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maddieautobot273 · 4 months

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Silk & Cologne - Christmas Special (8)

Title: All I Want For Christmas Is You - previous chapter (X)

Chapter 8/10 - I Laughed When I Saw Him, In Spite Of Myself - previous chapter (X)

Words: 2.2K+ words

Summary: Lisa and the others rescue Nutcracker, Hobie, and Pav

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The plan repeats itself in Lisa’s head over and over again as they progress deeper into the mountains and closer towards the castle. They came to a river hidden within the outskirts of the mountain range, a small boat tied to a dock. Using the boat, Peter guided Miles as he took them all up the stream as they overlooked the grand castle looming over them before heading into a hidden cave and darkness quickly consumed them.

Peter B. turned on his lantern, light quickly taking form as it shined across their faces.

“Okay, MayMay, just like we practiced, remember?” Peter B. whispered gently to MayDay who was strapped to his chest in a little carrier. He brought his fingers to his lips, signaling silence. “Shhh,”

“Shhh,” MayDay repeated the motion, although her version came out as more like a hiss.

Lisa smiled softly at the pair. Even in the dream realm, Peter B. was still bringing his toddler with him to their missions. Father of the year.

“Are you absolutely sure about this, Peter?” Gwen asked him nervously, trying to peer further into the cave.

“Why weren’t there any guards keeping watch back there?” Lisa chimed in, sharing Gwen’s same worry.

“As cunning and scavenging as these rats are, they have no idea about these tunnels. This tunnel will lead us to a hidden entrance straight into the dungeon,” Peter B. nodded towards them reassuringly. “It’s the same way I got out when I made my escape,”

“Maybe it was the same way Nutcracker got out way back when,” Miles offered Lisa the suggestion, along with a hopeful and comforting smile as he continued to guide the boat.

“Maybe. . .” Lisa nodded along with him.

“What do we do if we find other innocent people locked up in the dungeon?” Gwen spoke up, her voice soft.

“We’ll release them, let them cause a diversion to the guards so we can easily slip up to the throne room,” Peter B. looked between everyone as he shared his idea. “We’ll take down the Rat King in the chaos,”

“Rescue Nutcracker and the others,” Gwen added with a firm nod.

“And find a way to get you back home, Lisa,” Miles finished relaying the plan as all eyes trailed towards her.

“Thanks you guys,” Lisa smiled softly at everyone. “I won’t be going anywhere until your home is liberated from the Rat King’s control. You have my word,”

“We’ll hold you to that,” Peter B. grinned. “You keep up your end, we’ll gladly return the favor,”

After a few more minutes of rowing down the dark cavern stream, torch lights came into few, along with a more open tunnel. Miles slowed his approach as the boat cruised down the water before coming to a halt before some stone steps and giant iron gates.

“This is it,” Peter B. was the first to disembark from the boat before offering a hand to Lisa, helping her off the boat.

Miles secured the boat as Gwen followed behind Lisa before quickly following behind. Pulling some metal picks out of his jacket. Peter B. fiddles with the lock of the door before a ‘click’ echoes across the chamber.

“We’re in, let’s go,” Peter B. slowly opens the door, motioning his head for the rest of the spider-gang to move in. They quickly do as told, scampering inside passed the door before Peter B. is the last to go in, carefully shutting the door.

Lisa took a step closer into the hall, peering into what looked to be the first of many lines of cells within the castle dungeon. It was cold and eerie, very little light was provided from the few torches that lit the hall. If the Rat King was going for the despair approach to put fear into his prisoners, he nailed it perfectly.

“Okay, so we just go down the line and check each cell until we find our friends and the King?” Lisa glanced back at the others as they approached, reviewing the plan.

“Each cell,” Miles nodded.

“Right,” Lisa nodded before glancing over at Peter B. “Peter, you were the Captain of the Guard so you obviously know your way around here better than we do,”

Peter stepped forward, bringing out his rifle as he loosened the strap of his weapon. “Right, stay on my six, and keep close,”

“If we run into any of the rat soldiers?” Gwen asked.

“Then we handle them quickly and quietly,” Peter B. nodded firmly, glancing at her.

“Shhhh,” MayDay gently shushed everyone, bringing her tiny finger up to her lips.

“That’s right, Mayday,” Lisa smiled gently at the baby, winking at her.

“Let’s get going,” Peter B. took the lead, the rest of the group following behind him.

One by one, slowly but surely, they checked each and everyone of the cells in every hall of the dungeon. There were a few close calls with patrolling guards, but thankfully they paid no attention to the uninvited guests as they clung to the shadows, waiting for them to pass by. Even if they were beginning to notice that something wasn’t all that right, Lisa and Peter B. took it upon themselves to dispose of them.

Quickly and quietly.

In one such instance, Lisa nearly ran into a pair of guards. She gasped, quickly acting on instinct as she flicked her wrists and fired two blobs of web fluid onto their faces. They squeaked, trying to pull the sticky contents out of their fur, but as soon as she sang a quick melody and the webs glowed, they froze.

Their eyes matched the hue of the webs as their arms slacked, awaiting her command.

“Where are the prisoners being kept?” She asked them.

They both squealed, pointing their spears down the main hall of the dungeon, showing off further rows of cells.

“Good. The king has been looking for you, you are to report him immediately,” Lisa commanded, arms crossed over her chest as she managed a ghostly grin. “Better not keep him waiting, and don’t mention it was me who sent you,”

With a panicked look on their faces, the rats vigorously nodded their heads before scrambling off with their tails between their legs. Literally. They also dropped a pair of keys on their way out.

“Yoink!” Lisa plucked the keys from the floor, showing them off with a proud grin.

“Your webs let you do that?” Miles gawked at the sight, eyes twinkling.

“I wanna do that!” Gwen’s own eyes matched Miles’ sparkle as she smiled up at Lisa.

“Focus, kiddos, focus,” Peter B. snapped his fingers, drawing their attention back to him. “Let’s slip up and cover more ground. Each one, take a hall,”

By the sixth hall, Lisa was beginning to falter on hope. Just where could the Rat King have put their friends and the King? Was it possible they were being held somewhere else in the castle?

“This is getting ridiculous, there’s no one here,” Miles hissed harshly as he poked his head out of sixth hall.

Which was both a relief, as no other innocent civilians were being kept here, and a concern as that meant their friends were nowhere to be found.

“There’s gotta be something we’re missing,” Gwen shook her head in dismay.

“Is there anywhere else in the castle that the Rat King could be keeping them, Peter?” Lisa asked him, her gaze turning towards the ex-captain.

“No,” Peter B. shook his head in dismay, “If the Rat King was planning on keeping any prisoners, they would all be held in here,”

With a disgruntled groan, Lisa steps further down the main hall until she stumbles upon a dead end. There’s a door on this end, not the typical iron bars of the other cells. This was a wooden door, with a small metal grate in the center to peer inside.

All the other cell doors Lisa had tried to unlock with the keys wouldn’t budge.

“Peter?” Lisa glanced back towards him, seeking his approval.

He nodded eagerly. “Worth a shot,”

Peter B. keeps watch as Lisa unlocks and pushes the door open to the locked cell tower. Stepping inside, Lisa is shocked to find it completely empty. “What?” She gasps softly, stepping closer inside.

Miles and Gwen trail behind her, their footsteps light as they glance around.

“But, all the other cells were empty. They just had to be in here,” Miles whispered nervously as his eyes scanned the room.

“Not to mention the King too,” Gwen shakes her head as she glances at Lisa. “There’s no sign of anyone,”

Lisa glances around, noting the empty metal shackles nailed to the opposite wall, no lanterns lit compared to the exit they came from. Glancing down at the floor, Lisa immediately noticed something seemed off. The line between the light and darkness of the room was just. . . that. A clear straight line.

Lisa knelt down, examining it further as her fingers trailed along the barrier line between light and dark. Then her head started to pulse, like something was calling to her. Her spider-sense triggered, sensing something amiss.

“Lisa,”

Or someone.

Her heart fluttered as she immediately thought to call for Miguel, recognizing the voice. But no, in this world, that voice belonged to a brave, wooden knight as she glanced up. She looked towards the darkened side of the room, slowly standing up.

“Lisa, what is it?” Gwen asked her, daring a step closer.

“I’m thinking why would the guards have keys to an empty cell?” Lisa spoke up, mumbling softly as her eyes peered deeper into the darkness.

She stepped forward, lifting a hand.

“Lisa~”

Her hand pressed into nothing, her palm flat against it. There was some form of invisible wall in their way. Her pupils went wide at the contact, lifting her other hand to touch it and confirm she wasn’t seeing things.

“A shield?” Peter B. gasped.

Lisa glanced over towards the unlit torches. “Miles, help me with this,”

Miles followed her gaze, looking back and fourth towards the torches and the invisible wall. “Got it!” Scampering over, Miles grabbed one torch, pulling it free from its metal clamp, than another one before joining Lisa’s side, “Here,”

Lisa grabbed on to one of the torches that Miles brought. She held a firm grip on it before glancing back at the others. “Stand back,”

Peter B. stepped forward, gently pulling Gwen to safety as he used his arms to shield her and MayDay, bracing himself. Lisa and Miles spared a glance with one another, nodding their heads in silent communication before looking towards the invisible barrier. “Now!” Lisa ordered.

Lisa and Miles chucked their torches, shattering the invisible wall. The spell was broken as the once invisible barrier cracked and shattered into glass like pieces all over the floor. On the other side of the room was light, torches giving way to Nutcracker, Hobie, and Pavitr, all shackled and bound by metal chains.

“Guys!” Gwen exclaimed, her smile lighting up as she spotted the others.

“About time you guys found us,” Hobie grinned. “We didn’t think you were coming,”

“But I did!” Pav smirked confidently.

Lisa broke off the keys from its ring and handed one to Miles and Gwen as they each went in to release Pav and Hobie from their shackles. Lisa approached Nutcracker, releasing him from his metal bonds. He stared down at her with a pleasantly bewildered expression as she hugged him.

“Thank goodness you’re alright!” She sighed in relief.

Recovering from the display of affection, Nutcracker smiled softly at her before returning his own embrace. “I had no doubts that you’d find us,”

Lisa pulled away from his embrace, staring up at him with an affectionate gaze. Realizing that the both of them had been starring, and that they had an audience, their cheeks flushed as they attempted to laugh it off, sparing small glances. “Sorry, I just–”

“I just really do look a lot like your Miguel, then?” Nutcracker raised a curiously teasing brow at the girl.

Lisa could only shrug in response.

“Not that this reunion isn’t touching, we really need to get going if we’re taking the fight to the Rat King,” Peter B. insisted as he peeked outside the door.

“You lot going after the big boss?” Hobie grinned, cracking his knuckles.

“Well we weren’t going to go without you guys,” Lisa smirked back at him before glancing at Nutcracker and Pav.

“I like the sound of that!” Pav cheered, high fiving Miles.

“Did you find the King?” Nutcracker asked Lisa, taking her hands in his.

Lisa shook her head. “No, all of the cells in the dungeon were empty,”

“Hmmm,” Nutcracker narrowed his gaze as he glanced to the side, thinking. “It’s possible the Rat King is holding him hostage in the throne room, wanting him present to show off the conquering of his kingdom,”

“Then let’s go nail two birds with one stone,” Hobie chimed in, clearly eager to get things rolling.

“Alright, then let’s shift over to Phase 2 of the plan. Miles, Gwen, you two search and find where the Rat King is holding the Spiders,” Peter B. commanded. “The rest of us will take the fight to the throne room,”

“Aye aye, captain!” Miles and Gwen saluted Peter B. before running off.

A swell of confidence flowed through Lisa as the rest of the group left the room and navigated their way out of the dungeon and progressed through the lavish halls of the castle.

It was finally time to stop the Rat King once and for all.

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Happy Holidays!

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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27 and 28 with college!Peter please? 🥺🥺

Here you are darling I hope you enjoy! Reminder that I am accepting requests until the end of summer so please keep sending them in!

On the Run

27 - Running from the police after a party gets busted

28 - Falling asleep during a long drive home

Pairing: College! Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You and Peter run from the cops

Summer of Love

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Music thudded through the house, vibrating the walls and drowning out almost all other sound.. They’d had to drive nearly an hour out of the city for someone’s birthday, and had to park nearly a mile away from the actual house. Had it not been for (y/n)’s enthusiasm about the event he never would have gone. The same could be said about nearly any party the couple attended though. Peter was always much happier to spend the night at home, cuddled up on the couch together. But his girlfriend was much more of a social butterfly than him, and really he was happy to attend anything at her side.

“Let’s dance,” she tugged his arm towards the middle of the large living room.

Peter chuckled, setting his hands on her hips as she walked him to the floor, “You know I can’t dance.”

“I’ll teach you,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, “Just sway a little P, it’s not that hard.”

“I’m not that coordinated.”

She burst into a fit of laughter instantly, “Shut up you are by far the most coordinated person here, Spiderman.”

“That’s different,” he rolled his eyes, “I can’t dance.”

“Not really,” she agreed, “That’s okay, you’ve got plenty of other athletic abilities,” she poked his chest, giving him a wink before she spun back around.

Peter laughed, holding her waist while she danced against him, smiling at the happy look on her face. It was easy for them to get caught up in each other, forget that they were at a party, that the rest of the world even existed. Lucky for them, Peter had a sixth sense to pull him back to the real world.

“Hey, I think maybe we should get going,” he squeezed her waist.

She frowned at him, “Why? We don’t have anything to do tomorrow.”

“I know, but I’ve just got a feeling we should go,” he insisted, just as red and blue lights became visible in the windows.

“Shit,” she groaned, “We can sneak out the back.”

He nodded, pushing her in front of him as they weaved through the crowd. The backyard was emptying out quickly as most people had begun to crowd the front door.

“Nobody leave!” a voice shouted from the front door, causing both of them to turn and see who it was.

“Come on,” (y/n) tugged Peter along, “We’re gonna get held up for hours, let’s just hop the fence.”

“Yeah, you’re right, come on,” Peter continued to wiggle them through the crowd, finally entering the backyard, “Here, I’ll help you over.”

“Such a gentleman,” she giggled as he grabbed her waist, helping lift her over the fence, “Oh shit,” she swore as she hit the ground.

“What happened? Are you okay?” he lifted himself up over the fence as quickly as he could, only to be met with the same problem, “Shit.”

“What are you kids up to?” one of the officers smirked.

“We were just trying to get home,” (y/n) tried to explain, “We didn’t want to get held up in there all night.”

“Alright,” the second officer sighed, “Let me see your ID’s.”

Peter handed his over but (y/n) could only blushed, “I left mine in our car.”

The officer hummed, “I can’t let you go without ID.”

She groaned, “Fine, fine, we can go run and get it or-”

“No, I need to see it now,” the officer insisted, “Otherwise I’ll have to take you in until I can verify your identity.”

“Take her in?” Peter went wide eyed, “Like to jail?”

“To the police station,” he corrected, “So if you don’t have your idea I’ll have to ju-”

“Run!” (y/n) had grabbed Peter’s hand and started running, causing Peter to go wide eyed and stumble over his feet.

“Are you insane?!” Peter snapped, looking over his shoulder to see if they were being followed.

“You’re a superhero, you should be able to outrun the police!” she snapped back.

“I can, but...” he glanced over his shoulder again before rolling his eyes, “Oh just come on!”

He pulled her towards a park, hoping it’d make it easier to lose them. The cops yelled at them to stop, (y/n) erupted into a fit of giggles while Peter prayed that neither of them got tazed. They stumbled around some bushes and Peter led them towards the playground, where he hid them both behind one of the slides. They peaked around the corner, the cops were still heading there way.

“We should keep running,” (y/n) whispered.

“Just give it a second,” Peter insisted, “I’m sure they don’t want to chase us all around when they have a whole party to bust.”

“I don’t know they kind of seem like dicks,” she mumbled.

“They’re cops, what did you expect?”

“Did you see where they went?” one of the cops asked.

The other shook his head, “No, I saw them running into the playground but that’s it.”

“Do you really wanna spend all this time looking for them?” the first questioned, “We’re gonna be in trouble if we don’t help them bust the party.”

“Yeah yeah,” he sighed, “Let’s head back, this is a waste of time.”

“Thank god,” (y/n) sighed.

“I think we should take a break from parties for a while,” Peter stood, offering her his hand, “Come on, we can cut through the park to get back to the car.”

“Good idea,” her head fell onto his shoulder while they walked, “I don’t know about you but I’m definitely ready for bed.”

“Yeah, me too,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to her head just as a whirring sound overtook the park, “What the...”

(y/n) squealed and clung to Peter, attempting to shield herself from the sprinklers, “Peter!”

“I didn’t turn on the sprinklers!” he laughed and took her hands in his, “Come on, it’s just a little water.”

“It’s freezing,” she shivered, scooting closer to him in an attempt to shield herself from the water.

“I think it feels nice,” he kissed her forehead, a smirk came to his lips as he mocked her words from earlier that night, “Run!”

She burst into laughter again as he pulled her through the park, stumbling as she tried to keep up with him. He didn’t stop until they reached the sidewalk, safely out of reach from the sprinklers. She stopped to catch her breath while he started laughing again, flicking his wet hair out of his face.

“We’ve still got a bit of a walk,” he hummed, “You want my jacket?”

“Thanks, but I don’t think your wet jacket is gonna do much for me.”

“No, but I thought I’d offer,” he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Well come on, we gotta get you to that nice warm car.”

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“Finally,” (y/n) groaned when she spotted the car, running up to the passenger door excitedly, “Hurry up!”

Peter rolled his eyes as he unlocked the car, “It’s gonna take a minute to get it warmed up.”

“That’s okay,” she hummed as he turned on the car, letting her eyes fall closed as she settled into her seat, “I can’t wait to get home and take a nice warm shower.”

“I doubt you will be awake when we get home.”

“I will be,” she assured, placing her hands against the rapidly warming vents.

“We’ll see,” he hummed, “My money’s on you falling asleep though.”

“I’m staying awake,” she insisted, “So we can take a nice warm shower and cuddle up in bed together.”

“That sounds nice,” Peter squeezed her hand before he pulled into the street, “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” she hummed, “Nothing better than snuggling up with my Peter.”

