#pretend the guy is named Peter and the girl is named mj for all they resemble their personalities at this point

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hoax ~ p.p

chapter nine: the night we met

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At 5:30, after changing your outfit several times and putting on the perfume you were wearing the day you first encountered Peters alter ego, you went downstairs to wait outside your dorm. It was a little early, a lot actually, but you were too anxious to just sit around in your room. You said bye to MJ and promised to text her with updates before you left.

After waiting on the dorm steps for a few minutes, a guy a couple years older than you started walking towards you. You pulled out your phone but kept your eye on him as he got closer and closer. Once he was near you, you turned your back on him and pretended to look busy so that he wouldn’t talk to you.

“Excuse me, are you Y/n L/n?” He said, making you turn around in surprise.

“Um, no. Sorry. Not me.” You smiled tightly and turned around again.

“You’re a friend of Spiderman, aren’t you?” He continued. You froze and started to type out a text to MJ that she needed to come outside. You thought you hit “send”, but you didn’t.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” You played dumb.

“You should probably come with me.” The man said and took a step closer to you. He sounded more concerned than threatening, but you still felt fear.

“I’m waiting for somebody. He’s going to be here any minute. And my roommate knows I’m waiting out here, so.” You said to subtly let the man know that if you went missing, people would know right away.

“No, I know. Spiderman, right? He got held up. But I can take you to him, if you want.” The man said, making you frown.

“Held up where?”

“There was a robbery down the block. He got hurt pretty badly.”

“He got hurt? Where is he?” You asked and put your phone in your back pocket.

“Follow me. I’ll show you.” He said and motioned for you to walk with him. You were so worried about Peter that you took a step forward, then came to your senses.

“I can’t. I’m just going to wait for him here.” You said and took a step back from the man.

“Sweetheart, he’s not coming. But he told me to come get you. He said a girl named Y/n is waiting for him outside her dorm and that I needed to find her so she could help. He said you’ve patched him up before. He described you and everything.” The man replied. The man had known your name and that you’ve patched Peters wounds up in the past, which made you want to believe his story.

“Where did you say he was?” You asked skeptically.

“He’s right down here. Follow me.” The man said. You looked back up at your dorm before sighing and following the man. Something in your gut was telling you to turn around, but you didn’t listen to it. If Peter really was hurt, he needed you to be brave and go find him.

“Go right down there. You won’t be able to miss him.” The man instructed as he pointed ahead of you. You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up but kept walking while the man hung back next to a black van.

“I don’t see anything. Are you sure he didn’t leave?” You asked and turned around.

“He’s there. Use your flashlight. It’s dark.” The man instructed. You pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight to shine it down the alleyway. Your phone was suddenly grabbed out of your hand and smashed onto the ground, rendering it unusable.

Right as your head turned to see who had smashed it, the man slammed his hand over your mouth and wrapped his free arm around your waist. He lifted you up and threw you into the back of his van before slamming the door. When he climbed into the front seat, you opened your mouth to call for help but were instead met with a flashlight to the head that knocked you unconscious.

Back in present time, all your friends were getting your voicemail as their texts went undelivered. A silence settled over the group after a few minutes of failing to get in touch with you. No one wanted to say it, but everyone was imagining a worst case scenario.

“Okay, let’s not freak out. She could’ve just crashed at her parents apartments and turned her phone off.” Kate said to calm every down.

“Without telling any of us?” Gwen said skeptically. Peter rubbed his face with his hands and felt himself getting closer to freaking out by the second.

“We don’t know what happened.” Kate said calmly. “We shouldn’t panic until there is something to panic about.”

“I’ll give you something to panic about.” MJ spoke up. “She left half an hour early because she was so eager to talk to Peter. She fixed her hair a hundred times, changed her clothes, paced the floor, the whole bit. Why would she do all that just to ditch and go to her parents place?”

Everyone was silent as they realized MJ was right. As much as they hoped you were just sleeping through your alarm at your parents place, they all knew that probably wasn’t what happened.

“If she didn’t ditch, where the hell is she?” Gwen asked slowly.

“Hang on. Her location is still on. It says she’s just down the road from her dorm.” Kate said and showed everyone your location on her phone.

“Is she moving?” Gwen asked. Kate looked down at her phone again to check when your location last updated. Everyone watched her face go pale as her eyes slowly looked away.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked.

“It says she hasn’t moved since 5:40 last night.” Kate said quietly.

“You don’t think…” Ned trailed off when everyone gave him a look. All at once, everyone got up from the table and ran out of the building. They all went to your last known location, which was just a block from your dorm. Peter was the first to find your smashed phone on the ground. He picked it up and fell to his knees as he stared blankly ahead.

“This is my fault.” Peter said as his voice cracked.

“Just because she was waiting for you when this happened doesn’t mean it’s your fault.” Gwen said and rubbed Peters back. Peter and Ned made eye contact and Ned nodded his head. Peter then looked at MJ and she did the same.

“It is.” Peter insisted. “I know it is.”

“What do you mean, Peter?” Gwen asked. Peter looked at Ned and MJ one more time before taking a deep breath.

“She was taken because I’m Spiderman.” Peter said finally. “Whoever took her must’ve done it to hurt me.”

“Ohhhhhhh.” Kate and Gwen said in unison as suddenly, everything made sense.

When you woke up, you were sitting in a chair in the back of the black van you had been thrown into. The can wasn’t moving anymore and you could not see the man who took you. You tried to stand up and realized your ankles had been tied to the legs of the chair. You started to panic and looked around for anything within reach that could help you. You didn’t see any weapons, but you did notice that the van had a police radio in the corner. It looked similar enough to the one Peter owned that he had once shown you how to use.

“Oh good. You’re awake.” The man’s voice came from behind you, making you jump.

“You need to let me go.” You said as you turned your head to look at him.

“It’s funny. I didn’t know Spiderman was even allowed to have a girlfriend.” The man chuckled he tightened the restraints around your wrists. Your stomach sank as you realized Peters worst fear had come true. Someone had finally went after you because of your relationship.

“We broke up.” You said quietly and winced from the pain of your throbbing head.

“Yeah, I had a feeling. I gave it some time in case he was just busy destroying other peoples lives, but after two months of not seeing him walk you home, I figured you guys broke up. It was the perfect time to go after you because I knew he wouldn’t be there to protect you.” The man said as he circled around you. You felt a chill go down your spine over what the man was saying. You had no idea you were being watching for that long and wondered what Peter wasn’t going to be there to “protect” you from.

“What do you want with me?” You asked him. The man laughed and bent down in front of you, giving you a better look of his face. He look around late twenties early thirties but was not aging well. His black hair had been combed in a strange way in an attempt to cover up his receding hairline.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” He asked with an angry laugh. You studied his face but shook your head when you were sure you’d never seen him.

“Yeah, didn’t think so.” He sighed in annoyance and started to walk around your chair in a circle.

“My name is Aaron Davis. Five months ago, I was driving down the same road I use everyday to get home from work. Was I going the speed limit? No. I wasn’t. But only ten miles or so above it. You know how strict school zones can be.” Aaron said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “And before you judge me, sweetheart, we both know you haven’t looked at a speed limit sign since your road test, so don’t bother.”

“What does any of that have to do with me?”

“I’m glad you asked.” He smirked and walked over to the wall of the van. Aaron shone his flashlight over a newspaper article that he had taped up. You squinted your eyes to see the headline and felt your stomach sink once you read it.

“Spiderman saves college student from near collision, driver involved arrested.” The headline read. Below the headline was a picture of you in Spider-Man’s arms.

“On my way home that day, you decided to walk into the street without so much as lifting your head from your phone. Before I could slam on my breaks to stop myself from running you over, Spiderman swoops in and stops my car.”

“You were the driver that almost hit me that day?” Your jaw dropped as you stared at the man.

That’s when you noticed that he had just about every article written about the situation taped up on his van wall. There were photos of you were circled in red sharpie. The name of your college was also circled in an article that talked about where the accident happened. In collection with all the articles were photos that you could only assume the man took himself. Photos of you walking home with Peter, photos of you outside your dorm, and photos of just you crossing the street.

“Smart girl. Good job keeping up.” Aaron smirked and patted your cheek. You moved away from him in disgust and gave him a dirty look.

“While you were getting whisked away by Spiderman for the very first time, I was getting my license suspending for speeding. The cops cut my license in half in front of everyone. It was humiliating. But nobody would’ve even noticed what happened if Spiderman hadn’t been there. He made a spectacle of the situation. Even if you had so carelessly walked into the street the way you did, and I slammed on my breaks to stop, we could’ve just apologized to each other and moved on with our lives. But no. Spiderman had to save the day and bring attention to the scene. That’s why the police were called. And if they hadn’t been called, I wouldn’t have lost my license and spent a night in jail. I have a criminal record now because of you two.” Aaron said as he angrily gripped your shoulders. You gasped in surprise at him grabbing you and stared into his eyes. He was shaking with rage and you could tell he had thought long and hard about this situation. But the longer he stared at you, the funnier the situation felt. A laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it and once that one slipped out, you couldn’t stop. You kept your head down so he wouldn’t see that you were cracking up.

“Damn. Not me getting kidnapped and held hostage.” You mumbled.

“What was that?” He asked angrily.

“Nothing. Sorry.” You said through a laugh.

“Are you laughing?” He asked in shock. “You think this is funny?”

“I mean, kinda?” You admitted. “I’m sorry, but that’s the dumbest villain origin story I’ve ever heard. You seriously stalked and kidnapped me because you’re a bad driver and lost your license?”

“I’m not a bad driver. You’re a bad pedestrian!” He snapped. “I have a few DUI’s sure, but who doesn’t? Nearly hitting you was the final straw and if you had bothered to look up for even a second that day, my life would not have gotten ruined.”

“It’s sucks you can’t drive anymore but I don’t really think that can really ruin a life.” You shrugged, only making him madder.

“Oh yeah?” He said mockingly. “Well did you know it was my dads car? And when he saw the damage that Spiderman did to it, he was so mad that he stopped speaking to me. And when my mom found out I was in jail and had to be bailed out, she was so embarrassed that she stopped speaking to me too. So I was out a car and my parents support.”

“Dude, I know like 10 people off the top of my head who don’t have a car and don’t get support from their parents. That’s pretty common and very much not life ruining.” You replied. When Aaron realized you didn’t feel bad for him yet, he grew angrier and more determined to win your sympathy.

“Well did you also know that I had to take the bus to work the next day? Mhm. Yeah, I did. But don’t worry, I never had to do that again because when my boss saw the viral video of Spiderman saving you, he fired me. He said a footage of me nearly killing a college kid wouldn’t reflect well on the company. I lost my job because of you!”

“Whomp, whomp. I take the bus all the time.” You shrugged. “So do a lot of people in New York. And no offense, but I’m on your bosses side there. That video of you speeding was everywhere. How could you expect him to continue to let you work there?”

“Okay, well, if that didn’t impress you, how about this?” He smiled tightly as he lost his patience. “When I went home that day after being fired to get a little sympathy from my girlfriend, she tells me she’s leaving me. Apparently, she didn’t want to date a carless, jobless loser who was all over the Internet and news for nearly killing a sweet little angel like yourself. She kicked me out of our apartment. I had to use my severance pay to buy this rusty old van so I could live in it.”

“You do realize you can just get a new job and a new girlfriend, right? You already got a new car. You should’ve been working on replacing the other things you lost instead of stalking me.”

“No I can’t. And it’s all your fault. No one will hire me because of my criminal record, your fault. And girls won’t date me because when they Google my name, the video comes up. Also your fault.”

“Right. That’s why girls won’t date you.” You mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I said that I’m pretty sure all those things are your fault.” You replied. “I wasn’t the one speeding. Neither was Spiderman. You got yourself in this predicament.”

“No! You got me in this predicament! You didn’t look up when you crossed the street!” He shouted. “And you know what really grinds my gears? How come no one bothered to ask why was the sweet little college kid crossing the street when the walk sign wasn’t on? Everyone took your side without even considering that it was your fault I almost hit you in the first place.”

You stared at him for a minute after his little outburst and started to laugh again. You held it in as best as you could but you found the whole situation too silly to be serious.

“I’m sorry, but I have never seen someone so passionate about a walk sign.” You laughed.

“You ruined my life!” He screeched. “You crossed the street that day without looking both ways and it ruined my life. And when I finally get a hold of you to confront you, you laugh in my face?”

“Okay, look, I’m sorry I didn’t look both ways that way.” You said sincerely. “But holding me hostage isn’t going to get your job or your parents or girlfriend back. It’s just going to get you into more trouble.”

“No it’s not. Because I’m not going to get caught.” He said with a smug smile. You dropped your smile and felt chills go down your spine.

“Get caught doing what?” You asked quietly.

“You know, you were so easy to track down. You’re really not observant, are you? Every time you took those walks with Spiderman, I followed you. I learned all the details I needed to know. When your classes ended, where you lived, where you liked to hang out. You were always too wrapped up with your little boyfriend to notice me. And even after you guys broke up and he stopped walking you home, you still never looked around. You put your headphones in and kept your head down. Some days, I was right beside you and you never even noticed.”

“Oh God.” You whispered and felt the fear creep back in. You no longer found the situation funny. You assumed Aaron was just some crazy daddy’s boy who wanted to scare you but wasn’t actually going to do anything. But now, you feared he was capable of much worse. Aaron noticed you had lost your sense of humor and smirked. He gripped your shoulders and bent down to stare you in the face.

“The other day, I saw you crossing the street without looking up. The walk sign wasn’t on but you still went. That’s when I knew you hadn’t learned your lesson, and it was my job to teach it to you.” He said with an eerie smile.

“Don’t you think this is a little extreme over a walk sign?” You laughed nervously.

“It’s not about the walk sign. This is about you ruining my life and getting away with it. Why should you get to be happy when I’m not? Why should you get to be in a happy relationship with the guy who helped you ruin my life?”

“But I’m not happy. I’m not even dating him anymore.” You desperately reminded him.

“But you were. And it’s both of your faults that I lost everything.”

“Then why didn’t you take him too?” You wondered.

“Do I look like someone who knows how to kidnap Spiderman?” Aaron asked you, making you stifle a laugh. He was three times smaller than Peter and clearly did not stand a chance against him.

“I guess not.” You answered honestly.

“You were the easy target.” He shrugged. “And I need you in order to ruin Spider-Man’s life.”

“Why? What are you planning to do?” You asked as Aaron walked over to his wall of articles. He tapped one of them before letting out a short laugh.

“You know what I’m wondering? How come I never saw you with another guy? I’ve been watching you for months now, sweetheart. I saw you with Spiderman every night but never any regular guys. Didn’t you ever go out with him when he wasn’t in the costume?”

“No.” You lied. “I never knew who he was under the mask.”

“What?” He asked skeptically. “There’s no way. You had to have known.”

“Nope. I never did. If I knew him, you would’ve seen me with him, wouldn’t you?” You tried to use logic to make him believe you even though you very much knew who was under the mask.

“Maybe.” Aaron agreed. “Or maybe he’s just really good at keeping his identity a secret.”

You gulped and looked away as Aaron got closer to you. He cupped your chin and made you look at him.

“Are you good at keeping secrets?” He asked you.

“I’m gonna keep it real with you. No.” You answered honestly. Aaron smirked and went back over to his wall.

“This is what’s going to happen. An eye for an eye, okay? You ruined my life, so I’m going to ruin you and your boyfriends life.“

“How?”

“All that vigilante shit your boyfriend does is illegal. Did you know that?”

“Did you mean to quote Taylor Swift just now or was that an acci-“

You were cut off by a sharp smack to the face. You gasped after not expecting him to actually hurt you.

“In the state of New York, it is illegal to act as law enforcement without legal authority to do so. And I’m willing to bet your boyfriend never got authorized to swing around in his little tights and shoot webs at people.”

“Wow, that’s really interesting.” You said sarcastically. “Do you know what else is illegal? Speeding, kidnapping, holding someone against their will, stalking-“

“Shut up and let me talk.” He whined and stamped his feet like a little kid. He then ran his hands through his comb over and sighed.

“If I expose his identity to the world, he will be arrested for his vigilanteism and get thrown in jail with all the guys he put in there. And those guys are big, mean, and have nothing left to lose. Without his stupid costume or fancy webs, he won’t last a day. I’ll get my revenge without lifting a finger. And his life will be ruined the way he ruined mine.”

“And you built this master plan off the assumption I know his identity? Because I don’t.”

“I know you know.“ He snapped.

“Nope. We broke up because of he wouldn’t tell me who he was.” You lied to him.

“Why are you still protecting him?” Aaron asked you. “He doesn’t care about you. You’ve been missing for over 12 hours now and no one has looked for you. I bet he’s off somewhere right now and you’re not even on his mind.”

Elsewhere, you were the only thing on Peters mind. He was exercising every possibly resource he could think of to find you.

“She was here. Her footprints end here. That means she was either carried off by a massive bird or someone threw her in a van.” Tony said as he scanned the sidewalk Peter had brought him to. Your friends were standing back in awe and watching Iron Man and Peter, now clad in his suit, work the case.

“Exposing his identity will ruin his life but what about me? I did just as much damage, didn’t I? How will you ruin me?” You asked to change the subject before he grilled you too hard.

“Don’t worry. I have special plans for you.” Aaron said and rubbed his hands together. “Once I expose Spider-Man’s identity, you and I are going to take a drive in this very van. You’re going to go 100 miles in a school zone. And when the police pull you over, you’ll get charged with speeding, stealing my car, and being an accessory to the illegal vigilanteism Spiderman was conducting. That’s a whole lot of jail time, college kid. Your life will be ruined before it begins. You will lose the scholarship I know you have, get kicked out of school, become a disgrace to your parents just like I did, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll start turning your head when you cross the street.”

The van was silent as Aaron’s plan set in. He stared at you and waited for you to beg for mercy or comment on how great of a plan that was. Instead, you blew a raspberry before cracking up. His jaw dropped as you threw your head back laughing.

“That’s your plan? Grand theft auto? That’s the stupidest fucking plan I have ever heard. Oh my God. I’m dead. You cannot be serious.”

“I’m dead serious.” Aaron said as he pressed a gun to your forehead. All your laughter ceased immediately.

“You’re sure the car went this way?” Peter asked into the intercom as he swung behind Tony.

“Tire marks are for sure heading this way. It looks like whoever took her drives one of those cars with four back tires.” Tony replied and continued flying along the tire tracks that Aaron’s car had left.

“I hate those cars.” Peter grumped. “They’re so wide.”

“Bad news, kid. The tire tracks stop here. He must’ve stopped speeding.” Tony said and landed on the street. Peter landed as well and sat down in defeat.

“What do we do?” He asked desperately.

Back in the van, after going back and forth for several minutes about Spidermans identity, you managed to convince Aaron that you really didn’t know it. He was starting to spiral now that his plan was going the way he imagined and slowly became more unhinged. You’d seen enough episodes of Criminal Minds to know that once the unsub started to spiral, they also started to make careless mistakes. And once he started making mistakes, you had a better shot of freeing yourself.

After giving up on exposing Spiderman first, Aaron left you in the back of the van and drove to a school zone so that he could execute the second part of his plan. You could see the top of his head through a tiny window at the top of the van wall and decided to execute your plan as well.

“Fuck this.” You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself backwards as hard as you could. The chair fell back and broke under you, just like you’d seen the the movies. You were able to slip your ankles out of the rope he had tied around them now that the chair was broken but you had no way of freeing your arms. You quietly got up and went over the the police radio you had spotted before. Next to it was a pad of paper that had the time and location of multiple Spiderman sightings written down.

“Weirdo.” You mumbled before biting the cord and pulling it so that the speaker part came loose. You pressed a random button with your nose and heard feedback come through.

“Peter?” You asked into it.

“Nah, this is Big Larry.” Some guy answered.

“Damn it. A trucker.” You whispered to yourself and pressed another button.

“Peter?” You asked again.

“I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come-“

“Not who I need right now.” You sighed and pressed another button. “Peter? Is that you?”

“Y/n? Is that you?” Peters voice whispered through the radio.

“It’s me.”

“Oh my God! Hi honey!” Peter said excitedly. “I mean, Y/n. Sorry. Oh my God. Mr. Stark, I got her! She’s on the radio. Oh my God, I’m so happy to hear your voice. I’m so glad you’re okay. I’ve been looking for you all day. Iron Man is helping me. Don’t worry. We’re gonna get to you soon, okay? I’m not gonna let anything bad happen to you. Unless something had already happened. Then I’m really sorry and I’m gonna kill whoever did it. That’s a joke. Not really. I’m actually gonna kill them. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. I just need to get out of here.”

“Ask her where she is.” Tony instructed.

“Right. Good call. Where are you?” Peter asked you.

“I’m in some big ass black van.” You told him. “But we’re moving. He said he was going to take me to a school zone.”

“A school zone? Why?”

“Because the guy who took me wants to expose your identity and he wants me to get arrested for speeding.” You explained.

“Arrested for speeding? What? Why?” Peter laughed at the strange plan.

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when you get me. Can you look this guy up? His name is Aaron Davis. He said he had a criminal record so his information should be online. He moved so his address isn’t accurate but his phone number should be the same. Look for schools in his old area code because he’s probably taking me to one near where he used to live.” You said into the radio. Peter and Tony were silent for a moment and they processed what you were saying.

“Did your girlfriend just solve her own disappearance?” Tony asked. Peter smiled proudly and nodded his head.

“Yeah, she did. Are you looking for schools in his area code?” Peter asked Tony.

“Yep. And I’m only seeing once. Let’s move.”

“Honey, I’ll be right there, okay? We’re on our way. Hang tight.” Peter said into the radio.

“See you soon.” You whispered just as the van came to a stop. You quickly put the radio down and got up off the floor. The doors to the van flew open and Aaron was standing there with his gun in his hand.

“You broke my chair?” He asked angrily.

“It was an accident.” You lied. “You were driving too fast. I hit the wall when you turned the corner and it broke.”

“Are you using my radio?” He asked and pointed to the police radio. You looked down at it and quickly shook your head.

“No.” You said as your eyes darted to the side. Aaron didn’t like that answer and slowly made his way towards you.

“So you use my radio without asking permission and you break my only chair? And then lie to me about it? I can wipe down the radio, but what am I supposed to do about the chair?”

“I’ll buy you another one.” Peter said from behind him, making Aaron turn around in surprise.

“What? Spiderman?! How did you find us?” Aaron asked just as Tony dropped down beside Peter.

“Your wide ass car.” Tony replied before blasting Aaron in the chest. The gun flew into the air as Aaron’s body went limp, so Peter shot a web at it and stuck it to the wall. He then ran to you and untied you with ease.

