carefully as fear flooded your body. You reached a hand into your bag painstakingly slowly and was about to hand your wallet over but all of a sudden you hear – WHOOSH THWIP!

“Hey buddy! I believe that belongs to her!” and right before your own eyes, you witness Spider-Man up close, in action, practically flying toward your attacker and with a powerful kick delivered, he successfully knocked the man unconscious.

As you were still collecting yourself over the last few minutes, he deposited the weapon , called the police, and had the unconscious assaulter tied up tightly against the brick wall of a nearby building.

And as soon as he turned around to face you he froze, and the suit’s eyes almost seemed to dilate as if...as if he was surprised to see it was you. You took a mental note of this as you cautiously asked “U-um are you okay?”

As if shaken out of whatever daydream he was in, he replied wittily, “h-hey, isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

And as your smile began to fade, realizing what had almost happened had he not been there to save you, he immediately apologized, “I-I’m so s-sorry – I shoulda been t-there sooner. D-Did he hurt y-you?”

What you did next actually surprised you and him as well as you flung yourself full force at the masked hero, as you found yourself unable to express your thoughts in no other way, hoping that this embrace would suffice as a way of thanking him for saving your life.

And then it was almost like you caved, as at once, your fierce guard had been let down and floodgates opened as you felt tears slide down and drip off your cheeks. More tears came and you struggled to keep your composure as you tried to muffle your sobs, only turning into even more of a sniffling, shaking mess. It was almost at that moment that you realized that you probably looked ridiculous, clinging onto the spandex-suited hero as you sobbed uncontrollably in the middle of the sidewalk.

It must have been at that realization, but you quickly jumped back and quickly made an attempt to wipe away your tears, your eyes still red and watery.

“Oh my god—I am so-so-so sorry I-I don’t know what came over m-me, I d-don’t know what came over me—thank you, thank you…” your voice trailed off as hushed as ever, as Spider-Man faced you, listening.

“No–no-no- please don’t ever apologize. It was my fault that I let this happen and damn it I should have been here earlier and I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…If I had gotten here any later…god what were you thinking? Walking by yourself? Who let you do this? Who was dumb enough to let you walk home by yourself?” he practically screeched and he was up about pacing the sidewalk in front of you. At first you were rather taken back by his outburst earlier but then the more you observed carefully, it seemed awfully like he was almost berating….himself?

You made a mental note that everything so far seemed to be like Peter. His height and build, the voice, and his caring nature which shone right through the mask.

But scared to jump to conclusions with your assumptions and possibly revealing his secret identity to the world, you sat there with your mouth shut, listening to him rant. You decided now was not the right time to confront him about this. It would have to wait for later.

“Um–hey Y/—Miss?” he waved a cautious hand in front of your face.

You jumped back to reality.

“Oh. Um,” you cleared your throat, “uh right!”

“I’d better get going,” you stated still slightly dazed from traumatic event and the possibility of Spider-Man being your own best friend.

You got up slowly and when you finally managed to collect yourself enough, you flashed a watery smile his way and started to slowly walk away.

Before you could get far though, you heard a voice calling your name.

“Hey! Miss…Wait up!”

You looked over your shoulder and you saw the familiar red and blue suit. Your lips quirked upwards instinctively and you turned your body towards him.

Huh?

His normally confidently and witty composure had shrunk and now he was looking everywhere but you, shuffling his feet unconsciously, and wringing his hands….nervously?

You looked up at him, with a gentle expression as if expecting an answer.

He cleared his throat.

“Umm yeah uh sorry–sorry just um can I walk you home?”

It came out so timidly, you smiled.

“Of course, I’d love some company”

…

Before you knew it, you had arrived at your apartment and you dug your key out from your backpack.

“Well, this is me….thank you. again. thank you for saving my life back there” you looked up at him.

And throwing all reservations out the window, you threw your hands around his neck, pulling him close, hugging for a minute.

Then, you pulled back, a blush dusting your cheeks.

“Honestly I don’t know what I’d do without you…..” you trailed off, then realizing what you said wasn’t exactly how you wanted it to come out, you quickly added, “…in that situation I mean.” Your face was flaming.

“Thank you again” you whispered.

The masked hero just nodded.

“I’ll see you around”

And with that, you gave him a little wave, and shut the door, as you felt your legs give out, sliding down against the back of the door to your apartment, as you sat there for a few minutes blinking back tears as you tried to comprehend what had just happened in the last hour.

…

School had gone as normal the day after. And there was nothing out of the ordinary. Admittedly, you were still slightly shaken from the events of the day before, but you were slowly starting to feel normal again.

You took note that Peter had stuck at your side for the entire day, running to catch up with you in the halls even if his next class was all the away across campus at the tech wing, insisting that he walk you to your next class.

You kept protesting, saying you were perfectly fine and pushing him away, not wanting him to be tardy to his next class, but he stayed adamant and walked by you for the rest of the day whenever he possibly could.

Whenever you asked about it, he shrugged and just replied with,

“Just trying to be good company”

…

Although having Peter so close the whole day which you had to admit was comforting, it also made your feelings for him a lot harder to suppress.

He was your best friend for goodness sake.

You were looking forward to walking home with him but it seemed like he had disappeared. You had asked Ned but he just shrugged and mumbled something about the Stark Internship keeping him busy again.

