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modernstoner · 3 years

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Princess| P.Parker

(a/n): Hola bitches, how’s your depressive life going? I made this because i had a dream about it last night, enjoy<3 (p.s i hate this omg its so horrible but try to enjoy)

Summary: Peter and the other meets the British Royal family.

Warning: fluff? idk

w/c: 1,541 (sorry)

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Everybody knows that The British Royal Family is one of the most powerful family’s out there. Even though, it’s the 21st century, they are still old fashioned people, still following the awful traditions.

“Do I look okay?” Steve asked the team for the 100th time.

Bucky rolled his eyes. "How many times do you ask this? You look alright expect for the tie.” He pointed out making Steve panic in return.

Steve never learned how to tie; Peggy always used to do it for him.

“Come on. I’ll help this grandpa.” Natasha said, motioning Steve to walk over to her.

All of the Avenger’s are in one of the most fanciest limo Tony owned. Everyone was in the car. Including; Peter Parker a.k.a spider-man.

It’s been a year after Peter revealed that he is spider-man to the whole world. Some people were mad since he was only 19 at the time.

Few minutes later, they arrived. The gates to the castle quickly opened, showing the big, tall, beautiful castle.

Avenger’s eyes widened and Steve was already starting to freak out even more. “Oh my god. I’m about the meet a Royal family!” He exclaimed.

Steve was over the moon when Tony told everyone they will be meeting the Royal family on Saturday.

But right at the moment, the Royal family was also freaking out. “(Y/n), sweetie! Are you do—” Your mothers words by interrupted by the sight of you walking down the stair.

“Oh, my sweet pumpkin. You look beautiful.” She always say that and you always feel flattered every time she says it.

“Mother, I think the dress is bit tight, don’t you think?” You asked her.

Your mother observed the dress. “I think it’s alright. Have you seen Elliot?”

Elliot, your younger brother with horrible anger issue and just happens to be one of the most arrogant people out there. He’s obviously going trough that teenage emo phase.

“Probably with father.” You sighed, the corset was bit too much. Your hair neatly styled into a bun.

Your mother walked up to you, letting few bits of hair fall. She kissed your temple. “Come get your father for me, would you?”

“Of course.” You said, grabbing a handful of your dress in order to help you walk. You figured he’s either in the garden or the library.

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“Steve, leave the poor tie alone.” Tony demanded Steve who was trying to loose the tie.

“It’s chocking me.” He groaned, frustrated and everyone ignored him.

“Mr. Stark, any idea why the Royal family wanted to meet us?” Peter walked faster so he can walk beside him.

“Who wouldn’t? We are amazing. Well, it’s mostly me.” Tony answered with his usual cocky smirk.

“Please, you guys are nothing without me.” Wanda remarked and gave Tony an innocent smile which he ignored.

All of them were walking towards the castle. The castle’s big shiny door slowly turning big as each step they took.

~*~

“Dad, why do I need to wear this awfully designed suit that makes me wanna kill myself?” Elliot bawled, standing next to you.

“Don’t be dramatic, Elliot.” Your father rolled his eye, looking at his suit to see if there is anything wrong with it.

Everyone was standing next to each other, waiting to greet The Avenger's. There were few professionally trained guards, just in case.

The door opened, showing the Avenger’s walking towards them. The men in black fancy suits (which Tony bought) and the women wearing one of the nicest dress out there. It was shorter than yours which you quite envied.

You were out here, wearing a dress probably made in the 1800′s. It was likely the dress is haunted by the owner.

“Welcome! Tony, nice to meet you again.” Your father went to shook his hand while you and Elliot were nervously and awkwardly standing next to each other.

“You’ve met my wife!”

“Of course, nice to see you again, Charlotte.”

“Hi, Tony.”

“I’m Thor. I’m a god.”

“You’re Captain America!”

There were lots of chatters and small talk. Elliot looked bored, as always until his eyes landed on Winter Soldier.

He nudged you with his elbow. “Look it’s my idol.” He whispered and you glanced at him. To be honest; he’s scary-looking.

Elliot went to fan girl over him. Bucky was obviously shocked that he had a fan but he was flattered. Elliot was rambling about how amazing the Winter Soldier is. (which he is not wrong).

You were out of the blue, standing there, playing with your fingers. Your eyes were on a certain young gentleman that seemed to be about your age.

Surprisingly, he looked back at you, making an eye contact. Iron man noticed you two staring and whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened, whispered back to Iron man.

The boy gave up, sighed and started to walk towards you making your knees go weak.

“H-Hi. I’m Penis P—No, I’m Peter, by the way.” He didn't know what to do so he bowed.

“We don’t do that here.” You said but it kinda came off as a harsh.

“Oh—right, sorry.” He immediately started to mentally slap himself.

“I’m (Y/n).” You leaned in to shake his hand.

“I know. Well, you’re the princess. Haha.” He saw the weird look you gave him. “O-Oh, I’m sorry, uhh—”

“Don’t apologise.” You smiled at him and it gave him millions of butterfly in his stomach. “So, you’re spider-man?”

This caught Peter’s attention.

“You know m-me?” He was stuttering so bad but he pretended to ignore the embarrassment he felt.

“Who doesn’t?” You laughed.

You two noticed how everyone was beginning to walk away to have some lunch. “Hey, you hungry?” He asked you.

“Not really. I ate a fat load of bacon in the morning.” You quickly shuts your mouth.

“Same. Well, since your not hungry, wanna ditch?” He raised his eyebrow at you.

You thought about it. Your mom and dad will be busy talking and probably won’t even notice spider-man and you gone.

“Alright but no funny business.” You joked, but half of you were not joking.

“Of course. Where is the garden?”

“At the back of the castle.”

“Can you run with that dress?”

“I’ll try.”

“Great.”

He grabbed your hand and ran. You and Peter were giggling and laughing while holding hands and running.

You have never ran in the castle and it felt amazing.

~*~

Peter slowly let go of your hand, looking around garden. He thought these kind of garden’s only exist in fairy tales. A big fountain in the middle, flowers, lots of them in a beautiful vibrant

“Do you come here often?” He asked you.

“Sometimes. I like to read here.” You replied, softly.

He smiled. “Can you swim?”

“You sure do ask a lot of question, don’t you?” You smirked as he rolled his eyes. Peter was now more comfortable around you.

“Answer my question, princess.” His voice was low due to all the running.

“Yes.” You answered, noticed how dirty your dress was but you didn’t care.

“Good.” He said before pushing you to the fountain. You squeaked, falling into the working fountain. This is one of the most craziest thing you have done but you didn’t care, you were finally having fun.

Peter was laughing his ass off and jumped into the fountain with you making a big splash.

“Peter! You and I are going to be in such big trouble!” You shouted because the fountain was making loud noise.

“What? I can’t hear you.” He shouted, obviously lying.

Your neat bun was now fallen and Peter couldn’t take his eyes off you. You looked so darn gorgeous in the sun that was shining your face.

“What?” You asked him, getting the attention of him.

He didn’t answer but leaned into you, lips almost touching. Your breath hitched, staring at his lips while he stared at yours.

“Hi.” You whispered softly.

“Hi.” He replied. You two ignored the everything around, just focusing on each other.