“Are you okay? Did he touch you? If he hurt you, he’s a deadman.” Peter said as he cupped your face to inspect it for any cuts. He found the wound on your forehead from getting hit with the flashlight and nearly activated Instant Kill. Once your arms were free, you threw them around Peters neck and hugged him tightly. Peter hugged you back and let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m okay. I swear. He smacked me and hit me with a flashlight but it wasn’t so bad. He’s just really weird and obsessed with the walk sign.” You said into his ear.

“Wait, what?” Peter asked as he snapped out of it.

“I’ll tell you later.” You replied as Peter helped you stand up. Tony had been listened to your conversation and slowly turned to Aaron.

“You smacked that little girl?” Tony asked and pointed over his shoulder at you.

“She was laughing at me.” Aaron weakly defended himself. Tony grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him off the ground.

“You think it’s okay to smack girls? How about I smack you into the next borough? How about that? Better yet, I’ll smack you all the way into Long Island. Maybe that will teach you not to put your hands on women.” Tony threatened.

“No, please.” Aaron whimpered. “Long Island is disgusting.”

“So true.” You agreed.

The police arrived on the scene just in time and Tony turned Aaron over to them. Peter helped you out of the back of the van and brought you over to the ambulance. He sat beside you on the back of the ambulance rig as you got your injuries checked out.

“No! Why should you be happy? You don’t deserve it.” Aaron shouted at you and Peter as he was shoved into the back of a police car.

“Seriously, who is this guy?” Peter wondered and slung a protective arm around you to block you from Aaron’s view.

“Remember when I almost got hit by a car on the day we “met”?” You reminded Peter. Peters eyes widened and he looked at Aaron again when he realized what you were saying.

“No way. That’s the guy who took you? Talk about a callback.” Peter chuckled in disbelief.

“I know, right? Who would’ve guessed?” You laughed as well and leaned into him. It felt good to be with Peter after two months without him, and you especially needed it now. You snuggled into his side as Tony approached you.

“Glad your girlfriend is safe, kid. And don’t worry, that guy won’t be bothering you again. I asked my team to install some more security cameras around your dorm so you don’t have anymore middle aged weirdos hanging around it. And if you agree, I’d like to place a tracker in your phone. Just for emergencies. I don’t think something like this will happen again, but I think it would make me and Peter rest a lot easier if we had a way to know you were safe.” Tony said as he warmly shook your hand. You smiled in appreciation and nodded.

“That’s totally fine.” You told him.

“Thanks a bunch, kid. And Peter mentioned your phone got smashed so take this one. It’s a Stark original. And it already has a tracker in it.” Tony said as he handed you a new phone. You lit up in surprise and graciously accepted the phone.

“All my favorite songs are on here.” You smiled happily when you realized.

“Yeah. He talks about you a lot.” Tony said and nodded towards Peter. You looked at Peter fondly before wrapped your arm around him.

“Thank you, Mr. Iron Man sir.”

“Anytime. I’ll leave you guys to it.” Tony winked at you before closing the helmet of his suit and flew away.

“You got Iron Man to come rescue me?” You asked and playfully punched Peters arm.

“I had to pull out the big guns.” He smiled shyly under his mask. You wanted to pull the mask off and kiss him, but the police interrupted you.

“Hi, miss. We need your statement.” An officer said to you. You nodded and explained the story from start to finish.

“Basically, he was just really corny.” You said once you finished explaining what happened.

“You haven’t seen the last of me. I’ll be back. I always come back.” Aaron called out the cop car window.

“What kind of cartoony ass villain is this?” Peter whispered to you, making you laugh.

“I think he’s trying to have a cool exit.”

“You’ll rue this day! You hear me? You’ll rue it!” Aaron shouted at you as the police car took him back to jail.

“Rue? What show is that from?” Peter gasped when he heard the familiar phrase.

“Icarly.” You laughed and leaned into him.

“Right.” He nodded. You let your legs swing as you sat in comfortable silence. A doctor came by to stitch up your forehead and Peter held your hand the whole time. You were numbed, so it didn’t even hurt, but he still wanted to do it.

“Sorry I didn’t correct Mr. Stark when he called you my girlfriend.” Peter said quietly.

“It’s all right.” You shrugged. “That reminds me. We still need to talk.”

“Yeah. You stood me up last time.” Peter teased, making you playfully smack his arm.

“Sorry.” You said sarcastically. “I was a little busy.”

“It’s okay. I guess.” He humored you. You both laughed and when the laughter died down, you were left looking at each other. Neither of you felt that painful longing for the other anymore. Now it just felt easy to be near the other.

“Can you walk me back to my dorm? I need a thousand showers.” You said and rubbing your aching head.

“Walk?” Peter questioned.

You smiled when you picked up on what he was saying and wrapped your arms around his neck. Peter then swung you back to your dorm in his arms, just like what you used to fantasize about.

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Clone of Mischief: Spider Trio x Loki Clone child reader part 3.

Three weeks passed since the spider Trio found you and they along with may love you dearly but humanity’s hero’s are not happy.

It's been three weeks since the spider trio found Y/N.

They've took her shopping but her most favorite store is hot topic, where she got graphic T-shirts, hoodies, cosplay jackets, accessories, funko pops, and posters, they found out she is Loki's clone and that she has all his powers, she's even a great prankster, heck they even found out that the necklace she had gave her the ability to transform, which they decided to test out.

"All right Y/N let's try this out!" Peter said as Y/N nodded and put on the necklace but as she did a Chibi like being wearing a green and silver jester suite came out.

(Did a last minute name change) "hello I'm Jolly, I'm a Kwami" the trio was stunned "like from Miraculous Ladybug and cat Noir?" Peter asked "what's that?" Jolly asked "never mind that anyways Y/N you just gotta say this to transform Jolly do your trick and to undo the transformation say Jolly no tricks." Y/N nodded and did as told "Jolly do your trick." she was engulfed by a bright green light and turned into a jester themed hero with a scepter that has a crescent moon on top of it shooting ice (image above pretend the moon is shooting ice) and a few gag pranks on her utility belt.

The Spider trio was amazed "this is." Peter started "AWESOME." all three of them said Y/N was equally amazed from it "This is so cool." She said excitedly but MJ intervene "yeah but we have to help her control her powers and be carful not to let SHIELD get her, who knows what they'll do to her." everyone agreed "ohh let's test out her powers." Ned said.

At night:

The spider Trio took Y/N on her first patrol (not without Aunt May's approval). They stopped Muggins, robberies, and shoplifters they even saved people from a burning apartment building "I'm Crystal Morts here with you live that a new hero has helped the spider trio save people from a burning building, Tell us what is your hero name?" Y/N put a lot of thought into it "Kid Trickster." Y/N said "and there we have it folks we have not one, not two, not three, but four hero's helping the little guy, this is Crystal Morts signing out." After the news left the four young hero's left "you did great kid Trickster." Scarlett spider praised. Y/N smiled "thank you Scarlett spider." as they praised each other Spider man and Silk were freaking out "You don't think the Avengers saw the news, do you?" Silk asked "let's hope not Mr Stark may be old school, but he's not that old." Spider man said with terror.

At Avengers tower:

Unaware of the humanities greatest hero’s are in the living room of Avengers tower watching the news with not so pleased faces "Those kids are gonna get it tomorrow!" Tony Stark said furiously as the others nodded in agreement as well as Nick Furry after seeing the news and the video fead of the trio saving the same girl from the underground HYDRA base.

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Could you do a fic where Peter 1 meets the Harry of his universe and talks to Peter 2&3 about it maybe Mary Janes also there

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Maybe he meets Peter twos Harry if he survived this time since Norman was cured

“Petey! We were just wondering when you’d get back. How’d it go?” Peter Three piped up as soon as Peter One came through the door. “Did you tell her? Are you and your MJ back on?”

“Uh…no, sorry,” Peter One murmured, though despite his failure, he didn’t look as dejected as usual. He looked more pensive, unsure. “I got kind of, uh…sidetracked.”

“Now where have I heard that one before?” Mary Jane chuckled ruefully with a nudge of her elbow against Peter Two, who couldn’t help but blush. “Well, how was she anyway? Did it seem like Michelle was doing okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I think so, but I didn’t actually get to talk to her. Like I said, I got distracted. There was someone else there.”

Peter Three winced in anticipation. “Oof, not an ex, I hope. You know you can’t trust that Liz Allan girl. Selling you out to the tabloids as soon the world saw your face is 100% not rebound material.”

“No, no, it wasn’t even anybody I knew before,” Peter admitted. “Actually, I think it was somebody you guys knew. There was a long line, he was in front of me and I happened to see the game he was playing on his phone. It’s a hidden object game where you look for clues to solve parts of an overarching mystery and—well, never mind that part. I had already played the scene he was on and he couldn’t find a couple of the clues so I pointed them out. After that he wanted my help with the next few puzzles.”

“And being the gold-hearted giver that you always are, you couldn’t say no?” Peter Three predicted.

Normally Peter One would have taken that as a compliment but his smile was more like a grimace. “Yeah, well, I sat with him, just talking and playing. We even joined each other’s in-game teams so we could gift each other advantages. It was all fine and normal, it was fun! I haven’t had that much fun with anybody but you guys since…since Ned.”

“Peter, if you feel like you’re ‘replacing’ Ned, please don’t,” Two chided gently. “You’re allowed to make new friends while you’re still figuring out how to talk to him.”

“That’s exactly what I was trying to tell myself but…then MJ called out the guy’s order.” He fidgeted, glancing meaningfully between his brothers. “Harry Osborn.”

Peter Two stiffened, Mary Jane lost a bit of color in her face and Peter Three shot upright on his cot. “What?”

“Yeah. Apparently he exists in my universe too. When I heard his name, I had no idea what to think.” Lips pursing, Peter One shook his head in frustration. “I-I kind of still don’t. He seems nice but I don’t exactly have the best track record, trusting ‘nice’ people. It just seems like none of us can make a good friend, a real friend without it getting ruined. Just look at Mysterio—and what about everything the Harry Osborns did in your worlds? I couldn’t just sit with that and pretend to stay cool so while he was up at the counter getting his drink, I booked it outta there.”

“You ditched him?” Mary Jane couldn’t help but sound a little dismayed.

“I know, not my proudest moment. Now he’s messaging me in the team group chat asking what happened and I have no idea what to say. How can I talk to him again? This guy who supposedly called himself your best friend, he tried to kill you both!”

“Yeah, but…I don’t know, maybe this one could be different?” Peter Three suggested tentatively. Peter One could only sigh.

“Come on, we’re three-for-three on being Spider-Man. Who’s to say Harry Osborn wouldn’t be three-for-three on betraying us if I let him get anywhere near me?”

Peter Two shared an unreadable glance with his MJ before shaking his head. “What do you want us to say, Peter?”

“Well, would you trust him?”

“You know I can’t really answer that. We only know the Harry from our worlds and neither of them was this one. I don’t know what it means that you crossed paths with him, Pete, but…if he’s nice, if you think you might make good friends, you could give it a shot. I regret what happened between me and my world’s Harry every day. For all we know, this could be the universe where Peter Parker and Harry Osborn become friends and stay friends.”

“But what if it isn’t? What if he’s exactly the same?”

“We’re all Peter Parker, we’re all Spider-Man,” Peter Three allowed, “but are we all exactly alike?”

“…No.”

“Right. Brown eyes, brown eyes, blue eyes. Curly hair, straight hair, short hair. You wouldn’t jump to judge Peter Parker’s books by their covers when we don’t even have the same covers.”

“I’m one of the multiverse’s MJs just as much as Michelle is,” Mary Jane added, “and our lives couldn’t be more different if we tried. The fact that you started with a Ned Leeds as your best friend and not a Harry at all means that this Harry’s relationship with Peter Parker has already diverged from the others. So why don’t you want to give it a try?”

Peter One swayed uncertainly, unable to quite meet their eyes. “I guess I just…don’t want to get hurt again…”

“That’s the risk we take with every relationship,” Peter Two murmured, MJ snuggling deeper into his side.

“That’s the risk I took when I told you guys I loved you,” Three concurred, a small, rueful laugh escaping him. “All you said back then was ‘Thank you’ and yet look at us now!”

“If you genuinely don’t want to talk to him again, you don’t have to. But we don’t want you to miss out on something that could be good because of our pasts. We want better things for you.”

Peter One found himself hard-pressed to swallow the tightness that surfaced in his throat. That sentiment seemed to be a multiversal constant.

I just wanted to be like you.

And I wanted you to be better.

Maybe…this would be a chance to prove that he could be.

[beautifulbuckys]

Perfume Allergy (Peter Parker x Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oof. This was going to be a long flight.

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

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

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

It took a long minute before Peter accepted. 

23F: Hello?

24F: Hi…is this perfume allergy Peter?

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

23F: Ugh, you heard that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

23F: You never told me your name. 

24F: I’m a woman of mystery. 

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

23F: Wanna play 20 questions?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your smile never faded, “Water, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He rolled his dark caramel-colored eyes. 

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

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

“Already did.”

“But it’s complimentary?” 

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

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

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

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

“I want your phone number.”

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

[watchmegetobsessed]

Hey Daddy - Bucky Barnes

a/n: so this one is a little more... lighthearted? idk but it was based on THIS request!

pairing: Bucky X Reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: You join Peter and his friends for a game of Truth Or Dare but you wish you stayed in your room when MJ challenges you to do a task that will definitely out your secret relationship with Bucky.

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You totally forgot Peter would have his friends over for the night, so you’re slightly surprised when you find him with Ned and MJ in the kitchen, but it’s a pleasant one. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him, being the youngest of the adults in the tower, you developed a great friendship with the youngster and his friends.

“Oh, hello guys! Good to see you again!” you beam at the three of them, Ned greeting you with a little wave and a stunned smile on his face. Peter has recently revealed that Ned might have a tiny crush on you, which you find cute. Though you’re more than a decade older than him, you find it endearing he is crushing on you out of all the amazing women on the team.

MJ nods in your way as she munches on her sandwich, if you didn’t know her better you’d think she is annoyed by you judging by the look on her face, but you’ve learned by now that this is her default expression, almost a happy one.

“Hi Y/N!” Peter greets you smiling. “How was your day?” he asks lightly. He is such a good kid, knows his manners and cares so much for others. The men in the tower like to tease him about his soft behavior, but you think it’s such a great trait.

“A little tiring. Training kicked my ass today, but it was fine. What are you guys up to?” you ask, grabbing yourself a canned soda from the fridge.

“MJ wants to play truth or dare, but only because she wants to make us do embarrassing stuff,” Peter huffs looking at the girl who just smiles with a shrug.

“Oh, I love that game! Used to play it a lot at parties too!” you smirk, remembering the times you played with your friends in the basement of your mom’s house.

“You want to play with us?” MJ offers.

“If you don’t mind…”

“Not at all!” Peter smiles, happy to have another person join their little group. Glancing at Ned you see that he is now blushing, the tip of his ears turning red as he keeps his eyes fixed on the screen of his phone. Poor kid will have to learn how to function around women sooner or later.

The game starts out quite innocent, it’s not even the wild version where you’re drinking, though it popped into your head to pour yourself some wine. But then you decided to keep it PG rated for the kids’ sake.

But as more and more rounds go down, the tasks and questions are getting a little… spicy. When MJ turns to you and asks you the question of the game and you answer before you could even think about it, you know you are in trouble.

“Dare,” you answer and want to take it back right away, but you don’t want to look like such a pussy. But then MJ smirks at you devilishly and you consider just walking out before she ruins your whole life.

“Alright, text all the other Avengers ‘Hey Daddy’ and read the responses out loud.”

The boys gasp as you press your lips into a thin line, knowing well it won’t end good on your side. Especially because there is one person whose response you would rather not read out loud.

You’ve been close to Bucky since day one and though you both were a little ignorant towards your feelings, a few months ago you finally moved your relationship a little further than just being friends. However you both agreed it’s better kept as a secret, at least until you figure out where you really want to head together as a couple.

Now, if you text that message to Bucky there’s no way he won’t write back something that would bust your asses right away, but you can’t back out now, you can only hope he is busy doing something else and won’t pay attention to his phone.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket you lean onto the kitchen island as the kids start cheering for you being a badass and accepting the task.

“Just hey daddy, that’s all?” you ask as you open your contacts.

“Maybe add a winking face,” Ned suggests and you shoot him a glare that immediately turns his face red as he shuts his mouth.

“The winking face is a good idea,” MJ nods.

“Thanks, Ned,” you mumble under your breath as you start opening the text threads, sending them all the same message. Tony, Nat, Steve, Banner, Clint, Sam, Strange, even Rhodey and at the end of the list… Bucky.

“And what, now we wait?” Peter asks.

“Place the phone here so we see when you get a reply and you’ll read them, we can move on until then,” MJ tells you, bossing you around like you’re not even a highly trained special agent who could take her out in a blink of an eye.

The first reply comes from Nat who just asks if you’re drunk. Then comes Banner, who sounds offended that you think he could be your father, totally missing the point of the text. Tony teases you about always knowing you had a thing for him, Steve kindly tells you he only sees you as a sister, Clint just reads the text and doesn’t reply. Sam just sends a simple “control yourself” message back while Strange threatens you to block you if you send another text like this again. Rhodey doesn’t even reads it.

You start to feel relieved when about twenty minutes pass by and no reply comes from Bucky. The game moves on and you almost start to forget about the whole task when your phone lights up again and your breathing hitches when you see Bucky’s name appear on the screen.

“Oh, another reply!” MJ beams as she urges you to unlock the phone and read the reply. When you do so and see his text, you almost just hop off the stool and run out of the kitchen. You consider saying something else, pretending like he didn’t write what he did, but MJ doesn’t take the bullshit and her patience runs short so she simply snatches your phone out of your hand and reads the text herself.

“I specifically remember you saying you’re not into that stuff. What else are you keeping from me about our sex life?”

You let out a long and tired sigh as the room falls silent and they all just stare at you in confusion before MJ slowly slides the phone back to you.

“Our sex life? There’s… there’s a you and Bucky?” Peter asks quietly, not sure what to do with the new information. An anxious chuckle slips from between your lips as you try to find a way to get yourself out of this massive trouble, but nothing comes to your mind. You’ve fought aliens, assassins, you were captured, tortured, went on a hundred mission in your life, yet now three kids defeated you with a game of Truth or Dare.

“Well, um… It’s a funny story, you know—I don’t… fuck,” you mumble, scratching the back of your neck.

“Are you like… together or is it just a friends with benefits thing?” MJ question, shooting you a curious look.

You don’t get to answer, because just as you are about to open your mouth, the man in talk walks in, a puzzled look on his face, phone in his hand, probably still dwelling on your latest message. His eyes spot you first, but then he realizes that you’re not alone and he freezes. It’s not that Bucky doesn’t like Peter or his friends, he just feels so far away from people these days, let alone teenagers who are about a century younger than him.

“Oh,” he breathes out, slowly walking closer to you. “Hello guys,” he murmurs shyly, trying to put the picture together as his eyes fall back to you and he sees how uncomfortable you are. Before he could get another word out, MJ speaks up and just as always, her raw style doesn’t disappoint any of you.

“Don’t worry, your girlfriend is not really into the Daddy stuff.”

You almost choke on your own breath as you turn to shoot her a glare, your hand moving to grab Bucky’s arm gently, sensing him growing more and more anxious with each second.

“MJ, I don’t think Sergeant Barnes is the right person to joke around with,” Ned mumbles, avoiding to even look at Bucky as you let out an airy chuckle.

“G-Girlfriend? We are not—“ Bucky starts, but you cut him off.

“No use to deny, Buck. They know it.”

Bucky huffs, closing his eyes for a moment before he moves closer to you, his hand coming to rest on your lower back. Despite the absurdity of the situation, this small little gesture makes your heart pitter-patter in your chest.

“Is there any chance this could stay between us, kids?” you ask with a charming smile, turning to the three troublemakers.

“I don’t know, what do we get out of keeping it a secret?” Peter purses his lips, pretending to have the higher ground, but you already know what’s about to come.

Bucky’s vibranium arm snaps to the counter top as he shoots a death glare over to the poor kid and though he definitely looks like he is ready to kill any moment, you know that it’s all just an act.

“How about I don’t rip your guts out, kid? That enough?” Bucky growls and while all three of them take a step back with wide eyes and dry throats, you just shake your head chuckling, placing a hand to his hard chest.

“Buck, no need to go all winter soldier on them. They’ll keep our secret, right?” you ask with an innocent smile and all three of them start nodding wildly, as if they just saw a ghost.

Seeing their reaction you realize it’s better if the game ends here and you let them be on their own. You thank for the fun time before grabbing Bucky’s arm and pull him out of the kitchen, heading up to your rooms.

“You shouldn’t have scared them that badly, Buck,” you scold him, but you still actually find it kind of funny, seeing their pale faces and fearful eyes at your boyfriend’s tough guy act.

“Well, they scare me too sometimes,” he mumbles shrugging. “Especially that MJ girl… she is just… weird.”

You can’t help but laugh at his words, a six feet tall super soldier with a metal arm being scared of a teenage girl with a big mouth, that’s quite an interesting concept.

“Hey,” you stop him before the two of you would part in the hallway. He turns back and his blue eyes soften on you. “Do you want to… sneak into my room?” you ask, biting into your bottom lip as you smirk up at him, sliding a hand up his chest, cupping his cheek in your palm. “We could have some fun… Daddy.”

“Wait, are you really into the daddy stuff?” he asks with wide eyes, making you cackle with your head falling back.

“Just shut up and come to my room,” you chuckle, pressing your lips against his as you pull him into your bedroom, shutting the door closed behind you.

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[love-strawberry]

the way things were

summary : and when they thought their story ended, it began again over a cup of coffee.

pairing : peter parker x reader.

warnings : nwh spoilers, angst, sad peter.

author's note : NO WAY HOME SPOILERS KINDA, also hey how you doin? im back lemme know if y'all want a part two, kay? love you all <3

masterlist

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"you'll forget me, i can't have that."

"maybe, but i'm sure you'll make me remember once again."

"i-i can't wait till all this is over. and i lo-"

"y/n!"

y/n y/l/n snapped her head up as she looked at mj who called her name from behind the coffee counter.

"you good?", mj asked as she made a cup of coffee for a guy their age, "you zoned out for a moment there."

"yeah, no i'm fine," y/n dismissed as she gave ned, who sat at their usual table a small smile and looked back that mj, "just kinda tired, i guess."

"yeah, me too," mj agreed as she closed the container for coffee, "does that guy look familiar to you?"

y/n turned around and saw the guy that was waiting for his coffee. he looked to be around their age and had a small piece of paper in his hand and a book with him.

"yeah, maybe he goes to our school," y/n said as she went to the counter to greet him.

peter parker looked up at the girl he called his girlfriend but only this time, she had no idea who he was.

she didn't know that she was the first person to find out that he was spiderman. she had no idea that peter risked everything for her and their friends. she didn't know him. she didn't know that he loved her.

and as he stood in front of her, bearing her favourite book, the one he gifted to her on her sixteenth birthday, he had no choice but to pretend that she was a stranger.