You sighed, you really were looking forward to the normal times again, when you, Peter and Ned would walk home together on Fridays and have a Star Wars marathon. However, Peter had been busy lately. You’d really only ever see him in school. Although you felt sad or sometimes a bit angry, he always apologized profusely about Tony Stark keeping him super busy.

So you let it slide.

You took a breath and started walking home. This time, super hyper aware of all your surroundings. Ten minutes into your walk, you felt nauseous. It was that feeling from yesterday all over again. Except when you looked around there was no one in sight. Perhaps it was just you, shaken from the rather disturbing memory of what had happened at this exact time.

You blinked hard and clutched your backpack and resumed your walk, picking up your pace.

But not before long, you heard a voice call out to you.

You immediately froze, adrenaline pumping through your body.

Surely not again?

You slowly turned around.

But this time, it wasn’t a big menacing man with a gun, it was only Spider-Man, perched upon a nearby apartment fire escape.

He gave you a friendly wave, and you imagined that he was smiling at you behind his mask.

You grinned and waved back.

“What are you doing here?” you called, curious to see what he was up to.

After all, it wasn’t everyday that you got to talk with Queen’s very own infamous web-slinging hero.

“Just sticking around for surveillance and of course, looking out for you ma’am” he winked.

Why he seemed confident today.

You felt your smile get impossibly bigger and your heart swelled at the generous gesture.

“Thank you” you called up to him.

“Anytime”

The rest of your walk home, you felt at peace, having your guardian angel aka spidey looking out for you along the way.

At some point, he swung down and joined you on your way home and when he was prompted as to why, he just shrugged,

“Just trying to be good company”

You froze.

He immediately stiffened.

The words rung in your ears, reminding you of a similar line a certain someone had just said to you yesterday.

He quickly stammered out,

“Uh - yeah you know, just tryin to be a good friend–that’s all”

You frowned but kept walking and before you knew it, you had arrived at your apartment once again, with Spidey in tow.

“Hey um this might sound really weird but uh I promise there’s a reason. Uh can you come to the rooftop with me?”

As your question came out, you surprised yourself at your forwardness.

“Um…er sure why not?”

Relieved that he had agreed, you started to insert your key in the lock of your apartment door but he had something else to say,

“Hey wait…”

You turned around and saw him extending an outstretched hand toward you.

“Do you-uh do you trust me?”

You were a bit hesitant at what he had in mind, but you had to remind yourself that this was the same guy who had saved your life, and again, it might turn our to be your best friend after all.

“Yes…yes of course”

You placed your hand in his as he shot a web out to the top of your building and before you could finish your sentence…

“Wait…what are you do y—”

You had to muffle your scream as he pulled you into his side, swung the both of you to the rooftop, and gently placed you down.

Your legs were still shaking a bit from the surprise, but you smiled. Soaring through the air from a spider web was one thing to watch but definitely another to experience.

You turned around toward the hero but he forgot to let go of you before you twirled right around, bumping your nose and lips with his as your eyes widened and you immediately pulled away, flushing at the accident.

The both of you blushed and looked away from each other, coughing and apologizing, but never daring to catch the eyes of the other.

There almost a pause on time as the two of you proceeded to stare at each other, mouths open, eyes wide, unmoving. Both of you frozen in shock just standing there staring at the other.

At last, you cleared your throat and seeing as if he was still glued on the spot, you came up with the worst thing you could probably possibly say in that moment,

“Ummm so are you just going to keep staring at me?”

That seemed to break whatever spell the awkward kiss? (was it even a kiss if they didn’t actually kiss?) had put on him.

At a lack of words, he immediately blushed and stuttered as once more, his nervousness you had heard from the previous day came back.

Peter prayed that you couldn’t see the raging blush on his cheeks through the mask. Of course it was just him being paranoid, the mask wasn’t transparent, but he certainly felt that way with the situation and the fact that you were staring right at him wasn’t helping very much.

At last he spoke up,

“Um…so you are going to just try convincing me that the last 10 seconds didn’t happen?”

Your head snapped up. You felt heat rise to your face once more.

But suddenly feeling a bit more bold, you took a step closer to him.

At your now close proximity, you felt no need to speak any louder and you whispered to him,

“Not if you don’t want to”

Taken aback by your audacity, Spider-Man peeled up his mask up to his nose, revealing his face from the nose down.

You were so close now, and just as when you were about to take another bold step forward even closer to him, you were interrupted by a voice that seemed to come from Spider-Man’s suit.

“Now’s your chance. Kiss her Peter.”

You jumped back in surprise.

“Karen!” you heard him yell.

Spider-Man looked mortified and although a bit taken aback, you just smiled, because the suit confirmed it was indeed your best friend, Peter Parker, who was behind the mask of the spider hero. You just laughed at his priceless expression.

“Peter! Who was that?” you teased.

Shocked that you found his secret identity in this way, Peter’s already raging blush turned three shades darker and because Peter was well, Peter, he started his nervous habit again–looking everywhere else but you.

“Oh um t-that was Karen, um my AI for t-the s-suit” he coughed awkwardly.

Then, but not before doing a quick once over to his surroundings, he yanked off his mask, revealing your best friend’s face.

“Oh my god—Y/N I’m so sorry. I-I-I don’t know what to say—uh um I’m so s-sorry. Please don’t be mad—just let me explain—“

“Pete—Pete. Whoa, slow down! I’m not mad at all, although I wished you told me sooner, but….Peter! That’s crazy. You’re Spider-Man…you’re Spider-Man. I mean—come on—what, wow and all those flips and wow you’re so amazing and—y-y-you stopped a bus with your bare hands—I……….“

What?