He blushed as he nodded in agreement, “Yeah, nothing better than that.”

Sure enough, fifteen minutes into the ride, she was half asleep, head against the windows and her eyes half closed. Peter chuckled at the sight and set a hand on her leg, causing her eyes to dart to him. She smiled and set her hand over his, squeezing it before returning her eyes to a window. He squeezed her leg and looked back to the road.

Another five minutes passed and it was clear she had fallen asleep. Peter turned down the music and the heater, hoping to keep it quiet so she could sleep for the rest of the drive. She was a light sleeper so he tried to make the drive as smooth as he could, and by some miracle he managed to pull into their parking garage with her still asleep. He picked her up from the passenger seat as gently as he could, but she still began to stir.

“Peter,” she mumbled, only half awake at that point.

“It’s alright, we just got home,” he kissed her forehead with a smile, “You just sleep, I’ll carry you to bed.”

“Okay,” she mumbled, letting her head fall against his chest.

He smiled as he carried her through the halls towards their apartment, kicking open the door as gently as he could, “Do you wanna change for bed?”

She nodded, curling up into a ball as he set her on the bed, “Yeah, let’s just lay down first.”

“Alright sweety,” he chuckled and laid down beside her, wrapping his arms around her middle, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she mumbled with a yawn, “Thanks for carrying me in Peter.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he kissed her forehead, “Now get some sleep, we might have to run from the cops again tomorrow.”

A tired laugh left her lips, followed by another yawn, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be ready.”

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ladydeznutz · 3 years

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When He Loved Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: My first fic and it's angst that came into my head around 3am. I've always wanted to write fics, but I didn't like how I wrote and I was embarrassed. First time writing for others so I tried to keep away from using just she/her pronouns, but if that's what you'd like just lemme know

I can write for other fandoms, and imma make a list of the fandoms I like bc I have so many I forget. I'll also add some other things if it interests me. Not comfortable with nsfw just yet so apologies. Anyways, enjoy the fic ig and please give me criticism if you see something wrong

idk how tumblr works with spacing and all that so hopefully this comes decent looking

Prompt: Please, don't leave me.

TW: S**cide mention

Every day had started to feel the same to you for a while now.

It started when he began missing date nights with you. He was always so excited about them, and then they were happening less and less often. You still saw him on occasion, but it felt more like "business" than anything else.

You didn't get the same giddy feeling you used to get when you'd see him; it felt like going out with him was more of a chore. You couldn't even complain to him about it even if you wanted to. Anytime you did see him long enough, he was always gone within a second, always in a rush. You never knew what he even did with himself or if he was thinking about you at all.

It definitely didn't help that you'd always catch him hanging out with his friends. You confronted Ned about it, but he was always so dismissive. Hell, you had even talked to Michelle about the whole thing. At first, she sympathized, but then it was as if a switch was flipped. You used to go to her to vent about Peter and the relationship. Now, she was practically telling you that you were overreacting.

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You felt like you were going to have a mental breakdown.

Learning about a loved one's passing is always one of the hardest things for anyone to deal with, especially when it's someone you deeply care about.

You had just received the news that your best friend had killed himself a couple of hours ago.

You didn't know how to feel.

You couldn't wrap your head around it. There was no warning.

You and he had been friends since childhood, and you knew each other so well that neither one of you could even remember a time when the other wasn't around.

Your hands shook as you picked up the phone to call Peter. Your tears finally fell as you listened to the constant ringing of the phone, and you knew he wasn't going to answer. Rage grew within you as you heard his voicemail message causing you to throw your phone across the room. It crashed into the wall and broke, but you didn't pay any mind to it as you fell to the ground and let out a wailed sob.

Why did this have to happen?

You could barely catch your breath between sobs.

Your body shook.

You didn't care about anything anymore.

You didn't care about Peter anymore.

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Weeks had passed, and Peter was exhausted.

Tracking down a gang, taking them down, and meeting another Spider-Man had just been a lot for him to take in. He was so tired, he didn't even want to think about it anymore. His back ached as he climbed through his window.

He was just so damned tired.

He stripped out of his suit, took off his web-shooters, and placed them back in his closet. Then, he took a quick shower.

His job was a bit easier to have Ned and MJ know he was Spider-Man. Now he just had to tell you.

Peter stood in the middle of the room and weighed out what would happen. He felt sorry for lying to you, and he knew that he was being distant. He just didn't have the courage to deal with any of it because he was worried about you. He couldn't lose you too.

As Peter lied down to finally get some rest, he wondered how you were doing. Karen had said you tried calling him, but he couldn't answer he had been in the middle of a stakeout.

He got up and rummaged through his book bag to get his phone, turning it on to scroll through his messages. He sat up as he realized how many he had gotten. Had something happened?

As he scrolled through, his heart broke. So many people had posted about the loss of Jay and were gossiping about why he did it. When he finally went through them all, he looked at your one missed call and gulped.

You had called him that day, and he didn't pick up.

He clicked the voice mail and listened to the message. All that he could hear were your pained sniffles, a shout, and then the line cut off.

He felt sick as he replayed the message.

Peter already felt awful about lying to you; he had to fix this. He quickly texted you, put his web-shooters back on, and was ut the window.

He knew the way to your house, so it took him no time to et there. As he was getting ready to knock on your window, he did a double-take and took a closer look.

Someone was sitting in your room; it looked like he had been waiting for you. Peter quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the guy. He was wearing a red and green jacket with shorts and sneakers. He also looked like he was wearing tights?

Suddenly, you walked into the room, so Peter backed away from the window to hide in the shadows. You seemed to be upset as you were wiping your eyes quite a bit.

"I'm sorry Miles. I didn't think I'd start crying like that," you said as you sat on your bed.

"Hey, it's okay," he replied as he stood up and moved closer to you. You sniffled as you tried to regain your composure. Peter didn't quite know how to react. Who was this? What was going on?

"I just...he..." you groan out in frustration as you grip your hair. Miles' eyes widen as he sees tears start flowing from your eyes again.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asks as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You shrug as you shake your head.

"It's complicated, and besides, that's what our therapy's for" you chuckle dryly. Miles' eyes wander the room as he tries to think of something to do to cheer you up. "How 'bout we go out tonight?" he suggests.

"I don't like the tone of that voice" you sass as you turn to give him a look. Peter watches Miles turn around, and his eyes widen. Miles was wearing a suit, a Spider-Man suit. The same Spider-Man he saw the other week.

"Any place you wanna go to, we'll go" he adds with a cheeky smile. "Really? You're not busy?" You cross your arms as you stare him down.

"Nah, night's been quiet. Besides, I might be busy tomorrow, then you'd miss your favorite person in the world" he winks as you begin to smile. Peter's heart sank as he realized what was happening. He thwipped a web to the building across from yours and sat down on the edge of the roof. Pulling out his phone, he sent you a text.

Can we talk tomorrow?

Giggling could be heard from across the street. Peter looked up and bit his lip as you glanced at your phone and threw it on your bed. You got onto Miles' back, and you both swung away.

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After you tried calling Peter that day, you stopped reaching out to him altogether. You decided that you'd wait to talk to him until he finally realized you weren't there. It had been about five weeks, and in those five weeks, you had gone to therapy and counseling.

You met Miles in counseling. He was sweet but seemed to get off topic a lot. When you were getting ready to leave one session, he had come up to you, put his hand on your shoulder, and let out a simple "Hey." One thing led to another, and you had both bonded over your losses. You went to Miles' uncle's funeral, and he went to Jay's funeral with you.

You were currently sitting on a swing at the playground as you waited for Peter. It was taking him forever to show, and at this point, you wanted to get this whole conversation over with.

Frowning, you looked around, wondering why he was taking so long. He should've been here by now. Maybe he decided not to come after all.

When that thought crossed your mind, you scoffed and stood up. Before you could go anywhere, however, you felt someone gently grab your hand. Looking back, you saw Peter staring at you with a small smile on his face.

"You came."

"Of course I did"

Peter pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around you. You take a deep breath as you stare off towards the slide. He pulls away when he realizes you're not hugging him back. The both of you pull away awkwardly as you look at each other.

"Peter-" "(Y/N)-" both of you speak at the same time.

"I- I have o tell you something" he starts with a stutter. You wait patiently as you motion for him to continue. "I know th-that I've been....not here for you for a while-" he cuts himself off when he hears you scoff.

"I.....I had these things, and I should've told you as soon as we started dating, and I'm sorry. I know I've been an asshole, more than that actually" you roll your eyes and shake your head as he continues.

"I just.....I love you, and I want you to know that even though I don't show it a lot" he finishes as he rubs the back of his head nervously.

The good thing about coming to this park was that there was usually no one here, and you were glad no one was here right now because boy were you fuming. "Told me about what Parker?" Your hand goes to your hip as you glare at him.

"W-Well....uhm......that guy that you talk to.......I'm like him I guess. Spider-Man." Your eyes widen when you hear the first part. "How the hell do you know I've been talking to someone?"

Peter stumbles with his words as he realizes he's been caught red-handed, "Uh...I was gonna visit yesterday, and I kinda....saw you..talking to him....." You narrow your eyes as you pick up a stick and throw it at him. He ducked before he could get hit, but you were already in his face.

"You were spying on me?!"

"I-I wasn't trying to! I was just-"

"Christ Peter!" All this time of you not being here, and now all of a sudden you just wanna show up out of nowhere because of what?! Jay?! Is that why you're finally talking to me?!" Panic stirs in Peter's eyes as he tries to come up with an excuse.

"I tried so hard to get you to talk to me, and you only wanna talk now because of that shit?! Peter, I can't do this shit with you anymore. I don't care if you're Spider-Man; what was the point of not telling me in the first place?! We live in New York for God's sake!!"

Your face is red as you frustratingly wipe away your tears with your forearm. Peter stays silent as he watches you; he can't say anything right now because you've hit the nail on the head.

"Y-You know what, fuck this. I can't do this shit any-anymore, Peter. But please tel-tell me; w-what did I do wrong? I di-did my best to keep both of us h-h-happy. Please, just tell me what I did wr-wrong." Your words are barely recognizable as you hold yourself to keep you're shaking body still.

Peter steps forward, but instead of stopping him like he thought you would, he cups your face gently as he looks into your eyes.

"(Y/N).....I'm so sorry I made you think this was all your fault. You did make me happy; you still do. I just...I've been so busy being Spider-man that I've neglected you, and I'm sorry for that. But I do still love you, (Y/N). I swear I'll stop doing everything just for you. I-I'll give up being Spider-Man."

You watch him unravel as he keeps talking. You can't bring yourself to care, however, as he spills his heart out. Too much disappointment has built up over the months.

"Pete...."

"Please......(Y/N), just give me another chance. I'll do anything, just please, don't leave me." His voice is soft and insecure as he begs you, almost quivering as he says it. It doesn't invoke any sort of feeling in you though. His sad eyes watch as you pull away from him,

"I'm sorry Peter" you whisper softly as you turn around and walk away.

He doesn't run after you or even shout.

Peter simply watches you walk away until you're out of view. The only thing he can hear is your footsteps as they fade into the distance.

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A/N: Alright so...this whole thing was based on how I could see him being Spider-Man in the beginning ig? Imo I feel like between him and Miles, the latter would be the first to tell you he's Spider-Man

And I always felt like him being away like that with no real reason would make an s/o feel like it's their fault or sumn. Like, I've always seen fics where he and the reader always make up about it, but I wanted to try the bad ending where even though he had good intentions, he's just not ready to handle being a hero, student, and partner.

#peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #miles morales #miles morales x reader #marvel mcu #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #peter parker imagine

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avungerthatgotaway · 3 years

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The Soldier of the Night

heyyyy guys!! this is my first ever request fic and im so excited to do iiiit. please tell me what you think of it in the comments🥰

it's made for this request

summary: y/n finally takes matters into her own hands and escapes hydra. but it won't be as easy as she tought...

warnings: mentions of blood and child neglect

pairings: avengers x teen!reader (platonic)

genre: angst-ish, fluff at the end

Sorry for grammar mistakes.

If you have request feel free to ask🥰

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Y/N Y/LN, but no one calls you by that name. To the world you are known as The Soldier of the Night, the merciless murderer. Mothers all over the world use you to teach their kids about most dreadful dangers. People gather around campfire in woods and share scary stories of your cold heart and homicides you don't feel guilty about. You are the biggest fear of each and every government there is in world.

And you always wonder what all those people would say if they knew how old you were. Or that you never kill willingly. Or that you silently pray every night for the victims you harmed or killed in your brainwashed state.

Or that hydra has no control over you anymore. You are currently running, without exact destination, just to get as far from hydra as you can. They are probably alerted of your absence by this point, but you are already in New York, so you can maybe find a hiding spot before they find you.

-Avengers pov

Nick Fury hurried to the avengers tower, where he called a sudden meeting this morning.

When he came in Steve and Sam were sweaty, probably just came from their morning jog. Bucky was still fighting sleep in his pyjamas, hair sticking out in different directions. Wanda was starring daggers at him for waking her up so early. Tony and Bruce were in lab coats, probably didn't sleep at all. All other avengers were at their respective missions.

"I called this meeting because my resources told me infamous Soldier of the Night is out of hydra HQ. We don't know why, but it's probably another killing mission for hydra. He is currently laying low, somewhere around south entrance to the city. Your mission is to stop him from harming anyone and bring him here. Alive if possible, it would benefit us to know what are hydra's plans at the moment." he finished.

"Alright." said Steve dutifully. "Any information we can get on him before we go?"

"Not much. Only that he is dangerous, and doesn't spare anyone. He is a ghost story. We don't even know if it's a he, that's just a guess."

"Very well. Everyone suit up, I expect you in front of tower in 10." Steve said and left, other avengers following behind.

They came back that evening, exhausted of their unsuccessful search. There was no trace of the soldier. But they had to keep looking as long as there's hope to get rid of the monster.

-2nd person pov

Your heart was racing a hundred miles. You were well aware of the possibility of hydra finding you. But you didn't expect it to be this soon. You were in hiding for only 2 months and they already tracked you down.

Windows broke on your left side and hydra agents started piling in. At the same time on your right side the door broke down revealing whole avengers team, with few additions. You faintly remember one of them as The Winter Soldier, but what was he doing with avengers? Your toughts were cut short by a punch in your face delivered by one of hydra agents.

That's when it snapped: you had to fight for your life. And you probably had to fight both sides.

You started fighting hydra agents, harming them as much as you can without killing.

The avengers stand at the doorstep, and you faintly hear one of them saying "What the actual fuck?". They seemed belivered.

But they soon join the fight knocking out hydra agents. A fist connected with the back of your head, knocking you out into pool of darkness.

Light clacking of bottles was the first thing you hear when you wake up. You squint your eyes open, panic finnaly kicking in to where you are. Your first tought was that you were back in hydra HQ, but the room was way too light for that, and hydra wanted you dead.

You started panicking and franatically got out of the bed, trying to escape. Whoever this is, they nean no good. Even avengers want to kill you. But as soon as you got up, black dots invaded your vision, causing you to fall. But before you hit the groung a pair of arms caught you, leading you to sit back in bed.

"Hey, hey sweetie calm down. No one will harm you here. Don't make any sudden movements, your head is still not completely healed." a man told you.

You just layed back and watched him bandage your wrist.

"I am Bruce Banner, by the way. What is your name?" he asked kindly.

"Y/N Y/LN" you whispered, almost inaudibly but he heard it.

"Alright, Y/N. I think I bandaged all your bruises. Rest of the team is waiting out, do you maybe want to meet them?"

By 'team' he probably meant rest of the avengers. You saw a big 'A' painted on the wasll, so that had to be it, right? You immediately shook your head no, eyes widening in fear. You still weren't sure they won't harm you, and meeting them seemed overwhelming in your current state.

"It's okay, calm down. You can meet them later. I will stay with you a little. We could talk if you want?"

You just shrugged your shoulders, not particularly fond of talking with anyone, but not wanting to seem rude because he did help you.

"Okay. How old are you Y/N?" he asked slowly.

"(your age)" you quietly said.

"Dear lord, you really are just a kid. I'm so sorry for everything you've gone through."

You just zoned out, thinking about everything that happened, when something poped up in your mind.

"Mr. Banner?" you asked shyly.

"Call me Bruce kiddo. What is it?"

"I tought I saw The Winter Soldier at the door when you guys came to get me?"

"Oh yes. Bucky. He was also in hydra, as you probably know. He was brainwashed. I suppose you were too?"

"I was, every time I killed somebody. Sometimes I went to missions with other agents and they didn't brainwash me, but I never killed anyone when I was in my senses." You started thinking about your victims as teers pooled in your eyes.

"We supposed so. Do you want me to bring Bucky in a little? Maybe he can help you feel better, because he knows what you're going through."

You slowly nodded, not wanting to reject meeting avengers the second time.

"Alright, he'll be here in a minute." Bruce gave you a gentle smile and patted your shoulder.

A minute after he exited, in came Bucky. He looked better than when you saw him last, but you doubted he's seen you. You were sneaking out, tryna find some food, when you heard and saw agents torturing him. That's about only memory you have of him, along with stories you've heard from other people.

"Hello there doll. How are you? Bruce told me you remember me." he said gently, sitting at the edge of your bed.

"I-I am alright, i guess. Th-thanks. And yes, I do. A little. I was passing by door, when I saw them torturing y-yo-you." you started sobbing a little, the memory bringing back others. Memories of them torturing you. And you torturing other people in your brainwashed state.

"Hey don't cry. It's okay, shhh. Come here." he opened his arms, and you hesitantly scooted closer, not exactly sure what he wanted. He circled his arms around you, and you flinched, thinking he's gonna attack you. But he just gently kept his arms wrapped around you, soothingly rubbing you back. after some time you wraoed your arms around his middle, still not sure what's going on.

But it was a nice feeling. You never felt something like it before. You felt so safe, like nothing could harm you as long as you two stay like that. You wanted to know what was all this about.

"Wha-at are you do-oing?" you asked after you stopped sobbing, but still hiccuping a little.

"Oh, I'm hugging you. Are you uncomfortable? I will stop if you are. Sorry." he said starting to draw back.