"hey, your coffee will be ready in a moment. would you like anything else?" y/n asked him with a smile. mj was right, he did look familiar.

"no, thank you," the boy said and y/n noted that his voice shook.

"i'm y/n, and you are?" she asked trying to make conversation as he waited for his coffee.

"i'm peter, peter parker," peter said. he never would've thought that introducing him to someone would pain him this much. but in this case, he knew her but she didn't.

"it's nice to meet you, peter," she smiled at him, he looked nervous and she didn't wanna make him more nervous, "i love that book, have you read it?"

peter looked down at 'all the bright places' and felt like crying.

"yeah, no, my girlfriend loved this book, she wanted this for her birthday and i got her this. she was so happy," peter let out a chuckle, "wouldn't let me go for hours, thanking me every minute."

"she sounds like she has an incredible taste in books," y/n laughed lightly. she saw mj coming out with his coffee and hesitated.

"have we met before?", she questioned slowly, she didn't want to make him feel like she was weird but he looked really familiar.

"no, i'm sorry. we haven't."

and on the other side of the counter, peter's heart broke.

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"yes, ned. don't worry, i'll look into apartments."

y/n entered her apartment, saw her mom in the living room and her dad in the kitchen.

"yes, ned. yeah i'll tell my parents you love them- i promise, bye."

she ended the call and went straight to her room after calling out greetings to her parents.

she sat her bag on the desk and flopped face first on the bed. the day was tiring and she just wanted to sleep but she couldn't.

she looked around and she saw her books arranged neatly in a corner and stood up and picked out 'all the bright places'.

opening it, she read the first sentence and-

"oh my god! thank you so much peter!"

y/n laughed as she stood up and hugged peter, both of them falling back on her bed as the lights around them twinkled.

"i wanted that book for so long, thank you," she still didn't let go. the fact that peter remembered it was enough for her to never let him go

"i know that, why do you think i got it for you?" peter questioned as he tightened his grip on her and buried his face into the crook of her neck.

"god, i love you."

it was the first time anyone of them said it in 7 months of dating. y/n froze and peter went rigid.

nothing would ever come close to the feeling of him saying in back.

"i love you."

he pulled back from their long lasting hug and placed his hand on her cheek pulling her closer while her hands went around his neck.

they were closer than ever before, she could feel his breathe on her face and he could feel her heart beat. just a little bit more closer and their lips were touching and then-

"y/n! dinner's ready!"

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"i was there; i remember it all too well."

pulling out her earphones, she sat on the bus stop waiting for her bus to arrive.

she was scrolling through her phone when she noticed someone's eyes on her and looked up.

"hey peter!"

peter was fairly confident that she hadn't seen him but that thought went outta the window once he heard his ex(?) girlfriend call out his name.

"hi y/n," peter moved to sit beside her, "how're you?"

"i'm good. what about you?" y/n answered as she put away her phone and earphones and gave peter her undivided attention.

"i'm doing alright, just got off my job today," peter answered.

"that's great," y/n was about to ask something but the bus arrived, cutting her short.

"i'll see you around, peter," y/n gave him a smile and stood up.

she was about to board when she heard peter call out her name.

"hey," he began as he fiddled nervously with his hands, "do you, maybe wanna, grab some coffee sometime?"

"yeah, i'd love that."

things weren't gonna go back to what they were, but he liked the way they were turning out.

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[peterpparkerwrites]

far from love - part five

warnings: language, fighting, jake gyllenhaal 🤢 pairing: peter parker x silk!reader word count: 4.4k

masterlist ~ requests are closed ~ part six

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Things were a blur from the minute you saw Peter with webshooters.

You were pulled away by MJ, and you couldn't do anything else - you didn't have your suit, and what would you even do against water?

Despite how crazy everything was, you could only think one thing in your head - Peter was Spider-Man. It was so obvious now that you just wanted to smack yourself. You were a grade A student, top of your class, working at Oscorp for fuck's sake - but you couldn't realize that Spider-Man was Peter the whole time?

There was no time to think about it any longer as you were pulled by MJ toward the rest of your class. Everyone was huddling behind a building, Mr. Harrington rambling on about safety and shit that you weren't paying attention to.

Everyone was focused on what just landed in the courtyard.

It appeared to be a man, and you resisted the urge to ask if that was a fishbowl on his head. Inside was swirling mist. But the bottom part of him just looked like a guy in an intense costume, with green mist swirling from his hands and his chest plate glowing green as well.

You couldn't see Peter anymore, and despite everything, you hoped he was okay - but it seemed like this guy had it handled. Green mist poured from his hands and attacked the water as people ran in the other direction. Your senses were going crazy, and you regretted not bringing your suit.

You'd rather people wondered why Silk was in Venice than why some girl on a field trip could suddenly lift tons of pounds of weight.

But before you were about to decide it was worth it, the water suddenly fell back into the canals and the screaming and sounds of chaos stopped. The guy with the fishbowl head landed back on the ground, waving to your class before flying off again.

"What the hell just happened?" MJ muttered next to you, and you were wondering the same thing. "And where's Peter?"

"He better be okay so I can kill him myself," you muttered. MJ either didn't hear you, or pretended not to.

It wasn't until hours later that your class was in their respective rooms. Peter had appeared out of thin air, saying he got lost, and you had to resist the urge to crawl into a hole and hide. You had plenty of time now to think about the situation fully.

So instead of sitting with your classmates while they watched the news and made names for the mysterious guy who saved everyone, you trudged up to your room and tried not to scream in frustration.

Peter was Spider-Man. Spider-Man and Peter were the same person. They always had been. No matter how many times you repeated that in your head, you couldn't fathom the idea that it was true.

Every memory you had with Spider-Man was now tainted with the knowledge that it was actually Peter the whole time. For God's sake, you told Peter that you had been in love with him. You shared so many personal secrets with the boy who had broken your heart and snatched your friendship away like it was nothing. You had kissed him.

This time you did scream into your pillow, feeling embarrassed and pissed and like you were about to cry all in one. If it could have been anyone but Peter.

"Y/N, are you okay?" MJ's voice didn't even startle you. She must have come into your shared room as you were having a mental breakdown into your pillow, but you couldn't care less at the moment. There was someone else you could be screaming at instead.

"I need to go talk to Peter," you stood up suddenly. She blinked, not getting the chance to say anything as you stepped outside of your hotel room.

You knew Ned and Peter were sharing a room a few doors down from yours, and you didn't care if you were going to get into trouble for going into their room. That was the last thing on your mind. The only thing you wanted to do was go off on Peter for all the shit he had been pulling for the last few months.

You might've been only sad and embarrassed before, but now you were just angry.

Since it was late, you tried not to knock too aggressively on the door, despite how your strength felt like it would get away from you and you'd just knock it down. It wasn't Peter that opened the door, but Ned, who seemed surprised to see you standing there.

"What's up, Y/N?" Ned smiled, but his eyes darted between you and Peter like he knew something was about to happen.

"Where were you today, Peter?" You ignored his question, glaring at Peter, who was in the middle of brushing his teeth. "During the attack with the water monster and that 'Mysterio' guy. The whole class was together but you weren't there."

"I got lost, I already said that," his voice had an edge to it, but you weren't stupid anymore.

"Really?"

"I don't...know what you're insinuating." He definitely knew what you were suggesting, he wasn't that stupid.

You stared at him a moment, his toothbrush still hanging out of his mouth as he looked at you with wide eyes. "Are you seriously going to pretend that I don't know?"

"Know what?" He asked, taking his toothbrush out. You glanced at Ned who was now sitting on the couch nervously, and you realized he probably knew that not only was Peter Spider-Man, but that you were his partner.

"Seriously?" You raised an eyebrow, "I saw you with webshooters, Peter. I know you're Spider-Man."

"Y/N, that sounds crazy," Ned butt in with an awkward laugh, and you glared at him.

"I know you know, too, Ned. He probably told you I'm Silk, didn't he? Since apparently Peter loves telling the truth to everyone but me."

Ned turned a little pale while Peter shook his head, "Y/N, I-"

"I can't believe this whole fucking time it was you, and you didn't have the decency to tell me!" You interrupted again, nearly tugging at your hair from how stressed you were. "I mean, for fucks sake, it's been months. I deserved to know, especially before-before last week-"

"Y/N," Peter cut you off quickly, "I don't think-"

"I guess I know why you didn't tell me who you were now," you said a little harshly, making Peter flinch. You were on a roll now. "I was clearly wrong when I said finding out who you were wouldn't change how I feel about you."

His reaction was like you had punched him in the gut, but he didn't get a chance to respond before another person spoke, and it wasn't Ned.

"You guys want to stop arguing so I can get a word in?"

You and Peter both started at the voice that suddenly rang out, and Peter almost webbed the man sitting in the corner, before realizing who it was.

"You're Nick Fury," he said slowly, while your eyes widened. Any of the anger and readiness you had to scream at Peter disappeared as you realized who was sitting in front of you both.

"You two somehow both have powers that are meant to alert you to threats, yet you didn't notice me nor how your friend is now knocked out?" Nick Fury gestured with the tranquilizer gun toward Ned, who had indeed fallen face first on the couch.

"How do you know about that?" You asked quickly, scrunching your eyebrows, "Also, why are you hiding in his room? What is going on here?"

"It's good that you're here too, I was wondering who it was behind the other mask," Fury shifted the gun in his lap as he ignored your question, looking to Peter. "This the new sidekick?"

"I am not a sidekick," you muttered at the same time Peter said "She's not my sidekick."

"Either way, it's good you're both here. You've been avoiding me," you shot Peter a look at Fury's words, but he was staring pretty intently at the floor.

"You were contacted by Nick Fury and you didn't say anything to me?" You asked, though you weren't sure why you were surprised. He didn't say a lot of things to you.

"Mr. Parker here clearly wanted to keep your identity a secret from me, Y/N L/N," Fury continued, putting the gun down and crossing his arms, "Phone calls only go so far when the other person isn't answering. I wanted to talk to both of you, but I didn't know who Silk was until you made it very obvious for me right now."

You weren't sure how to feel about that, but Peter was still avoiding your gaze. Spider-Man - Peter - hadn't mentioned anything about getting calls from the former head of SHIELD. He certainly hadn't mentioned that he was trying to talk to both of you.

"There are more important things at play right now, though," Fury continued, ignoring the hard look you were giving Peter. "As you both saw today, we've got a bit of a crisis on our hands."

"What's your definition of 'a bit'?" You muttered, but he gave you a look and you shut up.

"Last week in Mexico, a village was wiped out by a cyclone. The locals said it had a face."

"Like the water guy today," Peter commented, making Fury nod.

"We've got a lot to talk about, so I think we should be going before someone realizes you snuck out of your room," he gestured to you, making you frown.

"Where are we going?" You asked warily, not really sure if you should go anywhere with him. But it did make you feel a little better (though you'd never admit it) that Peter was coming, too.

"A temporary headquarters. I have someone for you two to meet."

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The water coming off the river was cold, and you didn't feel comfortable knowing that earlier in the day, the same water had turned into a monster and tried to kill everyone. Peter was in his suit, but you didn't have yours - you hoped no locals were up this late and would see Spider-Man, a guy with an eyepatch, and some girl shivering her ass off, going up the canal in a boat too small for the three of them.

"Stark wanted me to give these to you," Fury suddenly said, not turning around as he handed Peter something. You watched curiously as he opened the package up, reading something on a note. He was silent as he closed the lid of the box, and you decided it was better to ask later.

"No presents for me?" You joked half-heartedly, but Fury didn't even crack a smile. Not that you were surprised by that.

Once you had all entered some creepy underground river, like you were in some kind of horror movie, Fury docked the boat and got out, letting you both follow.

"No need to wear the mask, Parker, everyone here knows what you look like already."

Peter hesitated but took his mask off, tucking it into his belt. You didn't feel comfortable knowing that all these people would know your identities, especially when you both tried so hard to keep them a secret, but you supposed they were meant to be good guys.

Fury walked you into a room with a few people on computers and surrounding a large table. He started introducing people, but you were focused on the man in the middle, the same man who had saved everyone from the water today.

"This is Mr. Beck," Fury said, but you and Peter exchanged a look.

"Mysterio?" Peter asked, to which 'Mr. Beck' made a face.

"What?"

"That's what our classmates have been calling you," you explained, but luckily he just cracked a smile.

"Well, you guys can call me Quentin. And thanks for your help today, we could've used someone like you on my world."

"Your world?" Peter asked, scrunching his eyebrows.

"Mr. Beck here is from Earth, just not our Earth," Fury explained, "There's are multiple realities, Peter. Beck is from Earth-833, we're on Earth-616"

"So you mean there's a multiverse?" You asked, trying not to sound too excited.

"I thought that was just theoretical," Peter sounded as excited as you did, "I mean, that completely changed how we understand the initial singularity. We're talking about an eternal inflation system - how does that even work with all the quantum..."

He trailed off when he realized everyone was staring at him blankly except you, but you were just trying not to laugh. You forgot how much he rambled about nerdy shit like this.

"Sorry," he chuckled awkwardly, but Beck just waved a hand.

"Don't ever apologize for being the smartest person in the room," he winked.

"They were born in stable orbits," the woman who you think was named Maria Hill continued, "Within black holes, they formed from the primary elements. Air, water, fire, and earth."

"The science division had a technical name," Beck gestured to the holographs that were now displayed over the table, showing four element monsters. "We just called them elementals. Versions of them exist across our mythologies."

"Like Thor," you suggested, and Peter nodded.

"He was a myth, and now we learn about him in class," he added.

"These myths are threats," Beck continued, "They first came on my earth many years ago. We did our best to fight them, but they continued getting stronger and stronger. I was part of the last battalion left. All we did was delay the inevitable."

"And they're here now. Three of them have been defeated thanks to Beck, but the strongest one left is still to come," Fury tapped the desk and a fiery elemental appeared.

"Fire," Beck confirmed, "The one that destroyed my Earth, and took my family."

Your eyes focused on where he was twisting his wedding ring, and you felt a pang in your chest.

"I'm sorry," Peter said quietly, having noticed the same thing. Neither of you were strangers to loss. Beck just nodded to him.

"The next one is going to arrive in Prague, based on how they are showing in the same coordinates as on Beck's Earth," Fury showed on the hologram, "We'll need to head there first thing this afternoon-"

"Wait," you cut him off, even though that was probably a dumb idea. "We can't come."

"Why not?" Fury demanded, but you could tell by Peter's expression that he was agreeing with you.

"We're on a class trip," you continued, "This-this seems way above us. I mean, can't you guys call Thor or something?"

"He's off world," Fury said firmly, "You two are all we got."

"But sir, she's right," Peter jumped in, "Even if we could help, we're still on a class trip. They would notice if we went to Prague and weren't with them. And that Spider-Man and Silk suddenly appeared in Europe. Our identities would be exposed and then we'd both be done."

Fury exchanged a look with Hill, who just shook her head. "The bottom line is, we need you both. We don't have anyone else, and the world is in trouble. We can do some work on our end to make sure we can ensure that your identities wouldn't be at risk, and you'd stay with your class. We can get you both suits that are different from the ones you used in New York. But we need you. Do you both want more innocent people to die?"

You and Peter exchanged a look. The most important thing to you both was keeping people safe, even if that meant risking yourselves and your identities - that was how it had always been. It was really not cool of Fury to pull that card, knowing you'd both do whatever you could to save even just one person.

"Okay," Peter sighed, fumbling with his webshooters.

"Fine," you snapped, turning around and heading back the way you all came. Peter could stick around and get all the details, but you were done.

"Wait, Y/N-"

You stormed out just in time to hear Beck to say to Peter, "Give her some space, kid." That was the last thing you probably should have done. But you were annoyed and pissed and the last thing you wanted was to be there with any of them.

The sky was brightening when you got outside, but only slightly. You didn't even feel tired from how your senses were going crazy, keeping you energized. You sat on the roof of some building, facing where the sun would come up.

The whole point of coming on this vacation was to get a break. Sure, you wanted to explore Europe and have fun and make memories, but you needed a break more than you could admit. And Peter probably did, too. With all this going on plus the fact that you just found out Spider-Man's identity (and he was your ex best friend who broke your heart, at that), you were ready to get on the first flight home.

"Here," Peter's voice almost startled you, realizing for the first time that you hadn't been able to sense him coming. You glanced at him and focused on what was sitting in his palm.

"My webshooters?" You almost broke out of your angry mood, reaching for them eagerly. "How-?"

"They're not your actual ones, these are just spares I brought," Peter took your reaction as an opening to sit down next to you, but you noticed he left a considerable amount of space between you both. Which you preferred, but it still stung nonetheless. "I figured you didn't have yours."

"This was supposed to be a vacation, remember?" You shook your head, sighing as you clipped the webshooters on to your wrists, "Though I shouldn't be surprised you brought yours."

"May packed it for me, actually," he scratched the back of his neck, staring down at the canals instead of meeting your eyes.

This was the first conversation you had with him alone since finding out he was Spider-Man. It still made your brain hurt to think about, but even if you didn't have the confirmation of seeing him with webshooters yesterday, you would have known by the urge you had to sit closer to him, that magnetic pull that your senses had been going crazy for since you met.

"May packed it for you," you repeated, your tone a little more bitter, "How many people know you're Spider-Man?"

"Just May and Ned," he responded, ignoring your biting tone, "And Happy."

"Happy?"

"Yeah?"

"Is that some kind of joke?"

"No, that's his name, he's Tony's head of security," he paused, his frown deepening, "Or was, I guess."

You tried not to focus on how his shoulders slumped a little, and he looked more defeated than a second ago. You remembered how hurt he was that night when everyone who had been snapped reappeared. You remembered how when Spider-Man talked about Tony, he seemed more down than he ever was.

Knowing now that he was Spider-Man the whole time, put the last conversation you had with Peter as your best friend into a different perspective.

You didn't have time to think about that more as Peter suddenly straightened up, actually looking you in the eyes this time.

"I owe you an apology," he started, and you almost wanted to stop him there, but he kept going, "No, I owe you so many apologies. I-I don't even know where to begin, Y/N, I've fucked up so bad and I just keep digging the hole deeper and at this point I don't even know how to explain anything-"

"Peter," your voice wavered as you finally interrupted him, "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," he said quickly, spilling over his own words like he did when he was nervous. That almost made you smile.

"I can't talk about this right now," you said carefully, seeing his eyebrows scrunch together. "I want to. But with Nick Fury asking us to help him save the world, I can't open this can of worms with you right now because I won't be stable enough to focus on what we need to do."

"But-"

"We aren't friends anymore," you said firmly, knowing that would shut him up. "You lied to me for months about so many things. We haven't been friends since you came to me after the snap. We weren't since you left my bedroom last week-"

You couldn't finish that sentence, just shutting your eyes and sighing through your nose, "Peter, we can work together on this. We can talk about strategies or plans or whatever the fuck you want if it concerns helping Beck and Fury and making sure no innocent people get hurt. But as far as anything else goes, that is going to have to wait until we are back in New York."

He was dead silent, but you could hear his heartbeat going quicker than normal at your words. You knew it wasn't going to be easy for him to hear, but you also knew that the actual conversation you were going to have to have with him would be much worse once the elemental monsters were dealt with.

"Why didn't you tell me Nick Fury had been contacting you?" You asked after a minute, knowing he was still probably silent from your words, but needing to move on. He chewed on his lip, shrugging.

"I'd heard only bad things about him from-from Tony," Peter said carefully, and you pretended not to notice the edge in his tone, "I didn't want to get involved with him, and I certainly didn't want you to. I just didn't think we needed to talk to him, we had a routine going and we didn't need to be, like, recruited for some Avengers wannabe group like I thought he might have been planning."

It was clear he had your best interests at heart, but it was still something you would have wanted him to tell you.

"Were you worried I would find out who you were if he had decided to recruit us for something before all this?" You asked bravely, knowing that he was going to answer honestly. After all the lies, he probably knew that getting on your good side would mean being honest for once.

"I didn't think of that, actually," he admitted, "I was just worried. He recruited and created the Avengers, and...and now half of the original team are dead and the other half are seriously messed up from it. I couldn't let that happen to you-to us. And honestly, Y/N, I was going to tell you. I just didn't know how or when or-"

"We'll discuss that part in New York," you cut him off, not wanting the conversation to veer that way.

He went silent again, fumbling with his own webshooter and kicking his legs. You leaned back on your palms, wishing you could enjoy the pretty view of the sunrise, but knowing it meant you were both just getting closer to having to fight more monsters and probably get hurt.

"I was hoping to get a break from superhero shit, but now we have to save the world," you kicked at the air, sighing. You also wanted to say that you needed a break from him, but you figured you had ripped into him enough.

"You don't have to, Y/N," Peter said seriously, and you could tell he meant it. "If you want, I can just go alone. You can enjoy the rest of the trip."

"That isn't fair to you," you protested, shaking your head, "And despite everything...we're partners. It wouldn't be right letting you help alone. You deserve a break as much as I do, I'm not going to sit back and relax and let you have all the fun."

His face had lit up when you said "partners", but you hoped he wasn't getting the wrong idea. You were absolutely not ready to forgive him for anything, and you didn't even know if you would ever be able to. You still hadn't had a proper talk with him about how much everything he had done had hurt you, and you weren't sure if you would still even be partners afterwards.

"Ned doesn't know, by the way, I never would've shared your secret like that." Peter said after a minute of silence, fiddling with his fingers, "Well, he didn't know, but he does now, I guess. He thinks you're super cool, though."

"Thanks, that makes me feel so much better."

It went silent again, and this was the first time you had ever felt awkward sitting next to Spider-Man. But you supposed you should just start saying 'Peter' now, but you were still struggling to think of them as the same person.

"I need to go back to the hotel room, MJ is probably wondering if I went to kill you and throw your body in the river," you muttered, making Peter crack a small smile. "I considered it for a minute there, not gonna lie."

"I don't blame you," his hand caught yours when you stood up, and you had to resist the urge to rip it away from him. "Wait. When...can we maybe talk about this before we go back to New York? We still have a lot of the trip left and...and I don't like leaving things the way they are."

You paused, gently taking your hand from him as you thought about his words. "Yes, we will. But as of right now, Peter, I...I don't want to see you unless we're fighting element monsters, okay? I'm still..."

His shoulders sagged a little, and you almost felt bad - but you remembered the words he said to you the last night you saw him in the mask and you didn't feel so bad anymore. "Yeah, of course. I'm sorry."

You didn't have anything to respond to that, so you just nodded before hopping off the ledge, using your webshooters to swing to a landing on the alleyway below. It was hard to ignore Peter's eyes on you as you made your way back to the hotel, hoping Mr. Harrington wouldn't be waiting with a million questions on where you were.

