#peter parker x hanahaki!reader

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Things That Look Like Nothing | p.b.p.

Pairing: college!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Synopsys: As if getting caught up into the cliché trap of falling in love with your best friend and having to watch as he falls for someone else wasn’t enough, the universe has decided to take a step further in punishing you, turning your existence in a not-so-figurative life or death situation. Your closest confident is now the reason behind your pain, your anchor the very thing that’s dragging you down...

Word Count: 5.960k

Warnings: English not being my first language, angst, hanahaki disease, so unrequited love and blood, a bit of fluff, a hint of smut... the usual you should expect from me I guess~

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A/n: ... after the absolute filthiness of my last vampire!Tom blurb, I needed something to cleanse my soul, so here is an angsty Peter fic with my attempt at Hanahaki!au (aka watch me writing anything but Unscripted because I emotionally scarred myself with it well done Lia well done)~ hope you enjoy it 💜

“Peter?”

You blinked repeatedly, as if you couldn’t believe your own eyes.

The sight of your best friend perched on the windowsill of your college dorm, without his suit, taking the foolish risk of being seen and discovered, was something you were convinced you would never get to see again.

Peter waved awkwardly, his big puppy eyes betraying a certain insecurity, something he was certain he’d never get to experience when talking to you. You were his safe harbour, the person whose presence he felt comfortable enough with to let all his masks dissolve.

He could let go of Spider-Man, of the orphan, of the young man who carried so much onto his shoulders, of the brave, cheerful façade he sometimes forced himself to put on not to worry his aunt and friends… until all that was left was Peter Parker sound asleep in your arms.

Now though, that same Peter Parker was scared. Scared that you would turn your back to him just like you had stopped talking to him all at once, through a dry text on how you needed to spend some time alone, isolated from everything and everyone.

He had jokingly pointed out that it would’ve been kinda hard while bouncing between classes and your part-time job. No answer had come from you.

So, after an entire week of complete radio silence from your part, Peter had decided to take matters into his own hands.

“Mind if I come in?”, he finally found the courage to ask.

You knew you should’ve told him to go away, that now that he was trying to get a girlfriend, sneaking into your room at night wasn’t exactly the best way to proceed about it, but your stupid body unconsciously betrayed you, stepping aside and nodding like you had done so many times before, effectively inviting him inside.

Force of habit, you told yourself, and you were also doing it to protect his secret identity. Wallowing in that stupid lie was way more reassuring and less scary than admitting that Peter’s absence affected you as if a vital organ had been brutally ripped away from under your flesh.

Not that you really needed to admit that, to be honest, considering that you were not so metaphorically dying because of unrequited love… but still, it was one last stubborn fight to preserve what little was left of your dignity.

“W-what are you doing here?”, you babbled, unable to keep your hands from fidgeting and already starting to feel a strange movement in your chest, the threatening, delicate caress of a soft petal unfolding in your left lung. Right next to your heart, how pathetically cliché.

“Just checking on my best friend.” Peter deadpanned, allowing his gaze to wander around your room, looking for any sign that could tell him what was going on with you. But it all looked the same and his spider sense kept buzzing in the back of his mind without any alteration, a white noise he had reluctantly gotten used to it when it came to you.

“Who’s been avoiding me for some reason”, he added when his eyes landed on the picture frame lying face down on your desk.

“I haven’t”, you objected weakly, caught in your lie like a deer in headlights.

His lips pressed into a hard line, in a frown that tasted likr both anger and pain, and he took a step closer, picking the frame up to examine it. He didn’t really need any other clue, but your bright, smiley childish faces staring back at him felt like a stab through his heart.

It was the first pic the two of you had taken together, something you had always described as your most prized possession. And now you didn’t want to see it, just like you didn’t want to see him.

“You have”, Peter insisted, starting to feel tears burning in his throat. He clenched his jaw, trying to hold them back and – before he could break it – put the pic back in its place.

“Fine, I can’t stand you. Happy now?”, you scoffed, hoping this coldness could pacify the sensation in your chest. In a desperate attempt to save yourself that wouldn’t involve a surgery and a definitive memory loss. You wanted to trick the invisible monster, so that it would eventually lead your heart to believe that there was not an ounce of love left in you that could be given to your best friend.

Better to keep him in your life shielded behind a veil of denial and poorly fabricated indifference, than to lose him to darkness forever.

Of course, it didn’t work in the slightest: you simply couldn’t lie to yourself. And that love was no longer yours to give: it belonged to Peter and Peter alone, whether he wanted it or not.

Clearly not amused by your joke, Peter turned around, actually taking you in for the first time after so many days. And it felt like a punch in his gut.

You shrunk under his incandescent gaze, crossing your arms over your chest. “What?”, you spat defensively.

“You look…”, he trailed off, at complete loss for words.

“Like shit, you can say it.”

And felt like it, too. Isolating yourself and being away from him had turned out to be useless because, even while basically having entered your Rapunzel era, Peter was still all you could think about.

Even now that he was standing in the middle of your tiny bedroom, physically within reach yet miles away from you, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe his presence there was wrong, that that wasn’t where he was supposed to be.

Which didn’t exactly help with the whole Hanahaki situation going on.

“… annihilated.”

“That’s a big word, did MJ teach you that?”, you sneered, trying to move past him to go and sit on your bed. Your legs were starting to feel like jelly, you couldn’t collapse right in front of him or you wouldn’t have heard the end of it.

“Don’t change the subject”, Peter hissed, grabbing your elbow, not harshly enough to hurt you, but firmly enough to stop you and keep you in place. “You’re sick.”

You froze, the sudden proximity and contact spreading fire under your skin and at the same time constricting your lungs. “It’s nothing”, you forced out as naturally as you could.

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me”, he pointed out, an unusual and new scent of flowers coming from your body not going unnoticed by him. He couldn’t explain it to himself: it wasn’t bad, but it didn't smell like any of the perfumes you would use on a daily basis… and yet, it was so… you.

“You’d be surprised how many things can look like nothing”, you instinctively retorted, pulling your arm from his grip, and you had to bite your tongue not to add a couple more words that you were aware would’ve ruined everything beyond repair.

To you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, Peter inquired, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Dunno”, you shrugged, dismissing the whole thing. “It sounded like a cool thing to say.”

“y/n…”, he sighed tiredly, trying to resonate with you. “What is going on?”

No response came from you and he gulped when he heard your heartbeat slow down almost imperceptibly. Almost, because Peter had made that rhythm his own, and he had come to know it like the back of his hand. He had regulated his life onto it, his peace nestled in those brief little fragments of seconds inside your ribcage.

“I missed you…”, he confessed. “I miss my y/n.” And he missed the way your heart spoke to him, that sweet, comforting sound that never failed to let him know that everything was okay. But now it spoke a foreign language, so alien that he couldn’t even try to learn it, let alone comprehend it.

“I missed you, too”, you admitted in a thin voice.

“Then why are you avoiding me? What happened?”

“Nothing, Peter”, you repeated softly, with a light shake of your head, letting your lips indulge on the beloved syllables of his name. “I promise it’s nothing.”

“Stop lying to me!”, Peter yelled, the unexpected change in his tone making you jump in surprise. Not in fear. Never in fear.

He immediately regretted raising his voice – and especially raising it at you – but he was mad, worried, and hurt, and your lack of answer did nothing to ease his feelings. If anything, it drove him even madder.

What he had told you was the truth: he did miss you. He missed you like air, he understood he had done something wrong, and he wanted to make it better, he wanted you to feel better… but you weren’t giving him the chance to do that – whatever that was.

For fuck’s sake, he would’ve given you a litre of his own blood, had you told him it was the solution you needed, but you were denying yourself to be helped… and he couldn’t have it that way. He wouldn’t.

“I’m sorry”, he added quickly, reaching out for your hands and taking them in his. He winced at how cold they were.

You let him do that, not putting up any resistance when he took another step in your direction. You just wanted him to hold you tight and never let go of you, was it too much to ask?

Apparently it was, because your name wasn’t MJ Watson.

“It’s okay”, you breathed out, and your voice was so thin that, hadn’t it been for his enhanced hearing, your best friend wouldn’t have heard it.

God every part of you was beginning to hurt so much from his proximity… but it was so nice to have him that close and touching you so tenderly… you would’ve gladly prolonged that pain for eternity. You would’ve died for it.

You realised how stupid you had been to avoid him, all the time you could’ve spent next to him was now lost forever and it was a blasphemy of the worst kind.

Peter placed your palms onto his chest and kept them there in hope his super-human warmth would bring you any comfort, then let go of them and cupped your cheeks, gently tilting your face up so that you would look at him.

He saw your eyes glistening with tears, and it tore him apart to notice how similar they looked to when they were filled with joy. It dawned upon him now, how sad your happiness truly was, like something obscure wouldn’t allow you to experience anything good ever again.

He couldn’t exactly pinpoint when, but the light in your smile had gradually begun to fade, consumed by a slow, but inexorable melancholy that was weakening not only your soul, but your body as well.

“You’re… you’re…”, Peter stuttered, then went quiet, his voice failing him. He couldn’t bring himself to vocalise them, but the words loomed above your heads like a menacing dark fog. What he wanted to say was cruelly obvious and the fact that you didn’t deny it did nothing but prove his theory right.

It wasn’t a simple illness… you were dying.

“No…”

The ground crumbled under his feet, the air turning to dust in his lungs. How could you have hidden that from him? How could he have been so blind not to see it?

“No, it can’t be.”

Your figure became blurred in his eyes, getting reduced to a splash of colours that barely resembled you on the other side of a thick barrier of tears. But he was too scared to wipe them away, filled with the horrible suspicion that you would vanish from his sight if he only dared to try.

“L-let me help you”, he begged with a broken voice. “Please, y/n, let me help you.”

“Peter…”

“Please…”

You shook your head, taking a deep breath despite the piercing pain spreading in your torso. “There’s nothing you can do.”

Frustration bubbled up in his stomach at those words, a mess of emotions clashing in his mind and heart. No, he refused to believe it. “Don’t say it.”

“It’s true.”

“Shut up”, Peter hissed, clenching his jaw. How could you be so stubbornly calm and almost resigned about it?

He was your best friend, you were one of the most important people in his life, he cared about you more than he cared about anyone else, more that he cared about himself, he couldn’t imagine his existence without you… there was no way in the World he couldn’t do anything to help you.

“Peter, there’s no point–”

“I said shut up.”

Like there was some kind of specific correlation between what he was doing and showing you that he could do something to help you, Peter yanked you forward, crashing his lips onto yours as your chests collided with an audible thud.

He kissed you with the ferocious passion of a desperate man, his arms wrapping themselves around you like ivy, caging you in a suffocating, yet freeing embrace, his hands exploring the mysteries of a body he had criminally taken for granted for too long.

Your incredulity didn’t have a long life, the pain long forgotten as your fingers got lost in his hair, wearing the soft locks like the most precious jewellery. You kissed him back as if you were engaging in the fight of your life, effortlessly following his lead like you had been created to do just that in your existence.

Never breaking the contact, Peter hastily backed you up towards your small bed and unceremoniously pushed you down onto the mattress, wasting no time in covering your body with his and getting between your thighs, immediately starting to grind his core against yours.

Just as eagerly, you wrapped your legs around his hips and gripped his shoulders pulling him in and breathlessly whimpering his name as soon as your hungry mouths parted, like that could’ve drawn him even closer.

You had dreamed of this moment for so long, you weren’t going to complain, no matter how unexpected all of it was.

“Peter…”

“That’s…” Peter threw his head back, licking his lips, still savouring your taste, an obscenely blissed out expression on his face as his grunts mixed with your soft moans. “That’s the only thing I wanna hear from you.”

The sight was nothing short of divine. Almost as divine as the feeling of knowing that, hadn’t it been for the layers of clothing separating your bodies, he would’ve been making you his, ruining you for anyone else… after all, he had already done that to your heart.

You gasped when, without warning, he grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled, tearing it down the middle, his eyes going round and shining bright when your bare breasts came into view.

“Beautiful…”, he purred in contemplation, letting his thumb circle one of your nipples. The whine that simple touch elicited from you emboldened him and, with a devilish grin, he attached his mouth to your skin.

“Peter!”, you yelped, a hand tangling itself through his soft messy curls and the other one fisting his shirt and yanking the fabric. You needed the damn thing off, you wanted to touch him. Feel him.

“Shh”, he cooed, kissing your sternum as a particularly sharp thrust dragged another moan out of your lips. “I got you, petal”

Petal.

It was just a word, yet it was all it took you to remember how things really were, to understand what was truly going on in that precise moment.

And what was going on was that your best friend – whom you loved more than words could convey – was trying to fuck you and that you were letting him. And what was worse, was that he probably – no, he definitely – just wanted to practice, so that he could be ready for when he would do those things with his true love. MJ.

That was all you had become to him, you painfully realised. What remained of his best friend, was now nothing more than a chance to test himself and his abilities.

“P-Peter…”

Your fingers wrapped themselves around his wrist, barely encircling it, and the original intention was to remove his hand from you, but you only ended up keeping it there, even arching your back to give him better access to your body.

“No.”

Yes.

It was so fucking wrong it almost became right. Almost.

“Stop…”

He didn’t hear you, too absorbed by how amazingly right you felt in his arms, on his lips, against him…

Peter discovered that the more he took from you, the more he wanted to give you. He discovered that he needed to be inside of you, that he longed to have you under him, praising how good he was making you feel, telling him how much you cared about him, repeating his name until it would no longer make sense to his ears.

That night, Peter discovered that he wanted to make love to you. Not MJ, you. His y/nn.

“Stop…”

No, he didn’t just want to make love to you.

He wanted to hold your hand, tickle you so much you would cry-laugh, then kiss those tears away as his lips traced every inch of your face. He wanted to fall asleep with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair as you read for him, he wanted to wake up next to you, whisper cute silly compliments in your ear, he wanted to make you smile and pinch your cheeks.

He wanted to yell to the whole World how lucky he was to have you by his side. And that would’ve meant murmuring in your ear while you were cuddled up against each other, because he wanted you to be his World.

Peter Benjamin Parker discovered that he was in love with you.

“I SAID STOP!”, you screamed with what little remained of your breath, the strangled shattered sound that left your throat dragging him out of that inexplicable delight and turning his blood to ice.

He had heard you this time.

Panic washed over him, the suspect that he might have made you uncomfortable, or worse, hurt you, slithering up his spine and sinking its fangs into the back of his neck, poisoning the ecstasy that had descended upon him. “y/n, what–”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence because you shoved him off of you – more like, he let you – and turned to your side, hunching over yourself as you coughed uncontrollably, blood and petals spilling between the fingers covering your mouth.

Peter smelled it before he saw it, but there was something unusual about it, a note to that scent that shouldn’t have been there.

Hyacinths.

It made no sense, but you were coughing hyacinths.

The dreadful discovery, and all that followed in its wake, hit him like a fucking high-speed train.

No…

What had he done?