"No!" you quickly said, clutching onto him like koala. You were afraid the sense of comfort will leave you as soon as he withdraws from you.

"Shhh, doll. I won't let go. Never. Nothing will ever harm you here kiddo. We will take care of you. You can live normal life, like all other kids. Maybe go to school after you adapt to your surroundings. Here is a kid Peter he is about your age. You can make friends your age. And of course we will be your friends. For as long as you want it."

"Wait, I can live here? I'm not a burden?"

"No, of course not. Don't ever think that, please."

"B-Bu-Bru" you struggled to remember what Bruce told you his name was.

"Bucky. Or James, whichever you prefer kid."

"Oh okay. What are hugs Bucky?"

"Well I'm hugging you right now. You hug people ti show your emotions. Like comfort, thankfulness, happiness, love. It's what friends do."

"Wait wait wait. You never had a hug before?? Like ever????" a new voice boomed. It sounded genuine but way too loud. You flinched instinctively and hid your face in Bucky's shoulder. He tightened his hold on you for comfort.

"Can you be any louder Thor? And no she was practically raised in hydra, they don't exactly hug around." Bucky said.

"I am sorry, lady Y/N. For frightening you, and for my inappropriate question. I am Thor Odinson." he said coming closer to you.

"It's okay Mr. Thor. I'm Y/N Y/LN, nice to meet you." you said shyly.

"Oh it's lovely meeting you too. I came here because brother Stark asked me to ask you if our presence is wished upon now."

"Huh, what do you think, doll? Ready to meet 'em now? No pressure." Bucky quietly asked, only for you to hear.

You tought about it for a second, but if everyone is nice as three you already met, you'd like to meet them all. And with quiet "okay", Bucky nodded to Thor and he left to call the others in.

That night you layed in your bed, thinking of that day's events. You met everyone, since no one had missions assigned. They were all really nice to you. Even Loki, which surprised every avenger. You were not sure why tho, Loki was nice, and his voice was comforting. The Maximoff twins were really funny, and Tony already started making you your own room! Everyone else you've met was aweosme: Natasha, Clint, Steve, Sam and Rhodey. Peter was shy but nice, he promised to show you some good movies and he was belivered when you said you don't know what those are.

Bucky was still you favorite. He stayed the longest, promising to come and visit you first thing in the morning. You hoped he'll hug you again, you were quite fond of hugs now.

Few months passed since avengers saved you. Life couldn't be better at this point. You were home schooling, or rather preparing to go to real school next year. Peter already introduced you to his friends from school you are going to attend. You were training to become an avenger, and it was so exciting.

You were currently having breakfast tho, sitting in between Sam and Bucky who were bickering about one thing or other. Tony was dancing funnily while making pancakes, while Nat was trying to throw as many blueberries as possible at him. You heard Clint somewhere in wents above you, probably setting up a prank. You smiled to yourself. Even though you never knew love, or had a family until two months prior, avengers accepted you. They were slowly becoming your family, and you couldn't imagine your life without them. ;)

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wkemeup · 4 years

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James

inbox request: “Hii, I was thinking that you could write for the By Any Other Name one shots about (all) the times she still called him ‘James’?“ and “...reader ever gets triggered back to any traumatic situations that happed when she was with brock...” by anonymous ❤️ pairing: bucky x reader chapter word count: 3.5k warnings: PTSD symptoms, dissociation, nightmares, attempted sexual assault a/n: for the anon who requested her calling him James, I swear I didn’t intentionally start out to make this angsty, but it felt right. Also doesn’t surprise me that the angstiest one shot so far is definitely the longest lol. oops. 🌹series masterlist 🌹

“Don’t get cocky just because you survived your first assignment,” Bucky warned, rolling his eyes as Sam sprawled out on the chair in Bucky’s office. Wide toothed grin and the lipstick of an agent on his cheek welcoming him back to HQ after four months under in a biker gang outside of Albuquerque, Sam’s ego had nearly tripled.

“I can and I will,” Sam replied with a snort, sinking further into the chair and kicking up feet up to rest on the desk.

Before Bucky could retort, a short vibration from his cell buzzed against his pocket. He didn’t have a chance to speak as he put the phone to his ear before the voice of a woman came through, firm and calm, though there was a slight edge in her tone. A bated breath. And then --

“Is this Bucky Barnes?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, throwing a look at Sam that quickly faded the playful smile from his face as he straightened in the chair.

“Yes. Who’s this?”

“My name’s Maria. I work with Y/n at the university,” she explained, a little rushed. “Somethings happened... a fire in the break room and... well... she keeps asking for James.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped.

It was rare when you called him by that name. In the beginning, it had slipped out on occasion; little moments here and there when you were absorbed in your book or focused in the kitchen and the unconscious habit spilled through the cracks. It was always followed up with dozens of sweet apologies because you knew how much it meant to him when you called him by his name – his real name -- even though he told you as many times that he didn’t mind.

But lately, he only heard that name through your screams in the middle of the night, under the faint glow of moonlight seeping in through the curtains and sweat beaded on your forehead, through stammering heartbeats and tears streaming down your cheeks. When you couldn’t quite remember where you were or the last year since your husband had died and you’d been freed from under his reign. It disoriented you, threw you back into the midst of Hydra and James Karpov and sometimes it took longer than Bucky could bare before you came back to him.

Maria sighed. “I don’t know who James is, but I thought you might be the next best bet.”

“Y-yeah,” Bucky chocked out, snapping himself from the strange sense of shock. “I’m on my way.”

He lunged for his keys, gave Sam a short grimace to which he nodded in understanding, and rushed out the door.

“What happened? Is she hurt?” Bucky questioned as he sprinted through the halls, pushing past agents and shoving aside interns carrying dozens of files in their hands.

“I couldn’t find any new burns,” Maria confirmed, though there was a trembling ache in her voice she was clearly trying to push aside. “She seems alright physically. I don’t think she got too close to the fire, but… I’ve never seen her like this before. She won’t say a word to anyone without James. Do you know who she’s talking about?”

Bucky gritted his teeth as he flung open the car door, slid inside, and threw it into reverse. “Yeah, I do.”

Sam must have called in for a police escort it seemed, because they met him at the gate with flashing lights and sirens at the ready. Bucky told them through the windows he needed to get to Columbia as fast as possible, and they nodded without question, even though his voice was wavering in every syllable.

By the time he got there, as he burst through the front doors and raced through the halls, it felt like he was drudging through sand, through mud up to his waist, with anvils tied to his ankles and weights shackles on his shoulders. He didn’t stop to pay attention to the students as they stared at him as he ran past.

He found Maria standing at the edge of the hallway next to a fireman and a yellow tape blocking off the area. She softened as he saw him sprinting towards her. Maybe she noticed the sweat on his shirt or the panic in his eyes, but she stepped aside quickly and gestured for the fireman beside her to do the same.

“She’s down by the break room,” Maria told him. “I couldn’t get her to move. EMTs are with her but I’m not sure if she let them examine her yet.”

Bucky nodded, muttering out a short ‘thank you’ before he pushed down into the hallway.

Sure enough, there you were. Sitting on the floor, knees tucked up to your chest, staring straight ahead at the lockers opposite you. There was a vacant look in your eye as you ran your right hand across the scars on your left; discoloration and raised edged that extended around your wrists where the wires had once dug through your skin and the scorch of a fire burned.

An EMT was standing beside you, trying to grab your attention, but you wouldn’t even look at him. He exchanged a look with his buddy as they noticed Bucky approaching. He gave them a quick flash of the badge tucked into his pocket and they stepped back.

Slowly, Bucky knelt down at your side. He could see the faded burn marks on your forearms, nearly seamless to the color of your skin, but still raised and distorted, though they were clearly from the fire over a year earlier. There didn’t appear to be any new marks; no burns on your clothing or red patches upon your skin save for the imprints of your nails upon your hands and you dug them in for relief.

“Y/n?” he called gently, though you didn’t turn in his direction, almost as if his voice were miles away.

He’d only seen you like this once before; the night Rumlow had roped Peter into the underworld of Hydra’s crimes. You’d been so still, so petrified, that you practically looked right through him. It took a while for you to come back to your surroundings, to recognize where you were. He thought about what your friend Maria had said and who you were asking for.

“Sweetheart, it’s me. It’s James. I’m here,” Bucky eased, soothing a hand along your shoulder. You blinked a few times, recognizing his voice, his name, and you turned to him.

“James?” you whispered, relief quickly sweeping through you. You threw yourself into his arms, causing him to stumble back against the wall, but he held you steady.

“Yeah, honey. I’ve got you.”

He could feel the tear marks on his skin where you pressed your face to the crook of his neck. He tried not to stiffen his body, to prevent the muscles from turning to stone and his hands from curling to fists. He couldn’t stand that Rumlow still had this power over you.

It made his blood boil and rage churned like fire in his chest, but he held onto you with the tenderness you needed. He nodded as you called him James, as you stroked your fingers through the short wisps of hair at the nape of his neck.

It took a few minutes, but eventually, you pulled back. You seemed to recognize what happened, remembered the fire as your turned back to look at the break room and the firemen exiting the building. Realization clicked and you glanced up at him; eyes red with tears.

“Bucky?”

Instant relief.

He offered you a gentle smile, prepared, because he knew the wave of apologies that would follow. He’d hold you in his arms, whisper over and over again that it wasn’t your fault, that he didn’t mind you called him James, that he understood. You didn’t always believe him, but he tried.

***

That name quickly became a warning. You’d loved James Karpov, but you loved Bucky Barnes, too. It mattered to you that you called him by his name, no matter how many times he told you otherwise. So, when you used that name, when you called him James, he knew something was wrong.

“Agent Barnes?”

Bucky glanced up at the intern standing in the door frame; nervous grimace on his face and a tie hung a little loose around his neck.

“You have a visitor, sir.”

Bucky shook his head. The sun had already gone down hours ago and he’d been up for days trying to find a connection in the financial records of a white-collar businessman to an underground trafficking ring for Sam and the rest of his former team. It meant another all-nighter at the office, but he knew Steve wouldn’t have asked if they didn’t need the help.

“It’s late, Miles,” Bucky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “See if they’ll reschedule for tomorrow. I’ve got a lot of work to do on this case.”

“Sir, I really think you should see this one.”

Miles stepped aside, moving back to his desk sitting outside Bucky’s office, and leaving the entrance open. Then, almost as if he were imagining it, Bucky heard a muffled meow just beyond the door.

“James?”

Bucky dropped the file in his hands as you approached the edge of his office. Dressed in leggings and a sweatshirt two sizes too big for your frame, dark circles under your eyes, and Cheddar held tight in your arms amongst a pile of blankets inside his carrier, you looked as though you hadn’t slept in days.

“Y/n?” Bucky walked around the side of his desk, making his way to you and gently pulling the carrier from your hands and setting it upon the floor. “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you replied with a shrug.

It had been two days since he was home. It happened sometimes, not often, but enough that you knew what it meant; that the team needed him. You understood, you always said as much, and Bucky called when he could, had takeout delivered to the apartment for you and promised to make it up to you when he got home.

But something was different this time.

“I, um,” you started, glancing around the office nervously. “I keep thinking I’m seeing things. In the dark. In the shadows.” You cleared your throat as Bucky furrowed his brow, a sort of embarrassment seeping through. “I keep seeing Brock.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He led you to the couch in the corner of the room and as he eased you down, he turned to find Miles closing his office door with a sad smile. Bucky leaned down and opened Cheddar’s carrier, letting the cat roam freely around the office, though he decided rather quickly to jump up onto the couch beside you and curl up against your thigh.

“I know it’s crazy,” you said, running your fingers along Cheddar’s spine as he began to purr, “but I… I keep wondering… what if he’s out there? They never found a body, right? I mean… it’s possible he escaped and—”

“It’s not,” Bucky interjected as gently as he could. He remembered the vacant look in Rumlow’s eyes, how he dropped to the ground in a mess of his own blood. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind. As you looked at him again, there were tears in your eyes. “I promise you, sweetheart. He’s dead. He can’t hurt you.”

“I want to believe that,” you whispered, stare dropping down to the floor.

Bucky could see the tension in your jaw, in your shoulders, and how your eyes flashed over to the windows. He pressed a short kiss to your temple and let the silence take over. It was comforting, just listening to the crickets outside and the typing of Mile’s keyboard outside the office door.

“James?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“Can I stay here?” you asked, voice as small as a child’s. “With you?”

You looked at him with a strange kind of hesitation in your eye, like you might be afraid he’d turn you away. It broke his heart, but he tried not to let it show and pushed out a smile instead.

“Of course, love. I’ll see if we can find some blankets for you, alright?”

You nodded, relief quickly spreading through you as you pulled Cheddar into your arms, hugging him tight to your chest. Bucky quickly got up and opened the door a crack to find Miles sitting at his desk, typing away.

“Hey, kid,” Bucky started, “can you track down some—”

“Already got them, sir.” Miles grabbed a stack of blankets from under his desk and a cushion he must have stolen from the lounge and handed them to Bucky.

Bucky nodded, taking them into his arms. Miles was a smart kid. He overhead a lot more than he should, but he never asked questions, never pried, never so much as considered gossiping to the other interns about the personal details of Bucky’s life. Bucky made a note to write him a hell of a recommendation letter.

“Go home, Miles. I’m good for tonight.”

“You sure?”

Bucky smiled. “Yeah.”

Miles jumped up, gave him a quick nod, and practically jogged his way to the elevator.

As Bucky made his way back into the office, he turned to find you already asleep on the couch. He paused, watching as Cheddar tucked himself against your chest as you laid on your side. Your hand was still rested on Cheddar’s back. The cat looked up at Bucky as he approached, his purring loud enough to overshadow the crickets outside.

“You take good care of her, huh?” Bucky whispered to Cheddar, scratching behind his ears. He purred a little louder in response.

Then, Bucky draped a blanket over your legs, letting it fall by your waist. He leaned down and brushed the hair from your eyes, pressed a kiss to your temple, and slowly made his way back to his desk. He had a lot of work to do, but a few glances over at your sleeping form and the ease with which you slept were enough to keep him going through dawn.

***

“That smells incredible,” you gasped as you walked past a bakery in Queens.

You dragged Bucky by the hand to the window where you could see dozens of rows of cookies lined up inside; gooey and warm and wafting through the air enough to make your stomach growl. You turned to him with that pleading look in your eye, teeth biting down on your lower lip.

“Alright, alright,” Bucky chuckled. “I’ll be right back.”

You grinned, clapping your hands together as you waited for him outside. It was a small shop, with barely enough room to walk around inside without knocking into the tables filled with sweets, so you opted to wait by the edge of the bakery.

The sun was setting into a beautiful orange and pink in the distance, and the street lamps barely illuminated the alleys beyond the shop. Across the street, you watched as a young man walked by with two dogs, whistling to himself with every bounce in his step. You smiled.

“Ah, what do we have here?” a voice growled from behind you.

You jolted, heart skipping a beat as you whipped around to face the man standing behind you. Tall, burley, with a long-jagged scar along his jawline, you recognized him only as Markovich; one of the men who worked at the docks under your husband. Ex-husband. Dead husband.

“It’s good to see you, Mrs. Rumlow,” Markovich sneered and suddenly, a hand snacked around your forearm, digging razor sharp into your skin and you felt the violent tug as he dragged you into the alley.

You couldn’t speak, could hardly move, you wanted to scream but you couldn’t find your voice. It all happened so fast. You couldn’t have prepared for it.

Your back slammed to bricks, head pounding in the effort as Markovich pinned you to the wall.

“I’ve been looking for you for a while. The pretty little bitch that put Hydra in chains...”

Markovich drew a line down your cheek to your jaw with his finger. You struggled to stretch out from his reach, but he held you firm.

“But I slipped through the cracks, didn’t I?” he continued, sinister grin upon his thinned lips. His hand slid lower, daring to touch over your neck, your collar bone, over the rapid rise and fall of your chest and the thunderous pounding of your heart. “Now, I’m going to take what’s mine, take what’s been owed to me now that you’ve destroyed Hydra. Stay quiet for me, Mrs. Rumlow.”

You screamed.

“James!”

A hand slammed down over your mouth, dirty and suffocating. You desperately looked up to the streets, but they were empty, filled only with the dark overcast of the sunset and faded flickering of the street lamps.

“Karpov’s dead,” Markovich spat. “He can’t help you now.”

You whimpered, tears burning in your eyes. Your whole body felt numb, shaken, frail, and as Markovich put a hand on your thigh, sliding up your skin and seeking under the hem of your dress, a surge of rage came over you.

You raised your knee with as much force as you could swing between his legs and suddenly, Markovich doubled over in pain. He released you in favor of clutching his crotch, and you stumbled back towards the streets.

“James!” you screamed, voice breaking in the effort. “James!”

Bucky swerved around the corner in a panic, paper bag dropped to the concrete as he saw you rushing towards him. You slammed into his arms, shaking terribly, and Bucky only had seconds to react when he sat Markovich stumbling back to his feet. Bucky quickly pried you from his arms though it killed him to do so.

“Sweetheart, I need you to call Steve.” Bucky kept his eyes on Markovich.

You shook your head. “James, I… I….”

“Do it now,” he ordered, firmer than he ever wanted to be with you, but as he watched Markovich crack his knuckles, baring his teeth, Bucky knew he didn’t have much time. He kept a hand on your shoulder, stilling you at the edge of the street, before he made his way into the dark shadows of the alley.

“You’re supposed to be dead, Karpov,” Markovich growled.

“Yeah, well, you’re supposed to be in jail, aren’t you?” Bucky shot back. “We’ve had outstanding warrant for your arrest for over a year.”

“Should have figured you were a narc.” Markovich spat, sizing Bucky up as he stepped forward. “Always so soft with the boss’s wife. Heard you were fucking her too. Tell me... was it good?”

Bucky clenched his jaw. Over his shoulder, he could hear your voice quietly on the phone with Steve. It wouldn’t take long. Maybe a few minutes before backup arrived. He didn’t like to carry his firearm when he was off duty, especially around you because you’d be subject to enough violence in your life and you didn’t need the constant reminder that Bucky had perpetrated it himself, too. But now, as he stared down the rather large figure of a man with an intent to kill, he seconded guessed his choice to leave it at home.

Markovich rushed forward, lunging straight for Bucky’s neck, which he was able to side step easily. He had more agility than Markovich and he’d use it to his advantage. He got in a few hits before Markovich landed a punch, but when he did, it nearly sent Bucky spiraling to the ground.

“James!” your voice yelped out from behind him. He didn’t dare turn around.

It took until the both of them were panting and Markovich has a steady stream of blood down his nose and Bucky was limping on his left ankle before the cops arrived.

They rushed into the alley, separated Markovich to the wall and cuffed him. Bucky didn’t say a word as Markovich shouted at him through the window of the cop car, threatening him, threatening you.

Hydra didn’t have resources anymore. Markovich couldn’t hurt either of you the way Rumlow had once threatened. Steve would find a way to make sure Markovich stayed silent. It might mean a reduced sentence or privileges behind bars, but he’d keep the two of you safe. Bucky didn’t doubt that for a second.

“Oh, thank god, James,” you rushed towards him, throwing yourself into his arms. It was nearly suffocating how tight you were holding him, but he didn’t mind. You needed this, needed to remember that he was real and safe, and maybe he needed that too.

“I’m alright,” he exhaled, wiping the blood from his cheek. He pulled you back just enough to see your face. “Are you okay? I shouldn’t have left you out here alone. I didn’t think— I should have come faster— I—”

“I’m okay,” you confirmed, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “But I guess ‘okay’ is relative.”

He chuckled at that, nodding as he pulled you back to his chest. “I’ve got cookie dough in the freezer and that movie you’ve been wanting to watch on rent. You up for that?”

He could feel your smile against his chest.

“Yeah, I’m up for it.”

Bucky gave a short nod to the officers clearing the scene behind him and guided you back to the sidewalk. It was a short walk back to the apartment from where you were.

“Hey Bucky?” you asked, and he felt a wash of relief in his own name.

“Yeah, honey?”

“Thanks for keeping your promise.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes. “What promise?”

“To always protect me,” you said simply, squeezing his hand a little tighter.

Bucky nodded, a soft kind of smile pushing at his cheeks. “Always, sweetheart. Always.”

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Baby Monitor Protocol (Steve Rogers)

Anonymous asked: i just got this random imagine idea for a steve rogers x reader where the reader is pretty new to the avengers and she’s given the “baby monitor protocol” like peter was (even though she’s like 19 and she thinks she shouldn’t need it) and she wears a mask on missions & maybe one day tony looks through what she looks at & he sees how much she check out steve’s butt LMAO & then maybe teases or exposes her for it. idk you can have your own twist lol

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Steve Rogers x Reader ft. Tony Stark (Fluff/Funny) Warnings: Swearing Word Count: 1.3k

He was fucking hot, okay? You couldn’t deny it, no one could. He had a beautiful voice that made you want to melt when he was out on the field, and that suit on him- it did wonders, mostly to that wonderful ass. You’d silently grin in your mask whenever his booty would pop up on your screen, and you would often keep that image there a moment longer than necessary. And out on the field, when you were on a mission with him, you’d take every chance to just gaze down at his butt and smile.

It was America’s ass.

Today, you were on a mission with him, Peter, Bucky and Tony. It was a more complicated mission, which required all of you. But for now, you were free, just being look out for everyone. Steve decided to stick around with you, while Bucky and Peter went off to the second and fifth floor of the facility, while Tony stayed in the quinjet, surveying the woods a few miles away. You took the time to sit on the floor, just gazing at Steve’s butt while he looked around.

Steve’s ass was something you and your friends chatted about a lot. You chuckled quietly into your mask as you thought about a line your friend said about it, but then you stopped quickly, noticing your suit activated. “What?” You quietly mumbled at the AI, as Tony’s face popped up.

Your AI, Alex, started to speak up, “Baby Monitor Protocol Activated. Increased heartrate detected, spike in blood pressure, and you are shaking. Tony Stark has been contacted.” You gasped loudly, shaking your head, “Alex! No! I don’t need to talk to Tony, everything’s all good, just thinking about,” You paused and furrowed your eyebrows.

“I’m thinking about boys.” You confessed a bit louder, turning your whole body away from Steve’s as he started to listen to you talk. Steve thought you were speaking to him, as he sat down next to you, tilting his head.

“Oh, that’s alright Y/n. Uh, just pay attention to the mission as well. But did you need to tell me something?” He asked gently, moving his shield down onto the floor, as you moved your neck to look back at him. Your eyes widened, quickly shaking your head.

“Wha- no, no, we’re cool here.” You lied, seeing Tony’s face glitch a bit as the connection fully started to load. Steve nodded back to you and knitted his eyebrows worriedly. He moved his hand through his hair, watching as you tried to pull up your mask so Tony would lose the connection. The mask wouldn’t budge though, causing you to tug on it even harder and Steve looked down at it, concerned.

“Quickly! Please take it off!” You pleaded him, not wanting Tony to speak up about why your heartrate was elevated. Steve tugged on it, and sighed, not knowing why it was so strong. He started to speak up, “Y/n, what’s happening?” And when you went to reply, Alex started to speak again.

“Connection now completed.”

You cursed loudly, moving away from Steve as you banged your head up against the wall. Steve backed up a bit, even more worried when he heard Alex. You gulped as Tony grinned back at you on the screen in the mask, “Hey kid,” He started, chuckling as you grumpily shook your head back to him.

“Turn off Baby Mode.” You demanded, crossing your arms together. Steve took his cue to stand back up, for you to have your conversation privately. He walked back to his position, watching if anyone spotted you two, or Peter and Bucky.

You focused on Tony as he shook his head back at you, still grinning. “Why are you so nervous, huh?” He teased playfully, raising his eyebrows back at you. Another gulp came from you as you glanced away from his face on the screen and back to Steve quickly, “Nothing.” You pushed out.

“You sure it’s nothing? Let me check, did you see something?” Tony hummed back, watching as you coughed out, even more embarrassed. You shook your head again at him, knowing he was going to replay what you saw in your mask that caused you to act this way, no matter what. You just hoped Steve wasn’t listening.

He clicked on the options he saw on the computer, in the quinjet, watching as the video played up in front of him. At first, nothing out of the ordinary appeared, but that was when your heartrate spiked up. He squinted his eyes as he gazed to the screen, as he looked out into the forest near you, trying to find whatever it was, if it wasn’t what he first thought it was.

His first thought was Steve of course. He suspected it for a while now, that you had a crush on him or something, but he pushed it off when he noticed you and Peter got closer together. But when he couldn’t see anything in the back, he looked towards the front, seeing as Steve bent over after he dropped his shield by accident.

Your attention was just on his ass.

Tony groaned exaggeratedly as he pushed the video away and went back to talking to you, through the suit and video call. “Look, I understand crushes and the weird attraction to asses, but Y/n-” You cut him off with a loud yelp.

“Tony, shut the fuck up!” You grinded out through your teeth, feeling the embarrassment roll through you in waves. He continued, laughing as he leaned back into his chair, spinning it around. “And to think that Peter and you were dating! You were just admiring some tennis balls!” He laughed loudly.

You gasped at the term and shook your head, knowing it was another joke. “Steve’s butt cheeks are not tennis balls!” At the mention of his name, Steve glanced back at you, just in shock at what you said.

“Excuse me?” He questioned you, walking back to you as Tony put a hand over his mouth, laughing quietly. You blanked as Steve stood in front of you with that look on his face, and his hands on his hips. “Go on, say it.” Tony pressed out, grinning widely, as you glanced down at your lap, ashamed at yourself and angry at Tony.

“You- That ass of yours, that’s America’s ass.” You mumbled, quickly glancing up to Steve. He scoffed out, shaking his head, “Tony put you up to this, right? He knows I’ve been having to do squats recently,” Steve paused, smiling down to you, as an offering back.

Your eyes widened as you smiled back, laughing, “Yeah, Tony makes it a habit to look at your booty.” You laughed out, feeling waves of relief in you as the blame went to Tony, instead of you. Tony spluttered out a confused noise, starting to deny it.

Steve could hear Tony, but instead of believing him, he shook his head back down to your mask, knowing Tony could see. “Don’t have to be so jealous about it, just talk to me about it next time.” He talked to the mask. You bit your lip from laughing even louder, knowing that would signal to the others at the facility.

You sighed as Steve sat down next to you, and you wanted to dance happily. Everything was okay, and you technically did admit to him, that he had a great ass.

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Peter B. Parker Pre-Relationship Headcanons

A/N: Why? Because it’s my blog, I love Peter B. Parker, and not enough people are still writing for him.

How did they first meet?: Normally, people in apartments prefer to keep to themselves. New Yorkers are especially not an exception. But it’s a little hard to avoid meeting someone whose crying you can hear going on through the thin walls of your cheap apartment -- no matter how much you may want to. Maybe the delivery person was tired and misread the address, but they wound up delivering an extra-large pizza to your door instead of the one to the right of your place -- the one where at any given moment, you could be hearing crying, a phone alarm clock going off for way too long, or an animal documentary playing. Pettiness told you to just keep the pie for yourself as revenge for him being such a weirdass, whoever he was. But the decent person you really were reminded you that doing that wouldn’t really accomplish anything. Besides: If the dude is already crying so often, why make it even worse by stealing his pizza? Sighing heavily, you shuffled over to your mysteriously somber neighbor to try to do the right thing . . .

What was their first impression of each other?: To be perfectly frank, not good. Peter had made his first impression to you before you’d even met him -- and you thought he was a weirdass! That, or really depressed. Given the apartment building you both lived in, it could very easily have been both. But when he opened that door, revealing himself to be a very tired-looking 30-something, you knew it was probably more the latter. And even though it was technically your third impression of him, the sour expression he wore with the equally unpleasant curtness over how you weren’t the delivery kid left a bitter taste in your mouth. The aftertaste stuck with you, tainting your thoughts of him for weeks on after. So it really shocked you when he reappeared after going silent for about a week, having seemingly done a complete 180. No, not seemingly -- had! As it turned out, his time in Miles’ dimension had caused Peter to become more introspective. Both on his life, and how he wound up treating others in it. Including you. He felt pretty bad for how things had started off. In hindsight, he was coming from a pretty dark and arguably even selfish place. Heck, the first thoughts he had of you (annoying, a nuisance) weren’t even based in reality: Rather, they had been muddled by his own cynicism and depression. And he really did regret that it never transformed properly beyond that, even during the scattered few times you would see one another as you left or returned to your respective apartments. When he tried to start over, being kinder, his impression of you was someone who was guarded -- as you had every right to be. It would take some time and a lot more mellowing before he learned that you were more of a shy, concerned person at the heart of things.

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?: Peter honestly didn’t know how much he should let the others know about when it came to you. Was it really appropriate to use the cross-dimensional communication system to reveal that he not only was no longer involved with MJ on a romantic level, but also was potentially eyeing somebody new? No, but the disturbingly insightful Noir caught on and demanded that Peter come clean after using some detective mumbo-jumbo about how his pupil dilation indicated the presence of another woman in his life. Everyone to both Peter’s relief and embarrassment is supportive of this new chapter in his life, gently jabbing at how incredible it was for such an “old-timer” to put himself back out there. Even though the usage of “leap of faith” made his cheeks burn (how dare his own protégé once again use the phrase against him), part of Peter couldn’t help but wonder where such a leap might take him. Or if this was a leap he should even take. You, on the other hand, try to keep your budding attraction to your neighbor a secret from your loved ones. Yes, you’re a grown-ass woman, but that doesn’t make it any easier that you’re crushing a little higher than you normally do, age-wise. But eventually, the strain of bottling it up (coupled with your friends’ pestering) let to you coming clean. Of course, there were a lot of initial taunts on the matter but once that had calmed down, they were surprisingly supportive. “It’s New York,” they reasoned. “We’ve got some weirdo in a red suit swinging around and shooting webs -- you getting with your older neighbor is one of the most normal things that could ever happen in this city.” A fair point. But still, you had some concerns . . .

Who felt romantic feelings first?: You did, and the realization of it made you convinced you must have Daddy Issues floating around somewhere, though it was debatable to you if Peter could even qualify as a Daddy. You don’t even know where or when it started! (And frankly, you’re not sure if you want to because the chances that it happened when he was horking down on something is just too big a risk to take.) And even though you knew stranger things have happened, this was something you never would have guessed when you once humored the idea of meeting your “one true love” in New York City.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?: You both did, and both had a laundry list of excuses reasons as to why you did. Yours started with the age gap, continued with things such as being worried he saw you as immature, and didn’t so much end as it did thud to a conclusion at your inner conviction that his heart still belonged to his ex-wife. And Peter didn’t even know where to begin with his. Most would probably suggest the fact that he was Spider-Man, but he would beg to differ. Yeah, it was a big deal, but so was (at least to him) the idea of an age gap and coming across as a creepy old guy. And even beyond those was the fact that being a depressed 30-something living in a shoddy apartment with a newspaper job despite having a degree in physics. (So basically, he’s peak Millennial.) To him, it just wasn’t a good look. Besides, was it right of him to go after someone new? Was it fair to him or you? Or was that just intrusive thoughts doing the talking? Whatever it was, the poor fellow couldn’t help but feel he was at a bit beside himself. And at the end of it, the two of you were just overthinking things to the point of nearly exploding.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?: Do you know how many strange things random people walking around New York have told the both of you? You’ve learned not to invest a whole lot of thought into it. Not gonna lie, the idea would petrify Peter on so many levels that it’s not even funny. For one, he’d spent all this time convinced that MJ was his one true love. And now the universe is telling him that there isn’t a one singular true love!? Besides, what if he messes this one up? He talked a big game about a leap of faith, but that was with familiar territory: He knew MJ and how to approach her and be with her. But you? You’re something else. Not a bad something else, but . . . not quite one he knows exactly how to approach, especially this far into the game that is his life. To be perfectly honest, he might actually try to keep some distance and hope that you aren’t aware of how the two of you are connected. He doesn’t mean to hurt you, but he doesn’t mean to hurt you, if that makes sense. Peter knows his alter ego can cause a lot of pain and strife, and it was hard enough just going through that with MJ; he doesn’t want to drag another person into that, not if he isn’t sure if they’d be ready for it. But he will keep a close eye on you. Not only because you’re a citizen of the city he swore he would protect, but now he knows you’re meant to be particularly special to him. If he can’t love you up close, then the least he can do is at least make sure you stay safe. Maybe even fed, as he sometimes knocks on your door, claiming that he ordered too much food and would like to give you some. Perhaps he leaves a bag on your doorknob full of spices you may have wanted or coupons for things he thinks you might need, knowing that you’re probably scrimping and saving just as much as he is. Just little things to assure that you’re fine, seeing as he surely couldn’t do so as yours. . . . Right? See, the funny thing about soulmates is that while it comes down to the individuals what they can try to do about it, the bond between them will always been inevitable, given the right circumstances. So it was always inevitable that the distance would be worn away by the man who put them there. It was always inevitable that Peter would enjoy your company, and you his. What wasn’t inevitable was the fact that Peter would be standing in the middle of a bodega, reaching for a pack of candy he thought you might like, pause, and then silently curse himself. Whether he knew it or not, he took a leap of faith. And now he was in far too deep to get out.

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Tattoos & Tears — CHAPTER 6

a/n: on everybody's 18th birthday, they get a tattoo of their soulmate written on their wrist. for you, it's your best friend who you thought you got over. who even has a girlfriend of his own.

warnings: swearing, slight smut

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The room seemed to shrink more and more as seconds were spent in pure silence. Peter never left his glaring eyes from you, eyeing how you couldn’t look at him. Instead you kept twirling your fingers and looking at them.

You knew eventually the secret would be out, but now that it became a reality, it was way more intense than you thought it was going to be. You’ve never seen Peter look at you like that. It’s always been smiles and laughter, twinkling eyes and happiness. Now, it’s silence and glares, hands in tight fists and waiting for someone to say something. Peter was getting impatient by the minute, and was tired of the rather very undeserved silence you were giving.

“Speak.” It wasn’t a question. It was more of a demand. His void was raspy and cold, causing shivers to run down your back and goosebumps to arrive on your skin. You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it immediately afterwards. You wanted to scream sorry and confess your heart out. You just wanted to drop all your walls and let it all out. But the words wouldn’t come up. It obviously didn’t make Peter happy. It only made him angrier.

“SPEAK!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. He ignored how you flinched and stepped away from him. All his friends could have easily heard him, but that wasn’t his focus either. His focus was on how betrayed and hurt he felt. You never kept secrets from him, especially something this big. His heart was aching from your actions, and it overcame all his senses and gave him no control.

“I....I-I’m sorry...” you whispered under your breath. Peter scoffed. Then chuckled. And then chuckled again. Now he was laughing in disbelief.

“Sorry? Sorry? That’s what you’re going with?” You knew it was a bad starter, and Peter was in complete disbelief. He deserved way more than just a sorry. “What are you sorry for, Y/N? Hiding the fucking fact that you’re my supposed ‘soulmate’?” Something about the way he said soulmate made you lose the shy demeanor, which was replaced with an anger mirroring his.

“Yes! Of course I’m sorry for that! ‘Oh, let me go up to my boy best friend since middle school and tell him the tattoo is his name when he has a fucking girlfriend!“ Peter groaned and looked away, knowing you were somewhat right. But you did more than hide it.

“Okay, yeah, sure, but you said it was Brad! You lied to me!” The haunting memory came back, and it was your turn to look away.

“I had to come up with something! If I didn’t you would’ve been on my ass about it!” You sighed and started rubbing your temples, trying to calm down. “This is exactly why I didn’t wanna say anything! Because you’re in love with...MJ.” For some reason, that last sentence was hard to get out. It knocked the wind right out of you, causing your chest to ache and your eyes to tear up. Peter noticed and looked down at his shoes, his own memories coming back.

“I....I’m not anymore...” he mumbled meekly.

“What...?” You started wide eyed at him, taken aback by his sentence. He’s always been in love with her. Ever since the beginning. He’s done everything for her. He must be lying. That’s the only explanation. “Listen, Pete...my hearts already been broken from this...you don’t have to lie.”