You figured MJ would have enough to keep you occupied for the rest of the night.

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[ptergwen]

play the game

w/c: 2.2k

summary: an interview question catches you off guard

a/n: this is kinda random but i wanted to write something just fun n cute with actress!reader so this is what we got enjoy everyoneee

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“ooh, these are always fun,” tom murmurs to you. he pushes a bucket of questions to the middle of the table. you turn it towards yourself with a furrowed eyebrow.

you’re at buzzfeed promoting the next spider-man. it’s just you and tom for this one. zendaya and jacob are doing their own interview in the room next to yours. you’re usually paired with the two of them, but tom joins your group sometimes. you find yourself much more intimidated by him than the camera whenever he does. not because he scares you. you’ve actually become close friends over filming.

it’s because you never know what he’s going to say. tom is a flirty guy by nature, and he’ll play it up even more if he has an audience. he loves to give them a good laugh. spark a few rumors maybe, only to get people talking about the movie. the idea itself isn’t half bad. the effect it has on you is what you worry about.

you’ve had a pretty big crush on him that started the same time your friendship did. in your defense, how could you get to know him and not fall? he’s one of the most genuine people on earth, he calls you cute british pet names, he makes you laugh on set during a stressful take. he’s just so charming. he charmed you, after all.

so much as a wink at you and your cheeks would be burning. the last thing you need is for the whole world to see that. it’s bad enough he would, too. you’re hoping he keeps the playfulness at minimum for your interview. with you being the only person he has to bounce off of this time, you’re not sure he will.

“i feel like the fans always ask better questions than interviewers,” tom jokes and takes a slip of paper out of the bucket. he reads it to himself with a snort. “what does it say?” you peek over his shoulder. he folds it again before you can see. a smirk pulls at his lips. “you’ll find out.” “you’re not even supposed to look at them yet,” you huff, reaching to grab the paper. tom drops it back into the bucket.

looking off to the side, he breathes a laugh out of his nose. he’s so annoying about keeping secrets. you push at his shoulder with a smug smile. “can you ever just, like, behave?” “around you? no, i can’t,” tom teases, the hint of a smirk still on his face. this is exactly what you were dreading. what’s worse is you haven’t even started the interview. thank god the cameraman gets your attention.

“all ready. you two start whenever you want.” he gives you a thumbs up from behind the camera. tom scoots closer to you in his chair. his knee is touching yours. it’s such a childish thing to care about, but your heart speeds up. “thanks, man. i think we’re good.” he glances at you to make sure. “yeah?” “yeah, we can start.” your voice is higher than usual, which only happens when you’re nervous. you clear your throat.

the little light on the camera turns red. that means you’re recording. tom beams into it, sounding cheery as ever when he introduces himself. “hey everyone, i’m tom holland.” he holds out a hand to present you. you can’t help but smile at his antics. “i’m y/n y/l/n. we’re gonna be answering some questions you guys sent in.”

“there are a few prompts in here, too,” tom adds, eyes meeting yours for a second. “we have to act them out. let’s get into it.” you raise your eyebrows at the camera. spinning the bucket in his hands, he holds it out to you. “ladies first.” “when he has manners,” you deadpan, getting a giggle out of tom. his stupid adorable laugh that gives you butterflies. holding back a smile, you pull out a paper slip.

“tell us about gwen stacy and peter’s relationship in the movie,” you read off and push the paper to the other end of the table. “i mean, it’s not a relationship. it’s a new friendship,” you explain. tom nods in agreement. “yeah. peter is still after mj in this film.” squinting into the camera, you try to think of a description that won’t spoil you being spider-gwen.

tom digs into the bucket for the next question, but keeps his eyes on you. you hold up a finger when you get it. “my gwen is with spider-man more than peter. that’s all i’m gonna say.” “nice. very smooth,” he teases and unfolds the paper. “how hard was it to do all your stunts?” you shoot him a knowing look. there were a few the two of you had to do together.

they weren’t anything major because you’re not trained like tom is. a lot of the time, you only watched him do insane flips and leaps before simply entering the scene. he’d come back to your trailer after and complain about how sore he was while laying his head on your shoulder or some other part of your body. stunt days were exhausting.

“you know, i’ll be honest. they were awful.” tom shakes his head with wide eyes. you let out a quiet laugh. “not because they were bad or anything. the stunts look amazing. but, they really hurt.” he tosses the piece of paper at the one you just answered to create a pile. “the amount of ice you had to put on your body,” you giggle to him, tom joining in your laughter. he sighs. “i raided the freezer in your trailer every day.”

grinning at the memories, you reach into the bucket for your next question. you’re still smiling when you read it. “this one’s a prompt. it says to do an impression of each other.” tom eagerly sits up in his chair. his leg brushes yours again in the process. you catch your lip between your teeth. “easy. i’ll go first.” he hasn’t started, but you roll your eyes.

“we’ll all be watching a movie and she’s like,” he switches to his american girl accent before continuing. “isn’t that guy so hot? he’s literally so hot, guys. how do you not see it?” your mouth dropped open, you bump his knee under the table. “oh my god, what?” “and it’s always the most basic looking person, too,” he goes on, pressing his lips together in shame for you. you make the same face.

“someone sounds a little jealous.” “it’s not me,” tom scoffs, still playfully making fun of you. you narrow your eyes at him. “ok, my turn.” he’s biting back a smile while you get yourself ready. “ello, love,” you start in an exaggerated british accent. he closes his eyes in defeat. “i love golf. i’m like an old man, innit? i fu-“ you put a hand over your mouth in the same way he does. “i forgot i can’t swear.” tom claps slowly for you.

“bravo, y/n. you didn’t miss a thing, love.” he emphasizes the last word. there goes one of his infamous pet names. he’s just repeating what you said, but it still makes your heart clench. your favorite is when he calls you darling. it sounds so perfect falling from his lips. that being said, you wouldn’t have been able to control your reaction if he called you it right now.

you shrug your shoulder and give him a cheesy grin. “i know i didn’t.” “right, next question.” tom grabs the bucket back from you with a pretend glare. he gasps before reading it out loud. “who’s your favorite cast mate? that’s wicked!” you move your head forward dramatically. “that’s not fair!”

tom drums his fingers on the table. “jeez, you guys are ruthless. i’ll say y/n because she’s right next to me.” you don’t miss a beat. “um, i’m saying zendaya.” you nod at the camera, tom pouting. “love you, z.” “i should change my answer to jacob, then,” he mutters childishly. exhaling, you pull out the next question. there are only two left after this.

“or maybe marisa,” tom keeps throwing names out. “are you done yet?” you ask like you’re his mom. he is acting like a kid, to be fair. “no.” “will you be done if i say you’re my favorite?” he perks up. “yes.” looking him in the eyes, you put your free hand on his arm. “tom, you’re my favorite cast mate.” “thank you.” his sarcastic tone matches yours. he tilts your chin up with the tips of his fingers. “my love.”

you’re quick to turn your head before you let yourself lean into his touch. you’d never recover. for one thing, you’ll think about it too much. another, it would give tom something to tease you about.

pretending to be disgusted, you unfold the paper. your expression relaxes when you look over the question. it’s kind of sweet. “what was your favorite scene to film together?” “all of them,” tom answers right away. “that’s a cheat answer,” you laugh out. he shrugs and looks down at the question. “i’m being serious. i really loved working with you.” his eyes meet yours. “every second of it.”

he’s being genuine. it’s probably to make up for tormenting you this entire interview. all you know is, the fans will definitely start talking. you find it nice either way. “aw, tom,” you coo, him nodding his head. “what was yours?” you’ve never thought about it. you shared so many special memories while making the movie. but, there is one that sticks out to you.

“our last scene. it was a really, like, emotional day because we were wrapping.” tom already knows what you’re going to say next. his lips curl into a smile. “i cried before we started shooting it, so he kept hugging me and said i’d ruin my makeup.” you rest your head on his shoulder for a few seconds, returning the smile. his arm slings around your waist.

“yeah, i felt so bad. your crying face just breaks my heart,” tom tells you with a head shake. you lift yourself off of him and wiggle your eyebrows. “that’s what every actor wants to hear.” “you’re ridiculous. do the last question.” he taps the bucket twice. he’s still holding your waist. “isn’t it your turn?” “it’s the one i read earlier. you read it now.” eyebrows knitted together, you pick out the slip. it’s a prompt.

this has to be a joke. no one in their right mind would have you do this on camera. what kind of interview would this be? blinking a few times, you hold it closer to your face. “it... it says to kiss each other.” you crumple the piece of paper up, face still scrunched in confusion. buzzfeed probably decided to mess with you two. “are we actually supposed to?”

“yep. a fan sent it in,” the cameraman interjects. you look at tom in a panic. he was all smiley about this earlier. now, he’s taking it seriously. “why would we...” you’re too flustered to finish your sentence. tom squeezes your waist. “it’s what the people want. i want it, too.” you can feel your stomach drop. “would’ve said something if i didn’t. do you?”

of course you do. for the past year or so, you’ve been craving to taste that mint chapstick he’s constantly applying. you can’t believe it’s finally going to happen in front of millions of people. technically eight people right now, but the whole world eventually. you’re afraid he’s only going through with it for the movie promotion. for a good thumbnail.

“are you only doing this for promo?” you whisper so the camera doesn’t pick it up. you need his real answer. “never. the promo just gives me an excuse.” his eyes dart from yours to your lips. he inches his face closer. you gulp. “can i kiss you?” he asks lowly. “mhm,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut.

his lips brush yours before he closes his eyes. he kisses you softly, his other arm wrapping around you. your hands go to his shoulders when you kiss back. it’s everything you’ve been needing, been dreaming of for so long now. he tastes even better than you expected. tom breaks the kiss first. a grin instantly spreads across his face. “we’ll continue this later,” he says only to you.

your lips and whole body feel tingly. you give him a goofy smile in return, looking at the camera over your shoulder. “thanks to whoever sent that one in. thank you so much.” you laugh in disbelief. tom turns and faces forward. “i think this is a good place to wrap things up,” he chuckles. “thanks for watching! we hope you enjoyed!” you wave. tom points at the camera. “see us again in theaters next week, if you did.”

the camera clicks off, and everyone else in the room starts chatting. you can’t imagine the headlines that are going to come out about you two. at the same time, you don’t care. you’re too happy. you move your arms up to wind around his neck. tom sighs in content. “i like you, too. in case you couldn’t tell.” he never stops finding ways to shock you. “how did you know i like you?” you groan.

“from one actor to another, you’re not good at hiding it.”

[spideymarvelws]

What would frat Peter! Be like if he found out the reader is a Virgin?

i put to much time into this

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Warnings : SMUT! (dirty talk, slight degrading, protected sex, oral [fem rec]), cursing, floof, peter going from simp to cocky real quick

Word Count : 4.6k (okay why is this longer than 90% of my oneshots i-)

Frat!Peter finding out the fem!reader is a virgin

It all starts when you and Mj are lounging in your shared apartment watching a movie like you both did every Sunday

The both of you were cuddled into the endless amount of blankets on either side of the couch, eyes trained on the bright screen in front of you

But your mind was focused on something else, namely a certain brown haired boy that just couldn’t seen to leave you alone

Peteyboi💗👀: hows the movie going lovebug??

you : lovebug?

you : thats a new one

Peteyboi💗👀: just trying out new things

Peteyboi💗👀: spicing stuff up a bit yk?

Peteyboi💗👀: do you like it?

you : im not really opposed to it

Peteyboi💗👀: ill add it to the list then

you : list?!

Peteyboi💗👀: pretend you didn't read that

You giggled at your boyfriends words, mouthing a quick sorry to MJ when she gave you a hard glare with the sudden burst of noise

But you couldn't help it, every time you saw the notification pop up on your phone, you couldn't help but act like a lovesick teenager falling in love for the first time

At this point the both of you had been dating for around seven months

Seven months of cliche coffee dates and pulling all nighters

Seven months of stolen kisses in the library or holding hands under the table during lectures

Seven months of pure bliss

“So why haven’t you guys fucked yet?” MJ said abruptly shaking you out of your love sick stare texting Peter

“I’m sorry, what!?”

“You know,” she pounded her fist into the palm of her hand repeatedly, “Sex,”

 “What- I-” you shook your head, trying to process her words, “How did this come up all of a sudden?”

“Since you decided to ignore me on our movie night,” she smirked, “Were you sexting him?”

“WHAT!”

“So I’ll take that as a no?”

“Yes thats a no!” you buried yourself further into the blankets, “Should-” you took a deep breath, “should it be a yes?”

“I don’t know, should it?”

“Oh that’s a good question! Almost like I already asked it,”

Mj laughed at your pouty glare

“No, no it shouldn’t,” she rested a comforting hand on your leg, “Do you want it to be though?”

Yes you did

More than anything

It was stupid, but what you had with Peter was different from anything you’ve had with other people in the past

He was everything a girl could ask for, smart, caring and a sweet personality that could make anyone smile

Let’s not mention his impressive build

And out of all the girls and guys that threw themselves at him, he choose you to love

You wanted to take that step with him, but you were scared that he would reject you

You weren’t experienced, in any way, to the point where you were completely innocent 

And you were dating a frat boy, the name that carried the reputation of sleeping around with most people on campus

How could you match up to that?

You couldn’t help but feel insecure in that area

The most you’ve ever went with Peter was a heavy make-out, it happened quite often too but he always stopped things before they went any further

There wasn’t any explanation, only peter bringing you close to cuddle for the rest of the night, forgetting the spit covering his lips and neck

Which lead you to make your own and none of them were exactly positive

Didn’t stop you from imagining a life where he wouldn’t drop you figuring how untalented you were in bed though

Or just daydreaming of him railing you out of existence

im looking you

“Yes?” you covering your face with your hands, embarrassed with your confession, “I don’t know about him though,”

MJ was aware that you were a virgin but only scoffed at your answer, “Oh come on, that boy is head over heels for you, why wouldn’t he want to fuck you,”

You felt your face heat up with the choose of words, “If he did wouldn’t he have made a move by now?”

“Better question, have you noticed his moves,”

Her question made you think as she continued

“Because I sure have,” 

“What do you mean?”

She rolled her eyes, “The looks he gives you when your not paying attention,” she started to count on her fingers, “Always touching you, constantly, like all the time. Biting his lip anytime you do anything remotely sexual and always blushes afterwards because he caught himself. Oh! Remember that time you wore that skirt? Like the pretty tight one? Yeah, his eyes were on your ass for like the whole day-”

“Okay, okay you could stop now I get it,” you groaned, “How do you know all of this?”

“I’m observant,”

“Makes sense.”

“The point is, he’s is definitely interested in you Y/n, it’s just a matter of you showing interest back.”

“I-” you sighed, “I can’t do that mj,”

“Like hell you can’t,” she rolled your eyes but pried your hands away from your face softly, “Do you want him to be your first Y/n?”

You nodded your head, “Yeah,” you looked back at her, “Yeah, I do,”

“Then you need to talk it out with him, see where you both stand when it comes to that regard in your relationship,” 

“I know, I know, I’m just scared for his reaction,”

MJ only sighed, “This is Peter we’re talking about y/n, he’d respect your boundaries until your ready, and I know you’ll respect his. Its just a matter of who makes the first step,”

“Okay, okay,” you took a deep breath, “I’ll just ask him when I could see him again and just-” you paused, “Ask him,”

“There we go!” MJ cheered as you reached for your phone

Peteyboi💗👀: hello??

Peteyboi💗👀: hellooooooooo

Peteyboi💗👀: is this about the list?

Peteyboi💗👀: i promise ill try them all out sugar

Peteyboi💗👀: ...

Peteyboi💗👀: tbh i didnt like that one

You looked up at MJ, motivated by her reassuring eyes and words, you texted back

you : dont worry petey, the list is cute 😂

Peteyboi💗👀: good good

Peteyboi💗👀: did mj catch you??

you : maybe

you : i blame your clinginess

Peteyboi💗👀: i thought you said you liked my clinginess🥺

you : never said it was a bad thing 😘

Peteyboi💗👀: you implied it tho 😪

you : nah

you : i think thats just you

“What did he say?” MJ interrupted, her legs bouncing up and down anxiously

“I- uh, didn’t get to it yet,”

“I will take that phone, throw it across the room and make you do this in person if you keep stalling,”

You didn’t want to test her words

you : i miss you tho

Peteyboiiii💗👀: sorry babe, just been really busy with the internship

you : i know petey dw

you : do you know when you’ll be free next?

Peteyboiiii💗👀: uuuuhhhh

Peteyboiiii💗👀: the guys are suppose to be out Thursday

Peteyboiiii💗👀: i was suppose to tell you tomorrow but you beat me too it😂

you : oh really?

Peteyboiiii💗👀: would be just the two of us...

fuck circumstances

you : its a date then?

Peteyboiiii💗👀: hey! thats my line😤

you : sorry for stealing your thunder loverboy

Peteyboiiii💗👀: 👁👄👁

you : oh so you could do pet names but i cant???

Peteyboiiii💗👀: never said it was a bad thing 👀

you : ...

you : goodnight peter

The couple of days leading up to the Thursday were stressful to say the least

But MJ was there to hype you up, telling you everything that you should expect, what signals to use and even going out of her way to buy you a red set of lingerie

“It’s going to be awkward at first-”

“Well no shit it’s going to be awkward at first,”

“Hey! No talking back to your teachers,”

“Sorry...”

The drive to the house was nerve wrecking

You were anxious to see his reaction, but even with the doubt clouding your head, there was a ray of light that passed through, reminding you that Peter wasn’t that type of guy

That these past months have proved that he loved you, and you loved him

That he wanted this just as much as you did

You just needed to show him that

He greeted you at the door with a bear hug, rocking you back and forth in his arms

“I’ve missed you angel,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck that made the hairs on your skin raise

“Angel?” you squeaked, “Where did that come from?”

“The list remember?” he pulled back, beaming brighter than you’ve ever seen, “going down one by one. I quite like this one though,” his voice lowered, “Angel, suites you don’t your think?”

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “Could we go inside?”

“Yeah of course,” his hand squeezed your waist, moving to small of your back and leading you inside

You didn't know how long you could last. With the new pet names, your hyperawareness to his touch and all of his words suddenly having new meaning behind them

You started to miss being so oblivious

“It’s been so long since we’ve had a day together, holy shit,” he said, falling back against the cushions of his couch with his thighs spread making you gulp, “come here,”

“Huh?”

He pouted, “I want to cuddle with my girlfriend so come here,”

the dude likes cuddles leave him alone

You shook your head, remembering MJ’s words,

“First step, get into the bedroom,”

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable in your room?”

Peter’s head tilted to the side in confusion, “We have the whole house to ourselves and you want to spend it in my room?”

You nodded, walking up to him and stretching out your hand for him to take, “What’s so wrong with your room?”

“nothing, nothing,” he sighed taking your hand and standing up, “Just not as comfy as the couch,”

“You’re just being dramatic,”

“Dramatic?” he teased, raising your hand to spin you around, pulling your back to his chest, “I know nothing of a sort,”

You knew it was suppose to be playful, you knew he was just teasing you like he always did

But the feeling of his hard chest against your back, his hair tickling the base of your throat and his arms wrapped strongly around your waist, keeping you tight against him

You couldn't help but imagine this in a very different scenario

“Ready to go then?”

You nodded, not sure if you could even form words correctly at that point

Peter smirked and within one motion he had you in his arms bridal style, taking you to the stairs that lead to his room

“Nothing of a sort my ass,” you mumbled into his neck, cracking a smile when you felt the vibrations of his chuckles rumble from his chest

“You should know me well enough by now angel,” he kicked open his door, closing it back with the heel of his shoe, “I like to play,”

You sure fucking hoped so

You shrieked when he threw you down on his bed, hopping on top of you and holding you down so you couldn’t move

“Peter!” you whined, giggling when his fingers trailed up your side

“What’s wrong angel?” he kissed your noise, moving to kiss your cheeks, your forehead and finally a small peck on your pouty lips, “Do you not like this,”

“No, no, no,” you cupped his face, keeping him still do you could look at him directly, “I love this,”

“good,” he whispered, bumping his nose against yours, lips brushing against each other, “Good,”

“great,” you whispered back, hesitantly raising your head to connect your soft lips on his

It was slow, reminding you of the first time you kissed in the park, trying to figure out you’d lead, you’d follow. Getting the timing right when opening your mouths, and tilting your heads at the right angle for the perfect combination of comfort and touch

It was almost like he was memoizing the motion, stopping after every movement before continuing again sometimes with the same thing or trying out something new

Soon enough his hands gripped the side of your waist, pulling you up slightly to flip the both of you over so that you were on top

He pulled you closer, your chest practically moulding into his when his tongue swiped along your bottom lips, asking for entrance

You gave it to him immediately, letting him explore your mouth in any way he wanted

It went on like that for a few minutes, just the two of you sloppily making out in the middle of his bed. You tried to take it a bit further, grinding your hips subtly but his grip tightened and he pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours

“I missed that angel,” he whispered, grinning at your small giggle

“Me too,” you paused, letting out a shaky breath, trying to recover from the kiss and ignore the wet feeling in your pants, “Could I ask you something?”

“Anything,”

It was now or never, “Why did you stop?”

“Well I- uh, didn’t think you would want to kiss for the rest of the day,” he laughed to cover the crack in his voice, “I know I’m irresistible angel, but you don’t want to wear me out so soon,”

You bit your lip, “But what if that’s what I want?”

Peter’s eyes widened as he shifted on the bed, “You- you want that?”

“Only if you do,” you started to regret your words, “You know what? Just forget I said anything-”

He quickly cut you off with a kiss making you gasp lightly at the sudden contact, “I want that more than anything,” he said quickly, “It’s just- I don’t want to force you into anything, didn’t want to make you feel obligated in any way,”

“I- I want this peter,” your said, feeling the heaviness on your chest disappear, “I want this with you,”

“Are you sure?”

“More than anything.”

“Okay, okay,” he nodded, trying to hid his smile as he lifted you off his lap, laying you gently on the bed, “Hold on, I’ll be right back,”

You watched with your head tilted in confusion when peter walked out of the room only to come back with a blindfold in his hands

“Petey, as much as i would love to, you know it’s my first time and uh-”

He quickly caught on to what your implying, burning bright red, “No, no, no that’s not what this is for,” he scratched the back of his neck, “I want your first time to be special and this is a bit rushed but I want to surprise you and make it nice,”

“Oh,” you stood up, “Okay yeah,”

Peter walked behind you, gently laying the blindfold around your eyes and tying it behind your head. He leaned down to place a cheeky kiss on your neck, trailing up to behind your ear

“Stay here,” he demanded softly before stepping away leaving you frozen in place

He couldn’t help but stand back for a few minutes and admire your state. Your feet were tilted inward, hands rubbing your shoulders with your head tilted down

The perfect display of submission

But he had to kick those thought aside, just for today

After a couple of minutes of waiting, you jumped when you felt hands on your arms, calming when you recognised the rough skin

“Are you ready?” he could hear the smile in his words

“Yes,”

The blind fold feel from your face, your eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light

But it was a lot darker than before, the lights dimmed drawing attention to the groups of candles sitting on his nightstand. The sheets were different as well, the white blankets replaced with soft black ones, the grey pillows now red with intricate designs sewn into them

“It isn't much but, I hope it’s everything you dreamed it would be,”

“It’s that and more Peter,” you smiling, turning around in his arms to place a quick kiss to his cheek, “Now it’s time for my surprise,”

You pushed him down on the edge of the bed, turning around and taking off your hoodie, shuffling out of your black tights to reveal the lingerie 

You turned around with a harsh exhale, feelings small under his gaze

“fuck, you were ready for tonight weren’t you baby?”