When he touched your shoulder, you tried to get away from that bed, from him, and you didn’t know if that was helping you or just hurting you more. It was all pointless, tough, because as soon as your feet touched the floor, you fell like a marionette that’d just got its strings cut off.

“Y/N!!!”

Peter rushed crawled off the bed in a hurry, not giving a damn about his hands touching the bloody sheets, and took you in his arms as he sat on the floor, scorching tears once again clouding his eyes, terror and guilt doing the same to his brain, the spider sense going off like crazy.

You were dying. And now it was because he was killing you.

“Nonononono…”

Red and purple were filling his vision. They were painting your mouth, your throat, your chest, and now his own clothes. But he couldn’t let go of you. He couldn’t let go of his love.

“y/n!”

“Y-your shirt…”, you shivered, coughing more blood and petals “I’m sorr–”

“No, love, no”, Peter shushed you, caressing your face in hope that could bring you some relief. He began to stand up, but you winced at the slightest movement, so he was forced to stop and resume his previous position, cradling you like he was afraid to break you. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, you’re gonna be okay, you hear me? Y-you’re gonna be okay because we have to go on a date.”

He was rambling now, imprisoned in a merciless fight against time, death and all sorts of regrets he never thought he would get up until that moment.

He regretted every single time he looked at you without seeing you and every single time he did see you, but decided not to.

“We have to, get it? A-and we have to because I have to kiss you, because I have to spend the entire time telling you how much I love you, okay? Did you hear that? I love you, I love you, I love you…”

You pressed the side of your face against his chest, trying to focus on the beating of his heart so that it would block everything out. Everything that wasn’t the two of you in that moment.

If that was going to be your end, you wanted it to be with Peter.

“I love you, too”, you exhaled, as all your strength slowly started to abandon you. So that was it, then. Only a few instants of love for a life spent wishing it from afar. But that love came from Peter, your Peter, and that made it worth it.

You looked up and a pained smile appeared on your lips as Peter cupped your cheek. You reached out to push his hair out of his face, only sparing the rebel lock you adored so much.

Peter sniffed, crying uncontrollably, the tiny little drops falling onto your skin, mixing with your own.

“I’d love to go on that date.”

“W-we will…”

You were about to nod when your body stiffened all at once, then went inert in his arms, your hand falling limp by your side as you fell into the dark.

“y/n!!!”

Waking up felt like a fist colliding with your chest, forcing air back into your lungs as a striking white light blinded you. Out of pure instinct, you threw an arm over your eyes to protect them.

“Oh, you’re awake”, someone stated, causing you to look to your left and raise your arm, focusing on the silhouette of a female figure. A doctor was standing next to your bed, hands tucked in the pockets of her immaculate coat and an indecipherable expression on her face. “How are you feeling?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but then you realised what you were about to say. Good. You were feeling good.

More puzzled than ever, you pushed yourself up on your elbows until you were in a sitting position, the fatigue and ache you were expecting to feel while doing so, were nowhere to be found in that hospital room.

You pressed a hand against your sternum and felt nothing but a regular, perfectly healthy pulse. “W-what happened?”, you wondered, looking back at the doctor, who was still observing you in silence.

“Hanahaki disease”, the woman explained, not that you really needed to know. “And in a pretty advanced stage, too, judging by the quantity of blood and fully grown flowers”, she added. “But don’t worry: you’re good now, everything’s okay.”

Judging from her face, maybe she was expecting some sort of reaction, but you just stared at her in complete silence, pure confusion written all over your features.

“Spider-Man found you and brought you here.”

Your jaw dropped, your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline and your confusion transitioning to disbelief. “He has… are you serious?”

So that meant everything that happened wasn’t just a dream…

The doctor nodded, looking a bit perplexed by your question. That didn’t last long, though. “You must’ve scared the life out of him”, she went on, smiling to herself as she got lost in the memory of meeting a superhero. Not the most professional behaviour to adopt with a patient who had just dodged death lying right there… but you couldn’t really blame her, after all.

“I’ve spent like half an hour reassuring him that you were fine”, she recalled, tucking her hair behind her ear, and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.

But as it usually happened, your little brain needed to be triggered by words and that was exactly how things went, making you come to the realisation that all that talk about Peter bringing you to the hospital had taken your attention away from a quite important topic.

In all fairness, you weren’t always this slow – your constant anxiety and overthinking wouldn’t allow it –, but you had nearly died: you figured you could cut yourself some slack for needing a bit more time to put two and two together.

At first the doctor had told you that you were good, now that you were fine. Subtle variations to communicate the same message.

“But to be honest, I understand where he came from: you were covered in blood… one of the interns actually fainted as soon as he saw you. We all thought there was nothing that could be done to–”

“Wait, what did you just say?”, you interrupted her, and that startled her a little. Maybe you were coming off as rude, too, but you didn’t really have time to worry about that.

“That you made an intern faint?”, she repeated, arching an eyebrow. “It was his first round, poor guy–”

“No, the ‘me being fine’ part”, you specified, cutting her off again. It was urgent, manners could wait. “What do you mean?”

“You healed”, the doctor said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. “You’re safe now.”

You were not quite sure why she would feel the need to repeat it, and the suspect that she probably thought your confusion was nothing but mere dumbness did cross your mind, but you chose not to question it.

“In fact, you were already safe when you got here. All we had to do was remove the last flowers you couldn’t spit out when you fainted.”

Your jaw dropped dramatically, your eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, the loudest “What?” blocked in your throat, between your vocal cords, without a chance of getting out.

When it became clear that you wouldn’t be able to emit another sound, your gaze fell into your lap, focusing entirely on your folded hands, on the skin you had relentlessly tormented during those last three months and a half. It was a habit you had made yours really quickly, the cuts and scratches on your fingers requiring the excuse of a new cooking course to cover their origin.

Peter had been the hardest to convince, and part of you wanted to believe that it was because of some sort of special connection the two of you shared, a bond that made it impossible for one to lie to the other, or some hopelessly romantic shit like that.

And as you stared at what you had done to yourself in the name of your unrequited love for him you couldn’t force things to make sense for the life of you.

The previous doctor you had talked to had been clear about it, stating that you had only two options to save yourself: an extremely dangerous surgery with very little chance of success, or doing your best to fall out of love with Peter.

But you still remembered Peter. You still loved him… and yet somehow you were no longer ill. So how…

“I feel like I gave you too much information altogether…”, the doctor commented, giving you a weird look you didn’t even notice. “I’m gonna leave you now, so you can rest a bit more, okay? You’re still weak.”

With that, she left the room, without bothering to wait for an answer that wasn’t going to come anyway.

You didn’t move a muscle, staring into the void with your head hung low, the terrifying, sublime sensation of something both worse and better than despair weighting on your shoulders. It was the faintest spark of hope, and you would’ve gladly let it flare up and burn you to the ground.

A little noise dragged you out of your thoughts, and it took you nothing to recognize it: it was the sound of scratching on glass, and that could only mean one thing.

You turned towards the window, finding Spider-Man cautiously peaking his head in. “Peter?”, you exhaled, releasing a breath you had no idea you were holding.

“Uhm… hey…” You could perceive the insecurity in his voice, and even with his face being completely covered, you just knew that a soft baby pink was dusting his cheeks and ears. “I know it’s past visit-time, but… mind if I come in?”

For a few seconds, seeing him there, hearing him asking you that brought you back to your room, with flowers growing in your lungs, a shirt he hadn’t torn, lips he hadn’t claimed and a body he hadn’t touched nor tried to make his. A love he hadn’t poured on you.

“Y-yes…”

Peter carefully stepped inside the room, shutting the window behind him and taking off his mask – him being so comfortable doing it had to have something to do with Karen hacking the security cameras, you were more than positive about that.

“H-hey”, he waved nervously, taking a look around, the thought of you having to stay there on your own making him uncomfortable. Yes, he knew you were no longer in danger, but how could they leave you alone like that after what just happened?

“Hey.”

“Uhm…” He scratched the nape of his neck, chewing on his lips. “I wanted to bring you flowers”, he finally managed to say something coherent, immediately cursing himself for it. “B-but then I thought… you know…”

“It’s okay.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes”, you confirmed, patting the mattress and scooting over a bit in a silent invitation. “They say I’m good now.”

“And what do you say?”, Peter insisted, sitting right next to you, maybe closer than needed. “Are you feeling good?”

You nodded, letting him take your hands in his, your past lies blatantly clear in every small wound his eyes were able to find. Guilt washed over him as he gently brushed his fingertips over them, wishing he could kiss the pain away, wishing that you would let him.

“I should’ve known”, he muttered.

“I’m a better liar than you think”, you joked, lightly bumping your forehead against his, causing him to let out a bitter chuckle. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“You’re sorry?”, Peter echoed you in shock, barely dropping your hands. “You are apologising to me?”

“… for scaring you”, you repeated quietly, hanging your head low. “And lying to you.”

“You’re…” Frustrated and at loss for words, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Come here, you idiot” , he said then, opening his arms in resignation.

The simple gesture felt like a miraculous ointment on your soul and you let yourself fall into his tight embrace, nostalgia washing over you like a tsunami. Hiding your face into the crook of his neck, you inhaled the fresh scent of his soap, discovering that even the coarse material of his suit rubbing onto your cheek and irritating your skin was something that you had deeply missed.

“You’re incredible, I swear”, Peter broke the silence, caressing your back in an improvised massage. “You’re lucky that I’m in love with you, or I would swing out of this room right after a sentence like that.”

You tensed up and he perceived that, but he didn’t let go of you.

“I don’t love MJ.”

“What?”, you hummed, keeping your face buried in his chest. It seemed so real, but you weren’t sure you could actually believe it. It would mean having to be vulnerable, coming out of your emotional trenches end exposing yourself to the wonderfully frightening possibility of being worthy of love.

Of Peter Parker’s love.

“I do not love her. I thought I did. I don’t.” He was speaking about it so calmly, like she truly represented nothing but a simple friend in his eyes.

It sounded to good to be true.

“Peter, you’re just saying this because–”

“Oh no, don’t you dare”, Peter stopped you with the most adorable pout. This time, it was him who squeezed your shoulders and pushed you back just enough to look into your eyes, forcing you to listen to him.

“I love you”, he declared firmly, leaving no space for misinterpretation.

Part of you wanted to look away in shame, but you didn’t. Appealing to all your courage, you held his golden-brown gaze, the mesmerizing warmth hitting you like it was the first time. Could you accept that light in your life?

“I've been an idiot not to realise it sooner”, Peter reprimanded his stupid past self. “And I know I showed it in a terrible way – probably the worst way possible –, a-and I hate that I almost had to lose you to understand it, but, I love you. I’m in love with you. You and only you, y/n.”

His eyebrows knit together, determination dripping from his tone. “And I don’t care what you say, I’m gonna repeat it to exhaustion if that’s what it takes to get it in that head of yours.”

He chocked on his own breath, his heart skipping a beat at the thought of you considering him an asshole. “Wait, no, I do care about what you have to say”, he tried to clarify. “Please do tell me what you have to say, that was just me being dramatic, please don’t think I don’t care, because I do, I care so much–”

“Peter.” You calling his name, combined with your fingertips touching his lips, effectively silenced him, and the poor guy stared back at you like a lost puppy, waiting for your verdict.

His hands descended onto your waist, toying with the hem of your shirt. You melted into his touch, dragging the pads your fingers along his chapped bottom lip. He mindlessly kissed them, making warmth spread along your cheeks and ears.

“… if it’s not you saying that you love me, I don’t wanna hear it.”

It took Peter a while to fully process what you just told him, the rejection he was expecting only worsening his discomfort, but when he did… oh Lord, his smile would’ve put the sun to shame.

There was nothing more beautiful in the whole universe than Peter’s joy, a mesmerizing spectacle you were incredibly grateful to be witnessing. It was like welcoming an entire sunrise in your being, a thousand little sparks blooming inside of your chest. What was once filled with deadly petals carrying your sorrow, was now blessed with the light of his love.

And there was no need to accept that light: it was already filling your heart and you had no intention of letting it go.

“Not even if it’s me saying how much I love you?”, he teased you, his breath tickling your fingertips, the hypnotizing movement of his mouth when those three last words left it a sight that would forever be engraved in your memory.

You pretended to ponder it. “I guess we can make an exception.”

Usually, words tended to lose their meaning when pronounced one too many times. But that didn’t happen to Peter Parker.

Because there could never be one too many times when the topic was his love for you.

A/n: Thank you so much for reading this! Let me know what you think, if you feel like it, I’d love to hear your thoughts 💜

Taglist: @thollandsdarling @hunnybunimdun @namoreno @nocturnalms @vendettaparker @wildxwidow @mn-jun @thisisparadisemylove @belovedholland @blankspaceblankday @inthegetawaycarwithtaylah @mrparkerwillseeyounow @indouloureux @hemlockhearts @obsessed-with-a-fictional-man @melodicheauxxo @seolaseoul @peteprker @peetahpahkah @marajillana @yeetzel @brooklynscherry-z @liltimmys @jahayla-parker @moniffazictress11 @spideysbae @vibesdontlie @raajali3 @lnmp89 @sherlockstrangewolf

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[parkerpeter24]

bloody love . teaser

hanahaki!au

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

summary ➳ who said love couldn’t kill?

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

“i’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked.

“i’ll see you.” he nodded, starting to walk away, but stopped him in his tracks, as if he’d forgotten something. he made a swift move back to your side, leaning down and catching you by surprise when his lips met your forehead. the touch seemed to linger a moment before he moved back, just enough to look you in the eyes, “i’m sorry i’ve been a shitty friend. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

your entire face was feeling warm with the proximity and all you could do was nod.

peter gave you a smile before rushing off to your window and swinging away from you.

the next day you met peter with a smile, as if nothing was wrong. he returned your smile, wrapping his arms around you.

“it’s awesome to finally have you back!” ned chimed in from behind, causing the brunette to pull away from you, “me and peter were starting to think we’d just have to finish the lego death star without you!”

you chuckled, “there’s no way i would’ve let that happen now is there?”

for a moment everything was starting to feel alright as your two friends helped you catch up on everything that happened for the week you were gone. even flash was acting nice around you for some unknown reason, you thought it was probably because he too– just like peter– thought you were sick.

your happiness was short-lived, though, because as soon as you reached the homeroom, your trio found gwen at the door, “hey, guys!” she smiled and you tried your best to muster half of the one she gave you.

ned pulled you inside, leaving peter with the blonde girl, “come on, let’s let the love birds chat.”

you tried to act normal, ignoring the sting of pain that shot through your chest.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.��� .* :☆ﾟ. ───

taglist | masterlist

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[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

Marvel Masterlist

Hey, hey! Welcome to my Marvel Masterlist!

Here is the link to my Main Masterlist and My Navigation

And my requests currently are CLOSED

And I no longer write for these characters or this fandom for personal reasons (I still enjoy the show, but I just don't read or write fanfics for it anymore)!

