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oneirataxiahiraeth · 2 years

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Spend the Night Away

Pairings : fem!reader x postNWH!peterparker

Warnings : swearing, fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of serious injuries, some fluff ig, some angst too ig, clit stimulation, p in v (unprotected(#wrapitordonttapit))

Word count : 4.6k

You let of out a soft sigh. You were tired, it was late, honestly you couldn't but feel just a bit disappointed. In yourself... in Peter... in general. You told yourself that the last time this happened, would truly be the last time. No more blood stained carpets, or scrubbing dried bloody finger prints of the windows and walls Peter used to come in.

Obviously you failed to passed the memo to your handsome neighbor who seemed to find you as his new outlet for help. He felt terrible, he truly truly did, but he couldn't help it. He was used to getting help. Used to having someone take care of him when him was unable to do it himself.

"You're uhm, you're good." You sniffled, throwing the last bloody tissue in the trash. Tonight was fairly easy. He only suffered from a few bruises and scrapes from his brawls out in New York City. It took you only an hour to properly clean and sanitize cut and wound, but he was very well behaved throughout it all. "With your healing and everything, you should be good by morning. I think... I really don't know how this whole thing works still." You sighed.

You found out about Peter being Spider-Man a few months ago. He entered your apartment by accident, injured and tired. So tired he didn't see how horrified you were in the corner of your apartment, eating your bowl of lucky charms while he took off his mask. Ever since he begged you to be quite about all of this, and you agreed. His first time coming to you with an injury was soon after. He was dinged up pretty bad, and nearly collapsed into your arms begging for help. You were a nursing student at NYU, and you had no issue helping him. That might you both spent the night of your living room floor.

"Uhm yeah, t-thank you, y/n." Peter hummed. You nodded, crossing your arms as you watched him take in his surroundings.

"What's wrong?" You asked leaning against the door frame.

"It's uhm, it's nothing really, I was just- nevermind it's stupid honestly." He shook his head and you frowned.

After some time of doing this you and Peter actually became friends. Every time he came over covering in blood and tears you felt your heart ache. You had of course been worried. Sometimes he hasn't ever been hurt, just simple nightmares that you got to hear about every once in a while. And through all the bad times, which happened to be way too often, there was the good. The pizza he'd bring for a late dinner and thank you's every now and again. The deli sandwiches from what he proclaimed 'the best bodega shop in all of queens', and the occasional pints of ice cream. But he made sure to get new flavors every time just for some diversity. And somewhere in all of those smiles and laughter you started feeling something. Something that branched off into a bajillion different feelings.

"Peter, you can talk to me, you know... I'm quite literally you're only friend." You sighed and he smiled.

"That's- true..." he chuckled. "I was just wondering if I could... maybe uhm... crash on your couch for the night?" He asked, nerves racking over him. You were possibly his only positive interaction of the day, everyday. When he was around you he felt safe, and happy, and like the world- his world wasn't collapsing around him. "I don't know, I just really would feel comfortable not being alone tonight."

"Of course you can stay, Peter." You nodded. Something in you screamed. Peter had stayed over before, but that was before you even looked at him the way you did. Before he made your skin tingle whenever you were near him... or thinking about him. That was before you spent your nights fantasizing about the guy who would come in to capture bugs crawling around your apartment, and changing lightbulbs for you whenever you needed.

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude or anything" he spoke up and you nodded.

"I'm sure," you smiled softly. "You can stay whenever you like, Peter, you know that." You sighed and he nodded.

"I know, I just... I don't know." He shrugged.

"Do you need a pillow? Blanket? Anything?" You asked and he shook his head. There was a Spider-Man blanket hung over the couch behind him, one he regularly teased you about, and soft pink throw pillows were enough to get him through the night.

"I'm good, y/n." He hummed. "Thank you..." he smiled to you and you nodded.

"Of course," you smiled. "I'm going to head to bed, uhm, you know you can eat whatever in the kitchen, and I have Netflix and Hulu And everything so if you want to watch anything you can go ahead." You added and he nodded.

"Goodnight, y/n."

"Goodnight, Pete."

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Peter sat with his hand behind him head, staring at the ceiling. His fingers tapping on his chest. Bare chest. He got hot while he waited for his sleep to take over.

He was tempted to just go home. It was right next door, and he could leave through the window so you wouldn't have to get up to lock the door. He wouldn't wake you, and he could find his own ways of lulling himself to sleep after he was in his own bed. Then he wouldn't have to sleep with this sharp spring from your couch stabbing into his sides. But in his own bed he wouldn't have this sort of comfort. This warmth of a smell that was you. He could only have this in your house, your couch, your blankets, and pillow, and even the floor.

You were laying in nearly the same position as Peter was in the next room. Unable to rest, a train of thoughts travel through your mind going millions of miles a second. It had been a good two hours since you said goodnight to Peter. Meaning you'd been laying here not getting a single ounce of sleep knowing how exhausted you were going to be in the morning.

You slid out of bed, in a thin tank top and just your underwear. You usually wore minimal clothes to bed, and if you had any clue that Peter was still awake you would've at least slid on some pajamas shorts. You're steps were quiet and careful to avoid all the creaky spots in the flooring as to not wake your guest. When you walked out of your room, you stopped immediately as his head turned immediately to you. The moonlight fresh on his face, illuminating all of his features in the most beautiful of ways.

"Did I wake you? I'm so sorry." You whispered.

"Nah, I haven't been able to sleep." He explained and you nodded.

"Me neither." You sighed. "It's too cold for my brain to focus on shutting down." You joked, and Peter scoffed.

"It's like a sauna out here." He spoke in response, "not to mention the spring that been stabbing me for the past 40 minutes." He sighed, sitting up from from couch.

"Shit, Pete, I'm so sorry." You suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment flooding through you.

"Hey, I've endured worse for longer, I'll be alright." He smiled, trying to ease your embarrassment. You let out a tiny sigh, already forgetting why you chose to come out of your room in the first place.

"Do you want to sleep with me?" You blurted. You're eyes going wide at the statement and how wrong it came out of your mouth. "I mean like, in the bed... with me. Do you want to sleep in the bed with me?" You corrected awkwardly. "There's no spring or anything, and you won't be as hot..." you cleared your throat before deciding it was time to shut up.

"I would love to sleep with you." Peter said, immediately closing his eyes as he went through the same realizations as you. "Not like that." He almost sounded disgusted, which he always aimed to fix. "I meant like, I'd like sleeping in the bed with you... not that I find the idea of sleeping with you romantically disgusting or anything but, I just know you meant... uhm... yeah." He shut himself up immediately. No further humiliation was needed by him continuing to speak.

You giggle softly at the ramblings, turning around to go back into your room. Peter sat, watching your moonlight silhouette as you disappeared into the darkness of your room. He followed shortly after, closing the door slowly behind him. You were already in the bed, waiting for him to join.

"It does feel really good in here." He let out a breath as the cool air touched his skin. He went to the other side of the bed, folding back the covers before sliding underneath them right next to you. You're bed wasn't that big, both of you had room, but no matter how you laid, you'd be touching. He felt your freezing cold skin, and you felt his strangely hot exterior.