You felt hot under his gaze, realizing that he had been staring at you.

But before you could get your next words out, Peter decided it was now or never as he swooped down and planted a quick kiss on your lips, pulling back quickly flustered, leaving you to both stare at each other, stunned.

After the initial shock, you couldn’t help the uncontrollable smile that tugged at your lips as you felt your heart so fast, you thought it was going to fly out of your chest. But then the two of you stepped closer, and you let your eyes flutter closed as he met you in the middle with his lips on yours, and you swear fireworks were going off inside your head. Your hand wrapped around his neck to pull him even closer and his hands drifted to your hips, just like May had taught him. Sure, you had read about it in stupid fantasy novels and even fanfiction but it was nothing compared to the real life sensation of kissing your best friend. It was everything you ever imagined it could be and more.

Both of you smiled out of the kiss, leaning your foreheads together, chests heaving, slightly dazed, and hearts beating wildly. Finding his eyes on you, you looked to him and when his features softened as he gazed at you, you couldn’t help but swoon a little, feeling your heart soar. You bit your lip, finding him incredibly endearing.

“You know…I really like you Peter…um have for a while now”

“I really like you too Y/N. Its always been you.”

Thank goodness for best friends, rooftops, and first kisses.

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clintbartonswife · 5 years

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Pairings: Bucky x reader, some Steve x Sam if you squint

Summary: you find Bucky in Wakanda and are determined to help him see that he’s not the monster he’s sure he is. This is for @fairytaleparker and @neverlandparker writing challenge with the prompt: if you focus on what you left behind, you will never be able to see what lies ahead (bolded)

Warnings: slight angst, self doubt, a few swear words

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“Who’s this white wolf you all speak of?”

“King T’Challa brought a friend! He lives in a hut by the river” one of the children babbled, pulling his friend along excitedly, “he lets us play with his goats”

Your curiosity piqued, and you allowed yourself to be dragged along by the children.

You had been on the run for 5 months with Natasha after splitting from Steve and Sam in Vermont after a close call with the authorities. The two of you had received a message on your burner phone from Steve asking you to make your way back to Wakanda just as you were crossing sneaking across the Russian border. Of course, both of you instantly turned around and high-tailed it back to the hidden country, eager to see your friends after such a long time.

“Come on! Over here!” The boy said, flashing you a blinding smile as the goat pen came into view, “You’ll love him”

As you turned the corner, your jaw dropped as you saw Bucky exiting a hut, looking the healthiest you had ever seen him.

He was instantly crowded by the small group of children chanting “white wolf”, a small smile rising to his faces. After a quick conversation, he opened the gate to the pen and let the kids inside, smile widening into a grin at the happy squeals that filled the morning air.

“Bucky?”

He turned to face you, face full of surprise.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“The kids” you explained lamely, “they wanted me to meet the white wolf - I’m guessing that’s you?”

He blushed slightly, ducking his head to hide behind the curtain of his hair.

“I don't know why they started calling me that” he shrugged, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, “Shuri said it on my second day here and I guess it just stuck”

“ ‘S cute”

You watched with a small smirk as the blush on his cheeks deepened, liking the softer Bucky in front of you. Deciding to finally close the distance between you, you walked over to him, coming to a stop a comfortable distance away.

“I’m glad to see you doing better Barnes - I honestly mean that”

“Thanks Y/N”

He went to say something else, but the vibrating kimoyo beads on his wrists cut him off, Shuri’s face popping up on the hologram.

“We’ll talk later, yeah?”

“Uh - yeah - okay”

The next time you saw him was a few days later at the palace, Steve’s arm draped over his shoulder and Sam trailing slightly behind.

“From the look of Bucky’s face I’d say Sam hasn't shut up all morning” Natasha snorted, “Looks like he’s about to kill him”

“They love each other really” you commented fondly, watching as Bucky finally broke and began chasing Sam across the lawn like a pair of toddlers while Steve watched with a mixture of affection and annoyance, “Somewhere very deep down”

The two of you continued to watch them play fight, until they stilled on the grass.

“Do you think he broke him?” Nat sniggered, pointing at Barnes who had frozen in his spot whilst Sam cackled on the ground.

Cocking your head to the side curiously, you watched as he turned around in the direction Sam was pointing, his eyes fixating on you for a second, before his face blushed a deep scarlet and he ducked his head back down seemingly whispering angrily at Sam.

“What was that about?” you mused, turning to Nat, who was looking at you with a massive smirk.

“I have no idea” she drawled, taking a long sip of her coffee as she tried to repress her smile.

“Hey! Bucky wait up!”

You had been sitting on a bench outside the palace when you spotted Bucky leaving his appointment with Shuri, instantly jumping up and pursuing him.

The man in question turned around, a small smile on his face as he watched you catch up.

“How’s it hanging Barnes?” you grinned, elbowing him gently in the side as you fell into step with him.

“What?”

“How are you?”

“Oh - I’m good thank you. You?”

“Could’ve been better, I haven’t seen you around much”

You tried to bite back a smile at the light blush that began coat his cheeks as he cleared his throat, tucking a stray piece of hair behind his ear.

“Uh - Yeah I’ve been with Steve a lot”

“And Sam I guess”

“Not by choice”

You sniggered slightly at that.