You fiddled with your fingers in front of him, “MJ helped me,”

“Figured,” he took your hand, pulling you back to gently straddle his waist, “You’d be beautiful in a potato sack angel, you have nothing to worry about,”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and settling in his lap, “I find that hard to believe,”

“Then let me show you,”

He leaned in, kissing your lips briefly and pulling back, smirking when you mindlessly chased them

“tease,” you muttered, your forehead falling against his

“You love it,” 

“Yeah, yeah I do,”

You both leaned back in, your mouths perfectly in sync as your lips moved against one another, the practise before hand helping tremendously  

Your arms tightened around his neck, your hands running through his soft brown locks, tugging lightly on the strands

He groaned into your mouth, bitting the your bottom lip and pulling lightly, “You’re going to be the death of me angel, you know that?”

You only giggled, “Seems more like a you problem,”

“Oh? Is that how it is,”

You nodded shyly, playing with the edge of his shirt, “I just think it’s unfair that I’m the only one without a shirt on,”

Peter bit his bottom lip, reaching down and pulling off his shirt and connecting your lips right after. He hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you up as he stood and lying you back down on the bed

He moved his lips from yours, down your throat to your colour bone, leaving his own marks in the process

Sealing you as his

And his only

“Can I?” he gestured to the front clip of your bra

You nodded, lost in the feelings of his lips on your skin

“Words angel,”

“Yes, yes please,”

He laughed, “Didn’t even get to the main event and you’re already begging for me,” 

You whined, “Peter,”

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, unclipping the garment, helping you raise slightly so he could fully discard it to the side

“Beautiful,” he whispered before latching his mouth on your left nipple, stimulating the other with his forefinger and thumb

“Oh my god,” your hand shot to his hair, tugging at them slightly while the other took the sheets tightly in its palm

“Feeling good angel?” he smirked knowing damn well the answer

He just wanted to hear you say it

“So good Peter,”

He chuckled, switching to the other nipple, “We haven’t even reached the good part Y/n,”

You only let out a shaky sigh, your hand falling from his hair once he started to move further down your body

He liked that he could make you melt with the minimum things he could do

He wanted to remind you that he had the power to do so

And you enjoyed it

Your back arched when he kissed down your stomach, his fingers trailing down the side and hooking them on the lace of your panties

He looked up at you, waiting for your confirmation 

“Please,” you said once again, raising your legs slightly so he could take them off easily

“So needy,” he muttered, taking them off in once motion, crawling back up to place himself between your thighs, “Going to make you feel so good angel, so fucking good,”

His arms wrapped themselves snuggly around the base of your leg, pulling your core down closer to his face

“Ready?” he purred, trailing kisses up your thigh

“Yes,”

“Good.”

He took a bold lick up the length of your pussy, his tongue swirling around the bud of your clit

“Holy fuck Peter!” you shouted, bitting down on your finger to suppress your noise

“No, no, no angel I want to hear you,” he almost growled, “I want to hear you scream for me, know that I’m the only one that would ever get to hear and make you feel this way,”

His possessiveness turned you on even more

You slowly moved your hand from your mouth, placing it down by your side as peter continued eating your pussy like a starved man, listening to your moans and paying attention to your sudden jerks and reactions to his movements

“Taste so good angel, fuck. I’ve been fantasising about this moment ever since I laid eyes on you,” his fingers started to play with your lips, “The things i’ve wanted to do you, to absolutely ravish you, make you my own” he plunged his finger slowly into you, his strength keeping you pressed against the mattress, “But that’s for later, today is all about you,”

You couldn't even form a word when he added a second finger, sending your head back against the pillows. It was so much, his mouth toying with your clit, his fingers entering you that were so much thicker than yours, hitting places that made your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure

With the third finger you could feel something change, a sudden spike run up your body, clearing your mind of everything but the feelings of your high quickly approaching

“Peter I-”

“Going to cum angel? Gonna cum all over fingers?”

“Yes Peter fuck!”

“Go ahead Y/n, cum for me,”

You high reached with his words, shaking your body. Peter slowed his pace, dragging out your orgasm for as long as possible

He crawled back up your body, stilling his fingers inside of you while littering your blown out face with kisses, awarding you with his touch

“You did so well angel,” he whispered, “So fucking well,”

“Really milking the use out of that name huh?” you managed to mummer, throwing your arms lazily around his neck, not wanting him to leave any time soon

“Do you want me to change it?” he teased, pulling out his fingers, muttering a small sorry when you winced

He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your wetness of his skin while more continued to form at his dirty display

“How about...” his fingers popped out of his mouth, moving to caress your face, leaving a trail of his spit down your cheek, “Princess, my pretty princess,”

Your legs clenched at his tone and new name, making Peter giggle, “Princess it is then,”

He reached over to his bedside table, grabbing a condom and ripping the package open. He rolled the plastic on his impressing length, making you both drool and scared that that’s what was going inside of you

When he took off his sweatpants? you didn’t know

He flipped the both of you over for what felt like the hundredth time that day. His hands were tight on your hips, keeping you hovered over his hard cock

“We go at your pace okay?” his looked at you with dark eyes, “Are you sure that-”

You cut him off with a messy kiss, taking his member into your hand and guiding it to your hole 

“You talk to much,” you mumbled, taking the red tip inside you with a groan

He moaned with you, your pussy tight and snug 

“Take it easy,” he whispered, whipping off a bead of sweat that began to form on your forehead, “We have all the time in the world,”

“So big,” you whimpered, slowly take him inch by inch. Soon enough you started to loose balance on your knees, falling forward with your hands on his chest and your thighs relaxing, letting him bottom out inside of you

“Fuck,” you both said in unison, letting out a breathy laugh

“It kinda hurts,” 

“Well I’m not exactly average in that department-”

You scoffed, moving around on his lap, trying to find a comfortable position

“Tell me how you’re feeling princess,”

“It- it’s getting better,” you were fully relaxed now, “I- I want to start moving,”

“Go ahead Y/n,” he raised himself up so that his chest was pressed against yours, “I’ll guide you okay?”

“Okay, okay,”

You started moving up and down, more so just humping his body because your legs already starting to feel weak

But peter was patient with you, constantly making sure you were okay and keeping his eyes on your body

Not like he wanted to take them of of you

You looked angelic above him

No wonder the name suited you so much

Your mouth open, hips moving slowly bringing the both of you pleasure you’ve never experience before

He wanted to keep that picture in his mind forever, framed in his memory

Because you weren’t some girl at a party he picked up or guy he drunkly made out with

You were someone he loved, with all his heart 

That trusted him enough to share this moment with him

And just perfect an every way

“You’re doing so well princess,” he groaning, staring to rut his hips back into yours, making your moans grow even louder

“Fuck,” you fell against his chest, “Peter,”

“You want me to take control princess? Too fucked out already?” he couldn’t help himself while muttering those words, getting lost in the feeling of you

“Please peter I can’t-” he cried, “Please,”

“I got you princess,” he planted his feet on the mattress, thrusting up roughly into you, “I always got you,”

He began pounding into you, gradually getting faster and faster as your whines and moans grew louder and louder

Your second orgasm was quick on its way, and with Peter’s pace becoming irregular, you could tell he was almost there as well

“So fucking tight princess,” he groaned, pressing his cheek against yours, “Are you close,”

You mewled in response

“Cum with me princess, scream my name and cum on my cock,”

“Peter!” you shouted, cumming hard on his member and sagging against his chest

You could feel the condom begin to fill up inside of you, his hips stilling against yours

Part of you wondered how it would feel shooting inside of you without the protection

From there it was a blur, the feelings of peters lips against your skin, his arms wrapped around you, something cold and wet moving across your body

You caught your bearings when Peter pulled you into his chest, his shirt now covering your form along with the same fluffy blankets that covers the couch downstairs

Peter started, “That was-” 

“Amazing,” you finished for him, giggling and cuddling further into his chest

Peter looked down at you, his hand caressing your face like he did moments before but this time his touch was filled with comfort and reassurance, “Are you alright?”

“Better than I’ve ever been,” you giggled, peter chuckling along with you

“I think I’m going to need to start adding names to that list,” 

You looked up at him, “Like what?”

He sighed, a sly smile forming on his face

“I think I’ll start off with my little slut,”

...

fun fact, this was originally gonna be different types of frat peter like cocky, soft etc like some fucking frat peter multi verse but i just lost interest halfway through. 

My mind just said no♥️ so i scraped that and this was born instead

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hoax ~ p.p

chapter eight: the story of us

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“Who the hell is that?”

Everyone turned their heads to see who Peter was staring at. Like always, it was you. But this time, it was you and a tall blonde boy that was making you throw your head back laughing.

“That’s Sebastian.” Kate replied.

“Sebastian? Psht. What? I’ve literally never heard of that name. What is he, a crab? Psht.” Peter scoffed and continued to stare daggers at Harry, who was leaning against your locker to be closer to you.

“Don’t “psht” him.” Gwen laughed. “He’s a nice guy.”

“Says who?” Peter scoffed again.

“Says Y/n. Because she’s totally in love with him.” Kate said in a sing-songy voice.

“Huh?” Peter asked as his eyes went wide.

“They’re a thing.” Gwen shrugged. “You didn’t know that?”

“Huh?” Peter asked again, louder this time.

“Can you stop doing that?” MJ asked him.

“What do you mean they’re a thing?” He asked the girls.

“They’re talking.” Kate shrugged.

“About what?” Peter wondered and looked over his shoulder at you again.

“No, dingus. They’re talking. As in in a talking stage.” Kate explained. Peter looked at you again before leaning in closer to the girls.

“But what are they talking about?” He whispered.

“Oh my God.” Gwen groaned. “They’re in the stage before dating. It’s commonly known as the talking stage. Haven’t you ever been in a situationship before?”

“Are these real words?” Peter asked genuinely and looked to MJ for help.

“I don’t even know what to say at this point.” MJ held up her hands in defense.

“A situationship means they have feelings for each other but aren’t in a committed relationship. At least, not yet anyway.” Kate explained.

“Exactly. They text and go on dates. That’s a situationship. And as we’ve said, the stage before dating.” Gwen continued.

“There’s a stage before dating?” Peter asked. “Isn’t that just friendship?”

“How have you never heard these words? What do boys learn in school?” Kate asked.

“Where did she even find that guy? Under the sea? He’s way too old to be blonde. Men should not be blonde past age 10. He seriously needs to grow up.” Peter scoffed as his jealousy got the better of him. He turned around to look at you again and you were doing your fake laugh as Sebastian told you a story in an obnoxiously loud voice.

“They met in her sociology class.” Kate replied. “He asked for her snap and then walked her to her next class. Isn’t that so cute?”

“So she likes that guy? And goes on dates with him?” Peter asked without taking his eyes off you. All he could think of was how some other guy was filling his space beside you on walks and taking you on dates that Peter never took you on.

“That’s what being in a situationship means, yes.” Gwen answered.

“But she just broke up with me- uh, Spiderman two months ago. She’s already moved on?” Peter asked sadly and looked back at the girls.

“Duh. Spiderman was so last semester.” Kate chuckled.

“And she’s happy with that guy?” Peter asked in a quiet voice.

“She’s over the moon.” Gwen insisted. “He’s all she talks about.”

Peters face crumbled when he heard this and he turned to look at you again. You were telling Sebastian something while he texted on his phone. You looked up when you felt eyes on you and made eye contact with Peter. He quickly looked away and felt tears come to his eyes. He blinked them back and pretended to fiddle with his shirt buttons. MJ noticed how upset he looked and as the only one present who knew why this upset him, she felt obligated to cheer him up.

“I think she’s just trying to cleanse her pallet of Spiderman. She doesn’t really like this guy. She just wants to start the process of moving on.” MJ said as she looked at Peter. Peter relaxed when he heard this and wiped his face.

“You’re sure?” He asked her.

“Trust me. She’s never getting over Spiderman. In fact-“

“Hey guys.” You said as you approached the group, accidentally cutting off MJ. She was about to tell Peter that you were very much still in love with him, but now he’d never know.

“Hey girl.” Kate smiled and wrapped an arm around you. You smiled at her and then looked at Peter, who looked like he had just seen a ghost.

“Hi Peter.” You smiled at him, making him look at you in surprise.

“Me hi?” He asked and pointed to himself.

“Yeah. Hey you.” You nudged him playfully, making him blush.

“Hi. You look really nice today.” He told you, reminding you both of old times.

“Thanks.” You smiled sadly and fixed your shirt.

“You do look nice.” Kate noticed. “All dolled up for your man?”

“Yeah, like I’d dress for a man.” You snorted. “In fact, lately I’ve been dressing for revenge.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” MJ chuckled. You laughed as well and then noticed the pained look on Peters face.

“He’s not actually my man.” You told him, though you weren’t really sure why you said it.

“I know. They were just filling me in on your situationship.” He said with a tight smile. Your smile dropped and you gave your friends a look.

“Guys. You told Peter?” You whispered in annoyance.

“Why would Peter care? Just because he had that crush on you two months ago?” Kate asked. You and Peter exchanged a look and quickly looked away from each other.

“Yeah. I don’t mind hearing about it. We’re friends now and friends talk about these things.” Peter shrugged but you both knew he was lying. The bell then rang and Kate and Gwen groaned.

“I gotta go.” Kate said and squeezed your arm before walking away.

“Same. See you later.” Gwen waved and headed towards her next class. MJ gave you a knowing look before leaving as well. She didn’t have a class now, but she wanted you to talk to Peter alone. Once it was just the two of you, you stepped in front of Peter so you could face each other.

“Look, I’m sorry you had to find out this way.”

“It’s okay. We broke up. You can date whoever you want.” He said with a tight smile.

“I’m not really dating him. I’m not even sure I like him. He takes five hours to text back and we’ve only hung out twice. I kinda played it up to my friends so they don’t think I’m pathetic for still being totally in love with….” You trailed off when you realized how much information you were spilling. Peters eyebrows went up and all the hope in the world filled his eyes.

“Sorry. This whole conversation was way too much exposition.” You laughed awkwardly.

“A little bit, yeah.” He laughed as well and desperately hoped you’d finish that sentence.

“All I wanted to say is, I’m not moving on. It’s important to me that you know that.”

“Why?” Peter wondered. “Why do you want me to know that?”

“Because I don’t want you to move on, okay?” You admitted without looking at him.

“You don’t?” Peter asked as a smile broke through on his lips. You were about to say more when the second bell rang, meaning you were already late.

“I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later?” You asked genuinely. Peter nodded and felt his heart piece itself back together. He went to his next class with a huge smile on his face and for the first time in months, allowed himself to be hopeful about getting back together.

A few days later, you were on your third date with Sebastian. He invited you to watch his lacrosse game and met up with him afterwards. As he approached you, his entire team followed him and clapped him on the shoulders while hyping him up. He pulled you into a hug that you didn’t want because he was sweaty and people were watching.

“Oh, hi.” You laughed awkwardly and stepped out of the hug.

“So you liked watching me play?” He asked you like he already knew the answer was yes.

“Yeah! Yeah, it was so….fun.” You kept your smile as you struggled to think of an acceptable adjective. You didn’t actually enjoy watching a bunch of sweaty guys jump on top of each other, but you wanted to be polite.

“Cool, cool. So while my boys are all with me, I wanted to ask you something.” Sebastian said while running his fingers through his hair. His hair wasn’t actually in his eyes, but he liked to do that when he wanted it look cool. His teammates started barking and clapping him on the back again, which made you step back uncomfortably.

“What did you want to ask me?”

“I want to make this official.” He said and rubbed his hands together. His teammates started barking again and shouting some crude remarks while you smiled nervously.

“Make what official?”

“Us, dummy. You and me. Aha.” He laughed and gestured between the two of you. Every single one of his teammates was staring at you and expecting you to say yes. You gulped and forced a laugh to ease the tension.

“Are you saying you want to be my boyfriend?”

“Yeah. I do. Lucky you.” He said with a suave smile. You folded your lips in and looked to the side to see if anyone was hearing this.

“But, uh, don’t you think it’s a little soon?” You laughed nervously.

“No. I think it’s the exact right time. Right, boys?” Sebastian turned to ask his team and they all hyped him up.

“But you barely even know me.” You pointed out. “We’ve only been on two dates. And one of them was a movie so we didn’t really talk.”

“I know you. And that’s why I want to give you this.” He said and stepped forward. He cupped your face and pulled you into the most lifeless, stiff kiss of your life. You kept your eyes open and didn’t move a muscle until he pulled away.

“It was horrible, MJ. Horrible. It felt like kissing a concrete wall. Only colder and a lot less fun. No passion whatsoever. I gotta get out of this.” You told MJ once you were back in your room that night. You were both sitting on your bed and you were hugging a pillow for comfort after being traumatized by the worst kiss of your life.

“Is he at least nice?” MJ asked you.

“I don’t know. I guess so. He doesn’t excite me though. Not the way…” You trailed off and looked to the side.

“Peter did?” She finished your sentence.

“It’s just, I would get all these butterflies when Peter texted me. I was checking my phone all day to see if he sent anything. I’d hear love songs on the radio and think of him and I. He made me laugh, he asked me questions, and took his time getting to know me. But with Sebastian, I feel like we’re just in an endless cycle of “hey, what’s up?” , “not much, you?”, “Yeah not much”. And then five hours later, we’re having that same conversation all over again. I don’t know if he has siblings. I don’t know what he likes to do for fun. I his favorite songs. I couldn’t even tell you what color his eyes are even though I’ve see him three days a week in class. Because you know what? I don’t care. He’s not Peter.”

“And you want Peter.” MJ said as more of a statement than a question.

“I do.” You admitted. “Ugh. Am I totally lame and pathetic for wanting someone who lied to me?”

“No. You are totally lame for those socks though.” MJ said and looked down at the Spiderman socks you had on.

“I bought them from a guy on the street.” You mumbled as you moved to sit on your feet.

“I could tell.” MJ mumbled back.

“It’s been two months. I’m done torturing Peter.” You decided. “I’m gonna end things with Sebastian and tell Peter I still love him.”

“Tonight? Please say yes. My wifi is buffering and I’m so bored.” MJ whined and shook your arm.

“Tomorrow.” You told him. “I don’t want to ruin Sebastians night.”

“Fine.” MJ huffed. “But you better tell him tomorrow. He almost died when Gwen and Kate told him about Sebastian. I thought he was gonna throw up.”

“I’ll tell him, okay?” You promised her.

“Good.” She nodded in satisfaction. “Get your boyfriend back.”

“You know what?” You smiled. “I will.”

The next day, you didn’t have any classes with Peter so you had to wait until lunch to see him. You unblocked his number and texted him that you had to talk to him about something but that it had to be in person. Peter was ecstatic to see that text and couldn’t wait until lunchtime when he got to see you. You were already sitting at the lunch table when he got there, making his heart pound. He quickly fixed his hair and shirt before approaching the table.

“Hey, Y/n.” He smiled at you as he sat across from you.

“Hey, Peter. Do you think we could-“

“Hey, little lady.” Sebastian cut you off as he slung his arm around you. Your smile fell almost as quickly as Peters did with Sebastian’s unexpected presence.

“Sebastian. What are you doing here?” You laughed nervously and took his arm off of you. Peter gulped and balled his hand into a fist as he tried to stay calm at the sight of some other guy with his arm around you.

“What? I can’t sit with my girlfriend and her friends at lunch?” Sebastian asked you as he put his arm back around you. Everyone froze and exchanged a look before looking at you and Sebastian.

“His what?” Kate asked and raised an eyebrow.

“His what?” Peter asked as his face crumbled.

“Uhhhh…” You forced another laugh and took his arm off of you. You had never actually agreed to being Sebastian’s girlfriend after the kiss incident. You had just excused yourself and ran back to your dorm as fast as you could.

“Y/n didn’t tell you? We’re official. I’m not like other guys. Labels don’t scare me. I’m crazy about this woman and I don’t care who knows it.” Sebastian said with a smug smile. You turned your face and gagged a little at every single word choice he made while Kate and Gwen tried not to laugh.

“Do you even know her last name?” MJ asked him. You felt grateful she had come to the rescue because you yourself had no idea what to say.

“Doesn’t matter. Because one day, it’ll be the same as mine.” Sebastian smirked before leaning in to kiss you. You quickly turned your face so the kiss landed on your cheek instead. You made eye contact with Peter when you turned your face and he looked like he was near tears.

“Wow.” MJ mouthed and looked at the girls to signal that they needed to help you.

“Sebastian, I’ve never seen where the lacrosse players practice. Would you mind showing me?” Kate asked when she picked up on MJs hint.

“You know what? Neither have I. I would love to see it.” Gwen agreed and stood up.

“Oh, sure. I could take you.” Sebastian agreed. “Let’s go, Y/n.”

“Actually, I’m gonna stay here with Peter.” You told him.

“No, you should go with him.” Peter said and stood up as well.

“I don’t want to go with him. I wanted to talk to you.” You kept your eyes solely on Peter as you got up from the table.

“It’s okay. You should go with your boyfriend.” Peter said as his eyes brimmed with tears. You stared him in the eyes for a long time before he wiped his face and ran out of the lunchroom. You let out a sigh as you watched him disappear but decided that you were done playing games. You turned to Sebastian to tell him the truth.

“Sebastian, I didn’t like how you asked me to be your girlfriend in front of all your teammates. It made me feel like I had no choice but to say yes. And honestly, I didn’t want to say yes. I don’t know you well enough. And right now, I don’t see a future between us. I’m sorry for wasting your time.” You said simply before running out of the lunchroom after Peter.

“I don’t really give a fuck where the lacrosse team practices.” MJ admitted as she sat back down at the table. The other girls were silent for a minute before nodding in agreement and sitting down as well.

“Peter, wait.” You called after him as you chased him down the hallway. Peter kept walking but you eventually caught up to him and grabbed him by the shoulders. He was crying and looking down while wiping his runny nose on his sleeve.

“Peter, please talk to me. I need to explain.” You said as you pulled your sleeve over your hand to wipe his tears.