Last Updated On: 11|12|23

All Characters (MCU & XMEN)

Ghost of Them (🥀)

MCU

All Characters

Do They Give Good Hugs/How Often Do They Hug You (❤️)

The Avengers Reaction To You Slapping Them (❤️🤷‍♀️)

Morning Sweetheart (🥀)

I Once Asked If It Was Between Me and Him, Who Would You Choose?: Part 1 (🥀)

And They Chose Him: Part 2 (🌹)

I Killed Them (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Bucky Barnes

Embraces (🌹)

I'm Sorry (🌹)

They Forgot, But That's Okay (🌹)

Loki

All You Need Is Love (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

High? Hi (Gender Neutral Reader) (🤷‍♀️)

Just Sleep (🌹)

Loki Come Down (🥀✨)

You’re An Idiot, But I Love You (Trans-Male Reader) (🌹)

Got You (🌸)

Soulmate AU: Version 1 (🌹)

Soulmate AU: Version 2 (🌹)

Those Are Mine (🌸)

Hanahaki Disease AU (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Everything Changed (🌹🥀)

Being With Him Includes (❤️)

Another Life (🥀)

We'll Get Through (🌹)

I'm Lonely Without You (🌹🥀)

Stupid For You (🌹)

Soulmate AU (🌹)

Wait For Me To Come Home (🌹🥀✨)

You Tried (Peter’s POV) (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Peter's Reaction To The End of S7EP12 Of The Clone Wars (🌸)

Your House: Part 1 (🥀)

We Weren't Perfect: Part 2 (🥀)

I'm Happy For You: Part 3 (🌹🥀)

Unexpected (🤷‍♀️)

My Yellow (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

Here (Male Reader) (🌹)

Worst Couple (🥀)

Happy Halloween (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

I'm Fine (Stark!Reader) (🥀)

I Love You 10,000 (Stark!Reader) (🥀)

I'm Just--I Know (Stark!Reader) (🌹)

Hanahaki Disease AU (🌹)

Let Me Help (Stark!Reader) (🌹)

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

He Just Did (🥀)

I'm Sick And Tired Of It All (🌹🥀)

Natasha Romanoff

Happy Birthday (Romanogers!Reader) (🌹)

I Love and Miss You (🥀)

Something Like That (🌸)

Pietro Maximoff

Hanahaki Disease AU (🥀)

Sam Wilson (No Longer Write For)

My Daughter? (🌹)

Steve Rogers

Soulmate AU (🌹)

Little Things That You Do That Steve Loves/Finds Cute (❤️)

I Thought You Left Me For Good (🌹🥀)

Happy Birthday (Romanogers!Reader) (🌹)

Hanahaki Disease AU (🤷‍♀️)

Something Like That (🌸)

Thor

I’m Sorry For Ignoring You (Male Reader) (🌹)

Tony Stark (No Longer Write For)

Hanahaki Disease AU (🌹🥀)

XMEN

All Characters

Do They Give Good Hugs/How Often Do They Hug You (❤️)

Liar! (🥀)

I Want To Go Back! (🥀)

It’s All My Fault (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

The X-Men’s Reactions To You Slapping Them (❤️🤷‍♀️)

Alex Summers (Havok)

Yeah, In A Cowboy Hat (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

Friends or Lovers? (🥀)

You're Jealous (🌹)

Take It and Go (🥀)

But You’re Not Mine (Gender Neutral Reader): Version 1 (🥀)

But You’re Not Mine (Gender Neutral Reader): Version 2 (🥀)

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

All So Sudden (🌹)

Early Morning Watch (🌹)

Hank McCoy (Beast)

You Weren’t The Only One! (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Jean Gray

I Love You (🌹)

Warmth (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

It's Okay Jean (Platonic!Reader) (🤷‍♀️✨)

Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)

You Are Doing Amazing (🌹)

Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Thank You (Gender Neutral Reader) (🌹)

Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Everything Will Be Fine (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Scott Summers (Cyclops)

5 More Minutes (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Warren Worthington III (Angel)

All I Have Are Flashes (🤷‍♀️)

[outoftheseine]

- TASM!PETER PARKER FIC RECS -

here is to my favorite spiderman

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

when worlds collide • tasm!peter parker x reader

↳ by @wonderswritings (angst, death)

worth: the series • tasm!peter parker x reader

↳ by @slytherheign (uhhh very angsty)

body bag • tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

↳ by @masterofmunson (enemies to lovers, roommates, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, injuries)

bloody love • tasm!peter parker x reader part 2

↳ by @parkerpeter24 (hanahaki!au, so much angst, unrequited love, blood, surgery, vomiting, mentions of cancer)

ONE-SHOTS

best kinds of kisses • tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

↳ by @ash5monster01 (self doubt, fluff)

band-aid brand • tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

↳ by @kaylawritesfics (injuries, very fluffy)

crush • tasm!peter parker x reader

↳ by @ptersparkers (mild angst, fluff)

the waiter • tasm!peter parker x reader

↳ by @literaila (our peter is jealous, pure fluff)

i know • tasm!peter parker x reader

↳ by @vivwritesfics (fluff)

scared to breath • tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

↳ by @mgparker (ahh so much angst :(, hurt/comfort)

expensive camera lens • tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

↳ by @monsterwho (angst, fire, hurt/comfort)

campus • college!tasm!peter parker x reader

↳ by @webslingingslasher (angst, fluff, smut)

used up tears • peter parker x reader

↳ by @raribella (very very angsty, heartbreaking, soulwrenching, mentions of death of a loved one)

tonight (is gonna be the loneliest) • tasm!peter parker x reader

↳ by @peppermintsparker (angst angst angst, death of loved ones, unrequited love)

i know that voice • tasm!peter parker x reader

↳ by @stylesparker (fluff, humour)

nightmares • tasm!peter parker x reader

↳ by @katyswrites (angst :(, nightmares, mentions of death of a loved one, hurt/comfort, grief, fluff)

hold my body tight even on my lowest nights • tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

↳ by @venus616 (implied mental ilnesses, mild angst, hurt/comfort, fluff)

honeybody • tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

↳ by @luveline (fluff, mentions of self-harm, strangers to friends to lovers)

doughnuts • tasm!peter parker x fem!afab!reader

↳ by @forourmoons (very fluffy)

cooties • tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

↳ by @msgorillagripcoochie (fluff fluff fluff)

fire alarms • tasm!peter parker x reader

↳ by @spideystevie (fluff)

[spring-picnics]

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐈𝐈

the devils command by @s1ater

you've made an unbreakable vow, and now, you will never be the same. theodore nott x reader

heart like a garden by @/s1ater

theodore loves you. theodore nott x reader

feel like baking love by @wehaveabucky-archive

bucky is a cute baker, he does something very kind, you fall. bucky barnes x reader

out of focus, eye to eye by @irndad 

friends to lovers and jealous peter. tasm!peter parker x reader

first day donuts by @songofpolaris

peter parker fluff. mcu!peter parker x reader

home with you by @ptergwen

you remember spiderman. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @hollandsangel

dad!tom. tom holland x reader

blurb by @luveline

bleeding through your pants on peter's lap and him helping you. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @/luveline

your friends know how whipped he is. mcu!peter parker x reader

you're my… soulmate? by @westviewism

finding out peter is your soulmate. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @v1oletvenus

sirius admits to all the things he did to impress you. sirius black x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

truth or dare? sirius black x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

walking in on sirius and a hookup. sirius black x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

73 questions with your rockstar bf. sirius black x reader

blurb by @ohlovxr 

james being a fun dad at easter. james potter x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

you doodling on sirius. sirius black x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

giving sirius a tattoo. sirius black x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

gamer!sirius fluff. sirius black x reader

blurb by @hollandsangel

tom makes you talk to him when you are mad. tom holland x reader

close by by @/hollandsangel

he is a sweet boy in love! tom holland x reader

blurb by @/v1oletvenus

more gamer!sirius fluff. sirius black x reader

study dates with theodore nott while being in a secretive relationship by @blackthunder137

theodore fluff. theodore nott x reader

blurb by @duskholland

tom facetiming you, and then you going to sleep. tom holland x reader

voice letters by @pvarker

he leaves you voice mail to help you get to sleep. mcu!peter parker x reader

without love by @waitimcomingtoo

hanahaki with peter. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @desireav

you and your boyfriend's height difference. theodore nott x reader

blurb by @spiderboytotherescue

peter trusts you. mcu!peter parker x reader

so cold by @mendesxruel

snowball fights with james. james potter x reader

clinging onto you by @ynscrazylife

secret relationship angst and drama. mcu!peter parker x reader

too late by @jexnrey 

he loved you too late. theodore nott x reader

blurb by @thehalfbloodedwitch

meeting theo in your little apothecary. theodore nott x reader

moon struck by @softlybarnes

marc warming up to you and falling in love with you. marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader

the best thing that’s ever been mine by @velvetcloxds

brothers best friend with steve. steve rogers x reader

blurb by @/softlybarnes

getting a second fish and then making fun of marc. marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader

bliss by @stevenspector

steven is in love with you. steven grant x reader

blurb by @forever-rogue 

married fluff with steven. steven grant x reader

1:10 am by @yesitsmewhataboutit

morgan sleeps with you and peter tonight. mcu!peter parker x reader

pretty baby by @xdeariex

peter fluff. mcu!peter parker x reader

what you’ve got by @pellucid-constellations

college athlete bucky. bucky barnes x reader

the metal head and the material girl by @loveronlineee

eddie judged you incorrectly. eddie munson x reader

is there someone else by @/jexnrey

miscommunication with steve. steve harrington x reader

1983 by @sourholland

steve in 1983. steve harrington x reader

blurb by @masterkenobi

getting into a small crash. steve harrington x reader

midnight love by @peterbenjiparker

taking care of a sick lil boy. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @goldenmorningglory

willel headcanons. platonic!will x el

still into you by @eddiemunching

you get drunk, and steve begins to fear another nancy situation, but he sees your love for him. steve harrington x reader

blurb by @sickbromeo 

s5 prom headcanons. stranger things headcanons

can i kiss you, now? by @lurkymurker

steve flirting while drunk. steve harrington x reader

don't you (forget about me) by @starberryes

enemies to lovers. steve harrington x reader

your silence kills me by @/blackthunder137

steve confesses. steve harrington x reader

you're it for me by @/pellucid-constellations

exes to lovers. steve harrington x reader

blurb by @claireunoia

mean rebel!nancy. nancy wheeler x reader

count the ways by @iliveiloveiwrite

steve freaks out over a potential nancy repeat at a party and you calm him down. steve harrington x reader

blurb by @miss-celestial-being

rivals to lovers. eddie munson x reader

a place in this world by @outerspacebisexual

enemies to lovers. steve harrington x reader

take my hand, now and forever by @authorbarbie

hurt comfort with steve about the "earthquake." steve harrington x reader

blurb by @corrodedcoffinkid

eddie having texture problems with joyce's food. a found family trope. stranger things headcanons

sushi and fun mugs by @lovelybarnes

you make him act different. bucky barnes x reader

hair tie by @waklman

dustin's babysitter falls for dustin's new mom. steve harrington x reader

matilda by @cryonme

found family for steve and you helping him realise that. steve harrington x reader

if you’d taken an arrow (and run it right through me) by @iliaclwrites

five times you pretended to not know each other and the one time you didn't. eddie munson x reader

blurb by @/iliaclwrites

eddie introducing his secret girlfriend. eddie munson x reader

blurb by @/iliaclwrites

hiding in a closet. eddie munson x reader

everybody's talkin’ up a storm (act like they don’t notice) by @/iliaclwrites

eddie turns out to be dating the cool librarian. eddie munson x reader

blurb by @/iliaclwrites

eddie and librarian!reader fluff. eddie munson x reader

blurb by @/iliaclwrites

cheerleader!reader being a badass. eddie munson x reader

6 times steve harrington was pining by @fandomtravels

steve harrington fluff. steve harrington x reader

blurb by @/iliaclwrites

eddie popping the question. eddie munson x reader

@spring-picnics

[annab-recs]

what i read this month - december ‘22

❀ = nsfw/mature content, minors dni

reminder to read the warnings before a fic & to support writers by reblogging :)

organized alphabetically by fandom, then by pairing, then by author

the amazing spider-man

bloody love part 1 & part 2 - @parkerpeter24

type: peter parker x reader, series, unrequited love, hanahaki au, genre: angst/fluff summary: who said love couldn’t kill? commentary: i've never read a hanahaki fic before but omg i ate this shit up, it's soooo good 😍

marvel

watching a christmas movie with peter parker - @darasloves

type: peter parker x reader, blurb, christmas, genre: fluff summary: exactly what the title says commentary: all i want in life is to spend christmas with peter 😫 so good and so cute

bake my day - @parkerpeter24

type: peter parker x reader, blurb, christmas, genre: fluff summary: you haven’t been able to see peter for some time due to work but when you give him a surprised visit on christmas, you end up getting surprised yourself commentary: at this point, just go read cookie's whole masterlist because she is a fantastic writer

bloody love part 1 & part 2 - @parkerpeter24

type: tasm!peter parker x reader, series, unrequited love, hanahaki au, genre: angst/fluff summary: who said love couldn’t kill? commentary: i've never read a hanahaki fic before but omg i ate this shit up, it's soooo good 😍

warm confessions - @parkerpeter24

type: peter parker x reader, oneshot, friends to lovers, genre: fluff/smut summary: peter and you have always been great friends but when the radiator in your shared apartment breaks, the two of you are left with some things unfigured. commentary: so soft, so sweet, so pete 🥰

outer banks

hot chocolate - @bradleybeachbabe

type: rafe cameron x reader, blurb, genre: fluff summary: sharing a hot chocolate with rafe commentary: cutie little winter blurb, had me all 🥰

cold season - @bradleybeachbabe

type: topper thornton x reader, blurb, genre: fluff summary: topper likes to hear you talk about how much you love the cold season even though it isn't particularly his favorite time of the year commentary: if you want to read a little something where topper is being a sweetheart, this is the blurb for you 😍

stranger things

christmas - @honeymunson

type: eddie munson x reader, blurb, christmas, genre: fluff summary: you and eddie spend y’all’s first christmas together commentary: a stinkin' sweet christmas eddie blurb you must read

first snow - @honeymunson

type: eddie munson x reader, blurb, chirstmas, genre: fluff summary: you and eddie watch the snow fall together. commentary: some more super cute christmas eddie content from our beloved bee <3

eddie munson oneshot - @katsu28

type: eddie munson x reader, oneshot, friends to lovers, genre: fluff summary: you find eddie working on your car to be very hot commentary: so hot, loved it so much!!!

eddie munson blurb - @luveline

type: eddie munson x plus size!reader, blurb, christmas, genre: fluff summary: getting stuck under the mistletoe with eddie commentary: the way he gets the reader over to the mistletoe and then makes her feel comfortable before kissing her, chefs kiss 🤌🏼

enough - @starlightsearches

type: eddie munson x reader, oneshot, friends to lovers, genre: angst/fluff/hurt comfort summary: reader is embarrassed about her lack of experience and feels like it’s impossible for any guy to be attracted to her commentary: this is so so so good, like i can't even explain how good this is, made me feel all the things, will break your heart and then repair it all in one go

jealous!steve about eddie and henderson!reader during season four - @familyvideostevie

type: jealous!steve harrington x henderson!reader, oneshot, genre: angst/fluff summary: henderson!reader is avoiding steve because of nancy so when they break into the creel house, she offers to get eddie food so steve is antsy when they go to find them at skull rock worried she might have fallen for eddie commentary: the banter was so good, all the misunderstanding of her thinking he liked nancy and him thinking she liked eddie, ahhh i will forever adore idiots in love even if they get on my nerves, the ending was perfection!

