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kidney9-9 · 4 years ago

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Love Letters (Peter Parker)

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Peter writing letters to a reader who he met in Berlin, and then having her surprise him in Queens at college and they have their first time after a party

Hi anon! hope you enjoy! :) reader and peter are aged over 18! Please do not read if the warnings make you uncomfortable! This is the longest oneshot I’ve written! Thank you for sending this in!

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Peter Parker x Reader (Smut with Plot) (Friends-to-Lovers) Warnings: swearing, smut, virgin!Peter and virgin!Reader, oral (both receiving), thigh riding, slight dirty talk, praising, unprotective sex (please do not read if any of these made you uncomfortable!) Word Count: 7.6k

Peter grinned as he wrote down his thoughts on about everything, he’s been wanting to talk to you since the day started. You were his pen pal, living all the way in Berlin. When he met you there on a mission once, you two hit it off extremely well that Peter didn’t even want to go home the following day. Since the two of you got along great, you passed him your information, saying you preferred sending letters, because they were more personalized and authentic. Peter happily agreed, finding it fun to have his first pen pal in his life, but he soon realized how much he started to care about you, when you two revealed more about everything.

When you told him your favorite scientific theory, and a vague version of your own, he felt himself blush at how amazing you were. He felt like one of the luckiest people on the planet, but at the same time he felt unlucky. He wanted to go see you all the time, wanted to spend more time with you in person, just get to know you more face-to-face. He wrote out all his wishes, about how he wants to see you, all the time. He’d go on in lengths that most people would find surprising, but you didn’t. You returned his excitement about meeting about again all the time. You told him about how you once school started to ease up, you would go visit him, but he blanked on when that would ever happen. You took so many classes that even Tony would get stressed out about.

People often saw Peter writing these letters as well. His roommate said it was weird, and that it was probably some random person writing him back, instead of you. But that wasn’t true, since Peter has already met you. He felt so close to you, even though he’s only seen you in person once. He couldn’t imagine how amazing it would be to see you again. You even sent a few photos of yourself, with awards in school and how you were an amazing and contributing part of your community. You also sent him random gifts he would cherish, and he would send some back to you. Peter sent pictures back of himself, and after a while of communicating, he told you he was Spiderman. It was one the secrets he was planning on keeping to himself, but he couldn’t help but tell you, because of how accepting and loving you were to him.

He did have a crush on you, a massive one that his roommate groans at the mention of. When other girls are around, Peter never wanted to meet any of them. Just was odd to him, because he felt so connected to you. He hoped that you were the same with him, but he wasn’t sure. When Tony found out about the letters, he quickly searched you up and did excessive background checks on you, claiming it was just for security measures. But Peter knows that wasn’t true, it was because Tony was protective of him, and just nosy.

Peter set the pen down with a sigh, as his hand started to ache. He pushed the paper and pen aside as he heard his roommate come in. Peter spun around in his chair grinning to Mark. “How was class?” Peter greeted him. Mark shrugged back and threw his bag down to the floor.

“Nothing exciting. Just more work to do,” He paused, leaning down near the doorway as he opened the mini-fridge nearby. “Oh yeah, language classes are always like that.” Peter noted back, as he glanced down to his phone, half distracted. He started scrolling through social media with no interest. Mark cleared his throat, nodding to Peter as he glanced back up to him, “Want one?” Mark offered a beer. Peter scrunched his nose in disgust at it and shook his head.

“Nah, it’s the middle of the day, I don’t want to get drunk right now.” Peter responded, somewhat lying to Mark. Honestly, he just thought beer was disgusting, but if his roommate found out, he’d be teased for the rest of the semester. Mark shrugged at him, kicking the fridge closed with his foot and he hoped onto one of the chairs. “It’s pregaming for the party tonight.” Mark responded, opening the can with a sigh.

Peter nodded back, before twisting in his chair, bored. His phone dinged, but he barely glanced down at it, frowning at the foreign number. “Must be spam.” He mumbled to himself, deleting the text before he even read it. Peter looked back to Mark as he gulped his drink loudly, “Uh, should I stay out tonight, in case you bring anyone over?” Peter questioned.

Mark grinned back to Peter, “Fuck yeah, I’ve been sort of seeing Caleb from our film class. He texted me a dick pic this morning too, so I think we’ll come back here after the party.” Peter groaned at the mention of other dicks. He shook his head as Mark laughed loudly at his reaction.

Peter made an upside-down grin as he wondered where he should stay for the night. “Was it Heather’s party?” Peter mumbled over to Mark, making him nod back. Peter took note of that, as he pulled up Heather’s contact on his phone. He knew her from his Chemistry class, they were in a group together for the first project.

“You know she has a boyfriend, Pete. Don’t try messing around with her.” Mark spoke up as Peter started to type in a text. Peter furrowed his eyebrows at the suggestion and shook his head back to Mark, “I’d never do that.” He retorted, making Mark chuckle. He leaned forward with raised eyebrows to Peter, as he finished up his text, asking if he could stay in an extra room at her parent’s place. It was recently renovated, and Heather was throwing it in spite of her parents after telling her she would be kicked out if she kept throwing those parties. Her parties were always filled to the brim and exciting but Peter never really enjoyed them.

Peter glanced back up to Mark, confused at his staring. “Is it that girl from Berlin?” Mark teased, grinning as Peter started to blush. He averted his stare, instead glancing back at the letter, reminded of you. “Uh, I mean, I guess? But it’s also because I have morals, genius. I wouldn’t hit on someone who was in a relationship.” Peter defended himself back, crossing his arms as Mark started laughing more.

When he quieted down, he smiled at Peter, slowly becoming serious. Peter tilted his head back in confusion as Mark took in a long breath of air. “You know, what you have is special with her. I got to admit, sort of envied you but,” Mark paused as he ran a hand through his hair, “You aren’t even in a relationship with her. I think you should maybe throw a little bait out for the other girls in New York, Peter.”

They both sat in silence after Mark voiced his opinion. Peter gazed at him with a sad smile, “Uh, yeah maybe. Thanks man.” He offered back as Mark nodded. That’s what everyone told him, including the rest of the team. They always popped in about it mid-mission, saying he was wasting his love on a girl who wouldn’t ever return it. But Peter tried not to let their words drift in his mind. Maybe you didn’t love him like he did, but the friendship the two of you had would last a lifetime.

Your letters always made him feel the hope you might return the same feelings as his, but he wasn’t sure. More importantly, he valued your friendship over his love, because he knew you would be hurt if he suggested any less, and sound like some ignorant boy.

Peter brushed his teeth with concentration as he grumbled to himself, not wanting to go to the party. One main reason was because he still wanted to finish your letter by tonight, so he could take it to the mailbox before the mailman picks it up. It was your birthday soon, and he just wanted you to get it on time, preferably on your birthday. The other reason was because he just really wasn’t in the mood to get drunk tonight. It would take tons of drinks to get him drunk because of his enhancement, but when he tried it out, it wasn’t his thing. The taste always left something bitter in his mouth and his mood would sour. Parties weren’t his scene in college, he doubted he’d ever like it like Tony used to.

“Ready? Caleb and I are going in an Uber right now, want to join?” Mark’s voice called out to Peter through the door. Peter spit the toothpaste out, and responded with a “Yeah, hold up.” Peter shrugged on his shoes after he opened the door, seeing Caleb and Mark standing by the entrance. He waved to Caleb, who grinned to him.

The Uber ride was awkward. There was no way it would ever not be awkward since Mark and Caleb giggled and flirted the whole way there. Peter felt like that third wheel that wasn’t meant to be invited in the first place, but as he made eye contact with the Uber driver, he had to stifle his laugh. The driver looked irritated from the traffic, and now the odd kissing and whispering sounds from the back. Peter raised his eyebrows back to his roommate, as he pulled away from his date. Mark shrugged to Peter, sort of issuing an apologizing as Peter just shook his head again, laughing a little in the awkwardly quiet car now.

“Uh, sorry Parker.” Caleb offered, sheepishly grinning back to Peter as they got out the car. The driver sped off quick making the trio laugh. “That was sort of odd,” Mark hummed out, glancing over to Peter. His eyes drifted off to a pack of people, as Peter took that as a signal to go. He cleared his throat and glanced down to his feet, feeling weird to go into a crowd with people weren’t his friends.

He shuffled a little before gazing back up to them, “Uh, I’m going to go talk to people, bye! Nice seeing you.” He aimed the last part to Caleb, who nodded back to him. Peter turned around with a sigh as he rolled his eyes to himself, finding himself acting odd in social settings.

Peter did try talking to people, but it always ended with them saying they needed to get another drink. So after about the fourth person, he took a seat out in the backyard, near the pool. He set his phone down next to him, closing his eyes as the music blared from the inside of the house. He looked around seeing only a few people outside along with him, as he moved to lay down by the poolside, to look up at the sky.

It was polluted with clouds, so he couldn’t see the stars. He looked down at his watch, sighing when he saw it was only ten. He started to wonder when the party would die down but seeing through the windows, he could tell it would be at least a few hours more. His phone beeped again, but he made no move to check it, knowing it wasn’t the team because of the different sound. His eyes closed for a few moments, just resting as he tried focusing on the sound of the water. A shuffle near his head made him stir slightly, but he made no move to open his eyes, thinking it was just someone walking by.

But then Peter heard them take a seat next to him. He could even feel the warmth from whoever it was, travelling into his skin. “You’re looking comfortable.” A voice whispered to him. His eyes snapped open at the familiar sound. He turned his head to see you lying next to him with a smile. “Oh shit!” Peter exclaimed, completely baffled.

He went to stumble up, but his balance failed him, as he tripped on his feet, leaning back and trying to reach forward. You gasped, shooting up to your feet as he fell back into the freezing pool. “Peter!” You exclaimed, reaching for his hand too late. He managed to pull you in as well, making you instantly shiver and shout, swimming back up to the surface as Peter tried pulling you up as well.

The two of you trembled in the cold water as Peter stared back in shock at you, as you smiled at him again. “Y/n? Woah, what are you- how are you here? Am I just dreaming? Did I fall asleep?” Peter rambled, his lips turning blue already from the cold. You swam over to him, shaking your head softly.

You couldn’t believe you were here either. Two days ago, you had been granted a break from the harsh study routines from your college, as your teachers had agreed to upload the work online for you to continue from home. You were their model student, achieving up and beyond, but taking a break to remind yourself of the good things in life was necessary. After weeks of negotiating and meeting with your teachers and counselor, they finally let you free for a while. You took a few hours to realize, that not that many things were “good” for you, nothing that made you smile and forget about school, except for Peter.

At the thought of Peter, you decided just to fuck it, and book a ticket over there, you had to see him again. You two had switched contact information, including phone numbers, but never used that. You had him saved in your phone though, and you tried sending a text to him right before you got onto the plane, but it never went through. You were nervous he wouldn’t want to see you at all, but you remember reading how much he wanted to see you again. When you landed, you sent another text to him, just hoping he would remember your number.

He even gave you his Aunt’s number, saying if he never responded, to contact her. You remember discovering the reason why he ever said that, when he confessed, he was Spiderman. You couldn’t hide your surprise in that letter you sent him back, and you remembered worrying about him, whenever you would see Spiderman in the headlines. You still did, but now you felt more confident in him, after watching those old videos he posted on YouTube, thinking if that was his start, he must be even better now. You did end up sending his Aunt a text, explaining who you were, and you instantly got a text back.

She sent you “Hi! Peter gave me your number too! He tends to forget things, I think that’s why he gave it to me, but it’s so good to hear from you! And my goodness, he’s going to be amazed. He always talks about you, but I’m so excited that you guys are meeting again! I know he’s going to be at a party tonight, and I’ll send you the address. I’ll send Peter a text as well right now, just to tell him to expect a surprise!” You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face as you reread the text over again. You heard she was the best Aunt ever from Peter, and this showed you he was right.

