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His weakness, P5 (penultimate)

Part 1
Part 4

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: One of the perks of being Spider-man is the uncanny ability to heal faster than ordinary humans, which both you and Peter are very grateful for when you are reunited.

Word count: 630

Warning: injuries, fluff

Note: There have been some barriers to writing lately, so I’ve just quickly written this bridge to the final part - which I’m still debating over just how smutty to make. Feel free to tell me your thoughts. 😅


You look up between your fingers and see Peter watching you with sleepy concern.

“Of course,” you whisper, with a watery smile, “you would ask me that. Of course you’d check if I’m okay when you’re only just conscious and covered in injuries.”

He chuckles, and then winces.

“Can I touch you?” you ask.

He closes his eyes. “I think so.”

You carefully place your hand on his unburned cheek and lean in, hoping to kiss his forehead. When you get close, Peter seizes you. You squeak with surprise as he pulls you on top of him and hugs you tightly.

“Ouch,” he says. You start to get off him but he clamps down so you can’t move. “It’s worth it,” he sighs.

You plant your hands either side of his head so you can hold yourself up and look at him. He gazes up at you shiny-eyed.

“It’s really, really good to see you Y/N,” Peter says.

“Yeah, well, it’s slightly traumatising to see you,” you half-joke. “I’m getting tired of you nearly dying whenever I see you, or not seeing you at all.”

He sighs and pulls you down, his lips pressing hard into yours.

You tense in shock, and then melt.

Your entire body responds with electric sensitivity as he runs his hands along your waist. You instinctively grind your hips toward him, kissing back eagerly. Peter moans against your lips.

You spring back. “I’m sorry! Did I hurt—”

“No,” Peter says. His pupils are huge and his cheeks flushed: his expression is hungry. You blush deeply. His hand hooks around your neck and brings your mouth back to his. As he kisses you roughly, you feel all the balled-up fear and anxiousness, from a month of living in uncertainty, begin to unravel—replaced with a smouldering need to have Peter, all over you, everywhere.

His lips start to travel. He kisses your jawline, down your neck, smiles against your throat as he feels your heartbeat pounding, and then trails kisses along your collarbone and down your décolletage. When he reaches your shirt collar, his fingers tweak it down an inch and he kisses you there lingeringly. An involuntary moan slips out of you.

Peter claps a hand over your mouth, grinning. “Shhh.”

“Sorry,” you breathe against his fingers. “I’m just a bit…overwhelmed right now.”

“I’ll go slower then,” he says. This time, he kisses you so softly your lips barely graze, making tingles shoot down your limbs and deep into your body.


As you look up at Ned, you become aware that your legs are wrapped tightly around Peter’s waist, and you’re unsure when that happened.

“Dude,” Ned gives Peter awkward finger guns, “I am so happy you’re back with us, and Y/N, I don’t wanna interrupt so I’ll come back later when—whatever is happening—um.” He turns and goes back out into the hall.

Peter smiles up at you, the desire in his eyes tempered. “I guess this isn’t the best time or place.”

You make a small sound of disappointment. Peter uses his healthier hand to push your hair behind your ear. “If it means I can have you alone, all to myself, I can wait.”

You kiss the kink in his eyebrow—you’ve always wanted to do that—and gingerly climb off him. Already, you begin to fantasise about Peter climbing through your window…

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Summary: Y/N Stark and Peter Parker are unconditionally in love with each other, being friends for years was just the step before making it official. BUT, just the weekend they became official Thanos and the snap happened, leaving Y/N broken: without friends, avengers family or Peter Parker. So, she has to move on, at least that’s what everyone’s telling her and she really tries to do it and who better to help her than Harry Osborn. But has she really let Peter go? What if Tony Stark -genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist- knows how to bring Peter back? And what happens when he does? Is Y/N going to avenge again? Who’s going to lead the avengers now? Who is she going to choose? Harry or Peter? and who the hell is mysterio? *He doesn’t even go here*

a little gif like this because peter’s not really that much here im sosrry

word count: 5.5k

author’s note: I was in exams soooo I couldn’t update this and I KNOW this chapter doesn’t have much Y/N and Peter but I SWEAR THE NEXT ONE IS GOING TO BE FULL WITH THOSE TINY MOMENTS that you love and i’m so sorry for not updating before let me know anything like i don’t know what you guys thinkkk kkk thanks


You bite the red apple in your hand as you sent your last email of the day with a triumphant smile plastered on your face. Not too bad, you thought to yourself as you saw the hour.

“It’s 2:30 am, what are you still doing up?” Tony asked from the main entrance to the kitchen and you jumped as you heard his voice.

“Dad stop sneaking up on me”, you muttered as you rolled your eyes and closed your laptop on the counter. “Do you want an apple?”

Tony walked over and gave you a kiss on your forehead as he shook his head, then he walked towards the freezer looking for something else while you started to pack your laptop and charger into your backpack in order to be ready for tomorrow.

Over the last few months, you had been working on this non-profit organization and had developed it under Stark’s Industries philanthropic section. Pepper had been over the moon with your idea as soon as you brought it up and had helped you planned it, even after Morgan was born, Pepper was all over it, such a boss. The project was opening facilities for the many children that had become orphans after the snap, a number that was actually alarming. The government had tried to do its part on it, but you always knew there was no way this was an easy task and it dawned on you that you could actually do something, as your father had told you.

“So, Pepper told me you bought another building?” Tony asked as he began pouring some milk on the bottle for Morgan, you grimaced as you heard him and gazed at him carefully as he raised his eyebrows while looking at you.

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Summary: You are best friends with Peter Parker. Peter has a crush on Liz Allen and you have a crush on everyone’s favorite neighborhood Spider-man. So what will happen when you and Peter pretend to date?

Warnings: Fake dating trope, fluff, angst, probably cursing

Pairings: Peter Parker x reader


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41 and 42 with Ironfam for the Christmas prompts! ❤️💚

Mmmmfmfmfm so I was drinking hot chocolate and eating a candy cane while writing this so I was feeling super christmasy. Enjoy!!