“Can I kiss you, princess?” Peter was secretly freaking out in the inside but he didn’t dared to show it to you.

“Yes.”

He nearly missed, his lips a tad too far left and his nose bumping against yours, but he persisted. His eyes were closed, like Tony had told him, but he could hear the crinkling of your smile as you manoeuvred your mouth into position, tilting your head so that your lips could meet his.

Your lips brushed his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could feel the warmth of your skin, and the taste of your lip gloss.

“Are you going to tell the Queen about this?” Bucky asked Elliot. Both of them were looking at Peter and you through the big window in Elliot’s room.

“Honestly, no. I’ll give my sister her moment and then later on make fun of her.” He answered.

“Oh my god. Elliot, you got to have one of the most amazing toilet to ever exist. I just took the best shit of my life.” Sam interrupted, walking out of his bathroom.

Elliot and Bucky ignored Sam, staring at Peter and you. “What you weirdos looking at—oh, wow. The spider is getting it.”

~*~

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retvenkos · 4 years

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teach // peter parker

The Avengers - Peter Parker x Platonic!Reader, fluff

You hated math.

You hated how every teacher who ever taught it said that it was common sense, and therefore easy, you hated how you could use the same formula and the same numbers three different times and get completely different numbers, you hated how none of it ever seemed to make sense. But most of all, you hated that, at parent teacher conferences, your math teacher looked at you like something to be pitied and said you had to get a tutor if you wanted to pass. What? Your teacher was incapable of teaching you, so she decided that it was easier to pass you off to someone else? Did she think you weren’t worth the effort?

You hated math. You hated the teacher. You hated the concepts. You hated stupid graph paper and overly expensive calculators.

But, try as you might, you couldn’t hate your tutor.

You wanted to be insulted that it was another student; another learner who had apparently mastered your worst enemy to the point where he was your only hope of passing. You wanted to look at him, in his nerdy sweaters and nervous handshakes, and tell him you didn’t need his help. That you didn’t need your teachers' pity, and you most definitely didn’t need his.

But then his voice cracked when he was describing how to solve matrices using the angular form, and you knew you couldn’t punish him.

It wasn’t his fault that he was tasked with you, and there was no way this awkward, stuttering mess was a part of some elaborate ruse that would make you look any more pathetic than you already were.

He was either getting extra credit for helping you (although you doubted he needed it) or he was getting service hours for National Honors Society - and as much as you hated being a charity case, you were in no position to refuse his help.

You also don’t think you could look yourself in the mirror if you made it seem like, in any way, you didn’t appreciate the time he put into a literal stranger. Once you had seen Peter Park’s big, sad eyes and got to know his sweet demeanor, you knew you wouldn’t be able to brush him off without your conscience disowning you.

It was your bleeding heart and apparent inability to do math that brought you to the school’s library after school every Tuesday and Thursday.

At the very least, you could say you got a friend out of your twice weekly trips. You also finished your homework, which was a plus; while you still had loads more work from other classes - some of which you hated, although not as bad as math - it was nice to finish some of it with a friend.

When was the last time you could say you had a study buddy?

You sat down at your usual table, situated in the back corner, and by the time you had pulled out your dogeared notebook and found a functional pencil, Peter had arrived, seemingly breathless.

You looked at his ruffled hair and his wrinkled sweater with a quizzical brow. You checked the time. He was 15 minutes later than usual. “Do you have a girlfriend I don’t know about, Peter?”

“What? No.”

He seemed genuinely confused, you’d give him that. Besides, as long as you had known Peter Parker, he had a crush on one girl, only, and unless he got the courage to go up to Liz Allan and confess his feelings, he was most definitely still single. That still didn’t explain his tardiness and disheveled appearance, though.

Peter seemed to realize what you were getting at and blushed scarlet. “I, uhh…” he stuttered as he tried to explain himself, pushing his hair down with one hand, “I was pushed in the hallway.”

“Ah,” you nodded and moved to change the subject, ignoring the fact that his explanation made more sense, in a sick, twisted way. “Well, I hope you're ready to teach binomial expansion, because I am completely lost.”

Peter gave himself a sort of shake before starting to explain what you had failed to learn in class. You noticed how he seemed more on edge, like he had been pumped with adrenaline moments before and was coming down from a high. It wasn’t like him; even at his most awkward, Peter always had a hold of his emotions. He had seemed more on edge, recently. Your mind strained to make some sort of connection, but there didn’t seem to be one.

“(Y/n)?”

You blinked to find Peter looking at you, his eyes wide.

“Sorry,” you muttered, pulling yourself out of your thoughts, “it’s been a long day.”

Peter hummed in agreement before getting back to the math. You would have to dissect him later. Right now, you had to focus on math. Especially since you had a test coming up.

The two of you slaved over your homework for an hour before you were interrupted by a booming voice, “What up, Penis Parker!” Flash Thompson walked up to your table, drumming his fingers against it. “What are you up to? Tutoring idiots so that you can afford new clothes? I’m sure Stark Industries has a dress code.”

Peter squirmed in his seat, his face set in an embarrassed grimace. “Can you just go?”

“I don’t know,” Flash smiled wickedly, clearly enjoying the moment, “can I?”

“You’re apparently incapable of being anything other than a massive prick,” you snapped, your anger boiling inside of you.

For a split-second, you saw a look of surprise flicker on Flash’s face before he smoothed it into a wide grin. “I didn’t know you had to have your lame friends fight your battles for you, Parker.”

“Go, Flash.” Peter’s voice was low and threatening; everyone at the table was taken aback by its dark intensity.

“Until we meet again,” Flash tried to keep his arrogant tone, but uneasiness slipped into his tone. He was gone without another word.

Peter looked down at the worksheets in front of him.

There was a moment of silence where you looked at him in awe.

“That was amazing, Peter!” Your voice bubbled into a laugh that shook your shoulders. Peter looked up at you, his eyes wide in their confusion. “You scared Flash! You’re going to have to teach me how you did that!”

You continued to laugh, and Peter’s expression softened into quiet joy. He chuckled a little to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah…”

"You have way more to teach me than math.”

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hufflepuffhollander · 5 years

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(requests currently closed) it’s blurb time!

In celebration of finishing my midterms...

I’ve been wanting to try one of these and I’m finally doin it! Send me a message with any number(s) of dialogue you want to see/or some strung together and I’ll turn it into the best blurb I can! Feel free to add anything extra to your request :)

Dialogue

1. “Babe, I’m trying to talk to you.” - “Do ya’ll hear somethin’?”

2. “H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.”

3. “Tell me one thing. Why wasn’t I enough? I loved you. Oh fuck, how I loved you. How I still love you.”

4. “I love you, even though you’re an idiot”

5. “Come on, you can sit on my lap until I finish,”

6. “Where did all these puppies come from?”

7. “Honestly, I think it’s impressive how badly I fucked up.”

8. “Now, I’m not saying that I hate you, all that I’m saying is that if you were on fire and there was water next to you, chances are I’d drink it”

9. “Are you the poster child for Hell these days?”

10. “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but I guess that failed.”

11. “Are you flirting with me?”-“You finally noticed?”

12. “Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

13. “no. the moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up.”

14. “Would you just shut up and listen to me for a second?”

15. “I can’t have this argument with you again.”

16. “Where have you been all my life?”

17. “You need to calm down”

18. it’s because i’m so attractive isn’t it?” “I say this. and I cannot stress this enough. I find you completely repulsive.”

19. “Alright Einstein, let’s see how you like it.”

20. “Seeing you between my legs is so hot.”

21. “I think we were a little too loud last night.”

22. “Bite your lip once more, I dare you”

23. “what you gonna do about it, stud?”

24. “god, I love your hands”

25. “Your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red after that little stunt.”

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light-up-shawn · 6 years

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very likely.

AN: Idk if I should call these headcannons or not because they’re much more detailed but they’re also way easier to write than in paragraph form. Well, that’s just me. Anyway, enjoy!

•you were up for anything

•anywhere your friends wanted to go, you were there

•you loved the feeling of of partying and letting loose

•it was so ~fun~

•all it took was one night, though.

•one night to change your view on things.

•walking home from a club that you’d used a fake id to get into, you got stabbed and mugged.

•the man stood and counted up all the money you had carried with you, smiling to himself.

•”looks like mommy and daddy got stacks !” He laughed.

•you just sat there on the ground grasping your arm in shock.

•just as he was about to walk away a red figure swooped in and knocked him over from behind.

•your eyes widened. It was Spider-Man. From YouTube !

•”how about you don’t steal money from innocent people and get a job just like everyone else ?” The masked hero asked.

•the guy got up and tried to fight him off.

•Spider-Man used his webs and tied his hands together. The mugger tried to run away.

•”oh silly me!”

•Spider-Man also webbed his feet together and called the police.

•”haha ! Looks like you got yourself in a sticky situation”

•you giggled from the ground.

•Spider-Man turned his head.

•”oh uh..sorry I didn’t remember I was saving someone. “

•you smiled.

•he ripped a piece of your dress from the bottom.

•you winced.

•not from pain. The dress was $100 from Fashion Nova.

•”oh I’m sorry. You’re bleeding a lot. I have to put some pressure on it.”

•you nodded.

•”still, i really liked this dress.”

•”understandable. It’s a beautiful dress. It looks even more beautiful on you.”

•you bashfully bowed your head.

•Spider-Man was more flirtier than the internet portrayed him.

•”Why thank you, Spider-Man.”

•”maybe I could provide a compensation for the dress. How much was it ?”

•”$100.”

•the eyes of the suit widened.

•”it’s okay. I’ll just buy another dress when my few paychecks come in.”

•After wrapping your arm up, he pulls you off the ground.

•”You made all that money yourself?”

•”yeah, I blew almost my entire paycheck on it. My mom got mad at me but it was so worth it.”

•you looked down.

•”well, not anymore.”

•he laughed.

•god, he had such a cute laugh.

•”Maybe i should escort you home.”

•”yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

•you told Spider-Man your address and you started walking.

•”so what’s it like being a hero?”

•”Suprisingly being a hero isn’t as fun as it seems.”

•”really? I’d assume you just swing around all day and web people to walls.”

•”Nah, I wake up, go to school, go to delmars, then go home. Anything in between is just me doing exactly what you described.”

•”so you actually have a life outside of saving others?”

•”yeah, just as you have a life outside of partying.”

•you laughed.

•”Hey, don’t you go to Midtown? When I’m making my afternoon rounds, I always see this girl who looks almost identical to you.”

•”yeah, I do. It’s a good school, the people around me are way too smart for me though. I feel stupid all the time.”

•”You seem so intelligent though.”

•”Still, I don’t compare to the other students. Like this one kid in bio, Peter Parker, he’s a genius.”

•a smile grew under Spider-Man’s mask.

•”is he ?”

•”yeah , his grades are brilliant. It doesn’t hurt that he’s funny. He’s also super cute. Literally perfect.”

•Peter was beaming.

•”You don’t care about that ,though. You don’t even know who he is.”

•”Wha- uh... no..I uh...I do know Peter Parker.”

•”Wait really ? So he wasn’t lying when he said he knew Spider-Man ?”

•”Nope! But hey, I do know that peter has been crushing on this girl in his bio class.”

•”Ha! And what are the chances it’s actually me? “ you ask as you and Spider-Man walk up to your house.

•”I’d say very likely. Have a good night.”

•”You too.”

•Spider-Man shot a web at the top of a building and pulled himself up as you waved goodbye.

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peterspideyy · 4 years

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sick baby

summary - peter is sick on your 1st anniversary, and is super upset that your not doing what he was planning to do. but, you go over to his house and spend the day with him.

warnings - may be some swearing, mainly fluff

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i feel disgusting

i don’t think i’m going into school today :(

i shouldn’t of ate that fish ned told me to eat last night, i’m honestly going to kill him

i had so many plans for us today as well, and i’m so sorry

call me please❤️

you woke up to peter texting you and that you had 7 missed calls from him. you didn’t bother texting him back, and decided to call him instead.

“ughh babeee.” peter groaned through the phone, making you frown at how weak he sounded.

“it’s okay pete. we can have our anniversary tomorrow.”

“i know, but it won’t be the same. i’m so so sorry love.” you could sense he was pouting behind the phone.

“it will be! actually i think i’m going to ditch school too, and then i can come and visit my baby for the day, does that sound good?”

there was a moment of silence, before peter groaned out in pain, making you laugh a bit.

“i take that as a yes? i’ll see you in a minute.”

“m’kay.” peter replied, before you ended the call with a ‘i love you.’ you grabbed some light snacks at your corner shop, before catching a taxi to peter’s apartment.

once you arrived at peters front door, you used your spare key to enter. you knew may wouldn’t be home, as she would probably be in work. once you called out peter’s name, you instantly heard him groan from his bedroom.

“hey pete, i’ve got some water and some light snacks. i think you need something to drink,” you spoke, before pulling the covers back to reveal a shirtless peter, “how do you look so handsome when your sick? i look like a potato when i get food poisoning!”

“you always look beautiful.”

“that’s just your sickness talking.” you teased, before he sighed and pulled you into his bed.

“i would kiss you right now, but i have sick in my mouth.”

“yeah, don’t do that.” you laughed, before snuggling into his chest.

eventually you both fell asleep in each other’s arms and enjoying each other’s warmth. you could get used to this.

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a/n

thanks for reading this! if you have any requests please send them to me!

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marvelimaginesyesplease · 5 years

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Stunned (Peter Parker x Reader) One Shot

“You’re not as cute as everyone says you are."

Peter’s mouth opened and closed a number of times, his flabbergasted expression was more than enough for you to have realized that you had stunned him.

Your pursed lips and eye roll as you strutted passed him had him stumbling after you, seemingly stupefied by your lack of surprise.

"S-seriously?!” He finally managed. “I finally reveal my identity to you and that’s the FIRST thing you say?!"

"Well-”, you shrugged, non chalante, continuing to walk backwards as you spoke to him. “You’re just a kid, which I’ve known for a while. Like, let’s be real, I’ve known you were 17 for like, weeks now."

"How?” He seemed stunned, hands raised in the air as if he questioned why you weren’t jaw dropped and wide eyed.

“Peter!” It was a laugh and you paused, hands finding their way to your hips. “You act like you’re 17; your voice still cracks when you get nervous, and you’re still a wee, tiny thing despite how physically demanding this job is. And your comedic banter with the bad guys?” You raised a brow. “Come on. You’re so obviously a teenager."

Thick brown brows dipped low. "You’re acting like you’re way older than me. You’re only eighteen Y/N."

"But-” You held up a finger as you spoke. “I’ve already graduated."

"Wha-?!” Peter groaned in frustration, gloved hands running through his hair as he exhaled quickly, his anger with you evident.

“You’re really annoying, you know that?” His finger was jutted out, pointing at you, as he stormed towards you.

A quick shrug of the shoulders and a tittering laugh had you spinning on your heel and walking away from him. “One year can make a huge difference Pete, sorry. You’re still writing exams and well I’m-” You gestured down to your uniform; a soft, pastel pink apron that was clinging to your hips. “Well I’m a working adult.”

A series of grunts escaped him, his disbelief evident. “Really? Really?” His hands moved wildly as he pointed at his uniform. “And I’m not? I’m not a working adult in a uniform?”

“Peter!” His named escaped you in a breathless laugh, your head tossed back. “Let it go! I said no to a date when you asked me as Spider Man, and I’m saying no to you as Peter! You’re too young for me-” You were stopped short when Peter suddenly tilted his head to scowl at you. A quick flick of the wrist and you watched, stupefied, as a small burst of web stretched across your lower ribcage.

A yelp escaped you when he suddenly wrenched you towards him. You swore your feet left the ground for a brief moment, and you gasped when you were suddenly pressed against him, his hands wrapped around your arms as he steadied you.

“Just one date, that’s all I ask.” His hair was ruffled, eyes scanning your face-pleading-as he awaited an answer.

You couldn’t help the grin that tore itself free. My Lord this boy was too cute.

“Just one.”

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haileygarciasunshine · 4 years

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Peter Parker Masterlist

Created: 05/03/20

Last Updated: 07/27/21

Untitled - You and your best friend Peter, finally have a moment as the tension snaps.

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Hidden - The reader is friends with Peter Parker not know he is the friendly neighborhood Spider-man.

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Getaway - The Avengers plan a mini vacation.

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The Equation - Tony calls a friend to help fight against a new villain.

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Maid in Manhattan - The reader works as a maid in a local New York Hotel.

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Warm Wishes - The reader had a bad day. Peter takes it upon himself to turn it around.

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Nothing Else Mattered - Just a steamy, making out fic with Peter Parker

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peterspideyy · 5 years

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three words

summary- you and peter share all your secrets and plans with each, you literally know each other better than yourselves. you always thought peter would tell you everything, until one day he didn’t

warnings- swearing, heartbreak, just your usual sad imagine

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“y/n, I’m sorry. peter’s going. I don’t think he will be coming back in a long time.”

ned’s words circled in your head as you tried to process what he said. peter’s going? no. how? yesterday he seemed fine. more than fine actually, he told you he loved you for the first time in your relationship. it was a massive step for you both. if he loved you, he would of mentioned something last night. but he didn’t, and it broke your heart.

see, yours and peters relationship was different. a good different. you told each other everything from your deepest secrets to what you had for breakfast that morning, what ever it was you told each other. you couldn’t believe he didn’t tell you about this. moving away is not something you forget.

without another thought you ran to peters apartment, ignoring neds calls to stop you. you had to see him and have all your unanswered questions finally answered. you needed the truth.

finally arriving, breathing heavily you scrambled to get your spare key of peter’s apartment out of your pocket. pulling out the silver key, you quickly unlocked the front door and ran in to be met with silence. not even may was here. maybe she was at work?

you saw a light shine in peters room making you run over to see peter packing clothes into a brown suitcase. you couldn’t help but let a loud sob escape your mouth, causing peter to sigh and meet your broken eyes.

you didn’t know what caused your heart to break more, peter packing or peter seeming so calm about it all.

“p-peter,” you whispered shaking your head as he carried on packing, “what are you doing? why are you packing? where are you going?”

peter sighed even heavier this time making you take a step back away from him. his harsh eyes met yours again causing your breath to quicken. he was so cold. you didn’t know why.

“mr stark wants to move the internship up north, so I’m moving with him.” he snapped, and carried on packing.

“when did you find out?”

“a month ago.”

“a m-month?”

he nodded simply making your blood boil. how could he be so naive and not tell you about this.

“how fucking dare you parker! how could you not mention this to me! we tell each other everything! you made me fall in love with you!”

“well, aren’t I fucking sorry?” sarcasm dripped from his lips, making you whimper.

“you should be sorry. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me, fucking ned had to tell me. you told your friend over your girlfriend!”

“I wish he didn’t tell you, as we wouldn’t be having this problem, would we?”

“if ned didn’t tell me, would you have told me about you moving?” your hands started to shake as you waited for him to answer.

“probably not, would of been easier to move away from you.”

you started to cry at this. the way he spoke made you scared, frightened. you shouldn’t feel this way towards your lover.

“does may know?”

“yes.”

“so you would of told everyone else apart from me?”

he nodded, making you cry even more. you pulled your hair in anger as he carried on packing not noticing your disheartened self.

“did you ever love me the same way I did?”

peter’s head snapped to meet your (colour) eyes once you said those words, and you are sure you saw his eyes soften into a chocolate colour but then it was quickly replaced by a black, coldness colour.

“no.”

that simple word made your stomach sink. it felt as if peter ripped your heart out and stood on it, causing it to break into millions of pieces. you felt nothing. taking a step back from the man you thought who loved you, you wiped away the tears that fell. you weren’t going to cry in front of him and show how weak you are, even if you felt as if you were going to collapse.

you looked at the necklace peter got you in his mirror. you remembered all the sweet things he told you that night when he gave it to you, and you felt sick thinking of what he said. back then he made butterflies explode, but now the butterflies are dead.

vigorously you ripped the necklace off, ignoring the pain you felt and threw it at him, causing it to hit him in the face. he didn’t blink though. he didn’t move a muscle.

“we’re over. when you come back don’t come crawling back to me. I feel so used peter. out of all my previous boyfriends who treated me like shit, I never thought you would be one of them. in fact your worse. goodbye peter parker, have a nice fucking life.”

with that you stormed out of the room where you and peter first told each other how you felt. you walked out of the room where you shared your first kiss. you walked out of the room where you had your first date. you walked out of the room where you studied for tests. you walked out from the love of your life.

as soon as you closed peters front door, you couldn’t help but let all your tears fall causing you to collapse and bury your head in your knees.

little did you know, peter was crying in his room for hating himself. he hated that he said all those horrible words to you. but, he knew it had to be done as he would despise the amount of distance towards you both. he would rather you hate him and be protected, than love him and be in danger.

“I love you.” he whispered, to his empty room.

“I hate you.” you whispered, to the empty hallway.

three words, with two totally different meanings.

three words, which made both of your hearts break.