“I saw you both outside the palace the other day, you looked like you were having fun”

The blush on his cheeks darkened considerably at that, ducking his head to look at the floor nervously.

“Well, uh, Sam was teasing me about something so I was trying to get him back”

“Did you?”

“No, he admittedly won that one”

You mock-gasped, hand flying to your chest.

“Sam? Winning? Never”

Bucky chuckled, a sound of pure joy, as he shook his head.

“That’s the only time it’ll happen, trust me”

Your smile faltered slightly as you reached the crossroad to Bucky’s hut and the town, knowing you couldn’t invite yourself into his space.

“Say Buck, how about we get a coffee later?”

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, like a date”

You silently prayed you came across confident, hoping that he’d say yes and you hadn’t completely been misreading the signs.

“Wha- date? With me?”

“Well you don’t have to seem so disgusted by it” you laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck, “never mind Barnes, sorry for asking”

“No! I mean - I just - shouldn’t the man ask out the dame - woman - I -“ He gave up with a sigh, stressing his fingers through his hair, “I mean - are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t”

“Then I would love to get a coffee with you doll”

A grin lit up your features, giving Bucky a cheeky wink as you reached the crossroads, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before running off towards the town.

“I’ll message you the details!”

Needless to say Bucky was freaking out. As soon as you were out of sight, he immediately called Steve on his beads, who in turn brought Sam over to his hut.

“She asked you to coffee? Wow, when I said you didn’t have game I didn’t -“

“Sam cut it out. Buck, I don’t see the big deal. I thought this is what you wanted?”

The brunet sighed, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically.

“This is what I want”

“Then why are you sat here stressing like a teenage girl about to go on her first date?”

“Because it is my first date! In over 70 years!” Bucky roared, Sam’s comments finally pushing him over the edge, “I don’t know how much dating’s changed. Hell - I can barely hold a conversation with her without getting all sweaty and flustered. I’m pathetic”

“You’re not pathetic Buck-“

“Yes Steve. Yes I am. Look at me and tell me that I’m going to be able to hold an actual relationship with Y/N”

Steve and Sam faltered, and he sighed, dragging his hands down his face.

“I’m not the man I was. I don’t know how to charm dames anymore. That’s been lost along with the rest of me that was taken away by the fucking chair”

Head hung in defeat, Bucky collapsed onto his bed, hands clasped infront of him as if in a prayer.

The other two shared a look (or more accurately Steve glared at Sam and gestured for him to fix it), Sam moving from his seat to stand in front of Bucky.

“Look, I know I tease you, but I fully mean what I’m about to say. If you focus on what you left behind, you’ll never be able to focus on what’s ahead. Sure, you’re not in the 40s picking up chicks in the hundreds, but you have one very special one who asked you out” Sam paused to check Steve, who gave him a thumbs up, before continuing, “And shes gonna be waiting on you in that coffee shop, don’t disappoint her”

“What can I possibly offer her Sam?” Bucky asked, voice cracking slightly from the pure emotion held in his voice, “What sorta life can I give her? She deserves so much”

“She chose you Buck - if you think she deserves so much then let her make her choice - let her choose you”

You tap the side of your mug nervously, eyes searching for Bucky. He was only a few minutes late, but that was enough to send your mind running with doubt.

What if he wasn't ready for this yet? What if you had misread the signs?

Thankfully, before your thoughts could run away too far, you spotted him entering the small shop, his hand running through his hair nervously.

You waved him over with a smile, pushing out the saved seat for him with your foot as he approached.

“I was starting to think you ditched me there for a second Buck” you grinned, gesturing o the cup in front of him, “black coffee with no sugar, just how you like it”

“Thank you” he mumbled, ducking his head shyly, “Sorry I was late”

“Only a few minutes, it’s fine. Everything ok?”

“Honestly?”

You quirked your head to the side, nodding.

“No, everything’s not okay - I almost didn't come”

You bit down the immediate hurt, reminding yourself that he was here.

“Any reason why?”

“I’m not good enough for you doll, it’s selfish of me to be taking up your time like this” he began, putting his hand up when you went to protest, “Steve and Sam talked some sense into me by saying it’s your choice. I don’t deserve to take yours away from you, so I’ll just have to trust that you understand what I am”

You sighed a sigh of pure relief, placing your hands over his.

“Bucky, I do know what you are. You’re a kind, selfless man who loves and protects his friends. You look after goats for gods sake”

He chuckled, slightly embarrassed, before looking down at your hands and entwining your fingers with his own.

“I like you for who you are, James Buchanan Barnes. Not who you were, not who you were forced to be, but who you are right now in this moment”

Bucky looked back up at you, eyes wet with unshed tears.

“Thank you”

His voice came out slightly choked, though the genuine smile on his face made you want to kiss him silly.

“I choose you, Bucky. I hope you can find it in you to choose me too”

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foreverwcnter · 4 years

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✨prompt list two 9 and 18 maybe peter and y/n get in a fight bc she’s been distant or whateves ur choice🥺

this was very fun to write!