"You're freezing." He chuckled, turning his head to face you and you shivered a bit, just to prove his point.

"I know. I don't get how you're not freezing either." You scoffed and he shrugged.

"Because I'm not a reptile disguised as a human girl." He joked and you fake gasped. "My blood runs warm."

"That was so mean." You exaggerated, smile formed on your lips. "I guess your kindness only applies when your in the suit." You humored, making him laugh. "I'm sure the world will be surprised when they learn that Spider-Man is an asshole who calls innocent women cold blooded reptiles." You scoffed, and he laughed.

"Oh I'm sure they'd have a field day." He agreed. "They already hate me for something I didn't do, why not give them a real reason." He joked, but part of you felt bad.

Peter told you about all his trials and challenges as Spider-Man. He told you about the spell that Dr.Strange cast to make the word forget him. About the friends and relationships he lost. His Aunt. Happy. Everything. Making a joke like that was a bit tone-deaf, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact he actually seemed to relax a bit more next to you every time he laughed.

"They hate an innocent man, because they're afraid, Peter. They fear what they don't know and Can't control. They fear what they do know and can't control even more." You tried to ease his mind with what you hoped to be wise words.

"You think I'm innocent?" He asked and you sighed.

"We had this talked already, Peter. I wouldn't let a murderer into my home. Especially if they were as pretty as you, I've watched all those Bundy Documentaries." You explained and he felt his cheeks go hot.

"You think I'm pretty?" He smiled wide, as he felt you're body stiffen.

"Well I uhm- I mean not like- I mean- yes." You finally cleared your throat and he nodded. "You are very uhm, pretty." You spoke, defeatedly.

Peter was smiling like a school girl talking to her long time crush. Part of him was even rejecting the urge to start squealing and kicking his feet in the air at the news. Of course, Peter had a bit of a crush on you as well. It had developed a few months ago. He came in, on the brink of consciousness, bleeding out of any and everywhere physically possible. He was ready to die. He was ready to not say goodbye to a single person he loved, and meet those who had already departed from him the second he closed his eyes for too long. Thankfully you were there. For him, everything was slow motion. For you it was hell. You moved the fastest you could possibly go, closing every wound, disinfecting everything, and hoping to god that Peter wouldn't die on your living room floor. Through all of it you stayed by him. You leaned against the couch, his head in your lap, stroking his blood soaked hair until he woke the next morning. You had tears staining your cheeks, and blood covering your hands and clothes. Your eyes were red and puffy, and a look of absolute exhaustion in your eyes. There was nothing he could do to thank you enough, but since that day his feelings for you began to feel like something a little more than what just a friend feels for another friend.

"I think you're really pretty too." He mentioned. Your heart sped up once again. Surely he meant it just to be kind. There was no way, he was meaning the compliment that she meant.

"I thought I was a cold blooded reptile?" You teased and he chuckled.

"I say stupid things around pretty girls sometimes" he mumbled, a bit more seriously than you expected.

After a few moments of silence Peter took in a deep breath.

"Thank you."

"For?" You asked and he sighed with a soft shrug.

"Everything. For not calling the cops the second I stepped in your place bloody and all Spider-Man-ish." He responded seriously and you huffed. "And for taking care of me even though I don't do anything to deserve it." He continued.

"I would never do that to you." You spoke, honestly. "I care about you, and I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize your safety after everything you've done for me and this ungrateful ass city."

"You..." he took in a breath before his big reveal. He didn't know why he wanted to say this now. Probably the darkness and the lack of light illuminating your face making it easier to tell his truth. He could tell if you were disgusted by his comments, or even half asleep. He was just talking... hoping that you would've kick him out. "You make me... feel safe... safe in a way that I haven't felt in so long." He confesses, and you stop breathing entirely.

"Peter-"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made it weird all of a sudden. But I just had to uhm... I had to tell you. Thank you. I don't have a lot of people left, and I've lost so much, and anytime I think about any hint of happiness I've had in the past few months has been you. So... thank you."

Before you could even think about it, your lips were on his. Your body leaning over to connect the flesh before you swiftly pulled away, slapping a hand over your mouth and sitting up, guilt flowing free through every vein in your body, circulating around, and worsening as time went on.

"I-I'm so sorry, I have no clue why I just did that, I feel like such an ass right now, holy shit." You covered your face with your hands as you tried getting yourself together.

Peter sat up besides you, still taken aback by the surprise. He wasn't upset by it... in fact, that simple little kiss affected him in ways you had no idea of. Those few seconds of physical connection felt like he was high on something that he'd recover from. He wanted it again.

"Hey, hey, hey," he spoke softly, taking your wrist and pulling your hands away from your face. You fought the actions but you weren't a match for his unparalleled strength. "You don't have to apologize." He assured. "I uhm... I liked it."

"You did?" You asked dumbly, causing him to chuckle.

"Can I- If you comfortable with it, can I kiss you?" He asked, hope in his voice as you felt one of the biggest reliefs lifted off your chest.

"Please." You sighed out.

Slowly, Peter neared your face, lips grazing over yours. He pressed his soft lips against yours, a soft moan leaving your lips at the contact. It started slow. Your lips moving together in a slow rhythm, molding into each other as if life depended on it. Then you felt his tongue swiping across your bottom lip, to which you granted permission. His tongue was powerful and overtaking as you quickly submitted to his dominance in the area. His hands releasing your wrist and moving to cup your face.

You had no issue allowing him to overpower you. It was a moment of lust and sheer will, you're body falling back into your pillows, with him wedging himself in between your bare legs, not breaking the kiss until the both of you were struggling to breath, on the verge of passing out.

"Is this okay?" Peter asked, slightly out of breath and you nodded. "I need words, y/n, I need to hear you tell me you're okay with this." He pleaded.

"I want this." You said in a near whisper. With that he connected you're lips once again, before you pushed him away. The moon shining in through the blinds creating white stripes along his face. You could see his confusion, and lust and how he was staring down at you waiting patiently for you to speak. "I don't want to be a distraction." You stated. His eyebrows furrowing for a moment, a saddening expression transferring front. "I don't want to be the rebound." You stated.

"You're not, I wouldn't do that to you. I wouldn't let myself do that to you."

"Promise?" You asked, hope for his honesty in your voice.

"I promise." He promised. "I owe you my life, and there's nothing I can do to expression my gratitude." He began. "But if you'd let me, I'd like to make you feel that way you make me feel." He spoke, and you felt chills run straight through your core.

"Say the words and I'm yours."

"I want you, y/n, in every way." Fuck.

"Take me."

Your lips connected once more, his body pressing a bit more weight onto yours. You could feel his loose bulge through the thin fabric of his pajama pants. He was pressed against your dampening core, legs stretched apart to accommodate Peters Body.

Your kisses were sloppy, and open mouths, and heavy breathing. Hands roaming all over his skin, getting the best possible feel of him as you could.