“You said you weren’t moving on. You said you didn’t want me to move on. When you asked me to talk today, I thought…” Peter trailed off when he felt too embarrassed to admit he thought you wanted to get back together.

“You thought what?”

“I thought you were ready to forgive me. And not just as pretend for our friends. You’ve been so nice to me lately and I felt like we were getting back to the way we used to be. But I’m such an idiot. I actually thought there was gonna be another chance for us.” He laughed sadly at Hoe dumb he felt for thinking that.

“Peter-“

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I blew it with you and I know that. I don’t know why I was stupid enough to let myself think you wanted to get back together. You obviously don’t and moved on and I don’t have any right to be upset about that since it’s my fault for fucking things up between us. I should’ve just told you who I was right away. We could’ve been happy and in love if I had. I’m sorry I ruined everything between us. I’m sorry I lied to you. And I’m sorry for being a baby about it now. I know I shouldn’t be upset. I just can’t believe you have a boyfriend and it isn’t me.” Peter said and broke into tears again. He tried to walk away but you pulled him into a hug and let him cry for minute.

“Peter?” You said and pulled away a little.

“What?” He sniffled.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. I never did. He asked me to be his girlfriend last night and I never gave him an answer. But it doesn’t matter now because I just ended things with him. I never moved on. And I was never gonna date that guy. I had no idea he was gonna sit with us at lunch and do that whole thing. I really wanted to talk to you, not rub some guy in your face. I never meant for that to happen. I would never purposefully try to make you upset. Please, believe me.”

“I believe you.” Peter nodded as he stared into your eyes. You stared back into his and smiled a little at how easily he accepted that you were telling the truth. He knew you, more than anyone else could say.

“Can we talk? About everything?” You laughed at how fucked up it all was now.

“I would like that.” Peter smiled softly.

“Maybe tonight? We could go for a walk like old times.” You offered as you took a pack of tissues out of your bag. Peters smile grew as he took the tissues.

“That would mean a lot to me. I can pick you up outside your dorm at 6.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then.” You squeezed his arm and walked away.

That night, Peter was outside your dorm but 5:45. He had showered, dosed himself in aftershave, and put on his least wrinkled shirt. He checked the time every minute or so in anticipation of your arrival. His nervous hands fiddled with his shirt, his hair, his watch, and anything else he could play with as he waited for you. 6:02 came and there was no sight of you. Peter grew hopeful every time someone came out of your dorm but it was never you.

6:11 came and went and you still hadn’t shown up. Peter sent you a few texts to make sure everything was all right but hadn’t gotten a response.

By 6:34, he assumed you had forgotten about your agreement to meet up but also wondered if he had gotten the day wrong. Maybe you hadn’t actually said tonight and said “tomorrow” instead.

At 7:06, Peter called it a night. He stood up from the stair he was sitting on and walked back to his apartment in tears. He didn’t care about the people staring at him because he was too heartbroken over you standing him up. He cursed himself for not realizing it was too good to be true. He wished he never let himself believe that he could get a second chance with you and just accepted that things were over for good. If he had, he would’ve saved himself grieving this relationship a second time.

Peter plopped his bag down at the library table the next day and immediately put his head down. He was anxious to see you and hear what you had to say about why you stood him up. Ned came to the table first, followed by Kate, MJ and Gwen.

“Hey, dude. How did things go with Y/n last night?” Ned asked and excitedly shook Peters arm. Peter sat up a little and rested his chin on his hand.

“I don’t know. She never showed up.” He said quietly. MJ immediately perked up when she heard this and looked at Peter.

“Oh, I’m sorry man.” Ned frowned. “That really sucks. I thought things were starting to change between you.”

“So did I. But I guess not.” Peter sighed and put his head back down.

“She never showed up?” MJ asked and lifted Peters head up by grabbing his hair.

“Ow.” He said and pulled away. “No, she didn’t. Did she tell you why she changed her mind?”

“She didn’t change her mind. She went downstairs to wait for you at like 5:30 because she was so exited. It was all she talked about all day. She even put on the perfume she was wearing the day you guys “met”. What do you mean she never showed up?” MJ whispered to him. Peters eyes went wide and he looked at Ned to see if he was hearing this too.

“I waited outside the dorm for an hour. She was never there.” Peter told her.

“Well what time did you arrive?” MJ asked.

“5:45. We agreed to meet at 6.” Peter told her. MJ’s face twisted in panic, making Peters do the same.

“MJ, what are you not saying?” Ned asked. Peter got a sick feeling in his stomach as he turned to MJ for answers.

“Y/n never come home last night. I assumed it was because she was fornicating with you.” MJ said, making Peters stomach drop.

“Gross. Fornicating?” Ned grimaced.

“She never came home?” Peter asked slowly. The energy at the table was filled with collective dread as everyone tried to think of the last time they spoke to you.

“If she wasn’t with you and she wasn’t with me, where the hell is she?” MJ asked angrily. Peter shrugged helplessly as Ned turned to Kate and Gwen.

“Is everything okay, guys?” Kate asked when she noticed the three of them looking like they had just seen a ghost.

“Have you guys seen Y/n today?” Ned asked them.

“No. She wasn’t in our first class together. I was just gonna ask you if she was sick?” Kate asked MJ.

“She’s not sick. She left our room last night and was supposed to meet Peter outside but he says she never showed up.“

“And she never came home?” Kate asked while Gwen covered her mouth in fear. MJ shook her head, making everyone fall silent. No one knew what to do next until Gwen spoke.

“Call her. Everyone call and text her.” Gwen said to break the silence. Everyone whipped their phones out to text and call you but no one was able to reach you.

“No answer.” Gwen sighed after the fifth missed call.

“Me either.” Kate shook her head. “My texts aren’t being delivered.”

Everyone was quiet as the gravity of the situation became more apparent. Peter felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, something that only happened to him when danger was near.

“Guys.” Peter began. “I think something really bad happened to her. And I think it’s because of me.”

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Dance the Night Away: Peter Parker X Reader

A/N: This ain’t following any particular timeline – let’s just say... idk, after Far from Home, maybe?

WARNING: use of the ‘P’ word (Flash being Flash)

Peter walked down the hallway amidst the chatter, trying to reach his locker as the crowd grew thicker and thicker, making it impossible for him to even see properly. Which was until a hand seized his wrist and pulled him through, letting go of him as he smashed into the storage compartment with force enough to make his brains rattle.

“Oops, sorry,” you said with a sheepish smile.

Peter had turned to thank whoever it was, but, catching sight of you, he groaned. Not that he didn’t like you – you and Peter had been best friends since you were eight years old. Recently, however, a banner had been put up by the senior girls announcing that prom would be taking place the following Saturday. And with only about five days left, you had taken to pestering Peter into going, hoping that if you’d fling the question unexpectedly, Peter would get scared into answering. You had, however, no luck so far.

“Y/N, I know what you’re going to say,” Peter warningly began, “And I don’t wanna hear it.”

“But I wanna say it,” you said, “And that I shall. Peter, come on! It’s a crucial life experience! I mean, you’re studying all the time these days, and I get it, you have a clear view of your future, and I’m happy for you. But pleeeaaaaaaase, just do it for me? It’s one night, Peter, come on! One night where you have to let go and just have fun! After that, we can go back to making circuit boards together like we used to, but just this once? C’mon, don’t tell me you’re turning me down.”

As you took a deep breath after this whole rant and Peter took one look at your sincere smile, he sighed.

“... Fine,” he mumbled.

Your eyes grew wide. Surely you’d misheard?

“What?” you asked, “Louder, please?”

“Fine!” Peter bellowed loudly so that a dozen heads turned in your direction and people began snickering.

Not caring in the least, you flashed a wide smile before engulfing Peter into a huge hug, speaking, “Thank you so much! It’ll be the best experience of your life, Peter!”

“Yes, that means better than your spiderman stuff,” you whispered in an undertone as Peter said a disbelieving, “Come on!”

Needless to say, you had finally convinced Peter to go to prom. Now came the hard part. Truth was, you had liked Peter since you were both, what, fourteen? Convincing Peter to go to prom was a task for the strong, but asking him to be your date? No way would he feel the same. Peter had never ever hinted, that your relationship could be more. In fact, he felt rather frantic to prove it couldn’t be more – something that convinced you that you did not belong together and that, someday, you would have to get over this silly little crush. Still, seeing Peter go to prom with any girl who made him happy was enough for you.

“Right, now that we’re going,” you said the following morning, when he’d found you standing next to his locker, waiting for him to arrive.

Peter sighed, “Mm hmm?”

“We need dates,” you ignored his disinterest.

“Do you have one?” asked Peter.

“It.... it’s complicated,” you muttered.

Peter crossed his arms, “Listening.”

You shot him a glare before sighing and telling him, “There’s... there’s this boy I like. I was really hoping he would ask me to homecoming back then, and I turned down anybody who asked me just to chase that blind belief. Guess what? He didn’t ask me. And I know he won’t now, but I don’t know... something inside me still hopes he would.”

“So, you’re scared to say yes to anyone in case he asked you but scared to say no to everyone in case he doesn’t ask you?” Peter clarified, causing you to laugh.

“Sounds about right.” you muttered, “But hey, enough about me, what about you? We need a date for you. Do you have anyone in mind?”

“Not really,” Peter shrugged.

“Okay....” you said slowly, “Well, I’ll just list off people you would be happy with as they come to my mind... maybe you can ask one of them.”

“Fire away.”

“Okay... well, there’s Emma Jones from my biology class,” you began, “And she’s really nice.”

“Not my type.”

“Oh,” you frowned, “Okay... Alyssa from P.E?”

“The one who said spiderman sucks? No thanks.”

“Zoe from English?”

“Nope.”

“Ava from chemistry lab?”

“Meh.”

“... MJ?” you asked in defeat as Peter incredulously looked at you (A/N: sorry MJ, I love you <3).

“Okay, fine,” you snapped, “I’m done helping. Let me know if you find someone?”

Peter gave another nod as the two of you made your way to class.

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You were panicking. Two days were all that were left, and so far, you had turned down countless boys including Flash Gordon who had swore and made rude hand gestures at you as a way to handle rejection. You didn’t know what was wrong – why was this impossible hope of Peter asking you still clouding your possibilities of a relationship?

Peter knew nothing of this – yet he annoyed you. If he was too blind to notice that you were madly in love with him, why did the very sight of his face make your brain go empty?

Now with one day left and nobody to ask you, you slumped moodily throughout the day, not talking and sitting silently at lunchtime, stabbing your potatoes pretending that it was your feelings for Peter.

“Okay you’re freaking me out now,” Peter said as the two of you were walking home and you still hadn’t opened your mouth.

“No date – again. God, this is just like homecoming,” you groaned.

Peter looked surprised.

“I thought a lot of guys asked you?”

“They did!” you moaned, “It’s just – that guy, I don’t know why he has this effect on me. It’s like – we weren’t meant to be together or maybe I wasn’t meant to go out with anyone ever.”

“Hey, that’s not true,” said Peter with something new in his expression. Behind the terribly unconvincing ‘concerned best friend’ mask, you saw a flicker of something... smugness? No, you were dreaming. You hadn’t eaten all day – this was probably a side-effect.

“You know what, I’m gonna grab a sandwich at Delmar’s,” you muttered, “I haven’t eaten since morning. Do you want to come?”

“Sorry, I promised May I’d come home,” he sheepishly said, “She wanted me to go get an outfit with her.”

“Oh,” you snickered, “Good luck with that. See you tomorrow!”

“See you.”

And with a heavy heart, you walked away from your only chance of having the person you cared about most as your date to prom.

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“Oh god, what was I thinking?” you muttered, staring the reflection of you in a(n) F/C dress with your hair styled <inert preferred style here>.

“This is stupid!” you said to no one in particular, before taking a deep breath and walking to the apartment across from yours and knocking on the door.

The door opened to reveal Peter.

“Oh, good you’re here, this will take just a second, May wants to –” he stopped abruptly, staring at you with eyes round as saucers.

“Um,” you began, he still kept staring.

“Earth to Peter, you still in there?” you snapped your fingers in front of his face as he blinked and turned a delicate shade of red.

“You – you look nice,” he managed to choke out.

“Thanks...?” you said, walking inside and taking a seat on the couch.

“Okay, um, M-may will take us there in her c-car, she’ll be h-here any moment, let’s just w-wait.”

“Pete, you having a stroke or something?” you asked in concern.

“No, I’m fine.” (A/N: he’s not 😉)

As if she had sensed Peter’s need to be rescued, Aunt May came walking into the room. She stopped at the sight of her nephew staring slightly at you, who was examining a coffee mug on the table. Smiling to herself, she cleared her throat.

Both of you jumped in surprise.

“We’re ready to go,” May stated, as the two of you got to your feet, following her to the car.

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“This was a mistake, wasn’t it?” you asked, looking at the doors of your school gym which were closed ominously.

“Why?” asked Peter in surprise, “I thought you wanted to go?”

“I do,” you admitted, “But – we don’t have dates, it’ll look so... lame.”

Peter scoffed, “Y/N, do you really need the dimwits that attend this school to justify how many cool points you have?”

“Not exactly,” you said in surprise, feeling slightly better.

“Yeah, come on, let’s just do it. Together, okay?” asked Peter as you nodded.

You both took nervous, deep breaths before pushing the doors open to reveal the commotion inside.

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You two were walking across the gym, interestedly examining the decorations ang pulling faces at the couples which were making out, till you bumped into something hard.

“OOF!” you groaned, falling to the floor.

“You okay?” Peter asked hurriedly, pulling you to your feet. As you both turned to look who it was, you were surprised to see Flash standing there with his mouth hanging open.

“No way,” he said, gaping, “HEY EVERYONE, LOOK! IT’S DATELESS L/N AND PENIS PARKER!”

You groaned as a million heads turned your way and slowly, the laughter broke out, jeers of the obscene names Flash had called you now echoing off the walls.

“Haha, real funny, Flash,” Peter said sarcastically, but once he saw your near-tears expression, he seized your wrist and pulled you out of the gym into the open.

“Come on,” he pacifyingly said, “Don’t cry over him, Y/N! He’s not worth it.”

���This is homecoming all over again,” you groaned, struggling to contain your tears, “School dances were never meant for me. Let’s just – let’s just go home and finish making that model spaceship we were working on.”

“Sounds like a worthwhile night to me,” Peter shrugged, tossing a brave smile your way, “You don’t need prom to be happy, you know. Let’s go.”

And so the two of you walked home, talking amongst yourselves, being the best friends you’d been since eight.

Best friends.

The sound of that word made your blood boil hot. How naïve were you? This was absolutely perfect – a million guys on the planet and you chose to fall for one who would never see you the same way.

As your apartment building came closer, Peter cleared his throat and spoke, “Wait in the living room with May for ten minutes. I have a surprise for you.”

“Seriously?” you asked, taken aback.

“Yeah, why not?”

“What is it?” you asked curiously.

Peter cocked an eyebrow.

“Kinda missing the point of a surprise if I told you what it was.”

“Makes sense,” you agreed, “Okay, but make it quick. I’m dying of curiosity.”

“You’ll live for another ten minutes,” Peter assured you.

Your curiosity was now bubbling to the surface like boiling water threatening to spill. You thought of what Peter could possibly have to surprise you, and you stopped to sit on a couch in the living room next to Peter’s aunt.

After exhausting every possibility (each as unlikely as the next), Peter finally dragged you ti the door of his room.

“... I’ve seen your room before, you know,” you laughed slightly.

“That’s not the surprise,” Peter playfully rolled his eyes, “Okay, close your eyes.”

“Jesus, Peter,” you snorted as his hands placed themselves over your eyes, “You are such a drama queen.”

“Open them... now!”

And you opened your eyes to see that the usual clutter surrounding Peter’s room had been cleared away, leaving some space for god-knows-what in the middle of it.

“Wow, you finally cleaned your room!” you exclaimed, “That is a surprise.”

“That’s still not the surprise!” Peter whined, “C’mere.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you close as your brain clouded with confusion. What the heck was going on?

Peter threw his phone aside as a light waltz began playing through the air. Peter placed one hand on your waist and the other one to grab yours as your confusion cleared away.

“You said you wanted to go to prom,” Peter stated as you two swayed on the spot, moving slightly to the music, “You didn’t say where. Now we’re away from judgy eyes, we can be weird.”

“Seriously, Peter?” you giggled at his dorkiness, “I never knew you were so cute.”

The words had slipped from your mouth before you had time to think them through. You were praying he didn’t hear you, but a hitch in his breath made your heart drop.

“You – you think I’m cute?” Peter asked, blushing furiously.

“Well,” you sighed, there was no backing out of this, “... Yeah, I do.”

You looked down, refusing to meet his eyes.

“And the guy you wanted to get asked by...?” Peter didn’t need to finish his question; he knew you understood.

“Yes,” you whispered, tears brimming at the corner of your eyes once more.

You sucked in a deep breath and looked up, “Look, Peter, I know you don’t feel the same and it’s honestly okay –”

“Shut up,” Peter mumbled, his lips brushing over yours. Your lips brushed together a few times as the both of you melted into the addicting sensation, not aware of the surroundings, not caring in the least. To Peter, all that mattered in that moment, was you.

You two pulled apart after a while, both blushing like crazy with no idea what to do next. It was you who spoke first, shyly.

“I – I think it’s a good thing we’re alone right now. That would be an embarrassing yearbook photo.”

[flourgirl]

When The Party’s Over

Part II to “Even If It’s a Lie”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Peter Parker x Gwen Stacy, Harry Osborn x Reader

Summary: The closer that Peter gets to Gwen, the more he realizes how irreplaceable you are to him.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: A few curse words here and there.

A/N: There’s going to be a third and final part to this story, so if you’d like to be tagged in it, please shoot me an ask or a reply and I’ll gladly add you to the tag list. Hope you guys enjoy this new part and happy reading :-)

“Counted all my mistakes and there's only one Standing out from the list of the things I've done All the rest of my crimes don't come close To the look on your face when I let you go” -Where Do Broken Hearts Go, One Direction

It had been 17 days since you had last seen Peter and all you could do was sit in your favorite coffee shop and stare at all the muffins in the case. Peter loved muffins. His favorite flavor was banana nut, and usually the two of you would jam out to all of your favorite songs while you waited for them to come out of the oven.

“Y/N,” Betty said, snapping you out of your daze, “Are you alright? You’ve been staring at the pastries for, like, five minutes.”

MJ put down whatever book she had decided to read this week. “Yeah, if you want one, go for it. You deserve it. Here, I’ll pay.” 

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a wadded up $10 bill, dropping it onto the table in front of you, and returned to her book.

“You could get a slice of cheesecake,” Betty suggested. “I know how much you like the raspberry one from here.”

But all you could think about was how you wished Peter loved you the way that he loved those stupid banana nut muffins.

“I’m not hungry,” you muttered, crossing your arms and closing your eyes to take in the soft jazz music that was playing alongside the chatter of the café. “But I’m keeping the ten bucks.”

“Maybe it would help take your mind off of things if you met someone new,” MJ suggested without even looking up at you. It was honestly amazing how she could carry on a conversation while still being so engrossed in her book.

“Yeah, Y/N,” Betty agreed, “You’re so smart, and pretty, and you made all of the baked goods currently taking up lots of precious space in our kitchen.”

“You’re a stress baker,” MJ added. She was right. Over the past two and a half weeks since that night, you had baked three cakes, four pies, and seven different kinds of bread. Maybe tonight wasn’t the night you tried out the new focaccia recipe you had been eyeing.

“I don’t know, guys,” you said, slinking further down into your chair. “I just don’t think I’m ready for that sort of thing.”

“That’s okay,” Betty reassured you. “Take all the time you need. But we’re here for you, Y/N.”

And that’s how the rest of that day went. Lots of suggestions on ways to stop thinking about Peter and you shooting them down. No matter how Betty and MJ tried to make you feel better, your mind was stuck on the nine voicemails and thirty-two texts he had sent you saying how he was sorry for whatever he did and how he just wanted things to be normal again.

Except you didn’t want normal. You wanted him. You wanted his bad puns and the way his sweaters smelled when he let you borrow one. And the worst part was, he didn’t even know what he did wrong. He didn’t know that he had broken your heart.

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It wasn’t like Peter didn’t like Gwen. She was outgoing and confident, and he liked how it felt like she was always the center of attention. People wanted to talk to her, or sit next to her, or even have her know that they existed.

But she wasn’t anything like you, and the more time that Peter spent with her, the more apparent that became. She didn’t rant about reality TV or get so overwhelmed during public speaking assignments that the only way she could calm down was with a hug from him. In many ways, she was perfect. Except for the fact that she wasn’t you.

“We’re still on for Flash’s party on Saturday, right?” Gwen asked as she walked with Peter out of the lecture hall where they learned about vascular mechanics.

Honestly, Peter hadn’t even remembered that she had asked him to go to that until she brought it up just now. He was too stressed out wondering whether or not you’d ever speak to him again. 

But what did he do to make you upset? He had promised that if you wanted to leave the party, you could tell him and the two of you would go. Except you never said anything. You just got up and left, without even saying goodbye. You hated him and it killed him to not know why.

Despite this, he wanted to be the good guy and not disappoint any more people, and so he took Gwen’s hand in his and said, “Yeah, definitely. I’ll be there.”

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If someone had told you that you’d run into Harry Osborn in the middle of Arthur Avenue, you’d say they were crazy. And if that same someone said that you’d ask him on a date, they’d be even crazier. But somehow, some way, that’s exactly what happened.

You were on the way to interview a third-generation restaurant owner for your Italian class. You had never been very good at foreign languages, but you would use any excuse to take a trip to Little Italy. The nervous knots in your stomach from the possibility that they would only speak in a dialect that you couldn’t understand was worth it, because this little nook of the city was home to the best arancini in all of America.

To be honest, it seemed unbelievable that he’d be there, at that exact time, in that exact place to where you’d run right into him. You had been too busy reviewing the notes you had taken during the interview to see that you were on a direct path towards face planting into his torso.

“Fuck,” you grumbled, staring down at your notes scattered on the sidewalk at your feet. The guy you had just ran into kneeled down to gather them into a neat stack, handing them back to you.

“Y/N?” he asked, which caught you off guard. Who the hell was this? It wasn’t until you stared at his face for a few seconds that you recognized him. That guy that Gwen was with at the party. He looked a lot different in his button down and khakis compared to the sweatshirt and baseball cap he had on when you had first met him.

“Uh, hi. You’re Gwen’s friend, right? Henry.” You knew his name. You just didn’t plan on letting that you knew it.

“Yeah, but it’s Harry. Sorry about that, by the way. So, anyway, what brings you all the way down to Little Italy? It’s pretty far from campus,” he told you, as if you didn’t know that. I mean, you had walked all the way here, hadn’t you?

You shrugged, looking away from him. “I guess I could ask you the same thing.”