It wasn’t that Peter didn’t like the snow. He loved it, actually. Pristine white powder that can make the entire world seem pure and perfect, even for just a little while. The freezing flakes that bring endless school days to a halt and are each unique in their own ways. Really, what was there to not like about snow?

Apparently the fact that it is very… very cold. That part isn’t fun, at all. Especially considering that, less than twenty-four hours ago, Tony had been digging out Peter’s near frozen body from a snow bank after a mission gone wrong.

Stupid evil snowmen.

That’s right folks. Thanks to his spidery-ness, he can’t thermoregulate. Which means he can’t withstand temperatures more extreme than normal. Which also means no more snow days.

Peter sighs and takes another small sip of his hot chocolate. He pulls the blanket up a little tighter around his shoulders and sinks into the couch. Leaning his head back, he closes his eyes to think.

The cabin is filled with the scent of hot chocolate and freshly baked cookies. He can hear Morgan and Tony yelling outside as they play in the snow. Tony is yelling at Gerald for some reason. Again.

Peter opens his eyes and sets the hot chocolate on the coffee table. He turns his gaze towards the kitchen and smiles.

Mom Pepper is making him soup (even though he said he was perfectly fine), probably chicken noodle. She reaches over the counter to grab something and when her hand meets air, she suddenly pauses. In an instant she blinks away her confusion and smiles. Normally there was a small tray full of candy canes and mints, just incase Pepper ever felt self-indulgent.

Pepper turns back to the soup and instead pops a jelly bean in her mouth. She bites her lip as she remembers she banned candy canes from the house ever since Peter ate one and then collapsed infront of them, seizing.

Yeah. Spiders don’t like peppermint either.

Peter burys his head between his knees and pulls the blanket even tighter around his shoulders. He’s a nuisance. He should be home with May, not intruding on this perfect family’s Christmas. Not sitting on their couch or drinking their hot chocolate, using their blanket, or even being in their house whatsoever. He doesn’t belong.

Though, it’s not like he has much of a choice.

May has been hospitalized ever since they snapped back into existence. People reappeared in the middle of construction sites, midair, and in tons of other dangerous situations that hadn’t been dangerous 5 years ago. Well, May had been searching the city for him and just happened to be crossing the street when she dusted.

Peter wipes away the forming tears and bites his lip. She has to get better. The doctor said she was lucky and could possibly be out of the hospital in February.


She still hasn’t woken up from her coma. In reality Peter knows the doctor didn’t lie to him at the time. May had just gotten out of surgery when the doctor spoke with him. But Peter really, really wanted to be live she would be okay. And they could celebrate every holiday they’ve missed and everything would be fine.

But it might not be.

She might not wake up.


So, Peter was stuck intruding. Stuck being a nuisance. The least he could do was stay out of their way while they-

“MORGAN STARK! Don’t you dare bring that snowball in the house, DON’T YOU DARE-”

Peter looks up when he hears Tony fall to the ground outside with an ‘oof!’. The door is suddenly thrown open and Morgan comes sprinting through in her snow gear. Before Peter can really register what’s happening, Morgan is jumping on top of him.

He catches the little girl mid-air, causing the blanket to fall off his shoulders. He sits his sister the girl on his lap but nearly drops her when his sweatpants get covered in now melting snow.

“Mo Mo, what are you doing in here? Last I checked, the snow is supposed to stay outside the house.” Morgan turns to him with a face of only pure betrayal. Her nose sncruches up and she pushes his shoulder.

“Petey you sound like daddy. I just wanted a juice pop! And they don’t make juice pops outside the house!”

Pepper suddenly peaks around the corner, eyeing the her daughter who tracked snow in the house. “Morgan Stark, it is the middle of winter. No juice pops until it’s at least above freezing outside.”

“But momma, juice pops are the best in the whole wide world!”

Pepper shakes her head and gives Peter a pleading look. Peter shifts Morgan on his legs and boops her nose. “Weird, I thought cookies were the bestest in the world?”

Morgan throws her head back in tantrum and sticks out her tongue. Regardless she turns to lean into Peter’s chest. He chooses to ignore the fact that his sweats are now soaked and his shirt is seconds from suffering the same fate. Instead he focuses on her wrapping her, now ungloved, hands around to his back. She sticks her freezing little hands in his shirt and bury’s her head into his chest.

Peter takes off her hat and rests his chin on her head as he rubs her back. “You cold Mo Mo?”

Morgan squeezes him tighter and mumbles out a “mhm”.

He reaches forward slightly and grabs his hot chocolate. “Hey, Mo, want some of my hot chocolate? It’ll get you nice and warm so you can go outside and hit daddy in the face with snowballs.”

Morgan lifts her head from his chest and lets go of his back to reach for the hot chocolate. She counts the marshmallows that haven’t melted and brings the warm liquid to her lips. Once she finishes the drink, she sighs and leans back onto Peter’s chest.

He watches as her eyes slowly grow heavier and heavier. She slips off her boots and curls completely into Peter’s lap. He takes the empty mug from her and gently sets it on the coffee table. Peter slips off her jacket and snow pants so she’s left in her pajamas from the morning.

Peter moves to get off the couch so he can set the the little girl down to sleep, but she instantly pulls back into his chest. She tiredly opens her eyes and whines. “Peter don’ go. You’ warm.”

Peter’s eyes widen and he lays back down on the couch. He moves Morgan on top of his chest and she instantly wraps herself around him. Peter smiles and grabs his previously forgotten blanket. “Here ya go Mo. Wrap up like a burrito and take a nap.”

Morgan takes the blanket? But instead of wrapping herself up she pulls it over the both of them. Then she burys her face into the side of Peter’s neck. “You gotta stay warm too bubba.”

At her words, Peter’s heart leaps in his chest. She considered him family. But why? He’s just a nuisance!