His hands traveled down your body, briefly grazing over your breasts, thumbs lightly flickering on the hard buds as he continued down your waist. His fingers played around the waist band of your panties, lips kissing along your jawline in that same sloppy fashion. His teeth nip and lips suck at every sensitive patch of skin on your neck that gained a reaction from you. Your heart was thumping a million miles an hour. You're mind still trying to process the fact that you were in the same position you fantasized about being in for the past few months. Totally in awe with the way his body was moving against your, and how he's barely ever touch you but you were already an eager panting mess for him.

"Can I touch you?" He mumbled against your skin earning a breathy barely audible 'yes' reply.

His fingers slipped past the band of your panties, fingers grazing down your slit coating themselves in your sticky arousal. Peters jaw dropped in slight awe at the amount of arousal you managed to produce, for him. His lips connected again with yours, softly and more intimate than the last time. His middle and ring finger pressed gently on your clit, sending a slight shock straight up your spine, you shivered into the kiss, moaning as he begin his movements in tiny circles.

Your breathing picking up as his fingers began rubbing your bundle of nerves faster and faster, causing slight breathlessness as you tried to continue kissing him. Your mouth propped open, letting out soft moans as your felt a familiar heat bubbling in your stomach. You hand traced down his arm, fingers resting lightly on his wrist as his fingers worked their delicate magic on your bundle of nerves.

"Does that feel good?" Peter asked softly and you nodded quickly.

"It's so good." You moaned, eyes shut, chasing after that quick high as he brought you closer. "gonna cum soon, please don't stop." His mouth watered at the desperation and lust in your voice. You hands wrapped around his wrist tightening as he speed up his fingers, feeling your legs try to closer around him while he kept them open. Your moans increasing in volume, which he tried to hush by pressing your lips together. This action only made you more feral, head falling back as your back began to arch off the bed. He fingers pressing harder down on your clit as he listen to your name roll off his tongue, completely mesmerized by the moment before he snapped back to reality.

"Shhh" he continued, pressing a kiss to your exposed neck. "Thin walls, baby." You caught your lip in between your teeth in attempts to muffle the noises. "Good girl." His breath on your skin sent you into a spiral of euphoric waves coursing through your body. Breaths heavy, and chest heaving up and down with a light break of sweat on the surface of your skin. "You sound so pretty right now." He moaned, pressing his lips to your jawline.

"Shhiittt." You hummed out, trying to make yourself seem like less of a mess than you were.

Peter stole his fingers away from you, causing you to pout before he stuck them in his mouth. Sucking off all of your juices with a moan. Your sweet taste dancing on his tongue, causing him to crave more than just a tiny taste of you.

"God, you taste so good." He moaned, pressing his hard on right into you still covered crotch. Your hands traveled down his body to the band of his pajamas pants. He stopped you just as fast as you begun, earning a look of confusion. "I uhm, As much as I would love that, I really want to feel you." He mentioned softly and part of you melted inside, you felt like orgasming all over again just from his presence.

"Are you sure? We can always-"

"I'm not going to last very long if we do that." He read your mind and you smiled. You nodded with completely understanding, pulling your head to press a kiss to his lips. He smiled down at you, and you're understanding gesture, still a bit in shock as to how he got here. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" He groaned, hands reaching into his own pants, pulling his hard on right out of its confinements.

"I could say the same, Parker." You sighed, feeling the movements as he pumped himself above you, preparing himself and hoping he would cum the second he pushed himself into you.

As you felt his tip pressing at your entrance you let out a shaky breath. The pressure and thickness of his tip making you pray to the higher powers that he'd be able to fit. Slowly and agonizingly he began sliding into you. The slickness from your arousal allowing him to go in smoothly. You're mouth falling open, as you let out a shaky moan. His length filling you to the absolute brim, not stopping until your hips were touching once again.

His eyes squeezed shut, trying to conduct himself from pounding straight into you as he felt your walls taking him in so tightly. Heavy breaths and strong personal will, and the need to fulfill this perfect moment keeping him at bay.

"Fuck your so big." You whined softly.

"You feel so good." He groaned, slowly rocking his body into yours earning a little squeak. "Is this okay?" He asked, carefully making sure you're fully adjusted.

"Fuck yes" you moaned, "can you go faster please?" Your voice so warm and sexy drive he couldn't help but fulfill every request. His hips pulled back, before moving straight back in at a quicker pace. He was holding himself up by his arms, gripping the sheet as he tried controlling himself from digging his nails straight into you. "Harder." You cried out and he obliged. You're head turned to the side, eye watering as the pleasure began to building in your stomach. You saw his hands clenching the fabrics under the two of you. Moonlight illuminating the veins popping out of his arms, sending chills straight to your core. You wanted him, all of him, you didn't want him holding back. "I can take it." You spoke, hand grazing his, as you looked back to his. Dazed and confused he looked down at you. Soft glow from the moonlight making it impossible to keep himself together.

"Can't hurt you." He mumbled, quick, and out of breath.

"Please fuck me harder, Peter." Your whined, pushing your hips back against his. "want it hard." You mumbled, and he snapped. His hips pulling out further than they hard been, before hitting against your body as he pushed all the way back in. You screamed at the pleasure, arms wrapping around him, as he began his brutal assault, loud moans and cursing leaving your lips.

He bent himself down on his elbows, setting a harder pace. One of his hands flew over to clasp your mouth, muffling the loud noises echoing through the walls.

After you body gave a shaking release, Peter followed suit. Body shivering as he shot his white hot strings of cum into your core. Your walls still squeezing him, just a bit tighter than before. He suddenly get light, relaxed, and even a bit happy. Chemicals of joy surfing through his mind waves, as he removed his hand from your lips, listening to your soft whimpers and high pitched whines.

"Fuck." You let out a breath as Peter slowly pulled out of your hot cunt, collapsing next to you on the mattress. Sweat layered on both of you bodies, now soaking up in the fabrics below.

"That was incredible." Peter huffed, letting out a steady stream of air through his lips. You rolled your body over, head resting on his chest as you laid on your side, hand going up to tap your fingers against his bare sweaty chest. You could practically hear his heartbeat, feeing the tiny thumps against your ear.

"I would make a joke about taking me to dinner, but I don't have the energy." You hummed, eyes fluttering open and closed, trying to stay alert. Peter chuckled, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

"We should get you to the bathroom, before you fall asleep right?" He double checked and you answered with an 'mhm' "am I going to have to carry you?" He meant as more of a threat. You hated being carried, seeing as anytime he tried carrying you, you ended being swung through the bare streets of New York. It made you sick nearly every time, and he would always make fun of you about it. Instead of shaking your head profusely and threatening to cutting out an organ of his, you just hummed another 'mhm'.

"Take a bath with me?" You spoke softly.

"Only because you asked so kindly" he teased, kissing your head once more before attempting to sit up.

"Aht aht ah" you stop him, keeping his back against the bed, locking your legs together so he couldn't get up. "nap first, then bath, promise." You hummed, allowing your eyes to finally shut.