It was the first time in a while that someone wasn’t fawning over him just because he was rich. Honestly, it was really refreshing. “I asked first,” he noted, mimicking your crossed arms with a smirk.

Who does this guy think he is? 

“Listen,” you sighed. “I really don’t have time for this. I need to get back to my apartment and finish up writing this essay that’s due at midnight.”

“So you’re taking Italian, I presume?” he asked, it suddenly becoming quite clear as to what you were doing on the other side of the city.

“Yeah. And let me guess, you were eating brunch at some fancy, expensive restaurant that your dad owns, drinking some $100 bottle of wine while some nerd you pay does your homework, huh?”

“No,” he laughed. “I was helping put together Thanksgiving dinner baskets for underprivileged families down at the soup kitchen.”

It was only then that you noticed how annoyingly handsome he was. Essentially, he was the male version of Gwen. Same blonde hair and preppy style that just screamed “I have a trust fund.”

“Of course. What, did you need a good photo op ever since the Daily Bugle ran that issue where they called you a spoiled playboy who loves to party?”

You had no intentions of entertaining him, especially since he was a friend of Gwen’s. The girl that had kissed Peter right in front of you, and pretended like she couldn’t remember your name. The girl that Peter was probably with right now.

“I’m not going to pretend like that wasn’t part of it, but believe it or not, I’m not actually as big of a selfish asshole as the papers make me out to be.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, I can tell by the cashmere sweater vest and leather loafers that you’re wearing that you’re so down to earth.”

There was an awkward silence, and Harry decided to change the subject before he pissed you off even more. But what he chose to mention next was the one thing on the planet that you didn’t want to talk about.

“So, uh, I guess your friend Peter is with Gwen now,” he started, which had somehow managed to make you dislike him even more than you already did. Sure, there was no way for him to know how you felt about the whole situation, but it still pained you to think about how you had become an afterthought to who you thought was the guy who would always have your back.

You blinked back at him, frowning. “Yeah, I guess so,” you muttered. And then there was another awkward silence.

“Well, I’ll let you go now. It’s obvious I’m taking up some very precious time in your day,” he said, offering a weak smile. “Maybe we’ll see each other around campus.” 

It suddenly dawned on you that you might have been just a little too hard on him. He seemed nice enough, even if you weren’t a big fan of the company he kept. Before you could even really think about it, you called out, “Wait!” and walked over to meet him when he had turned around.

“I’m sorry,” you admitted, nervously toying with the hem of your sweater. “I’m just in a really bad mood.”

“It’s fine,” he reassured you, although he wasn’t quite as confident as when the two of you had started your conversation. “We all have bad days. I hope yours gets better.”

“It could, if you’d let me buy you a coffee,” you said, genuinely smiling for the first time in a while. Sure, it was nice to think that Peter would probably be upset once he heard that you had asked someone out and he knew nothing about it, but a small part of you was asking just because Harry Osborn seemed like the kind of guy you’d like to have around.

“Sure,” he answered back, running a hand through his hair, which seemed to be in a perpetually perfect messy-but-not-too-messy state. “Have you ever been to Hungry Ghost in Brooklyn?”

Your eyes lit up. “That’s actually my favorite café! They have this really awesome grand piano in the middle of the room, and every Friday they have an open mic where anybody can sign up to play it.”

Your enthusiasm honestly surprised you. It was nice to have something to talk about that didn’t somehow involve Peter.

“Actually, I’m signed up to play tomorrow night,” Harry told you, “Do you like jazz?”

It almost seemed too good to be true. You loved jazz. “Definitely,” you confirmed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Alright, cool. Let’s make a deal. I’ll let you buy me a coffee if you come watch me play tomorrow night.”

“Deal,” you agreed, before turning back towards your apartment, all giddy with excitement to tell MJ and Betty about what had just happened.

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“You probably didn’t know this, but Y/N’s been hanging out with Harry Osborn,” Ned said, walking into the common room wearing his “special” Hawaiian shirt, which Peter knew meant he was going someplace fancy. “They’re kind of dating.”

Peter looked up immediately from his linear algebra homework. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach about what Ned had just revealed, but he didn’t know why. He was with Gwen, and if you wanted to date Harry Osborn, then you could. But still, he found himself being just a little bit jealous that some other guy was filling in for him.

“Oh,” Peter said, looking back down at his homework. He couldn’t focus anymore, so he just shut the notebook and threw it from where he was sitting on the top bunk onto his desk. “How long has that been going on?”

“Two days now, but they’ve been spending every minute together since. Betty said that they bumped into each other on the street and she just asked him on a date out of nowhere,” he replied, tying his shoes to go meet his girlfriend for date night. “I just thought I’d let you know, in case you saw them when you were out and got mad at me for keeping it from you.”

“Thanks, dude,” Peter sighed, lying on his back, “You’re a good friend.”

“I know. Anytime, man. Now I gotta go. M’lady awaits,” he said. Peter didn’t even have to look to know that his roommate had just tipped his imaginary fedora.

Harry Osborn wasn’t even your type, Peter thought. You didn’t like guys as “pretty” as him, and you had always been more into brown eyes, not blue. So what was the appeal? His trust fund? Peter knew that you weren’t that shallow. It was just that, well, he couldn’t imagine you falling for someone like that.

You’re with Gwen, Peter kept reminding himself. So many guys would kill to be in your place. It wasn’t until he checked the time that he realized that he was actually about 20 minutes late to meeting her for the party. The stupid party at Flash Thompson’s tacky apartment that he didn’t even want to go to in the first place.

It was an understatement to say that Gwen was pissed when Peter knocked on her front door over half an hour late to the time they had agreed upon.

“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting,” she complained, smoothing out her sparkly silver dress that caught the light just right when she moved.

“I’m sorry,” Peter sighed, grabbing her hand as they walked down the street. “Uh, I guess I just lost track of time.”

“Whatever,” Gwen said, “Just don’t let it happen again.”

When they finally arrived at the party, the bowls of potato chips and mini pretzels were nearly empty. The floor was sticky, and Old Town Road boomed from the speakers in the living room. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” Peter told Gwen, leaving her to greet all of her friends that had been waiting for her to show up. 

As Peter wandered towards the keg, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and Harry, and all the things that he didn’t know about your newfound relationship with some guy you had just met. He still didn’t know why he was so upset about it. He should be happy you had found someone you liked. In high school, all you ever talked about was finding the perfect guy, and if that was Harry Osborn, who was Peter to make a fuss about it?

But that didn’t stop Peter from filling up his plastic cup more times than he should’ve that night. It wasn’t until he was being dragged back to his dorm room by Gwen after puking on Flash’s couch that he realized what was wrong. He wanted to be that guy. The one who got to hold your hand and cuddle with you during scary movies. The one that got to love you and be loved by you.

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[parkersharthook]

We’ve Only Just Begun

Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: bad words, crack fluff

2.5k+ words

Reference TikToks: kiss my best friend challenge & rich best friend check

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“Peter I’m bored.”

“Hi bored, I’m Peter.” Peter looked to you with a small smirk

“I know, I did just address you. Also, never say that joke to me every again if you wanna keep dating.”

“ooh, harsh crowd.” Peter laughed.

“babyyyy I’m bored. It’s summer vacation, I should not be this bored.”

“y/n, you’re distracting my intern.” Your dad snipped quickly, elbows deep into some kind of machinery. You weren’t really sure what they were working, having gotten very uninterested once they started. “He’s helping me right now; do you want me to lose an arm?”

You rolled your eyes and spun around in the chair, “dad you always take him.”

“hey, you get him every day during the school year. Summer is my time.”

Peter looked between the father and daughter with a brow raised, “are you two seriously fighting over me right now?”

“well I wouldn’t have to fight over my boyfriend with my dad if Harley was here right now. That selfish idiot left and now you’re the only wonder boy to entertain my dad.”

Tony scoffed and held out his hand, wordlessly asking Peter for some tool. Peter handed it over immediately before turning his head back, “where did Harley go?”

“I don’t know, he just said he was leaving and walked out.”

“maybe he’s got a hot date.”

You huffed and slouched in the seat, narrowing your eyes at Peter. “makes one of us.”

Tony laughed and twisted slightly to give you a wink, “sorry honey but that was the deal. I let your boyfriend stay here if he helps me out.”

You rolled your eyes so hard Peter was concerned you’d see your brain, “oh puh-lease, you wanted Peter here just as much as I did. Either for Spidey stuff or normal nerd stuff, you’re just using this as an excuse.”

“fine but at least I’m not complaining about him sneaking into your room every night.” Peter sputtered, his face going instantly red and almost dropping whatever mechanic was in his hand.

“oh Mr. stark, i- we don’t- it’s not-“

“relax kid, if I was going to crucify you I’d have already done it.” Tony spun to face you, “now can you please go bother someone else. If you really want to spend time with Peter you’ll let us finish this.”

You huffed and left the lab as Peter blew you a quick kiss causing you flip him off jokingly. This is not what you wanted when you wished for your boyfriend to get along with your dad.

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It had been a few hours and you were still bored. You had promptly gone to your room after leaving the lab and gone on tiktok, you’re absolute favorite way to waste time but now you were bored again. And you missed Peter, especially after a stupid trend kept popping up on your fyp of people kissing their “best friends” making you realize you weren’t kissing your very kissable boyfriend right now.

As if he could read your thoughts, Peter waltzed into your bedroom and immediately shucked his shirt off to wipe his face and hands.

“well hello to you too stud.” You said, biting your lip and very obviously ogling his toned body.

Peter laughed as he threw his oil stained shirt into the hamper and went to grab another from the dresser. You pouted, “why are you putting a new one on? You look fine without it.”

“because it’s the middle of the day and anyone could come looking for us and I am not about to be killed by any of the avengers because I’m corrupting their ‘little princess’”. Peter said as he put the new shirt on and flopped next to you, his chin now resting on his hand as he looked up at you.

“ugh they need to get over themselves and realize that we’re adults who’ve been dating for three years and basically already live together.”

Peter shrugged, his empty hand rubbing against your bare leg casually. “you’re always going to be the little girl they watched grow up.” He laughed at your pout and squeezed your thigh, “what have you been up to? Cured your boredom?”

“No.” you huffed, “just been scrolling on tiktok. Kinda want to start making them, could be fun.”

“what would you make?”

You shrugged, immediately struck with a great idea. “I don’t know whatever the trends on. I’m gonna put the tv on, don’t move.”

You shimmied out of bed, setting your phone up as discreetly as possible and turning on your tv. You started the video and moved back to the bed. You knew the trend was to kiss a best friend but you thought it would still be fun with Peter, plus you are best friends… you’re just also already dating. So not cheating, just a loophole.

Peter was still on his stomach, hand supporting his face, as he scrolled aimlessly through Instagram. And with you sitting against your headboard, it looked friendly enough. You waited for the right time before sliding down so you were laying next to him, practically under him. He looked up at you and smiled and for a second you were worried that he was gonna go ahead and kiss you but luckily he waited just long enough where you could initiate it in time with the song. You surged forward, hand immediately coming to weave into his curls to pull him closer.

Peter was obviously not expecting you to kiss him so aggressively so he fell slightly before catching himself on one arm that was now positioned next to your head, the other going to hold your hip. Now you really were under him.

You got lost in kissing him for a few moments when you realized the video was probably done and detached your lips. You giggled as Peter chased your lips, eyes still mostly closed. You slid out from beneath him and walked over to your phone.

“wha- where are you going?” Peter pouted, running his hands through his messy curls. You bit your thumb nail slightly as you rewatched the video, it was cute. “did you take a video of that?”

You nodded and showed him, watching a goofy smile stretch onto his face as he looked up at you, “so when you said you were gonna start filming TikToks you meant immediately.”

You shrugged and sat next to him, “no but the opportunity presented itself.”

You quickly captioned the video ‘sooo I kissed my bsf’ and tagged Peter’s account before posting it and throwing your phone to the side.

Peter kissed your bare shoulder, “is this gonna become a regular thing?”

You giggled and shrugged, “I don’t know. Guess you’ll have to wait and see.” Peter groaned, grabbing you around the middle and falling back onto the bed, pulling you down with him.

--

It was a few days later when you opened tiktok again, surprised to see your video had racked up 600 thousand likes and over 5 million views. You were surprised to see that it had gone semi-viral and yet no one recognized you. Not that you had your legal name in your username and you definitely weren’t as famous as your dad and family, but you weren’t hidden away either. Honestly though, this was kinda nice to just be another twenty-one year old on tiktok, posting stupid videos for fun.

You went to the comments immediately to see what people were saying and laughed at some of the funnier ones. You noticed that even MJ had commented.

Usera: aw so cute *blocked*

Userb: ms girl… he’s been waiting for this

Userc: no way best friends kiss like that

everythingbagel: “bsf” yeah fucking right y/n

⇲ begginstrips: hehe love you mj

You went back to your fyp and scrolled through a bit before you ran into stassie baby’s video of her showing off Kylie’s car collection with the audio saying, ‘rich best friend check’. You quickly sent the video to Peter, who was currently at lunch with Harry and Ned.

y/n: wanna do this when you get back?

Peter: lol sure seems funny

it was a few more hours before Peter got back to the compound, him easily finding you curled into the couch watching How To Train Your Dragons. You smiled as he dropped a kiss to your forehead, “this movie again?”

“it’s one of the best movies ever made,” you sassed back, “so yes, this movie again.”

He leaned down over the back of the couch smiling into your face before giving you another quick succession of kisses. “wanna film that tiktok?”

You checked the time before nodded, languidly stretching your body and standing up. “where should we start it?”

And that’s how Wanda found you and Peter at 3 am, videoing rando fancy stuff around the compound, you strutting and swaying your hips dramatically. Wanda followed Peter around, who was filming, laughing at your antics and giving you tips on what to include. The three of you got so loud, that Tony eventually woke up to investigate what the three of you were up to… as it was usually not great.

“are you sure we can film this? I don’t reveal any state secrets.” Peter whispered not so well.

“what state secrets are we revealing?” you whirled around to see your father, one brow raised and a hip cocked to the side.

“good entrance, very dramatic dad.” You said with a laugh, “and there aren’t any state secrets being revealed.”

“what are you filming?”

“A tiktok.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “I’m not even gonna pretend to know what that is. Anyways go to bed, you guys are being loud.”

“yeah, yeah. We’re just finishing up.” You watched your dad walked away before turning back to Peter and Wanda, “let’s go film in front of one of his suits.”

--

Peter had posted the photo to his account and captioned it: “@begginstrips is my sugar momma ;)” before promptly throwing his phone to the floor and passing out next to you in bed.

It was 10 in the morning – which was far too early as you and Peter had only fallen asleep at 4 am – when MJ started calling you and didn’t stop until you literally rolled out of bed onto the floor to pick up.

“what the fuck m? it is too fucking early.”

“you’re all over the news.”

You paled, “what?” Everything you ever did wrong very quickly flashed through your eyes, your mind scrambling to remember what was caught on camera.

“yeah your tiktok went viral. People are freaking out.” You sagged in relief.

“Jesus mj you can’t just say that shit for it to be tiktok.” A pause, “wait which tiktok?”

“the one Peter posted of his ‘rich best friend’ and you walking around the compound.”

You let out a quick laugh, “oh ok. That’s not that bad.”

“also can we talk about this whole best friend schtick you and Peter have going on tiktok? What the fuck?”

You chuckled slightly before crawling back into bed, your heart now beating at a normal pace. “the first one was just a trend so I lied to follow it and then it was just the sound. Also he is my best friend, he’s just also my boyfriend.”

MJ scoffed, “rude. I’m your best friend.”

“right, right. Sorry.” Peter grumbled slightly as he buried his head into your hip. You gently carded your fingers through his curls, “do you know why it’s all over the news?”

“apparently people didn’t know you existed? I don’t know, just thought that you might want a warning in case your dad got angry.”

“well I appreciate it, regardless of the fact that you basically gave me a heart attack and woke me up at butt fuck.”

“it’s 10 am, get over yourself and have a cup of coffee. Anyways, lunch tomorrow?”

You yawned, “sure sounds good. Wanna invite betty?”

“she’s still in Hawaii with her family, they’re coming back this weekend.”

“right, ok. Let me know what time you wanna go.”

“will do. Love you bitch.”

You smiled into the phone and yawned again, “love you bitch.” You hung up and tossed your phone to the floor, rubbing your eyes harshly.

Peter barely opened his eyes as he looked up at you, “what was that about?”

“apparently we’re famous.” You replied as you reached over his body to grab his phone.

Peter snuggled deeper into your body, wrapping his arms around your leg and laying his head in your lap. You rested against the headboard, one hand still playing with his curls and one now scrolling to Peter’s tiktok.

You blanched as you saw the video had gotten over 6 million likes and 45 million views overnight. And according to the comments, people were very confused.

User1: ummm is that the avengers compound or am I tripping?

User2: so we’re all just finding out tony stark has a child rn?

User3: mmmm something don’t add up here?

You sighed as turned the phone off, rubbing your eyes again. A headache was quickly setting in. You leaned down to press a chaste kiss to Peter’s cheek before slowly working your way out of his grasp.

He whined, “baby where are you going? It’s early.”

“I have to go talk to my dad about this but you keep sleeping babe.”

He rolled over to face you as you walked towards your closet. “are you sure? I can come with you.”

“no, it’s ok baby. I really don’t think it’ll be a big deal.”

--

It was slightly a bigger deal than you realized. Pepper was now talking you through ‘making sure SI had a good image on social media’ while your dad smirked in a corner.

Pepper stroked your arm, “this isn’t bad press or anything. You’ll just have to be careful going into the future. And you know that with being a Stark, you’re gonna have a lot of eyes on you and probably a lot of criticism.” She sighed, “we’ve done a good job shielding you from the press for this long but it might be a lot.”

You smiled at her softly. Pepper really had always been like a mom to you and now that her and your dad were officially married, it was even more true. “Yeah I know. I’m honestly not too worried.” You turned to your dad, “did you know people didn’t know I existed?”

Tony shrugged, “Doesn’t surprise me. I have almost every record of you sealed from the public for your safety and you never were one for the spotlight.” He walked over and dropped a kiss onto your forehead, “never show my suits on your clock app again.”

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him, “for someone who owns a company based on new and cutting edge technology, you sure are out of touch.”

He gasped, a hand pressed to his heart. “how dare you, my own daughter.”

Pepper laughed softly, “she’s not wrong. Anyways, post whatever you want to your personal account. You’re an adult, so we trust you just be careful. I don’t want to see you getting hurt.”

You kissed her cheek before standing and stretching out your back. “don’t worry, I already have a plan for my next video.”

“god help us.” Tony muttered.

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Five Stages of a Heartbreak 4/5

Category~Angst? Idk you tell me lol

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Peter Parker Masterlist

~My Boi Petey’s POV~

“Do you think y/n hates me?”

“What?” Liz turned to me with a confused glance. Of course she was confused and the question was random. I didn’t even mean to say it out loud. She stopped collecting the items from her locker and stared into my eyes almost like she was looking for answers, but not to the question I presented.The awkward silence made me shift in place and I almost said nevermind, but then she answered me. “No. I just think she needs time to think things over” she stated looking back at her books. She grabbed her lunch bag and we proceeded to the lunchroom.

I nodded at her answer wondering if I should ask another but decided it was better to stay quiet. We walked over to the lunch table, looking around at the people seated.Y/n wasn’t there,which wasn’t unexpected. She had been avoiding me before the argument and it would only make sense for her to continue after. Liz and I sat in our seats and her friends immediately turned to her talking about something that happened earlier that day. I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss when it was just us four. Me, Ned, Mj and Y/n. When it was just us four we could talk about anything, now I barely understand or don’t care enough to listen to what our table is talking about.I turned back to Liz and tried to focus on the conversation she was having with the rest of the table but even she looked uninterested.

“I totally agree, baby Yoda is too cute” almost immediately me and Ned looked at each other and then back at the blond girl in front of us.Liz’s friend actually watch-

“Wait, you watch The Mandalorian?” Ned asked in shock, and to be completely honest I was shocked too.

“Yeah Grogu is adorable isn’t he-” I chimed in finally excited we could all talk about something as a group

“Who?” she asked, looking between the two of us. Me and Ned looked around the table for help but they all seemed just as confused as she was.

“You know… Grogu Aka baby Yoda” Ned explained in which the girls gave an unsure nod.

“Right. Well we will call him baby Yoda because that's cuter. And no we don’t watch star wars-”

“The Mandalorian-”

“Right,That. We just like baby Yoda, he’s so stinkin 'cute” she explained, making my thoughts wander again. Me and Y/n would binge watch The Mandalorian in my room whenever we were bored or couldn’t sleep. She would also rave about how cute baby Yoda was.In fact i'm pretty sure that's the only reason I got her to watch it with me. I miss her. I miss when we hung out, the way she got my nerdy jokes or even threw in a witty response herself. It's not the same here and it took her ignoring me to figure that out. I sighed looking over to Liz and she didn’t even look like she ate any of her pasta, “Hey babe you okay?” she looked at me giving a small smile, “yeah, um, just not that hungry.” she explained looking back at the pasta. The bell rang and I got up waiting for Liz to join me, “Actually Ezibella is going to walk me,” Liz explained, placing her hand on my arm before walking out the lunchroom.

During the 7th period is when I realized that Liz was acting strange, I mean sure I thought it was weird when she didn’t want me to walk her to her locker but at the same time I thought she just wanted her space. Ned sat next to me chuckling, “Wow,you have three girls avoiding you,that's like an all time record” he explained, face beaming like he had made the joke of the century.I gave him a small glare which whipped the smile off his face, “ sorry I couldn't resist. I mean really Peter you went from a guy who couldn’t talk to girls, to the ladies man to the boy who touched the cheese in that ‘Diary of a Wimpy Kid’ movie.” he started making me sigh and run my hands down my face.I mean he wasn’t wrong. “Can we just focus on the paper?” I asked, trying to fill my mind with the numbers on the sheet instead of all the things that were going wrong around me.

“And then Ned pulled onto the curtain-”

“Can we talk Peter?” Liz asked, interrupting me.

“We are talking,” I said jokingly, adjusting my book bag.

“You know what I mean” she said with sigh.I cleared my throat and nodded for Liz to continue.“I think we should break up”. There it was.It seemed like the world had been lifted off her shoulders, like this wasn’t something she thought about just today.. How long has she been waiting to set herself free? I stopped to look at her but she stared at the bracelet I gave her. Her fingers gliding in and out of the beaded jewelry.

“Why?”

“I just don’t think-” she stopped for a moment as if searching for the right words “ I don’t think we are right for each other.”