You wondered from that text what it meant that Peter was always talking about you. You felt yourself warm at thinking that maybe he cared for you as you did for him? You tried shaking those thoughts away, but you’ve been having them for so long, after falling in love with his words. You wondered if he did with yours.

When Aunt May sent you the address, that’s when it hit you about what you were doing. You just travelled all this way for him, because he made you happy. He made you smile, and laugh, even without seeing him face-to-face. He made you feel warm and cared for with the way he wrote pages back to you, asking how you were doing, and showing you love in the words. Your friends and family always asked why you would write for hours in your room, and your only answer was “Peter.”

You really did love him.

You snapped back to the present as you tugged Peter into a tight hug, in the pool. “I missed you,” You shivered out, as Peter shook himself out of his surprise, squeezing you tight and laughing in amazement. “I missed you so much,” He replied instantly, pressing his face into your shoulder, not caring his face dipped into the water again.

Splashes hit around you two, as people shouted out, “Pool party!” Jumping into the water, not giving a care to you and Peter. You giggled at the water hitting the two of you as Peter held you tighter. “I missed you, fuck. Wait, let’s get out.” Peter mumbled into your ear again, letting go of your figure hesitantly. He couldn’t bring himself to let go of you completely though, so he held your hand, swimming back to the steps through the crowd of people shouting and jumping around the pool.

You squeezed his hand back, as the two of you got to the steps, standing up. Peter gazed at you for a few moments before he could bring himself out of the swimming pool. You were so beautiful, the backyard lights hit you wonderfully, and your smile made Peter feel like he was living in a dream. You looked similar to what Peter would call a goddess, and the way your eyes brightened to him, brought Peter a happiness he didn’t know was true.

“Peter?” You whispered, stepping closer to him, confused at his silence. His face burned as he looked away from you and your body, coughing. The way you said his name even made him blush. “You’re here, I- how?” Peter asked, tugging your hand as he stepped out of the pool. The two of you automatically shivered at the temperature drop in the air. You two quickly shuffled to the sliding doors, connected to the inside as Peter and you took small glances at each other, smiling bright.

When you two walked inside, you sighed out at the warmth as you glanced around, wincing at the loud music. Peter did as well, shaking his head at it as he pointed upstairs to you, trying to find a quiet place to talk. You held his hand tight, barely gazing at anyone else, except for Peter. His hand felt soft and warm in yours as you squeezed again, making Peter smile again. The two of you rounded in a hallway, walking down to the end room.

Peter sighed in relief when he opened the door, and no one was there. It looked like the guest room, as Peter slightly turned his eyes to check for anything. He stepped forward, letting your hand go as you stayed at the doorframe, stepping in and closing the door from the rest of the noise. The music dulled into a low sound now but the two of you could still feel the vibrations of the bass beating through you. You turned around and locked the door behind you, wanting to have privacy with him.

“I’m sorry if this was a strange thing to do, but I just had to see you again.” You mumbled, suddenly feeling nervous, glancing down to the floor as your smile slightly dropped. Peter instantly shook his head, and his eyes widened. “No, no, I- this was incredible. I’m really happy.” He stepped forward to you again, as you leaned against the door. You gazed back up to him, feeling your smile brighten again.

Peter smiled back to you, as his hand reached for yours again slowly. He slowly slipped his hand in yours, bringing you slightly forward with a laugh of amazement. “How’d you come here? I’m so surprised, but you’re here and I’m just really thankful.” His voice came out, as he tugged a little more at your hand.

You giggled at his actions and let him lead you slowly in a circle, by tugging on your hand lightly. “I needed to get away from school for a while, and I wanted to see you,” You paused as you stepped slightly closer to Peter, pulling him in for another hug. He held you tight as you rested your head on his chest. “You make me happy, Peter. Those letters…I love them, and they make me miss you even more, even though we’ve only hung out once. I feel like I’ve known you for years with the letters.” You murmured, finishing up.

Peter felt his heart start to speed up from your words. He squeezed you even more, as his hand slipped to the back of your head. “I feel that as well. Whenever I see my mail, I get so excited because I love reading whatever you send. When it’s random things,” Peter paused, laughing lightly causing you to smile brighter, “When it’s some just really bizarre shit, about a dream you have or when you say you’re thinking of me because you passed by the plaza we met in,” He paused again, softly speaking up to finish his words, “I love it all and I feel like you’ve been with me this whole time.”

You lifted your head from his chest to gaze up to him. He bit his lip, trying to keep his face from blushing as he gazed back down to you. You grinned to him suddenly, making him release a short breath of air, trying to shake the feeling of wanting to just get rid of all the space, and kiss you. “You know, I tried calling and texting you.” You mumbled, giggling a little as Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“What? When?” Peter questioned, shaking his head. You laughed as you stepped slightly back but holding onto his hand again. “Maybe like four times? I texted Aunt May.” You replied, making Peter widen his eyes in bafflement, “Uh, what- wait, what did my Aunt tell you?” Peter mumbled, feeling his embarrassment already.

You laughed slightly at his reaction. “Well she said you talk a lot about me, but I hope only the good things.” You retorted, making Peter sigh. Aunt May knew how much Peter cared about you, like she knew how he loved you. He would’ve been so ashamed if Aunt May told you that. But Peter raised his eyebrows back to you, falling more in love with your laugh.

“Everything about you is good.” He replied to your comment. You scrunched your face up and giggled, denying it. Peter let go of your hand as he turned around a bit, checking the room. He shook his head at your laugh, spinning back after glancing at the room. “It’s true, you are just…perfect. Everything about you is admirable, and it’s just, you’re an incredible person.” Peter’s words made your face feel hot as you shook your head back to him.

“No, that’s all you,” You paused, sighing as you stepped closer to the bed, and taking a seat. Peter still stood as he rounded in front of you with a soft expression. “You’re wonderful. Everything I already know about you just makes me want to know more.” You whispered back as he stepped slightly closer to you.

Peter felt his heart start to beat faster again as you slid your hand up and down his arm in comforting motions. Just being with you in this moment made him want to stay forever. You two were so close in everyway he wanted, just right now. His hand drifted over to your face, cupping your cheek as he smiled back to you.

You smiled back to him, suddenly aware of the intimacy. “Peter…” You trailed off, as his thumb started to draw little shapes into your cheek softly. “You make me so happy.” Peter whispered back. You other hand laid atop his on your face, making Peter pause in his movements. The two of you stared at each other lovingly. Peter tried to shake it off, but he couldn’t help but fall more in love with you. It stunned him that you were here, and he was holding you. He leaned in slightly more as he glanced down to your lips.

You saw his little stare, causing you to drift your eyes down to his lips as well. You smiled lightly as you pulled his hand, causing him to lean close to your face, bending slightly. You moved up and captured his lips in a small and hesitant kiss, just hoping you didn’t mess up your entire friendship with him. Peter gasped and took a short second before he responded, pushing back in and kissing you even more. You couldn’t hold back your smile, as Peter stepped in close between your legs, leaning into your kiss and causing you to slowly move backwards on the bed.

Peter’s hand drifted to the back of your head, holding you as the two of you kissed sensually and slowly. “Fuck,” Peter pulled back, murmuring quietly. His head was still on yours, as the two of you started to breathe hard. “Yeah,” You agreed, smiling brightly. Peter smiled back to you, as he leaned back in, and kissed you again.

The kiss started off slow again, but it increasingly got faster, as the both of you kissed each other harder. You fell completely back on the bed, with Peter on top of you, kissing sloppily but passionately. His tongue found its way into your mouth, as you moaned slightly in surprise. Peter’s other hand slid onto your hip, squeezing gently as he sighed out in pleasure.

You tugged at his hair again, feeling incredibly happy. When Peter pulled away for air, he rolled over next to you, laying on the bed. He gazed at you with a love doped smile, and you did as well. “I wanted to do that for so long,” Peter confessed, blushing at you. His blush was too cute, and you reached over and cupped his cheek. “So did I.” You replied, whispering.

He smiled so brightly it started to hurt, as his head started to spin. “I’m in love with you,” He mumbled, gazing at you with emotion. You raised your eyebrows in surprise and happiness, as you laughed slightly. “I’ve fallen in love with you too.” You admitted, playing with his hair.

Peter felt like all his wishes have been granted, just laying here with you. The way the words fell out of your mouth made him feel lightheaded, and the way your hand tugged, and your fingers circled around his hair grounded him. He scooted closer to you again, as you smiled softly to him. His fingers landed on your lips, lightly tracing them, covering the tips of his fingers with saliva. He lightly pulled your moth open again, as he leaned in for another kiss.

“Fuck, I really love you.” Peter mumbled into the kiss. You giggled, pulling away. “I love you too,” You murmured back, pulling him in again. Your hand slipped under his shirt and gasped at the feeling of his torso. Peter pulled away again, and laughed, speeding to take his shirt off. He tore it off, getting on his knees on the bed, as you did as well, giggling with him.

You gazed up and down his body, feeling arousal build in you. Peter blushed at your stare as you scooted closer to him again. You placed a small kiss on his shoulder, leading it to his neck, making Peter gasp. His arms wrapped around you as he felt his erection grow. He trembled lightly when you started to lick at his neck, and he held you tighter. “I-I’ve never done this before.” Peter mumbled out, stuttering in nervousness but excitement.

You nipped at his neck before gazing back to him. “I haven’t either.” You confessed, lightly whispering. His fingers trailed under your shirt nervously. “Wo-would it be okay?” Peter asked for permission to take your shirt off. You nodded back to him, as he slowly lifted it off, smiling to him.

“Do you want to,” You paused, glancing down at your body as you started to grow wet. “To…make love?” You asked unsurely, cringing at the use of words. Peter blushed as he looked down at your chest as his erection started to feel uncomfortable. He nodded back to you, “Yes!” he blurted, quickly adding on, “Only if you want to.”

You nodded back to him, pushing down your nervousness as you felt another wave a lust hit you. Peter shyly put his hand on the back of your bra, unclipping it with a small sigh. When the bra dropped down, and you pushed it off your arms, Peter gazed back up to you, smiling. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, holding your body to his before he pulled you back in for another kiss. Peter groaned at the feeling of being against you, and you opened your mouth into the kiss, allowing Peter’s tongue through. You sighed at the feeling, as you started to feel down his body. You gasped when his boner hit your hand as Peter pushed you down against the bed, near the pillows now.

“Fuck, you look so good,” You spoke up as Peter leaned away from you, slipping his shoes off. He blushed at your compliment as he started taking off his pants. You started to take yours off too, but Peter stopped you and took control, taking them off for you. He blushed even more at the sight of your underwear.

You gazed down at his underwear as well, with the feeling of getting more wet at the sight of his erection now. You sat up as Peter brushed a hand through his hair. “I remember your first letter, and you told me how you were so happy we ran into each other in Berlin.” You paused, smiling at the memory. “And you sent me a bracelet; I still have it. It’s one of my favorite things.” You admitted, finishing your sentence. Peter blushed at that, as he adjusted his boner, finding it uncomfortable against his underwear.

“You sent me one back,” Peter smiled as you started to reach out to him. “I wear it whenever I’m on missions. It’s my good luck charm.” He chuckled lightly. You nodded back to him, as you trailed a finger up and down his chest.

You shook your head again, giggling softly, “I love you,” You repeated, as Peter started to smile more. “I love you too.” He whispered. Your hand drifted down to the band of his underwear, slightly tugging it down. You glanced up to him, asking him a silent question, to which he nodded. You pulled the underwear more down his legs, revealing his boner, popping out and hitting his stomach.

You parted your lips at the sight as Peter blushed again. You stood up on your knees on the bed and pushed Peter back down where you were laying. You scooted down to in between his legs, and you slowly started massaging his inner thighs.

Peter trembled at the feeling as he pushed himself slightly up against the headboard to watch you. He sighed out as you trailed your hands closer to his cock. “Please…” Peter begged, closing his eyes tight, already hearing his heartbeat outside of his body. You smiled softly just as soon as your hand lightly grazed against him. “Oh...” You heard Peter sigh out, as his eyes opened back up to gaze at you.