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the moment you started being more hostile to peter was the moment peter felt his heartbreak. he didn’t know what was wrong but he had the tendency of blaming himself. you were always so kind and sweet to him, the one who bandaged him up and kisses his forehead and reassured him the next time he saw a certain villain, he would catch them. he missed the warmth of your hugs and he missed kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your neck, your lips. all he wanted was to hold you in his arms again. but with you growing more distant, he was more reluctant to.

behind your eyes with every snapped word, peter could tell something was wrong. he had to get to the bottom of whatever it was that was bothering you that day. after a particularly stressful patrol, peter swung in the direction of your apartment, not worried about having to sneak in because he knew your parents got off work late at night, leaving the apartment to yourself. peter shot a web to a building, the building coming into view. anxiety was already forming in the pit of his stomach, telling him to turn back and give you space.

but his girlfriend needed him. whether you liked it or not. he made a promise he’d take care of you long ago and he was going to uphold that promise.

landing on the fire escape outside your window, he gently lifted it up, still wearing the mask over his head as he took notice of you, crying at your desk.

“y/n, princess?” he sounded, causing you to lift your head and wipe away any tears from your face. “angel, baby… what’s wrong?” peter tore off the red mask, letting it fall to the ground as he approached you, hands resting against your trembling shoulders.

“i’m fine, peter,” you said bluntly, voice soft and obviously hurt. “ you can go back to your patrol, it’s okay.”

peter’s heartstrings were pulled as he looked at you. your eyes were a painful and sad void that was filled with so much warmth and happiness the week before. he knew something was wrong, and he couldn’t stand watching you tear yourself apart like this. “angel, please don’t lie to me, i can’t take it. what is wrong, you can tell me? bottling things up isn’t going to help you.”

“just leave me alone.”

“no. y/n i’m not going to leave you alone when you are like this. i can’t just watch you cry and suffer in this way without helping you. my job is about helping people and that’s what i’m going to do. i’m going to help you,” peter blurted out, turning your face to look at him gently while brushing a thumb over your cheekbone. he was pleaded you to talk to him, the boy couldn’t stand to see you hurting so much. he hated seeing anyone hurting that way and he knew for fact he’d do anything to stop that. you especially knew that.

“okay.” you finally sighed, moving to sit on your bed with peter, who gently held your hand in his, the other wiping away the tears spilling down your soft cheeks. “i lost my job at the restaurant. i got fired. some angry costumer ruined everything for me and then i got my stuff and went home. and i know you already have so much stress from your duties as spiderman and i didn’t want to be a bother. everything just continued to get worse and worse and i hate it. i can’t keep myself together.”

by this time, you were sobbing, peter pulling you against his chest and kissing your hair lightly. he knew this was hurting you and god peter could not stand it. it made him so upset that a customer got you fired and while he knew he could find them and teach them a lesson, he wouldn’t do that. you wouldn’t let him.

“‘m sorry princess,” he whispered lightly, rubbing his hand gently on your back. “i wish you would have told me. i know you think i’m too busy with my hero stuff but i have time. time to spend with you and that’s all i want. it hurt me to see you hurting like that, i just wanted to take care of you, love bug.”

skipping the rest of his patrol, peter spent that night holding you against him, reassuring you that he would always be by your side, through the highs and the lows.

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blissfulparker · 5 years

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Sunday’s→peter p.

Parings—peter Parker x reader

Summary—where you and peter both make a promise to spend the day together making sure nothing gets in between it.

Warnings—tooth rotting fluff

A/n— this is for @fairytaleparker and @neverlandparker ‘s writing challenge with the prompt from tangled “I promise. And when I promise something i never break that promise. Ever.”

Sunday mornings, Sunday mornings were meant for you and peter. The soft sun glaring though the windows as the busy people of New York started their day but for the two drained college students, this was the day of rest.

Peter never got sleep anymore, patrol took over his life. He was up at 5:30am and back down at around 1am. There was never a glimpse of long hours of sleep in peters life except when he got more than five hours it was in the comfort of your arms.

You had been busy on your own, college draining your life and work was excruciating. All you ever wanted to do was sleep and you never found yourself in your boyfriends arms anymore, you found yourself wrapped up in his sweatshirts and holding onto his pillow only imagining it was him in your arms.

An iPhone alarm, that’s the sound that made Peters head hurt even before he woke up. The sound of the ringing reminded him of his responsibilities and how much he could only imagine what a day off would look like. You stretch your body feeling his right next to yours and press your alarm button as what you thought was quick enough to keep him asleep.

“Got work babe?” He grumbled into your back as more of a complaint than a question. His lips press gently against the soft cotton shirt you wore and you shook your head.

“No, must’ve missed that alarm.” You mumble into the white pillow as you nearly drift off to sleep again.

“Got anything to do today?” He asked before he gave himself too much hope, hope of which you would stay with him all day.

“No, I promised you the day remember?” You let your hand trail down and find his that his snakes around your waist and gently touching the soft of your stomach.

“I know but...there’s always something that comes up.” He sounded disappointed. This did always happen though, not only with you, but with him. You would start your day praying no one would bother you but it’d take one email from a professor or one phone call from work to completely ruin your idea.

With peter it was the city, the news ran all day in your tiny apartment and when something nearby was happening peter would be quick on his feet. Or there would be an assignment that was on the verge of being overdue and peter scrambled to make it good before he turned it in. Or maybe it was even the simple fact of a test on Monday, a test he needed to study for or a test you needed to study for and your small cramped apartment was no fit for a study space. Especially knowing that each other was a distraction.