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a/n

sorry for not posting in agesss! I have some fics lined up but send any requests you have please ;))

#peterparkerimagines #peterparker #tomhollandimagines #tomholland #peterparkeroneshots #peterparkerfluff #spidermanimagines #spiderman

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peterspideyy · 5 years

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fall

peter parker x reader

summary- you have a pretty bad fall in school, but your scared to tell peter as you know how stressed he is with balancing school and spiderman, but he soon finds out

warnings- fluff, may be some swearing

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you don’t know how you injured your arm. the only reason you could think of was when you fell in school as you were carrying books and folders, causing you to basically fall over thin air. luckily no one was around, except mj but you didn’t mind.

you must have took a pretty nice trip (sarcasm ofc), as you can’t help but wince in pain whenever you move it or try and pick anything up with your left arm. you want to go to the doctors, but you wanted to see if it got any better on it’s on.

it’s been a couple of weeks since your fall, and it’s gotten worse.

the problem is, you haven’t told your boyfriend peter.

peter is the best and the most adorable boyfriend you could ever wish for, he would literally give you the world if he could. but, he is a bit over protective, for god sake he is spiderman after all! but you know how stressed out he has been lately with fighting bad guys and school work, so you didn’t want him to focus on you when he had other important stuff. peter would probably disagree, and think your more important than any of that.

you knew peter would find out one day, but you hoped that he would find out once it was healing by it self. oh how wrong were you.

peter invited you and ned to come to his house just to chill, watch movies, build lego and maybe help him with spidey stuff, so of course you all agreed to meet after school.

“hey love.” peter smiled, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before saying hi to ned who teased you both saying he wanted a kiss too, making you and peter roll your eyes and laugh.

“I thought you could help me with my spiderman stuff if that’s alright, it’s just some things I need checking. then afterwards we could watch some movies.” peter smiled at you both, before inviting you into his room.

“yeah that’s fine pete.” you replied, ruffling his hair before following after him.

“hey, peter can I try on your mask again.” ned questioned, but soon squealing with excitement once peter threw the mask to him.

“y/n babe, could you get me that box please. it’s the one which says web fluid on.”

“yep.”

your smile once dropped as you noticed how big it was. you would need two arms for this. peter was definitely going to find out. you tried to mentally figure out if there was a way to hold the box with one arm, but you didn’t want to drop it so you just prepared yourself for a massive wave of pain. you picked the box up, immediately wincing as you walked over to peter, trying to hide how much it was hurting you in your face features. but, peter saw you trying to hide this and instantly grew anxious and confused.

“why are you in pain?” peter asked, making ned look at you and then peter and then you again.

oh god, might as well tell him.

“I fell, in school and I landed on my left arm. it’s fine though, it wil-“

“you fell?!”

“yes.”

“how long ago?”

“a week?”

“A WEEK!”

“maybe even 2 weeks?”

“2 WEEKS?” peter screeched, you knew his protective mode was coming in causing ned to look at him anxiously. you couldn’t actually see ned’s face through the mask, but you knew him too well to know what face he was pulling.

“have you been to the doctors?” ned asked, causing peter to look at you waiting for you to answer.

“no.”

“oh my god,” peter sighed, rubbing his hands through this chocolate curls, trying to calm himself down, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“I didn’t want to make you more stressed than you already are, I’m sorry love.”

“oh darling, please tell me next time you get hurt, you know I will always help you. you don’t need to worry about me getting more stressed, I only stress if your not okay. I just want you to be okay.” he placed his two arms on your shoulders gently and smiled, making you blush.

“thanks pete.”

you lean forward, hoping to meet his lips but he pulled away, making you frown.

“no more kisses until you go to the doctors, infact we will go now!” peter grabbed your right arm pulling you out of his room towards the front door.

“ugh okay, it will be fine though.” you whined, but peter ignored you telling ned they won’t be long.

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“your arm is pretty bad, you have bruised your muscles and you have a sprain, why didn’t you come sooner?” the doctor questioned, making peters eyes go wide and look at you.

“didn’t want to scare my boyfriend here!” you laughed, but peter didn’t.

“okay, I’ll give you soon pain meds and a bandage and after a few weeks it should be better. come back in five weeks for a checkup.” the doctor gave you slip, before saying bye to the couple.

“it will be fine,” peter mimicked your previous words, ”I can’t believe you babe.”

“I’m sorry love, I promise from now on I will tell you if I injure myself. can I have a kiss now? I have been to the doctors after all!” you smiled, giving him your best puppy eyes making him sigh smiling slightly. he was so in love with you and he couldn’t believe you where his.

“m’kay.’

leaning down to meet your soft lips, you couldn’t understand why you didn’t tell him sooner. but, you were happy he knew and so was he.

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a/n

I’m thinking I might start a series based of far from home, what do you all think? leave any requests below x

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light-up-shawn · 6 years

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flourish. - peter parker

genre: Uh fluff because it’s the start of a friendship.

warnings: none

words: 2,585

pairing(s): peterxreader (eventually)

Part: One

A/N: So flourish part One barely got any notes unfortunately and that really discouraged me. But I realized that I enjoy where this story is going and hopefully more people will see it as this series goes on plus I had a huge burst of inspiration this morning cbdcjd. Anyway, I know you probably came here for some good ole’ Peter and reader fluff or angst but what makes a series without exposition? It is a vital part of stories! Anyway, I kind of suck at dialogue and adjectives so please bear with me. If you have any Suggestions, Predictions, Questions, or Feedback, drop it in my ask. Alright, enjoy my loves!

"Y/N!"

You rush to the kitchen at the sound of your mother's voice.

You had been in Queens for two weeks. This week you would be meeting a few family members of your mom.

"Yeah?" you replied.

"I need you to do me a favor."

you nodded.

"I need you to go to the supermarket and pick up some pasta along with ground beef. I completely forgot that we needed it."

"I don't know where I'm going."

"Oh uh you just need to walk about 12 blocks east to the 71st street train station and there's a supermarket right there."

"12 BLOCKS?!"

"I guess take a bus if it's too far?" your mom said (it was more of a question, truthfully) before shuffling out of the house.

Your mom was going job hunting because it wouldn't be long before we were out of money for rent. Your aunt couldn't stress enough that she would cover it for as long as she could but your mom refused.

Your aunt was already at work and your mom was out looking for work You, however, were meant to walk the streets alone without any idea of where you were going. Knowing you, you'd get lost. Instead of going east, you'd probably go west. Instead of going to 71st street, you'd probably go to 61st street. Instead of walking 12 blocks, you'd probably walk 15.

But hey, you knew your mother would be very mad that you were too pussy to leave the house, so you had to woman up!

After taking a quick shower, you put on a tank top along with a pair of denim shorts and air force ones. You grabbed your keys, locked the door, and went on your way.

It was ridiculously hot outside and there was no way you would be walking 12 blocks anywhere. So you walked to the bus stop and felt around for your metro card only to realize your mother didn't supply you with one. It was VERY inconvenient that you had to walk to the market and back and you barely knew where you were going. But you already had that internal conflict 20 minutes ago so you continued your adventure to get some beef and pasta.

While you were walking, you took in your surroundings. Half of the reason being you wanted to make sure you were going the right way and if you weren't, you'd know your way back. The other half of the reason being that you wanted to be familiar with Queens as quickly as possible.

After about 5 blocks, you were near out of breath.

"God, I really need to start working out more."

Someone chuckled from behind you.

"Don't blame it on your body, blame it on the weather."

You turned around to see a girl who looked to be about your age with tan skin and wavy brown hair. She was wearing blue jeans, Nike slides, and a t-shirt that read "WHY BE RACIST, SEXIST, HOMOPHOBIC, OR TRANSPHOBIC WHEN YOU COULD JUST BE QUIET?".

"Upstate is hot but it definitely isn't as hot as it is down here." you said.

"As someone who's lived here all her life, you never really get used to it." she responded.

The two of you laughed until she reached her hand out.

"I'm Michelle but my friends call me MJ."

"Nice to meet you, MJ. My name is Y/N."

You grabbed her hand and shook it.

"So where are you off to, Y/N?"

"Some supermarket on 71st street."

"Today must be your lucky day because I have nothing better to do and will gladly come along with you to the market."

" This shall be an adventure!"

"An adventure, indeed."

The two of you walked side by side making small talk.

"So you aren't an NYC native?" MJ asked.

"I used to live in Buffalo before this. The area I lived in was very secluded and there definitely wasn't this many cars on our roads."

MJ chuckled.

"So how long are you out here for?"

"Uh, the rest of my life? Or until I want to leave I guess?"

"Oh, so you moved here? Why didn't you just say that?"

"The words didn't come to my mind i guess."

"What grade are you going to, Y/N?" Michelle changed the subject.

"I'm going to be a sophomore." You smiled a little while saying this. You were definitely excited to be in a new school. You were even more excited to hopefully break the routine you had started in

"Oh, me too! What school are you going to?"

"I think Midtown high. My mom was talking to me about it."

"I go there! That's cool, if you ever feel lonely, I'm a familiar face. If we end up getting the same lunch period, you're welcome to sit with me and my friends."

"Thank you, MJ. I'd really like that."

She smiled in response.

You noticed Michelle had one of those cute little backpacks that most people wore when going shopping.

"You don't happen to have any water, do you?"

"Never leave home without a bottle."

Mj pulled out a bottle of Poland Spring and handed it to you.

"So MJ, tell me more about Midtown High."

"It's a nice school for the most part. They have tons of extracurricular activities. Sports, Robotics, Chess, Dance, Drama, We have a decathlon team, and there's so much more." she explained.

"how are the people? Students and Teachers?"

"A majority of the people suck. That's for sure. But the teachers are good. The ones I've had were good. In my experience, the teachers seem to like the students with good grades. So i like to keep them tip top." she said.

"You're good in all subjects? Wow, I wish I could relate."

"I actually kind of suck at chemistry. But my friend Peter is really good at science and math and stuff. So if you ever need a tutor, I'll definitely get him to tutor you."

"Thank you, MJ. I appreciate it."

"It's no problem really. The stores just right across the street."

After the two of you checked out, you were a little sad you had to leave soon.

"Hey, do you wanna come over or something? My moms super nice and is making homemade pizza."

"That sounds great, let me just text my mom about it first."

MJ nodded.

"my mom says okay!" you announced.

"great! come along."

you follow behind her.

"what kind of toppings does your mom put on the pizza?"

"it depends. I think she bought pepperoni and we have sausage in the fridge so it's kind of up to you. She kind of lets me build it."

"I've never built a pizza before."

"There's a first time for everything." she smiled.

The two of you approached MJ's home. It was cute. It was made of brick, had a nice little garden at the sides, and the grass in the front was greenest you've ever seen.

MJ opened the door.

"MA!" she yelled.

Her mom came out of the kitchen. Her hair was up in a high puff with strands sticking out. You could see where MJ got her looks from.

"Hi, Michelle...and friend." her mom greeted.

"Hi, I'm Y/N."

"Nice to meet you. And nice to see Michelle brought a friend home for once."

"What can I say, I really broke out the charm." she joked.

"Okay well let's start on the pizza so we don't end up eating at 10pm." Mrs. Jones said.

The two of you made your way into the kitchen. There was a lump of pre-made dough and pepperoni and sausage along with some peppers. There was also pineapple.

"Let's get started."

MJ took the rolling pin and rolled it out. It was big enough to make at least eight slices.

"Bring the ladle over here so we can spread the sauce."

You brought the big spoon and took a scoop of tomato sauce and poured it around the pizza evenly, making sure there was enough sauce everywhere.

"pass the cheese, please." MJ ordered with a funny Italian accent.

You did as you were told and the two of you sprinkled the mozzarella cheese wherever the sauce was.

"Have you decided on a topping?"

"I'm in the mood for Pepperoni."

"Your wish is my command." MJ put the little pepperoni circled around the pizza and then put it in the oven.

"Now we wait."

MJ walked out of the kitchen and followed her to her room.

"Tell me more about your friends."

"They're both huge nerds and even huger losers but Peter and Ned are extremely intelligent. I'd never admit that to anyone but those guys are cool. We aren't the closest of friends but anyone would be lucky to be friends with. The two of them are super loyal and funny sometimes." she gushed.

"For someone who thinks they're such big losers and nerds, you seem to care a lot about them."

"I do. but never tell them that or i'll kill you." MJ said before turning to her phone.

"Let's play 21 questions." you suggested.

"Okay, I'll go first. What is the story of your life?" MJ asked.

"Basically, my dad left me and my mom because he sucks. I was homeschooled until freshman year and then i went to school and everyone sucked. One day i came home and my mom was all like 'I need a new environment'. That was code for Buffalo is Boring so we came to Queens where she was born and raised. And conveniently, her sister lives here. So we decided to split the rent and move on with our lives here. The end." You explained.

"Interesting. Sorry about your dad by the way. People suck sometimes."

"True. Anyway, Who would you most like to sit on a ten-hour flight with?"

"Probably Beyoncé. I love beyoncé. She's so soft-spoken and so talented and just so powerful overall." MJ said.

"Are you a bey stan in hiding?"

"Maybe so. What cause is worth dedicating your life to?" She asked.

"Helping people in any possible way. I'm so capable of it but I don't know how to use my capabilities for people in need, y'know?"

"I know the feeling all too well. There are so many people that need homes and help and care and I just feel like there's nothing I can do."

"Exactly. What should parents stop teaching their kids?" You asked.

"They should stop teaching that Activity A is for girls and Activity B is for Boys or that Outfit A is for girls and Outfit B is for boys. It's so ridiculous how much this mindset makes up our society. People get ridiculed and tortured every day because of the stupid things people in the past have made up."

"Oh my God, deadass. The world is so messed up man. People can just be minding their business and it tickles them the wrong way."

"Spot on. Is it okay to sacrifice one life for 10?"

"I wanna say yes but if i was in that position i know for a fact I wouldn't let a friend die."

"The question is so conflicting. I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if i let any number of people die so I'd be super sad either way."

"Is the convenience of technology worth the loss of privacy?"

"Oh for sure. Look at all the advancements technology gave us. Social Media, Wikipedia, E-books, Tony Stark, I can go on."

"Yeah, i think Oldheads are really the only people concerned with privacy. "

"okay uh, favorite-"

"before you go on i don't have any favorites except food, Genre of Music, Subject, and shirt."

"Yeah well, i was gonna ask what your favorite food is anyway."

"mhmm. my favorite food is Baked Ziti."

"I liked baked mac and cheese"

The two of you spent at least 20 minutes asking very random questions. You learned a lot about the girl you met today and she learned a lot about you.

"The pizza should be ready now." Mrs. Jones shouted from the hallway.

The two of you scrambled out of MJ's room eager to eat your creation.

The pie of pizza was placed in the middle of the table with two cups of fruit punch sitting next to each other. The cheese was glistening in the light and was missing a slice. You figured it was the fault of MJ's mother.

"Make sure to leave some for your father." Mrs.Jones said through chews before walking away.

You took a slice, took a big bite into it and spit it out seconds after.

"Too hot?" MJ knowingly asked.

"Way too hot."You replied.

You both laughed for what seemed like forever and soon enough the pizza was warm enough to eat.

You took a bite and the stretchy cheese got all over your chin.

"You got a lil-"

"Yeah I know" you giggled.

"Can i tell you something, Y/N?"

"Sure, anything."

"I don't make very many friends but I met you today and i really think that counts for something." MJ admitted.

"Same here. Thank you so much for inviting me here. I really appreciate it, you don't understand."

"I feel like this is the start of a beautiful friendship. Mark your calendar, sis !" MJ raised her glass. You did the same and took a sip, pinkies out.

You looked at the time and saw that it was a quarter to five.

"I should get going soon."

"I'll walk you home." MJ offered.

"Nah I live like five blocks away. I'll text you when i get home though."

"Okay bet. Just don't have a heat stroke or anything."MJ joked.

"It's funny now-"

You grabbed your ground beef from the fridge and your pasta from the counter and left.

"Bye, MJ! It was great meeting you! I hope to see you soon."

"Yeah, yeah. Just get out of my house, dude."

You laughed and stepped out of MJ's nice and air-conditioned home. You pulled the door shut and started your walk back to Your own apartment building.

Your phone rang. It was your mom.

"Yello!" you greeted.

"Hi, honey are you on your way back ?" Your mom asked.

"Yes, ma'am!"

"You didn't forget my ground beef and pasta?"

"No ma'am!"

"Okay! Get home, safe sweetheart!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

She hung up the phone right after.

It was less hot than before but way more humid. You were sweating like crazy and couldn't wait until you could get home and take a nice cold shower.

Soon enough, you were back home. You pushed your key into the door and walked inside.

"Hi, my love. How was your day?" Your mom greeted, kissing your cheek.

"Well, I had a great day, thank you for asking. The girl i texted you about is great. She's so smart and can draw so well. Uh, we seem to be interested in the same things and she's hella woke." You told your mom.

"Woke?"

"Yeah, she's super socially aware. Y'know, about social issues and stuff."

"got it. Tell me more about this girl."Your mom urged.

"She has really nice hair and it was in a ponytail. She looks really tired. Uh, she's really laid back and funny. We kind of just clicked. I think you'd like her. Oh and ! We made pizza together. It was spectacular. I should honestly be the next papa johns"

Your mother laughed.

"Well, she sounds very nice. You should invite her over one day."Your mom suggested.

"Sounds like a plan" you replied with a grin on your face.

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light-up-shawn · 6 years

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flourish.

words: 2,654

genre: none yet?

warnings: none

pairings: peter parker x reader (eventually)

A/N: hi! so this is my first series and i don't really know where I'm going with it. I’m trying to make this really good and realy special so I’m gonna spend a lot of time coming up with a sensible plot and pusblish a new part as soon as i can. I have really high hopes for this. With that being said, if you have any ideas or any suggestions or any predictions or any feedback, leave them in my ask . Also i think i’d do a taglist for this if people wanted? haha idk. Thank you so much for giving this a shot. I hope you enjoy!

People who have special abilities are quite rare.

Everyone seems to want special abilities though.

Imagine being able to manipulate minds.

Imagine being able to fly.

Imagine having super strength. or super hearing. or super speed.

Imagine being extremely clairvoyant.

Imagine being more than an average person.

You wanted nothing more than to be average.

As a baby, you would cause so much chaos. when you cried, you would destroy everything in the room, turning tables over, making light bulbs break. Every piece of furniture in the room would collapse.

Your mother was very patient with you. She wouldn't ever dream of giving you up over something you weren't able to control. Your father, however, left when you were 2. He couldn't stand the mess you made and he refused to deal with it. So he left, before you could really do anything on your own.

For years you wondered why all the little girls had daddies and you didn't. You only had your mommy. and you treated her quite bad until you were ten years old.

By that age, you were still causing accidental messes and your mother cleaned them up in a heartbeat. You questioned why she did all this for you, even when you were so horrible to her. She simply answered, "I'm your mother. it's my job".

Those words stuck with you and you were no longer unnecessarily mean to your mom. You insisted on helping her with every chance you got and in return, she told you stories of when you were younger, including your father leaving.

As you grew, you were able to conceal and control your powers. Those powers being the manipulation of the elements. With practice, you could set things on fire, create high winds, move water around without touching it, you could also cause avalanches and earthquakes. All of these were cool but you knew you were capable of more.

After being homeschooled for the entirety of elementary school through middle school your mom decided it was time you were around people. or at least have an opportunity to prove you wouldn't show your powers to the world accidentally. It was a big step and you can tell she was scared, but you went through it anyway.

You bought many new clothes and a new bag. Your mom made you do a lot of revisions because she thought you would be behind the other kids but you heard public school wasn't very effective, just very cheap. So you knew you'd be fine.

And that it was. You passed every one of your classes with flying colors. Nothing lower than an 85. You scored highest in your English and literature classes and lowest in your mathematics and science classes. Although you did rather well in your classes, you didn't make any friends. Most of it was your fault though since you were afraid of somehow exposing your powers. But you were acquainted with a few.

You being so unsocial caused people to pick on you. Nothing serious, just a few "she's boring and quiet so let's call her boring and quiet" jokes. You laughed them off but you secretly wanted to throw water in their face.

Near the end of the school year, you noticed your mother had a shift in her spirit. She wasn't very happy and you could sense that whenever you were near her. One night you asked her what was wrong and she simply said she wasn't happy in Buffalo and that she wanted to go away. She said it didn't feel right to spend the rest of her life in a place where she couldn't "flourish". You agreed with her and supported whatever she wanted to do especially since you weren't fond of Albany yourself. Your mom was so glad to hear that. Said she was planning on moving down to the city and you were overjoyed.

You asked her where in the city she wanted to go to and she said Manhattan but that was expensive. She suggested Queens, where she grew up. You didn't know or hear much about Queens but you didn't care. You really just wanted to be someplace new with new people and new experiences. Somewhere where, as your mother put it, you could flourish.

You continued going to school for the rest of the few months you were supposed to attend and went through the same daily routines that you did for the majority of the school year. Go to class and actually pay attention to the teachers while others would talk over them and be rude, eat lunch at the very far right of the cafeteria where everyone ate, get teased, then go home. As you went through the remaining time at your school, you listed things you wouldn't miss. Everything in your routine qualified.

Which is why at the end of the year, while everyone was making promises to keep in touch (although it didn't really matter because they would see each other over the summer or the next school year.), you were rushing home to pack for the move you would be making on July 17th to Queens, New York. Forest Hills, to be exact. Your mom had figured out that her sister had an apartment there with two empty bedrooms and decided that it would be financially better if we stayed with her instead of renting a new apartment or buying a new home and paying for it all by herself. Of course, she didn't have a job yet but what she did have was three months rent and that's all she would need.