“Hey Mo Mo what do you-”

Peter quickly realizes the girl had dozed off. He pushes away any thoughts of doubt he’d had before and just pulls the little girl, no, his sister closer. He gives her a small kiss on the head and lightly rubs her back.

Suddenly, Tony comes stomping through the door. “Damnit Gerald! Can’t believe my Alpaca ate my glove. That little shit.”

Tony is covered nearly head to toe in snow and is wearing a half eaten glove. The man takes off his snow gear and moves into the kitchen. He snatches a cookie and gives Pepper a kiss. Without turning around, he calls out to Peter.

“Hey Pete.”

Peter looks to Morgan as she slightly shifts, then replies. “Yeah?”

Tony grabs a fresh cup of coffee but still doesn’t turn. “Should come outside and have a snowball fight with us.”

“Uhm right now isn’t the best time. I don’t really feel like-”

“Mhm cause you know you’re gonna lose huh.”

Peter rolls his eyes and pulls the blanket up a little more around Morgan’s shoulders. He catches Pepper smiling at them from the kitchen. He points to Tony and then makes the spins his finger by his head to show that ‘he’s crazy’.

Pepper gives a breathless laugh and nudges Tony. The man turns to his wife and finally catches sight of his children. Tony smiles and shakes his head. “Kid you are never getting her off you.”

Pet smiles, still rubbing the little girl’s back. “Y’know, that’s alright. That’s what big brothers are for, right?”

Tony suddenly feels a swell of pride in hearing that. Peter final considered himself part of the family. The man nods and stares at his kids.

“Sure is, buddy. Sure is.”



~Ten minutes later~

“HEY EVERYONE! Harley has arrived! Peter get your ass off the- ope never mind. Anyways.. shit do I smell cookies? Mom I swear if there’s raisins in them-”

Tony sighs. “Aaaand there’s kid number 3.”


Ahhh this was so fun!! Please send me more!! Also I’m down for some feedback.

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Hey guys! I’m out of school for Christmas break and have more time on my hands, so hopefully I’ll be back to writing and sharing with you all! I wrote this instead of studying for finals last week, I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think!


“Are you okay?” You look up at your boyfriend on the other side of the table and find him watching you with a concerned expression. 

“Yeah,” you mutter, going back to staring at the same chart you had been trying to study for the last five minutes. Finals are next week, and you need to do well to pass your classes. 

“…You sure?” Nodding, you don’t look up, but continue to stare blankly at the white spaces between the lines of highlighted words. The room is silent for a moment before Peter moves to sit next to you. Flipping your binder closed, he gently pulls your chin so that you’re looking into his eyes. “Y/n, what’s wrong? And don’t say nothing, I know that look in your eyes, and you’ve been staring at the table for the last ten minutes.” Taking a deep breath, you slide your chair away from the table. 

“I need a break. I’m going outside, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Peter starts to say something, but seems to think better of it and hesitantly watches you leave. 

Stepping into the cold air, you breathe deeply and sigh, watching the cloud that forms from your breath. Taking small steps, you walk through the parking lot and make your way to the fountain across the road. Sitting down on the cold concrete, you run your fingers through the water, making it splash a little. The mist from the fountain is cold on your cheeks, and you begin to shiver, your hand in the water slowly going numb. You pull it out, but don’t feel like moving any more than that. You begin drawing designs on the concrete with your wet fingers, watching the way the water spreads on the rough stone with each drop you place. 

You hear leaves rustle behind you, and a body sits down next to you. You don’t need to look up to know who it is. 

“I brought you a coat.” Peter wraps it around your shoulders, rubbing your arms before putting his hands in his lap. “Do you want to talk, or do you want me to leave you alone?” You sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, and he subconsciously wraps his arm around you. Sighing again, you feel tears begin to run down your cheeks. Wiping at them, you huff. 

“Nothing’s wrong, not really, I just, nothing seems right either. I don’t know. Like I want to do everything and nothing at the same time but I’m stuck in between.” You shake your head, and he rubs your shoulder. 

“How about this. We take a break from studying, and go do something else for a while. Wanna go get something to eat?” You nod, and he smiles, standing up and pulling you to your feet. 

Pushing your arms into the coat he brought you, you walk next to him, and he puts his arm around your waist. “What do you want to eat?” You shrug. “It’s pretty cold, want to go get soup?” Nodding, you shove your hands into your pockets. He leads you to his car, opening the passenger door for you before climbing into the driver’s seat.

You watch him as he pulls the car out of the parking lot and onto the main road. At a traffic light, he turns and notices you staring at him. “You alright, Love?” Smiling, you nod. 

“Yeah. Much better now.” Grabbing his hand, you kiss the back of it before placing it in your lap underneath your own. “I think I just needed to get away for a little bit.” 

He nods, the traffic light turns green, and he begins driving again as you begin clicking through the radio stations. Both of your faces light up when you hear Mariah Carey’s voice come through the speakers. Singing along as off key as possible, the two of you look at each other, and you realize how much you truly love the boy sitting next to you.

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Originally posted by tom-is-bae

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Y/n and Peter get into an argument and Y/n can’t help but be petty. 

Author: Dizzy

A/N: this is just a short little blurb. hope you like it!

Masterlist Request Any Of These Peter Parker/Tom Holland Masterlist


“Before any of you ask, I am not talking to Peter right now because he’s a butthole.” You stated, setting your lunch tray down on the table and sitting down. 

“What’s new?” MJ asked, smirking as you laughed. “Peter is always, as you said, a butthole.”

“I’m not going to get into it, but moral of the story is that Peter’s a butthole and I am not talking to him until he’s not a butthole anymore.” 

“Oh my god, Y/n, stop calling me a butthole.” Peter said as he appeared behind you, slamming his lunch tray down on the table as he took a seat next to Ned. “She’s seriously just mad because I refused to go to homecoming this year when I went last year. I just want to go once.”

“MJ, baby, will you please tell Mr. Butthole that I really want to go this year because we didn’t go together last year and I was sick for homecoming last year as well?”

MJ opened her mouth to speak, but Peter put a hand up to her. 

“I heard her, MJ. I’m not deaf.” Peter stated before turning to you. “Y/n, you know you can talk to me, right?”

“I can’t hear any assholes talking.” You put your fingers in your ears as Ned laughed, earning a swift kick from Peter. 

“Y/n, Peter’s probably not trying to hurt your feelings. He just doesn’t like dances.” Ned explained with a small smile.”He and I normally just watch a movie instead. Maybe you’d want to do that instead?”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t. MJ, you want to go together?” 

MJ shook her head. “No can do. I have plans to go see a play with my mom.” 

You groaned. “Oh my god. I just want to go to one homecoming with my boyfriend. It’s not my fault I was sick and he went with Liz anyway.” 

MJ patted your hand. “It’s not the end of the world.”

“Y/n.” Peter glanced over at you as he watched you and MJ interact. “I already went last year.” 

You didn’t reply back to him and instead continued your conversation. “It feels like it. I don’t even want to go any other year if we go this year. I just love the Great Gatsby theme and I’m on committee. Why wouldn’t I go?”

“Holy shit, Peter, just take her.” MJ said, looking at Peter as he eyes rolled.

“Holy shit, MJ, I don’t want to go.” 

You sighed loudly. “Not to be emo or anything, but I’m really lonely.” You said, turning the attention back towards yourself. “I wish I had someone.”

“You have me, your boyfriend, sitting right next to you.” Peter said, rolling his eyes at your antics.

“Do y’all hear something?” You asked, looking at everyone, earning a groan from Peter and a laugh from Michelle. 

Your little group fell silent after that, just for a moment, as everyone began to eat and think to themselves before Peter finally had enough. 

“Oh my god, Y/n, why are you so damn petty?” He asked, slamming his hands down on the table.

“You think I’m pretty?” You smirked, looking up at him as he rose from his seat and looked down at you. 

“We both know I said petty. But thank you for finally talking to me.”

You gasped as you realized you spoke to him. “Oh, fuck you.”

“Fuck you!”

“Go fuck a toaster!”

“Go fuck a blender and turn it on!”

“Go fuck a garbage disposal!”

“Go fuck a whale!”

“Are you asking me to fuck you?” You laughed. 

Peter scrunched his face up in anger before relaxing and starting to laugh. “If I agree to go to homecoming with you, can we just drop this?”

“We both know the answer to that.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You’re right, I don’t. But you’re a butthole.”

“No,” you smiled, “we both know you are.”

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Originally posted by sumerlynxd

Pairing: Roommate!Tom Holland x Reader x Cole Sprouse

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Y/n is in love with her roommate, Tom. Tom, well, he’s not sure what he feels about Y/n until she starts to see the new barista at their favorite coffee shop, Cole. 

Author: Dizzy

A/N: hey y’all! happy holidays!!! i am back, so sorry, junior year of college is killing me. but i am back from the dead and at it again. An anon requested a Tom and Cole fic, so here you go anon!! I also listened to “Stay” by Mallrat on repeat when I wrote this.

Masterlist Request Any Of These Peter Parker/Tom Holland Masterlist


“Y/n,” Tom reached his hand out and placed it on yours, shaking it lightly, “what are you staring at?”

He followed your gaze to the young barista behind the counter before making eye contact with you as you turned to him, clearing your throat softly as a blush crept up your cheeks.

“N-nothing.” You stuttered out. “I’m not looking at anything.” 

Tom rolled his eyes. “I know you’re lying.”

You gasped. “I am not!”

Tom squeezed your hand and took it off of yours before raising both his hands in the air. “Okay, I believe you.”

You scrunched your face up as you looked at him, shaking your head. “I don’t think you do.” 

Tom chuckled. “You’re right, I don’t. I’m going to head back upstairs to the apartment to take a shower.”

“Okay,” You smiled as he rose from his chair. “I’ll be up in a little bit. Finish my coffee down here.”

Tom smiled back before pushing in his chair, making his way towards the door as you also rose from your seat and made your way to the counter of the coffee shop. 

He watched from the window as he fixed his jacket outside as you began to speak to the new barista, feeling a slight pang in his chest before making his way to the outer metal stairs and made his way up them to the apartment. He shoved his keys into the door and opened it, shaking off his jacket and closing the door, leaving it unlocked as he began to think to himself.

“Tom,” your voice was soft as you said his name, placing your hand on his arm, “can I talk to you about something?”

“Yeah, of course.” Tom replied, setting his phone down on the armrest of the couch as he turned to look at you. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I have a confession to make.” You pulled your lip between your teeth.

The silence began to grow as he could see the blush begin to rise to your cheeks, red hot down your face and neck as he heard you sputter and choke on your words like you always did when you were about to cry or tell him something that would hurt him.

“I don’t want this to change things for us if it doesn’t have to, but I think I- I don’t know, I think I might have feelings for you.” You said, a tear running down your cheek. 


“I don’t want to lose you, Tom. I just can’t help but be head over heels for you and I just want you to know.”

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I don’t know if feel the same.” 

Tom sighed as the hot water ran down his body and relaxed his muscles as he couldn’t get the image of you talking to that new barista out of his head. The way you stared at him, the way you smiled when you walked over, the way you were so animated when speaking to him. 

Why was he so focused on you all of the sudden?

There was a sharp knock at the door as he leaned against the shower wall and sighed to himself.

“Tom?” It was you on the other side. 

“I’m in the shower, but you can come in.” 

He listened closely to the sound of you opening the door fully, knowing you never could hear him through the sounds of the shower and closed door, so you always cracked it, only sticking you head in. He could hear you sigh as you shut the toilet and took a seat on the lid. 

“I have a date.” You stated so matter-of-fact. 

“Yeah?” Tom asked, lifting his head up off his arm as he listened for your response. 

“Yeah. With that new barista. His name is Cole. We have a date tonight, so I won’t be able to do movie night with you. I’m sorry.” 

Tom could feel a hint of jealousy before he shoved it down with a swallow of a knot in his throat. 

“That’s-that’s okay, love. I understand.” 

You slipped your hand past the shower curtain and in his face, wiggling your fingers at him. 

“I kissed my hand cause I can’t kiss your cheek thank you, so kiss my hand back.” You giggled. 

Tom chuckled at the gesture. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Oh, come on, play along with me.” 

“Okay.” He said softly, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. 

You wiggled your hand out of his and wiped the wet hand on the towel in the bathroom before getting up off the toilet. 

“Cole’s coming up to get me at 6 and it’s already noon now and I still have to go grocery shopping, so I’m going to head out. I just thought I’d come up and tell you the good news before I left. Love you, Tom.” 

“I love you too, Y/n.” He replied. 

You paused at the door as you heard the way he said it. The “I” was clearly preceding the “love you too” which Tom never done before. 

Tom was aware of it too as he heard you pause and he felt his chest tighten as he heartbeat quicken. 

You shook your head and laughed lightly to yourself before exiting the bathroom and out the apartment, leaving Tom alone with his thoughts. 


You laughed as you entered the house, kissing Cole goodnight quickly as you went to close the door. 

“Can’t I come in?” Cole asked as he peered into the house, seeing Tom sleeping on the couch. 

You looked over your shoulder to see Tom sleeping peacefully, the tv still on and his face relaxed as he faced you. You knew he had fallen asleep waiting for you, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart shrink in sadness as you looked at him. 

“I don’t think so. Tom’s home and he’s trying to sleep. He’s probably had a long day. Maybe another time. I had a good time tonight, thank you, Cole.” 

“It was the best first date I’ve been on by far. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, raising a brow. 

You smiled. “Definitely.” 

You closed the door quietly as you heard the sound of Tom shifting on the couch before he spoke out to you. 

“You home already?” He asked, checking his watch to see that it was only 9 o’clock. 

“Yeah.” You said, locking the door and turning around to face him. “We just went to dinner and came back here. I just wanted to get home.”

“Was it not a good date?” 

“No, it was nice, I just was tired and felt bad for skipping out on movie night.” You explained, stepping towards him and lifting his head up softly, sliding beneath it, and letting it fall in your lap. “I hope you didn’t watch anything good without me.”

Tom shook his head as he sighed, looking up at you as you began to play with his hair. “I just watched a bad Nick Cage movie. Nothing special. I missed you, though.” He winced as he claimed to miss you. “I mean, I missed having you here to make fun of the movie with me.”

You could feel yourself shrinking as he claimed to not have missed you. You couldn’t help it, you still had feelings for Tom, but you needed to move on. You couldn’t wait for him when he never did give you a straightforward answer about whether or not he liked you. 

“Yeah,” you replied, the pain evident in your voice, “I love doing that with you. But, my date was fun and I’m going to lunch with Cole again tomorrow. He was lovely.” 

You slipped out from under Tom and stood up. “I need to get to bed soon if I want to get a good night’s sleep. I have some schoolwork to finish up anyway. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Tom watched as you quickly walked away and disappeared behind your door before he could say goodnight back. He rose from the couch, blanket wrapped around him as he leaned against your door, debating to knock before he heard your faint crying behind the door. 

He could feel the knot he had been feeling in his throat since you got home tighten as he listened. He could feel it choking him as tears stung his own eyes. 


You didn’t know what had gotten into Tom since your first date with Cole, but as you smiled at the other man, you started to forget why you were so worried in the first place, it wasn’t as if Tom needed you to worry about him. 

Tom had been sleeping in most days, or sleeping on the couch while waiting around for you and as you felt yourself falling for Cole more and more, you started to forget your feelings for Tom. 

It felt as though it was a distant dream, or perhaps, felt as if you never had those feelings at all. 

Tom leaned against the shower wall, just as he had done when you first told him of your date with Cole, feeling sorry for himself and feeling as though he made a mistake in not telling you how he felt when you came home that day. 

He felt pathetic, knowing he’d been so sorry for himself while you were on your fifth date with Cole. He felt pathetic for missing you more now that it looked like you were in love with someone who wasn’t him. 

A sharp knock at the bathroom door pulled him from his focus on his feelings as he lifted his head up off his arm. 

“You can come in, Y/n, I’m just in the shower.” He called out.

He waited to hear the toilet be shut and the sound of you trying to find a comfortable way to sit, but it never happened. 

Shutting off the water, reached out of the shower for a towel and quickly dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and opening the door. 

He was met with the empty hallway and silent air in the apartment. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he shook his head before thinking of how you always told him that there were ghosts in the apartment, how you always heard weird noises when you were alone. 

He could feel himself miss you even more as he choked on his emotions, on his tears before he heard the sound of a lock and key turn and he quickly got back into the bathroom and closed the door, rushing to get his clothes on. 

“Tom?” You called out as you walked down the hallway. “Are you home?”

“I’m just getting dressed. You can come in.”

You opened the door and poked your head in and smiled at Tom. “Hey.” 

“Hey.” Tom gave you a weak smile.

“You okay?” You asked, opening the door fully and walking in.

“I have a confession to make.” 

You nodded and closed the toilet before shimmying on the lid, making yourself comfortable. 

“What’s going on T-”

“I think I have feelings for you.” Tom cut you off, tears prickling his eyes. “I don’t want this to change things between us, but I can’t help it. I have feelings for you.”

“Tom,” You sighed, shaking your head, “I am so so sorry, but I don’t know how I feel towards you. I’m seeing Cole and I think I’m going to stay with him.”