You smeared the precum on the top of hic cock, smiling even more as you heard his breathing turned heavier. “Your so pretty,” You whispered, referring to his cock, as your finger trailed on the underneath of it, tracing the vein. Peter blushed harshly at your voice as you licked your finger before pushing yourself closer.

You teasingly licked at his cock and watched as Peter banged his head against the headboard. “Please, please, baby, fuck.” Peter begged out, reaching out to push your head down. You moved away before he could and giggled at his frustrated face. You leaned back down and sent another long lick from the base to the tip, before you licked around his head.

You took him in your mouth, making Peter groan out loudly at the feeling of being inside. “Oh, fuck, fuck,” Peter panted out, as you started to lower your mouth slightly. You struggled to get him all in your mouth, as you opened your mouth as wide as you can. Peter reached behind your head again, curling his fingers against your scalp as he lightly pushed you down. His hips also reached up, as you moaned at the feeling. Peter gasped out a groan at the vibration that sent through his cock from your noise, making you glance up to him with darkened eyes. You hummed loudly again moving your mouth up and down, taking him in. Peter kept moaning and gasping at the feeling, and his head hit against the headboard again, losing eye contact with you, “You- fuck, babe, oh,” Peter breathed out, unable to form a full sentence.

You used your hand, pumping up and down, collecting some saliva to cover the rest of his cock, that you couldn’t take into your mouth. Peter tensed up feeling like he was about to come as he started to grasp onto your hair. “Wait, hold- fuck, I might come,” He stuttered out, making you pause. You slowly took his cock out of your mouth, licking your lips. Peter sighed out, feeling out of breath and amazed, “Shit, that was so good,” He pushed out.

You grinned back to him, as you moved out from in between his legs before you laid down, breathing hard next to him. “Fuck, you’ve got a great dick.” You said again, giggling as Peter stuttered, “Wha-, um, thanks.” He blushed but turned to face you, gazing at your chest. You pulled him in for a messy kiss, after a few more seconds of breathing. Peter instantly returned your kiss, pulling you in closer, and on top of him. Peter moaned at the feeling of your soaked underwear on his thigh, as he pushed his thigh up a little more, making you gasp in pleasure.

Peter grinned into the kiss, as he pressed down your hips, rolling you back and forth onto his thigh, making you moan even more into the kiss, pulling away breathless. “Shit…” You trailed off, at the feeling of your clothed clit hitting his thigh just right. He tugged at your panties, and he gazed back up to you.

“Can I rip them off? I promise to buy you a new pair.” He breathed out, as even more lust pulled into his stomach, at the feeling of you getting yourself off on his thigh. You nodded back, unable to speak as he rolled your hips again, hitting you in the best place. He quickly tore at both sides, and slide them off in an instant, and you both hushed out whimpers at the feeling. “You’re so warm,” Peter whispered, as you slid down against him again, breathing heavily.

You almost cried out at the feeling, rubbing yourself with Peter’s help, lifting you up and down, and sliding you back and forth against his leg. His fingers swiped up some of the juices that collected on his leg from you and licked them, sighing out at the taste. You only grew even wetter, as he slid his fingers down again, and this time, rubbed against your clit as you lowered yourself on his thigh.

“That’s it, baby, you can do it,” He mumbled softly, watching as your eyes opened and closed at the intense feelings. He lifted his fingers against slightly, exhaling as you rolled your hips at a set pace, settling your pussy against him. He circled softly, pushing up onto your clit, as you rolled downwards again, making you gasp.

You pushed your lips against his, to stop your noises from escaping as the music continued to blare from outside the room. You bucked your hips up and moved down, eyes closed tight as you whined out from the intense pleasure. Peter’s cock kept hitting your thigh as you continued your movements for the next few minutes, traveling up to Peter’s lips, biting them and licking and moving down to his neck as he continued to help move you on his thigh.

It was then when you felt your orgasm near and you opened your mouth, crying out from the stimulation. “I- I’m going to come,” You panted out, warning Peter. He nodded, and rubbed into your thighs, “Alright, babe, come for me.” He grunted out, with his cock burning for more as he felt your juices slide across his thigh. You gasped through your orgasm, murmuring Peter’s name as you held your head against his shoulder, as he continued to praise you, “That’s it, baby, such a good girl. You’re doing amazing.” You cried out in desire from his words and your orgasm, as it faded out of you.

You took a couple of minutes to start breathing normally as Peter kissed your cheek, whispering compliments and praises to you. You moved your head slightly to look up to him, “Fuck that was really great.” Your words made Peter shake his head back to you, as he slowly lifted you up to lay down next to him. “I want to try something out,” He shyly spoke up, gazing down at the mess you made on his thigh. He swiped some of your cum up and licked it, making you feel wetness pull again down in your pussy.

You nodded back to him, with an excited smile. He smiled back to you, and quickly turned and placed himself between your legs, leaning down with a gasp. “Fuck, so pretty.” He mumbled, making you feel a blush warm your face.

He started out by licking the rest of your cum off your thighs from earlier, making you tremble. “Mm, you taste so good, fuck.” He muttered, licking around your thighs again, collecting every piece of cum. “You’re doing so good too, fuck.” He praised again. You gasped at it, as you felt your pussy get even more wet than before.

Peter leaned a little more forward, breathing in while facing your pussy, before sending a long stripe to it. You gulped in pleasure, trying to hold down your moans as Peter continued. “Do you think you can come again, babe?” He asked you, before he continued. When you nodded instantly, Peter grinned and leaned down.

He licked right on your clit, making you bite your lip. His fingers found their way to your entrance, and he slowly pushed one in after collecting some of your wetness. He curled his finger in you, once he fully pushed in as he continued to lick around your pussy. “Fuck, so- ohh,” You moaned out, grasping onto Peter’s hair and tugging at it. He hummed against your clit, making you shudder as he started to push another finger in.

Peter’s tongue circled around your clit before nibbling on it gently, making you wail out in pleasure, pushing Peter’s head in even more, as you started calling out his name. He did it again, as he started pumping in and out of you with his fingers, hitting your g-spot, and making you cry loudly, from the immense pleasure.

You felt it burning again, as your orgasm pushed out of you with no warning, and you let out a chocked scream, followed by Peter’s name. He quickly pulled his fingers out of you and licked up all your cum, as you were shuddering and still going through your orgasm. It felt like hours almost, the way you were shivering in delight as you rolled your head to glance down to Peter. You blinked hazily to him and smiled brightly as he leaned back up kissing your body all the way up to your lips. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around him, as he leaned down onto you.

“You’re so beautiful and perfect.” Peter mumbled against your lips. You giggled slightly, still doped up from your orgasms. “So are you,” You whispered back to him, kissing him even more.

Peter gasped slightly when he felt your body touch his cock again. You glanced down and smiled back up to Peter. “Are you ready?” You whispered to him, kissing his shoulder softly. Peter nodded back to you and kissed your lips again. His lips opened against yours, as the kiss started to get sloppy once again. You groaned into it, tugging and playing with his hair.

Peter slightly pulled away as he positioned himself to you. He trembled with slight nervousness as he gazed back down to you, “I love you,” He whispered. You smiled back, and breathed in, “I love you too, Peter.”

He slowly pushed into you, as you gasped from the stretch. He stopped instantly, hearing your gasp, and he worriedly asked you, “Are you alright, do you want me to move?” His question made you shake your head, telling him it was alright. You grabbed onto one of his hands, holding tightly as you felt yourself adjust to him, “Okay, keep going,” You whispered back, nodding.

He continued, groaning in amazement, at the feeling. Your eyes fluttered shut as it continued to be uncomfortable, but you slowly eased yourself more, unclenching to let him all in. When he pulled back slowly, you started to get used to it more, as a heat started to bump more, making you feel more aroused. When Peter slowly eased himself back into you, you started feeling good, making you sound out, “More, please,” Your plea made Peter shudder in excitement as he pushed into you with a faster speed.

You both moaned loudly, and you wrapped your legs around Peter as he started to gain a pace. “So fuckin’ perfect,” Peter grunted out, as you started to pull him in more with your legs. Your eyes opened, gazing at Peter as he continued to go in and out of you.

One of his hands went down to your chest, circling around one of your nipples, making you gasp in surprise. He pinched and tweaked it, making you cry out from all the pleasure you were experiencing. He yelped out in pleasure when you rolled your hips up, meeting him in his thrusts. “Fuck,” You whined out, breathing heavily. Peter nodded as he leaned down to kiss you hard again.

You gasped loudly, almost crying as he hit your g-spot, into the kiss. Peter moved his kissing down to your neck, sloppily leaving saliva all over your jaw and neck. He stayed in place, hitting the same spot as he pulled in and out of you, making you cry out each time at the intensity.

Peter grunted, feeling himself almost reach his orgasm, as you did as well. He kept pushing in and out of you with a pace, hitting you even deeper as you met every thrust. His hand left your nipple, while he continued to kiss and suck your neck, traveling down to your clit, and rubbing it hard, making you whimper loudly, as your vision started to blur from everything.

With each thrust into your g-spot and every touch sent to your clit, you felt your orgasm max out again, “P-Peter, I’m go-going-” You cut yourself short, screaming out his name as your orgasm hit you, gushing out cum as Peter reached his as well. His thrust started to become erratic and shallow, before he pulled out, leaking cum onto your chest in spurts.

Your cum leaked out onto the sheets as you breathed in and out heavily, along with Peter. He collapsed next to you with a loud groan. Your head lulled over to gaze at him, as you felt his lips near your ear. “That,” Peter sighed out, wiping his face from the sweat that built up, “was amazing.” He finished up, earning a little laugh from you.

You nodded back to him, as he kissed your nose softly. “I love you,” You whispered, staring at him with affection. His hand cupped your cheek and he kissed your lips this time, gently. “I love you too, so much.” He murmured back, smiling softly back to you.

The two of you cuddled, laying there for hours, while tenderly whispering to each other sweet little phrases about love. The both of you were sticky and gross feeling from the cum that clung onto your skin, when you got up to shower, after noticing the music turned down greatly, making you both know the party ended.

Peter held out his hand for you to join him, making you laugh. You could barely walk in without wincing at the uncomfortable and painful feeling between your legs. Peter wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into the hot water with him. You delicately kissed his chest as he squeezed you gently. “I don’t want to go back,” You confessed, running a hand up and down his back in comfort.

He nodded, agreeing with you. “I want you to stay.” He mumbled back, wanting to hold onto you forever. He kissed your head softly, as you fluttered your eyes closed, savoring the sweet and loving memories in your mind.

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tomboyneedshercoffee · 5 years ago

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Met Gala || Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Peter go on a mission to capture Harry Osborn at one of the most heavily guarded places; the Met Gala.

Word Count: 2k

Author’s note: I watched Ocean’s 8 and Hoco back to back and thus, this fic was born.

Warning: Fighting?? Creepy dude??? IDK man a busted lip?

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When you were recruited for SHIELD, you knew you would be needed to fight alongside the avengers or workaround in the advanced lab in the Helicarier but never in a million years did you think Fury would send you and Peter Parker on a mission to infiltrate the Met Gala. Celebrities you stalked all day on twitter were now inches from you, wearing gorgeous ensembles from famous designers you could never pronounce and you were hardcore fangirling.

You tried to keep in your excitement as you looked across the room, seeing your favorite actors and influencers all mingling together without a care in the world. You were breathing the same air as Beyonce and Harry Styles, dear god, life felt great. Little did they know, this event had been hijacked by New York’s charming new villain, Harry Osbourn. Your mission with Peter was simple; find Harry and take him back to SHIELD’s headquarters for questioning without causing a mass distraction.

As you reached for a crystalized champagne glass off of one of the server’s silver platter, you hear a tsk sound off in your hidden earpiece inside your earrings.