“What do you mean we aren’t right for each other? I thought everything was fine. We spent time together, we went out on plenty of dates I just don’t understand” I explained trying to calculate the answer to a problem that clearly wouldn’t be solved, “Am I not giving you enough time?” No that can’t be the reason, I gave her every moment of my free time, “ Do you not like the dates?” It can��t be the dates, I mean I pay and plan everything. Is that the problem? That I’m planning everything. Maybe every Saturday night isn’t enough? I don’t know how much time I can take out of being spiderman “Or, or maybe-”

“Do you like Y/n” silence. The words hung over us for a moment as I tried to comprehend them. Y/n? That's- “Ridiculous. That's ridiculous, I like you, I'm dating you.”

“That didn’t answer my question,” she said, looking at me waiting.

“Of course I like her she’s my friend-“

Liz shook her head and smiled apologize, “you really are fighting this aren’t you”

“Liz I don’t know what you’ve heard or what you’re thinking, but I like you. Y/n hasn’t even talked to me since we got together.”

“At first I didn’t realize it, then I thought I was just being jealous but now.. Now I see it. Now I know, You like her”

“I'm dating you-”

“Yeah, but you wish you were dating her. When you’re not looking at me you’re staring at her. Or if I don’t like something you apologies and explain how she did. You don’t even realize that your life is so intertwined.” She hummed playing with her bracelet once more before taking it off her wrist.“Here me out. You talk to her, if what I say is true then we stay broken up, no hard feelings and I'll still wave at you when we are passing the hallways” she explained with a small chuckle, I let a small smile slip onto my face. She placed the trinket in my hand burying it safely underneath my fingers.I clinched the bracelet holding back the tears that had apparently been building up, “Give this to the girl that you will truly give your whole heart to” she kissed my cheek and walked up her stars before turning back to me, “hopefully I see you tomorrow morning” and then she was gone, but for a moment I saw the pain that I had inflicted once again.

Third Pov (back to we left of hehe)

You looked at the boy dressed in red and blue at your window. You quickly opened the window afraid someone would catch the hero at your window,” Peter what the actual heck” you whispered, pulling him in your room looking around the streets.

There weren’t many people on the streets at all, it was pretty quiet minus the couple that was always eating each other's faces in front of their building each night. You remember the day Peter and you gave them a name and life story seeing how they were always arguing each night but somehow before the sun was able to peek above the horizon the two of them were kissing underneath the moonlight. You closed your window and your curtains before turning back to Peter who still had his mask on. He leaned against your wall staring at you for a moment in silence. “What are you doing here Peter?” You asked coldly. You were finally feeling like you could go a day without making your heart skip a beat when you saw him and here he was bargaining in like he owned the place. “I’m not Peter, I'm spiderman” Peter explained, making his voice deeper and placing his fist on his hips. Any other day his silly spiderman appearances would make you laugh but you were tired. You were tired of pretending everything was okay for the sake of others, especially him. You stared at him with a blank look on your face before he sighed, relaxing his shoulder and putting his hand down. “Look, I just want to talk,'' Peter explained. You couldn’t see his face, the only expression of any feelings he had were shown in his spiderman eyes. You always wondered how they created a suit that copied his eye movements and expressions so carefully

“Whatever, just leave me alone” you pleaded as his previous words ran through your head, “You don’t have enough patience to deal with me… remember.” Your chest throbbed as you repeated his words back to him. You weren’t facing him but by the way he hesitated, he wasn’t expecting you to bring that up.

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The Shadow Thief (part 3)

Summary: What happens when Peter has to work with the girl he hates to possibly save the world.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Violence.

A/n: Sorry it took me so long to post again! I’ve wrote like 3 different versions of this chapter because I didn’t know what direction to go in just yet.

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"Woah, dude. Did you see this?" Y/n held out Peter's phone shoving it in his face.

Y/n had gone over to Peters house early that morning to get the last finishing touches on their project done. So they both reluctantly decided to walk together to school.

Peter snatched his phone out of Y/n's hands as they crossed the street. "How did you even get my phone? It was in my hands." She shrugged and pointed back at the article.

Peter scrolled down the page. Incoming reports say Avengers went on a mission and since gone MIA. How didn't he know about this? And why didn't the Avengers at least tell him they were going to be gone. Peter was confused, to say the least. Were they in trouble? No, they couldn't be they are the earth's mightiest heroes. Right?

"They probably just had to extend their mission and forgot to report back in." Or at least he hoped. He didn't want to think of the latter. He decided after school he would go to the compound and make sure everything was alright.

"If you say so." They walked up the stairs to the second floor of the school.  Peter opened the door and they both walked into English. Y/n took her seat next to Mj and Peter next to Ned.

The thought of the Avengers missing did worry Y/n a bit. She wasn't a big fan of superheroes but she also was not, not a fan. It was complicated. Sure she liked the security of having someone to save the day. But she hated that they pretended to be better than everyone else. They judge criminals as they themselves have never done anything wrong. They tend to blame everything on everyone else and never take responsibility.

Y/n felt a nudge to her arm. She turned her head to face Mj. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"No, no it's alright I'm just thinking," Y/n said. She pulled out her laptop and opened her and Peter's presentation to have it ready just in case they had to go first.

Their opening slide was a picture of Anne Frank surrounded by a pretty border and Anne Frank’s name in cursive in the middle. Peter insisted their project had to look nice and not like some shitty last-minute one like she had originally done. Y/n had teased Peter relentlessly about it saying maybe he should be a graphic designer instead of Spider-Man. And he of course huffed and pretended to ignore her.

"Well, you just looked worried. Anyways tell me if you need any help." Y/n gave Mj a grateful smile. Y/n knew Mj could have this cold, hard exterior but she knew she secretly cared.

The bell rang signaling the first period started. The teacher stood up from her desk and walked to the front of the room clasping her hands together. "Good morning class. Today is the first official day for our presentations. We'll be picking who goes first by random. Any questions?"

One girl toward the front of the classroom stuck up her hand "Yes, Betty."

"Did you see the news? About the avengers?" The class erupted within hushed conversation everyone stating their theories of what happened and their worries.

"Alright, class settle down. I did see but we will continue like normal." She said. It kind of seemed like to Y/n she didn't care at all but she didn't really think anything of it.

The phone rang and the teacher quickly excused herself. Y/n picked at her fingers mindlessly. The teacher muttered a few words into the phone and hung up "Y/n, Peter." Her eyes snapped up at the sound of her name "They want you down in the office. And bring your things."

Y/n furrowed her brows. Her eyes met Peters "What did you do?" He mouthed just as confused as her.

What did she do? What the hell did he do. She hasn't done anything wrong. Well, at least nothing she gotten caught for.  "Dude if anyone did anything it was you! I've only been here for like 3 weeks." She whispered-yelled back.

He put his hands up defensively. Y/n shoved all of her things in her bag and zipped it up. Mj raised an eyebrow at her and Y/n just shrugged with a clueless look on her face.

Y/n walked over to the door opening it with her free hand while her chrome book was in the other.  Peter followed not too far behind. They step out and began to walk down the hallway shoulder to shoulder not a word muttered between them.

The hall was empty. No teacher, no janitor, no late students, not even the common lost freshman. It was strange to Y/n. She turned to Peter "This is weird. It's almost like it's too."

"Quiet." He finished for her. Peter felt off. His spidey sense wasn't alarming him with anything but it was almost like a gut feeling you'd get when some strange guy came up to you at a party being a little too friendly.

"Yeah." Exactly. They continued down the hall both on high alert. When they passed a window Y/n could see two men dressed in suits around the corner through the reflection.

"I think they're following us." She whispered to Peter. Y/n has picked up a thing or two of trying not to be noticed but the men behind them didn't seem like they cared much for subtlety. They had their eyes set on Y/n and Peter taking wide quick steps.

This time his spidey sense went off. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Peter reached for his web-shooters "We need to get out of here."

"You think?" Y/n back said in an aggravated tone. The next time they passed by a window she could see them screw something together slowly by their side.

Y/n glanced down to get a better look, it was a gun. All she could hear was the beating of her heart thumping loudly in her ears. Thinking quickly Y/n shoved Peter into a locker. A bullet whizzed past where his head once was and made a tiny thump when it hit the wall.

His eyes went wide momentarily stunned before he sprung into action. He shot out a web, grabbed the gun out of the man's hand, and flung it across the hall, making sure he couldn't get to it.

The men paused for a minute before muttering something to each other end breaking into a spring toward them. Well mostly at Peter luckily for her but still in her direction. Peter began to fight the one whose gun he had stolen hand to hand. The man got in a punch to Peter's face. Peter tripped him and tied him up with his webs.

The second man was coming toward her. Before she could second guess herself Y/n took her chrome book and slapped the man across the face with it. The man was momentarily shocked and Y/n opened an unlocked locker hitting him in the face. She watched him slide down the lockers unconscious.

More men turned the corner and came down the hallway. Y/n kicked a waist-length garbage can with wheels toward them as a small distraction. Peter grabbed Y/n pulling her into an empty classroom.

Y/n locked the door before she grabbed Peter and dragged him further into the classroom into a supply closet. They both crouched behind a mop bucket leaving the door cracked for a tiny bit of light.

"Would you like to tell me why there's someone outside this classroom trying to blow my brain out!" She huffed.

"Don't ask me. For all, we know they could be after you!" They both flinched as they heard the door handle shake.

"They were attacking you. Shooting at you. And you'd have a bullet in the back of your head if I didn't push you out of the way if I might add." She poked him in the chest.

The men began to start kicking at the door trying to break it down "Maybe if we figure out who they are we can get out of this."

"You know what I have an idea." Y/n reached back and grabbed the gun out of the waistband of her pants. Y/n started not to care much for introductions when they tried to assassinate her. Her motto was to shoot first ask questions later because she was not going down without a fight.

"What the hell Y/n! Where did you even get a gun?" Peter tried to put some distance between them but failed and ended up bumping into a shelf.

"Calm down bug boy I'm not going to shoot you." She rolled her eyes "I grabbed it off the guy while I smashed my laptop over his head."

"You are not shooting anyone!" He exclaimed. He was going to die with a psychopath. A literal psychopath. What would his uncle Ben say if he could see him right now?

"Fine whatever. How many webs do you have left?"

"Only one." He muttered.

"Only one! How the hell do you only have only one web left?" Oh lord. She was going to die in a janitor's closet with an idiot.

"Oh well, I'm sorry I didn't know I would have someone trying to paint the walls with my organs. I must have forgotten to mark it on my calendar!"

"Oh god, Okay." Y/n rubbed her forehead with her free hand.

She took the clip out of her gun and counted the bullets she had. Two. Okay, she could work with that, Somehow. She just had to live long enough to beat Peter up for almost getting them killed.

She turned back to Peter "Alright here's the plan so we are going to jump out of the window and see just how far that web can exactly get us." She could hear the pounds on the door getting more frequent and if she was being honest she was surprised it held this long.

"Are you crazy! You going to get us both killed." He didn't need the answer because he already knew she was. He swore he could see the shadows swirl around her for a moment but as quickly as it was there it was gone.

"Do you have any better ideas because I'm all ears, Parker?" He didn't say anything and just ran a hand through his hair letting out a frustrated sigh.

"That's what I thought." Y/n knew there was a good chance that they get hit by incoming traffic like a bug on a windshield but it was either that or the SWAT team outside.

"Let's get this over with." Said Y/n. They both stepped outside of the closet. The men outside the room gave the door one last kick and it broke off of the hinges. "Go." That was all Peter said.

Y/n shot the window with the two bullets she had. Peter ran over to Y/n and grabbed onto her tightly. They jumped through the window shattering it. Peter shoots out his last web hooking onto a nearby tree. At the peak of the swing, Peter let go of the web. They flew over the traffic narrowly avoiding the cars.

When they finally reached the ground they hit it hard. Peter took most of the impact but Y/n still hit her head. They continued to hold tightly onto each other as they rolled through the grass from the momentum of the swing.

They came to a slow stop and Y/n landed on top of Peter. She slumped off to the side of him and sat up. Peter did the same but with a groan feeling all of the bones in his body.

He noticed blood began to trickle out of Y/n's nose. "You got something." He pointed to her nose.

She wiped under her nostrils with her fingers and then again with the bottom of her shirt without a second thought "Oh, Thanks."

Peter rested his head on his knees. What was he going to do? As much as he didn't like Y/n he felt bad for dragging her into this. "We need to get going they are going to come looking for us soon."

"Where are we going to go?" The light was starting to become too much so Y/n put her hand over her eyes to shield her from the sun. She was starting to get a headache and just wanted to lay down. Peter stood up and dusted off his shirt and pants.

"Avengers compound." He held out a hand to her. She took it and he pulls her up onto her feet. They began to walk toward the street.

"I just don't know how we are going to get there." He added. They made it onto the sidewalk. Y/n was stumbling around so Peter kept his pace slow so she could keep up with him.

Y/n stopped walking "What do you think of this car?" She nodded to a 1997 Honda Accord.

"It's cool I guess." He said confused the car was a little old but he didn't say anything.

"Alright good. Now hand me your web-shooters." She held out her hand toward him.

"Okay?" He didn't really know what she was trying to get at. Peter just assumed she hit her head too hard but he complied anyway.

Y/n crouched down facing the car. She broke his web-shooters over her knee taking out two long curved metal pieces. She handed him back the rest of his broken web-shooters. Peter stared at her wide-eyed as she stuck the two metal pieces into the lock of the car.

"What are you doing." He hissed. Peter walked closer to Y/n trying to cover her as she picked the lock to the car.

"I just gave our problem a solution." She said without looking. She continued to twist the pieces around until she heard a little click. She gave a little cheer and opened the door.

"Yeah by stealing someone's car. Need I remind you is illegal."

" I like to think of it as borrowing. Besides I will happily leave you if you wish." She rolled her eyes. God, her head was throbbing.

Y/n took the plastic cover off of the steering column. There were three sets of wires and she grabbed the middle one. Y/n cut the red and blue wire. She touched the wires together until she heard the car start. She smiled to herself and lastly twisted the wires together.

She turned to Peter "Are you getting in or what?"

Peter looked around and then sighed "Fine, but I'm driving."

"What? No way, you don't even look old enough to drive." She crossed her arms.

"You have a concussion so I'm our best bet at not dying." He gave Y/n a sarcastic smile.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes but got out of the driver's seat.

"You know if you keep rolling your eyes they are going to get stuck like that." She flicked him off and he laughed.

Y/n basically collapsed into the passengers seat. Peter closed his door and started the car. He pulled into the street and Y/n rested her head against the window. The cool glass felt nice against her forehead. She notice a bruise on Peter's pale cheek from when he got hit earlier.

Every now and again he would glance at Y/n to see how she was doing. He figured she must not feel the best because she hasn't said one witty remark since they got into the car.

He hoped by now the Avengers were back at the compound and could Tell them what's going on and who was following them.

He looked over to her again and she had her eyes close. He jabbed her with his elbow "Hey, don't fall sleep. You might not wake back up."

"Hmm Okay." She said but didn't budge.

"I'm serious Y/n, open your eyes." Peter was starting to get worried. It wasn't that he cared about her. But he didn't know what to do with a dead body. Or at least that's what he told himself.

"Don't get your panties into a bunch, my eyes are open."

They pulled into the road of the compound. When it came into view Y/n suddenly sat up wide eyed "Holy shit."

"What?" Peter took his eyes off of Y/n and followed her line of sight.

"What the fu-"

Part 4

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[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

plane pillow

where peter planned to play video games with ned through the whole flight but fate decided to take another turn....

*A/N: this isnt related to far from home nor the ending of endgame, just pretend infinity and all the movies after didnt exist since i imagine pete 16 in here. i dont know why 16 i just like that age on him lmao, enjoy reading!*

pairing: peter x reader

status: strangerz (well sort of since they haven't talked to eachother but they're in the same school)

NOT PROOF READ BTW SO SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

peter's POV

"the flight will be amazing! i heard they'd installed the new game we were talking about" i gushed to ned, excited for the whole flight to be filled with video games.

"im excited" ned stated practically jumping from excitement and i shook my head laughing

"OK CLASS!" Mr Harrington clapped his hands getting our attention "we're boarding the plane in a few minutes so pack your stuff and lets goooo" he pointed at our gate dramatically.

we walked to the gate, scanned our ticket and sat on our assigned seats, ned and i sat on the three seater, he took the window seat by winning a 3 round match of rock, paper, scissors *sighs angrily* and i obvious got the middle, kinda scared of who'll sit beside me though.

we had to wait for a few minutes, since we boarded the flight early. ned and i obviously started playing video games, too entranced by the small glowing screen infront of me i haven't realized a girl.

she hadn't really acknowledged me either because she looked tired, i cursed at the screen for losing the game too quickly and my dumb ass still didnt realize a GIRL, MY AGE, looking PRETTY FUCKING ADORABLE was sitting next to me. oh dear god.

after a couple more games and me being the most idiotic teenager known today for not looking at my right to see her  the flight attendant alerted us that the plane will take off so we the screen will freeze any moment. ned and i decided to sleep, it was very early in the morning and we need to rest if we plan on gaming most of the flight.

i closed my eyes and shifted a bit in my seat, and slept. the plain was moving at the time trying to find the best place to take off. i guess i was really tired that i havent felt someone sleeping on my shoulder.

i was peacefully sleeping still agitated from the uncomfortable seat but i heard a loud noise that frightened the life out of me and due to my spidey senses i sensed a hand on my right, so what did i do? i fucking held the hand. hard, may i add, from the fright.

i opened my eyes quickly and jumped a bit, turning around to see who's the stranger that i held hands with, startled as well. i sighed in relief knowing our plane was safe and it was just about to take off. but then i took a good look on the perso- her, took a good look on her, on her? OH MY GOD ITS A GIRL calm down peter and please dont scare her off. i couldnt stop looking at her and to my luck she was looking at me as well, but none of us spoke

i couldnt help but notice the small part of her y/h/c hair that was shown from her hood looked so shiny and smooth, her eyes were the most perfect shade of y/e/c. the extremely large hoodie looked so comfortable on her which made me think of her wearing one of mine, how big and long it'll look on her body sent butterflies to my stomach. she looked small, and precious so fragile yet she held her body confidently.

the voice of the flight attendant echoed through the speakers which made us both stop our trance of one another. even though the lady's voice wasnt scary it still frightened us. i mean no hate towards miss attendant she called me a cutie and gave me extra blankets

but coz we got startled again we held hands....again looking for the sources of the noise. we visibly relaxed once we realized what it was, looked at eachother and laughed, her laugh was angelic and soft, hands down the best sound ive ever head. she looked rather embarrassed from the encounter but i bet you a thousand dollars i look worse, i could practically feel the blood rush through my cheeks once she realized how long ive stared at her

"i- uhm i-im so sorry for sleeping on your shoulder, and- and holding your hand and stuff" she apologized, it only made me even more baffled by her. how could a voice match with a face so perfectly.

"no no its fine uhh i dont mind *nervous laugh* and for the hand thing i was the one who grabbed yours so i-i should be the one apologizing...im sorry" i rubbed the back of my neck. this is why i dont talk to girls, ever. well mj is an exception since shes like the closest thing i have to a friend other than my best friend obviously.

"i-im y/n, by the way" she lifted her hand properly introducing herself

"peter, peter parker" i shook her hand, it was nice feeling the warmth of her hand again. we probably held hands (for the third time today by the way) longer the we should have but who am i to say i was bothered. i definitely wasnt.

"nice to meet you peter" she smiled shaking our hands one last time then sitting it on her lap. scratch what i said about her gorgeous laugh, hearing her say my name was the best thing ive heard in my 16 year of existence. (her laugh is obviously the second best)

before i could ask anything else, the plane decided to finally take off. i adjusted myself to the seat, not turning to my right side anymore and closed my eyes trying to think of smiling puppies. ive been on a plane before, in fact a private one last year but that was it. this is my second time flying away from new york and i was a bit nervous.

y/n somehow noticed my sudden tense form, who am i kidding i looked like i was about to die coz of my nerves. and held my hand. and i immediately opened my eyes again, the feeling of her skin coming in contact with mine brought chills down my spine, good ones obviously

"you looked rather tense, is this ok?" she leaned into my ear so i could hear her. i looked at her confused on why she would want to help me but nodded as a reply. a smile crept on my face and i couldnt seem to take it off.  the take off went smoothly thank god. and ive occasionally squeezed her hand, usually when the plane made very loud sounds. but i made it! woohoo

i didnt know if i should stop holding her hand or not, even though i didnt want to. will she think im a creep? and if i did, will she think im rude? but i guess it didnt seem to bother her if she went back to sleeping. so i figured i should do the same

i shifted in my seat a couple of times trying to get the perfect comfy spot....nothing. this seat will be the death of m-

"you can sleep on my shoulder if you want" she whispered. "i figured since you let me sleep on yours which im very sorry about, you could sleep on mine" she smiled

"thanks, but i dont wanna bother you or make you uncomfortable"

"oh nonsense! my body is screaming right now cheering for me, well partially scolding at me for saying something risky like that to a good looking guy, its ok" she laughed, her eyes widened in shock from what she confessed. i smiled at her and rested my head on her shoulder

"you think im good looking?" i whispered playing with our fingers, i dont know when i got the sudden confidence but hearing someone like her think a loser like me is cute did something to me.

"shut up" she playfully shoved me and i laughed.

"are you from midtown?" i asked her

"no im from queens" she joked

"oh you're definitely from midtown" i chuckled, next thing i know i was having a normal conversation with me laying my head on a girl i just met like we knew eachother for years, it was nice to talk to a girl i potentially thought was cute instead of talking gibberish

she was very understanding and looked like interested into what i was saying, i was gonna skip my geeky side when she asked about what i like but to my surprise, she mentioned it when i asked her the same, she said she loves comics and likes watching sci fi movies. i asked her if she watched star wars and she said she didnt...yet.

"wanna uhm watch it together?" i played with her fingers absentmindedly nervous if she'd reject me.

"yeah sure" her eyes lit up like she was waiting for me to ask her that. we watched the movie in bliss, thankfully she liked it! and immediately said to put the second one. and surprise surprise, we finished it.

when the credits rolled in, i saw her yawning, shifting in her seat again, i decided to be bold so i lifted her head off my shoulder pulled the arm rest away from us, took a pillow and patted my lap. immediately after doing it i regretted it, she barely knows me, what the fuck peter.

"you sure?" she asked smiling a bit, she looked like she felt something giddy inside which made me feel at peace again and i nodded.

"good night" she whispered snuggling her head on my lap, i hesitantly put my arm over

"good night, y/n" and we fell asleep like how ned slept the whooole time i was talking to her, wow we have a lot to catch up on

bonus:

peters pov

i didnt know the whole plane (our class) practically gushed over my interaction with y/n, i know its been a while since i liked a girl but betty and the rest (including Mr Harrington) practically begged mj to take photos of us since she was the closest, not that she wouldnt have done it without them asking her....

*A/N: idk what this bonus was lmao but i had to add the school feeling happy for our boy pete*

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover