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I wrote this fic almost a year ago, one of my first irondad one-shots and my writing has improved so much lmao, but I didn’t have a tumblr back then, so I thought it was worth posting here. also May dates doc ock which happens in the comics but was still uncomfortable to write lol

summary - something nefarious

“I didn’t,” he said, then frowned. “I don’t. I’m just… distracted.”

Mr. Stark’s raised eyebrow demanded an answer.

“…Umm,” said Peter. He picked the first non-college thought that popped into his head. “Well Aunt May has this new boyfriend.”

“And you hate him.”

“Well, yeah.”

“Sounds about right,” said Mr. Stark, with a sigh, as Peter checked his phone.

Peter gets beat up by May's new boyfriend, because May's new boyfriend is Doc Ock and Peter is nosey.

Tony just wants to work on a car with his Spidey son and send him to college in one piece.

read on ao3 or after the undercut

Peter stared at the car parts scattered across the floor. He tried to remember enough to start assembling, or to at least make a little bit of progress before Mr. Stark looked away from whatever he was working on and saw no changes were made. It was useless. He couldn’t concentrate. Not on that. Not during that particular moment.

His thoughts belonged elsewhere, anywhere else, actually, but mostly not there. On the car. Completing the car meant completing a lie, or more importantly, led Peter closer to the moment he’d have to confess to Mr. Stark that he wouldn’t be attending MIT in the fall and therefore wouldn’t need this particular graduation present.

Peter had trouble deciding what would upset Mr. Stark more, his choice of school or that attending NYU rendered his gift useless.

“Every college man needs a car,” he had told him, then proceeded to try and rush off to get him a brand-new Audi. Peter’s lucky to have both May and Pepper. They were there to force him into a compromise

.May picked out some rundown car at a junk lot, and Mr. Stark would help him fix it up.

This compromise meant every Saturday that summer belonged to the workshop. He didn’t mind that part. Spending time with Mr. Stark was one of his favorite things to do. Especially there, in the workshop, where new Iron Man suits were born. If Peter were really going away to Massachusetts for school next fall, which he definitely wasn’t, he would miss him, almost as much as May.

The thought crossed his mind that he might end up missing Mr. Stark after all. Peter isn’t completely above pretending to be at MIT while he really hung around New York. It sounded a lot better and like a lot less drama than giving him the bad news.

“You were right,” said Mr. Stark. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he stood over where Peter worked, or pretended to work, on the floor. “Clearly you don’t need my help.”

“I didn’t,” he said, then frowned. “I don’t. I’m just… distracted.”

Mr. Stark’s raised eyebrow demanded an answer.

“…Umm,” said Peter. He picked the first non-college thought that popped into his head. “Well Aunt May has this new boyfriend.”

“And you hate him.”

“Well, yeah.”

“Sounds about right,” said Mr. Stark, with a sigh, as Peter checked his phone.

“Oh shit,” he said, and struggled to get to his feet. He sprinted to the other side of the workshop, grabbed his bookbag from the floor, then sprinted back to Mr. Stark. “I’m going to be late. I’m supposed to be meeting him tonight.”

He waited for the blow to come. A sarcastic comment. An ill-received joke. Peter prepared to defend himself for hating the man without ever meeting him, but the blow never came. This is something that, maybe, Mr. Stark understood, too. Peter didn’t need a reason to dislike any of May’s boyfriends, although he felt like he had plenty from overheard bits of conversations on the phone.

His name was reason enough. Doctor Otto.

Peter looked up once he adjusted the strap of his bookbag, and followed Mr. Stark’s gaze over to the car, if it could even be called a car at that point, sitting in the middle of the room.

“At this rate it’s never gonna be finished by fall.”

“Sorry Mr. Stark,” said Peter. “I’ll come back tomorrow?”

“Nope, tomorrow I’m spending the day with Pepper,” he said, then pointed at him. “Next Saturday I’m helping you, and cut it out with the Mr. Stark, alright? I told you. It’s Tony. You’re an adult now. Use your big boy words.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Stark.”

Peter was almost out the door when he heard Mr. Stark grumble, “Smartass.”

He was, as predicted, late for dinner. He opened the apartment door to one of the most traumatizing sights he’d ever seen in his eighteen years of life. May and Doctor Otto were standing uncomfortably close, but worse of all, they were breaking apart, as if they’d been closer, as if they’d been kissing.

His eyes settled over the man, but Peter’s feet stayed planted in the foyer, letting the door fall shut behind him. Doctor Otto was tall, with dark hair and fit. His button up shirt stuck too close to his skin, but that wasn’t the most unsettling observation Peter made that night. It was the look in his eyes. Possibly, it was the same look Peter gave him as he sized him up, as the both of them were making up their minds about each other there in his aunt’s apartment.

The apartment they used to share with his uncle Ben.

“You must be Peter,” said Otto. He broke out of the kitchen and started across the apartment towards him.

“Obviously.”

Otto looked taken back for a half-second, then quickly recovered and pretended he hadn’t heard the tone. Behind him, May glared and mouthed at him to be nice.

“I’m Otto,” he said. His grip was loose and flimsy, like a fish out of water or a man who’s trying too hard to pretend to be unassuming. Peter knew better than to fall for that. “May told me so much about you.”

“Really?” said Peter. “I haven’t heard very much about you at all actually…”

“Peter,” said May, marching across the kitchen and joining them in the foyer. She stood by Otto, on his side, and hooked her arm through his. “He’s joking.” She looked at Peter. “You’re joking, but the joke’s over now.”

The couple walked back into the kitchen, arms still linked, and Peter swallowed misplaced stomach acid. His feet felt like dead weights as he followed them to the kitchen table. He didn’t know how he would make it through dinner without puking, but he should at least try it. He should at least try to be polite even if Otto made his skin crawl and his stomach turn, just so May wouldn’t kill him once he left. If he ever left.

He looked so comfortable on May’s side of the dinner table, where Ben used to sit, Peter wasn’t so sure they would ever get rid of him.

He stayed polite by keeping his responses as short as possible. He nodded when he could, he forced himself to smile, and occasionally, would make a noise that implied he was paying attention and actually, he was. Otto went on and on about his research with radioactive substances, maybe trying to impress him, but after spending so much time with Mr. Stark, it was hard to be impressed by someone so mediocre.

“I’ve heard you’re pretty into science yourself,” said Otto. There was a stray lasagna noodle hanging on his chin, and Peter had a hard time looking anywhere else. “I’ll have to get your opinion on my work sometime.”

“Oh,” said Peter. He looked down at his plate and pushed a few noodles around with his fork. “I doubt I would have the time for that. I intern for Mr. Stark, and he keeps me pretty busy.”

May narrowed her eyes at Peter, who stared right back. Otto was her boyfriend. It didn’t mean he was obligated to spend time with him.

“I’m sure he does,” said Otto, and Peter smiled for the first time since coming home, enjoying the bit of jealousy laced into his voice.

That night, Peter laid in bed and stared at his ceiling. The more his brain turned and turned and turned with all that talking about radioactive substances, about wanting to work with them, about AIs that would allow him to do it, the more it didn’t sound right. AIs were dangerous in the wrong hands. Peter didn’t think they should be trusted in the same hands that had trouble keeping food on his plate or in his mouth.

He didn’t sleep until he resolved to start an investigation, and to not give it up until he found something so incriminating May would break up with him.

Peter had a simple plan.

He set his alarm early, at least for an otherwise lazy Sunday morning, and stayed in his room. He pretended to be asleep until he heard the shower water running. He slipped out of bed and made his footsteps light as he crept into May’s bedroom. Her phone sat on the nightstand, and once in his hands, it was an easy hack. Something so simple and learned so easily by spending enough time around Mr. Stark, who was quick to teach Peter anything he wanted to know. He scrolled with his thumb until he found Otto’s contact information, grinning when he finally came across what he’d been looking for, an address.

He sent it to his phone, wiped the message history and returned it to its original position on the nightstand.

By the time May came out of the bathroom, Peter sat at the kitchen table, watching YouTube videos on his phone and eating a bowl of cereal. The empty box laid sideways on the table.

“Good morning, May,” he said, as she walked past him.

She headed to the coffee pot, or at least she had started in that direction. She backtracked several steps to stand in the kitchen entryway, observing him with her hands on her hips, until Peter was forced to acknowledge her.

“No.”

“No to what?”

“To whatever you’re up to,” she said. “I know that look, and I know what it means.”

“But I’m not even doing anything.”

“Does what you’re not doing have anything to do with Otto, by any chance?” she asked. Peter blinked at her, and she pulled on her we’re-about-to-have-a-serious-discussion face while she pulled out the chair next to him. “Did you know all those nights you spend going off, having your little Avengers missions, I sit here in this kitchen, by myself, worrying to death about you? Every single time. It never gets less scary, but it always ends the same way. Do you know how?”

“Umm…” said Peter. He had a feeling he knew, but he felt like answering would be walking into a trap.

“With you coming through that door complaining,” she said. “Mr. Stark is so over-protective. He’s paranoid! He won’t let me anything –“

“-My voice isn’t that high.”

“The point,” said May. “Is that you are doing the same thing, with me, now.”

Peter dropped his spoon, and looked at her, really looked at her. She made a good point. He hated that, because this situation was clearly different. Relationships were definitely more dangerous than his missions with the Avengers.

“I miss Ben too, but I have to start dating again sometime, you know?”

“I know,” said Peter. “Does it have to be this guy, though?”

May rolled her eyes, stood up and headed to her beloved coffee pot. “Give him a chance, Peter.”

“Okay.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. Peter would give him a chance, just as soon as he investigated and only if he couldn’t find anything on him. He hoped he would. His aunt deserved someone better than the idiot who talked only about himself all evening with a noodle hanging off his chin.

His investigation started later on that same day.

Peter sat cross-legged on the top of Otto’s apartment building while he ate his dinner, a slightly cold sandwich from Delmar’s. He picked it up on the way over, with the intention of being able to eat it when he got home, but this stake-out was taking longer than he expected. It only served to prove Peter’s suspicions. Otto was up to something nefarious. Obviously. There was no other reason for him to be away from his apartment all day long when he told May he was spending the day grocery shopping and doing laundry.

He waited hours on that rooftop, watching the city below him and listening to all its sounds, only to finally tire out and head back home empty handed. Without any evidence. He hadn’t been entirely sure what he expected to find there, anyway.

Peter crawled through his bedroom window, then heard it. He ditched his suit for regular clothes and discovered the reason Otto hadn’t returned home to his apartment. He was here. On the couch with May. Watching a movie with his arm around her.

“Oh hey, Peter,” said May. She paused the movie, and both pairs of eyes stared him down. “I didn’t know you were home. Do you want to watch this with us?”

“He probably doesn’t have the time,” said Otto. It was lighthearted, but it grated at Peter’s nerves.

He dismissed himself. Politely. He could foreign politeness just as well as Otto could pretend to be meek.

Peter paced in his room. Back and forth, back and forth, thinking fast and frantic. He stopped when his thoughts did, when his he lifted his head from staring at the floor and his eyes fell over to his desk drawer. A new idea, like a spark, sent him barreling to his knees in front of the drawer. He yanked it open and searched through it, pulling out papers and graded homework from years before as it did.

But it was useless. They were all gone. A tracker would have been perfect, would have done his job for him, but they weren’t anymore left. Not in his drawer, or in his suit.

There was one more option but asking Mr. Stark for more trackers invited his questions. He collapsed on his bed, realizing he didn’t have much of a choice, and put his scheme against Otto off until Saturday.

It rolled around fast, and Mr. Stark hadn’t been kidding when he told him he’d be helping him this time around. Within five minutes of his arrival at the workshop, the two of them were side-by-side, shoulders nearly touching, face-up underneath the frame of the car. He passed him tools, explained to him what did what, and what to screw and where. It was almost like having a dad again, and it pushed Otto and the tracker to the very back of his brain.

He just wanted to enjoy the moment.

But when there wasn’t May and her boyfriend to worry about, his mind reverted back to worrying over the moment he confessed to Mr. Stark MIT wasn’t happening.

Thinking about not going ached like regret. He wasn’t just disappointing Mr. Stark, but himself. As fall got closer and closer, he realized more and more MIT was the perfect place for him. He didn’t understand how Mr. Stark knew that long before Peter, but none of it mattered. It didn’t change anything. He still couldn’t go.

He already declined the offer, and there were two very good reasons that went into that decision. The first was Queens. His city still needed Spider-Man. The second was more important. He couldn’t leave May. Who else would investigate and stalk her boyfriends, or eat Thai food on the couch while watching trash reality TV?

A nudge on his shoulder broke him out of his thoughts.

“Let’s take a break,” said Mr. Stark. They both scooted out from under the car and sat up. Mr. Stark threw a rag at him. Peter used it immediately, wiping off the black smudges he felt on his cheeks, then his hands. “How’s the situation with May and the new boyfriend?”

“His name is Otto,” said Peter. “He’s a tool.”

“Otto, huh? No wonder why you don’t like him,” Mr. Stark stood and walked over to a stool where his phone sat, leaving Peter to sit on the floor, using his hands as props to support the rest of his body.

Peter stared at the back of Mr. Stark’s head while he strolled through his phone. He figured it was now or never. To ask about those trackers, not for the college confession. He still had a couple of weeks until he would need to disclose that information, and he planned to procrastinate as long as possible. He found his voice, though it wavered when his request was said out loud, causing Mr. Stark to turn around and look away from the phone in his hand.

“Why? What for?”

“To track… someone,” said Peter.

Mr. Stark tilted his head at him. Forget being trapped under buildings. He was eighteen years old and one look from him turned him back into a guilty first-grader. It ruled out the possible scheme of pretending to be in Massachusetts in the fall. He’d never be able to pull that off.

“I got that,” he said. “Who?”

“No one important.”

He made a face like he didn’t believe him but walked away and returned with a handful of the tiny trackers despite his unanswered questions. He passed them to Peter, who had to stand to collect them. He shoved them in the smallest pocket of his bookbag.

“So, what is it this time?” he asked. “Man who thinks he’s a bird? Another lizard guy?”

“Nothing that like.”

He made the same face. It was every bit pinched as it was disbelieving, as if there were questions beating down a wall in his mind. Old Mr. Stark didn’t have that wall. He wouldn’t sat him down and demanded to know exactly what the trackers were used for. New Mr. Stark, who was inspired either by Pepper or a therapist, maybe both, let it go. He asked questions. He pried, but he didn’t stop him from making his own mistakes.

Sometimes Peter missed the old version. He felt less guilty about lying to helicopter Mr. Stark.

“If you’re ever in over your head,” he said. He twirled a screw-driver in his hand. “I’m just a phone call away.”

Peter looked at him, really looked at him and saw the scruff, dirt and grime instead of the billionaire wearing a suit and sunglasses. It was the workshop effect. Everything became a little more real, a little more transparent under the grease and dust, and under the dim lighting, Mr. Stark was just someone who worried too much about the people he loved.

And also, someone who was getting better and better at heaping on the guilt without even trying to do it.

The golden opportunity to put a tracker on Otto presented itself later on that same evening. Him and May were close on the couch, in their usual positions, as Peter stomped through the living room, still covered in the grease and dust of the workshop and swallowing another bout of stomach acid. They didn’t notice him, so he didn’t even try to be discrete when he slipped a tracker inside the seams of Otto’s coat.

He shouldn’t have left it out in the open like that. Just hanging on a kitchen chair.

After that, all he needed to do was wait, and he didn’t even have to do that for very long.

Otto excused himself from their movie night unusually early. As soon as Peter heard the apartment door shut, he pulled his mask on and watched the blue dot which represented Otto move across the map. It didn’t go to the dodgy apartment building where he lived. It went to the labs where he worked. Awfully late to be going to work. Unless that was his angle. To access the lab when the rest of the employees weren’t around and couldn’t see what he was doing.

Only one way to find out.

He suited up and followed the beacon to the labs. He was done pretending to be polite, so slamming through one of the windows and shattering glass everywhere as he tumbled into the building didn’t seem like an imposition. No alarm sounded, either, which was an added bonus.

The last thing he needed was for him to be tipped off about Spider-Man’s arrival.

He followed faint noises to find Otto, and when he got to the room he was in, he crawled up the wall and stuck to the ceiling, watching upside down as Otto maneuvered around the lab, unaware of his presence. Nothing seemed special. Nothing seemed to catch Peter’s eyes, until Otto walked over to a place in the lab he wouldn’t have known to look if he hadn’t gone over there.

He strapped himself into a harness, and from that harness, gained four new arms. Mechanical ones, with claws at the ends of them, and they were snapping. It concerned Peter that all four of them were extending upward, in his direction, but in retrospect it probably should’ve concerned him a little bit more. It just took one sudden movement, one metal tentacle shooting up fast and abrupt inches from where Peter hung to send him somersaulting to the ground.

He stuck the landing with his shoulders stuck out for balance, and looked up, looked into the eyes of Otto Octavius and saw the same something nefarious he saw the first time he met him. Granted, it was hard to take seriously with four mechanical claws floating around and snapping at him.

“What are you supposed to be?” asked Peter. Maybe Mr. Stark wasn’t too far off with his guesses that had to do with animals. “An octopus?”

“Glad you could finally find the time to join me, Peter.”

“Wait, what –“

“You’re really not that great at keeping secrets,” said Otto. His eyes drifted off to the equipment to his left, then back to Peter. “So, I’m sure you’ll understand this isn’t personal. I just can’t have you running off and telling Iron Man about all this.”

It was over before it started. While Peter was busy looking at all the things Otto didn’t want to Mr. Stark to find out about. He didn’t know what they were, or what they did, or why it would mean trouble for him if Iron Man discovered it, but that didn’t stop him from attacking.

Fast and abrupt just like the first time. He managed to dodge the first, but the second caught him in his belly and swatted him against the wall. He crashed to the floor, awkward and ungraceful, and thanks to his upgraded hearing, could hear the bone in his leg snapping before he even felt it. But the pain did come and distracted him from the third metal arm that lifted him up and pinned him against the wall.

It was Otto’s real hands that punched him, hit him hard in the stomach, on the face, but all Peter felt was the pain in his leg. He kept his focus there when the punching stopped, when Otto’s hands came up around his neck and cut off his air supply.

He was about to get killed by a man who couldn’t eat without getting food on his face.

That’s when he heard it. The gloriously familiar sound Iron Man made when he hovered, followed by his voice.

“Get your grubby tentacles off my kid, kraken.”

Peter was dropped to the floor, on his pitifully broken leg, but he felt better than fine. For all the aches and pains, even the stabbing one in his leg, he knew this was a fight that wouldn’t last long, either. There was no stomach acid as he watched Otto attempt to smack Iron Man around with those ridiculous metal arms. Mr. Stark wasn’t distracted, was ready for it and simply blasted him away with his repulsor beam. He flew across the room, crashed into the wall the same way Peter had and thudded to the floor.

Mr. Stark wasn’t done, though, even if Otto was no longer in any condition to fight. He didn’t stop until every single one of the metal arms were disbanded, snapped in half or otherwise disposed, and it isn’t until Otto is knocked unconscious that Mr. Stark lands next to Peter.

“Mr. Ssstark –“ said Peter. “I - I didn’t call.”

“Yeah, well, you’re just lucky you weren’t the only one tracking someone tonight, kid,” he said. He kneeled down next to him. “What’s the damage?”

“Leg’s broken.”

He felt the pain then, all at once, as if saying it out loud made it present. He gasped, and Mr. Stark winced. He turned his head, leveled another glare at Otto, and for a second, Peter thought he might go back over there, kick him while he’s down and unconscious, but the moment passed. Mr. Stark wrapped his arm around Peter’s shoulder’s, and very carefully, put his other arm under his legs, eventually scooping him off the ground.

Any energy he usually would have spent protesting being carried is focused towards the pain radiating throughout his body. He shut his eyes and hoped to pass out while they went soaring into the night’s sky.

They put him on painkillers.

Mr. Stark’s medical team were quick about that one, and the drugs were fast. They were both speedy and strong. He didn’t remember much about the process of having his leg set and casted, but he did remember voices murmuring up above him. He couldn’t quite hold on to them, but they were talking, amazed, about his healing abilities. It would take just a couple of days for his leg to be back to normal, and less than that for the bruises to disappear.

Until then, however, he was laid up on Mr. Stark’s couch. His leg was propped up, in a blue cast and there were lots of pillows supporting his back, so he could sit up without effort. Everything came back into focus. The blurriness in his head cleared up as the pain started to trickle back in. Then he remembered.

He had just one concern.

“I need to call May,” said Peter, and to his shock, a voice answered back.

“Already done.”

He slowly, carefully, turned his head and saw Mr. Stark in the recliner, staring at him.

“Don’t worry,” he told him. “I broke the news to her about the octopus, too.”

“Is he –“

“-He’s alive,” said Mr. Stark. “Uh, he just won’t be doing very much for a while, and he definitely won’t be calling your aunt back.”

Relief flooded through muscles that should’ve ached. Mission accomplished, but it didn’t feel as good as he thought it would. It sort of sucked, actually. That May started dating again just to get stuck with Otto. That her happiness got delayed again. It only served to reinforce his already made-up about staying in the city for school.

He looked at Mr. Stark. It was the perfect time for the truth about college. While he was drugged out and the consequences didn’t seem as bad, and while he was bruised and broken to the point Mr. Stark would feel guilty if he started to yell.

“I have to tell you something,” said Peter.

Mr. Stark looked up from his phone and didn’t miss a beat. “I already know you think you’re not going to MIT, Peter.”

Maybe it was still the drugs, but he didn’t quite catch what was said, or at least the implication behind what was said.

“W-what?”

“You’re a terrible liar,” he said. “And I knew you would end up getting cold feet, so I paid someone at the admissions office to keep an eye out for your acceptance status. When you declined, idiot move by the way, I just had the evidence destroyed and sent in the deposit for your first semester instead.”

It was said so simply. As if it were completely normal behavior to employ spies at a university, and as if semesters at MIT were cheap. This was helicopter Mr. Stark. He never really left. He just tried to change during the moments that really mattered, or the ones that didn’t. Peter couldn’t figure out which way it went, but either way, he felt the only appropriate reaction was anger. Only as much anger as the medication would allow, though.

He still felt pretty fuzzy.

“…you can’t just do that,” said Peter. “You can’t just accept on my behalf and force me to go.”

“Sure I can, I already did.” said Mr. Stark. He leaned back in the recliner. “Tell me that you really don’t want to go. Convince me, and I’ll pull my deposit and put it towards a school closer to home.”

Peter didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. He, apparently, wasn’t capable of lying even without the drugs, so he didn’t see a point in trying. All that was left was the truth.

“I can’t leave May, or Queens.”

“Your aunt is more than capable of protecting herself,” said Mr. Stark. “And you know she wouldn’t want you to sit out of college her behalf. She would never forgive herself, and besides, I’ll still be here.”

“Spider-Man –“

“-will take a break.”

Peter didn’t attempt anymore arguments. There wasn’t any Mr. Stark wouldn’t easily counter, and there wasn’t any energy left in him to try it. He was going to MIT in the fall. It was inevitable now, and different, because he could blame Mr. Stark for it every time he felt like it was selfish. It was a better gift than paying his tuition, really. That he could go to the college he wanted and push all the guilt on Mr. Stark for manipulating the situation.

He’d still feel bad about leaving Aunt May, of course, but he figured Mr. Stark was right. She would feel bad if he didn’t go, and he’d end up feeling terrible either way.

The conversation was officially over, so Mr. Stark provided him with more painkillers, a cold-pack for his swelling eyes, a glass of water and a demand for him to get some rest. The pills made him sleep, and when he woke up, he felt better. Still hurt, but better than the night before. Well enough even to get up and try to move around on the crutches.

He found Mr. Stark in the workshop and stopped, sudden and shocked, at the shiny car sitting in the middle of the room.

“Mr. Stark,” said Peter. He leaned on the crutches, putting his full weight there instead of his good leg. “How long was I asleep?”

“Just the night,” said Mr. Stark. “And half the day. Why?”

“What is that?”

“Your car,” he said. “Don’t you recognize it?”

“No. This… this can’t be the same car.”

The car they’d be working on was rusty and falling apart despite all their effort. This one looked new and fast.

“Maybe I put some custom parts in it,” he said. There were a few seconds of silence. “Maybe I put a lot of custom parts in it.”

“May’s going to flip.”

“She’s not going to be thrilled about those bruises, either, genius, but I figured it’ll be better if we get it over with all at the same time.”

Peter nodded, and Mr. Stark was correct. She wasn’t thrilled with his broken leg, or his black-eyes and bruises. He had returned to the couch in the penthouse living room when she arrived. She sat next to him, looking him over, and apologized.

“I should’ve known,” she said. “I’m so sorry, Peter.”

Hearing her apologize hurt worse than any of his injuries. This one was Peter’s fault. Otto turned out to be crazy only by chance. He only stumbled into some scheme he didn’t even understand, and next time, he knew that wouldn’t be the case. That eventually May would date someone normal, who wasn’t Ben, and he’d have to accept that, from miles away in Massachusetts.

Thanks to Mr. Stark’s meddling he didn’t have much time left in Queens. Just a few weeks.

“I’m sorry too,” said Peter. “I promise I won’t go all Mr. Stark on you next time you date someone… unless there really is –“

May narrowed her eyes.

“I promise I won’t stalk your next boyfriend.”

“That’s all I can ask for,” said May. She looked around the big, empty living room. “Where’s Tony? He said he had something to show me…”

Peter happily directed her to the workshop, happy for once someone else was in trouble and not him. That he had nothing to do with the under authorized upgrades on his graduation present. He watched her disappeared into the elevator, preferring the couch over front seats to seeing May berate Mr. Stark about the car. He needed the rest to heal, and anyway, he was pretty sure he’d be able to hear the shouting that he knew was coming.

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jilly gets together part three.

The walk was probably the least awkward part of the evening. They headed down to the park with lily and james holding hands and leading the way. The rest of the group hung back a little way with the occasional Sirius trying to make james blush by coming with in ear shot. That quickly came to an end when remus whispered to Sirius “how would you feel if james was doing that to us?” just loud enough for Sirius to hear and no one else. It did put Sirius in his place though and he stopped the antics.

They get to the park and lily is so happy she missed seeing a sign that was left for her. A small token as form of communication between her and snape to let the other one know they were there and wanted to talk. Snape had put out the sign earlier in the afternoon. He knew it was a long shot that she would come to the park let alone want to talk to him, but he did it anyways and nestled in the bushes to wait for her to come and talk. He had been doing that every day sense break started. To his amazement he heard her voice, she sounded happy and joyful. His heart soon sunk as he heard four other voices. Ones that didn’t belong in his blissful summer world with lily. He heard james, peter, remus, and Sirius. He was blocked in. he had no choice but to stay where he was or be seen by them, so he waited and hoped he wouldn’t be there to long.

Lily, to snapes dismay, was hand and hand with james and it caused him to become a little angry. The wind shifted directions and blew straight at the coming group. Remus’s head snapped up at the change and looked around. He had smelt that scent so many times before and knew exactly who was hiding. He leaned in to Sirius and whispered that Snivellus was some where watching them. Sirius laughed and went and whispered the same thing to james. James smiled and stopped the swing he was pushing lily on and started snogging her. she was snogging him back and wrapped her arms around him and pulled him a little closer.

James knew snape was there and that it was going to drive him mad. He wanted to cause snape as much pain as possible for what he did to lily. sure, the hate that had been there in the beging was jealousy that he was friends with lily but now he couldn’t stand him for the behavior he has shown toward her. Besides he longed to kiss lily more, their first kiss wasn’t enough to feed the hunger he has felt. He had dreamt of this moment for the past six years. He deepened the kiss for a fraction of a moment longer and broke the kiss.

He then whispered “I love you lils.”

She responded “I love you too prongs.”

Sirius then responded “wow, one hour in to your relationship and I already can’t stand you.”

“your one to talk” responded james “at least when we get to Hogwarts you don’t have to share a room with me and my significant other.”

“what is that supposed to mean.” Sirius retorted in a voice much stronger than he felt.

“you and another young man haven’t been dating for the school year?” he said slyly.

“what? Who are you dating Sirius?” lily said excitedly.

“no one you know” said remus trying not to blush and feel guilty at the same time

“yea” said Sirius.

“ok, I can take a hint I won’t out your boyfriend, but just watch it black, I have information that is critical to your survival.” Said james in a laughing and joyful way.

“oh yeah, I will like to see what is in that small brain of yours potter.” As he playfully pushes james and starts messing around and having a good time together.

Lily goes and sits by remus and asks “do you know who he is dating?”

“umm….yeah I do” he says while trying not to catch her gaze.

“it is ok, I already know to.” She said softly with a small smile.

Remus looked at her with a quizzical look “james?”

She laughed “no, I am not blind and your not exactly sneaky about it. Although I did surprise james when I told him.”

“wait, he didn’t know?” he said.

“no, I thought he did when I mentioned it, but the man is about as observant as a door nail.” She said laughing.

He breathed a sigh and said “that is true, he isn’t very good and spotting anything that isn’t a snitch.”

After a while they left the park and walked back. As they left the park lily noticed the all to familiar sign left by snape and her heart broke a little.

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highroadsteve · 6 years

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hatred (part two) — p.p.

pairing: peter parker x reader

warnings: just some fluff

summary: y/n feels like peter parker hates her due to how he acts after ned became friends with her

a/n: sorry this took so long, the first draft was complete a couple of days ago but i wasnt happy with it so i started again! hope you like it

masterlist - part one

“Oh my god you have a crush on me.”

Peter’s face immediately flushed, completely taken aback at the words he heard on the other end of the phone call. He began to stutter, his voice getting caught in the back of his throat until he finally took a breath and spoke.

“I...I do not. I just think you’re pretty, I swear! I...I don’t have feelings for you, I barely know you!” Peter regained his somewhat confidence as he choked out that sentence. It was honestly a little lie, he did have a tiny crush on you. He thought the way that you were outgoing and talked to Ned and MJ with no problem was cute and he loved having you around. You were always the one to make things fun, it felt as if you had a genuine smile every time he sees you and he loved it. It seems you just didn’t see his actions the way he saw them, as in it was his way of hinting you that you intimidate him because you’re so...you. But it wasn’t because he didn’t like you, that wasn’t it at all.

“Well maybe if you talked to me you can get to know me! I’m not a bad person, Parker.” He heard you sigh and he frowned, starting to feel extremely guilty over the entire situation.

“No, I know. I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to be rude.” Peter scratched the back of his head, laying down in his bed, his legs dangling off the edge. You giggled, becoming soft at his apologies. You honestly weren’t even mad anymore, you were just happy that he was keeping up a conversation with you for the first time.

“It’s okay Peter.”

The rest of the summer consisted of you, Peter, Ned, and MJ hanging out together almost daily. You were either going to the park and getting ice cream or just hanging out at someone’s place playing games and watching movies. Hanging out with them is always extremely fun and you were incredibly grateful to have found this little group of amazing people. It was one of the best summers you’ve ever experienced and the best part is that you got closer with each and every one of them.

You would hang out with them individually, them doing the same with each other. Sometimes it would be you hanging out with Ned playing card games and catching up on your lives, laughing your butts off when one of you cheated, resulting in the cards being thrown at the other and some shoving. Other times it would be hanging out with MJ doing the usual at her house listening to music and painting each other in watercolor, maybe even sometimes going on adventures outside, ending up at a cheap store in the corner and buying junk food. But lastly, you were able to hang out with Peter alone.

It was no longer awkward, his laugh starting to become your most favorite thing in the world. You would play video games with him, his jealousy obviously showing when you beat him at his favorite game. You two would do puzzles together, glueing the pieces together and deciding who takes it home. But your favorite activity to do together was listen to music and do your homework. Sure, it sounds lame but considering the amount of times that Peter had ignored you when you needed help with math, this was the holy grail of things to do.

“Wait, what? Peter, what’d you get for number twenty-one?” You asked, your legs on the wall and your notebook in the air in front of your face. Hearing him flip the pages of his notebook, you looked up at him as he sat cross-legged against his bed.

“Uhh, I got secant squared.” He replied after searching for his answer, causing you to groan in frustration and him to laugh.

“What did you do?” Peter asked through a soft laugh, leaning back so his spine would be straight. You quickly got up from your position, sitting next to him to show him your notebook. He leaned closer so he could see and hummed.

“One over cosine is secant, not cosecant.” He laughed again, leaning back into his original position. You rolled your eyes, looking into his.

“Who even assigned secant to cosine? Obviously cosecant would make more sense if it starts with a ‘c’.” The both of you laughed and then continued to do your work, your head resting on Peter’s shoulders unconsciously. It was just a natural thing to do since he’s right next to you and you were extremely tired but little did you know, Peter’s stomach was inhabited with butterflies. The blush quickly crept up to his face along with the small smile.

Summer had gone by quickly and it was finally your junior year. It was going to be the hardest year of your high school life and you didn’t expect the amount of work that you had to complete. Homecoming was on Friday and you were too busy to actually think about it, so you had completely forgotten that it was a thing until Peter had mentioned it to you on Wednesday.

You two were just walking home together, talking about anything that came to mind. The air was getting a little cold, considering it being autumn already, so you started shivering a bit, thinking about how much of a terrible idea it was to wear a short-sleeved shirt.

“You cold?” Peter asked, his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. You nodded, looking into his eyes.

“Well damn, Y/N, I can’t control the weather!” Peter bursted out laughing as you shoved him, a smile on your face. After he calmed down, he took off his hoodie and gave it to you, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you.

“So, do you have your dress for homecoming?” Peter asked, your eyes widening. As stated before, you completely forgot and it was in two days. The four of you had already planned to go together as a group during the summer, everyone showing up to Peter’s place and having Aunt May drive you there but here you are, completely unprepared without a dress.

“Oh, umm yeah of course.” You stretched out, your lips pressing into a thin line. Peter narrowed his eyes, a smirk starting to show up on his face. A blush crept up to your face.

“You are a horrible liar.” He poked your cheek, which resulted in you swatting his hand away and rolling your eyes with a smile.

“Y/N hurry up! You’re going to be late!” Your mom exclaimed from the living room. You groaned, quickly fixing up your hair and makeup. It was already eight in the evening and the game had just ended so the dance started right after. To your knowledge, Ned, MJ, and Peter were already at Peter’s house but you had been running a couple errands the entire day because someone didn’t have a dress.

The heels you were wearing clacked loudly as you made your way to the living room, almost falling the second you stepped out of your room. Your mom had been waiting with the door open and the car turned on so you jogged awkwardly and left.

Peter’s aunt greeted you with a huge smile and a big hug when she opened the door. The moment you walked in, you heard people yell your name in excitement, making you smile. You greeted the three of them with a hug and you all packed in the car to go to the dance.

Since the moment you got there, it got a little awkward only because no one really wanted to dance, which was expected, so you all just excitedly talked about how cool it was to be there.

While you were going to get some punch, Ned punched Peter in the arm. Peter looked at him like he was crazy because he did it out of nowhere. Both Ned and MJ nodded over to you talking to someone as you poured the drink. Peter shrugged, acting like he doesn’t know what they’re talking about. Ned shoved him hard this time and Peter groaned.

“What do you want me to do?” Peter snapped, Ned leaning back in annoyance.

“Go ask her to dance, you idiot.” MJ bluntly stated, taking a sip of her water. Peter sighed, looking over to you, his heart starting to race. The crush he had you last year had completely developed into something else. He was able to get closer to you, seeing just the incredibly genuine person you and he was definitely starting to fall in love with you. He probably already has but he was so, so scared that you didn’t feel the same way. Why would you? You could have any guy you want, you are absolutely gorgeous and he felt like he could never be enough for you.

However, there was something about the environment with people dancing everywhere and having fun that made him feel safe enough to ask you. Of course he was terrified, the fear creeping in the back of his head but the excitement in his chest is what made him start walking towards you. A cup in your hand and the lights flashing around you, you made your way back to the table and stopped once you saw Peter walking towards you. You smile, asking him what’s going on.

“Do you want to dance?” He asked, biting his lip nervously as he waited for your response. Heat rose up your neck up to your cheeks and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered. You nodded, the smile on your face growing wider.

After you had set down your cup on the table, Peter took a hold of your hand and led you to the dance floor.

It was a slow song, you had no idea which one, but either way you didn’t know how to dance and neither did he. Slowly wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer to you, his hands gently placed on your hips. The blue and red lights that flooded the place with color were gracefully touching Peter’s skin and you swore in that moment he looked like an angel. He could say the same about you.

As you started to sway, you laid your head on his shoulder, his own laying carefully on top of yours. The butterflies were still swarming in both of your stomachs, the nervousness still showing on your faces because in high school, this was considered something only a couple would do.

The song ended so you and Peter slowly pulled away, clapping along with everyone else in the room. Peter watched you with adoration, your smile seeming to be the brightest light in this room. He took your hand softly, people already starting to get back to their tables. You gave him a questioning look, seeing the small smile on his face.

With his other hand, he pulled you closer from your waist until you were pressed against him. Your heart was racing at this point, time starting to slow down when you looked at him in the eyes, glancing down to his lips. He smiled and leaned down slowly, closing his eyes, kissing you softly.

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faangirl101 · 6 years

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Like i would/ Dylan o’brien x reader

Pairing: Dylan obrien x reader

Summery: Song imagine of the song Like i would by Zayn. You met Dylan, your ex boyfriend, after 5 years. All old feeling come back. But can everything go back to the way it used to be.

Warnings: Violence, swearing, rape attempt, dirty talk/thoughts. Like really dirty. And sorry for typos

Hey, what's up? It's been a while

Talking 'bout it's not my style Thought I'd see what's up While I'm lighting up It's cold-hearted, cold-hearted

Dylans pov

That's when i saw her. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail before curling down her back, bouncing at her every step. Her skin was glowing natural and her plush lips covered in a small layer of red. A old jeans jacket was supported on her shoulders over a star wars t-shirt. A couple of out washed ripped jeans reached her ankles where she had a couple of dirty vans on. She was gorgeous. Just… absolutely gorgeous. My whole body was suddenly vibrating of adrenaline and i regret not taking my adderall today.

I felt a little dizzy. All our memories hit me like a truck and made my knees weak. I haven't seen her in 5 years. Y/n looked better than ever. Mature, yes, very mature. Her body was a woman's now. Her jeans hugging her curves just right and her t-shirt giving me a perfect view of her cleavage. Her breast seemed so much more swollen and just like her hair bounced every now and then. I had to look away when i felt the familiar twitch in my pants. I'm a grown man, for god's sake, i can't get a random boner in the middle of the supermarket because i see a old girlfriend.

Especially after how me and y/n ended things, i just can't. I can't even look at her without feeling guilty over everything i did. I shook my head for myself and coughed. I reached for the milk in front of me when my hand connected with someone else. “Oh, i'm sorry you can take it i can take….. another”, i started of but then i saw the other person. Of course it had to be her. Her eyes locked with mine and they were filled with nostalgia and something else…. sadness? I gulped nervously and smiled to her. She smiled back wider when i gave her the milk. “Dylan, umm hi”, she put the milk in her cart and meet my eyes again. I can't believe that i haven't thought about her in a whole year. “Hey y/n”, i tried to sound as positive as i could but my heart felt heavy. “You look good”, she said and gave me an honest smile that made my heart skip a beat. “Yeah… you to.. you look grown, i barely recognized you. You look amazing”, i sounded breathless and cursed for myself. Of course i had to fuck up and sound like a retard. But she smiled, showing of her white glistening teeth “Yeah, thank you. How is life treating you”.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and scratched the back of my neck “good i guess. I'm an kind of known actor now now so you could say life been treating me good”. I tried to sound chill about it but when i think about it it sounded cocky. “That's great Dyl, you always wanted to become an actor i'm so proud of you. I'm a nurse, soon a doctor so i would say life been good!”, she fiddled with her hands and licked her lips. I couldn't help but to let my eyes follow the movement of her tongue and the familiar twitch was back. I felt like a horny teenager all over again. “Hey y/n”, i felt like i had to say it “i feel really bad about how we ended things i just feel like you deserved more than me”.

The sadness in her eyes were back and she looked back to me “yeah, you deserved better than me to. I think about us sometimes, about what could have happened if everything would have gone less bad that night. If we would still be… at least friends”. I nodded since she pretty much said everything i was thinking. She looked behind her shoulder and i followed her eyes and saw who she was looking at. A tall man with dark hair and a black hoodie looked back at her and smiled. I felt my entire stomach pull itself together. Of course she had a boyfriend. I can't believe i thought else, she's gorgeous and nice and funny.

And it's not really my place to decide whatever she's single or not. And i have a girlfriend so i really shouldn't even think about it. But my body was still filled with jealousy. “I have to go”, she muttered and before any of us could react she pulled me into a hug. Her body was soft and warm against mine. I could smell the strawberry shampoo in her hair. I sighed and relaxed into the hug. And just like the hug started it ended as fast. “Bye Dylan, it was nice to meet you again.

And then she left. She left and the hole in my heart was back and all the guilt i felt 5 years ago was back and pumping in my veins. I really wish things didn't end the way they did.

Know it's late but I'm so wired Saw your face and got inspired Guess you let it go, now you're good to go It's cold-hearted, cold-hearted

Your pov

I saw Dylan yesterday. After all this years all the things i felt were still there. I saw his face in and my heart was split into two again. And it didn't really help over how gorgeous he looked. HIs hair was messy under his Mets cap but i could still see it. His chin was covered in a light stubble and eyes the same whiskey color i loved 5 year ago. He was taller then i remembered, and definitely not as ripped. I could practically see his muscles sticking out under his t-shirt. The moment i came home with Peter i dropped everything to google him.

He didnt lie when he said he was a well known actor. He had a big following and a great amount of movies. I binge watched them all yesterday and then just sat there with a hole in my heart. Even after we left everything 5 years ago i still loved him so much my entire body hurt. With shaking fingers i looked at his social media accounts. I saw on facebook he chosen in a relationship.

Of course he had a girlfriend. He was absolutely the most nice and pure person i knew. And not to mention fucking gorgeous. Then i looked at his twitter. Should i? maybe i shouldn't…. I mean we used to date but now we have no connection. I took a deep breath and decided. I'm going to message him. What's the worse thing that could happen? with a beating heart i wrote to him in the private message on twitter.

Hey dyl, it was good to see you. I'm once again sorry how it all ended. Just wanna make sure we good?

It may have sound better in my head, a lot better. I sighed and put my phone down to sleep. Peter moved next to me. Sure he was great and all, but he wasnt Dylan. i have never thought that way until now. But now its all… different. I groaned and cuddled down next to him. I was crazy. That's all, just fucking crazy.

He won't touch you like I do He won't love you like I would He don't know your body He don't do you right He won't love you like I would Love you like I would, like I would

Dylans pov

Me and y/n as been messaging. Sure i wasn't really doing anything wrong but it still felt like i was going behind Britts back. It was just innocent messaging between old friends, right? Yeah, she might have been my ex but we were friends a long time before we started dating. I miss that. I miss our friendship. We should have never started dating, we should just have stayed friends.

I never told Britt about dating Y/n, just that we used to be friends. I feel like i don't need her to feel pity for me or to make me feel even more guilty over what happened. I love Britt, i really do, but its just something about y/n that makes my entire body go numb.

I miss her, i really can't deny that.

“Who are you messaging?”, Britt asked and i looked up from my phone to her.

The guilty feeling was back, growing in the depths of my abandon.

“You remember how i told you about y/n? The old friend that kind of drifted apart from me? well i meet her in the store yesterday and we started talking again”, i didn't really lie i just left out some of the truth. She nodded and smiled “That's great baby, i know how much you miss her as your friend”.

I nodded and looked back at my phone “ahh shit. I have to get to the hotel now if i'm going to make it to the interviews. See you later baby”. I gave her a small peck and went to get my belongings. Britt was a great girlfriend, it was easier to date another actor since we both are pretty busy with work and respect each other for that. But we have never been the PDA couple really, it's mostly because we have so much history together.

I knew me and y/n was never getting back together and i would like her to know that to be sure. But you can still dream, right?

And when i saw all the pictures with her boyfriend, what was his name.. Peter?, i just couldn't help feeling jealous. It just made my blood boil when i thought about him touching her body, making her feel good. About him holding her close and loving her like i used to. I tighten my knuckles and wrist, and press my fingernails inside the inside of my hand till it leaves wounds.

I was the one supposed to love her and hold her. I was supposed to make her cum and cum and cum over and over again. I just knew he didn't love her the way i could. And i simply didn't say that because i meant to be cocky. I genuinely think i'm better at loving her in every way. But i'm not going to convince her to leave him, you're not that guy Dyl. Your not that douche guy. But when i saw her in those jeans i just wanted to eat her out and fuck her into obvioulsen in front of that.. peter guy. I hated him with passion even if i haven't even met him.

And ever since yesterday when i saw her in that star wars shirt with her perfect swollen round breast i just wanted… i just wanted to drive my cock in between them and cum on her face. Just mark her as mine. And as possessive as that sounded i had to remind myself over and over that she was not mine and that she was not an object. But still i couldn't stop thinking about her painted white in my cum, swallowing it like the good girl she is. I felt my dick straining against my jeans. I put my hands over my crotch and cursed for myself. I was in a god damn cab with my cab driver. I couldn't get a erection here? I had to think about something of turning like… my grandma and kittens.

But no matter what i thought about my mind kept going back to her in my lap, riding me with only my name on her lips. Not some guys named Peter. What kind of name was that anyway? who was even named peter nowadays? what, was his parents a fan of spiderman or what?

I was a fan of spiderman and i wouldnt name my son Peter.

I was grumpy today. Like a old man, just because i couldn't have her. It was stupid really but i just knew she was mine. She was meant to be mine. I needed to have her i just couldn't get her. I bit my lip hard and looked outside the window. I needed to get my head in the right places. i had a interview coming up and i couldn't be sitting there with a boner for my ex girlfriend.

Oh, oh It's probably gonna sound wrong Promise it won't last long Oh, oh If we can never go back Thought you'd like to know that

Your pov

“You been messaging an old boyfriend?!”, Peter shouted at me as i kept backing up against a wall. “Look its not what you think, Pete. He's honestly just a friend i would never cheat behind your back”, i muttered and held my hands up in surrender. Somehow i got myself in the situation where Peter found out about Dylan and i having contact. And well what can i say, he didn't exactly like it.

“Your just friends, huh”, Peter rolled his eyes pursed his lips together “i saw you yesterday in the store, pressing each other bodies together right in front of me. I saw the look he gave you, he practically eye-fucked you. And then your press your breast against him and message him the day after. Your not just friends, he might as well fuck you in front of me. And then soon your are of to smear your bloody lipstick all over his cock, talking all about being bffs and shit”.

He was really mad. His voice loud and ecoching high enough for the neighbours to hear. I felt my heart beating hard in my chest. I don't know if it was from being angry or scared. But i was not going down that easy without a fight. “What the actual fuck are you talking about Peter. We Are simply just old friends, what? I'm not allowed to have fucking friends?”, i shouted and he took a threatening step closer to me.He laughed mockingly “Seriously, of course you're allowed to have friends but not friends with benefits. I'm not stupid i know what shit you've probably been messaging about”. I rolled my eyes dramatically “Clearly you're fucking stupid since me and Dylan aren't fucking, and were not going to in the near future. So if you could stop being a immature little ass that would be great”. I was done with this fight. Now he was just being ridiculous.

His knuckled was turning white and his jaw was tense. He cracked his neck and meet my eyes with a cold look. “Look Peter. Since your not going to apologize i'm going to stay at Jennas. If you are over this crap tomorrow you can call me and say your sorry, But i'm leaving now”, I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. Just when i opened the front door and was about to leave he grabbed me. His grip was hard and he pulled me backwards furiously and made me lose my footing. I stumbled back to balance and looked at him with big eyes. “Don't fucking touch me ever again”,

I felt my heart skipping beat after beat and. His other hand slammed the door closed and i jumped at the sudden loud sound. With a strength, much more intense than mine, he pressed me up against the door. my back hit the material hard leaving me out of breath. It was hard enough to bruise and the small layer of clothes i had on wouldnt protect me.

I've never been so scared of Peter as i was now. I knew he had a lot of temper but i never thought it would be this intense. “I know your off to meet him, to let him bang you and then come crawling back to me like the little whore you are. But guess what? You're staying here. And i'm going to fuck you so hard you forget all about that stupid ex boyfriend”, He shouted and i could feel his spit hitting my face. He harshly grabbed my wrist with one hand and pinned them hard over my head. With his other hand he started to unbutton my pants. I started moving in his grip, trying to kick him of me. I felt tears threatening behind my eyes. I was definitely breaking up with him.

“Get off me!”, I screamed and tried to escaped his grip. He only pressed harder and pulled down my pants. “Could you stop moving, you little bitch”, he huffed and ripped of my shirt. His eyes were hungry and there was something with him, i barely recognized him. I collected a big lump och saliva in my mouth before taking time to spit it in his face. It met his left eyebrow and slided down the side of his face. “You fucking cunt!”, he screamed and before i could grab onto reality and get what's happening his fist connected with my face. The shock were bigger than the pain. The blood under my left cheek pulsated and i could feel the bone cracking in my nose. The pain was so intense i wouldn't be able to point were it was since it was covering my entire face. I felt drool dripping down my chin but my jaw hurt so much i couldn't close my mouth. Warm thick liquid made its path from my nose and into my mouth. It tasted iron. It was blood.

Peter hit me. I couldn't believe it. He actually hit me. And it hurt as much as the betrayal. “Thats right, now your going to suck my cock you little fucking whore”, His hand was placed on my head and began pushing me downwards. I tried to escaped but he gripped my ponytail only to press me down harder. My left hand began wandering down my bag. While the other one got ready to fight him of. All i needed was to distract him. I know i have it somewhere in this bag, i must have.

Bingo. I form my hand into a fist and let my knuckles connect with his crotch. The second he bend over, covering his crotch with his hand i get up on shaky legs and grab onto the hairspray. “fuck you, peter”, I shouted with a dry sluddery voice and sprayed a great amount of hairspray onto his face. He screamed out in pain and his hand went from his crotch to his face. He depsertly rubbed his eyes. In pure hatred I kicked his kneecap, making him fall over. I had to get out of here. Now. I slung the bag over my shoulder and didnt even care about getting a new shirt. I just buttoned up my pants and slammed the door behind me. I needed help. And in the moment there was only one person i needed.

He can't love you like I would He can't love you like I could He don't know your body He don't know your body

Dylans pov

I looked up when i heard the doorbell. Confused i got up and put away my computer. Almost no one knew about were i was staying, thomas maybe. It was probably just Thomas, coming to annoy me. I still smirked and got over to the door. “Like seriously Thomas can't you make 10 minutes without me…..”, i stopped mid sentence when i realized it wasn't Thomas. It was y/n.

And she was bruised, her face swollen and the area around her eye red and turning blue. Blood was spread around her nose to her top lip. Her lips were chapped. She was crying, sobs breaking her posture as she collapsed into my arms. I grabbed onto her and fought every urge to fall over. “Jesus, y/n, what the hell happened”, i muttered and dragged her as good as i could inside my hotel room. It seemed like she was too broken to form words as she just shuddered nonsense and cried more.

“Shit”, i mumbled and placed her fragile body on my bed, where she collapsed. I closed the door and went back to the bed. “Y/n, sweetie do you hear me”, i ask as softly as i could and went to get a first aid kit and some ice. She nodded as good as she could and reached up to touch her cheek. She hissed in pain when her fingers connected with her nose.

“No, no, no stop. Let me take care of you. Let me know what happened”, i said softly and pick up a wet towel. Seeing her like this makes my whole body catch on fire. Someone did this to her. I was going to kill that someone. Trust me it's not going to me pretty when i find out who it is. Slowly i dab the wet towel over her cheek and bit my lip when she groan in pain. I hushed her and wiped away her tears and stroked her cheek. “Who did this to you”, i whisper barely hearable and start to dab away the blood next to her nose. She mouthed something and everything that leaves her mouth is unrecognizable sounds. “I can't hear you, y/n”, i say and put down the towel, all eyes on her. “Peter”, she whisper. In that moment i barely regonize myself.

I feel so much anger i'm shaking. My vision becomes blurry and i swear i see red. He hurt her. He put his hands on her. He put his hands on my girl. “I'm going to kill him”, i say, mostly for myself. She grabs onto my arm for dear life. “Please dont leave me”, she sobs and my heart stings at the sight. “Of course not, baby”, the nickname falls out of my mouth without really thinking about it.

I stroke her hair and kiss her forhead. “Tomorrow we go to the police okay, i'm staying with you. You dont have to go through this alone”, i take out the ice and place it in her hand. With her entire body shaking she place the ice on her face, sighning at the cold feel. “Its going to be alright, baby, everything is fine”, i mumbled. Suddenly she crawls into my lap an hug med tightly, ice still on her face. In pure shook i dont do anything. With Britt out of my head i wrap my arm around her carefully and stroke her back. She was not going through this alone. I'm going to make sure of that.

Because i loved her.

Not since i met her yesterday but since we left each other 5 years ago.

But that was all behind us now, because i loved her.

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donttellpeterparker · 6 years

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New Text Message

Summary: You and Peter don’t really get along irl... but texting? Well that’s a different story ;)

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1.9k

Taglist: @cutie1365 @luke-the-princess @that70skiwi @mang0fruitblast @fairydustparker @fortheloveoflamp @jamesbuckybananabarnes @nikitajackson @sleepspindles

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Warning(s)?: Minor swearing, complete fluff

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Part 2

New Text Message

With one last groan you shut the door to your locker, your contents back where they belong. You were grateful school was over for the day, it may only be Monday but you always found Monday's to be the slowest days. You shot a smile to your friend down the hall before turning around to begin walking out the school doors. You popped in ear phone in your ear and played Ed sheeran -Galway girl.

''Hey watch it!'' You shouted once you felt someone bump into you. You remove the ear piece from your ear and turn around to face the stranger with an angry expression.

''You should really watch out for your surroundings Parker'' You spoke up once you realised it was Peter. Unfortunately that annoying kid that seemed to be in most of your classes. You rolled your eye at the boy once you heard no response, seeing the shock written across his face.

You heard a familiar beep from your phone. You quickly reached a hand into your pocket and pulled out your phone, reading the message that had came through.

''Friggin connection'' You muttered out as you turned around and began to walk away again. You always got crappy reception at school for some reason so receiving messages were always delayed. You continued walking down the path, taking the corner to walk towards home.

A smile followed by a faint blush appeared across your features. You wiped the edge of your sweater across your face, smiling to yourself like an idiot. You began to type back a reply, your heart racing through your fingertips.

You waited anxiously for a reply. In the mean time you popped your phone back into your jacket pocket, beginning to nod your head to the song as it continued to play through your ear phones. You even had a little skip in your step.

Texting him had always made your day.

It was weird really... The way he seemed to make your smile without even trying. You wish you had some sort of clue to who he was but decided not to bother finding out. You got a random text one night from an unknown number, one specifically asking for web-shooters. You laughed at your phone by typing back a response. The guy on the other need quickly found out he had the wrong number and apologised profusely.

Wait... web shooters? ~Y/N

Yeah. ~Unknown

Kinky ~Y/N

With that last message you laugh to yourself and so does he. From that night on you guys continued to message each other... every night, without fail. It started off first with just casual greetings, asking each other how their day went. It wasn’t until one night, roughly around 12:23am when you guys began to have a deep conversation was when you really began to connect with him.

Through the days that had turned to weeks, then slowly turn to months you guys had found out more and more about each other. You have always wondered upon who this mysterious guy was but decided not to worry, you had a good thing going why ruin it?

He thought very differently. wanting to know you so badly it had him hooked. It was weird... he felt almost drawn to you through his phone. He hadn’t even met you for crying out loud. How did he know you weren’t a 40 year old man?

Let’s facetime ~Web-boy

Umm... why?~ Y/N

Cause... I want to actually make sure that the person I’ve practically been flirting with for the past three weeks isn’t some creep pedophile or something ~Web-boy

You laughed at your phone as you rolled over in your bed, rolling over to your stomach. You bit your lip, contemplating whether or not to do it. You’ve been dying to see what he looks like but you were too nervous.

I’ll call you ~Y/N

You waited for a response. After waiting a minute without one you rang, assuming that was okay.

Instead of facetiming you just decided to call the cell, the phone picking up on the second ring.

‘‘Hey’‘ A male voice spoke through the line causing you to giggle.

‘‘Hi...’‘ You spoke up, raising a thumb to your lip to nervously bite your nail. You heard soft chuckling in the background and smiled to yourself. He had a nice laugh.

‘‘How are you?’‘ He spoke up, causing a bigger smile to spread across your face.

‘‘I’m good...’‘ You replied, feeling nervous but excited at the same time. You guys had spoken for exactly 2 hours and 36 minutes that night, growing more comfortable with talking to each other with each fleeting moment. By the end of the night your stomach and face were hurting from laughing and smiling so much.

You had thought that maybe your silly little crush would go away once you rang him. You thought he would actually turn out to be an old man or... in fact a girl. But instead he sounded like a dorky teenager like yourself. Which made you fall for him even more.

The following night you he had decided to call you. He had debated with himself about for a good half an hour, thinking you might be creeped out if he just randomly rang you.

He just really wanted to talk to you, to hear your voice again. He got over it and typed the number so fast and press the green button before he could even blink.

You answered happily once you saw the familiar name flash across your phone screen. You were in the middle of completing your homework but put it aside, picking up the phone with a smile.

‘‘Hi stranger’‘ You said cheerily into the phone. You softly laughed, grinning from ear to ear at your greeting.

He stayed silent on the other line, listening to your soft laugh thinking it was the most gorgeous sound in the world. He smiled to himself, finally realising he was falling deeper and deeper for the girl.

A few months had passed and talking had soon turned into flirting. It was awkward at first but soon grown comfortable. He would share his cheesy pick up lines with you that he had came up with during class and message you them straight away, causing a vibration to grow through your pocket. Sneakily you’d pull out your phone, reading the message with a smile and a laugh. Occasionally you would catch someones attention and turn bright red, quickly popping the phone back into your pocket.

Not a week later you guys had decided to drop clues to each other. You guys would slowly share more and more information.

Okay... So your name starts with a P? ~Y/N

Yes. ~Web-boy

hmm... Piper? ~Y/N

wtf no XD ~Web-boy

Just checking... ~Y/N

I’m a BOY ~Web-boy

oKaY ~Y/N

You eventually found out that his actual name was Peter. You sighed to yourself, a familiar Peter flashing through your mind. He had notice your abruptness and had texted you what was up. That was when you decided to speak about Peter to him... well more like complain.

I actually know a guy called Peter and oh my gosh he is the most annoying human being on the face of the earth ~Y/N

That’s a tad on the dramatic side but okay ~Web-boy

After a while you would hint out the first letter of your name and he would begin to guess your name, getting it right on the third go.

No freaking way... I know a Y/N and I swear she is the bitchest girl I have ever met ~Web-boy

Well obvi she hasn’t met me XD ~Web-boy

XD ~Web-boy

But really... every time I talk to her or even approach her she gives me this look like I had just ruined her favourite shirt or something ~Web-boy

Neither of you had twigged yet. You just smiled to yourself as he seemed to go on and on about this Y/N chick. He seemed to really dislike her, so much you began to question if he even disliked her at all. That thought caused jealousy to seep through your veins.

You know you talk about her alot ~Y/N

I do? ~Web-boy

Yeah... ~Y/N

Eventually you guys had decided not to talk about these people anymore, realising they were actually shifting a wedge between you guys. Peter agreed, not liking the idea of you talking about this other guy as much as you hated him talking about this other girl.

You froze and stopped where you stood. This was the first time either one of you had openly admitted to arrange a meet. You guys had told each other multiple times how badly you wanted to see the other but never had the courage to ask or sort something.

You began to move your feet again and walked up to your front door, twisting it open once you had left the elevator. You closed the door behind you before heading into your bedroom, your eyes not leaving your phone screen.

You could feel your heart inside your chest begin to race. Your palms began to ge sweaty as you walked over to your bed, soaking up the sun that began to pour through your window.

Unfortunately your happiness was short lived once you heard the familiar racket from next door. You groaned and tossed your phone aside, getting up off you bed to walk over to your window. Coincidentally enough for you, Peter Parker happened to live right across from you.

You slammed your hands against the window Sill, looking over into his bedroom to see him mucking around with one his retro things.

‘‘Hey!’‘ You called out to him. He immediately stopped what he was doing an spun around.

‘‘Turn that shit off will you?’‘ You asked sarcastically with a tight lipped smile.

‘‘Y/N... always a charmer’‘ Peter replies sarcastically, grudgingly turning his music down for your liking. You smiled over to him and drew your curtains closed blocking both of your guys view.

You walked back over to your bed and picked up your phone, opening the message as your fingers froze against the screen. You weren’t sure what to type back. You knew what you wanted to type back.

Sure. When? ~Y/N

You bit your lip nervously as soon as you hit the send button. Unknowingly to you, just a few hundred yards from you Peter’s phone went off, a smile instantly making it’s way onto his face. He read the message over and over, not believing that this was actually happening.

Movies? The new it movie’s out. ~Web-boy

You smiled to yourself as you read the message.

Okay. When? ~Y/N

Tonight. ~Web-boy

Your eyes widen at his request. He wants to meet tonight? As in within the next 24 hours? You nervously popped your phone down and rushed over to your wardrobe, sifting through for the perfect outfit to wear- you halted.

He just wanted to meet it’s not like it was a date or anything so you probably should just go in the clothes your in. Yousmiled to yourself at that and just decided to stay as you where, bouncing back over to your bed to pick up your phone.

6th and main? ~Y/N

6th and main. ~Web-boy

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A/N: Here’s part 1 to your request Anon! Part two will be coming soonnnnn :))) x

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fascinationfics · 7 years

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Holding Hands

A/N: Hey guys! This fic is based off of the post where a girl is in Target and a guy come up to hold her hand explaining that he saw his ex. and at the end he just wanted to hold her hand. Thought it was cute to turn into a fic. Anyways two fics in two days! That’s rare! Anyways enjoy! feedback is appreciated!

Warning(s): None

Word count: 682 (my shortest yet)

You were walking around Target with a basket full of stuff for your new apartment when a stranger came up to you in a panic, “Hey, so this might sound weird but my ex-girlfriend has been following me around the store and I was wondering if we could hold hands to show her that i’m in a new relationship.” You looked around him to see a tall blond woman looking at the two of you with jealousy. He did seem pretty desperate, and it wouldn’t hurt holding a stranger's hand to get rid of an ex.

“I will agree to this, but the minute your ex stops following you around is the minute we stop holding hands, deal?” You can’t believe you were actually doing this for a complete stranger.

“Deal” Walking hand in hand now, the cute guy introduced himself as Peter Quill and he told you a little bit about himself, and vice versa. You both played around in the electronic section totally forgetting that a crazy ex of his was following him around. Towards the end of your trip to Target, you go to the self checkout section when you noticed that you weren’t being followed anymore. Well you never really looked around for her since seeing her the first time around.

“So I noticed your ex left.” You let go of his hand.

“Who?” He leaned his head to the side like a confused puppy, not knowing what you were on about.

“The tall blond chick, was she not your ex?” You questioned.

“Oh! That!” He exclaimed, “umm, well, no one was following me around in the first place...” he scratched the back of his neck in nervousness.

“What do you mean no one was following you around? I literally saw a jealous girl behind you looking at us when we first met.” Then why did he hold your hand for no reason for half an hour while you got stuff from Target?

“Well, here’s the thing, I was walking around getting things for myself when I spotted you, yes I know that I sounds creepy, but hear me out.” He pleaded with you as you were using the self checkout.

“Go on.” You did want an answer from him and wanted to know that a cute random stranger came up to you.

“As I spotted you, I was gonna go up to you and flirt when that blonde stopped me and started to flirt with me and she wouldn’t stop until I told her that you were my girlfriend, of course she didn’t believe me and told me to prove it so I-”

“So you came up to me and asked to hold my hand.” You cut him off.

“Yeah! Exactly! You understand now, right?” He asked in a concerned tone.

“I do, but you could’ve just brushed her off if you weren’t interested.” You explained, it didn’t justify that you told him to stop holding your hand when she stopped ‘following’ you both, now knowing that she never followed after your first encounter with Peter Quill.

“Yea sure, but I thought of the perfect pick up line when I went up to talk to you.” He explained himself as you walked out the store with your stuff, Peter helping you with your bags towards your car. “Now that i’ve made it this far, would it still be weird to ask you out on a date?” He asked as he put your bags in the trunk of your car.

“Yes, but i’ll give you my number.” You smiled up at him from your driver's seat, “here give me your phone.” He did as you asked, you quickly typed in your phone number in his phone and gave it back to him. “I’ll consider your date if you help move move into my apartment.” You winked up at him.

“Deal” He smiled down at you as you closed your car door and started up your car, putting on your seatbelt.

“Don’t forget to text me!” You yelled back as you backed up and drove away towards your apartment.

Requests are open! Tag list is open!

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soupspork · 7 years

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He Doesn't Deserve You

My first fic on tumblr! Warnings-light kissing, very light language Angsty fluff. Peter x Reader

-notes- you are Peters best friend, and you have a crush on him. You don’t believe he could ever return the feelings so you’ve been content with just being friends. You’re a nerd, but quite cute so Flash asks you out and Peter gets protective/ jealous.- I’ll do a part two if anyone wants it but idk

You curled up on the couch, pulling the blanket closer to you. You looked over at Peter, who sat a few feet away at the other end of the couch and he caught your eye. You giggled, but you both quickly went back to watching the last few minutes of Revenge of the Sith, a movie you both loved. You had invited Peter over for a study night, because you both were on the Decathlon team, but you ended up watching tv instead. Often when Peter stayed the night, you would study until it was late, then he would fall asleep on your couch and you would go to your room. He would always wake up way earlier than you and make you pop tarts, making you love him even more. You tried to ignore your feelings for him, and you pushed them to the back of your head. “Hey, (Y/N) the movie’s over” Peter said as he tapped your shoulder. You leaned over and put your head on his shoulder, and whined, “But I’m not tired yet. I want to watch more!” You pouted, mostly just wanting to spend more time with Peter. He smiled and let out a small laugh. “Come on, we have school tomorrow, and you don’t want to fall asleep in history again. Last time was a disaster.” Peter pointed out, and you rolled your eyes, the memory of being sternly woken up by your teacher then falling out of your chair still haunting your memory. “Fine.” You pouted as got up slowly and trudged to your room. You saw Peter stretch out on your couch, then mumble a quiet “goodnight” before you closed your room door. The next day you woke up to your ridiculous best friend knocking loudly on your door, and he said, “c'mon (Y/N), you’ve only got like 15 minutes until school starts! I made you breakfast though.” You rolled out of bed, still in your baggy sweatpants and t-shirt. Your hair was a mess and you rubbed your eyes as you opened the door. You saw Peter, already dressed and ready for school, smiling at you from the couch, and you saw your pop tarts and milk on the table. “A breakfast made for a queen.” You muttered as you sat down, drawing a small laugh from Peter. Once you got to school, you and Peter went your separate ways to your classes, the only ones you had together being Math and History. The first half of the day went quite uneventfully, as did lunch, but during Math, your last class, you got a surprise. As you sat down at your seat, you noticed Flash and some of his friends whispering and pointing and you. This continued throughout the class, and eventually Peter noticed, shooting you a questioning glance and you shrugged in reply. The bell rang and you walked out of the class with Peter, meeting Ned in the hallway. “What was that all about?” Peter asked after he had told Ned about Flash’s odd behavior. “I have no clue.” You replied, but before you could say anything else someone grabbed you arm and you heard a familiar voice say, “I need to borrow you for a minute.” You turned around and saw flash, said, “umm… yeah sure. I guess.” You glanced back at your friends and shrugged as you walked over with Flash to his locker. Once you got there he turned and put his hand on your shoulder and said, “Wanna go on a date?” You stood, stunned, and didn’t answer. “I know right? I just leave girls speechless don’t I?” He laughed at his own quip and you finally managed to say, “no, um, I just-” but Flash cut you off. “Oh no it’s okay. Tomorrow, 6:00 , the movie theater on Main. Since it’s Saturday you won’t have anything to go to, and it’ll be way more fun than hanging with your nerd friends.” You crossed your arms and said, “I really don’t know Flash, I’m not sure.” “Well I expect you to be there.” He said, trying to sound commanding, but to ignore him. He winked then ran off to find his friends who were already out the door. You just stood there, overwhelmed and unsure by what just happened. You heard footsteps behind you and turned to find Peter and Ned gaping at you. “Did he just ask you out?” Ned asked, flabbergasted. “Yes! And I have no idea why? Do you think it could’ve been a dare?” You asked, and then noticed Peter being unusually quiet, his lips pursed. “I have no idea.” Replied Ned, “but did you say no? Or yes?” He continued. You said, “honestly, he didn’t give me a chance. He just said he wanted to see me at the movies tomorrow, then left.” Ned nodded in understanding, then Peter spoke up. “Are you gonna go?” He asked, and you could’ve sworn you heard jealousy in his voice, but you brushed it off. “I don’t know. The scary thing is, I actually am considering it.” You looked at Peter and Ned and neither of them had anything to say. “Hey I know he’s a jerk, but I guess he’s kind of….. hot?” You said hesitantly, and Ned made a gagging noise. Peter didn’t say anything, but he frowned. You chatted with your friends a little bit more, then headed home. You sat in your room, looking out your open window at the skyline ahead. You knew you didn’t like Flash, but you really hadn’t been in the dating field much lately, and you wanted to try and get rid of your feelings for Peter. You wanted to make yourself believe that you only loved him as a friend, but you knew it was more than that. The best way to try and ignore the way you felt was to have someone else in your life, even if that someone was an absolute jerk. “I guess I’ll just have to lower my standards.” You joked out loud, even though you knew no one would hear because your parents were off on business trips for the week. All of the sudden you heard a knock at your door, and you opened it to see Peter standing in your doorway, a nerdy t-shirt on and a smile on his face. “Hey!” He said, but he seemed upset, “I just wanted to stop by and say hi.” You cocked your head at him and replied, “well, hi? We saw each other earlier today, you know that right?” He mumbled a little before saying, “yeah yeah I know. But I just wanted to talk about…. something. Or, I mean, nothing really, I just, I wanted to talk.” You laughed a little at his awkwardness, but it was a little forced. “Come on in, Parker. You’re worrying me.” He walked into your house with his hands in his pockets, then went to sit on your couch. You followed and sat next to him, then said “so what to you wanna talk about? Or, like you said, not talk about.” He didn’t reply immediately, and it looked like he was trying to form a response. Eventually he looked up and into your eyes and said, “Flash.” You gave him a confused look. “So you stopped by my house to talk about Flash?” He stumbled over his words for a second before saying, “well, and you. You and Flash I mean.” “Okay..” you said as you nodded slowly, and he continued. “I don’t think you should go out with Flash. He’s kind of… a douchebag.” You looked at Peter, surprised by his outburst. “Well no offense, but it’s not really your decision.” You said, upset by how serious your usual chipper best friend was being. “And yeah I know he’s a jerk, but what the hell? If I don’t like it I just won’t go on a second date with him.” Peter sighed and grabbed your hand, holding it in his. “Look, I just don’t like the idea of it. (Y/N) you deserve so much better than him!” He said as he squeezed your hand. You looked him in the eye and stood up, slightly angry at him. “Like who then Peter. I’ve never been asked out by a single decent guy, only jerks and thugs. I can’t seem to get the attention of a single nice guy, so it looks like I’ll just have to settle for what I can get, okay!” Peter stood up, his eyes suddenly bright with emotion, and said quietly, “you should never, ever have to settle for someone who is so undeserving of you (Y/N).” Your eyes widened, and you realized that there was the smallest chance that he felt the same way for you that you felt you him. “Then who do you suggest I settle for.” You asked as you moved slightly closer to him. He smirked and leaned in to where your lips were almost brushing his, then said, “some who almost deserves you.” He whispered as he pressed his lips against yours. You melted into his embrace and put your hand in his messy hair. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, smiled, then resumed the kiss. Eventually you stopped the kiss and whispered, “I guess I won’t be going on that date with Flash.” You smiled and he hugged you tighter, and for the first time in months you felt truly happy.

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