“ Drinking on the job,” Peter clicked his tongue as he looked behind his shoulder, scouting you from across the ballroom,” your mother would be so disappointed.”

You smiled and took a small sip, taking in the room,” I’m blending in Parker. You should do the same. As for my mom, I’m in the same room as Idris Elba so I think she’ll be more jealous than upset.”

You took a quick glance towards Peter, who was sitting at a vacant table. He wore a black suit with a thin gold and blush material lined thinly along either side of the opening of his suit jacket. The inside of the suit was a simple white button-up that had no buttons at the top, revealing a bit of his chest.

While it was the Met Gala and you were excited to see what kind of flashy SHIELD had managed to get, they went the opposite. They gave you a black, long sleeve gown with a delicate lace pattern towards the bottom of your dress. Even though it was already out of your comfort zone from how fitting it was, the dress had a deep V cut on your chest that gave little to the imagination. While the dress was flattering, you knew you could’ve settled for your old prom dress when you heard that the gown you were wearing was two times the price of your apartment.

“ My little Peter Parker looks like he’s going to a Las Vegas communion,” you teased as you gave him a distant longing look,” but you look nice. You should wear suits more often, maybe then you could get a girlfriend.”

“ Ouch, Y/N,” Peter laughed, even though his heart stung a bit,” just because you look like that doesn’t mean you can go around breaking my heart.”

Even though Peter couldn’t see you from where you were, you still felt your cheeks to see if it was noticeable that you were blushing hard. Ever since sophomore year in high school, you had always hopelessly flirted with Peter but his attention was always Spiderman this and Spiderman that. It wasn’t until your senior year that you both would flirt with each other shamelessly yet that made things even harder for you. Now you weren’t sure if he was just joking or actually flirting with you and you could only blame yourself.

“ Keep your eyes open for Harry, not me,” You said as you finished your champagne glass and set it down at a table,” but I like the attention so you may continue flirting with me after we’re done with our mission.”

You heard Peter gasp loudly followed by silence which made your heart stop.

“ Peter? Peter do you have eyes on Harry?”

“ No! I think Blake Lively is about to come up and talk to me, bye!”

You craned your neck and sure enough, you picked Peter out of the crowd and saw the goddess herself sitting next to him smiling. Lucky bastard. You kept your eyes glued to Peter as you collided with someone.

“ Woah watch yourself there,” You heard as you felt your anxiety raise through the roof. Please don’t let it be Pedro Pascal, please. I would die from embarrassment if I just bumped into the Mandalorian, Pedro Pascal, himself.

You apologized but when you hesitantly looked up, hoping it wasn’t a famous celebrity you had obsessed over, your heart dropped. Harry Osborn.

“I’m sorry but do I know you?” Harry asked as you thought quickly of what to do,” I swear you look familiar.”

You weren’t prepared to see him so soon, your plan of attack was to find him not for him to find you. You snapped yourself out of it and focused on what you knew best, flirting.

“ No, you don’t. Trust me, you would remember a face like mine,” you said smoothly, feeling your confidence boost from the energy of the night and most likely the dress.

Harry smirked,” I like you already. I’m Harry, Harry Osborn.”

Oh you knew. You knew everything about him from the countless files that SHIELD had provided you. His estranged father was Norman Osborn and is the president of Oscorp, one of the leading multinational corporations in the US. Harry was around the same height as Peter, standing at 5' 10, weighing 170 pounds, and had dark blue eyes that held more than just a charming sparkle. You knew how he liked his coffee, why he hated Halloween, where he vacationed when he was in grade school, and when he lost his virginity. Knowing how much intel SHIELD had on Harry was not only scary for him, but for you since who knows about dirt Fury had one you aswell.

“ Michelle Jones,” you said on the spot, not wanting him to know your real name. He reached for you hand to shake but instead, placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

You smiled politely even though you mentally rolled your eyes. You just needed to get him somewhere private so you could take him out with the tranquilizer that Peter had in his pocket.

“ So Harry, what brings you to the Met? You must be pretty influential to get an invite,” you said as you started walking away from your spot, knowing that there was an exit behind the staircase and that Harry would follow you.

“ I would call myself an entrepreneur, I dabble in some tech companies here and there. Just changing the world one robot at a time,” Harry shrugged as he followed next to you, taking the bait,” I bet you’re probably into something along the lines of modeling.”

You couldn’t help yourself but to let out a lousy laugh as he held a set of double doors open for you, leaving an empty hallway,” That’s cute but no, I’m one of the leading programmers at Stark Industries. But sure, I guess I’m just a pretty face too.”

“ Brains, beauty, and an attitude? Well today’s my lucky day then,” he flirted as he placed his hand on your lower back, leaning in close to your ear,” let’s get out of here yeah?”

You almost showed your visibly disgusted expression on your face but you hide it well underneath a sweet smile,“ I admire your boldness and while I am very flattered, I have a boyfriend. I think he would actually love to meet you, let me just go find him.”

“ Y/N, there you are,” Peter’s voice piped behind you as you watched his face fall for a second and then recover,” who’s your friend?”

Your smile faltered,“ R-Right, this is Harry Osborn, Harry, this is my boyfriend...Ned.”

Peter shook Harry’s hand as Peter tried to hide a grin from the fake name,” Nice to meet you, Harry.”

Harry nodded and looked between you two as Peter placed his arm around your hip, bringing you closer,” Well Ned, you’re a lucky man. She’s very smart and might I say very beautiful.”

Peter clenched his jaw as Harry looked you up and down longingly as if he could see straight through your gown. You felt Peter’s grip on your waist tighten but he knew that he had to stay calm so he didn’t compromise the mission.

“ Yes, Y/N is the whole package,” Peter said a bit more confidently as he gave you a small kiss on the cheek,” aren’t you baby?”

Before you could open your mouth, Harry interrupted and took a step forward,” That’s funny, she told me her name was Michelle.”

Peter looked back at your face and while you were now panicking on the inside, you only nodded in response,” Michelle Y/N Jones. Only my close friends call me Y/N.”

“ Really? You know, now that I’m really thinking about it,” Harry looked between you two and pointed at Peter,” you look like a...Peter Parker. And you, Look like a Y/N L/N. Which is funny because I know two people who work for SHIELD who are allegedly after me. Funny huh?”

Your breath hitched and without thinking, Peter lunged at Harry and the two wrestled to the floor. You watched as the two struggled on top of one another before Harry got the upper hand, giving him a few good punches before he started to choke him.

You looked at the cart next to you and grabbed a bottle of Champagne before slamming it over Harry’s head. In an instant, Harry slumped over on top of Peter who breathed a sigh of relief.

“ D-Did I kill him?” You asked as you dropped whatever was still intact of the bottle.

Peter shook his head, taking in your appearance. While you didn’t have any physical marks on you, your hair that was neatly tucked into a bun was now loose and all over the place.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” Peter asked as he moved your hair out of your face, his lip was definitely busted,”Y/N I am so sorry about blowing your cover and I’m sorry that you-”

You leaned over towards Peter and planted a light kiss to his cheek, which made him instantly turn red. You didn’t know what came over you but the damage was done, now you just had to get out of here.

“ Less talking and more lifting,” you said softly as you both looked down at Harry who was very much unconscious,” The car is waiting downstairs for us so I’ll grab his legs and you grab his arms?”

“ I can carry him myself,” Peter said and you knew he could because of his ‘super strength’ but you shook your head and insisted over a hundred times that you were a strong, capable woman.

Peter took one last longing look at you since his face couldn’t get any redder and nodded as the two of you both lifted Harry down the private staircase. The two of you said nothing, only sharing an occasional groan as you used most of your strength.

“ So what, are we dating now?” Peter asked as he accidentally bumped Henry’s head against the railing.

You huffed and stepped carefully, not wanting to trip over your dress,” I know I drank like three glasses of champagne but I would definitely remember if I asked you out, Parker.”

“ Well you introduced me to Harry as your boyfriend.”

You stopped moving and placed Harry down on the stairs, your muscles that you hardly ever worked on were already aching. You placed your hands on your hips and shook your head,” Okay well, I technically said you were Ned so that means Ned is my boyfriend.”

You swallowed and looked up at Peter,” But if this is your attempt at trying to ask me out then yes, I will go out with you...only if you carry Harry the rest of the way.”

Peter hid his huge grin and only shrugged plainly, even though he wanted to jump out of excitement,” Fine by me.”

You watched as Peter lifted Harry with ease as if he weighed absolutely nothing.

“Show off,” you said as Peter smirked, knowing that he could get used to this.

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theysaywhatasadsight · 6 years ago

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Fangs, Claws and Webshooters

A/n: This is for @revengingbarnes ‘s 10k writing challenge, the theme of which was TV shows. I chose Teen Wolf with Peter P. This was an interesting challenge to write!

She walked out of ethics, books in hand, her friends giggling at a joke Rachel was making. She rolled her eyes and laughed at Rachel's annoyed face. Her phone chimed, causing her to do an awkward juggle as she took it out of her pocket.

“There’s an old warehouse near Tempaera's, 3 A.M. He'll be armed.” The peaceful facade of her being just another average college student was broken, replaced by the reality; she was a nameless and faceless mercenary, engaged in the slaughter of a new hunter. Misusing her werewolf abilities was not ethical, then again she had grown up in Beacon Hills, where every second week a new creature popped up, hell bent on destroying the world.

Shooting off a quick message to respond to another friend's text, she wondered what excuse she would make this time for skipping date night.

Having a significant other wasn't something she had yet become used to. There was flirting, of course, mild and harmless with all her brother's friends (and later even proteges; true alpha certainly attracted werewolves everywhere) but never something that was even borderline serious.

She’d never previously had any time to pursue relationships, nor any motivation. Between protecting her town and somehow finding the time to study to even get a chance at a decent college. Needless to say, when she made it to MIT, following in the footsteps of Lydia, the entire pack was overjoyed but sad to let her go.

She’d met Peter in Introduction to Programming Languages, where he’d crashed in 15 minutes late, sat next to her and spent the entire time answering every question that was put up. They soon developed competitiveness, which lead to sniping back and forth at each other, to studying together for tests and then failing when the two realized they couldn’t sit and study without getting distracted.

She had her suspicions he was...something, because of his accelerated stamina and ability to go without sleep forever apparently. Possibly a werewolf, maybe something else; she would have to check the bestiary to be sure. He didn’t mind the missed dates or the occasions when she suddenly disappeared back to California for a ‘family emergency’, so maybe he did understand her reasons.

Before she could text him, her phone rang. She smiled and answered.

“Won’t make it today, gotta study for a Chemistry test.” he told her and sighed.

“I was about to cancel too, something’s come up.”

“Are you cheating on me, YN? I don’t take well to being second choice.”

“Yes, I’m cheating on you with Captain America, happy? Ugh those baby blues, that hair, what can I even say?”

“At Least you didn’t say Iron Man, I don’t think my heart could take it if you went at it with my former employer; not to mention he’s married to the CEO of Stark Industries.”

“Ha ha, Pete, I’m dying of laughter.”

“That was the intention.”

“Whatever, bye. Love you.”

“Yes, I love me too.” she let out a chuckle of disbelief and hung up.

She sat down to do a bit of homework before heading towards the warehouse. Scratching her head at the question, she was debating calling Peter to ask for help when her phone rang again.

“Stiles.”

“Hey. You, uh, got my text?”

“Yeah. Who is this guy anyway?”

“He’s, uh, you remember those killings a few years back? Everyone supernatural was a target?”

“Hmm, I guess? Bunch of people thought they’d rid the world of evil. He one of them?” she sighed.

“The philosophy’s pretty common, YN. They think we’re monsters, that the world is better off without us. He’s a part of a group going after every creature in the bestiary.”

“Are they going after mutants too?”

“Not those in the accords, as far as I know.”

“Never thought you’d be snooping around in government stuff. What would the Sheriff say?”