“i promise. and when i promise something, i never, ever break that promise. ever.“ you turn to him and see his pouty sleepy face, a face that you wanted to kiss all day and cuddle all night. A face that would always make you say ‘yes’ to being five minutes late and a face that always helped cheer you up.

Although peter tended to break his promises a lot, you never truly did. When peter promised something, Spider-Man came up. That was the absolute worse, when you’d be in the middle a date and peter would get a sense and have to leave.

Often times you would argue. Argue about his double life and how much it affected your relationship. Although the two of you would always get over it and move on.

“Peter can you just tell me you’re safe?” You’d scream running your fingers though your hair and rubbing your temples. “All I wanna know is if you’re safe. What if you didn’t—“ your eyes would well up with tears and peter would quickly run over to you and hold your face.

“Hey, hey, don’t say that. I’ll always come home. I promise.” His own eyes carried tears because he thought about it too, what if he didn’t come home? Something unpredictable would happen and he never made it home?

“Promise?” You look up and he nods

“I promise. And when I promise something I never, ever break that promise. Ever.”

His words stayed crystal clear in your mind and now you repeated them to him in bed.

You two lay there wrapped in each other’s arms when peter gets an alert on his phone. A small notification from the daily news broadcasted a robbery down the street at the nearby grocery store.

“Peter...” you start as you could already see him contemplating if he should go or not.

“No, I promised the day to you. Remember?” He reminded you and you nodded and he ran his fingers through his curls. They were always fluffy and soft in the morning and you loved that.

You stretch before climbing on top of him just to admire him. You sat up on his lap and he just let his hands sit at your waist.

“Promise me that when you’re out there you’re thinking of everything you have at home? And that’s not only me, that’s ned, MJ, Betty, May, everyone.” You let your hand rest on his face and he moves to press a soft kiss in the palm.

“I always do.” He whispers and you lean down to press a soft kiss on his lips.

“Good.” You mumble after the kiss. “Because i can’t imagine my life without you.” You hum to him and he lets his hands roam higher up your back and he pulls you down into his chest.

“I can’t imagine my life without you either, I mean...who’s gonna tell me to clean my dishes?” He teases and you chuckle into his chest as you let your hands trail down the exposed abdomen.

“I guess without me you’d just live in filth.” You tease and his hands rest on your lower back feeling the soft skin.

“Hey,” he lifts his head up and then flips you around. “I’m clean.” He pouts now on top of you.

“No, you are far from clean.” You let your hand rest on his shoulder. He looks down at your hand and then falls into your chest and just lays there.

“Think I wanna Marry You.” He hums against your chest and you grow a soft smile.

“Yeah?” You look down and he heard the sound of your heart get a little faster, he heard it skip a beat and he heard the sound of your breath hitching in your throat.

“Yeah.” He nods letting his hands find yours and intwining his fingers.

This is what Sundays were made for, you and your boy curled up in bed too focused on each other rather than listening to the world outside.

Sunday’s were for you and peter.

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shakespeareanqueer · 4 years

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Oh My Gd They Were Roommates (One-Shot) (Omegaverse)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky and Sam are moving in with Sharon and her CIA coworker

Word Count: 1,991 words

My Masterlist

Contents: Omegaverse. Endgame spoilers. Fluff.

A/N: This is my entry for @fairytaleparker‘s and @neverlandparker‘s Disney Writing Challenge! Thanks for letting me participate, Tess and Claire! Congrats on your milestones and Happy New Years!

My prompt was the quote “I have just met you and I love you.” from Up!

(Image not meant as a face-claim; this is f!reader insert)

Photo by Benjamin Combs on Unsplash

“In all seriousness, man, I’m not just sayin’ this ‘cause she’s cute and you need to get laid.”

Bucky had been avoiding Sam because this exact thing was all he could talk about, but the birdbrain had him cornered since they were both moving a couch up four flights of stairs. The longer Sam talked, though, the more Bucky was tempted to just drop the couch on him.

“I really think y’all would get along. She has the same sort of dry sense of humor you got goin’ on. And did I tell you she can do all sorts of fancy tricks with knives? At lunch as a ‘nervous habit’ she said, she just starts twirling the fucking steak knife.”

Sam was talking about Sharon Carter’s roommate and coworker at the CIA, soon to be their roommate as well, with whom he was trying to set Bucky up. But their new upcoming living arrangement is part of the reason Bucky wasn’t really all that into considering this.

Post-… everything—coming back to life after five years, losing Steve after barely having gotten him back, leaving Wakanda for the first time in three years—Bucky was feeling too overwhelmed to get into a relationship right now. And he didn’t think he was the type of person who could do casual sex, especially with someone in such close proximity.

Bucky had also made a commitment to himself when he got out of cryo that he wouldn’t subject anyone to his baggage if it wasn’t going to be forever. So he was going to wait however long it took to find his True Mate.

He wasn’t sure how he would know it was his True Mate. Everyone he knew who had met theirs, all the lore and the romance novels, said it was just this immediate connection, this sudden, irrefutable knowledge deep in your soul, but the fuck does that mean?? He wouldn’t focus too hard on it. He wasn’t even sure he had a True Mate. If they would be in this century or if he’d missed his chance. And if he never found them, he would be disappointed but not surprised. He couldn’t be angry at the universe when he didn’t really think he deserved that kind of happiness anyway.

But Sam did. Despite all his professed hatred of the super-soldier and all the pestering he did of him, Sam wanted him to find peace and purpose, and he thought a romantic connection might be one way to accomplish that. Getting laid once in a while to relieve some tension couldn’t hurt either in his opinion.