tom holland & co

it's (a) november baby! - @t-lostinworlds

type: tom holland x reader, oneshot, established relationship, genre: fluff summary: tom partakes in a bet with the boys in no nut november. but what happens if you’re a bovember baby? commentary: dude, this is so funny, so cute, so amazing like you have to read it if you haven't already!! tom is so in love with the reader and she just teases the hell out of him and i am here for it. definitely a must-read if you ask me 🤩

tom holland blurb - @toms-gf

type: college!frat!tom holland x reader, blurb, genre: fluff summary: seeing tom out on campus and having him immediately put his arm around you with such male ease/confidence because he wants to close commentary: the most perfect and cutest little frat!tom blurb ever

you're in love - @userholland

type: tom holland x reader, oneshot, friends to lovers, genre: fluff summary: it’s your friend’s wedding and you’re not sure what to get her and the groom for their happy day. luckily, your date and best friend, tom, helps you choose something nice but you never knew how picky he could be about kitchen supplies. commentary: tom is so tom in this, gahh i love it 😍

[you-aremy-sunshine]

pink poison

summary: you have hanahaki, a disease that has been in your family since practically, forever. so of course you get it. of course the person you get it from is in love with someone else. just your luck.

chapter 0 — [when she finds you]

chapter 1 — [when she knows]

chapter 2 — [when he cries]

chapter 3 — [untitled]

chapter 4 —- [untitled]

[flowerbinniee]

et sanguinem flos petalis [i] - peter parker

title:  et sanguinem flos petalis

summary:  first loves are never easy, especially when they have the power to kill you.

pairing: one-sided peter x reader, peter x mj

word count: 1765

warning(s):  swearing, blood, dying character, angst, one-sided love, the hanahaki au that no one asked for

a/n: here’s the first part, guys! hope you enjoy.

“No,” you murmur in horror as your friends stare at the bloodied rose petals in your palm. Not here. Why did it have to be here?

“Y-Y/N? Are those rose petals?” Betty asks, her eyes wider than Brad’s basketball. “Wh-Why are you… coughing up rose petals?” You’ve reached the point of no return, my little petal. You have no choice now.

“I-I…” You scrambled for some sort of excuse, a lie, but there wasn’t one. The voice in your head was right: you don’t have a choice. You have to face it. “There’s this disease. It’s called, uh, Hanahaki—”

Realization washes over MJ, and her shoulders slump. “Who is it?”

The sting of tears burns the back of your eyes as more petals and droplets of blood fell to the tile floor beneath your shoes. “M-MJ, please under-understand that I d-didn’t want y-you to find out this way… I-I never—” Your apology dies on your lips as you meet her eyes. Flames of rage were rampant behind the dark brown irises.

“Would you rather us find out after you were already dead? Because you were too much of a coward to face me? Face him?” Her words tore at your heart, but she was right. You are a fucking coward.

Another suffocating cough sends more petals into the open air between the two of you. “There are o-other options,” you tell her as blood drips down your chin. “I-I wouldn’t have to die.”

“That surgery isn’t always successful, Y/N! And you’d have no capacity for any kind of romantic love or any memory of him when you woke up. Do you really want to put him through that?”

“H-He’s got you,” you weakly defended. “He’ll be okay.”

A low growl rouses from her throat, and she clenches her fists by her side. “God, I want to fucking punch you. You really want to keep it from him, don’t you? You would rather have him watch you die than tell him you’re so in love with him that it’s literally killing you.”

“There’s no other way.”

“Yes, there is!” She shouts, gaining the attention of some people around you. One of which includes a certain brunette. “Tell him, Y/N! Tell Peter, or I will.”

“Tell me what?” Of fucking course.

“Peter,” you murmur, eyes locked on his form. “H-Hey.” You feel him search your face until he spots your bloodied chin.

“Holy shit, Y/N, you’re bleeding! What happened?” Those innocent doe eyes reflect concern for your well-being, and you want to hate him for it. But you can’t. He cups your jaw in his hand and swipes at the blood with his thumb. “Are you okay?”

You nod. “Yeah, Pete. Of course. I just coughed a little too hard, I guess.” You avoid eye contact with MJ over her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“I’ll say,” his little laugh stirs up the flowers in your stomach.

“She’s lying. She’s nowhere near fine.” Peter whips his head around to face his girlfriend, eyebrows raised.

“MJ,” you protested. She shakes her head.

“Y/N, I told you to tell him, or I would.” She focuses her attention on Peter. “Do you remember that disease I told you about, Hanahaki?” He takes a moment to think before nodding.

“That’s the one where the victims cough up flower petals until they die, right?” He watches the stoic, angry girl reach down and scoop the handful of bloody rose petals from the floor, showing them to him. He stares at them in the same unsettling horror that Betty did when she first saw them. He slowly turns to face you again. “That’s what she wanted you to tell me?”

Not having the courage to look at him, you stare at the droplets of your blood that spattered across the floor.

“B-But that’s for people who have an unrequited love—“ He cuts himself as he continues to stare at you. “Who is it?”

“Peter,” you say. His expression turns stony as you evade the question.

“Tell me who it is, Y/N.”

“Knowing is only going to make you feel worse,” you try to tell him.

“I get enough of that bullshit from Fury! Tell me who it is; tell me who is literally causing you to die,” his fists clench just like MJ’s did, and fear presses down on your heart like the weight of the roses growing inside of you.

“Y-You.”

;

Things between you, Peter, and MJ become reasonably tense after the incident at the airport. Peter hasn’t spoken to either of you in almost two weeks. And you were too embarrassed to speak to them because you were so afraid that their knowledge of your feelings would destroy their relationship. They deserve happiness, they deserve each other.

Your new, depressing normal shatters fifteen days after your secrets are bared. A firm knock at your bedroom window lures you away from the AP Biology homework you’d been slaving over. Flipping the latch and shaving the pane up, you’re greeted by overly familiar brown curls and doe eyes.

“Peter,” you breathe. “What are you…” His mouth presses itself into a hard line, and his shaking head interrupts you.

“We,” he gulps down the growing lump in his throat, “We need to talk.”

“Yeah.” You move away from your window to allow him to crawl into your bedroom.

“I want to try to save you from this,” he starts. “I don’t want my best friend to die.”

“Peter, no.” You wring your hands together. “The only ways I can be saved is the surgery or—”

“Or if your love becomes requited.” He finishes your sentence softly, “I know.”

“So, unless you magically convinced Tony to fund my surgery, there’s no way out for me.” You sit back at your desk, your eyes never leaving Peter’s form.

He tilts his head up for his eyes to meet yours, bites his lip, and slumps his shoulders. “What if you didn’t have to have the surgery?”

Raising a skeptical eyebrow, you continue to eye the brunette web-slinger. “Peter—“

“What if I… learned to love you?”

Anger from the pit of your stomach sparks and catches like hellfire and brimstone. “Get out.”

His innocent eyes that damned to this in the first place blow wide, and his face tightens with confusion. “Y/N—“

“If you even think that I would let you not only ruin your relationship with MJ and disrespect my feelings like that, you are sorely mistaken, Peter Benjamin Parker.”

“I’m trying to save you, to keep you from dying like some c-caged animal!” He protests. “I don’t want to watch one of the people I care about most waste away when there’s something I can do.”

“I don’t want to watch the boy I’ve loved practically all of my life kill himself trying to save me from the inevitable. Peter, I’m going to die either from this or some other circumstance.” Sighing long through your nose, you hang your head into your hands. “I want you to love me, more than anything. But I want you to love me because you want to. I don’t want this to be an obligation for you.”

When you pick your head up again, Peter is closer to you than he was five minutes ago. He’s kneeling in front of you and gripping a leg of your chair. His free hand slowly reaches for the left side of your jaw, and he brushes the pad of his thumb across the length of your cheekbone. “I just want to help you, Y/N.”

“I know, Pete, but I don’t think you can this time.” He purses his lips and pushes them into a tight frown. He stills for a moment, and you’re afraid to touch him in fear of breaking him. Surging forward after the moment of hesitation is over, Peter gently pulls your face down to his and presses your lips together.

You always wondered what it would be like to kiss Peter; what his lips would feel like, what they would taste like. It’s not what you thought it would be. His lips are soft, sweet, and supple. The lingering taste of his spearmint gum bleeds into your mouth and tingles your senses. But there’s no affection or love in the kiss. There’s desperation, anger, anguish, pity in your kiss. You didn’t want your first kiss with your best friend, the boy you’ve loved since you were six, to be because you were dying. Seconds bleed into hours as the two of you sit there, lips pressed together. Suddenly, as if his lips had burned you, you pull away from Peter.

“Why did you do that?” Your voice is so soft, breathy. Chest heaving and cheeks flushing, Peter lifts a shoulder wordlessly. “Because I wanted to.”

;

The news of Peter and MJ’s demise as a couple spreads through your little friend group like wildfire. The news doesn’t surprise you, but it does upset you. What does surprise you after your kiss with Peter is MJ’s attitude about it. She doesn’t throw a temper tantrum, doesn’t scream or curse at you, doesn’t avoid you like a resurgence of the Bubonic Plague. In fact, she comes up to you during her free period the Monday after the ordeal.

“Hey,” she says as she looks unenthusiastically at her fingernails.

“H-Hey,” you smile sadly at her. “I’m, uh, guessing Peter told you.”

She nods once. “He did.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you lamely confess.

“His superhero complex is extremely irritating,” she sighs and balances her chin on the heel of her palm.

“You can say that again.”

“But I think you should let him try.” She peers down at you. “Let him try to love you.”

“No,” you shake your head. “I already explained to him that if he loved me, I didn’t want it to be out of obligation.”

“But what if it works? What if it saves you?”

Your silence on the subject reveals your reluctance. MJ then places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I want to see my best friend live.”

Deep in your subconscious, you knew that you wanted to live, too. You wanted more than anything to not die at sixteen. Even if it’s selfish, there was a part of you that wanted Peter to love you despite his new sense of obligation to you. If it could save you, you would love him as if you didn’t have a care in the world.

If it could save you, you would love Peter Parker as if he loved you back.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Without Love

Pairing: deaf!Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: you contract HanaHaki disease, a disease that makes you cough up flowers when your love is unrequited, and have to stay away from Peter but you can’t tell him why

Masterlist

“All right team. I needed this mission done quickly and effectively, which is why I didn’t ask any of the men to help out. So complete your tasks, get back to the jet, and try not to die. Thanks ladies.” Tony told you all before getting off the jet. The mission was simple. There was a small town on the edge of the state that had reports of babies being born with genetic mutations. You just needed to collect some samples from a Forrest to see if the nearby company was polluting the water with chemicals, Bruce’s running theory on why the mutations were occurring. You got off the jet and felt your phone buzz in the pocket of your suit. You pulled it out and saw a text from Peter. You smiled and texted him back as everyone spread out to complete their tasks.

“Stop texting your boyfriend and focus on the mission.” Kate said as she slung her arm around your shoulders.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes and felt an embarrassed blush heat up your face.

“Uh huh.” Kate said sarcastically as she left your side to complete her task. Once you completed your part of the mission, you looked around the field and noticed a pink tree near where Wanda was standing.

“Cherry blossoms.” You smiled and went over to the tree. You gently touched the branches and inhaled the scent.

“I just noticed it too.” Wanda told you. “I’ve never seen one in full bloom. It’s beautiful.”

“I know. I always used to wear this scent from Bath and Body Works called Japanese Cherry Blossoms. I love the way they smell.” You told the girls before going to sniff the plant again.

“I was also more of a Warm Vanilla Sugar kinda girl.” Wanda shrugged.

“A Thousand Wishes.” Nat chimed in.

“I love that one.” Wanda gushed. “And Champagne Toast.”

“This is Sweet Pea erasure.” Kate mumbled.

“Hey, I loved that one.” You assured Kate, making her smile. “But Japanese Cherry Blossom will always be superior to me. Seriously guys, this flower smells amazing.”

“There is some intense sniffage going on over there.” Kate laughed when she noticed how deep you had your nose in the flower.

“I’ve never smelt a flower this sweet. It’s like magic or something.” You said as you took another deep inhale.

“Damn. Get a room.” Nat teased you.

“Good thing Peter isn’t here to see this.” Wanda clicked her tongue. “I think he’d be jealous.”

You got a strange feeling in your stomach at the mention of Peter. You put your hand on your stomach and felt a wave of nausea hit you. You backed away from the plant and the feeling slowly went away.

“All right. I think we’re all done here. Let’s head back to the jet.” Nat said and you all followed her. Tony and Bruce were getting back at the same time you did and you all boarded the jet together. As soon as you sat in your seat, you pulled out your phone to text Peter. You told him how the mission went and waited for his response.

“I’m glad you’re okay. I’ll see you when you get back :)” His message read. You felt a wave of nausea hit your again as a strange feeling filled your chest.

“You okay over there, kiddo?” Tony asked when he noticed the look on your face.

“I don’t feel so good.” You gulped. You grabbed a nearby trash can and threw up into it. You looked in the bucket when you were done and felt your heart stop. Everyone noticed the ghastly look on your face and exchanged worried looks.

“What?” Tony asked you. You felt scared tears come to your eyes and slowly passed the bucket to Tony. He looked inside and got the same stunned expression on his face.

“Banner, can you come take a look at this?” Tony asked in a falsely calm voice. Bruce got up and looked in the bucket.

“Is that what I think it is?” Bruce asked.

“Are those…” Tony trailed off and examined the bucket again.

“What? What is it?” Natasha wondered.

“Flowers.” Tony said and showed the contents of the bucket to the group. You watched everyone’s expressions go from confused to shocked as Tony showed them what was inside.

“Cherry Blossoms, it looks like.” Bruce said.

“No. There’s no way that just came out of me. They must’ve been in the trash already.” You insisted.

“Yeah, maybe.” Tony weakly agreed. “Did anyone here throw out cherry blossoms?”

Everyone shook their heads and you felt yourself panic even more.

“They must be old then.” You shrugged. “From the last mission or something.”

Bruce looked into the bucket again and gave Tony a knowing look.

“What?” You asked. “What is it?”

“These look like fresh cut flowers to me.” Bruce said quietly, debunking your theory.

“They can’t be.” You laughed nervously and took the bucket back.

“They are.” Bruce said weakly.

“No. I did not just throw up flowers.” You insisted. “I didn’t even eat flowers!”

“They don’t look regurgitated. It looks like they came right out a garden.” Bruce observed. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you pulled it out to find a text from Peter.