“Be disappointed in me, probably. Which is what your brother is now. He called me in a murderous rage about how I was ‘endangering his sister’s life’ and how i ‘should be more responsible’, considering I’m ‘an older brother figure to her’”

“How are the two of you even responsible in any way? You throw yourselves at any danger you find! I volunteered to do this, Stiles, I’m capable.”

“Speaking of, when were we going to hear about this guy you’re dating?”

“How’d you find out?”

“Peter Parker; good grades, straight A student, interned for a billionaire, but got in on that same scholarship you did.”

“Misusing and taking advantage of your position?”

“Maybe. So I have to give a full report on him to Scott but if you could…”

“I’ll text you when it’s done, Stiles, I’ve got homework, bye!” she cut the call, smiling fondly.

She walked into the warehouse, whistling.

“Let’s make this easy for both of us. You stop hiding and come out, I kill you and I go back home and do my chem homework.”

“Werewolf. You took the bait.”

‘You’ve just started talking and I already want to kill you, God. How does your little cult stand you?”

“Your species is a walking plague. How many have you infected, little one?” he stepped into her view, brandishing a gun pointed straight at her.

“Plague? Species? I’m not some mythical beast.” she kept her tone taunting to hide the waver in her voice. It was only the 3rd time she was doing this. “I should go into bounty hunting, heard it’s lucrative.”

“You’ll have to get out here alive before you go making plans, beast.” he whispered before firing, she dodged and snarled, claws snapping and features shifting. She ran at him, swiping. He ducked and sliced at her right side with a knife. Crying out in pain, she fell, throwing her claws at him in frustration. He fell too, crawling backwards to get away from her. She stood up, grabbing a metal rod from his bag and dragging it towards him, it ringing on the floor.

“We’re going to do this old fashioned human way, then” she grunted, wincing at the cut near her kidney. “You added wolfsbane to the knife, huh? You’re pro, I’ll give that to you.” She hit at his wrist, making him scream and drop the knife. “But I’ve seen worse.”

She hit his abdomen, then his torso. The wolfsbane hurt like hell, and she was sure she was about to lose her vision.

“It’s not just wolfsbane, little one. It’s something much, much better.”

She swore under her breath as her legs gave out. Reaching out, claws extended, she closed your eyes, hearing powder showering down on the floor.

The man raised the gun a final time, saying a prayer to his gods. He smiled, squeezing the trigger-

The glass windows above crashed as a masked figure swung in. The man shot at whatever it was, but they were too fast. He was suddenly immobilized, down on the floor with sticky webs on his wrists that pinned him down.

Peter rushed to the girl lying inside the circle of what looked to be ash. The killer had a ritual apparently, where the victims were surrounded by ash and were gunned down. He turned the girl over, who was convulsing. Recognizing the face, he inhaled sharply. Picking up the rod next to her, he swung at the killer’s head, knocking him out cold. He picked up his girlfriend and strode out.

He laid her down gently on the asphalt and took his mask off. She was awakening gradually, gasping in pain.

“YN, hold on, okay, I'm calling an ambulance.”

“No, wait.” She coarsely whispered. He leaned over her. “Is the cut healing?”

“It's deep, really really deep.”

“There's a lighter in the pocket of my jacket. Take it out and burn the wound.”

“What? No, I'm not gonna hurt you more.”

“It'll help with the wolfsbane, Peter. Do it.” She groaned. He quickly took it out and switched it on, grimacing as he put it on her skin. The wound gave off yellow smoke and her eyes glowed. Her claws dug into the ground underneath.

“That's it, that'll take the wolfsbane out. Call whoever you want and tell them...tell them I was in an accident.” She managed to whisper before she blacked out. Peter looked at her, brushing away hair from her forehead.

She came to gradually, eyelids fluttering. Her head pounded and she had no control over her limbs. She tried to sit up, wincing. She was in the hospital, it seemed. There was commotion in the chair to the right. Someone abruptly sat up, blinking widely.

“Scott,” she whispered as he stood up and hugged her.

“Stupid girl. I told you, you don’t go after a manic killer on your own.” he kissed her hair.

“Did you two rescue me?”

“No, we got here a day ago. Your boyfriend called Stiles, the first number he found on your phone and Stiles called me and…”

“How long have I been out?” she cut him off.

“Three days.”

“Scott, whatever he shot me with, it was beyond wolfsbane, I couldn’t heal.”

“Yes, Lydia researched it, said it was some kind of hybrid derivative. These people, they’re trained to take us out. She’s trying to find an antidote.”

“Coffee, kid?” Stiles sat down next to Peter, handing him a cup.

“Yeah, thanks.” his eyes were bloodshot, not having slept for the past 3 days. After he left that warehouse, he had called in anonymously to the emergency services, telling them the location and the restrained killer inside.

“You should go get some sleep. I think they’re only allowing family as of now.” he sighed.

“Nah, I’m good.” Stiles nodded, as they sat in awkward silence.

“So, uh, Spiderman?”

“I’m sorry what?”

“You’re spiderman, right?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Kid, I work for the government, I know my way around.”

“Oh yeah? Well, your hometown's life expectancy is really, really low. Teens killed every year, 65 percent go out of town for college. Care to explain? Didn’t think so.”

Stiles grimaced. “You’re smart, kid. So, tell me this, are you one of those assholes hunting supernaturals?”

“What? No!”

“So, you’re not spiderman and yet managed to walk out of a skirmish with a, uh, serial killer, which, might I add, your werewolf girlfriend couldn't and called me?” He shrugged. “It’s your secret to keep, buddy, just, don’t put YN in danger.”

“She kind of did that on her own. At your suggestion, I believe.”

“I told her not to do it, okay? And she said, I quote “I have claws and fangs, Stiles, I intend to use them.” I mean, who says that? How can you get through college and be an assassin? It was different in high school.”

“How so? Were you all assassins for hire?” Peter turned to him.

“No, no no. We were just trying to live and supernatural shit would often come up and try to kill us. It was batshit crazy stuff.”

“I’m kind of familiar with that, except I never had a pack.”

“Boohoo, sob story, wait until you hear about when I got possessed by an evil spirit...wait what? So you do admit you’re Spiderman?”

“Look, I’ve missed three days of classes and my girlfriend is 3 rooms over trying not to die.”

“She’s like my baby sister dude, not that you should have any sisterly feelings for her, and..”

He paused when a nurse leaned down in front of the two.“Um, Mr. Parker? Mr. Stilinski? Ms. McCall is awake and requesting to see the both of you. I’d advise you to not give sudden shocks or news.”

She was talking on the phone when the two came rushing to the door. She held up a finger while Scott stood up from the chair he was sitting in.

“She’s talking to Mom right now, telling her not to worry.”

“She’s not listening.” she smiled as she cut the call. Glancing up, she saw the three figure standing at the threshold, all glowering. She sat up, got down from the bed and walked over.

“Okay. Scott, you’ve done your protective alpha thing already. Stiles, Peter, you two can battle to death over who gets to scream at me first. I, need that" she said grabbing Peter's cup and sipped.

“Okay, stop. You're not poisoning yourself with shitty coffee the minute you wake up.” Stiles took the cup back from her. “And lie down, please.”

She made a face and sat down on the bed. “How soon are they discharging me?”

“They'll keep you under observation for a few days.”

“I have classes to attend!”

“You didn't really care about that when you went after a gun-toting maniac.” Peter frowned.

She rolled her eyes and lay down again.

“That's not how I wanted you to meet Scott, you know.” You smiled at Peter as he dropped you off to your dorm a few days later.

“They're...nice, if a little…”

“Scary?”

“More like funny.”

“Hey, he's my alpha okay? We learned how to kill and maim before we learned calculus.”

“You'd make great friends with Black Widow, you know?”

“OH MY GOD, YOU KNOW HER?” He laughed as she poked him repeatedly, “Peter! Answer me!”

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years ago

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I Got You: Part 8

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff

Word Count: 4,696

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

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“So where do you wanna go first?” You asked softly as the two of you packed as much stuff as you could in Bucky’s back pack before the sun even rose the next day.

“Where haven’t I tried to kidnap you?” He asked, jokingly.

“Fiji? Small island. Easy to hide…”

“Yea, did you forget already how good you are at hiding?” You glanced up at him with your eyebrows raised.

“And how do you know it wasn't because I wanted to get caught?” He looked back up at you, armed with a sarcastic remark but it didn’t come out. He opened his mouth to say something and closed it a second later. “Oohoo! Do I have you stumped there?”

“Shut up.” He mumbled as he grabbed the last small pile of shirts and began rolling them up. “Did you really do it on purpose?”

“Umm… hello? Why do you think you found me every month? Have you seen your ass in that Winter Soldier get up. Hell yes, I tried to get caught.”

“Wow, doll…” You giggled as you sat down on the bed next to his backpack.

“Sorry to tell ya, baby but you were my sexual fantasy long before I even knew your name.”

“There is something wrong with… us because I felt the exact same way.” He chuckled as you put the bag of bathroom supplies on top. He pulled the strings tight and synched the bag as he looked over at you with a cocky smile. “My ass really did look good in those pants.” You whacked his arm as he laughed quietly and closed the top of the bag. He slung it on his back as you grabbed both your jackets.

“Be glad I love you.” You said as you looked around the room one more time to make sure you got everything important. Bucky walked over to his bedside table and grabbed a picture of the two of you and handed it to you over his shoulder.

“Should be room in the outside pocket.” You nodded at his back as you took the frame and packed it away, wrapping it in the underwear that was currently living in that pocket of the backpack.

“Look out Fiji, the Barnes’ are…” Your whispered words were cut short as you opened the door to your room. You looked down as Steve landed on your feet and jerked awake. “Really?” You asked him in a monotone voice.

“Guys, please… just hear me out.”

“You have until we reach the front door.” Bucky said as he stepped around you and over his friend into the hallway. Steve scrambled to his feet and followed after the two of you as you took Bucky’s hand in yours.

“We want to stop HYDRA for good so they can never hurt us again. You told me your mission as super soldiers was to kidnap me and bring me back so they could make more of us. That’s what we want to do; use me as bait to get to HYDRA HQ and shut it down. Picking off the cells after that would be easy but we can’t start it without you.” Bucky paused at the door leading to the main room and Steve took that as a sign to go on.

“This is the idea. The whole team goes to Russia to where they told you to bring me. Banner stays on the ground with Nat and everyone else is in the Quin. Once the three of us get the general location of where the base is located, Banner goes Hulk, everyone else drops in and we put an end to it. We’re calling in everybody; Thor, that Spiderman kid, T’Challa…”

“And what if they separate us from you? What if they separate us from each other?” Bucky snapped as he turned to glare at his friend. “How can you sit there as my best friend and ask me to risk her life like that again.” Steve sighed heavily.

“Her bracelet is also a tracker. And there is one in your suit now, too.”

“Swear to God.” You mumbled as you pulled the bracelet off and dropped it on the floor.

“You’re unbelievable, Steve.”

“Buck, I am doing everything I can…” Steve pleaded as Bucky pushed open the door.

“Yea, everything you can to push us away even more.” Bucky said. You both stopped short as you saw Vision standing by the main doors.

“I’m sorry, but I am not allowed to let you leave.” He said calmly.

“Son of a bitch…” You grumbled. “Let me guess. Someone’s at every door?” The two men stayed quiet and you shook your head.

“So we have two options here. Agree to your plan or fight our way out, is that it?” Bucky demanded as he looked at Steve.

“I’m sorry…”

“Fuck you, Steve.” You said as you walked past him toward the training room. “We’ll do your fucked up plan.”

“Don’t expect us to stick around afterwords though.” Bucky snapped as he followed after you.

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“You’re doing a lot better, finally.” Bucky told you in Romanian, as you took a break from sparing. Neither of you had spoken English in almost two weeks, nor had you talked to anyone but each other. “You just have to remember those elbows in front of your stomach. You’d be fine against most but not against me.” You nodded as you downed a water bottle in three gulps.

“How’s my behind counter?” He nodded as he chugged his water.

“Much better. That thing makes you a little quicker on the jump.” He pointed at your bracelet as you wiped the sweat off your forehead. “It’s just your post punch front we have to work on.” With a sigh, you tossed your towel on the bench and got up.

“Alright. Let’s go again…”

“Hey… we have everyone here.” You looked over at Steve and sighed.

“I still vote we jump. They still think you’re afraid of heights.” Bucky said, in German as he grabbed your gym towel and tossed it over his shoulder.

“Let’s just get them in and then we can leave them and go to Fiji.” You replied.

“Are you guys gunna talk to any…”

“No.” You both said as you walked past him.

“Do you remember the training from them?” Bucky asked, finally switching to Russian to mentally prepare you. You took a deep breath and nodded as the two of you headed toward your room to quickly shower and change. He reached out and caught your arm; pulling you back gently so you would look at him. He cupped your cheeks in his palms and rested his forehead against yours. “I promise you, on our love, I will not let them take me from you. I will let everyone else die before I let them take you from me ever again.”

“I’m scared.” You whispered as you grabbed his wrists gently.

“I know, baby doll. Just remember, I got you.” You nodded as he gave you a chaste kiss. “Come on.” The two of you showered and put on street clothes you could easily fight in that still looked like you had been surviving on the streets to keep your cover. You forced yourself to act submissively to Bucky; looking at him for direction for everything again. You could see in his hardening eyes that he hated this just as much as you did. As the two of you headed for the door, you paused and took a hold of his hand.

“I love you.” You whispered softly as he looked back at you. “But you have to take this for right now.” You reached up and pulled your engagement ring off.

“Shit…” He said softly as he took the ring from you.

“Here.” You took a step forward and unzipped a small pocket above his heart on the front of his jacket. “Put it there and we’ll put a tissue over it.”

“Wrap it in one, too” You nodded as you grabbed two tissues, hesitating for a second before grabbing one for the tears that threatened your own eyes.

“I hate this.” You whispered as he set your ring in the middle of the tissue. He couldn’t bring himself to even agree with you as you wrapped the ring away and tucked it into his pocket. Your hand shook slightly as silent tears fell down your cheeks. You tucked the first tissue as deep into the pocket as physically possible before balling up the second and shoving it on top. You zipped the pocket closed and Bucky reached up, placing his hand on top of yours.

“It will be back on your finger tonight.” He promised. You met his tear filled eyes and he quickly pulled you into a hug. “I’m so sorry, baby.” You nodded as your hand cradled the back of his head, upsetting the battered ball cap he had on. He pulled back and took it off so he could kiss you one last time in private. “Alright. Let’s go so we can get to Fiji already.” You huffed a humorless laugh as he put his hat back on. You grabbed the backpack of your belongings and put it on with a deep breath as you followed Bucky out of the room.

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Your foot bounced with nervous energy as you listened to Steve run through the plan with the entire 15 person Avengers crew that was crammed on the Quinjet on the way to Penza, Russia; the place Bucky had been told to bring Captain America. Without a word, Bucky reached down and put his hand on your knee; silently reminding you what your place was supposed to be. He glanced over at you with a look that spoke volumes. You swallowed hard and with a nod of your head; you forced yourself to become the Winter Soldier’s property once more.

“So, to sum it up: Scott, Bucky, (Y/N), and I are first wave. Nat, Banner, Clint, Thor, Wanda, and T’Challa are on the ground behind us. Sam, Stark, Vision, Parker, and Rhodie are in the air at a distance. No one moves until (Y/N) gives the signal.” He glanced over at your fiancé for confirmation of the plan; receiving only a small head bob from him.

“Coming up on the spot to put down. Going stealth.” Nat called out from the front. You made sure your bracelet was tucked up under your jacket before standing up and taking the gun you “stole from Steve” from Tony.

“We’ll be…” Tony tried to say.

“Don’t.” Bucky jumped in as he stepped in front of you. “You don’t get to talk to her after this.” Tony raised his eyebrows as you moved yourself to Bucky’s far sided and followed him to the back.

“Stay on her shoulder but don’t talk to her. She has a lot to focus on.” Steve said to Scott as he handed the man his shield to carry, undetected. You could tell just by the way the man dubbed “Ant-Man” looked at you, that he had heard all about the hell you had endured in the last few months.

“Just… if you don’t mind holding out your hand.” You looked up at Bucky, waiting for his permission. You heard Sam mumble ‘go with it’ as Bucky nodded to you. You looked back at Scott and held out your hand where he needed it. “I’ll just tell you when I’m sitting in the hole of that snap on your collar.” You nodded to him and he pressed a button on his glove. You smarted ever so slightly as he disappeared almost into thin air but you felt him land on your palm a second later. With a small smile, you showed Bucky the now ant-sized Scott before holding your hand up to your jacket so he wouldn’t have far to go.

“Thanks” He said loudly as he climbed up your collar and situated himself in the perfect sized button snap hole. You looked back up at Bucky who rolled his eyes.

“Stupid.” He said in Russian as the small smile got a little wider across your face. You watched his eyes soften ever so slightly at the sight he hadn’t seen in days before both your faces hardened when the jet touched the ground. He looked up at his childhood friend and jerked his head toward the back door; silently telling him to move. As the ramp opened up, you moved to the right of Steve as Bucky took the left; each of you taking hold of one of his arms. He was going to walk the five miles by himself ‘at gun point’ and you and Bucky were going to drag him the last three to keep up appearances.

“I love you.” Bucky said in Russian as the three of you walked down the ramp. You glanced over at him out of the corner of your eye and nodded.

“I love you, too.” Not a single word was spoken during the rest of the walk. You and Bucky both kept your guns pointed at Steve; appearing to keep him in line. You refused a comms piece, as did Bucky, to keep yourselves focused. You kept thinking to yourself in Russian, mentally reminding yourself that you were property and that you were doing your job. Your eyes stayed trained on the ground in front of you except for the few time you glanced over at Bucky to make sure you were always slightly behind him.

At five miles, Cap gently tugged back on your arms. You all paused for a moment as he turned around. Bucky wrapped a very poorly tied rope around his wrist so he could get out of it when the time came. You slung your arm through the crook of his left arm and he let his weight fall onto you and Bucky. With a quick glance over at Bucky as Steve faked being knocked out, the two of you dragged him the last three miles to the compound.

“I got you.” Bucky said under his breath as the building came into view. You dragged your thumb nail across the ridges of the hand gun you still had pointed at Steve in acknowledgement as a large group of about twenty men came running out of the building with guns drawn. “We have Captain America.” Bucky called out to them. You kept your eyes at their feet; fighting hard against your natural urges to look up.

“Who sent you?” One of the men yelled. Bucky reached over and handed you his gun before pulling up the sleeve of his jacket to reveal his metal arm.

“Kebo, before he was murdered.” The men begin to talk excitedly as they realized their two super soldiers had finally returned.

“Get Schmidt!” One of the men shouted; unknowingly confirming you had found the main headquarters for HYDRA, as two men came toward you to take Cap. You bit your tongue hard to stop yourself from making any sort of sound; this was the make or break point of your plan.

“No.” Bucky snapped at the men as he grabbed his gun back from you. “He is our target. We will take care of it from here.” You held your breath, waiting for the men to agree; silently pleading with them to take the bait. They both nodded and took a step back.

“OK, follow us.” You jarred your shoulder to give Scott the signal.

“Show time.” Scott said as he jumped from your jacket.

“Move!” You shouted in Romanian as you and Bucky yanked Steve backwards to make room for Scott. The HYDRA men stood stunned as Scott appeared out of no where and dropped Cap’s shield before growing five times his size. You began to rip weapons out of the hands of the agents out front with your enhanced abilities as Scott began to use his giant size to squish anyone before tearing through the building.

“Stay with me.” Bucky called out to you in Romanian as the two of you held back with Steve, containing the front line until the others could get there. It was only a few seconds before the Hulk came barreling in with Natasha on his back.

“Get clear.” She called out to you and Bucky as Hydra agents seem to pour out of the now burning building (thanks to giant Ant-Man walking through it). Neither of you needed to be told twice. You spun on your heel and ran as fast as you could; dodging the incoming Avengers.

“Keep going.” Bucky shouted from right behind you. You picked up your pace; putting as much distance between you and the HYDRA compound as physically possible. You could hear two or three HYDRA agents that some how slipped by chasing after you. You heart pounded in your chest as Bucky fired off a few shots, managing to hit one of his marks before his clip was empty; your gun forgotten long ago in the fight.

“Pick her up, I’ll give you a lift.” Rhodie said as he hovered in front of you at that exact moment. You paused for only a second and turned so Bucky could pick you up as he kept running. Rhodie grabbed Bucky by the waist and lifted both of you off the ground and above the trees as Spiderman swung by and trapped the two rogue HYDRA agents in a web.

“Ya know, this ain’t half bad anymore.” You told Bucky as Rhodie carried the two of you back to the Quinjet.

“Really, doll? You wanna talk about your lack of fear of heights now?” You shrugged.

“I mean… we could talk about the weather if you prefer?” You heard Rhodie laugh as your fiancé shook his head. He hugged you tighter as your ride finally came to the clearing.

“Tony asked me to pass this message on before I head back.” He said as he put you both down on the ramp and opened his helmet to look at you properly. “He says he understands that you want to leave and that he doesn’t blame you. He put two hundred thousand dollars cash in your backpack to help you get started if that is what you really want.

However, he really hopes you will stay. He said if you want out of missions, he can respect that and you both are still welcome to stay at the complex as long as you’d like. Cap agreed with him on that and so do the rest of us, but it’s your call to make. There is a button on the dash marked ‘ramp’. Hit that, then the button they marked ‘lock’ to lock yourselves in here while you decided. Natasha will be the one to come let you out if you still choose to go.” Without another word he took off and left the two of you alone to think about your choices.

“Inside.” Bucky said as he gave you a gentle nudge up the ramp. You walked up to the ramp and over to the controls. You smirked at all of Clint’s little notes.

“Baby, look at this.” You said as you pushed the button under the ramp sticky note. You let your fingers dance over all the notes that read ‘nope’, ‘not this one’, ‘definitely not this one either’, and ‘ARE YOU TRYING TO DIE?!’.

“Subtle.” Bucky laughed as you hit the button marked ‘lock’ once the ramp closed. You sighed as you stood up straight.

“So?” You asked as Bucky pulled your ring out of his pocket gently. He sighed and shook his head.

“I don’t know, doll. I really don’t.” You held out your hand as he slid the ring back on your finger. A smile spread across your face as you looked up at him.

“We just fooled HYDRA.” You giggled as you leapt into his arms, unable to control your excitement. He laughed and spun you in a circle before setting you down and cupping your jaw in his hands.

“God, I love you, (Y/N).” He said as he crashed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tight as he let his head fall to your shoulder.

“I love you, Bucky. Always.”

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Two hours later, you were sitting on the floor between Bucky’s legs and using his chest as a pillow as he twisted your engagement ring around your finger. You dragged your free fingertips up and down his arm as the two of you really though about the decision you made.

“Are you sure…?” You asked Bucky as you looked up at him. He sighed and nodded.

“It won’t be easy… but I’m sure. Are you?” He glanced down at you as he stopped twisting your ring for a moment.

“As long as I am with you we could live in a damn box.”

“Natasha Rominoff.” Nat’s voice played through the speaker on the dash as she unlocked the ramp to the jet. You and Bucky both got up as the ramp slowly opened. With a heavy sigh, you grabbed your backpack and handed it to Bucky. You watched your friend’s eyes find you and you could see her heart almost visibly shatter.

“So you made up your minds, then?” She asks solemnly as she walked up the ramp. You nodded as tears filled your eyes.

“I’m sorry, Nat… but…” You paused for a moment as tears welled up in her eyes. “…you and I may need to have a serious discussion about switching bedrooms because yours is way bigger…” She screamed, ran over and wrapped you in a hug.

“I hate you so much right now!” She cried as she squeezed you for a second. Bucky chuckled and she pulled back and forcefully glared at him.

“Don’t look at me. It was her idea.” He claimed with a laugh.

“You two almost gave me a heart attack.” You giggled and shrugged.

“You think you could pull off that we actually left?” Her smile vanished and the laughter disappeared from her voice.

“You have like two minutes. Stay underneath, on the far side, up by the wheels.”

“God, she’s as bad as you are!” Bucky chuckled as you grabbed his arm.

“Say something about a head count when everyone is in.” You said as you jumped off the ramp along the body of the jet. You grabbed the back pack from Bucky and ducked under the jet to hide your foot prints. You positioned yourself so that the two of you were hidden from the side by the large wing of the jet as the rest of the group walked back. No one said a word as they walked over; the silence among them heavy in the air. Stark hit the ramp first and his foot steps stopped.

“They didn’t stay…” Steve sighed. Your heart broke for him as you reached out and held onto Bucky’s wrist so he wouldn’t give you away just yet.

“We have to find them…” Tony said.

“No! They made their choice. We have to let them go.” Natasha said. You looked back at Bucky as the group had a quick discussion of whether to actually let you leave or go and find you before Nat spoke up, loudly. “Look, let’s do a quick head count. Who wants to go and try to convince them to stay?”

“Now.” You mouthed to Bucky. The two of you slipped silently out from under the jet and dashed to the end of the ramp. You caught Natasha’s eye as she was verbally counting and she bobbed her finger at you.

“Did you count our votes?” Bucky called out as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You heard a loud cheer echo through the jet as Steve nearly ran over Vision to get to the both of you.

“Guys, I…”

“Don’t.” You interrupted as you and Bucky pulled your best friend into a hug.

“All is forgiven.” Steve nodded as he took a step back and looked at you.

“I don’t know what I would have done without our movie nights.” He said with the slight hint of tears in his voice.

“Yea, well if we stand out here any longer we’ll freeze before we get another one.” You teased as you shooed him up the ramp. Natasha closed the door as everyone came over to welcome you home. As Clint and Nat pointed the jet back to New York, Tony made his way over once everyone else had their moment.

“Here.” Bucky said as he held out the envelope of cash before Tony even got the chance to say anything. “We would have left it behind anyways.”

“We don’t want to quit being Avengers, Tony. We just don’t want to be forced into situations like this.”

“If and when we take missions in the future, they are going to be missions where brainwashing and kidnapping are more at the bottom of the list of things we need to worry about. I have a responsibility to look after her before anyone else… Avenger or not.” Tony shook his head quickly in shock before shaking his head, no.

“This is wedding gift. I thought I made that clear…” He said as he pushed the envelope back at Bucky and looked over at Rhodie. Rhodie turned and pretended to be deep in conversation with someone and you smirked as the people he chose were Wanda and Vision; who were very much in their own private world. “Apparently I need to shoot the messenger on that one.” The few people around you who were listening in laughed as Tony crouched down in front of the two of you. “Look, I was wrong in the way I went about doing this. I can’t say that I am sorry because… well… it’s me, and if I hadn’t done it this way, I don’t think we could have gotten you to come.

I can say thank you for giving me; for giving all of us another chance. Mainly me though… we need you both. And I will say that since you two are both closer to Cap, and since the mister half of the soon-to-be Barnes’ family has already sided with him in our War, I am delegating you two to Cap. Any missions you take will be lead by him and if we need the man power, I won’t demand it from you, I will ask him to ask you.”

“And…?” Natasha called out. Tony groaned as he rolled not just his eyes, but his head too.

“Aaannnd, as a thank you for everything you have done and an apology for all the shit I have put you through… I’m going to pay for your wedding and honeymoon… All of it… Because it’s gunna be a party and I like parties. OK, good talk.” Your jaw dropped as he simply got up and walked away.

“Wait…wha…”

“Did we just go from planning to get married, alone, on a beach to having Tony Stark pay for our wedding?” Bucky asked you half in German and half in Romanian. You heard Natasha crack up laughing at his brain’s slight short circuit as you looked over at him equally as shocked.

“What just happened?” Bucky shook his head as he looked at the envelope in his hand before looking up at you. His head continued to shake as his mouth opened and closed a couple times.

“I don’t… really… know.” You huffed a laugh as he put the envelope back in your backpack and pulled you into his side.

“There’s something you don’t see every day. The two of them speechless.” Sam teased as Bucky laced his fingers with yours so he could fiddle with your ring again. As normal conversation picked up in the jet, you laid your head against Bucky’s chest with a smile.

“See, everything worked out great. I told you I got you.” You said softly once your head cleared as you looked up at him. He raised his eyebrow at you and ‘mmhmm’ed.

“Sure you did, doll.”

#Bucky x Reader #I Got You

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sunnycityshadypeople · 6 years ago

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Defining Heartbreak: The Friendzone

I felt like writing and I guess could be a place to put it as it’s my only social media account where I have a bit more anonymity. I feel hung over as fuck today, but noticed when I was articulating some deeper thoughts with someone that instantly felt better - so here goes with a story not of woe is me, but of the discovery I made about myself Unrequited love over the years has reared it’s head a couple times. In my early twenties, a guy I met online on Gaydar (is that site still a thing) - became a friend. I was actually his first gay friend and we hung out a lot. We both went ot the same university and had one class that we both had in common - despite studying different degrees. I thought he was super cute, intelligent and a catch - he had a certain confident swagger about him. Nothing sexual ever happened between us. He then went overseas to live in France for a year - studying at the same university that the recently departed Kofi Annan. Fast forward a year and over that time of missing him, I realised I had feelings for him and the cliche of distance only making the heart grow fonder certainly rung true. When he finally returned to Australia, I was so happy to see him and a bunch of us hit the town together. A friend brought his rather cute pal along and joined me and my crush on a night out. As it turns out, my friend’s cute pal ended up hooking up with my crush. In a tree. IN A FUCKING TREE.

I was crushed. Like *spoiler alert* Captain America watching his best mate Bucky die or Tony Stark seeing a fading spiderman begging him not to go. Yeah I was in my early 20s but it was defining moment of heartbreak.

I dont remember how long after but I was moping around at my brother’s place and my sister was there. She saw me dejected and withdrawn, asking me ‘what’s wrong?’ - I left out the front door and sat on the balcony and ugly cried. And not the ugly crying I did when KFC stopped selling hot and spicy chicken, this was far far worse. And a defining moment of heartbreak. Sidebar: I’ve always been a bit of a philosphical existentialist - mainly due to the the movie ‘The Matrix’. The nature of reality fascinates me. When I was 18, the philosphical book ‘The Celestine Prophecy’ came into my life... I actually ‘found’ the book on the street (I kid you not!) and it changed my life and the way I think abnd that’s where the true existentialist in me had an awakening. anyways. I’ve always been an introspective soul -- something perhaps most people I know don’t realise. The cyclic nature of life (ok picture me holding my laptop up ala the Lion King pose as we sing the Circle of Life) - means that sometimes it feels like things repeat themselves. I sometimes forget about the lessons that we need to learn and of course it came from another defining moment of heartbreak - this time in my mid 30′s. I’d started chatting to this guy on a dating app mid 2016. I thought he was super cute, intelligent and a catch - he had a certain confident swagger about him. Feeling a sense of De ja vu? No,it’s not a glitch in the matrix. I tend to have a long lead time before I meet anyone online (I’m sure there’s a basis of fear of rejection in there but really are you that surprise after hearing that fucking sob story before!?) Anyways, we ran into each other at the gym and that was the first time we met. We hung out a few times, and certainly these felt like dates. We had a lot in common (and a lot in difference too), laughed alot and he was probably the first guy in a long time I met whose personality I loved. He was witty at time cutting, his text game was super strong - but I’d usually own him face to face. We’d spend our days jibing at each other trying to insult each other with memes (because Memes are life, right!?). One time I was chatting to him via text - describing a guy I used to like and how this dude and I had a lot common, was super nice... he replied to me ‘Kinda like us really?’ AND WHOA hold up this could be a romantasiced re-telling of my overthinking interpretation of a message - but that was sliding doors moment that would lead me to my next defining heartbreak. I should have taken the bait. But I was scared. My absolute fear of rejection was scared to just tell this dude I like him - even if I was misconstrued in that message. I do prefer voice messages over text because tone is a hard mother fucker to judge - thank god for emojis and ifs but still - just press that record button on whatsapp (He didnt’ like voice messages as he thought they were lazy) whereas I like to really convey my meaning.

Unless that meaning is ‘cue Madonna’ “IM CRAAAAZY FOR YOU TOUCH ME ONCE and you’ll know it’s truuuuue I never wanted anyone like this it’s all brand new... you’ll feel it in my kiss, you’ll feel it in my touch because I’m crazy for you - touch me once and you’ll know its’ true’

Anyways sorry about that Australian Idol gone Karaoke wrong moment. If you’ve fallen asleep reading this, you can thank me for the cure to insomnia later. Ok, cut to the chase Jimbo - fast forward a year and half of being friends with someone you secretly love. I use the term’ secretly’ loosely - because OMG was I just coming across as the love sick despo girl - random presents in his mailbox, being the nicest most supportive, generous friend - because hey, maybe he’ll come around if I kill him with kindness. There’s an excellent article on being in the friendzone you should read by the way - I’ll talk about that later. I’m not going to go into details out of respect for this guy, but I knew inherently and the truth of the matter was no matter what I did or who I was - he was still on his Rupaul ‘can’t love nobody unless you love yourself’ journey. So the harsh reality, and the ‘hes just not that into you’ vibes as espoused by Oprah back in the day meant this defining heartbreak was a bit different to the first. I knew it was too far into the friendzone (never say never, but yeah let’s be real).. if it’s in the friendzone, they have to give you something that’ll finally get you into the endzone. Anyways, I’d do anything for this guy. Despite actually rationally speaking he didn’t tick some major core values for me. It’s funny how attraction works. A close friend who is a counsellor told me about ‘attachment styles’ (look it up, I wont digress more than I already have) - but essentially I was a major victim (of my own doing, because people don’t cause us to feel - we cause us to feel - think about that for a sec).. I was a major victim of treat em mean keep em keen. And I kept coming back for more. I even tried weening myself off him by disengaging and that was great, but then we re-engaged. His was of re-engaging was sending me a message that said ‘Welfare Check’. If it was me, I’d be like ‘Hey dude, I miss you! whats up!?’ The last time we saw each other was almost 2 months ago - nothing dramatic went down, but after not seeing the guy for a few weeks - he could only afford me about 40 minutes of his time. It was a pleasant catch up but neither of us have communicated since. He’s stubborn and I’m stubborn too. But ulimately, it’s not healthy for me to love someone who doesn’t know what to do with my love. And I look back at my own behaviour and do a major eyeroll because I really should save that stuff for someone who likes me back. That article I mentioned above - which I’ll post the link to - had a very simple suggestion and rule to avoid unrequited love and being in the friendzone. Only like somone who likes you back. OH MY FUCKING GOD REGINA YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME THAT A YEAR AND A HALF AGO! Anyways, I’ve had some amazing dates and met a couple awesome guys (there’s still a them of them not living in the same city as me but hey I can deal with that for the moment). I have a lot of love in my life and the love I give is welcomed and I’m not feeling like I’m being treated as an afterthought. I emphasis ‘feeling’ because the truth is, I may not be an afterthought to him. But actions do speak louder than words, and his inaction has spoken to me. That’s cool. My love will always be there. But in defining heartbreak, I defined myself and thank you for reading this I’d like to thank the academy and you for being you. You are loved.

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Chapter 7: Kiss Me Slowly (Spider-boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

UES - Upper East Side

I apologize for the short chapter Xx.