Anyways, since so much had changed since the blip, Sam and Bucky were in need of a new living situation. When Sam mentioned this to Sharon one day, she suggested moving in with her. One of her roommates was moving, having gotten assigned to the Galapagos by the CIA on some classified project she wasn’t allowed to know about, leaving their bedroom, plus the spare room/study open in her relatively spacious apartment. Bucky left all the logistics up to Sam, just signing where he needed to, so he hadn’t yet met the fourth roommate, and he hadn’t seen Sharon since before Germany.

“We already know she likes you.” Was Sam still going on about this? Two more flights with this damn couch and Sam is carrying the bottom; he really is pushing his luck. “Sharon said she works in legal at CIA, on the team that worked for years during the blip to get us officially exonerated, the only one who stayed on the project through the whole way.” None of this was information Sam hadn’t already relayed to Bucky, but he thought maybe if it was fresh in his mind when he saw how cute she was, it might help. Worth a shot anyway. “Her focus on the case was you, arguing that it was all Hydra’s fault and you’re innocent and all that.”

“Yeah, Sam, I know!” Bucky finally snapped, nearly at the door.

“Oof, maybe lose the attitude before greeting her, grumpy pants,” Sam retorted, but didn’t push the issue further.

Once inside, Bucky very nearly dropped the couch on Sam’s foot anyway. Something smelled… something smelled absolutely heavenly. Everything else flew from Bucky’s mind except this: they’re here. His True Mate. They were in the apartment, somewhere.

It couldn’t be Sharon. Bucky had already met Sharon and there hadn’t been this type of connection.

Sam noticed Bucky’s change of demeanor, his tensed muscles and dilated eyes. “You all right, man?”

In a daze, Bucky placed his side of the couch down on the ground right in the doorway.

“Hey!” Sam protested, forced to lower his side as well where it was blocking the door from closing.

Sniffing the air, Bucky zipped around the apartment until he found the source of the aroma. Lying on the existing couch, the ratty couch they were meant to be replacing, was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, sound asleep. A smile curled on your lips when Bucky’s scent hit your nose, but you didn’t awaken.

Bucky knelt by your head, staring at you in awe. As if on autopilot, he reached out to pet your hair. Your eyes flitted open, the smile still etched across your face. “Alpha,” you purred.

His heart leapt into his throat at the sound of your voice so sweetly uttering his title. “Omega. You feel it too?”

You nodded sleepily and reached out to cup his chin with your hand, scratching his stubble lightly, causing a purr to rumble from the back of his throat.

“Come snuggle, alpha,” you requested, and without any hesitation he complied. He practically leapt onto the couch behind you, cradling you in his arms and nuzzling his cheek into the top of your hair. You pressed your nose into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, right where his calming scent was strongest, and drifted back into contented sleep.

“Sam? Bucky? Is that you?” Sharon came out of the bathroom, toweling off her hair. The new couch was still stuck in the doorway, and Sam was watching the old couch with his jaw hanging open. From where she was standing, Sharon couldn’t see who was on it or what was happening. “What’s going on? Where’s Bucky?”

When she got close enough, she saw him. He’d also fallen asleep, faster and more easily than he had in seventy years. Seeing you, her roommate and best friend, pressed up against the super-soldier’s burly chest threw Sharon for a roller-coaster-sized loop. “I didn’t know she and Barnes knew each other?”

Sam shook his head, still dazed with disbelief. “They didn’t.” He threw up his hands and turned back to the new couch, letting Sharon help him pull it out of the doorway at least. “I’ll never understand alphas and omegas.”

Sam himself was a beta, if that wasn’t obvious enough. Sharon also. She agreed with Sam’s sentiment, but smiled. She thought you deserved the world, as did Bucky, and you and he were perfect for each other. She had been encouraging you to give Bucky a shot, but you said something about, ‘roommate booty’ being ‘dangerous booty,’ and refused to even consider the notion.

Ah how biology, or perhaps more accurately chemistry, can change even the most stubborn of minds and hearts.

“There’s still a truck load of boxes and shit downstairs needs hauling up,” said Sam with his hands on his hips, turning his attention back to the cuddling couple with annoyance writ on his features.

Sharon tugged on his arm. “Let them sleep. She’s been having trouble sleeping. Ironically she was nervous about having an alpha move in so close to her heat.”

Sam sighed. “Yeah, and he’s been plagued with nightmares. I guess we can handle it ourselves.” The two agents began the descent down the four flights of stairs back to the moving truck.

By the time you and Bucky stirred a few hours later, almost everything had been lugged up. It was all pooled in the living room, some even spilling into the hallway. Not a single thing was put away, but returning the rented truck before the end of the day was the priority.

Bucky woke up first, but made no effort to move you. He just stroked your arm gently with the tips of his fingers and watched you, in awe of how beautiful and peaceful you looked. He couldn’t believe his luck, that his soul was paired with such an exquisite creature. When you awoke with a contented sigh, he pushed a lock of hair behind your ear and kissed the top of your head.

“Good morning, Omega,” he cooed. “Or should I say, good evening.”

“Hmmmmmm, good evening, alpha.” He didn’t think he’d ever get used to hearing you say his title, and the swell of pride it brought to his chest. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

He chuckled. “I know. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t know my new roommate’s name the day of move in?”