Peter just smiled as he felt your fingers tapping on his chest ceasing their slow movements. Indicating you had already fallen victim to the sandman. He didn't bother trying to wake you again.

He just accepted his new role as personal pillow and went with it.

#wattpad #peter parker smut #peter parker #marvel smut #mcu imagine #peter parker x y/n #mcu!peter parker #post nwh #wrap it up #and they were roommates

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lightedwindows · 8 months

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Links to entire work, this is chapter 1 & 2. Story is complete, posting chapter 3 & 4 Tuesday or Wednesday.

Chapters: 2/11 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds Characters: Peter Parker, Happy Hogan, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds, Stephen Strange, Kate Bishop, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: directly post nwh, Grief and Loss, making it in new york city, Peter gets help to be an adult, grief fandom, consenting nearly 18 year olds have sex with each other Summary:

From day one, Peter tries and fails to live on his own. Michelle and Ned, from day twenty or so, are going to find Spider-man and help him. They will find each other. And love and friendship and doing it in New York City and catering and a cat!

#spiderman #mcu #spideychelle #post nwh #spiderman fic #mcu fic #spideychelle fic #post nwh fic

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fieldsofview · 8 months

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A little snippet from Ch 2 of my current WIP

This is my version of Gwen Stacy meeting a Post NWH, rather lonely, 22-year-old Peter Parker for the first time. That's all the context you get rn lol

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He pulls out his phone and snaps a picture before handing it back to her. “Sounds fun, and I’ve got nothing better to do on a Tuesday night. I’m Peter, by the way,” he says as he holds his hand out for her to shake.

“Gwen,” she says simply. She looks him up and down, briefly. “I think you’ll fit right in.”

“Oh?” He can’t help the surprise in his voice.

“Yep,” she pops the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

He waits, but she doesn’t elaborate, just watching him with an amused twinkle in her eye. Peter feels a bit like a bug under a microscope.

“Okay, short-stack, I really should skedaddle.” He pauses, looking her over, “Are you gonna be ok getting yourself home?”

She laughs again, “Oh don’t you worry, I can take care of myself.” With a skip in her step, she starts down the sidewalk, walking backward as she says, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Peter.” She then turns the corner and disappears from view, while Peter can hear her steps fading into the rest of the city’s soundscape.

Peter is left feeling, for all the world, like he’s on the outs of an inside joke.

#mcu peter parker #mcu spiderman #spiderman: no way home #post nwh #gwen stacy #fanfic WIP #I love her so much #their relationship in this fic ends up purely platonic #but she's just what he needs rn and he had no idea what he's getting himself into #peter parker #spiderman fic

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geminil0vr · 1 year

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waitress | peter parker

tldr: it's december 2024; post blip, post may, post everything, and peter seeks solace in a run-down coffee shop across the street.

word count: 1.3k

content: you’re a waitress in a coffee shop. slice of life, awkward smiles, burnt coffee, tired mcu peter.

This winter feels the coldest yet.

A sudden rush of warmth hits your face, long flushed by the cold, and the change in temperature sends a hot flash right up your spine. Making your way into the worse for wear coffee shop you've spent nearly every night in for the past four months, you're wrapped up in layers, and four minutes late. The overhead lights flicker delicately, tinkling in the quiet. You shouldn't really like Dave's, but you do. It's a way to live. Your way to live.

“Y/N. You're late!”

You pull off your gloves by the index and middle fingers, shoving them in your bag and warming your hands up in earnest, “I know, I know. Sorry, Dave.”

Your boss' eyes soften as you hurry behind the counter, shrugging your creased, fur-lined jacket off and unzipping your hoodie. He tilts his head and scrunches his nose, eyes creasing in the corners. He seems in a forgiving mood, or maybe it's just that now he's a little too fond of you to really scold you.

“Whatever. It's fine, doll,” Dave proceeds to eye the almost empty café, save the regular who likes to sit in the corner every night and gingerly sip a tall coffee for a good three hours. He's been idle company since you first started here. "Not like there's much of a 10PM rush anyway."

“Or any kind of rush.”

“Hey, Gina, what've I told you about mouthing off?” His New York accent thickens as he points a finger to his eldest niece, who's just about to come off her shift.

“Not to?” She smacks her gum and squints her eyes tauntingly, cocking her head to the side. Like this, they almost look the same.

You head to the back and toss your things on the bench, pulling off your sweater and stuffing your phone into the pocket of your faded jeans. If there's one good thing about this place, other than the quiet (when Dave and Gina aren't biting each other's heads off), it's the humidity. Maybe you come home smelling like coffee with a touch of bacon grease, but at least it's warm inside.

You tug down the sleeves of your top and roll out your shoulders. Deep breath, in, out.

It's an hour and a half later when Dave gives you the heads up that he'll be on his way home, Gina in tow, and throws you the keys. There's an easy sense of trust between the two of you these days.

It's another hour and a half later when you cast aside your book, Slaughterhouse-Five, to eye your watch and the man in the corner booth. Always, at exactly 1:10AM, he rises to leave. Places two dollars beneath his empty coffee cup. Shrugs on his coat. Nods you a goodbye, and he's gone. You give him a rather tired, vacant smile, too wrapped up in your wonderings to really see him. You've always preferred a concept to a stranger. You think about whether he goes to bed, or to a bar, or to work, or if he's some kind of entity who exists only to drink his tall coffee, leave his tip, shrug on his coat, and nod you goodbye. You sometimes convince yourself that you're only imagining him in some last-ditch attempt to feel less lonely. You eye the man, a silhouette as he makes his way past the stretch of windows of the café, and then he's gone. You wouldn't have noticed the ring of the bell if the sharp gust of cold that came along with it hadn't brought you back to your senses.

He can't be more than twenty, nineteen at the most, as he blows air into his hands and lets the door swing shut again, making his way towards the counter. You snap out of your reverie, shaking your head and blinking into action as you step off your stool to greet him at the cash register.

“Hi, hello,” you say, nearly too eager to greet a new customer, "What can I get you?"

“Hey, could I get a medium coffee, two cream, three sugars? Or, four, actually? Four sugars?” No more than eighteen: the break in his voice gives it away.

“Uh… yeah, of course. Having in, or...?”

He seems to hesitate, contemplating the sidewalks illuminated under dim streetlights, and then a booth against the windows. The choice is made, “Yeah, having in.”

“Okay, that all?”

He nods, lips drawn together in a tight smile.

“Alright, that'll be... 2.50, please.”

The boy rifles through a fraying wallet, dark-hair tousled from the wind. You eye a few droplets of water adorning the sleeves of his winter jacket.

“It still snowing out there?”

He lifts his head up, bewildered, brown eyes wide. He looks surprised to be spoken to. You falter, then raise your brows, pressing your lips together as he steadily hands you three dollars.

“Sorry?” The old-school register opens and you slip the cash in, slamming it shut with some resistance and dropping the change into his still-open palm.

“I asked if it was snowing out there, still.”