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

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“Helena, what is so important that you had to drag me all the way from the penthouse to Central Park? I’m not in the mood to sit around by the gothic bridge. ” Y/n grumbles.

“Mr. Stark instructed me to, Miss Y/n. He doesn’t like it when you’re being a sloth.” Helena replies.

“I’m sorry if I want to rest after class, didn’t know it’s against the rules.” You roll your eyes fixing your coat.

“You know your mother hates it when you roll your eyes, very unladylike, she says.” Helena reminds you.

“Well, it’s a good thing she lives in France so she doesn’t get to see me.” You retort.

“She’ll be here for your birthday this Saturday along with Miss Eloise.” Helena clarifies.

“Of course she’ll be here. It’s a social gathering, who wouldn’t want to see the French designer and socialite? She just misses New York and hates the fact that I live with my dad in the penthouse apartment she bought for herself. Their break up was such a mess.” Y/n sighs.

“They are happier when they’re apart.” Helena responds.

“They are and thank goodness for that. I hate it when they’re together, they always use me as their object to pick on, controlling my every move when they know that I am a liberated New York teenage girl by heart.” Y/n smiles at the statement she just made.

Upon nearing the Gothic bridge in Central Park, y/n notices the familiar Brunette-haired teenager standing by her favorite spot.

“Mr. Parker might have told me to bring you here.” Helena smiles at you.

“Peter?” You start.

Peter reacts to your voice and you notice his swollen black eye.

“Oh my god, what happened?” You ask, slowly caressing the injured area of his face.

“Flash and I got into a fight.” He answers.

“Flash really? Don’t you have Spidey senses to tell you whenever danger arises?” Y/n questions.

“I do, I just didn’t want to fight back. I kinda deserve it.” Peter sighs looking down on the ground.

“You kinda do.” I scrunch my face at him.

He looks at you with the same reaction before you could laugh.

“Come on, let’s go fix you up, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” You tell him, putting an arm around his shoulder.

“Helena, don’t tell dad about this okay?” You tell your helper who just nods her head.

Y/n and Peter are sitting on the couch as you tend to Peter’s swollen eye who in return flinches whenever you apply the ointment.

“Quit moving!” You grumble trying to point ointment on his wounded face.

“Ow! Try pressing your fingers gently then.” Peter responds.

“You’re such a baby, I’m not even pressing it hard enough.” Y/n dabs the rest of the ointment.

“I’m so not a baby, you’re just being harsh.” Peter mumbles.

“Wow, that’s definitely something a baby would say.” Y/n giggles, finishing with the ointment-rubbing.

“A baby doesn’t go around swinging from building to building and save people.” Peter retorts.

“A baby also doesn’t cry whenever Tony Stark gives him a highly-enhanced suit.” Y/n giggles.

“Hey, those were tears of joy.” Peter defends himself.

You just nod along as the two of you fall into silence.

“You’re good at this you know?” Peter tells Y/n.

“What? Putting ointment on people’s faces?” You retort.

Peter grabs your hand and interlocks his with yours.

“Peter...” You mumble.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n....” He interrupts you.

“You are an amazing girl, I know you’re going to do great things in life, I don’t.. I don’t deserve you. Your life is perfect as it is, you don’t need me to fill the void you think is present.” Peter continues.

“I know your friends set you up with another guy and I want you to be happy, Y/n. I can’t like you because someone might use you as a threat against me. You already have Mr. Stark as your dad and if they find out that Spiderman has a thing for you, who knows what they’ll do?” He adds.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? You didn’t want me to be used as bait? Peter, I can handle myself well. I don’t need you to tell me how perfect my life is because I know my privilege and I know the risks but you, you are something else, Peter Parker and I want to see New York with you, walk around Central Park to feed the ducks with you, and just be happy with you.. Is that too much to ask?” Y/n sighs.

“Well, what do you want me to do? Bring you with me as I swing through the city or maybe sit on top of a tall building to look at the New York skyline?” Peter asks as if it’s a ridiculous thing to consider.

“Yes! I do want that. I want to do the crazy things with you, Peter Parker, no matter how stupid or dangerous they sound.” You reply standing up from the couch.

“Mr. Stark will have me tortured if something happened to his precious daughter.” He replies.

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him. Trust me.” Y/n looks out the window to look at Central Park.

Peter does his spider web trick and grabs you by the waist causing you to fall on his lap, your eyes staring deeply into his.

“Is that the kind of crazy thing you want?” Peter asks.

“Something crazier than that Mr. Parker.” You laugh.

“Where do you want to go, princess?” He smirks at you.

“I know just the place.” You smile at him innocently.

“Don’t you just love looking at those flicking lights from the buildings and highways? It’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.” Y/n smiles at the New York skyline from the edge of the helipad at Stark Tower.

“Yeah.... So pretty.” Peter sighs, not looking at the skyline, but at the girl whom he thinks is the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

‘Mr. Stark wasn’t kidding when you told me Starks have good genes. His daughter certainly had the best of Mr. Stark and from someone French.’ Peter thinks to himself.

“Peter, you’re not even looking at the skyline.” Y/n interrupts Peter’s thoughts.

“I was! I was just- Your hair’s kinda messy let me fix that.” He pulls back your hair that was covering your face.

Peter grabs your face and kisses you, to your surprise and satisfaction. Y/n arms move around his neck, pulling him closer, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other caressing your hair. The two of you consumed by frustration after everything that has happened.

The kiss gets more intense as you feel his tongue begging for entrance but you try not to go along. Peter playfully pinching your side which causes you to gasp allowing him entrance. This goes on for a few minutes before you try to end it.

You pull away from the kiss and look down at your lap trying to hide the giddiness that you’re feeling.

“Can I ask you something?” Peter starts.

“What is it?” Y/n smiles at him weakly.

“What happened between you and Liz?” He asks.

“Do you want the short version or the totally dramatic yet completely accurate Gossip Girl-esque version?” Y/n inquires.

“The latter.” Peter chuckles lightly.

“Back in middle school when she was still at Spence, we were the best of friends. For everyone else, Liz was like Princess Caroline and I was just one of her handmaidens but Liz was like a sister to me, and I was to her.” You begin.

“In the summer just when we were about to go to the Upper School, I was seeing this guy from Browning and he would always visit me in our place. There was this one night wherein I thought I’d have a quiet night-in after shopping with Liz, it turns out she organized this big rager in our apartment and everyone was there and I decided to join in on the fun, one thing led to another, I was roofied. I was still a bit sane when I saw it in front of my very eyes, my so-called best friend was making out with the guy from Browning. I felt completely humiliated and I passed out. I woke up to my parents' screams and there was no way I could get out of it, the whole place was a mess, I tried telling them it wasn’t my fault, but they didn’t believe me when I told them it was Liz’s doing.” Y/n continues.

“So they sent me to France to live with my grandparents at Lyon for the whole summer. I tried contacting Liz and she never answered my texts or calls. Turns out she was just in Queens the whole time.” She sighs.

“So I uh.... I need to tell you something as well.” Peter tells you.

“Are you going to drop another truth bomb on me again, Parker?” You raise an eyebrow looking at him with a straight face.

“I uhhh... I asked Liz to homecoming.” He states.

“When uh... When did you.... ask her?” Y/n questions.

“Yesterday.” Peter answers.

“So are you just going to juggle us at the same time? Did you not listen to my story?” Y/n raises her voice.

“I did! I just... I want to let you know that after the dance, I won’t be talking to her anymore. I choose you.” Peter smiles at you.

“W-what?” You mutter.

“I wanted to tell you after our argument last Monday, It’s you I want.” Peter grins.

“You will not regret this, Peter Parker.” You sigh and pull him close to give him a light kiss.

“Do you want a hot dog?” Peter asks out of the blue.

You furrow your eyebrows at the random question Peter just asked.

“Um... yeah sure. No condiments though.” Y/n replies.

“You got it.” Peter jumps from where the edge of the tower.

You panic at the thought of Peter jumping but let out a sigh of relief once Y/n hears the sound of his spider webs.

‘Way to make a girl swoon, Peter Parker.’ Y/n thinks to herself.

Y/n’s phone vibrates to see a text from Ted Vanderbilt. Y/n completely forgot about him. Ted was awfully sweet and clearly one of the UES’s most eligible bachelor, but it’s way too early to say anything else.

Ted Vanderbilt: Hey Y/n, it’s Ted! I hope you don’t mind I asked for your number from Tina. Listen, I want to ask if you’re free Friday night? We have a lacrosse game and I just thought maybe you and your friends want to watch.

You: Hi Ted! I don’t mind at all. We’ll have to check our schedules but I’ll let you know if we’re free. Thanks for the invite!

Ted Vanderbilt: No problem! Hope to see you there. x

“Hey! What did I miss?” Peter appears out of nowhere much to your surprise.

“Oh my god!” Y/n panics a little.

“Sorry, it’s an old habit.” Peter laughs and sits beside you, handing you the hot dog you asked for.

“Nothing, I was just texting Tina... So did you pay for this?” Y/n asks eating the food.

“Nope.” Peter replies curtly.

“Wow, look at you going all bad but the blue sweater makes you look like a goody-goody.” Y/n giggles chewing on her food.

“Oh yeah? Would a goody-goody do this?” Peter hands you his food, grabs your arms, wraps them around his neck and before Y/n knows it, the two of you are swinging from one building to another.

“Hold on to our hot dogs.” Peter tells you.

You burst out laughing at the statement Peter just said and the exhilaration you’re feeling from the all the swinging.

“Don’t let me fall, Parker!” Y/n exclaims.

“Relax, I got you.” Peter chuckles.

He drops the two of you in an alley near Y/n’s apartment, both teenagers laughing from the excitement they had just gone through.

“I gotta say, that was the best thing I’ve ever experienced, and trust me, I’ve bungee-jumped twice. It was so amazing.” Y/n sighs.

“I’m glad I have someone to share this with... Nobody knows apart from You, Happy, Mr. Stark and Ned. I want it to stay that way.” Peter says, wrapping his arm around you, chewing on his food.

“This has been the best date I’ve ever had, Peter. Thank you.” Y/n smiles up at him.

“Same here.” Peter smiles back at you.

The two of you stop outside in front of Y/n apartment building. Y/n looks at the time and sees that it’s already 9:45 PM.

“I have to go.... I have homework.” You tell Peter.

“Yeah... Me too.” Peter replies.

You lean in to give him the sweetest kiss.

“We should do this again sometime.” Y/n says.

“Definitely.” Peter kisses you lightly before you head inside.

The moment the private elevator opens, your smile could not be hidden, the infatuation you have for the Brunette-haired boy from Queens is growing stronger than ever, and this time Liz isn’t present to ruin one perfect thing you want, Peter Parker.

“Had a good night, Miss Y/n?” Helena asks you as she passes by the foyer before heading to the laundry room.

“J'ai passé une nuit très incroyable.“ Y/n sighs.

“I have no idea what that means, but I’ll assume it went great.” Helena nods her head.

“I had an amazing night, Helena. Thank you.” Y/n smiles at her before heading upstairs to study.

Y/n wakes up to the sound of knocks on her window. You turn on your bedside lamp to see Peter hanging by your glass window. Y/n opens the window, feeling the New York City breeze and immediately regrets wearing a spaghetti-strap silk onesie.

“Peter, it’s 1 AM, what are you doing here?” Y/n asks.

“To do this.” Peter leans in to kiss you with every passion he could muster, his hands wrapped around your hair, yours caressing his face.

“Stay with me tonight.” You tell him, caressing his nose with yours ever so slightly.

“Okay.” he replies kissing you lightly once more.

You lead him into your room as the two of you lie down in comfortable silence. The two of you are facing one another, kissing every now and then.

“I missed you.” Peter says, pulling you closer to him.

“Same here, mon amour.” Y/n sighs.

“God I love it when you speak French anyway, goodnight.” He whispers.

You giggle before replying.

“Bonne nuit.”

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