You didn't know much about your aunt or any family on your mother's side but you knew your mom and aunt were very close before she moved upstate with your father.

Ah, your father a topic you've wanted to know more about for as long as you could wonder. You came to the conclusion that his side of the family carried the Z gene, as you like to call it. Which was basically your superpowers. But you wanted to know more about his side of the family and the people you were related to that were like you. You wanted a guide to help you control your powers. Your mom tried her best but she really didn't know what she was doing. She taught you breathing methods she had learned from others and took you to anger management for a year even though you didn't need it. When you were upset your hands would get really hot. Like boiling temperatures, so she wanted you to control that before you could hurt anyone. You were super grateful for her efforts.

One day, long after all your clothes were packed away in a suitcase, you were helping your mom pack all her clothes into a suitcase of her own. You asked her about your dad if he had any powers. She told you that he was the only one in his family without any powers and he was always insecure about it but she tried to make him feel at ease. It worked apparently, very well. That was until he had you. Every day was a constant reminder to him that he was a failure in his family, he was an outsider. He gave you up because he was threatened by a baby. It disgusted your mother. He left but said the reason was that he couldn't handle all the chaos you were creating but that wasn't true.

Your mom also told you as much as she could about superpowers from your dad side. Your great grandfather got experimented on by some sort of organization and gained powers. The gene became the dominant gene in all if his offspring and the offspring of his offspring and so on.

Deciding your mother probably had enough of someone who was no longer in her life, you asked about her side of the family and immediately her whole demeanor changed. She talked about her loving mother and father who moved out of the city when all siblings were grown enough to live on their own and about her younger brother and older sister who would annoy her to death but always have her back. She even talked about her cousins and aunts and uncles and family friends. It made you very happy knowing your mom had a good environment filled with good people growing up. It made you sad knowing that you haven't met a majority of them but your mother told you that it was good that we were moving to Queens for that reason. Your family was scattered all about the city and that they would love meeting you and getting to know you. You two spent the rest of the night talking about her childhood and you listened to her stories in admiration.

The day finally came where you would leave the tiny two bedroom home that you'd lived in for 15 years. All clothing and accessories were packed away in suitcases and all the furniture was packed away in a U-Haul truck. It was sad leaving the house for sentimental reasons of course but you were ready to move on and go to this new place where hopefully you'd make friends and flourish.

You hopped in the rented moving truck and started your seven-hour drive to Queens.

Your mom let you play music from your phone while she was driving and you put on one of your calmest playlists and drifted off into sleep.

She woke you up at a pitstop.

"How long was I out for?"

"Well, we have about an hour and a half left until we're in Forest Hills. So hurry up and pee so we can get McDonald's and be back on the road."

You did as she said and pee'd. When you got out of the bathroom you saw she was waiting in the truck with a bag of food.

You got in from the passenger side and your mom started up the truck again.

"Mom, we never really discussed my powers in NYC."

"What's there to discuss. Never use your powers in front of anyone. Those wretched Avengers are going around recruiting people causing mass hysteria."

"What if I really need to use them though? Like someone is in danger or something?"

"Then you help them. That's just good samaritan law, baby." she smiled

"Okay but what if the Avengers see me or something and they're all like 'oh my god this girl is so cool she has powers and she's probably more powerful than us and she's probably like ridiculously smart and ugh i just wanna be her when i grow up' then what?" you ask jokingly.

"Listen, babe, as much as the media paints them out to be the good ones, they aren't. Everywhere they go, they leave a big mess and they don't pay for any repairs or anything. They just expect the city to rebuild itself until it's time for another big fight. It isn't fair, hun." Your mom explains.

"Yeah but it's with good intentions. Maybe if the bad guy didn't do bad guy stuff then the Avengers wouldn't leave such a big mess."

"A mistake is only a mistake if you learn from it. You can't keep ruining peoples lives and not do anything about it. One of my closest High School friends died because of the Avengers. Good intentions or not, they don't care about the little guy. They make a mess, we clean it up-"

"I made messes all the time with my powers and you cleaned it up." you interrupted.

"Stop trying to be a smartass. They don't care about us. People are against them and with reason. I say let the police do their job."

"The Avengers wouldn't have to do what they do if the police did their job. They don't know what they're doing or how to do it. Those guys get trained for it. They stop the bad guys as best they can. We shouldn't discredit them."

Your mom sighed.

"This is just something you might be too young to understand."

That made your hands heat up a bit. Just because you were young didn't mean you were stupid.

The rest of the ride was spent listening to the music coming from your phone and singing along to some of the words.

When the view of buildings came into view you stared in awe at the beauty of it.

"I can't believe this is where I'm gonna live."

"Believe it, honey."

Soon enough you pulled up to an apartment building.

"This is it."

You were uncontrollably smiling. You couldn't conceal your excitement.

Your mom stepped out of the car and stretched her tired muscles. You did the same, you were excited to Nap all day but more excited to meet your aunt.

"I should give her a call and let-"your mom started

"Y/M/N!"

The two of you turn to the source of the call of your mothers name.

She was running down the street, arms wide open. Looks like it was someone familiar because my mom did the same action. The two crashed into a hug and muffled "i missed you's" escaped their mouths. When they pulled back it seemed as though your mom finally remembered you were there.

"Oh and this is my daughter, Y/N."

You smiled shyly at your aunt as she stared at you like you had five heads.

Before you even realize it she's running up to hug you. You stiffened then relaxed into the hug.

"hi, Y/n."

"hey, aunty."

the hug ended and your aunt announced it was time to go inside. A friend of hers volunteered to take furniture inside so once she was able to get a hold of him, a young guy on the really muscular side came out and helped take in four dressers and four nightstands. Your mom tipped the guys for their work and we went inside.

"Your place is beautiful. It's way better than we used to live." I commented.

"Aw thank you, sweetheart. I tried to fix it up for my new roommates."

"I'm sure it would've been fine either way. Thank you so much for this, you don't know how much I appreciate you doing this for us."

"It was no problem, really. This place is far too lonely without any company and i think you and Y/N would be a nice change."

you two beamed at her.

"Let me show you to your rooms."

She pointed you to the living area and the kitchen before taking you down a hallway with five doors.

At the very back of the hallway was your aunt's room, the door closest to your aunt's room on the left was the bathroom, and next to the bathroom was your room, across from your room was a storage closet and next to it was your mom's bedroom.

You walked into your room and stood there taking in your new surroundings. Your sheets were light blue with a white cavendish headboard. The walls were also a very light-blue, almost grey, color and the carpet was grey. There was a tv mounted on the wall and a closet on the far left of the room. You were so pleasantly surprised. Your new room was way different from the white walls and tiny twin bed you had in your old house.

When you were done gawking at your living space you went to go see your mom's room. The inside had beige sheets and beige walls and a beige headboard. It was all very beige but it looked so mature. You could see it on her face that she liked the room and that alone brought a smile to your face.

"I think I'm gonna like it here, Ma." You announced.

"Me too, baby. Me too."

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