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Summary: Following the events of Far From Home, Peter has to deal with the aftermath of the world finding out he’s Spider-Man. A new friend helps him through, and an old foe comes back in search of revenge.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: A big old fight scene and the things that come with it

A/N: I was 900% sure this would be trash but @heyhihellowhatsup0@marvelxholland​ and @angelsparkers​ all reassured me so I guess it’s ok. I keep giving you guys cliffhangers without really meaning to but meh. If you’d like to be added to the taglist just send an ask!

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Part 1 

Part 2


…And maybe Peter.

Ok, let’s make one thing clear. Peter Parker did not have a crush on you. Nope. That’s not happening. Never in a million years. End of story. Bye, everyone. 


Let’s start from the beginning. I mean, the other beginning. 

“Y/n tried to say Hi to me today.”

Peter grumbled as he slammed his tray on the table next to Ned. 

“And you’re mad because…?”

Ned asked in return, removing his bag from the seat he saved for Peter. 

“I couldn’t say anything to her! Anything! She ran through me like a hurricane.”

“Oh. I thought you liked y/n.”

“I don’t! Dude, what are you talking about?”

“Well, you did talk about her all day after decathlon practice last week.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. You said you forgot about everything because she was too distracting.”

“Exactly! Why would I ever like that?”

“Maybe it’s not that you like her because she’s distracting but she’s distracting because you like her.”

Ned answered thoughtfully while munching on a fry.

“No. No, that- That’s not possible.”

Peter slowly shook his head as he gaze hovered towards you at the other side of the cafeteria.

“Besides, even if I did like her, it’s not like I have a chance.”


“Hi, Petey boy! How’s my little potato doing?”

Peter groaned as you, who got too comfortable after finally finding Ned and his table, casually slid into the seat in front of him.

“Oh, hi, Ned. I see you took a chill pill as always.”

“Hi, y/n. Peter is just having a rough day.”

Peter silently kicked Ned under the table without looking up from his tray. Ned winced a little but you didn’t seem to notice.

“Aww, what’s wrong? I wouldn’t want to see a pretty face so sad. Hey, it’s going to get better, alright?”

Your eyes drifted across the room as you spoke and soon, they locked on your friends calling you.

“Hey, I gotta go but see you later, ok? Thanks for the status update, Ned. You’re a gem.”

“Bye, y/n.”

Ned smiled, watching you wave and walk away, and then turned back to Peter. 

“I. don’t. like. her.”

Peter grumbled, still not looking up. This has been going on for a few weeks now. It was as if you were determined to spend every second of your free time with him.

Ned protested.

“But, Peter! Just think about it! It’s not usual for a hot girl to take interest in guys like us! Stuff like this don’t just happen, you know? This is your chance!”

“She’s not…! hot. And she is not interested in me.”

“She’s been coming over to our table everyday just to say hi, Peter. Everyday!”

“Just let it go, Ned. I don’t like her, ok?

“Oh, come on. Tell me you don’t want to be her little potato.”

“I DON’T. I don’t want to be…I don’t!’

“Ok, ok. Then at least give me one reason why you don’t like her.”

Peter stared at you laughing with some guy at your usual table, probably already forgetting all about him.

“She’s…too flirty.”

Ned sighed.

“That doesn’t even make any sense.”

Peter just pressed his mouth shut and poked at his tomato salad. The tomato was so small. It reminded him of himself. He crushed the tomato with his fork.


When Peter didn’t allow any space to you, you had invaded his. 

‘Why is she even here? It’s not like she pays attention.’

He thought as he angrily opened his notebook to a blank page, watching flash whisper something to your ear and you burst into laughter.

‘She’s not even sitting next to me.’

He shook his head.

‘No, remember why you’re mad, Peter. It’s because she’s distracting and she makes you less productive in practice.’

His thoughts were interrupted by a ray of giggles and he looked up to see you leaning over Flash’s arms to write something down on a piece of paper in front of him.

He almost broke his pencil in half.

‘Why is she laughing at Flash? He’s not even that funny. I got plenty of jokes better than the ones he makes. Of course, I wouldn’t want to make her laugh. It’s just… It’s just because I’m better than Flash and she doesn’t know it. Now that’s false information and should be rightfully corrected. Yes, that’s the only reason why I want her to sit next to me. What? No, I don’t want her to sit next to me. Why would I want that? That’s ridiculous. Oh, she has really nice hair though. I can see what Ned was talking about. And her hands were soft too…’

“You’re pathetic.”

Peter’s head turned to see MJ standing behind him with her usual glum look.


“You’re pathetic.”

MJ repeated, pointing at Peter’s desk. When he looked down, he saw that he had drawn a doodle of Flash webbed up to his chair on the notebook. While Peter, cheeks slowly turning red in embarrassment, tore off the page and crumpled it, MJ whispered,

“Just talk to her.”

and walked away.

‘Easy for you to say.’

Peter thought as he shoved the crumpled up ball of paper under his desk and glanced up to sneak a peek to at you again. 

But you weren’t there. 

‘Wait, wha-’

“Hey, Peter!”


Suddenly you appeared right next to him out of nowhere which almost gave Peter a heart attack. 

But on the bright side, it made you laugh.

And he could see it from up close.

God, it was pretty.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. Sorry. I just wanted to ask you this question. I got stuck and Flash couldn’t figure it out with his TINY BRAIN.”

You raised your voice when you said ‘tiny brain’ and shook your head at Flash before turning back to Peter.

“Whaddya say, smart guy?”

“Yeah, uh, um, sure.”


You smiled and sat down next to him.


“Uh, ok. So, um, if you see here, the direction of motion is this way and the weight is pulling down so it’s perpendicular to the base level…”

‘Wow, her face is so close to my hand. Wow. Wowwowwow. Am I blushing? Am I? No, please don’t do this to me nononono.’

“So you get cos 70…and, um…”

‘Please just function, please please please PLEASE remember SOMETHING. What’s next? Why did I agree to this? SNAP OUT OF IT PETER!’

“So y/n, are you and Peter like, going out?”