His head shoots to the right, scanning the street, until his eyes land back on you, “Oh, right, yeah. Yeah, a little bit.” He slips the change into his pocket, stuffing both his hands into his jacket and rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Not too bad, I hope,” you answer, giving him a soft smile and grabbing a cup below the counter, “You can go sit down, I'll bring it to you when it's ready.”

You struggle to focus on the pages of your book, finding yourself much more interested in eyeing the lonely, first-time customer of Dave's. It’s not a frequent occurrence. Instead, you sit up, tightening the strings of your apron and crossing your ankles against the stool. In lieu of staring down the pretty customer, your eyes find purchase out the windows and across the street. The spark of the coffee machine is what jolts you again, as you push yourself off the seat and hurry over to it just as it finishes dripping a jug of coffee. Steam billows from it dangerously and you rush to unplug it as it buzzes, hums violently and finally stops. The silence is taunting. You twist on your heels to see if the boy has noticed. His eyes dart away.

You smile grimly as you place a cardboard cup of coffee and two extra packets of sugar onto the table. The boy looks up at you and you twist your hands behind your back sheepishly; from here, with the yellowish flicker of the overhead light and the reflections from outside, you can really see him. The shades of purple beneath his eyes, the crease between his brows. He looks tired.

“So, um... sorry, what was your name?”

“I didn't say it,” He blinks and enters another internal battle with himself for a moment, before observing you again, “It's... Peter. My name is Peter,” he breathes out. In again. Steady.

“Well, Peter, I'm afraid the coffee is gonna have a bit of a...” You search desperately for a better term, and come up empty, “burnt... taste to it?”

“Burnt?” His voice cracks a little again, and he quirks a brow.

“I know you saw that machine almost burst into flames.”

“I...” He avoids your direct gaze, “I didn't want to—”

“It does that sometimes. And if I plug it back in it will actually set on fire so... this is the best I can do. The sugar might help with...”

“The burnt taste?”

He meets your eyes, and you both fight a smile, “Yeah.”

“Got it. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

And this is how it starts.

a/n: be gentle with me please. first time writing a fic in a while! it's short and hopeful and uneventful, and definitely not harry potter.

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baguettes

when peter is forgotten, you remember the things that truly make him. // inspired by this tweet

word count: 3,400

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a/n: hi hi friends !! here is a somewhat lengthy Peter fic ,, let me know what you guys think ! hope you’re all doing well <3 bold italics are memories !

You first met Peter while he carried four too many baguettes in his backpack and you had five too many books in hand and three too many bouquets of flowers in your tote bag.

In a feeble attempt to stop a man from crushing your flowers you backed up too quickly and crushed every single one of Peter’s baguettes, the impact causing you to drop your books on the floor.

“oh my god, im so sorry!” you spoke quickly, turning around to apologize to whoever you bumped into. You looked up at the other person, a boy around your age and very attractive. “I should've paid more attention, i’m sorry” you continued, your palms growing sweaty before you looked away from him and bent down to pick up your books.

After a second he bent down next to you, grabbing the rest of your books and handing them to you with a smile, “don't worry about it” he said. The pink on your cheeks could've been blamed on the summer sun, but Peter hoped he was the cause.

“but your bread” you frowned, Peter looked down at the now flat carbs, before looking at you and shrugging.

“I like my sandwiches squished flat, no harm done” he assured you with a shy smile. “your books are okay right?” he asked after a second and you nodded, eyes going wide before realized your flowers were in absolute misery.

“my flowers are fucked though” you spoke with a breathy laugh, the sound making Peters smile widen.

“I'll buy you new ones” he replied, catching himself after the fact and blushing, “If you want of course! I don't wanna seem pushy y’know because that'd be weird and we just met and uh” he cut himself off, “yeah” he finished, clearing his throat and looking at you.

You felt your heart contracting in your chest. How can someone so hot be this adorable? “only if its not a bother” you replied, a grin on your face as his face lit up.

“course not!” he spoke, staring to turn on his heel and motioning for you to follow him.

The second time you met Peter was the first day of fall semester in your Guitar heroes course. You were taking it for a cultural discussion credit and it was the highest rated professor you could find. Settling into your desk near the back you looked around, everyone had sat near the front or in the middle, it wasn't too packed and you were glad. Hopefully no one sat next to you and the semester would just smoothly sail by, for this class at least.

A minute before class started you heard the door open, not bothering to look up from your phone as you scrolled through your instagram feed. Peter immediately recognized you, how could he not when he hadn't stopped thinking of you?

After he'd bought you flowers he had received an alert from Karen that sam and Bucky needed his help with something and made some half assed excuse before leaving you alone with the most beautiful flowers you'd ever seen. Only after he finished did he realize he didn't get your name, let alone your number. And he’d left his baguettes at the compound.��

He didn't know what got into him as he walked up to you and sat in the seat next to you, waiting a second before speaking up.

“flower girl?” he asked, watching as your ears perked up and you tore your vision away from your phone.

“baguette boy?” you smiled widely, “oh my god hi!” Peters heart raced as you smiled brightly at him. “did you find your dog?” you asked, concern evident in your voice.

what

The confusion on Peters face must've been obvious since you continued to explain, “your dog, bucky? you said you had to leave because he ran away.”

Peter then realized how bad of a liar he was and just how sweet and caring you were.

“oh bucky! yeah we found him he's fine now” he assured you, his gaze softening as your eyes crinkled with a smile, “I'm glad” you whispered as the professor began to talk.

neither of you talked much during lecture, only when you had both finished packing your things in your backpacks did you speak up.

“do you have a class after this one?” you asked and Peter shook his head, “you?” the shaking of your head made Peter grow giddy.

“I still owe you for the baguettes” you stated after a moment of silence as you walked out of the classroom. Peter looked at you, a grin on his face as he began to protest. “I know this great sandwich place and they make them real flat! you'll love it!” you fought back.

Peter didn’t know if it was the warm summer wind or the fact that you had remembered such an off handed comment about him that caused his chest to feel warm. He couldn’t fight the smile on his face even if he tried, so he didn’t.

For the first time in months, Peter Parker was letting himself indulge in the idea of moving forward.

It became almost routine for the two of you to grab a late lunch after your guitar heroes class, heading to whatever cafe was just off campus or the sandwich shop you had first taken him to which he absolutely loved but he was not going to tell you that. You would make small talk while walking there, light laughter filling the open air as the two of you discussed the previous day. After a couple hours the two of you would part ways, getting on different buses and texting each other when you were both home safely. Which inevitably led to texting each other all afternoon and all night until one of you fell asleep.

“oh i found this really nice cafe a couple blocks down, you wanna head there?” you asked, eyes focused on placing your folder into your backpack, zipping it up before looking up at peter who was already standing.

“how many blocks is a couple? last time you had us walk almost 40 minutes” peter grumbled, making you smile as you stood up, slinging the backpack over your shoulder and walking out of the row.

“it’s a 15 minute walk” you replied, both of you walking together down the steps and out of the lecture hall, “i know you said you had an internship thing later today so i won’t keep you for long.”

Peter’s eyes went wide, you remembered that? He had brought it up two weeks ago and hadn’t mentioned it since and you actually remembered?