“I heated up some food for you for when you get back :)”

You read the text a few times as the feeling returned to your chest. It felt like something was blooming inside you and rising up your throat. You hunched over as pink and red flowers came out of your mouth. Everyone stared at you in stunned silence as you threw up flowers right before their eyes.

“Okay that time I definitely threw up flowers.” You said once you were done. You wiped your mouth but there was nothing to wipe away.

“What could possibly be causing this?” Wanda asked as she stared at the flowers on the ground.

“I’m not sure. I have a theory but I’ll have to run some tests when we get back to the tower.” Bruce told you.

“Are you in pain?” Kate asked as she came to your side and wrapped her arms around you.

“No. I just feel weird. I feels like butterflies in my stomach before it happens.”

“Did you do anything weird on the mission that could’ve caused this?” Tony asked you.

“Like what?” You wondered.

“Like eat a shit ton of petals.” Kate mumbled.

“No. Not that I can recall.”

“You were sniffing that cherry blossom tree pretty hard.” Nat recalled.

“Would that have caused this?” You asked. “I always go balls deep in flower arrangements.”

“I can’t say for certain yet. I’ll run some labs on you when we get back. Just to be sure.” Bruce assured you.

“Okay.” You gulped and sat back down. You were going to text Peter about what was happening but decided it would be better to tell him in person.

“we land in 10 mins” You texted him.

“ok. I can’t wait to see you :)” He wrote back.

“It’s happening again.” You realized as the feeling returned. Kate held your hair back as the petals spewed out of your mouth. Everyone watched sympathetically as the flowers came out of you, no one knowing what to do or say.

Once you landed, you could see Peter waiting for you near the landing pad. He waved excitedly as you descended from the plane and ran to you once you were on the ground again. He immediately pulled you into a hug after not seeing you for the three days it took to complete the mission. You hugged him back and let his arms comfort you. The feeling returned to your chest suddenly and you pulled away from him.

“How was it?” Peter signed with a smile on his face.

“It was okay. I think I caught a bug though.” You signed back.

“Are you okay? Do you feel sick?” Peter signed before touching the back of his hand to your forehead. You felt the feeling come back and stepped away from Peter before you could cough up any more petals. Peter looked a little hurt and confused as Bruce came to your side.

“We should figure this out sooner than later.” Bruce said and nodded towards the tower. Peter struggled to read his lips and looked to you for help.

“Dr. Banner wants to run some tests to see what’s wrong with me. I’ll see you after.” You signed before walking away with Bruce. Peter caught you by the wrist and pulled you back towards him.

“What’s happening?” He signed with a face full of concern.

“I’m not sure yet.” You told him. “Dr. Banner is gonna find out.”

“Can I come with you?” Peter asked. You felt the feeling return and turned your head as you coughed up a few petals. Luckily it was dark so Peter didn’t see the petals come out of you.

“I think it’s better if he stays outside.” Bruce told you and Peter struggled it read his lips again.

“It’s okay. I’ll be okay.” You signed to Peter with a sympathetic smile. Peter looked hurt again but nodded his head.

Soon enough, you were sitting on an exam table as Bruce ran labs on you. Peter was waiting outside the door and looking at you through the window. Kate had stayed with you and was holding your hand as Bruce read through your chart.

“Nat said you were sniffing a cherry blossom tree?” Bruce asked you.

“Yeah, I was. But it’s not like any petals went up my nose.”

“No.” Bruce shook his head. “But maybe a seed did.”

“A seed?”

“I think you may have contracted HanaHaki disease.” Bruce told you.

“Hana-what disease?” You frowned.

“HanaHaki. It’s a rare disease that I wasn’t even sure really existed until now. It comes from the Japanese words “hana” which means "flower", and “hakimasu” which means "to throw up". Essentially, it’s a disease where people cough up flowers or petals when they’re….”

“When they’re what?” You asked when Bruce trailed off.

“When they’re suffering from unrequited love.” Bruce told you, making that feeling return to your chest.

“Oh.” Kate said as her eyes flicked over to Peter.

“What? What do you mean “oh”? I am not suffering from one sided love.” You laughed weakly.

“Right.” Bruce said flatly. “But for arguments sake, let’s say you were. Because you are. And that’s why you’re spewing flowers every few minutes.”

Before you could answer, you heard a knock at the door. You looked over and saw Peter nervously looking through the window. You got the feeling again and clutched your stomach.

“Oh no. She’s gonna blow.” Kate said and held your hair back. She stepped in front of you to shield you from Peters view as you threw up more flowers.

“Thanks.” You sighed when you were done. Bruce looked at the flowers in the bucket before looking at you again.

“If I was suffering from one sided love, not saying I am, but if I was, how would we fix this?” You asked him.

“Well the disease is caused by flowers blooming in your heart and lungs. You cough them up when you’re reminding of your suffering. From what I’ve read, you can get the flower surgically removed to cure the disease.”

“Really? It’s that simple?” Kate asked hopefully.

“Yes. But removing the flower will cause your feelings for the person to disappear. You will never be able to love them again.” Bruce said, making your heart sink.

“That’s fine, right?” Kate asked you.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I want that.”

“There are some other side effects to consider.” Bruce continued. “The surgery could potentially take away your ability to love anyone ever again or take away your memories of the person you love.”

“What happens if I don’t get the surgery?” You asked him.

“The flower grows until it takes up all the space in your lungs and eventually kills you.” Bruce said quietly. Kate let out a sigh and wrapped her arms around you. You looked towards the door again and made eye contact with Peter. He signed something to you but your eyes were too blurry from the tears. The look of concern on his face only grew when he realized that you were crying. You had to look away before you threw up more flowers.

“I can’t do it.” You sniffled. “I can’t do the surgery.”

“But you could die without it.” Bruce warned you.

“I’d rather die than live without love.” You told him. Kate moved your hair off of your neck and blew on the back of it to calm you down as you cried.

“The surgery isn’t your only option. If you stop loving Pe-“ Bruce began but was met with a warning look from Kate.

“Uh -or whoever you love- then the disease will be cured.” Bruce continued.

“How am I supposed to stop loving him?” You asked as you wiped your face.

“How did you start?” Bruce mumbled. Kate gave him another look and he smiled apologetically.

“Y/n, this is not going to be easy. I need you to know that now. But if you want to stop loving him, you need to distance yourself from him. You won’t be able to stop feeling what you feel if you see him every day.” Bruce told you.

“I can’t just drop him.” You protested. “He’s my best friend.”

“I know he is.” Bruce sighed. “But I see the way you two interact. You will never get over him if you keep going the way you’re going.”

“What do you mean?” You scoffed. “What way are we going?”

Bruce and Kate exchanged a look and he decided to let her take this one.

“I know you think of Peter as your best friend. But people who are just friends don’t act the way you two act. Bruce is right. You’ll never be able to stop loving him if you’re around him all the time. If you want to get over him, you need to stay away from him.”

“I can’t do that.” You sniffled. “I can’t stay away from him. I love him. I can’t stay away.”

“You’re gonna die if you don’t.” Bruce said quietly. You heard knocking again and looked out the window at Peter. He had his hand pressed against the glass and was looking at you with concern in his eyes.

“How am I supposed to explain to him what’s happening?” You asked. “I can’t do that to him. I can’t break his heart.”

“Either you break his heart or you relinquish your own.” Bruce said as he put a hand on your shoulder. You put your hand over his and gave him a sad smile.

“Thanks, Dr. Banner. I should go.” You said and got off the table. You felt the butterflies in your stomach as you approached the door, knowing you’d have to face Peter.

“I’ll leave you guys to it.” Kate gave you a soft smile before walking away.

“What’s wrong? What did he say?” Peter asked you.

“He said I have a rare disease. I contracted it on the mission.” You told him.

“What disease? Are you okay? Are you in pain?” Peter signed. You could see the sheer panic on his face and felt the butterflies come flooding back. Before you could stop it, you were throwing up flowers on the floor of the hallway. Peter backed away in surprise before rubbing your back to comfort you.

“Did that just come out of you?” He asked you as he eyes stayed on the petals on the ground. You nodded and wiped your mouth again out of habit.

“How?” He signed.

“There’s a flower in my lungs.” You signed back.

“A flower? How did that get there?”

“It’s the disease. It grew in my chest.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” Peter asked. You looked at Peter for a minute and felt your eyes fill with tears.

“Yes actually. You have to stay away from me.” You signed and watched his face fall.

“Why? Is it contagious?”

“Yeah. It’s contagious.” You lied.

“Can’t I just wear a mask around you?”

“No, Peter. You need to stay away from me.” You signed again and he somehow looked even sadder.

“When will you be better?” He asked.

“I don’t know. It might not be for a long time.” You sighed as tears fell down your face. Peter pulled his sleeves over his hands so that he could wipe your tears. Once he was done, you coughed up more petals as he silently watched you.

“That’s okay.” He signed. “We can just text each other. And I could sit outside your door and stuff.”

“No, Peter. You have to stay away from me. You can’t talk to me or see me at all.” You signed to him and watched his face crumble.

“Why?”

“I don’t know how to explain it to you.” You signed as more tears fell down your face.

“Can you at least try?” Peter asked. You were about to sign something back when you felt the feeling return. You coughed up some more petals before turning to face Peter.

“I can’t. I’m sorry. Just stay away from me. Please. Just until I get better.” You signed to him and walked away. He caught your wrist and pulled you back towards him.

“I’ll miss you.” He signed. You smiled sadly and nodded your head.

“I’ll miss you too.”

“I love you.” Peter signed and you felt like your couldn’t breathe. You turned away from him and ran down the hallway, coughing up petals with each step.

You spent the next week isolated in your room. The girls would bring you food when you needed it and stay to hang out with you, which only confused Peter further. He would hang around on your floor and wait to see you the rare times you would leave your room. What he didn’t understand was why the girls could see you as they pleased but he was strictly forbidden from going anywhere near you. When he saw Tony coming out of your room one day, he decided to interrogate him.

“Did you just see Y/n?” Peter signed.

“What? Oh. Yeah. Yes.” Tony said and signed the word “yes” to Peter.

“How is she?” Peter asked. Tony tried to follow along but only recognized “how”.

“Uh…” Tony frowned and gave Peter a sympathetic look.

“Y/n. Is she okay?” Peter signed again, slower this time.

“Oh. Yes. She’d fine.” Tony said and signed “yes” again.

“Is there anything else you can tell me?” Peter signed and hoped his face would show the frustration he was feeling. Tony had no idea what he had said so he just gave Peter a weak smile and signed “yes” again.

The next day, Peter waiting on your floor until he saw Bruce leaving your room. Bruce had been going to see you every day to monitor your symptoms and was disappointed everyday to see that you were not getting better. Knowing that Peter was outside your door waiting for you was only making you sicker, but Peter didn’t know that. He waited for Bruce in the hallway and stepped in front of him.

“Is she okay?” Peter signed to him.

“She’s okay. You shouldn’t be over here.” Bruce signed back to the best of his abilities.

“When can I see her? Is she getting better?” Peter sighed. Bruce squinted as he tried to follow along, making Peter sigh in frustration.

“No. Not yet.” Bruce signed back, making Peter angrier.

“Well has she improved at all?” Peter asked. Bruce gave him a confused look and Peter groaned.

“I just want to see her. She won’t answer my texts.” Peter signed and Bruce understood with context clues.

“You can’t text her, Peter. You need it give her some space.”

“What kind of disease is so contagious that I can’t even text her?” Peter asked.

“It’s a rare disease. It works in weird ways.” Bruce signed back, making Peters frustration grow.

“Is that seriously all you can tell me? My best friend has been in quarantine for over a week and no one will tell me what’s going on. Does she even know I’m out here? And why do you get to see her if I don’t?”

“Slow down. I don’t understand when you go that fast.” Bruce signed as he struggled to follow along. Peter gripping his hair in frustration and looked up at the ceiling.

“I know you don’t. No one does. No one understands me but her. You took away the one person who I can have a conversation with and locked her in a room without telling me why. I miss her terribly. Why can’t I see her?”

“Because she’s contagious.” Bruce signed, only answering the question he understood.

“Then why do you get to see her? And how come all the girls get to see her? Why is every allowed in there but me?”

“Because you’re the reason she has the disease.” Bruce shouted before he could stop himself. Peter was able to read his lips and tilted his head in confusion.

“I’m the reason?”

“Now you understand me?” Bruce laughed sadly and shook his head.

“What do you mean that I’m the reason?” Peter asked.

“I can’t tell you. She asked me not to.” Bruce signed back. “It’s better if you don’t know. There’s nothing you can do about it anyway.”

“Please. I’m losing my mind here. She’s my best friend and she’s sick. I need to know what’s wrong.” Peter pleaded. Bruce looked at him for a minute before sighing.

“All right, fine. She has HanaHaki diesease.” Bruce signed, fingerspelling the name out for Peter.

“What? I’ve never heard of that.”

“She asked me not to tell you, so I won’t. But if you really need to know, you can look it up.”

“I understand. Thank you.” Peter signed. He went back to his room and pulled out his laptop. Peter typed out the word Bruce had spelled for him and clicked on the first article that came up. He remembered Bruce saying that he was the reason you were suffering and felt sick to his stomach. Peter shut his laptop and felt a weird feeling in his chest. He left his room and kept walking until he was out of the tower. Peter soon found himself on a park bench with a million thoughts running through his head. The city was busy with pedestrians walking by and on coming traffic, but to Peter, it was completely silent. He sat and thought about you and your friendship until an old woman came and sat beside him. Peter gave her an awkward smile and hoped she wouldn’t talk to him, but she did just that. Peter signed that he was deaf and the woman smiled warmly.

“I’m sorry to bother you. You looked like you were deep in thought. But this bench is my park buddy. I sit with her everyday.” The woman signed. Peter looked at her in confusion until he noticed the gold “in memory of” plaque on the bench.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Peter signed back, and the woman gave him an appreciative smile.”

“She and I would go for walks around this park and then sit on this bench and chat. We had done it since we were kids. We were girls together. She was my best friend.”

“I have a best friend too. She’s sick right now. I can’t be with her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” The old woman signed back.

“I just found out that she loves me. But I don’t know if I love her back. I’ve only ever thought of her as my best friend.” Peter signed and looked at the old women for advice. She smiled brightly and patted Peters knee.

“Isn’t that lovely? She loves you. You’re loved. That’s all anybody could ever want. So why do you look so sad?”

“I just want her to be happy. I want her to be okay again. But I don’t know if I can love her the way she loves me.”

“You said you can’t be with her right now because she’s sick, right? How would you feel if you could never be with her again?”

“I can’t even think about that. Just the thought makes me feel like there’s something in my chest taking up all my space to breathe. It physically hurts me to not be able to see her. I just want to be with her again.” Peter signed back and gave the woman a sad smile. The woman smiled back and patted Peters knee again.

“I think you love her more than you know.” She signed. “Go see her. You’ll know what to do.”

Peter nodded and got off the bench with a sense of urgency.

“Thank you.” He signed to the old woman. He reached up and pulled two flowers off the tree that was hanging over the bench and handed them to the woman.

“For you and your friend.” He signed to her. She gave Peter a grateful smiled and thanked him.

Peter grabbed one last flower and ran back to the tower. He sent you a text that he would be coming in and waited until it said you had read it to go in. When he pushed your bedroom door open, he saw cherry blossoms in piles all over your room. There were petals everywhere and whole flowers in other places, barely leaving any room to walk. Peter looked around in shock as you drew your knees to your chest.

“I brought you a flower but it seems like you have enough.” Peter signed, trying to break the ice.

“You have to get out. I’m contagious.” You signed back to him.

“I don’t care.” Peter signed as he sat down on your bed. You looked him up and down before coughing up some petals. Peter looked at you with eyes full of concern until you were done.

“I know about your disease.” Peter signed to you, and you gave him a confused look.

“I know about the cause.” Peter signed without meeting your eyes. He could see panic in your eyes when he finally looked at you and you angrily looked at the door.

“Bruce told you?” You asked, and Peter nodded. You angrily rolled your eyes and Peter saw you mouth and expletive.

“I had to drag it out of him. Which I should not have had to do. Why didn’t you tell me?” Peter asked you. You gave Peter a sympathetic look and sighed.

“Because it’s embarrassing. And there was nothing you could’ve done to help me. We can’t help what we don’t feel.” You signed before giving him a weak shrug.

“Who says I don’t feel anything for you?” Peter signed back.

“I know you love me, Peter. But I love you in a very different way.”

“What kind of way?”

“The kind of way that is killing me.” You signed and gave him a sad smile. Peter watched as you coughed up some more petals onto your bed. You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand and gave Peter an embarrassed smile. Peter reached over and tilted your chin up so that you would look at him.

“I read that there was a cure.” He signed.

“There is. But I decided against the surgery. It’s too risky.”

“That’s not the cure I was talking about.” Peter signed and gave you a soft smile. You looked at him in confusion as he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck. You felt the urge to cough up more petals just as Peter pulled you into a kiss. Your eyes flew open before slowly fluttering shut. You could feel the flower in your chest grow and grow until you couldn’t breathe. You pulled away from Peter and coughed up an explosion of flowers, more than you ever had before. Peter backed up a little and watched as the pink petals floated down and landed on your bed. When you finished, the feeling was gone from your chest. You looked up at Peter, who had petals in his hair and on his shoulders. You stared at each other in stunned silence for a minute before cracking a smile.

“Do you need a tissue or some fertilizer or something?” Peter signed, making you laugh even more.

“Can we pretend you didn’t just watch me regurgitate fully grown flowers like the bird from Up?” You signed back with an embarrassed smile.

“First of all, her name is Kevin. And don’t worry about it. I’ve seen worse. Remember your 2013 phase where you wore fedoras and feather earrings with every outfit?”

“Don’t remind me.” You rolled your eyes as you signed back to him.

“Remember your mustache phase? And your fake glasses phase? And those fake glasses you had with a mustache attached on a chain?” Peter went on with a cheeky smile.

“Why did you come in here just to attack me for my past fashion mistakes?” You asked him.

“I’m just trying to distract myself from that fact that we’re basically sitting in your vomit.” Peter signed before gesturing to the flowers in the room.

“It’s nice vomit though. They’re cherry blossoms.”

“Yeah. Cherry blossoms that came from inside your body.” He reminded you.

“And who’s fault is that? Yours. I would’ve have contracted Hannah Montana disease if you loved me back.” You signed with a playful roll of your eyes.

“It’s HanaHaki disease. And I’ve always loved you. I just didn’t realize it yet.” Peter signed back.

“You love me?” You asked with a soft smile.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, loser.” Peter signed back, making you laugh.

“I love you too.” You told him and watched his face light up.

“Obviously. You wouldn’t be throwing up flowers if you just liked me as a friend.” Peter signed before gesturing to the flowers again.

“Actually, I’m beginning to rethink things. I don’t like you anymore. You’re kinda mean.”

“It’s too late. We’re in love now and they’re nothing you can do about it.” Peter signed.

“That’s okay with me.” You signed back. Peter smiled and pulled you by the hand into another kiss. He put his hands on your face as he kissed you, the very hands that you had watched a million times tell you a million different things. When you pulled away, Peter scrunched up his nose as if he tasted something bad.

“What?” You asked him.

“You taste like flowers. And as pretty as they smell, let’s just say there’s a reason people don’t eat flowers.” He signed to you, making you laugh again. You grabbed his face and kissed both of his cheeks from how happy you felt.

“How about I go brush my teeth and we try that again?“ You signed to him.

“Sounds good to me. But minus the sound.” Peter signed back before pointing to his ears. You threw your head back as you laughed and Peter sighed a little, wishing he could hear the sound.

“You know. Because I’m deaf.” He signed just to make you laugh again.

“Oh really? I never noticed that. I thought you were just Italian or something and talked with your hands.”

“Wow. My girlfriend is so funny. And please note that that was sarcastic because it’s hard to convey sarcasm with your hands.” Peter signed to you.

“Not really. You had a very sarcastic expression on.” You signed back with a chuckle. You kissed his cheek again and got off the bed to walk towards the bathroom. You stopped in the doorway and gave Peter a look.

“What?” He wondered.

“You called my your girlfriend.” You signed with a coy smile.

“Yeah. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay. I just didn’t recognize the sign at first. I’ve never seen you use it before.” You told him.

“I’ll be using it a lot more now.” Peter signed as he smiled fondly at you.

“Can you do it again for me?”

“Girlfriend.” He signed before pointing at you and winking.

“It’s cute. I like it.” You signed.

“You’re cute. I like you.”

“I like you too.” You signed back with a happy smile. Peter gave you a knowing look as he picked up some flowers and dropped them on the bed.

“Again,” he signed with a smile, “obviously.”

[justapurrcat]

Peter Parker One Shots

Peter Parker Masterlist

General Masterlist

Things That Look Like Nothing | p.b.p.

Hanahaki!au one shot

Pairing: college!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Status: Completed

Synopsys: As if getting caught up into the cliché trap of falling in love with your best friend and having to watch as he falls for someone else wasn’t enough, the universe has decided to take a step further in punishing you, turning your existence in a not-so-figurative life or death situation. Your closest confident is now the reason behind your pain, your anchor the very thing that’s dragging you down...

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[parkerpeter24]

bloody love . part 4

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ hanahaki!au, angst, fluff too this time 🥰 a happy ending (maybe)

w.c. ➳ 2.2k

summary ➳ maybe. just maybe love doesn’t kill.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

peter knew now. he didn’t know what to do with the information but he knew.

he hoped you didn’t know that he knew. so he walked into the hallway of midtown high as if nothing happened last night.

as if it was another day.

as if his whole world was not collapsing.

you were cautious around him after that night. he noticed it every time the two of you hung out– if that’s what anyone could call it. but he was thankful that you had at least started getting lunch everyday along with him and ned, just like before.

however, you were almost formal. like you didn’t even know him even though he was still the silly boy who bought your favourite milkshake for you and made corny star wars jokes.

“don’t you think it’s a little too cold now for milkshake?” you asked him, almost letting out a laugh as he placed two of the familiar little milkshake cartons in front of you.

“it never stopped you before.” he gave you an almost challenging look, finally breaking your hard exterior, making you let out a small laugh.

ned couldn’t stop the adoring smile that made way to his lips, sitting across from the two of you. peter had told him the detailed account of everything the second he found out you passed up on that surgery. he just couldn’t keep it all in anymore. ned was the saviour he needed then. but now, peter had to kick him under the table, making that smile disappear off his face.

peter hoped you would tell him one day that you decided to not get surgery for your condition. but then again, would he tell you about his?

he wasn’t sure even one bit.

why were feelings so complicated all the time. he wanted to just ask to talk to you in private but everytime he was around you, he could find words scarce. peter parker, the guy who scored perfect a’s in language, found it hard to talk in front of you.

he was thankful that you hadn’t completely pushed him away because some nights he would still visit your balcony, keeping an ear out just in case your mom’s footsteps neared your room, and the two of you would just watch the few visible stars.

it was the little sneeze that made peter wrap his arm securely around your shoulder, “everything okay?”

you rubbed your nose slightly, “i’m sure it was the milkshake.”

you could almost see the outline of his thin lips through his mask as he pressed them together, “i’m sorry, i was kinda second guessing it too.”

“it’s fine.” you shrugged, hoping you wouldn’t catch a cold.

“it was actually stupid of me, to be honest, i’m sorry-”

“it’s fine, peter.” you tried to assure him but he didn’t seem convinced. you could tell by the way he exhaled, the cold air turning it into a small cloud of mist.

“but i-”

“you don’t have to keep apologising.” you added, cutting him off again.

“but i hurt you.” he suddenly let out, voice almost a whisper.”

“so did i, to you.”

peter swore his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. he knew he was bad at keeping a secret but was he this bad? how could you have found out about his condition? he was discreet and it had been some time since he felt his breath clog up due to those goddamn flowers, “-huh?” was all he could let out.

“you know, how i ignored you for so long?” your voice was as soft as his had been a minute ago, “i was a shitty friend to you, not the other way around.”

“that’s not-”

“no, i was selfish.” you looked up at him, finding the same pattern of web-like structure. it was almost disappointing to see his face so close but not actually seeing his face. you took his hand and carefully tugged on it, “let’s go inside.”

peter followed without another word even if he’d wanted to stop you from talking about yourself like that. he took off his mask the second you closed the curtains. thankful that you didn’t have to ask him to do so, you sat onto the edge of your bed and so did he, following persuit.

it was after a few minutes of silence that peter spoke up, finally finding the right words to say, “you did what you had to. i’m not upset.”

“you have every right to be upset…” you stared at the floor, “it’s none of my business if you and gwen-”

“there’s nothing.” peter cut you off, shifting so that he was facing you, his knees brushing against your thigh, “between me and gwen, i mean.”

your eyebrows were pulled together when you looked at him, “i thought…”

“that was the past. i- i didn’t… nothing happened.”

“oh.”

the silence ensued again, the only sounds in the room being the steady breathing of you and peter. you searched your brain for anything else that you could talk about next but nothing came to mind.

“would you like to go to ned’s christmas party with me?” peter mumbled out, breaking the silence once again.

“he’s having a christmas party?” a faint smile came over your features despite the fact that you weren’t already invited to said party, “sounds nice.”

peter smiled in return leaning in to kiss your forehead. you blinked in surprise as his lips lingered over your skin for a second more. not wanting to read too much into it, you pulled back, “uhm... so, it’s getting late.”

you felt the need to hide your face from peter as the warmth spread through your cheeks.

“right.” peter mumbled before he shuffled off your bed and put his mask, “i’ll see you tomorrow?”

“you will.” you confirmed, opening the window for him to climb out.

your gaze followed him until he disappeared into the cold night of new york.

it was half past midnight when peter climbed through his window, into his own room. the first thing he did was call ned. his best friend answered in a groggy voice from just being woken up, “peter? what’s wrong?”

“ned. you need to host a christmas party.”

–––

“she’s heard every michael bublé christmas song ever.” peter grinned as he looked at you, in his overly christmas-y sweater with santa’s laughing face on it. he held a cup of hot chocolate in his hands because ned’s lola wouldn’t let any of you make eggnog.

“they’re just all too good.” you shrugged, sitting down on the couch.

when peter said a christmas party, you thought the house would be filled with people and the smell of baked goods. but when peter opened the door for you, the only lights you could see were the ones in the living room area, above the led tv which showcased the movie “jingle all the way” paused on the screen.

you greeted ned with a hug and gave him the plum cake you mom had made.

the three of you talked and had one too many hot chocolates and before you know it was time to go home and peter was offering to walk you home.

you walked in silence, looking around at the snow glazed grass.

“thanks for inviting me to the christmas party.” you mumbled as you neared your apartment building.

“thanks for coming. it wouldn’t have been a christmas party without you.” peter remarked, making you laugh and nod in agreement.

“actually, without your sweater, it wouldn’t have been a christmas party.” you chuckled, and so did he as he felt you tug at the sleeve of his oversized sweater.

he sighed in what felt like comfort. you looked at his face for a second before your eyes met and peter gulped, finding the courage to utter the next words that he’d been waiting to say the whole evening, “i uh… i-i brought something.”

you could feel the nervousness swimming in his eyes as you nodded for him to show what it was.

peter dug into his pocket and pulled out a small leaf. you eyed the unmistakable plant and then your eyes flickered to the brown ones that were already staring at yours.

“it’s um… a mistletoe plant… well it was a plant, now it’s just a leaf.” he gave out a nervous chuckle, “but we don’t have to-”

the leaf fell onto the tar of the road when peter had to hold onto the back of your neck. your lips were slow against his and his other arm went around your waist when you pushed yourself against him. peter felt the few snowflakes pause in the air as the world stopped– or maybe it was just his breath– but he didn’t waste a second in kissing you back with the same passion.

you pulled back reluctantly, finding yourself on the tip of your toes and breath short. it didn’t matter. nothing else mattered when peter pushed his forehead against yours, making you get back onto your heels.

peter leaned in again, fingers gently digging into the back of your head as he kissed you this time. your arms went around his shoulders as you held onto him. this one was more rushed than the last. his hand at the small of your back, pulling you closer to himself. when peter pulled back this time, he held you like this, looking into your eyes. it seemed as if you two had been slow dancing.

“i missed this.” he mumbled, making you laugh.

“we’ve never done this.”

“i know. that’s what i missed about it.” and he leaned in again, pressing his lips to yours for a third kiss.

you were so thankful that everyone was busy with their families, leaving the road completely empty of cars and passer-bys for you and peter to make out. you probably wouldn’t have found this amount of privacy in your own room, your cousins lounging in it together.

“i should go.” you mumbled quietly, sighing softly as you felt the phone vibrate in your jacket’s pocket, surely your mom’s call.

peter hummed but neither of you moved, “i can join you.”

you held his warm cheeks gently in your gloved hands, “my mom will chase you out of the building.”

“you’re worth it.”

you gave him a soft smile as he finally stood up straighter, though keeping his arm around your waist, “we have a lot to talk about…”

he nodded in agreement, “we do… and i’m ready whenever you are.”

–––

you’d texted him five minutes before you were knocking at his door. it was wednesday, so may was out all day on her hospital shift and it felt like the perfect time to talk to peter. clear up the air between you two and hopefully… kiss him some more.

it started in reverse order.

you had been in his room for all of three seconds before the consequences of not seeing each other for two whole days came up. peter was holding your face gently, his lips pressed to yours as you two shared small kisses. your hands were on his arms as he guided the two of you to sit on the edge of his bed, “god, i missed you.” he mumbled, moving one hand to the back of your neck.

“missed you too.” you kissed him again, pushing gently so the two of you were laying down beside each other.

peter looked into your eyes, running his thumb over your cheek, “i was so stupid. to not see what was in front of me all along.”

you shook your head, “i was more stupid. it would have been fine if i never caught feelings for-”

“y/n, i love you.”

your eyes snapped up to his, a warm feeling was blossoming in your chest, unakin to the other times. these blossoms felt different, “you…”

“i should have said it before. before you went away.”

you looked down at that, not knowing that the brunette already knew what was going through your mind. he held your chin between his thumb and index, making you look at him, and you gulped, “peter i…”

“you never got the surgery.” yet again your eyes snapped up to meet his soft, brown ones, “i heard you… talking to your mom.”

“oh.” was all you could utter, not knowing what else to say, “so then…”

“there’s something you should know too.” peter sighed, cutting you off mid sentence and sitting up, making you follow suit, “i… got it too.”

your eyebrows furrowed, “the flowers?”

he nodded once, closing his eyes.

“when…?”

“months back… same time you left. i didn’t know what to say then.” he sighed, shifting so that he was closer to you again, “i know what to say now. i love you.”

you smiled softly, “you did not just quote star wars.”

“the fact that you remember it makes me love you more.” peter let out a laugh, pressing his forehead against yours.

you leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

“promise me something.”

“what?”

“no more flowers.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[tomhollandfics]

Hi

I hope I’m not bothering but can you maybe make a master list for Peter Parker hanahaki disease au’s please? If you’re not making master lists for Peter then it’s totally okay to ignore this ask🙂🙂

hi! here are some for you - hope that's okay x

Flowers Of Despair - @lazycherri

Flowers - @unbelievableholland

Pink Poison - @you-aremy-sunshine

He Loves Me Not - @welcomethefears

Love Is A Flower - @kodzusken

Et Sanguinem Flos Petalis - @euphoria-parker

Spring Day - @quackeroos

Beautiful Tragedy - @minami97

[imhereandimanunofficialauthor]

Peter Parker x Hanahaki! reader

a/n I’m back! after a really long hiatus- story’s didn’t really come quickly to me- but in any case you have a story here :) I feel like that some people will say “tHeY sEeM tOo cLoSe tO bE jUsT fRiEnDs” I’m just basing this on how I interact with my friends. I also feel like some friends are in that fine line between friends and lovers, which is how I'm with my friends. But for the sake of this story that's how this is going to be in order for feelings to develop soooo…. Tanks for reading :D

word count 4.8k

“(y/n)!” You woke up with a jolt.

“I’d appreciate it if you stayed awake for the lesson.” the teacher said sternly. You just nodded still half asleep. The bell rang and you quickly packed up and bolted out of there.

“(Y/n)! Wait up!” You turned around to see Peter trying to catch up.

“Hurry up Pete!” You run around the corner to Delmar's, seeing Peter coming up behind you.

“You have cash?” he asked me

“No… I thought you brought money.” you looked at him confused.

“Yes, I brought cash,” he said looking for his wallet

“Only enough for me though.” he told you as he pulled out his wallet. You started heading to the nearest alley way. “You get a sandwich then. I’m fine.”

“You know,” you said while looking in your backpack for your suit, “I still don’t get why you leave your backpack here.” He walked up with a sandwich in hand.

“It’s because it gets in the way,” he said while taking off his shirt. “And I don’t need it while I’m on patrol.”

You customized the bottom section of your backpack to house condensed magic weapons. So that’s why you keep it with you. It can only be accessed by you through your magic pulling said weapons out. You hear the familiar sound of the web slingers and see that his backpack is on the wall. You stood up with your suit in your hand.

“I don’t get how you can fit your suit in there.” He pointed towards the orb in your hand with his suit eyes squinting. A small palm sized orb with purple smoke swirling inside it.

“It’s called condensed magic,” you said then smashed the orb on the ground. Purple smoke was shot into the air concealing you. Coughing was heard then the smoke quickly cleared revealing you standing there in your suit. A dark purple skin tight long sleeved top along with black leggings. You zipped up your white cropped hoodie and double tapped your mask to light it up. Your mask was similar to Peter’s except it only covered your eyes. You sling your backpack over your shoulder and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Warn me before you do that.” he said as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Mm…I don't think I will.” Shooting a web he lifts the both of you off to go patrol around the city.

You let go of him and fall to the rooftops and start traveling from roof to roof. Running across the roofs with the wind against your face is one of the best feelings in the world. You keep your gaze on Peter so you don't lose track of him. Glancing at him again you notice him perching on the edge of a building.

“Swinging from building to building compared to running along the rooftops, is tiring huh?” You plop down beside him.

“Not if you’re fit like me.” You could practically see the silly smile on his face.

“It’s been quiet recently.” he softly said. You turned to look at him. His eyes looked down at the city.

“Yeah….It is…” you muttered. He turned to look at you.

“Um.. I was planning... on um- asking Liz out. You know. To homecoming?” You took off your mask and scrunched your eyebrows in confusion.

“I thought that we were going as a group? You know me, you, and Ned, like we planned.” you were confused, that was the agreement you guys had made. It's been the plan for months now.

“Well I mean that- Yeah. But I already talked with Ned and- You know that I like Liz.” He pulled off his mask and was talking quickly.

“I know Pete it's just… I don’t know… I feel like it's always been the three of us.” You stood up and started to pace.

“It's not going to change.” He said as he quickly got up and followed after you. “I’ll just be dating Liz. We’ll still do all the things we normally do.”

He grabbed your wrist and made you look at him. He took you by the shoulders and made eye contact with you. “Nothing. Is going to change. I’ll just be dating Liz. Like I said.”

You rested your forehead against his chest, as he draped his arms around your shoulders. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Positive!”

“Fine,” You shook off his arms and stood up straight to look at him ”Now about asking Liz?”

“Yeah I was wondering if you have any advice?” he smiled sheepishly.

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You were on a call with Peter when you suddenly felt the urge to cough. When you looked in your hand you saw petals.

“What?” you were confused. Why would you be spitting up flowers? “Hey Pete. I’ll call you back later okay?” You hung up and pulled out your sling ring from your pocket and opened a portal to the New York Sanctum.

“Dr. Strange?” you called out.

“Yes?” You jumped. He came floating down behind you. God he came out of nowhere.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just spat up flowers.”

“Mmm. Let’s see.” he led you over to a bookcase. He waved his hand and a book flew out of the book case. The book opened and flipped through its pages before stopping on a page with different flowers on it.

“Hanahaki disease. Born from unrequited love.” he turned the book to you.

“There are only two known ways of removing the flowers. To remove them with this spell. Or to have the love requited.” you read off from the book.

Dr. Strange turned the book back to himself. “If we remove the flowers though, your love for the other person, as well as memories of them will be gone. There’s also no guarantee that the flowers won’t come back.” He looked at you with worried eyes.

“(Y/n).” he said sternly. “We don’t know how long you have. And this spell is also complicated in terms of sorcery.” He closed the book and waved it aside. “You need to tell the person you like and hope they like you back. Or you’ll have to wait for me to make sure I can properly perform the spell.”

“I can’t tell him. He likes someone else.” You thought of the day Peter told you he wants to ask Liz to homecoming.

He sighed. “Then give me a couple of days. I should be able to perform the spell by then.” He was turning to leave when you exclaimed.“No!”

“I- I- don’t want the memories I have to be forgotten.”

“We can’t do anything else (Y/N). If I don't do the spell and you don't tell him you’ll die.”

“I don’t care. If I die because I loved him, I’m okay with it.”

“Fine.” He opened a portal to your home. “Can you at least tell me who it is before you go.”

“Peter Parker.”

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Walking out of the bathroom, after throwing up flowers again, you see Peter and Ned waiting for you.

“You good?” Ned asked, you nodded.

“Good cause I want to watch the movie.” Ned wiggled in his seat getting comfortable. You sat on the couch, beside Peter, trying to keep to yourself. Ned starts the movie as Peter leans a little closer to you and puts his arm around your shoulder. You can feel the flowers start to build up as he scoots closer to you. You try to swallow it back down and enjoy the movie.

The movie ended and you quickly got up to go to the bathroom. You threw up all of the flowers into the toilet and just stared at them.

You didn’t know why this happened now. You didn’t want this to happen. You didn’t want to fall in love with Peter. You didn’t want him to like Liz. You didn’t want any of this to happen at all. All you wanted was to be a helpful mage (if that's even the right word).

Someone that could help people. Someone who wasn’t suffering from hanahaki. Someone who won’t tell their friend that they’re dying because of them. Someone that won’t get the surgery even if it means dying. Someone that-.

But this was your reality. Suffering from hanahaki all because you have a silly little crush over the nerd of the class.

You pushed your face into your palms and tried to steady your breathing. You got out of the bathroom to see Ned and Peter whispering about something.

“Whatcha’ talking about?” you leaned against the door frame with your arms crossed and smiled softly.

“Uhm… Nothing!” Peter quickly blurted out.

“Yeah. Okay. Since when was nothing a topic of discussion?” You walked over and sat beside Ned. “Please. Enlighten me Peter.”

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish with nothing coming out of his mouth. “Well, when you find out please tell me because right now, I need to go home.” you got back up and grabbed your bag, you couldn’t stay there for much longer. “I’ll see you guys at school before the meet.”

The next day the decathlon team was waiting at the bus for Peter to show up and he barely made it. “I’m here!” he shouted as he ran up to the bus. “I’m here..” he knelt over, hands on his knees, catching his breath.

“Took you long enough.” you said.

He didn't even put on his jacket yet. Peter, Ned and you sat in the very back of the bus.

You whispered to Peter “Did you bring your suit?”

“Yeah. I think I did yeah”

When we got to the hotel Peter and Ned shared a room, and you and Mj shared a room. You placed your bags on your bed and face planted on the bed. You spent the time on your phone or working on a new design for your suit. As you were sketching up an idea Peter texted you.

‘Emergency! come to my room’

Below that there was a text from Dr. Strange.

‘I’m prepared to remove the flowers now. If you ever need them removed, come to the Sanctum at once.’

You quickly grabbed your backpack and walked to the door. “Where are you going (Y/n)?” Mj was sitting on her bed facing the door as much as possible, and reading a book.

“Oh I’m just. Uh-”

“Are you going to Peter’s room?”

“...Yes?..” you said hesitantly.

“Okay just don’t come back too late.” She looked back at the book she was reading. “I’ll keep the door open.” You then walked out of the room and went to find Peter’s room. As you were heading up the elevator you saw Peter standing there talking to Liz.

You could feel the petals start to form in your throat. You fell back against the wall of the elevator trying to keep yourself up. The elevator bell dinged and the doors opened. You tried to find a trash can as quickly as you could. You spat up the flowers in the trash can and tried to find Peter’s room. You took a deep breath and wondered why you’re doing this to yourself. You knocked on the door and Peter opened the door and quickly dragged you inside.

“What? What was the emergency?”

“You need to see this.” He dragged you over to Ned where he was looking at something on his laptop. You placed your bag beside the bed and looked at his laptop.

“Baby monitor protocol?” you said stifling a laugh. “Mr. Stark still thinks I’m a kid. When I’m not!” he said while jumping on his bed. “Ned is there anyway you could enable all the functions”

“Pete, I think that he was right for putting the baby monitor protocol.” You gestured to him jumping on the bed. He sighed and came down from the bed.

“You know Mr.Stark right? Can’t you tell him to remove it.”

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Pete, if this is in the code, won’t he know you tried to hack the suit he made for you? And that you asked me to ask him.”

He looked down and sighed. “Yeah- Yeah he will.” he went to sit beside you. The flowers started again.

“I’m sure Ned has some way to disable the baby monitor protocol.” You gestured to Ned who was looking intently at the screen.

“Yep I can who am I if not your man in the chair” He said with his arms raised by his side.

“Don’t ever say that again-” You deadpanned.

“Yeah Ned. I don’t really need a man in the chair-”

“Well anyways that should do it for disabling the baby monitor protocol.” Ned said while tapping the enter key with flair.

“We should go and test it out.” Pete exclaimed to you with stars in his eyes.

“I’m good Pete. I-I need some rest for the meet tomorrow.” You couldn’t stay there for too long. You could feel the flowers start to build up even more in your throat. You needed to spit them up soon.

*Time Skip*

“My friends are up there!” MJ exclaimed.

“Uh- Don’t worry ma’am everything is going to be alright.” Peter then got to work on trying to climb the monument. You tried to follow him but the flowers constricted your lungs. You collapsed to the ground, the air in your lungs gone.

“Lilac!” Peter turned around to make sure you were okay.

“Go! I’ll be fine!” you managed to breath out.

You watched as he climbed the monument. You rolled over onto your back trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t take it anymore. You painfully pulled out the sling ring in your bag. Opening a portal below you, you fell into the New York Sanctum.

With a groan from the fall and the flowers you painfully got up and tried to shout for Strange.

“Dr. Strange!”

“(Y/n)?” you could hear his footsteps as he ran towards you and pulled you up to your feet.

“Take these out of me.” You rasped out as more petals then full flowers fell out of your mouth.

“You know what will happen right?” He was trying to lead you over to the couch.

“JUST TAKE THEM OUT OF ME! I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!” You managed to yell before you hacked out more flowers.

He placed you upon a couch and got to work. The complicated patterns and soft glow of the mystic arts appeared as he worked. You could feel as your lungs slowly started to fill up with air. You couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. With the stress of being a hero, trying to keep the flowers a secret, and making sure they didn’t affect you too much, it took too much out of you. You closed your eyes as Dr. Strange kept working on removing the flowers.

You woke up in a dark void. Confused, you looked around. You saw Peter standing there with Liz.

“What?” You walked over to the two of them but they vanished.

More memories of Peter. The memories of why you fell in love. The memories of him and Liz. Memories of the pain with the flowers. The suffering, all for him. Petals. Then Flowers. Then sometimes flowers with short stems are pulled out from your throat. More and more memories until you realized it was just repeating them over and over again. Then you wondered why you fell in love with him. Then the memory of him swinging through the city with you for the first time appeared.

“I don’t think I’ll get used to this Pete!” You yelled as you buried your face in his neck.

“Well you’re going to have to if we’re going to patrol together.”

You stood there as the memory played. You laughing as you get used to swinging through the city. Peter holding on to your waist, gripping you tightly. The memory faded. All of a sudden all the memories of Peter reappeared.

“What?’ You stood in front of the same memory again but, you didn’t know who that was. You just saw this. Why couldn’t you remember who this was? You knew that they knew you but you couldn’t remember them. You walked around and saw Ned, Liz, and MJ but that same person, you still couldn’t remember. You closed your eyes trying to remember and the next thing you knew you opened your eyes and you were back at the sanctum.

“How do you feel? Feel anything constricting your chest?” Dr. Strange was beside you making sure you were okay.

“I’m pretty fine. Nothing I can feel yet.” You tried to sit up, Dr. Strange was quickly beside you helping you up. Leaning against the arm of the couch you kept an arm around your stomach still feeling the effects of the surgery. Wait, something constricting my chest?

“How about Peter?”

“Who?” you looked at him confused. Who’s Peter? Are you supposed to know this person? If you are, he must not have been that important if you forgot him.

“Okay. I suppose that confirms it.” He stood up.

“I’ll text your parents and tell them that you’re with me. You’ll need that rest.”

“What about school?”

“I’ll excuse you from that as well. I am still a doctor after all.” you cracked a small smile. You closed your eyes again trying to get some rest.

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“Ned!” You saw Ned and a boy you didn’t know, as you were walking up to school. He waved you over and so did the other person.

“Where have you been the past few days?” The boy asked worriedly.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

He looked at you confused. “I’m Peter? I’ve been your friend for years now. We even go on patrol together.”

“Patrol? I go by myself. I don’t have anyone go with me? But you must be the Peter that I’m supposed to give this to.” you rummaged through your backpack, pulled out a note and gave it to the person you now know as Peter. He looked at the note confused but took it anyway.

‘Peter. (y/n) had hanahaki disease.

A supposedly fictional disease that is born from unrequited love. It causes flowers to grow in their lungs, constricting them making them unable to breathe. There were three choices they had.

They could’ve told the person they liked. Had me remove the flowers, which would result in memory loss of the flowers and the person they like. Or die loving.

I’ve removed the flowers as per their wish but with the flowers I’ve removed the memories as well. They were in love with you Peter. I’m sorry if you loved them but at this point there is nothing I can do.

If the flowers start to come back tell me at once.

-Dr. Strange’

He looked up from the note. “You were suffering?”

“I don’t think it was very long. Maybe a couple weeks before the decathlon meet up.”

“What” Peter whispered.

“Are you okay you don’t look so good.” You were worried for this person. You didn’t know what was on that note but whatever was on that note must not have been good, Peter looked like he was going to cry.

“We should go, Ned.” Peter grabbed Ned by his arm and led him off.

“Bye (y/n). See you later!” Ned turned and waved to you.

“Bye Ned!” you waved back.

For the next couple of days you spent your time getting to know Peter again and as you did you fell in love all over again.

The same scenario happened again. You were on a call with Peter when you suddenly felt the urge to cough. When you looked in your hand you saw petals.

“What?” you were confused. Why'd this feel so familiar? and why would you be spitting up flowers? “Hey Pete. Can I call you back later?” He said yes, you hung up and pulled out your sling ring from your pocket and opened a portal to the New York Sanctum.

“Dr. Strange?” you called out

“(y/n)?” you jumped. Wait what? Why did this feel so similar? He came floating down behind you.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me I just threw up flowers.”

“Oh no.” He looked scared. “(Y/N) You need to tell me truthfully.” He grabbed you by your shoulders. “Do you have a crush on Peter?”

“Ye- Yes.” Why would he ask you that? What does that have to do with the flowers? He sighed. He opened a portal to Peter’s apartment.

“Go tell him.”

“What? I can’t tell him. We’re just friends.” Dr. Strange sighed and held out his hand. “Give me your sling ring”

You pulled the sling ring off of your fingers and placed them in his opened palm. “ Why do you need my sling ring?”

“Okay now that you can’t leave, tell him.”

“No. Dr. Strange!” with the wave of his hand the portal flew towards you, closed and you were in Peter's room. You couldn’t see him right away so you decided to sit on his bed and wait for him to come in. As you were waiting you heard the window open. You quickly sat up and saw Peter climbing on the ceiling in his spiderman suit.

“Peter!”

“(Y/n)!” he stood up and you were face to face with him, more or less. He was still on the ceiling.

“Uh Peter you should come down from the ceiling.”

“Oh right!” He got down and pulled off his mask.

“Why- Why- why are you here?”

“Dr. Strange. It’s- it's a long story.” you looked down at your hand fiddling with them, you couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“So is there anything you need?” He looked at you with such a bright smile.

“Uh yes! I- Uh”

“Whatever you need to tell me you know you can right?”

“I know but I remember you telling me that we’ve been friends for so long even though I can't remember it at all, and I don’t want to ruin that with what I’m about to say.”

“Just go ahead and say it, there's nothing that could change our friendship.”

‘Oh Peter if you only know what I’m about to say.’

“I-” tears started to well up in your eyes. You don’t know why you're crying. “I like you Peter.”

His smile dropped and he started to fiddle with his mask. “I’m sorry. (y/n) I- I don't feel the same”

You wiped the tears out of your eyes. “Right. I should go now.” You pulled out your phone and called Dr. Strange. “Take me back Dr. Strange. I’ll need my sling ring too.” a portal opened beside you.

“I guess I'll get going now.” you didn’t wait for his answer before walking through the portal.

“You don’t look too happy.” Dr. Strange held out the sling ring.

You took it and pocketed it. “It didn’t go too well. I’ll be going now. See you Dr. Strange.”

Weeks went by and anyone could tell something was wrong. You were missing class after class and whenever you went in you would wear a hoodie and a mask. In class you would run out of the class coughing. Peter wouldn’t see you running the rooftops like you normally did. You didn’t come to class at all one week, you’d at least come 1 day for even 1 class period.

Tony had gathered all of the avengers as per Dr. Strange’s request. All the avengers gathered and Dr. Strange broke the news.

“(y/n) had hanahaki.” a murmur started. Dr. Strange raised his hand, everyone quieted, and he continued.

“Hanahaki is a supposedly fictional disease. It causes flowers to grow in the victim’s lungs. Eventually the flowers constrict the lungs so much that the person is unable to breath. It stems from unrequited love.” He glanced at Peter when he said the last part.

Tony spoke up. “Well if it stems from unrequited love then why don’t they confess to the person they like and if the person likes them back, the flowers might go away.”

“This isn’t the first time they’ve had hanahaki Tony. The first time I removed them but then they came back. When the flowers are removed the memories of the person and the flowers are too. They fell in love all over again, the flowers came back and they didn’t want me to remove them this time. We tried the confession this time but their crush doesn’t like them back.”

“Wait shouldn’t (y/n) be here to break the news. Not you”

“That's the second part of my news.” he took a deep breath. Peter held his breath, he knew what was about to happen. “(y/n) died to hanahaki.”

“They died to some flowers growing in her lungs?” Tony angrily said. “You knew that was happening and you did nothing about it? You just let them suffer slowly dying because they loved someone that didn’t love them back?”

“If I kept on removing the flowers there’s no guarantee that it wouldn’t come back. I could be removing the flowers for the rest of their life if they didn’t get over their crush or have their love requited.” Dr Strange growled.

“Then you should have kept on doing it! They didn’t have to die for love like this! You should have removed the flowers over and over again even if you're doing it for as long as they live.”

By this point Tony had inched forward towards Dr. Strange and was so close their noses could have touched.

“I’ve asked them time and time again if they wanted the flowers removed. They said no again and again. I didn’t want to remove them without their consent. Their memory would have been lost over and over again. Who knows what could happen in the long run.” Dr. Strange started to tear up.

He wanted to help you and you refused. The first time you had hanahaki, you came in on your last breath, near to death. The second time you never said anything. Dr. Strange asked you over and over again if you wanted the flowers removed. He pleaded you over and over again to get the flowers removed. But every single time you declined. He was there when the flowers came up out of your throat, covered in blood and mucus, with the stems still intact.

The cloak of levitation wiped the tears that had fallen out of Dr. Strange’s eyes. “If I had kept on removing the flowers” his voice was low as he spoke “and they slowly lost more and more of their memory to the point where they don’t know a single thing. That is irreparable damage. I think that is something worse than death for us. We would still have them, but lose what made them themselves. All we would have is a shell of what they used to be.” Dr. Strange shut his eyes tight. He let out a deep breath then made a portal and walked out.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter spoke softly.

“What's up kid?” Tony was standing there looking off in the distance.

“It’s me.” Peter croaked out. His eyes were filled with tears threatening to fall. Tony turned ti look at Peter.

“What?”

“It’s me. Mr. Stark I’m the one they liked.” Tony pulled Peter in for a hug.

“It’s not your fault kid. It's not your fault.”

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Everyone was there at the funeral. All the avengers. The guardians. Ned. Mj. Peter, but he left all of a sudden in the middle of the funeral. He had run off all of a sudden with no explanation. He didn’t come to school for the next couple of days. It wasn’t until Aunt May had come into his room to call for dinner, to at least try and get him out of his room. That’s when she found him on the floor, flowers covering all over the room. She immediately called Tony and told him the news.

Again at the funeral everyone was there. All the Avengers. The guardians. Ned. Mj. The two were buried beside each other. On the anniversary of their deaths the flower that killed (y/n) is placed on Peter’s stone and vice versa on (y/n)’s. It may be morbid but the flowers in their mouths just showed how much they loved each other. Just not at the right time.

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

Hanahaki Disease AU

Word Count:657

Warnings: kinda bad writing, sorry

I know this one is really bad and really doesn’t have too much with it

@abouquetfullof-whoopsie-daisies​ asked for this one! I hope you like it!

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“Hey Peter?” He lifted his head up, “I have a question.”

He sat the pencil he was holding down and smiled, “What’s up?”

“If you had a friend who found out they had Hanahaki Disease, what would you tell them to do?”

“I would tell them to do what they believe is best. Why?”

“Oh! I have a friend you came to me and told me she has it and I have no idea what to tell her.”

“I would also just be there for them. Let them know that no matter what they choose to do I’ll still support them.”

She smiled, “Thanks Peter.”

He nodded, “Of course Y/N.”

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“2 days is the soonest we can do.”

Y/N nodded, “What time?”

“11:30 in the morning. So be here by 9:30. Now, we always suggest that you bring a trusting friend with you so in case anything happens they can help you.”

She nodded, “Yeah, got it.” She slipped off of the bed, “Am I allowed to leave?”

“Yeah, we’ll have you pay for today after you have the procedure.”

“Okay, have a good day doc.”

“You too.”

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Y/N knocked on the door of Peter’s room. “Peter, can we talk?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

She walked in and sat across from his on his bed. “You know how I mentioned that I had a friend who has Hanahaki Disease?”

“Yeah. What about it?” She fiddled with her hands and she felt him take them in his. “You’re the friend, aren’t you?” She silently nodded and he pulled her in, “Y/N, why didn’t you tell me then?”

“I was scared.” She felt him nod.

After a few moment of silence he spoke, “So, what’re you gonna do?”

“2 days is when I’m getting the procedure. MJ is already coming, but I was wondering if you would too?”

“Of course I will! You’re my best friend! What time?”

“11:30 in the morning. I need to be there by 9:30.”

“Then I’ll be there at 9:30 with you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“But I want to. Y/N, you mean so much to me. I want to be there with you.”

She looked at him, “Thanks Peter.”

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Peter bounced his leg up and down. He hated being in Hospital Waiting Rooms. They gave him bad anxiety. So many bad things can happen while you’re in them. Most of the time bad news is given while your in them. “Peter, dude, calm down.”

“I-I can’t! What if something bad happens! What if--”

“Y/N Y/L/N?” Peter practically ran to the Doctor, MJ rolling her eyes while following. “You both for Y/N Y/L/N?” They nodded, “Alright. Everything went well and she’s currently in recovery.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes, you guys can go and see her, she’s in room 329.” They nodded and walked to go and find the room

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It had been a few hours since the procedure and the Y/N had just woke up. “I do wish you would’ve told me who it was.”

Y/N smiled at Peter, “I know you do, but I guess I just didn’t wanna. Anyways, what’s happened?”

“Nothing’s happened since you went back. Besides the fat that I thought Peter was gonna go crazy waiting.”

Y/N laughed at MJ’s comment, “He has never liked Hospitals, so I don’t blame him.”

MJ shrugged, “Never said I didn’t get it. It was just funny.”

“Oh haha, make fun of me all you want, but at least I’m not scared of lawn mowers.”

“Oh wow, you just went there.”

“Yeah, I just went there.”

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Y/N laughed and leaned her head against Peter’s shoulder. She sighed as a sign of contentment. Of course, she was content, she was with Peter. She would always be content with him. But it would never be the same contentment as it was just a week previous. She didn’t care as she still had him and had no recollection of loving him as anything more than a friend.

[mydearesthrry]

philocaly - teaser.

11:06. shouldn't be too late, right? i mean, y/n is always awake, and i think i should tell her. were the first thoughts in peter parker’s mind when he had his first kiss. he was 12 years old, granted, he didn't know what love was, nor how he felt about the girl. now the girl? she's irrelevant now, just some innocent spin the bottle game that happened at his friend flash’s house, she didn't even know his name.

he thought well, she's my best friend, shouldn't she be happy for me? and he knew she would always be supportive over him, maybe not in the way he wanted, though. as he picked up his little iphone 5, he texted his best friend in the whole entire world, he claimed, y/f/n.

peter: y/n/n, guess what?

y/n: what peter? should you be asleep?

peter: yeah, probably, but i had my first kiss!

hello? you there?

y/n???

y/n: peter, this is y/n’s mother, she suddenly started not feeling well, but i'll have her talk to you at school.

peter: oh, okay!

the first sign of her hanahaki was that night when she found out peter kissed another girl that wasn't her. she couldn't stop coughing. her chest starting hurting extremely bad and she felt like she couldn't breathe. she needed a breath of fresh air she never thought she'd get.

her mother knew of hanahaki, but never did she thought that it could happen to her daughter. when y/n arrived at school the next day she was absolutely stoked to see peter. when she ran to him and into his arms she felt happy; safe.

now flash forward six years. y/n and peter are now 16 and 17. they started figuring out what they liked and disliked. and what y/n knew was that she was in love with peter parker. a die hard crush that she knew she’d keep with her.

as for peter, well, he liked michelle jones. a angsty teen, almost the complete opposite of y/n. y/n loved having friends and she was definitely a people person. something that peter admired about y/n. but mj? she was different- new to peter. now of course peter had different crushes. in 8th grade, he was obsessed with ariana grande, but everyone was. in freshmen year, he liked liz allan, a caramel skinned girl who wore skirts and had the smell of the sweetest perfume you could find at victoria secret.

peter parker knew what he liked and disliked. he thought his relationship was y/n was strictly platonic. y/n didn't feel the same. matter of fact, she was so in love with him, she would die if she wasn't with him. hanahaki disease is a disease where the patients lungs will fill up with flowers due to unrequited or one sided love. the patient will soon begin to cough up blood and petals, and the hanahaki can be resolved in some cases; either by surgery, or the antagonist simply falling in love with them.

y/n did not know she had hanahaki whatsoever, until that night where peter told her about his first kiss. and it only got worse as the years go on.

y/n was deathly in love with peter, but he’d never reciprocate that love. he could- he would try, but it's not the same. it has to come to you. you cant just fall in love because you want to. but he needed to teach himself how to love y/n. he had to try.

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tagging mutuals and friends for signal boost: @kelieah @parkeraul @parkersharthook @parkershoodie @cosmicholland :)

[quackeroos]

𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙮 🥀 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Hanahaki!Reader

Status: Incomplete/On-going 

Summary: love is beautiful, but very painful. y/n stark learned this the hard way. now that peter and mj are together, y/n’s hanahaki is eating up the remaining time she has on earth. and as long as peter doesn’t know, she was willing to accept her fate.

Warnings: cursing, blood, angst,

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