The sudden comment from Liz caused everybody in the whole room to look towards you two. And this time, Peter KNEW he was blushing. 

But before he could say anything, you beat him to it. 

“No, that’s crazy! I bet Peter would rather kiss Flash than go out with me!”


‘That hurt.’

‘But why would it hurt?’

Peter wondered.

It wasn’t like you guys were actually dating. You just said what Peter had been telling Ned for the past few months. It wasn’t like you did anything wrong.

When he was still trying to figure out what was going on, you leaned in and whispered to his ear,

“It’s ok, Peter. I know you don’t feel about me that way. Don’t worry.”

Peter just pressed his lips together and nodded. 

“Hey, um, I think I can figure this out by myself but thanks anyways. You’re a real angel.”

Peter felt you get up from the seat, take your paper, and walk away. 

Only he didn’t feel it.

He didn’t feel anything.



Maybe Peter Parker might have a crush on you.

Just maybe.


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Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: n/a

Prompt / Scenario by: @stuckimaginationuniverse


Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

It was nearly midnight on a Thursday night, you sat at the bus stop, arms around yourself, trying to keep yourself warm. You quietly sobbed, shivering in the winter cold as you thought of the events that had happened tonight - your luck this year must suck - your parents recently had a nasty divorce, you had to move to Queens, leaving all your friends behind in Washington and you didn’t seem to fit in well in your new school, only having a couple of people to talk to but only for class purposes. 

All that aside, you had wanted to do well for the final exams coming up so you had been studying from when you were dismissed until the librarian in the city library kicked you out for the night and long and behold, on your way home, you had decided to take a shortcut home but in the month you have been living in Queens, no one had warned you that the small alleyway near 68th avenue was shady late at night.

Guess no one really warned you because a lot of people knew Spider-man patrolled a lot of the nights and the neighborhood was safe, but where was Spider-man when you were being robbed by a group of college students who looked like they were on something? They stripped you off of everything, even your winter coat. 

Guess even Spider-man couldn’t be bothered to save you, so where does that leave you? Freezing at the bus stop holding onto your broken nose after you had tried to fight them back. Man, they really didn’t know their limits.

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summaryyou are one of the select few who knows about spider-man. living across the hall from peter parker for years helped accomplished that. when the alien overlord thanos begins his invasion of earth, you know peter’s responsibility–but your heart says otherwise. 

pairings: peter parker x reader 

word count: 1645

a/n: this is set in the beginning of infinity war, and loosely inspired by the conversation between pepper & tony. the phrase “i wish we had more time” kept playing over and over in my head so i had to write something

The day began like any other day. The sun rose over the city, slowly and silently. People went about their lives as usual. Cars honked, birds chirped, planes flew overhead. Everything was…normal. 

Normal. What a strange word. 

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Originally posted by kpfun


Warnings: None.

Genre: fluff, romance.

“And where exactly do you think you’re going?”

Your partner questions, amusement lacing his tone as his fingers dug into your hips, applying just enough pressure to prevent your escape from his grasp.

Laughter tumbles from your lips whilst your frame wiggles against his.

“Let me be free, Peter,”

You gasp, despite having no true desire to abandon your partner.

Your fingers grasp his that wiggled against your skin in attempt to cease the tickling. He holds you against his chest and simply laughs.

“Not until you give me a kiss,”

With a huff, your arms throw themselves in the air in surrender.

“Okay, Okay. I give,”

He displays a grin of not only amusement but excitement. You turn your body that continued to be held within his strong grasp and place your chest against his.

Your lips find his blushing cheek and press a tender kiss to the heated skin. A grin crosses his features as his eyes peek open, shyly.

“I think you missed that time, try again?”

With a sigh of fiegned annoyance, your eyes roll before your hand rests upon his chest, right where his fluttering heart thumped.

Your eyes fall close as you swooped in to bring your lips to move against his in a slow yet meaningful kiss.

Without pulling away, your lips graze against his as you question him.

“Was my aim better this time?”

A light huff of laughter filled the air around as he nodded.


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For Now, We May Remain Silent

A Pride and Prejudice AU


“God forbid you pick up anything by Jane Austen.” - Paris Geller, Gilmore Girls

Pairings: Peter x MJ, Wanda x Vision, Tony x Pepper
Genre: not historical, definitely angsty slow-burn
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/?


Isolated, but secure―that’s life for the Stark family at the Upstate compound, five years after the second Snap. However, when a nearby property is suddenly sold, they gain an intriguing neighbour and the realization that security isn’t the same as happiness.

Not everything worth fighting for comes at the price of war. Not every new acquaintance makes a good first impression.

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Hey! Can u do headcanons/short fic for peter and shuri's friendship? They both are so cool i rlly love their characters

I haven’t done head canons here so how about that option?