“o-oh yeah, i thought you didn’t remember that” he spoke, pink dusting his cheeks as he looked at you before quickly glancing away.

“‘course i remember! and also- never mind you’ll see when we get there” you smiled, picking up your pace and urging peter to follow quickly.

“when’s your birthday by the way?” You asked, peter answered easily, “august 10th, already passed” he didn’t miss the frown that formed on your face.

“what we’re you gonna bake me a cake?” he teased and you blushed, shoving him softly. Peter noticed the way you held onto his shirt as you shoved him, careful to not let him fall over or into the street.

“no! i was gonna buy you a cake, big difference I’ll have you know” a huff leaving your nose before breaking out into a small grin. Peter couldn’t help but smile along with you, taking in every moment with you in case it was his last.

“okay here it is!” You spoke up after a couple minutes, walking in with peter in tow and telling him to grab a booth for the two of you.

Peter slid into the booth and scrolled through social media, the temptation to check his old friends feed itched at his thumbs.

No one remembered him. No cared about him anymore. The feeling of isolation loomed over peter as his thoughts began to consume him. This was a mistake, getting closer to you was a bad idea. He almost got up to leave when your voice pulled him out of his haze.

“ta-da! cherry pie!” you exclaimed brightly, smiling ear to ear as you placed the slice of warm pie infront of your now gloomy friend.

“cherry pie?” Peter looked at you quizzically, “you were excited about some cherry pie?” his comment made you roll your eyes.

“oh no, i personally hate cherry pie, apply pie is much better” you began, fighting the smile the played on your lips as you took in peters offended expression.

“however! you told me the other day you missed your aunt Mays cherry pie so i stayed up last night finding out the best place to get cherry pie near campus and here we are!”

Peter almost broke down into tears when you finished talking. You remembered such small things about him, it always made him feel so loved and cared for.

“thanks y/n, i- honestly i really needed this, you’re the best” he smiled, wether you saw his glassy eyes or not, he was glad you only smiled brightly and urged him to eat.

After the first month of classes you and Peter surpassed hanging out only after class and began to meet even on days you didn’t have class together. Meeting up with each other on campus and studying together in the library study rooms, exploring new places off campus and sometimes heading to each others apartments. It was small moments between the two of you that he cherished most.

“right twix is just better! I don’t know how they do it” peter remarked and you scoffed. “the propaganda has gotten to you parker, didn’t think you’d fall so easily” your head shook in shame as he flicked your bicep.

The bag of Twix sat on Peter’s nightstand, in bold red letters on the packaging, ‘RIGHT TWIX ONLY BAG.’ Tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“i think i like this flavor better, what is it again?” peter asked, savoring every gulp of the bubble tea you’d bought him before class. “taro! figured you’d like it, guess i really do know you best” you smirked, dusting your shoulders off and causing peter to roll his eyes.

It was those small moments that brought Peter to reality when he was letting out broken sobs at 3 in the morning. When memories of his past came to taunt him, when he felt as if nothing could fill the hole that had come to be the present.

The next morning you put down the cup of hot liquid in front of Peter, smiling quietly as you sat across from him in the garden area you two would frequent. It was on the west side of campus and no one ever paid much attention to it besides the agriculture students, meaning you and peter didn’t have to spend ten minutes looking for seats and you could be as loud as you wanted when either of you made a stupid joke.

“what’s this for?” he asked, voice quieter than usual.

“you seemed a bit off when you texted me this morning” was all you said, “it’s hot chocolate by the way, i asked for extra whipped cream.” Another detail he’d mentioned to you over text.

“when I’m stressed out i like to drink hot chocolate with unhealthy amounts of whip cream” Peter spoke to you over the phone, glancing at you and giving you a small smile.

“dunno if that’ll really help me peter, I feel like im gonna drown in this work and die” you mumbled, eliciting a chuckle from the brunette on the other end of the FaceTime call.

“chem right?” he asked, you nodded your head, “ill be over in ten minutes to help, sound good?” flashing you a charming smile, a grin spreading on your face.

“thanks baguette boy”

“peter” you spoke, looking at him with those kind eyes he’d grown fond of. “you know I’m here for you, right? No matter what’s going on, i want you to know you can talk to me” you assured him.

He knew you were just trying to be nice, that there was no way you could truly grasp what he was going through.

“I’m fine, y/n, just exams are stressing me out is all” he replied with a tight lipped smile and you shook your head, frustration painting your features.

“but it’s not!” you groaned out, “i know you well enough to know that it isn’t! don’t try to tough things out by yourself when you have someone who cares about you” the shakiness in your voice made you even more upset. You didn’t want to cry out of anger, especially not infront of peter.

“drop it y/n” peter replied, his voice lower than your ever heard it and his muscles flexing under his black t shirt. You’d never thought of peter as intimidating until now, but you weren’t backing down.

“no!” You argued, brows pulled together and hands gesturing wildly, “I’m not gonna just drop it, you’re hurting and you won’t even let me help you!” Peter knew you meant well, but in the heat of things his anger got the best of him, making him stand quickly and grab his backpack.

“don’t walk away from me parker” you spoke, grabbing his wrist and standing toe to toe with him. Peter looked scary, his jaw clenched, biceps on full display and chest puffed out. He was only taller than you by a bit so at least he didn’t tower over you.

“You don’t know shit about me y/n” peter spoke, venom in his words as he tested you. “All we do is study together and get lunch, that’s it.”

It took a lot to piss you off, and it seemed your patience was thin today.

“you know what? fine you’re right, all we do is get lunch and study together” you replied, “but it’s not like we do it in fucking silence you moron!”

Peter rolled his eyes, shifting his weight onto one of his legs as he debated leaving you here or listening to whatever you had to say. “you don’t know what I’ve been through, you don’t know anything about me” he argued, turning on his heel and beginning to walk away.

“You think i don’t know anything about you peter parker?” You called out, voice wavering, “have these two months meant nothing to you?”

Peter stopped in his tracks. His heart shattering as the words left your mouth.

“i know you love your sandwiches flat, and your coffee so sweet no one else could possibly tolerate it. I know you fell in love with taro bubble tea after the first time i got some for you. I know you prefer vanilla cake over chocolate but prefer chocolate ice cream over vanilla.That you love cherry pie more than anything in the world because it reminds you of home. And warm hot chocolate makes your worries melt away even during the toughest nights. I know you love rainy weather and you have songs you reserve for solely those days. That you have a secret boy band collection under your bed and you collect Lego sets.” You wiped furiously at your tears.

“I know that you’re one of the most selfless people I’ve ever met and you’re too stubborn to let others help you, but you’re right maybe i don’t know anything about you.”

Without another word you picked your backpack up from the floor, swinging it over your shoulder and walking away. You weren’t expecting peter to call out for you or follow you considering the venom in his words earlier.

But maybe you really didn’t know Peter Parker, because before you could take another step you were being pulled back by your backpack and spun around , colliding into the brunettes solid chest. He wasted no time wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face into your neck.