“Good point.” You stretched your legs and entangled them with his. Then you pulled your head back just far enough to look into his gorgeous gray-blue eyes, which were looking down on you with so much adoration you could melt.

When you met his eyes, his heart nearly burst out of his chest. He was overwhelmed by his strength of feeling and couldn’t hold it back any longer. He just had to admit, “I love you.”

You giggled, and he thought it was the sweetest sound in the whole universe.

“I have just met you,” you said.

His heart sank a little. He chastised himself for his forwardness; it was silly of him to presume that even if you felt the True Mate connection, you would be as willing and enthusiastic as he to embrace the design of the universe and go all in.

“And I love you.”

His heart lifted once more, and he rose up to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. The moment your lips met, it felt like everything in the universe was aligning, that nothing would ever go wrong again.

“I suppose we won’t be needing to turn the study into a fourth bedroom,” Sharon postulated, leaning against the doorframe with the last and lightest box. “But we may need to trade out two smaller beds for one bigger one.”

Sam raided the fridge for a bottle of water, sweating from the exertion of twice as much work as he was expecting. “Y’all gonna at least help us move these into the rooms they go in, or you gonna just keep cuddling?”

“Mmmmm, I think we’ll keep cuddling, thank you,” you chirped, nestling closer to Bucky’s chest and smirking.

“As my omega wishes,” Bucky responded, and you knew you hit the jackpot with an alpha who didn’t boss you around but protected you and respected your authority in the relationship.

Sam sighed over-dramatically, and in perfect unison you and Bucky both flipped him the bird over the back of the couch, before entwining hands and laying them on the alpha’s broad chest.

Sharon and Sam shared a smile, both beaming with pride. They had called it, after all.

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hollandsosterfield-blog · 5 years

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spoiler man - t.h.

pairing: tom holland x reader

warning: some swearing

prompts: “If you spoil that movie, we’re done.“

summary: you're excited to watch the new avengers movie but Tom doesn't seem to be able to keep his mouth shut.

words count: 688

a/n: this is for @petersshirts‘s 2k writing challenge

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It was no secret that Tom was bad at keeping secrets, really bad at that. So when Avengers: Endgame was about to come out, you were not only worried about seeing spoilers online, but also of the possibility of Tom accidentally letting out a spoiler. That's why you avoided talking about it with him, but the closer you got to the film's release, the more difficult it was to avoid the subject.

"Hey babe," Tom said entering the kitchen, looking down at his phone. "I bought us tickets to see endgame tomorrow." He kissed your head before going to sit on a stool in front of you. "I can't wait for you to watch this movie, it's gonna be amazing!"

You nodded, chewing your cereales and looked away, hoping he would change the subject.

He furrowed his brows, "I thought you would be more happy."

You swallowed your cereales, "I am!"

"Then why are you not talking about it with me?" He asked, pouting.

"Tom...you worked on this movie and you're not really good at keeping secrets,"

He puffed "no...that's not true...I don't know what you're talking about." He feigned innocence.

"You spoiled me infinity war!" You said a little too loud.

"It was...a accident. I promise I didn't do it on purpose." He put up in hands in surrender. "I apologized a lot of time, sorry again, love?" He faked a smile.

"You spoiled me infinity war!" You said a little too loud.

"It was...a accident. I promise I didn't do it on purpose." He put up his hands in surrender. "I apologized a lot of time, sorry again, love?" He faked a smile.

You shrugged, "yeah well, you're lucky that I love you because otherwise, knowing that the traitor was living with me, I would have kicked you out." You narrowed your eyes. "but with endgame, if you spoil that movie, we’re done." You said threatening him with your spoon.

He had to restrain himself from laughing and lowered your hand, "okay darling, I promise, no spoilers." He kissed both your hands. "Did you still loves me?"

"You already know the answer," You mumbled, which makes him grin.

The next evening, you went to the cinema, you bought a big bucket of popcorn and drinks. You were waiting in lines when fans approached Tom after recognizing him even though he was wearing a hoodie to try to go unnoticed. He took some pictures and signed autographs.

"Why aren't you at the premiere in los angeles?" a fan asked.

He scratched the back of his head, laughing. "I had to reshoot some scenes for another movie, but well I hope you'll enjoy the movie, guys." He gave the fans a thumbs-up before taking your hand in his and entering the movie theater room.

You went to sit up at the top. The movie began a few minutes later. You have been silent for a good part of the movie, only a few laughs and a few tears during some passages. Thanks god, Tom didn't had the chance to read the whole script.

Tom gripped your hand and whispered in your ear, "oh my god, it's almost my scenes."

"shh, shh," you said slapping his torso with the back of your hand. "shut up!"

"okay, okay, I won't talk anymore," He replied softly.

Obviously he lied, he tried to talk again during some scenes, you had to put your hand over his mouth, or putting some popcorn in it, trying to stop him from talking.

At the end of the movie, you were a sobbing mess. You went into the toilet to pee. You were still crying when you washed your hands and left the bathroom.

Tom was waiting for you, he held open his arms and you collapsed on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you. "This movie destroyed me, maybe you should have spoiled me after all, so I could have been mentally prepared for it." You admitted, sniffing.

He laughed stroking your back, "I will repeat to you what you just said next time you said that I can't keep spoilers to myself," he kissed your forehead.

After leaving the cinema, Tom bought you your favorite ice cream and it helped you feel a little better.

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