  • Out of the two, the one who would be more determined to created relationship would most likely be Peter, this due to the fact that he would be more animated and enthusiastic once meeting Shuri, having heard of her accomplishments. But he would also greatly attempt to compose himself and talk calmly because of who she is but his excitement shows through regardless
  • Shuri, a princess and heir to the Black Panther mantle, is a proud and confident person because she’s the best in the world, and she knows she’s the best, and as much as Peter regurgitates compliments and flattery her bar of expectation is held forty feet high and her expectations are the same for anyone who has ever requested or spoke desires to work with or under her—and an apprenticeship is the very thing Peter tries to subtly slip out.
  • And even though she’s confident and exceedingly intelligent and she normally congratulates effort, Shuri doesn’t withhold criticism—like she’d done with Bruce and Tony over attempts of removing the stone from Vision’s forehead. (”I’m sure you did your best.”)
  • So while Shuri amuses Peter and asks where he gets his material for his original super-suit that started it all, her nose wrinkles and she doesn’t exactly want to believe when he shares, blurting out words before thinking: “I got the base material from an old outfit of my uncle’s but I made the web-shooters on my own from back alleys or in…the cans people didn’t want…or had thrown out.” His speech grows quieter with each pause.
  • “So you…willingly went into...garbages?
  • Used to,” he very quickly corrects.
  • “Oh…okay.”
  • And she nods, admits that she’s still very impressed, and doesn’t speak or depreciate or even bring it up again unless he does first. (Which he doesn’t at first, mortified that he’d spoken with that to a literal princess. But when he does again, self-proclaiming himself a “dumpster diver” and she giggling that he called himself that, not her does the teasing begin.)
  • For the longest time Shuri high-key judges Peter about other things—his bad fashion designs, his taste in music, joking that he would easily sunburn—this tagged on with him having trailed after Tony Stark and him spoken that he admires Bruce Banner; she teases him relentlessly just like she would have done with the two other men. Only after learning that Peter grew up in poverty with his aunt, not that he had been cheap, and that doesn’t gain any sort of financial compensation from Stark, it all going to Pepper Pots, does Shuri turn down a lot of her teasing.
  • Although Shuri is a very judgmental person and her mother is still working with her to tone it down to being undetectable, she personally tries not to make the acts of those who came before (parents, mentors, idols) color her thoughts of others, and because of this she honestly didn’t warm up to Peter very quickly. She, like others, don’t exactly favor Tony Stark knowing his empire having been built on blood and war and military collaboration. But once becoming familiar and Peter’s personality having grown on her, Peter becomes the one white boy she doesn’t mind having around.
  • Also having been brought up in a culture that teaches respect to the generation before, Shuri is well aware that the potential her generation holds is incredibly strong. And after inspecting his web-shooters one day, impressed by the improved detail and patterns and chemicals used but severely criticizing Peter’s design because the boy needed pointers, she defends, does Shuri finally offers him a position alongside her to which Peter obviously jumped to.
  • Peter becomes Shuri’s assistant: sometimes it’s to be her extra hands back in the USA, sometimes it’s to be her messenger, and most times it’s observatory work and help in the lab whenever she’s available, sharing ideas, figuring out equations, tinkering, building, and all the science galore.
  • Going on six years later, Peter is still Shuri’s favorite and eager volunteer to test her inventions in their completion or creation.
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Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (Female) 


Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

Summary: (Y/N) never understood science-based subjects, despite putting all her efforts into studying them. Kids at school bullied her, her father, Tony Stark, was disappointed in her, and the Avengers looked the other way. Peter Parker, her best friend, and secret crush for almost two years was always there supporting her when she needed someone. However, since he became an Avenger and her dad’s ‘favorite kid’, (Y/N) doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be around. 

You find yourself struggling to exist with everything working against you, and instead of asking others for help, you turn to your sketchbook.

Warnings: Suicidal ideations, depression, mentions of self-harm

A/N: Hello world! I hope everyone is doing well! I’ve been going through weird moods where I have to push myself to write, so I apologize if this came out later than expected. This series has two more chapters to go after this! I can’t believe it’s ending soon :( 

Thank you for all your support. It means the world to me! 

Chapter 6: I Love You

Words: 2229


Peter scoops you into his arms frantically, and you let him, tired of even trying anymore. 

He shoots a web at the closest building, and before you know it, you and Peter are airborne. You hold onto Peter loosely, not caring about falling out of his embrace. However, Peter’s grip was tight, holding onto you more intensely than you’ve ever felt before. 

Within the minute, the two of you land roughly on a rooftop. Peter noticed that the edges of the roof caved in a little and acted as small walls, so he carefully puts you down. Propping you up on the walls, he lifts your chin so you’re looking into his eyes. 

“(Y/N)…” Peter breathes out. “Please, I need you to talk to me. What do you mean you don’t want to live anymore?” 

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send me a 🎧 with a number from 1-100 and i’ll write you a ficlet using my corresponding spotify wrapped song as a prompt

from @billdenbrough: 29

the other side of paradise - glass animals

this song as some super dark themes despite the awesome instrumentals–I decided not to follow the song to a T but still went with the important elements

summary: You and Tom are dating while his career takes off, and he has to move to California to “make it”. However, you could not afford to move with him so you both agree to do long distance. Unfortunately, the glitz and glamour of Hollywood is too much for the relationship and it spirals. 

“Are you sure this is what you want?” you asked him once again, handing him his favorite sweatshirt. 

“This is the next step in my career, darling, how could I not go?” he replied, tugging it over his head. “You know I would take you with me in a heartbeat–is that what you’re worried about? The distance?”

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Promises Masterlist

Parts 1-4 & Bonuses 1-3


P A R T S:

Sneak Peek: “It hurts so bad and I don’t know how to fix it.”

Part One: “Because one of these times…one of these times I’m afraid you won’t come home at all.”

Part Two: “It was funny how heartbreak exhausted you, made you numb enough to forget the basics.”

Part Three: “But a second was enough; it had to be. It had to be, or you would have been hopeless a long time ago.”

Part Four: “ ‘Stop,’ he snapped, his voice taut and bitter again. ‘You’ll only make it worse.’ “


B O N U S E S :

Bonus One: “ ‘I love you, Spider-Man,’ you said softly, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. ”

Bonus Two: “But seeing Peter and Y/N now, the former kissing Y/N’s cheek with a smile while the latter continued to giggle, Tony knew everything would be okay.”

Bonus Three: “ ‘I’m sorry,’ Tony said, still staring. ‘Did you just say babies? As in plural? As in babies, not baby?’ ”

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SO SORRY I WENT ON A UNEXPECTED HIATUS. I’m a junior in college, so things have gotten hectic, but I am no longer in school, so I have a ton of time to write. I just wanted to announce that:

Starting Dec. 13th, I will be having a 12 Days of Christmas Celebration!!

I will be taking requests every day of these 12 days! My gift to you guys this holiday season! You can request fucking anything you want and I will write it out. So, please, SEND ME A MESSAGE. 

H A P P Y  H O L I D A Y S ! ! ! !

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