You lifted your arms to shove him off you, but the hot tears landing on your neck washed away your anger and brought in a wave of concern. Peter was mumbling incoherently against your neck, your arms wrapping around him tightly.

“it’s okay, i got you” you assured him softly, rubbing his back with one hand and with the other playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Neither of you knew how long you’d stayed in the others embrace by the time you pulled away, your hand lingering in peters larger, more calloused one.

“I’m sorry” he whispered and you squeezed his hand.

“let’s go home for right now, yeah?” Peter nodded his head and you were thankful you had driven to campus today, neither of you wanting to get on the bus with puffy red eyes.

“do you wanna get dropped off or come over to mine?” you asked softly, scared if you raised your voice too much he’d break.

“can i go to yours?” he mumbled, receiving a nod from you as you squeezed his hand in reassurance.

The parking lot wasn't far from where you two studied, walking in silence before reaching your car and letting the music from your studying playlist fill the air. The drive was rather quick and you unlocked the door to your apartment, letting Peter in before closing the door behind you.

“I have some extra clothes if you wanna change, it should fit you” peter nodded, taking in the details of your room to calm himself down. It smelled like roses and vanilla, like you. He took the clothes from your hand and headed to the restroom to change and wash his face.

When he returned to your room, you’d changed as well, and smiled softly at peter, “hey baguette boy” a nervous laugh leaving your mouth.

“hi flower girl” he replied, a small grin on his face. It quickly faded as he spoke up, “y/n i didn’t mean it” he sighed, “everything I said, i didn’t mean it. You know me better than anyone else in the world. You know me better than i know myself sometimes and it’s scary.”

Peter looked at you before continuing, “there isn’t much i can tell you- not yet at least- but all i have is you and it’s terrifying to me” his eyes burned with tears and he frowned, “i don’t want to lose another person i love, not when I’ve lost so much already.”

When peter broke down this time, you were there to pick up the pieces and mend him together. You put him back with soft hands and mended him with glue in the form of love, comfort and all his favorite sweets. You filled him up with warmth and kindness he hadn’t known in so long and warm cherry pie you’d perfected after two months of baking mishaps.

Peter thought he didn’t give much away about himself. He thought he had hidden his true self away and that he was gone forever, forgotten along with his friends cherished memories of him. No one remembered Peter Parker.

Except you.

You who remembered the most minuscule of details he had mentioned. You who remembered his favorite off brand cereal and told him which grocery store had it in stock. You who remembered peter had wanted to try a certain cuisine and made it your mission to find a restaurant within walking distance for your lunch date the next day. You’d remembered how peter kept his ac lower than usual because he loved the comfort of wearing hoodies, so you’d turn your ac down when he came to visit. You’d remembered how he preferred blue highlighters over yellow ones so you gave him yours without question when you got a new pack.

You, who had remembered all of his likes and dislikes, his loves and hates and all of his quirks. You had remembered every detail that made him peter parker, even when no one else did.

Even when the world had forgotten peter parker, you took the time to remember him and fall in love with him. And soon enough, he had fallen for you.

After months and months of despair and pain, although the world only knew spider-man, you knew Peter Parker.

That alone was enough for him.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #Peter Parker fluff #peter parker angst #Peter Parker imagine #post nwh #Peter Parker fan fiction #Peter Parker x fem!reader

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fotibrit · 30 days

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hey yall thinking abt how Peter wouldn’t leave NYC and his friends who don’t remember him are 4 hours drive away, and how if anything happened to them he wouldn’t have time to get there.

if something did happen to them. Peter traveling all the way there only to not be able to see his friend in the hospital or anything. having to use super-heating just to find out how bad injuries are.

Peter, walking around boston in a daze, realizing he’s a long way from home and has no reason to go back. no reason to go anywhere.

#post nwh #post nwh angst #marvel mcu #avengers #peter parker #spider man #irondad and spiderson #irondad #spiderson #peter parker and tony stark

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fruityhappiness · 1 year

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Guilt

Yes I know that I always praise guilty!Tony, but what about guilty!Peter? Peter, who was sent back in time after the events of No Way Home. Peter, who has no idea how to react when he sees May alive. Peter, who has enough trauma for a lifetime, needs to suddenly navigate school and friends and his aunt and being part-time spider man again. Peter, who almost has a breakdown when he sees Tony sitting on his couch with Aunt May. It's solely on him to better the future, but Peter has no fucking idea where he is supposed to start. He almost destroyed the multiverse by interrupting Stephen's spell, so he has to be really careful about what he changes and who he talks to. The whole thing could be a bit easier if anyone had simply ever told him anything. But no - he was never a full avenger, he isn't close to any of them, and he doesn't know how to contact them or what to say to gain their trust. He is drowning in responsibility and guilt and despair and even surrounded by the people he loved - he cannot stop mourning them.

#starker #starker idea #guilty!Peter AU #post nwh

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peternumber4 · 1 year

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nwh gave me So Many Ideas

mcu peter has no friends or family. he's all alone. as much as i want them to fix this (ASAP, one spider boy can only take so much) imagine the POSSIBILITIES

they could introduce harry osborn like they have in the past spiderman franchises. i never talk about it but harry osborn was such a great addition to peter parker's character. the hot, brooding, sarcastic best friend who masks his intelligence, and has major daddy issues. i know ned is sort of the harry replacement in the mcu but i'm greedy so why can't we have both. i imagine they'd meet through either college courses or an internship and become quick friends. peter is in desperate need of a new support system and it could come in the form of a character that is already familiar to previous spiderman fans.

(i know that it's so unlikely that this would happen after green goblin was already introduced in the mcu as a multiversal villain but if every multiverse has a peter, every multiverse has a harry... right? it would be interesting to watch peter struggle to trust harry because his father in an alternate universe was responsible for may's death—and i stand by that whether harry ends up as a villain or an ally)

on the topic of past spiderman movies, it would also be an incredible addition to bring in some gwen stacy action too. obviously not romantically, i love petermj too much for that, but she could join a bonus friend group made up of her, harry, and peter to make up for the one he lost by the spell. also she would balance out harry's bad attitude. i imagine their dynamic would be that of james franco harry osborn, emma stone gwen stacy, and tom holland peter parker. like that would just be so *chefs kiss*

also, one of my favorite possibilities, is that they could bring back HARLEY KEENER. (oh boy am i passionate about this one) the mcu is so incredible and they hardly ever do things without a reason and they brought ty simpkins back for tony's funeral. they brought him back once, WHY NOT BRING HIM BACK AGAIN? imagine him and harley meet (or possibly room together) at a community college in new york and become instant friends. peter is so grateful because he's finally able to find someone that he can be himself with, after losing everyone else he loved and trusted. and little does he know, it's tony's other genius kid

ALSO ALSO ALSO i am in love with the idea of young avengers, correct? there will be a LOng ass post about that to come but in an ideal world, peter and kate bishop would both be part of it. imagine before all of that happens, kate and peter meet somehow (a chance encounter in a coffee shop, a shared college class, running into each other when a villain attacks new york, kate seeking peter out for a new ally—quite literally endless possibilities) and become friends. i can just picture the quips and insults they would send back and forth. just imagine peter being like that one scene in civil war where he won't shut up while fighting sam and bucky, and then kate being like that scene in hawkeye where clint is completely deaf and she keeps trying to talk to him. their combined dumbass energy is incredible and i need it to happen.

anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk, there will be way more to come. i am a little obsessed with mcu if you can't tell and i have So much to say

#ro's rants #spiderman nwh #nwh #post nwh #post no way home #spiderman #peter parker #harry osborn #gwen stacy #harley keener #kate bishop #young avengers #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #headcanon #headcanons #marvel headcanons #i should really just write these ideas into fanfic

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writer-or-whatever · 6 months

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second fic is as many weeks for my bingo card. i'm having a writing renaissance i guess lmao.

square: superpower overload

fandom: spiderman (mcu)

summary: Peter’s senses are on the fritz, and he can’t seem to fix them. (post-nwh)

@badthingshappenbingo

#james writes #peter parker #post nwh #no way home #post no way home #bad things happen bingo

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watsonmj · 2 years

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Peter and Ned 31

31. things you said right before goodbye

"You promised, Peter," Ned snaps. "I lived without you for years. I dreamed about you and I—" He breaks off, letting out a short laugh. "I thought I was going crazy, dude."

Peter's bent over the chair, putting his face in his hands. Something like anger and a little like grief wells up inside of Ned. He can't even look Ned in the eye.

"Look at me." Ned swallows when he locks his gaze with Peter. "You made your choice. And I'm making mine."

"Ned, please—"

"I'll . . . I'll see you around."

mini fic prompts | send one <3

#peterned #interwebs #peter parker #ned leeds #marvel #mcu #mcu spidey #*#*writing #ask games #ask #anonymous #tais toi lys #nwh #post nwh #<- is a more accurate tag actually

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inferno-ontherocks · 2 years

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The aftermath... (Part 2)

#Spider-Man #Peter Parker #spiderman fanart #marvel fanart #post nwh #no way home #spiderman no way home #post spideychelle #procreate #digitial illustration #art on the rocks #sad Peter Parker

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littlemissagrafina · 2 years

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Because You Need Me

My revenge against @imyoursavinggrace so you can thank her for this😇🥰

Summary: "C'mon." Tony stood up, holding his hand out to slowly help Peter up and steadying him with a gentle grasp when he swayed dizzily. "You need to get back home, Pete. You're hurt and you could have a concussion."

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Swinging through the New York streets, Peter almost felt normal again.

Maybe he could if he ignored the itchy, wrong feeling that the cheap spandex of his suit left on his skin, he could hear Karen's voice updating him on current crimes in progress.

If he ignored the reason for his Web fluid being slightly too sticky, he could pretend that he was on his way to the tower to work on tweaking the new formula.

If he ignored the inky darkness of the sky above, he could imagine May waiting for him to swing back to the apartment after his evening patrol.

If he ignored the too bright lights and smells, he could almost feel like he was back in 2017, squeezing in one last patrol before he and May went to stay with Tony and Pepper during Christmas.

If he ignored the events of the last year, of the last five years, he could pretend he was on his way to Tony to show him the latest A that he got in Spanish.

But he couldn't. He couldn't just ignore any of it. He couldn't ignore the loss, disguise it under wishful thoughts and ghosts long gone.

Peter was stuck in the present and all too aware of the gaping holes and quiet pain that constantly lingered in the cracks of his mind. There was little that could distract from it and the struggles he faced now.

Shooting another web as he rounded the corner in a slightly clumsy arc, Peter caught sight of the two people cornering a smaller figure down an alleyway, tugging at a backpack between them. In moments, he had adjusted his swing, brushing almost too closely past another building and dropping his web to land in a crouch just to the side of the two men and the teenager, a boy who couldn't have been much younger than him.

"Hey!"

The men turned their attention to him, a knife brandished by one man as the other snarled. "Great, the spider idiot is here."

Peter stepped towards them, angling himself and blocking the younger teen from them, making sure to keep himself between them and the knife. He turned some of his focus to the frozen teenager and nudged him towards the entrance of the alleway.

The boy scrambled to grab the backpack that had been dropped when Peter landed and darted out of the alley without a backwards glance to either of the three left behind him.

Knife guy lunged towards Peter as soon as he realised that the teen had gotten away, the hand with the knife swinging wildly at him. Peter ducked out of the way, momentarily forgetting the second man as he swung forward and knocked Knife Guy off balance and webbed him and the knife to the wall of the alleway.

Peter stumbled slightly as Knife Guy's friend rammed into his side and before he could right himself, he was shoved back to the opposite side of the alleyway. At the same time, he saw the man swing a knife of his own towards him before it stabbed into his shoulder. The weight of the man and the impact of the knife stabbing him had him falling backwards, head hitting the wall and darkness flooding in.

Peter came back to consciousness to the sticky feeling of blood drying in the spandex arm and chest of his suit and the soft, almost nonexistent feeling of a hand cradling his head through his mask. Another one pressing light pressure on his shoulder, although he could barely feel it.

He blinked, vision swimming as he took in the figure crouched in front of him.

"Hey, Kid. What have I told you about getting stabbed or sleeping on the job?" Tony smirked at him, although there was concern clear in his eyes.

"Mr Stark? Wha- I- How are you here?" Peter rasped, body tensing as he jostled his shoulder. It wasn't healed as much as it would usually be, he could feel it, but it had at least stopped bleeding.

"I'm here because you need me."

Peter frowned, trying to process what he was seeing in front of him. Tony was here. He was here. Peter didn't know how, but he was. He could feel the light weight of Tony's hand against his head, see the shadows that the dark alleyway cast over his face.

"C'mon." Tony stood up, holding his hand out to slowly help Peter up and steadying him with a gentle grasp when he swayed dizzily. "You need to get back home, Pete. You're hurt and you could have a concussion."

There was something strange about Tony's voice, something slightly off in the way it sounded, the tone and slant a little bit deeper over some words than it should have been but Peter brushed it off and just let himself silently be guided along beside Tony.

They walked for a while, time lost under the quiet of the streets and reflections of leftover Christmas lights on the wet roads and slush filled sidewalks. Three blocks before his new apartment, Peter looked down, his eyes catching on the scuffed footprints his tired steps had left in the slush.

But there was only one pair of footprints.

He slowed, coming to a stop. He lifted his foot and looked at the clear footprint under it. He looked up to where Tony had stopped just a few feet in front of him and had turned to look at him.

There were no footprints in the slush between them.

Peter just stared at Tony, a deep, all consuming ache setting in his chest.

"Tony. You're not here… are you?" He whispered.

Tony smiled at him, soft and sad, his figure blurring not just from the tears welling in Peter’s eyes.

Slowly, he disappeared entirely, shape and colour bleeding away as a few stray snowflakes drifted from the sky.

Peter blinked away his tears, breathing in shakily, and gingerly made his way down the last three blocks.

Only one pair of footprints behind him.

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