It was Peter’s turn to look at you in disbelief. Heartbroken? What?

“What do you mean?” You sighed, knowing exactly what to say at that moment. The secret was already out. No point in hiding anymore...

“Peter...I’ve been in love with you since freshman year, I was just really good at hiding it. D-Do you remember the week where I went M.I.A?” He nodded and swallowed hard. “That was because I saw you kiss MJ...hence the whole ‘heartbreak’ thing. I went through it already and I don’t want to have to go through it again, so don’t lie and say you love me.” You couldn’t hide back the pain in your voice. Peter’s head was running one hundred miles per hour, causing him to sit down on his bed, running his hands through his hair.

He took in your words and your confession slowly. Heartbreak. Kissing MJ. You love him. As crazy as it sounds, he didn’t even hang onto the fact that you loved him. And he was your soulmate. It all clicked when you really looked at it. Peter didn’t know whether to love it or hate it.

For some reason, Peter’s silence led you to slowly sit down next to him. He kept looking away from you, keeping his elbow on his knee and his hand in his curls. You took a deep breath, realizing he wasn’t going to say anything. “Like I was saying...you love MJ. And I’m with Brad, so...maybe we can put this behind us and act like it never happened?” You proposed. Peter sniffed and looked at you and disbelief.

“We cannot put something like this behind us. And I don’t love MJ, I said it already.” Still in disbelief, you titled your head and squinted your eyes slightly.

“If you don’t love her then why are you still in a relationship with her?” You were putting him on the spot, and now it was Peter’s turn for his anxiety to grow.

“Because I don’t wanna hurt her, Y/N! MJ’s a cool person, but I don’t like her as a girlfriend anymore. I don’t love her anymore.” You watched intently as he kept his eyes trained on yours. Your face fell in realization. He was telling the truth. “I...I love you.” He whispered. For some reason the air became thicker and the only thing in that small bedroom was him. His eyes never left yours, as you both kept staring at each other.

There was some sort of black hole that was aching between you two, causing to slowly pull closer to him. Peter saw as your widened eyes softened, and he titled his head towards yours. His diverted from your lips, then your eyes, then back at your lips again. You were leaning more closer now. So close, that Peter’s breath was tickling your nose and cheeks. In an agonizing and long few seconds, you felt his soft lips on yours, and your shoulders relax. Peter hummed softly into the kiss, feeling his own weight being lifted off his chest. There goes the butterflies in his tummy, and his flushed, red cheeks. Your self consciousness was turned off, as you decided to keep initiating the kiss, and press your lips more firmly against his.

Slightly taken aback, Peter’s lips stuttered before moving with yours. Soft, gentle pecks turned into slow, passionate open mouthed kisses, and you found yourself needing to pull away at the lack of oxygen. Your forehead never left his, both of your eyes hooded and your pants mixing. You looked up into Peter’s eyes, and then his face. Something about how flushed his lips and cheeks were made that familiar desire crawl back all over your body. You didn’t hesitate to fist his t-shirt in both your hands, and yank him towards you for another kiss.

Peter groaned before kissing you back with just as much force, causing a rhythmic smacking sound erupt in the room. His hand started slowly crawling up your hip, gripping it tightly. You softly whimpered before hiking both of your legs next to his hips, straddling him. The position got you closer to Peter, making that fire in your explore even more. To say you’ve dreamed about this day would be an understatement.

Peter was beginning to grow impatient as he pulled away, trailing his kisses down your jawline. You tilted your head back, giving him more access and freedom to do whatever he wanted. His grip on your hips tightened, surely leaving marks as his lips danced on your neck. You gasped as he kissed your sweet spot, feeling Peter smirk against that same spot. He started sucking and nipping, causing you to softly moan into his ear, gripping his chocolate curls and tugging. He groaned into your neck before smoothing the red mark with his tongue. You closed your eyes and hummed, causing Peter to be more aggressive and start sucking more marks into your neck.

Sure, you’ve had your first kiss before, but they compared nothing to what was happening now. No one kissed you like this before. Especially not Brad.

Wait, Brad!

“P-Pete...” you whispered softly. Peter misunderstood your sound for one of pleasure, and started sucking even harder. As good as it felt, you knew how wrong it was and started to gently push against his chest. But he couldn’t seem to take the hint, being completely entranced by you. You started pulling away from him and hitting his chest more firmly. “Peter!”

Peter heard your alarmed cry and looked up at you panicked. “W-what? What did I do?” A million thoughts ran through his mind, but his main one was that he mad you uncomfortable and fucked everything up. His hair was a mess, now being a messy plop of curls, his chest heaving up and down from how passionate the moment was. You took one last glance at how perfect he looked, no matter how messy he was, before getting off his lap and losing his touch entirely.

“T-This is wrong...so wrong.” Peter swallowed hard and looked at you embarrassed, while you tried to smooth your hair down and collect yourself.

“I’m sorry-“ Peter started.

“D-Don’t, just...never speak of this again.” You looked at him with slightly teary eyes before opening the door and storming down the hallway. You quickly grabbed your phone from the couch where everyone was sleeping and made a beeline for the front door, practically slamming it down and sprinting towards your house.

Peter was still in slight shock, trying to process what happened. He knew it was wrong, but you kept imitating it. So who’s fault is it? Fuck, what if MJ finds out? He would hurt her more than ever. He thought he got this weight off his shoulders already, but you pulling away from him made it come back twice as heavy. He groaned and hid his hands in face, sitting in silence with nothing but his thoughts. Now he definitely had no choice. He had to tell MJ as soon as possible.

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Peter tried texting you before going to bed, but you never even opened them. His stomach was stuck in knots that couldn’t be untangled, the nights events replaying in his head. He kept his hands buried in his pockets and his head down, taking occasional glances so he could see where he was going in the sea of students. He glanced up and saw MJ leaning against his locker looking left and right. He blew some air out, mentally preparing himself before standing next to her. She sent a friendly and sweet smile before kissing his cheek.

“Hey, loser.” She mumbled. He chuckled a bit at the nickname, knowing this might be the last time he’ll ever hear it.

“H-Hey, um, I-I have to talk to you...” He said meekly. MJ’s smile didn’t change as he kept looking at him.

“Okay, yeah, one second, Y/N!” She shouted from the hall. Peter looked behind her, and saw you chatting with Brad at the lockers not too far from them. He noticed you were wearing a turtleneck, probably to hide the hickeys he unintentionally gave you last night. Once he locked eyes with you he looked down and cleared his throat. “Can you come here for a sec? Bring Brad with you.” You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at Brad, only to find him mirroring you. He shrugged slightly before walking with you in front of MJ.

“Hey MJ, what’s up?” You asked cautiously. Peter was silent and glaring daggers at Brad, who had an arm around your shoulder. Much to his please, you gently shrugged it off and kept your attention on MJ.

“Nothin’ just thought I’d need you all 3 for this right here.” MJ pulled out her phone and turned it on it’s side, so the screen was now in a horizontal view. You all moved closer to her and looked at her phone. You felt your heart drop and your face pale.

It was a video of you and Peter from last night, making out—you straddling his waist. The smacking sounds and soft moans didn’t make it better, and your ears started ringing while Peter’s throat started growing a lump at the bottom.

“Y/N...are you fucking kidding me?” Brad asked you, pure anger lacing his voice. You looked up at him, your eyes glossy in tears, your mouth open in shock. “When the fuck was this?”

“Last night. At Peter’s birthday party.” MJ answered for him. Her voice was calm in the most disturbing way, not an ounce of hurt or betrayal in it. You saw as Brad’s jaw clenched, his own betrayal showing through.

“Why the fuck would you do this, Y/N?!” MJ scoffed and turned to Peter.

“Yeah, Peter. Why would you do this, too?” None of you had an answer as Peter looked down at his beat up shoes and you stared at Brad’s hurt expression. The next few seconds are spent in silence before Brad scoffs and turns away from you, starting to walk away.

“Brad, wait!” You chased after him as Peter eyed you, feeling guilt slowly eat him up. He turned to MJ’s emotionless glare and swallowed thickly.

“In case it’s wasn’t obvious, we’re over, and you’re fucking dead to me.” MJ demanded. Her voice was now cold and aggressive, making her even more intimidating than before. She slammed her locker door, causing Peter to flinch. “Have fun with your soulmate, Peter.” MJ spat out, before turning away and walking to her first class, leaving Peter at his locker, the aching in his chest alternating between softening and becoming even more painful.

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moonflower-31 · 3 years

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I Won’t Forget You - Spencer x Reader

Masterlist

Part 25

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

A/N: So, if you haven’t noticed, I’m gonna do one every other day with this so I don’t get burned out again. Hope that’s constant enough for you! Sorry about my little hiatus but I should be good now!

Warnings: Talk of murder, PTSD Flashbacks, the usual stuff.

Also, Feedback is really appreciated :)

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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of reality - Edgar Allen Poe

Unfortunately for you, serial killers didn't know how to wait. So not two days after Spencer had finally been able to be home with you were they called on a case. Their first one without you since you were hired.

It left you with a slight dull feeling in your heart as you sat curled up on the couch reading the same page over and over as you kept losing focus. Morgan had stayed, as Spencer had promised. But he was currently asleep in Spencer's bed. Something about it being softer than his own with Savannah. Whatever that meant.

You grumbled and closed the book after your fifth attempt at distracting yourself from how lonely you felt. And how the nagging feeling of thinking you're being watched didn't go away, even with Morgan’s less than helpful presence.

You sighed and put the book down on the coffee table and picked up the remote instead. You flipped through a few channels until you find the news channel was having a 'Breaking News' segment. When the title appeared on the screen you almost screamed.

19 year old Arthur Grant goes missing from his family's estate, reward not yet posted.

You widen your eyes, your hands beginning to shake. Why? Why you? Why must you be overloaded with so much grief and trauma? Did some bereavement mailman decide to ditch his route and dump all of the bad stuff on your doorstep?

You didn't even have tears that came to be shed. You'd cried so much the past week that you had run the banks dry and squeezed more than at least 5 headaches out of you. And each of them having lasted at least 4-5 hours. Sometimes more.

Instead of your normal first step of denial, or depression in the stages of grief you unfortunately knew too well, you found anger boiling up through your feet, making your toes curl and your fists clench. You were pissed. Everyone around you was suffering because of Peter's self-absorbed, narcissistic, and sociopathic God-Complex. And you were sick of it.

You didn't care who heard, who came running to see if you were okay. You just couldn't hold back your frustration anymore: you screamed.

You threw the remote against the couch, still having half the mind to keep from destroying it. It was still Spencer's property. You didn't exactly have the 20-40 bucks to give to replace it. So, precautionary aggression was the best course of action.

Your hands found your hair and gripped tightly, letting out a frustrated and loud grumble. You could still see his cocky smirk, his evil eyes as they stared at you like you were nothing but a good fuck to him. You could hear his sickening laughter in your ear, and you could hear the rumble of the gravel underneath the tires of his stupid truck. You were almost there, same feelings, same feeling of paranoid, survival instinct came rushing into your decision making controls and overrided them.

You were engulfed in the flashback, seeing him, feeling the cold metal of the cuffs around your wrists as they dug into your skin, the shiver of having your clothes ripped off of you like you were some prize he had won, it was too much.

You were panting and holding your head, trying to make sense of everything and trying to get a grip on your own reality. You ended up backing up into the dining table and sending things to the floor. This only amped up your paranoid reaction, causing you to be on guard, but thankfully the flashback was able to end.

Then, some poor soul decided to knock on the door. Your eyes snapped towards the mahogany door and you let out an instinctive growl. You then began stalking towards the door, sneering and baring your teeth.

As you made your way towards the door, a pair of protective arms wrapped around you, preventing you from opening the door or causing anymore ruckus from your rampage.

"Woah there feisty, what was all that for? I thought you were seriously in trouble."

Morgan’s calm but worried voice was like a fire extinguisher to your anger and your guard, calming you down in a matter of minutes. The fire quelled inside of you, being replaced with a lake of sadness and pain. And unfortunately, that meant that instead of anger, well, you had to deal with tears. Which you had recently come to find were annoying as hell.

"Morgan…" you breathed, letting yourself become almost limp in his arms. You felt the tears building, almost climbing inside your eyes. You couldn't do this. You couldn't face him again. Face these memories. But you were fucking stuck with them. You had no way of forgetting them. Ever. Thanks to your stupid memory. You didn't want it. You wished you had a normal memory, or at the very least an eidetic memory like Spencer's. At least then you could forget some things. But you? No. No the only things you couldn't remember were whether or not your parents ever really nursed you or even held you when you were an infant. Even the things you did remember weren't pleasant. No warm glow, no blanket colors. Just the cold, monotone voice of your father introducing you to your 'future staff'.

Morgan held you, not asking you any questions. He just let you begin to cry and let out your frustration on him. Your balled up fist gently hit his chest a few times as you wailed and inaudibly tried to explain what you thought had happened. He didn't stop you, just tried to sooth you as the knocking sounded again.

You froze in Derek's arms, the knocking now being persistent and fear-inducing now that you had your overly cautious mind back.

"D-derek…" you whispered. Derek shook his head.

"I'll get it, alright? You stay right here." He says, gesturing for you to stay. He didn't have to tell you twice, you were still hiccuping from your sobs.

Derek slowly approached the door, looking through the peephole before opening it slowly. "Hey… you should've called first. We might've been able to answer quicker."

All of your fears and concerns and panic all ceased at the sight of the man, well more of a boy, that stood in the doorway.

You stood there in disbelief as you called to him, hoping you weren't seeing things.

"Arthur?"

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Spencer sighed as he was put in charge of the geographical profile yet again. He had a newfound routine in having you help him with it so much so that he found it harder to do his job.

Not to mention his mind was filled with worry about how you were at home. How your well-being was, if Morgan would be enough company for you when you had the nightmares he knew you had after everything. He'd been the one to comfort you after each and every one in the hospital. He just hoped that Morgan could still comfort you while he was away.

Not only that, but a certain Real Estate Broker had his mind doing flips and his eyes seeing red whenever he thought of him and what vile thing he could be planning next. Spencer hated being away from you. Especially when everyone knew by now that Peter was a snake and was easily able to slither away. And to sneakily find you as he had done before. Spencer was thankful now that he had asked you to stay with him in his apartment rather than your own. If you were staying in yours, the chances of Peter finding you were 90-100%. And he hated those odds.

So safe to say, Spencer's mind was at odds with itself. And to top it all off all he could think about was what it would be like to squeeze the trigger and kill Peter himself. For you. That's all he wanted was revenge for you. He'd have to make sure he didn't instigate anything, so that it would be seen as self defense. But he would love to feel the backlash of gunfire if it meant that Peter would be dead. And you would be safe.

"Hey, any progress on that profile yet?"

Spencer looked up and saw JJ standing in front of where he stood next to the map, having found himself lost in thought with his fist clenched around the little box of pins in his hand.

"Oh, uh… no, not yet. I was just… distracted is all." He admitted, pulling out the box from his hand and pinning the last two locations for the dump sites.

"From what I can see just from first glance is that the dump sites seem to be within 6 or 7 miles between each other, give-or-take." Spencer expressed, trying to flip on his work brain to no avail. He soon found himself thinking of you before he finished his statement.

JJ looked at him with a sad smile. "You're worried about her, huh?"

Spencer was caught off guard by JJ's question, causing him to turn towards her a few seconds later. "Huh? Who?" He asked.

JJ gave him a slightly teasing look. "You know who. Garcia told us and the rest of the team about your little crush on her. Apparently she overheard you talking to your mom a few weeks ago. Said you loved her." JJ reveals, a gentle and motherly smile on her face.

Spencer felt a warmth rise to his cheeks, suddenly feeling much warmer in his cardigan than usual. "S-she did?'

JJ nodded. "Mhm. It's okay, Spence. Besides, I kind of figured after how you carried her back to the ambulance. She was snuggled up on you. And you refused to let her go until you knew for certain that the lead medic had an actual medical license." JJ teased gently.

Spencer sighed and rubbed his neck, closing the box of pins so as to not spill them all over the carpet. "Is… is it that obvious?"

JJ nodded again, a slight giggle on her lips. "Am I or am I not a liaison for the BAU?" She asked, obviously giving him a half hard time. "But seriously, I know you're worried about her. We all are. But she's gonna be alright. Morgan’s with her. Even with a busted knee he can wrestle any man to the ground."

Spencer sighed. JJ was right. The only reason Morgan had been taken by Peter was because he caught him off guard and was shot before he could shoot first. He was more than capable of protecting you. So why did he feel so badly?

Spencer rubbed his face and put the box down on the map's marker holder. "I know, JJ. I just… I can't help but worry about her. What if she has a nightmare and I'm not able to be there to comfort her? Wh-what if she has a panic attack and I can't get to her cause I'm all the way out here in South Dakota?" He asked, his worries getting the best of him.

JJ lifted her non-full hand and laid it on Spencer’s shoulder, no matter how much taller he was than her. "Spence. She's going to be okay. We have people watching over your apartment building on Strauss's orders. They're doing it on their overtime. I think she's safe. Even then, you're just a phone call away, right?"

Spencer sighed again, now noticing that JJ carried with her a coffee in her hand that wasn't on his shoulder. JJ laughed. "I'd be wary of the day you don't smell coffee when it's available. You're lucky it's for you." JJ teased, handing the warm cup to him.

Spencer took it and took a quick sip of the liquid. "Thank you, JJ. Really. I… I really needed this." He says. JJ nods.

"I figured you did. Now I gotta go address the press. They're gathering like vultures out there. So I gotta be their food source." She jokes. Spencer laughed and nodded.

"Yeah… actually, most vultures tend to go for larger prey than the usual roadkill, as that is more sustenance for them-" Spencer began to ramble. JJ laughs as he caught himself.

"Yeah, just like every animal it seems." She answers before he leaves the room, opening the door wider as Garcia bursts into the room with her laptop.

"Reid! Reid I think I might've gotten word about Peter!"

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"Arthur?"

Your brother chuckles slightly and rubs the back of his neck. "Surprise? Please don't tell me you've watched the news. You know how dramatic mother is. I told her I was going to come visit you and-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as you very quickly engulfed him in a hug. You felt short, as he had grown much taller than you. But you didn't care. He was still your little brother. And you loved him.

"Y-you're okay… you...you've grown so much…" you begin, looking up at him as you pull away. Arthur's arms had very quickly reciprocated your hug, enjoying the first bit of contact he has had with you since you left.

"Yeah, apparently somewhere in my genes there's supposed to be another inch or two. But I think I'm done." He laughs, laying a hand on your head. You smile at him, your panic completely gone at this point.

Derek raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms from where he stood. "(Y/N), you wanna tell me who this is?" He asks.

You look over at Morgan and laugh softly, Arthur having given Morgan his most awkward expression. He really hadn't changed much.

"Derek, this is my younger brother, Arthur Grant." You introduced. Then you turned to Arthur. "Artie, this is SSA Derek Morgan. He… He was the agent P-Peter captured alongside me."

Arthur widened his eyes and held out his hand to Derek as he gulped. "N-nice to meet you. T-thank you for protecting her. She's really all I've got." He says, rubbing his neck.

Derek smiled and gave Arthur a firm handshake in return. "It was my honor, Arthur. I'm glad she's got some real family left. Not that her work family isn't good." He jokes, nudging your arm. You rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself.

"Hey, as a wise man on Supernatural once said, 'Family don't end in blood'. And I think that qualifies here." You giggle softly, happy to have found even a small bit of happiness and willingness to be able to express it freely.

Arthur shook Morgan’s hand gladly and smiled his signature smile, looking back towards you. "Hey, uh… sis? Can we… can we talk? I haven't seen you for… what is it… five years now? I just wanna catch up." He expresses, his eyebrows turning up genuinely.

You sigh, but nod. "Morgan, can you go into the other room while we talk? Just for a half hour?" You ask. Morgan shrugs and nods.

"'Course kid. He's the only member of your damn family I'll trust. Just don't be gossiping without me." He teases as he leaves the room. You giggle softly as you watch him leave.

"So… how have you been? O-other than-" Arthur began, his awkwardness taking over. You sigh and hold up a hand and look at him sadly.

"Artie… please, let's just… not talk about that. I'm dealing with it. That's all that you need to know right now. You might be taller than me, but that doesn't mean that you're gonna know all of my secrets like an older brother." You tease, guiding Arthur towards the couch.

Arthur playfully rolled his eyes and followed you, mocking offense. "Oh come on, height has to factor in there somewhere Sis."

You shake your head and take a seat beside him on Spencer’s couch, sighing gently. "Nope, sorry little bro." You insist.

Arthur smiles at you and leans back on the couch, sighing as he looks at you. "(Y/N/N)... you… You have no idea how much I've missed you. I pushed myself to graduate with all honors because of you. I got a scholarship too. In business. Because you always pushed me to do better. To do my best. I… I want to do something for you in return. Please. Name it. I can start making it up to you."

You give Arthur a joking look and shook your head. "No need, Arthur. Besides, that was all you. You just needed the extra push. I'm so proud of you." You say, laying a hand on Arthur's arm. He smiled at you and took a sigh, signaling to you that the conversation was about to take a turn.

Arthur's hands intertwined with each other and he leaned over for a moment, his elbows digging into his thighs. "(Y/N)... Look I… I know you said you were okay but…" he sighed again. "Mom she… she forbade me from seeing you in the hospital, I promise that's the only reason I wasn't there. After I promised to testify against her for you she banned me from leaving home."

You widen your eyes, your mouth gaping a bit. "Arthur… y-you're testifying?"

He looked up at you and nodded. "Yeah. She assaulted you at work and literally sold you, sis. If I can put her away, along with him, I'm gonna do it. For you. I want you to be safe. I may not be your older brother, but I want you safe too. I'm gonna try and protect you like a brother should. I couldn't do much as a scrawny 13 year old you know." He chuckled. You laughed briefly, a smile teasing at your lips.

"Yeah… not really." You giggled. He shook his head and laughed back.

"Ha ha. Very funny. But really… it's good to see you sis. I… I'm sorry I didn't do enough for you back then." He exhaled, his expression solemn and regretful. You take his hands in yours and give him a reassuring look.

"Hey, just as you said. You were a scrawny 13 year old. What much could you do?" You point out. Arthur sighed.

"I could've protected you. At least told Peter to scram at least once." He grumbled. You shake your head and smile at him.

"I think I did that enough for the both of us."

Arthur smiled softly and looked down, showing you his vulnerability when it came to you. You squeezed his hands gently, assuring him it was okay.

And you both sat there in each other's company for a few more moments of silence. It wasn't an awkward one, so there were no awkward feelings.

Arthur spoke up a few minutes later, having come up with an idea. "Can… can I at least pay for your therapy? I can pay for it with the money dad gives me. You… you need to see someone. I saw someone, you pushed me to go see Dr. Francesca and now I see her every two weeks. Please… let me do this for you."

You sighed as Arthur began to try and persuade you. Damn him and his puppy eyes. He still had the gift.

"Tell you what, how about we call Derek back in here and we watch some procedural cop show that we can all laugh at and I'll tell you what I decide later?" You narrowly avoid. Arthur thankfully notices this and drops the question.

"Only if the show is dumb enough for a citizen like me to laugh at it." He settles.

You giggle and nod. "Deal!"

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iridescenthor · 3 years

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king & queen

Pairing; Peter Parker x Reader

Time Frame; Homecoming

Summary; You worry for Peter, more times than not. When he learns this he pulls you away from homework for the night and takes you on a swing around the city.

Warnings; strong language

an:// First fic on this account and first Peter fic ever lol kinda scared. I do write for multiple fandoms and requests are open!! For Marvel I write for Peter, Tony, Loki, and I’m trying to ease into writing for Thor but I can’t get his personality down good so it’s a work in progress :( I also will write for BTS, all Harry Potter characters, some 70/80s movies and more - feel free to send in an ask if you’re wondering if I write for someone specific. Thank you :)

School had been absolutely kicking your ass lately. Homework upon homework was being assigned in almost every class, and on top of that multiple quarter tests coming up that you really needed to study for considering the material being taught lately was just completely skimming right over the top of your mind.

Normally school came easily to you. You prided yourself in your ambition and intelligence, school had never been a problem for you. Now it was different, now you knew where your boyfriend actually ran off to every night. When he had first told you what the Stark Internship was, you had been ecstatic. Peter was Spider-Man? That’s amazing! It was something he genuinely loved doing and if anything it made you fall in love with him even more after learning he spent his days protecting the city for nothing in return. However it didn’t talk long for the anxiety to kick in.

Now instead of having the weary feeling in the back of your head that he was doing something behind your back, you had an overwhelming feeling of nausea at the thought that one of these nights he would never make it back to Aunt May - to you - safely.

Worrying for his safety was the main cause of your procrastination in completely work efficiently lately. It would never stop as long as you were with him, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t begin to work on at least keeping up your grades while waiting for him to text you that he was home safe for the night.

So, like you had been for the past couple of weeks since he filled you in on his secret identity, you tried to push your anxieties out of your mind and focus on the tower of work in front of you waiting to be completed. Sitting there like a lovesick teenager with your mind on your boy all night was not going to help you pass your classes.

An hour passed, and soon that slipped into two hours. You had managed to complete most of the work assigned but definitely not to the best of your ability. It was already half past midnight, and no text from Peter. You were completely aware that maybe he got caught up on the way home and someone needed help but it didn’t stop you from worrying. He’d usually texted by now, but so far there was nothing. You gave up on the homework for the rest of the night - opting to finish some during study hall the next day or just full-out leaving it all to do tomorrow night.

After packing away the remaining school materials into your bag, you changed into some comfortable sleeping shorts and one of Peter’s oversized long-sleeve shirts. Turning the lights off and slipping under the covers of your bed was the easy part, but no matter how many times you tossed and turned you couldn’t fall asleep without knowing if Peter was sleeping soundly in his bed or bleeding out in an alley on the other side of the city.

It was one on the dot when a soft tapping filled the burning silence of your room. You turned from facing your closet and spotted a crouched figure on your fire-escape. Your heart lunged happily when you recognized the familiar blue and red of the suit Tony stark made for him. You yanked the covers off your body and threw your legs over the edge of your bed, running to open the window as quickly and quietly as you could. Once it was open, you didn’t let even let him reach up to pull off his mask before you were throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you. “I was so worried.” You whispered, pressing a few kisses to his collarbone.

He chuckled cutely, climbing in the window to hug you closer to him. “I’m sorry I showed up without texting you first, I forgot my phone at home. I just wanted to see you.”

You smiled, pulling away a little to grab the hem of his mask and pull it gently over his head. Finally you were able to look him in the eyes, and the realization that he returned to you safe once again was enough to immediately calm your nerves. He smiled at you, leaning down to press a short kiss on your lips.

An idea seemed to come to his head as he pulled away excitedly. “Hey, say neither of us were tired and we both wanted to get a little adrenaline rush before sleeping. Would you be up to it?”

You grinned, immediately pulling away to slip on some moccasins. “Are you offering what I think you are?” He nodded cheekily, turning to climb out the window once more. Once he was crouched on the railing of the fire-escape, he reached his hand out to you.

“Wanna go for a swing?” He proposed formally, a giddy grin pulling at his lips as you accepted his hand. He helped you out onto the balcony, before pulling you up to stand next to him on the thin railing. You looked down below, already feeling the excitement building in you at the sight of the ground twenty stories below you, as he helped steady you when a particularly strong gust of wind blew past.

He looked at you, adoration pooling in his eyes as he watched you hold onto the supports of the stairs that continued up the side apartment building. “Ready?” His left arm wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you into his body and your response was immediate - not a hint of hesitation apparent. You trusted him, you trusted him with everything in you. You released the support beams and wrapped your arms tightly around his neck.

You pressed your nose affectionately to his cheek and smiled at the red tint building on his face - whether it was from the wind or the close proximity of your bodies you were unsure. “Ready.” You confirmed in a whisper. A grin spread across his face like wildfire, and in one swift movement he yanked the mask over his head, hoisted you up so your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, and jumped from the railing. Before you both were even halfway to the ground he shot out a web and latched onto the railing of a balcony on another building.

He swung you both forward, releasing the web and shooting out another one whenever need be. Every time your bodies dropped your stomach would squeeze and twist uncomfortably but the smile never left your lips. You moved your head so you were looking back over Peter’s shoulder as he swung, and immediately felt the air leave your lungs. This was what Peter saw every night? It was beautiful to say the absolute least. The lights from the city were all different colors and they were currently all blurring together from the speed of his swings.

You watched the cars driving on the street below and a laugh slipped from your lips. Peter reacted by squeezing your waist tightly with the arm holding you to him as he managed to finally stop you both on the rooftop of one of the fancy hotels in the city. He landed with a soft thud and moved a few steps away from the edge. You unwrapped your legs from around him, placing your feet on the gravel of the rooftop yet neither of you let go of each other. He pulled his mask off once more and laughed happily, pressing his nose to skin behind your ear, breathing in deeply. “How was it?”

With your chin propped up on his shoulder, you squeezed your arms around his neck in a tighter hug. “Amazing. So amazing.”

He pressed a couple slow kisses down your neck until his forehead was resting on your shoulder. “I love you so much.”

A small laugh escaped your lips as you pulled away to look him in the eyes. You unwrapped your arms from his neck, opting to cup his cheeks in your hands as you spoke with unwavering adoration. “I love you too. So much more than you’ll ever know.” You leaned in, locking his lips with your own in a slow kiss. “I was so worried about you today. It’s the longest you’ve gone on patrol.” You mumbled against his lips.

“I’m sorry baby, I got caught up. Quite a few robberies for just one night, it was kinda weird.” He explained softly, burying his face in the crook of your neck again.

“It’s alright lovely.” You whispered back, tracing a circle on the back of his neck. “I just want you safe, that’s all.” You sat there for a while longer just embracing each other as the wind picked up. You shivered when you felt it whip at your bare legs. He felt you shake and immediately pulled away with a frown.

“Oh shit babe, you can’t sit out here with just shorts on - why didn’t you say you were cold?” He scolded gently, pulling you with him to the edge of the building.

“No,” You whined, trying to tug out of his grip. “I want to keep hugging you. You’re all warm and you smell good.” A blush rose up on his cheeks once more and a small breathy laugh escaped his lips. He tried to pull on the mask before you noticed his reddening face, but you would have been able to see how flustered he was from a mile away.

Once he was standing on the edge he pulled you flush against him, grabbing at your wrists and wrapping your arms back around his neck. “Cuddle?” He suggested, voice muffled by the fabric of his mask. “I can call May and ask if I could sleep over yours tonight?” You let out a squeak of excitement and nodded vigorously, jumping up to wrap your legs back around his waist with his help.

His left arm wrapped securely around you once more as he got ready to jump. “Sounds like a plan then.” He confirmed, and even with his mask covering the grin on his lips, you could still here the excitement coating his voice.

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omgrachwrites · 3 years

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The Book of Love - Chapter Four

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: After a breakup leaves you heartbroken and miserable, things start to change for the better when you begin exchanging notes in a library book with a mystery boy.

Warnings: fluff!!

Words: 2293

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part! Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all!

Chapter Four

The morning of the first Hogsmeade trip dawned with a beautiful clear morning but there was a blustery wind that caused leaves on the trees to rocket to the floor. For once, you were up early, sketching the beautiful landscape. It delighted you to see the shades of amber and burnt orange everywhere. Hagrid’s hut was almost blanketed by the hulking trees of the forest and when the weak sunlight sparkled through the remaining leaves, it cast the hut in a heavenly orange glow.

You felt like there would be great promise for the day and you knew that it would be a fantastic day. Maybe it was because Hogsmeade was an exceptionally beautiful village, or maybe it was because you know that you would see Rem- your friends again. You weren’t quite sure what had been happening to you for the last few days. Before you went to sleep, unbeknownst to you why, your thoughts went to Remus and it made falling asleep all that much easier.

When you woke up in the dark of night he was the first thing on your mind, almost like you had just had a dream about him. You refused to feel that way about anybody – well apart from your mystery boy – you couldn’t give someone else a chance to hurt you, especially not Remus. You didn’t think your heart would be able to take it.

With a sigh, you put your sketchbook down and you decided to get dressed in warm clothes and you combed your hair. About ten minutes later, Lyra woke up running her fingers through her fluffy hair and you smiled over at her.

“Are you coming to Hogsmeade with me and the others?”

She groaned as she threw an arm over her eyes and shook her head, “no, I can’t bear to face Sirius, his favour changes like the wind,” she removed her arm and pouted and you were sure that you could see tears sparkling in her eyes. She looked so hurt.

You bit your bottom lip, you weren’t going to tell her that you told her so. She had been seeing Sirius for a few weeks before he broke it off and started sleeping with someone else. Seeing the same person for a few weeks was equal to a serious relationship for Sirius, “I’m sorry Lyra,” you sighed, it was the only thing you could think of to say that wouldn’t hurt her.

She smiled brightly as she got out of bed and walked over to you to give you a tight hug before she kissed your cheek affectionately, “don’t apologise, you told me so and I should have listened to you but I just wanted to have hope. Have a good day today Y/N, with Remus,” she added with a smirk as she got back into bed.

You rolled your eyes as you threw your pillow at her causing her to laugh, “Remus and I are just friends,” for now, that little voice in the back of your mind spoke and you immediately shut it out. You wouldn’t think like that, “see you later, I’ll bring you back some sweets,” you grinned.

Lyra narrowed her eyes as she spoke in what tried to be a menancing voice but it didn’t really work because she was so tired, “yeah, you’d better.”

You shook your head in amusement as you left the common room and went to have breakfast at the Gryffindor table with your friends. After a hurried breakfast, you and the gang walked up the lane that led from Hogwarts and into Hogsmeade. You huddled into your scarf as the cold autumn wind picked up.

You smiled up at Remus, though you could hardly look him in the eyes, not when you were sure that you were having dreams about him. He looked much better compared to how he looked when you saw him last, “are you feeling better Remus? You really do look much better.”

Panic flashed in his eyes for a just a second before he looked at you with a dimpled smile, “I’m feeling much better, thank you for asking Y/N.”

You smiled back at him as you looked over Remus’ shoulder and saw Sirius grinning at the both of you. When Sirius noticed you looking over at him he gave you a thumbs up, causing you to roll your eyes as you turned away from him. The rest of the walk up to the village was rather uneventful as you chatted with Lily and Peter.

When you got to the beautiful village you noticed that it had been lavishly decorated for Halloween and there was the matter of where to go first.

“Well, I want to go to Zonkos,” Sirius spoke up first and James and Peter both nodded in agreement while Remus groaned.

“I’m voting for Honeydukes,” Remus said and you supposed that pulling pranks got a bit tiresome after a while.

You also spoke up before you could stop yourself, “I’m with Remus, I second his vote for Honeydukes.”

Lily looked between the two of you with a conspiring look on her face, “well, how about we split up? You guys can go to Honeydukes and we’ll go to Zonkos. We can meet up later on in The Three Broomsticks for a pint of Butterbeer,” she smiled innocently but you knew what she was trying to do.

You glared at her before looking up at Remus who was peering down at you with worried eyes, quickly you transformed your face into a smile, “sounds good.”

Remus nodded and smiled at you, looking thoroughly relieved, “yeah it does, come on Y/N.”

Off the two of you went in the direction of the sweet shop and you refused to look back at your traitourous friends. As soon as you walked into the warm sweet smelling shop you inhaled the toffee scented air. Remus made a beeline for the chocolate section, his face lighting up like a child’s and you smiled at how excited he was.

“Chocolate, seriously?” you giggled as you walked over to the Sugar Quills to find they had brought out a limited edition strawberry flavour.

Remus let out a little gasp of mock offence, “chocolate makes everything better, seriously, everything,” he looked over at you with a warm smile, “but I’m guessing that you’re more of a sweet person?”

You nodded in confirmation as you grabbed a handful of boxes, “I do, particularly Sugar Quills,” you loved the way they made your lips numb with sugar and you loved the sickly sweet taste of them.

Remus snorted out a laugh as he grabbed a huge assortment of chocolate bars, “I bet that you’re one of those people who snack on them in class,” his voice was distracted but he looked at you with sparkling hazel eyes.

Grinning at him, you nodded as you picked out some sweets for Lyra, “I am one of those people, I especially like eating them in Potions. Slughorn definitely knows but turns a blind eye which I’ll be forever grateful for.”

Something flickered in Remus’ eyes, something that looked like hope with just a dash of longing, it was gone as quickly as it had come so you must have been imagining it, “you eat them in Potions class?”

You raised an eyebrow at him as you nodded, you weren’t sure why that part was so important to him, “yeah but I’m sure lots of other people do too.”

“Of course,” Remus sighed, looking a little disappointed but you just couldn’t understand why, “are you ready to go?” he asked and you nodded without speaking a word and the both of you went to buy your sweets.

There was still some time before you had to meet the others so you went to the post office, you wanted to look at the different array of owls and you marvelled at the miniscule owls and you had to send some post. Your grandmother had always been very supportive of your art and she had always wanted you to send her some of the drawings you had done. Today you were finally granting her wish.

All the way through your time at the post office, Remus was silent and it seemed like the whole mood had changed. You were worried that you had done something wrong, “Remus, are you okay? Have I done something to upset you?”

Remus looked over at you with alarm plain on his face, he smiled warmly at you and you almost felt better and he reached down to squeeze your hand gently, “of course you didn’t Y/N. I’m fine, just in a bit of a weird mood, it’s nothing that you’ve done, I promise,” you nodded but couldn’t help feeling he was only saying this to ease your worry but you were sure that you had done something.

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It had been one hell of an evening for Remus because James and Sirius had been arguing all night over a prank that had gone wrong and landed them in detention. They didn’t normally argue but when they did, it was really bad and everyone seemed to suffer as a result. As a result of their arguing, Lily and Alice went up to the dormitory to spend the rest of their evening up there. Remus had soon started to get tired of their endless fighting so he went for a walk around the castle.

The velvety night sky was so clear that Remus could see the stars for miles so he decided to go where he could see them better. When he walked up to the Astronomy Tower, he found that he wouldn’t be alone.

Y/N was standing against the railings with a sketchbook and she turned around when she heard Remus coming and she smiled at him. She was beautifully gleaming in the starlight.“Hi Remus,” she smiled as she put the tip of a Sugar Quill into her mouth.

Remus gulped and watched the movement of her lips with flushed cheeks, “sorry to bother you Y/N, can I join you?”

Y/N grinned, “you’re not bothering me at all! Of course you can join me. What brings you here?” she asked as she went back to her sketchbook.

Remus huffed out a sigh as he sat on the steps, running a hand through his hair, “James and Sirius are arguing and it’s complete hell, they manage to make everyone suffer. What are you doing up here, did you just come up here to draw?”

“Oh Merlin, aren’t they awful when they argue? They got into a really bad argument when Sirius first moved in with James so he had to come and stay with me for a little while. And yeah, I just thought that I could use the practice and Lucius is on his shit again,” she sighed and Remus could hear the sadness in her voice.

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he said biting his lip.

Y/N shrugged as she shot a smile over her shoulder at him, “it’s really no big deal, thank you though.”

Remus nodded and they fell into a comfortable silence as Y/N drew and Remus caught up with the book he was reading. It felt really nice to know that they could spend time together but do their own thing. After a little while, Y/N shut her sketchbook and Remus closed his book as he followed suit.

For a good amount of time Y/N and Remus sat around the Astronomy Tower watching the stars and pointing out all the different constellations as they munched on Sugar Quills.

Remus looked over at Y/N as she looked up at the sky with wonder and joy on her face and all he wanted to do was lean over and kiss her but he thought that that would probably scare her off, and he really didn’t want to do that.

His heart jumped in his chest as Y/N let out a contented sigh as she rested her head against his shoulder and Remus wrapped an arm around their shoulders as they watched the stars together. Is this what it would feel like to be hers? If so, then he wanted to be with her even more.

As it got later, the clouds covered the stars and the magical spell that had been cast over the teenagers seemed to shatter as Y/N sat up, her fingers pulling through her hair with a nervous look on her face, “it’s getting late. Maybe we should head back before we get into trouble, I really don’t fancy getting detention,” Y/N smiled.

Remus nodded, feeling a little deflated and disappointed, he wished that he could spend more time with her, “I’ll walk you back to your common room.”

“Thanks Remus,” she beamed at him.

As they walked through the moonlit corridors they managed to avoid Peeves and Filch’s cat Mrs Norris, “Merlin, that cat is so annoying,” Remus almost growled and Y/N laughed as she nodded in agreement.

Too soon, they were outside the Ravenclaw common room and Remus swallowed as Y/N looked up at him beneath her eyelashes, “thanks for walking me back Remus, I really appreciate it. I really enjoyed spending the night with you. Maybe we could study together sometime this week?”

Remus smiled and jumped at the chance to spend more time with her, “you’re welcome, I had a good time too and of course, I’ll let you know when I’m free.”

Y/N beamed as she gave Remus a tight hug before she kissed him on the cheek, “night Remus,” she waved at him as she disappeared into the common room.

“Goodnight Y/N,” Remus muttered though he knew that she couldn’t hear him as his fingers ran over the place she had kissed him.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 4 years

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My Sister’s Fake Boyfriend–Peter Kavinsky

Dedicated to @hopeisoverrated for sending in the request!

What's worse than watching your sister date a cute guy? How about the fact that the guy she is dating just happens to be the only boy you've ever fallen for. Oh, and it's all fake.

When Lara Jean told me that she was dating Peter Kavinsky to fool everybody, I have never felt sicker. At that moment, I didn't recognize my sister.

~•~

"What do you mean you don't really have feelings for Peter?"

"It's not that hard to understand, Y/N. Josh came around the corner with my letter in hand. I panicked and kissed Peter to avoid talking to Josh. Then, Peter and I got to talking. I want to keep Josh off my back and he wants to keep Gen off his. So, we came up with a plan, one that helped both of us."

"Don't you feel weird about fake dating someone?" I stuttered, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Not really," she shrugged not looking up from her phone. I just hummed as I stood up and started walking out of her room. "Y/N," she stopped me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I stuttered. I quickly left her room before she could see the tears building up in my eyes.

~•~

To give her the benefit of the doubt, Lara Jean didn't know about my crush on Peter. No one did. I suffered in silence.

I waited by the front door for Lara Jean to come down so we could head to school. When she was finally ready, we started to leave.

"Wait," I said, stopping her. "You didn't grab your keys."

"Because I'm not driving." She said, opening the door.

"You really have to get passed this whole too-scare-to-drive-thing. It's sad," I sighed as I followed her.

I froze on the front porch when I saw Peter getting out of his Jeep.

"You guys coming?"

I looked over at Lara Jean to see her shrugging. "What? He offered to take us to school. It's part of the whole couple thing."

She started walking towards Peter, but I didn't move. "Y/N," she sighed when she noticed I wasn't following her. "Come on."

"Actually," I stuttered. "I'll just ride my bike to school."

"What are you talking about?" Peter laughed. "Y/N, the school is like 15 miles from here. Just hop in."

I hesitated, really not wanting to be stuck in a car with my sister and my crush. I sighed, knowing I didn't have much of a choice.

The whole ride to school, I sat in the back and didn't tare my eyes away from the window. I took a sip of my Korean yogurt but froze when I saw Peter watching me in the rearview mirror.

"What?" I asked softly.

"What are you drinking?" He asked.

Lara Jean looked over her shoulder at me and sighed. "It's a Korean yogurt drink Y/N is obsessed with. She drinks one every morning instead of eating breakfast," she said before I could.

"Can I try it?" Peter's question caught me off-guard. I didn't realize I hadn't answered until Lara Jean sighed, turning back towards me.

"Y/N, just give him some," she whispered. I cleared my throat as I handed it to him.

I held my breath, laughing slightly when he looked surprised. "Wow," he chuckled. "That's really good."

My breath got caught in my throat when he turned around to face me as he pulled up to a stoplight.

"What will it take for you to bring me one of these tomorrow?" He asked.

"Tomorrow?" I stuttered.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "Didn't Lara Jean tell you? I'm gonna start taking you guys to school from now on."

I really needed to find a different ride to school.

* * * * *

It's been three weeks since Lara Jean and Peter started dating. Fake dating.

Since they started, they hang out a lot more. Which means, I hang out with them. For some reason, they don't like being alone so I'm always their buffer.

It was miserable.

Not because I was their third wheel, but because Peter made me feel like I wasn't. He constantly talked to me, laughed at my stories, and actually paid attention to me. Which was strange since I was usually known as the quieter Covey daughter.

Margot was the smart one, Lara Jean was the creative one and Kitty was the energetic one. I have always been the shy one.

The more time I've spent with Peter, the more I've started to fall for him. And I hated it. It got to the point where my heart ached just looking at him.

I walked in the door after a long dance rehearsal. I readjusted my dance bag over my shoulder as I headed into the kitchen, desperately needing to fill my empty water bottle.

"Hey, you."

I jumped at the sudden male voice. I turned around to see Peter smirking at me.

"Peter," I gasped out. "You. . . You scared me."

"Sorry," he laughed slightly. We stared at each other, not saying anything. I cleared my throat and opened the fridge. I winced when I tried to pick up our Brita filter.

"You okay?"

I gasped as Peter walked up behind me, slowly closing the fridge and turning me around.

"I'm fine," I said under my breath as I walked by him.

"Y/N," he stopped me. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

I blushed at the worry in his eyes. "It's nothing. . . I just. . . I had to get a new partner because Jeremy moved and my new one can't quite do the lift yet. He sort of. . . dropped me and I landed on my shoulder."

"Wait, he dropped you?" Peter said, stepping closer to me. "Who is he?"

"Landon," I said softly.

"Landon Oaks?" He asked through his gritted teeth. I nodded, slightly biting my lip.

"Hey, Y/N? How was dance?" Lara Jean walked in and grabbed a snack from the cupboard.

Before I could say anything, Peter spoke up. "Her dipshit partner dropped her and she landed on her shoulder."

She looked up at me with wide eyes. "Please tell me it wasn't your bad shoulder," she said nervously.

"Bad shoulder?" Peter asked, looking between the two of us.

"Y/N dislocated her shoulder at a competition last year. She didn't say anything and kept dancing. Dad realized it after during the award ceremony when she wouldn't move her arm. We rushed her to the hospital. She ended up needing surgery."

She walked over and started looking at my shoulder. "Where does it hurt?" She asked quickly. "There is a big bruise. We should tell dad and maybe. . ."

"I'm fine," I cut her off. "It's not. . . It doesn't even hurt that bad."

"Are you sure?" Peter asked gently. I looked between my sister and her fake boyfriend.

"I'm fine," I said as I started to head upstairs. I turned around in the doorway and added, "Please don't tell dad."

"Fine," Lara Jean sighed. "Just make sure you ice it now and put a heating pad on it when you go to sleep."

I nodded, trying to ignore the look on Peter's face.

* * * * *

I was sitting alone at lunch when I suddenly noticed a shadow. I looked up to see Peter smiling at me, sitting across from me.

"What are you. . ." I stuttered.

"Lara Jean had to meet with her teacher. Something about her English paper," he shrugged. I nodded, remembering her mentioning she needed extra help on her paper.

I went back to watching the video on my phone, sighing when I instantly saw what my coach was talking about. I was stiff.

"What are you watching?" Peter asked, taking a bite of his apple.

"Oh," I cleared my throat. "One of our numbers for competition has a duet between Landon and I. The one where. . . The one where he dropped me. Anyway, my coach filmed Landon and me yesterday so we could watch it and see what we were doing wrong."

I gasped, biting my lip as Peter took my phone out of my hand. I held my breath as he watched the video, a smile never leaving his lips.

"I forgot how beautiful of a dancer you are," he mumbled. I looked away, trying to hide my blush. I nervously tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Him? Not so much," he added, chuckling softly.

"It's not his fault," I sighed, taking my phone back. "We weren't always partners. But my last one moved and his last partner quit. We kind of just got thrown together. We're still getting used to dancing with each other."

"Anything I can do to help?"

I looked up, my eyes wide. "No," I stuttered.

"You sure? I could help you get passed the awkwardness."

"How?" I asked, both wanting and not wanting to take him up on his offer.

"Well, maybe dancing with me will help you feel more confident about the routine. Then you can go and dance with him, feeling fine."

"I don't know, Peter," I stuttered. "It's not that I'm not comfortable with the routine, I just. . . I'm not used to dancing with anyone other than Jeremy."

"Exactly," Peter said, sounding a little excited. "You can practice getting used to dancing with someone else by dancing with me. I don't mind."

I opened and closed my mouth, not seeing a way out of this. "It's settled then," Peter nodded when I didn't say no. "I'll come by after school and you can teach me your routine."

* * * * *

At first, dancing with Peter was a disaster. I kept stumbling and couldn't teach him correctly. Finally, he pulled away and laughed.

"Y/N, breathe." He chuckled, rubbing my arms. "It's just me. Besides, this is what you're good at. Own it."

After that, I was able to somewhat calm down and teach him the routine. We ran it one more time, perfectly. As the song ended, Peter held me in our final position while we caught our breaths.

My eyes widened when I realized how close we were. Peter briefly looked down at my lips before looking back up at my eyes.

We jumped apart when we heard applauding. We let go of each other and turned around to see my dad and sisters watching us.

"That looked great, kiddo." My dad smiled as he walked over and gave me a high five. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, looking at Lara Jean.

"Since you were able to do it with Mr. Two Left Feet, you shouldn't have a problem doing it with Landon now." She smiled at me, causing me to nod.

"Wanna run it one more time?" Peter offered.

"No," I said a little too quickly. I opened and closed my mouth as they all stared at me. "I think. . . I'm gonna go ice my shoulder."

Without another word, I quickly walked inside.

"What was that about?" I heard Lara Jean wonder aloud.

"I don't know," Peter sighed.

* * * * *

After Peter's and my dancing, I've ignored him. I started getting a ride with our neighbor. I've been eating lunch in the library to avoid sitting across from him and my sister. I was the one who said Landon and I should get some extra rehearsal after practice every day. And when I did finally come home, I went straight to my room before Peter could stop me as he studied with Lara Jean at the kitchen table.

I walked in the door after the longest dress rehearsal of my life. The competition was this weekend and my coach was working our asses off. I walked into the bathroom, sighing as I took the tight updo out of my hair. I ran my fingers through my hair, my scalp instantly ached as my hair fell around my shoulders.

"Okay, what's going on with you?"

I jumped when Lara Jean appeared in the doorway. "What do you mean?" I stuttered.

She looked at me, seeing right through my question. "Come on, Y/N. You've been acting really weird lately. And it's not your normal pre-competition nerves. You've been avoiding me for weeks now. Did I do something?"

"No," I answered quickly. "You didn't do anything. I'm just. . . The competition is tomorrow. You know how I get. Plus with the whole "Jeremy leaving and Landon and I not clicking" thing. . . I've been stressed."

"And the whole "you and Peter" thing," she added.

"What?" I stuttered.

"Really, Y/N?" She sighed. "You're my sister. I'd have to be the worse sister in the world not to notice how jumpy and stuttery you get around him."

"It's nothing," I said quickly as I tried to leave the bathroom. She stepped in front of me, blocking me.

"Y/N, do you like Peter?"

"I said it's nothing," I said angrily as I brushed past her. Before she could say anything, I walked into my room and slammed the door shut.

* * * * *

I didn't go down when dad said dinner was ready. I stayed in my room instead. Usually this would concern a father, but my dad knew how focused I got the night before a competition. I usually spent the whole night in my room, getting ready for it. Packing my bag, setting up all my make up, steaming my costume and getting to bed early.

Lara Jean, on the other hand, knew I wasn't shut out in my room because of my competition.

I could faintly hear my dad downstairs doing the dishes as Kitty talked about school. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Is that Peter?" My dad asked.

"Yeah," Lara Jean said, her voice sounding weird even from up in my room.

I held my breath as I heard the door open and Peter exchange pleasantries with my dad. I turned up my playlist of the songs my team and I were dancing to at the competition tomorrow, as I heard Peter and Lara Jean walking upstairs.

A few hours later, I took the risk of heading downstairs to the kitchen. I knew that Kitty would be taking her bath and dad would be in his room, binge-watching some medical show.

With my headphones in and my competition playlist playing, I snuck downstairs. I quietly and slowly started warming up the soup that my family had had for dinner.

As I waited for my food to warm up, I started doing my choreography around the kitchen, unaware that I was being watched. I was in the middle of the song where Landon and I break off and dance our duet. I closed my eyes and started doing the routine that Landon and I do, the one I taught Peter.

I turned around, gasping when someone stepped into my arms. I opened my eyes, instantly stepping back when I saw Peter smiling at me. I pulled my headphones out, taking another step back.

"Peter," I stuttered. "What are you. . . I thought you were with. . ."

"I was," he said as he reached up and scratched the back of his neck. I watched his nervous gesture as the microwave beeped.

"Lara Jean and I have been talking," he said slowly. I waited for him to finish his thought but he didn't.

"About what?" I finally asked.

"We decided that being in a fake relationship was just causing more pain than good."

"Pain?" I asked under my breath.

"Yeah," he chuckled, taking a step towards me. "But not who you are thinking is in pain."

I was about to take a step back when Peter reached forward and grabbed my hands, intertwining our fingers as he looked down.

"Lara Jean and I being together has been causing you pain." He looked up at me, studying my eyes, waiting for me to say something.

"No," I stuttered. "Why would you. . . Why would you think that?"

He sighed, sending me a knowing look. "Y/N," he whispered. "I know."

"You know what?" I asked, slowly.

"Lara Jean told me everything."

"What?" I stuttered, pulling my hands away from his. I turned around and walked across the kitchen to the microwave as I continued to ramble. "What are you talking about? Lara Jean is just. . . I mean. . . I never said. . ."

I gasped as Peter ran up, turned me around and instantly pressed his lips to mine. It took me a second before the shock wore off. As soon as it did, Peter pulled away. My lips were still pursed as he smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he whispered, his hand still cupping my cheek. "If I had known sooner, I never would've. . . I never would've gotten into a fake relationship with your sister." He laughed as he annunciated sister. "Wow," he sighed. "I'm a major dick."

"No, you aren't," I said before I could stop myself. I bit my bottom lip, my cheeks burning from the way he was looking at me.

"So," he hesitated. "You don't hate me?"

"Of course not," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't hate you, Peter. I have. . . I've. . ."

Peter smirked as I continued to stutter. He reached up and cupped both of my cheeks in his hands. He waited a beat before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. This time I didn't hesitate to kiss him back.

As our lips moved in sync, Peter let go of my face and wrapped his arms around my waist. I slid my hands up his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine as we caught our breaths.

"Y/N?" He whispered, his breath hitting my face. "Will you go on a date with me?"

I leaned back, nervously chewing on my bottom lip.

"I can't," I said, making his face drop. I smirked before adding, "I have a dance competition all day tomorrow."

He sent me a look before laughing as he pulled me closer to his chest.

"You Covey girls and your cruel sense of humor. I will never understand it."

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rdmdani · 4 years

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Raincheck? (Peter Parker)

Summary: You and Peter have been in love with each other since you were kids, but who will admit it first?

Warnings: fluff, sexual sayings

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Word count: 1850

“Okay, spill it,” MJ said as soon as she sat in front of you in the cafeteria. Of course you knew exactly what she was talking about, but there was no way you were going to give it up that easily.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, MJ,” you said with a small smile, poking your fork into a fry and chewing the ends off. She rolled her eyes at you with a glare causing you to hold your hands up, feigning innocence, “What?”

“Do not what me, Y/N Y/L/N,” MJ snapped, throwing a grape at your forehead, “You know what I am talking about, but I’ll play along just because you’re my friend. You. Parker. Kiss on cheek. Winking. Staring at each other in math class. Your turn.”

“It’s nothing I swear,” you said sweetly, “he’s my friend. My super cute, super funny, and ridiculously smart friend that I want to make out with every time I see him. That’s all.”

“That’s all? Really? That’s all?” MJ repeated incredulously and very loudly, which was not like her at all, “You and that idiot have been making sex eyes at each other since you grew boobs, Y/N. Just fucking ask him out or kiss him already! It’s getting pathetic!”

“Tell me how you really feel, friend,” you sassed back, stabbing another fry with your fork, “It isn’t that simple. I don’t want our story to be we liked each other and flirted for years, then one day… I jumped his bones like a rabid dog.”

“So romantic,” MJ swooned sarcastically, “Your future children will love it. And so would Parker if you would make his dreams come true and do it.”

“Peter isn’t like that,” you sneered at your best friend, wanting to get off the topic, “He doesn’t think of me like that. If I just jumped his bones out of nowhere he’d probably freak out, forget how to speak, and run away.”

“I mean, you could just ask him,” MJ pointed out, “Since he’s like right there.” She pointed behind you, causing your heart to begin to race a million miles a second, but when you turned around the only person you saw was Ned.

“You fucking suck, MJ,” you growled as you made eye contact with the girl once again. She just chuckled and shrugged before going back to her lunch. You, however, didn’t feel hungry anymore, “Ned, you can have the rest of my food on one condition…”

“Don’t tell Peter what I heard, got it,” he said cooly before plopping down in the seat and snagging a few fries off your plate. You nodded and muttered a ‘thank you’ before leaving the lunch room with a sour feeling in your stomach.

“Y/N?” you heard his voice behind you as you wandered aimlessly through the hallways. When you turned you came face to face with the very boy you couldn’t seem to get out of your head the past few years prior. He jogged up to you with his usual sloppy smile on his face. You stopped dead in your tracks, imagining everything MJ had put into your brain. You imagined what it would feel like, what he would smell and taste like… but no he was your friend. Just your friend.

“Hey Pete,” you said cooly to the boy who stood barely a foot away from you, “Why aren’t you in lunch?”

“I uh- I saw you leave,” he said bashfully, rubbing the back of his head, “I wanted to make sure you were okay and all. You are, right? Okay I mean.”

You laughed at the innocent boy as you nodded your head, “Yeah I’m fine, just a busy mind. Was really loud in there, couldn’t really concentrate, y’know?”

“Yeah I get that a hundred percent… we can go somewhere quiet,” he said, but then his eyes got super wide and he began to panic, “I mean like to help you calm down and concentrate, I mean. Not in a weird I-wanna-get-you-alone way, that would be t-totally weird.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the boy, seeing him wring his hands wildly, “Peter are you okay?”

“Definitely fine,” he nodded, gulping sharply, “Just having c-concentrating issues as well.” His eyes quickly wandered down your frame, but you pushed it aside. There was nothing more to it, there couldn’t be. Peter was just being his usual weird self that he always was.

“Well we can go to that quiet place then,” you confirmed, placing your hand on his in a calming manner. Peter just nodded silently before leading the way.

Both of them sat on the roof of the building in silence. You had your feet dangling over the edge, staring out into the city. Peter was sitting against the building, his eyes closed tightly as he thought about the same things you were. You had your mind swarming with thoughts of him, and all he could think of was you. He just wanted to know what it would be like to be yours and only yours. You knew everything about him. Even about his whole alter ego. You were the first to figure it out. It was too obvious for you to not notice. But somehow you didn’t realize that his eyes never strayed away from you for a moment since the two of you met.

“Y/N?” Peter called out from his spot against the brick wall.

“Yeah?” your voice came out calm and dreamy as you were stuck in your head. Peter walked up behind you, but you were too in your head to realize just yet.

“Y/N…” his voice was so soothing to you, drawing you out of your daydream, “Can I ask you something without being mocked or judged?” You turned towards the boy and nodded your head.

“Of course you can, I’m always here for you Pete,” you smiled, restraining yourself from reaching out to stroke the boys cheek sweetly.

“I like this girl,” he started. Your heart lurched in your chest, but you didn’t speak or show it, “She is drop dead gorgeous and insanely smart… and I want to ask her out, but I’ve never done anything like that. I’ve stopped robberies, but I am terrified to ask out the girl of my dreams,” he laughed, berating himself, “What should I do?”

You had tears edging your eyes, but you held them in to the best of your ability, turning away to face the city once again, “She’s so lucky to be admired by someone like you, Pete. Just tell her that you like her, tell her everything that makes you like her. Speak from the heart, and I know she’d never reject you because you’re amazing…”

“But what if she thinks of me as just a friend? What do I do then?”

“Then you have to respect her and let her go,” you said strongly, holding back a sob, “If she doesn’t like you, there is no way for you to force it on her. But, like I said, there is no way she wouldn’t like you. You’re smart, funny, and brave. I mean, look at you. You’re the definition of adorable, Peter. If she says no to you, just know it does not mean that there is anything wrong with you, you’re amazing. Trust me.”

Peter looked at you for a moment, his cheeks glowing a bright red, “I have something else I need to say then.”

You turned towards the boy with furrowed brows as he continued, “Y/N I have had the biggest crush on you since we were little. You’re breathtakingly smart and kind and God you are gorgeous. I have wanted to tell you this since the day I accidentally dropped pudding on your brand new shoes, except that back then I didn’t understand that me losing my breath looking at you meant I liked you- I actually went to the doctor because I thought I had asthma. You figured my secret out within days of me having it, and the fact that you did made me realize just how much attention you pay me and I swear I thought I would faint right there. God, I just want you to be mine- in a totally not-creepy-and-possessive way, but in a I-want-to-die-with-your-hand-holding-mine way,” he rambled, searching your face for some sort of reaction. Instead he just found pure shock. You didn’t say a single word to him. Physically, you couldn’t. At that very moment you thought your heart would burst out of your chest if you even tried. So you just stared, trying to break yourself free so you could tell him how much you wanted the exact same thing he did.

Peter stood there, staring at you in desperation. You watched as his facial expression died down to a broken look, “I guess this is the let go part of your advice…” he sighed as he turned away. Suddenly you broke free, terrified to miss this chance you have waited years for.

“Wait!” you shouted as you took off in his direction. He turned around at just the right time, catching you in his arms as you pressed your lips against his. He didn’t waste a moment before hungrily kissing you back. You couldn’t find the words to say, so instead you were going to show him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, intertwining your fingers with his curls and tugging lightly. The boy moaned into the kiss, deepening it as he stepped forward towards the side of the building to press you against it.

Peter gently pressed you into the wall, his hands going from your waist up to your face and holding it gingerly. This was everything he had dreamed about but a three thousand times better. He could feel every single goosebump on his body rising underneath her fingertips as she dragged his hands down his chest and into his shirt, feeling his abs underneath it. A lusty growl escaped from his lips at the feeling of you attempting to tug his shirt off before he pulled away, worried he would push it all too far, plus he needed to breathe.

“Y/N,” he whispered against your neck, breathing heavily, “I don’t want to… you know… until you’re ready.” He was ready, hell he was more than ready, but he wanted to make sure you were sure.

“Peter,” you giggled, “I have been ready for a while now… but how about we not do it on the roof of the school?” Peter looked you in the eyes for a moment, taking in the sight of you with rosy cheeks and plump red lips. Hearing you breathing heavily from his touch…

“I one hundred percent would take us to either mine or yours right now… but I don’t have my suit up here with me,” he sighed in regret, “Raincheck?”

You laughed and nodded, “Raincheck… but as for now…”

Without another word, you and Peter locked lips once again, taking in the taste of each other like you both were starving.

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parkerpeter24 · 4 years

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best friends or more (part-1)

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst (a bit), oblivious people injuries, few drops of blood, a cliffhanger? maybe...

Word count: 2283

“despite their blatant attraction to each other they try to stay just friends”

Italics — flashback

Okay, here's the first part, thank you guys so much for your support, I love you all so much! Also, don't get used to the fluff... jk!! No, seriously don't.

Series Masterlist | Prologue

There was a soft knock on the window.

It seemed that you were too busy staring down at what was in front of you. Peter could see your back from where he was standing, holding his mask in his hand because it was already late in the night and he made sure that no one followed him. He smiled, adoring your distracted figure as you shifted in your chair and got up. Peter knocked again, a little louder this time, grabbing your attention. You gave him a big grin before dashing up to the window and lifting it up for him to enter.

He was fast to sneak inside your small, dark room already standing in the centre, about two feet from your desk. He tossed the mask on your dressing table, “You’re actually early today, it’s only ten.” You said, turning around and just launching yourself into his arms.

“Ouch.” He winced, making you pull away from him as soon as you lunged into him.

“What is it?” You asked, every fibre of your voice laced concern. You finally took a good look at his face under the dim lights from your lamp and the soft moonlight that poured in through your window. What can we say, you love darkness.

“Think I broke a rib or two.” He mumbled like it was usual, which it was by now, but your eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

“And you have a busted lip.” You informed. He nodded muttering a ‘yea, that too’ under his breath. You shook your head, “Just how big of an idiot are you roughly?” You sassed.

“Big enough to save a city.” He chuckled, regretting it shortly after when his lip hurt. You made him sit at the edge of your bed as you fished for your basic medical kit —which you made a few notches up basic, just in case, because you were too paranoid not to— that was kept under the bed.

You placed it over the bed and scattered all the things that you needed beside him on the bed. You wiped off the drops of blood with a wet cotton ball, “You should be more careful.” You said, stipulating him to hold it there with his hand.

“But I was being careful.” He whined, like a child, “There was this robbery at the bank and I was being careful but they had alien weapons and it caused a large blast near Mr. Delmar’s.” He rambled.

“Peter you know what I mean.” You averred. He sighed and nodded his head, “Promise me that you’ll be careful next time.” You stuck out your pinky finger. He chuckled, enveloping it with his own.

“I will be more careful.” He promised, “And I’m sorry.” You smiled down at him, placing both of your hands on his cheeks gently, checking for any more cuts or bruises on his face.

Peter’s eyes roamed over your jawline upto your cheeks, he could smell honey and berries on you and it made him dazed, obscure, just lost in you. He could feel warmth radiating off of where your hands touched his cheeks and his heart raced a thousand miles per second as you leaned in to observe his face. He sat silently, letting you do whatever you were doing, the thumps of his heart being the only sound ringing in his ears.

“Don’t be sorry, just be careful.” You scolded frivolously, retracting your hands and moving towards the door which led to the hall. You heard him chuckle awkwardly, “I’ll be back with ice.” You whisper yelled before running to the freezer and pulling out the ice tray.

You returned back with two to three ice cubes in a bowl and an ice pack to see Peter already laying on the bed.

He sat up as soon as he saw you, wincing as he did. You rushed to him, replacing the cotton with an ice cube and giving him an ibuprofen from the medical kit.

This was the least injured he had gotten in the past six months, and you could recall all the nights you’ve spent looking up the internet for different ways to attend to bruises and injuries, but you weren’t complaining, not even one bit. All things being equal, you were happy that he trusted you, that you were his go to when he needed help.

“(Y/n)…” He called out, grabbing your attention. You looked up with a questionable look on your face, “I lost my bag today in the alleyway.” He muttered.

“That’s five.” You stated. He passed you a tight lipped smile and you shook your head at him, “So much for being careful.”

“Sorry –”

“Stop apologising.” You giggled. He smiled, meeting your eyes, you looked into his brown ones. For a moment there was nothing in the world, no one besides the both of you. You found yourself leaning in gently, too gently, scared of his reaction. But you pulled away as fast when you realised that he hadn’t moved a fraction. Just freezed in his place with wide eyes. A silence took over the room.

Peter’s cheeks were burning red as he got up from the bed, nodding towards you, thankful for the lowly lit room.

“I should go, May would be so mad if I don’t show up to the burned dinner.” He joked, making you laugh along as he moved back towards the window.

Soon he was swinging away and you were left with the thoughts of what would’ve happened if you had kissed Peter.

You looked back to your small desk where books and notebooks were scattered in a careless manner.

You didn’t complete your homework.

“Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.” You huffed.

———

You were waiting as usual by the locker, continuously checking and refreshing the inbox for any new messages from Peter. You felt someone tap your shoulder. You immediately smiled when you turned around and engulfed your best friend in a bear hug.

“Hey (y/n)!” He waved with a cheeky smile.

“Hey Ned!” You beamed, “Have you seen Peter by any chance?”

“No.” He shrugged, “I was going to ask you the same thing. He didn’t even call yesterday after he left the museum abruptly.”

“That’s so unlike Peter.” You stated as your eyebrows knitted in concern more than confusion. Just as you were about to call him, the bell rang and you had to reach the home room.

Your school had taken a trip to the museum to teach your class about various species of spiders and how their DNA could be combined to make new species. Peter was so excited that morning, he even brought a camera with him, taking pictures of the group once in a while, and taking a goofy picture with your group —which included Peter, you and Ned— and some of just the two of you, which he would frame later.

But now he was nowhere to be seen and you were getting really worried. Your day was not as bright as it would’ve generally had, with Peter. Physics proved to distract you a bit and History was fine, but the subject you dreaded most was Chemistry, you couldn't survive it without Peter.

When the school finally ended, you wanted to rush out of the school halls as fast as you could, but you had to wait for Betty and Liz. You would just tell them that you had to take a rain check from the plans and you were good to go.

Peter never missed school except when it was something really, really important. You waited anxiously as you shot him another text. Briskly making your point to your ‘friends’ you took a subway and walked a few blocks to your home.

You called Peter’s phone but he didn’t pick up. You decided on calling May.

As soon as May picked the phone up she heard a knock on the door, “Hey sweetie.” She said into the phone, moving to the door, expecting Ben on the other side.

“Hey May! Can you open the door please?” Your voice was hurried and you sounded a little out of breath. Even though you lived just two floors up, you decided to stick to the flights, instead of the lift, all the way up to your apartment and then back down to his.

May opened the door, worried if something happened. She saw you standing in the hall with your bag still on your shoulders. You gave her a tight-lipped smile, “What happened to you?” She asked worriedly.

“It was fine. Is Peter home?” You asked, irrelevant to her question, “I brought sandwiches from Mr. Delmar’s.” You smiled. She smiled back and nodded.

“He’s in his room. Said he wasn’t feeling very well today.”

“May I?” You asked pointing towards the door to Peter’s room. She just gave you a sweet smile, muttering a ‘sure’ before moving to the kitchen.

You opened the door gently and peeked before moving in and placed your bag on the floor. You saw Peter covered under a pile of blankets pulled up to his cheeks which appeared a deep shade of red. It didn’t take a genius to know that he had a fever. He shifted in bed when he sensed your presence, “Hey Pete.” You said.

He tried to sit up on bed, failing and just settling on a simple ‘hi’ as he shifted to face you completely.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to get up. I just brought you notes from today.” You said, then added, “Oh, and your favourite sandwich from Mr. Delmar’s.”

“Thanks.” His voice was hoarse and he mustered the best smile he could.

You sat at the edge of his bed and touched his forehead. Your eyes widened, retracting your hand back, “Peter, you’re too hot.”

You heard him chuckle, “Thanks, you too.” He muttered. You rolled your eyes, cheeks matching his red ones.

“Shut up, Parker.” You warned in a soft tone. “I’ll take care of you.”

The next day was a Saturday so you woke up a bit late, and you were really surprised to see a text from Peter saying that he wanted to tell you something very important.

You just rushed with the freshening up and ran out of your house, briefly calling out to your mom and telling her that you were going to Parker’s. Your mom shook her head, she knew how head over heels you were for the sweet nephew of her friend.

You reached the residence, this time taking the lift. May opened the door and you beamed at her. She welcomed you in with a warm, heartfelt hug and you returned it.

“In his room?” You raised a brow. She nodded.

“I need to run to the grocery store, but you keep the door open.” She ordered, before chuckling at your red face, “And Ben is still sleeping so keep it a little down, will you?” She asked and you nodded.

A small part of your brain —the smallest one— was very happy and daydreaming that Peter would tell you how much he loves you and just kiss you passionately. Maybe in a perfect world.

You opened the door to Peter’s room and your eyes immediately grew wide. Your heart raced and you felt the air knock out of your lungs. You shut the door, contrasting to May’s demand, as you stood on the floor dumbfounded.

“What the fuck are you doing on the ceiling?!”

———

You woke up late and were in a rush. Fortunate enough, you reached school in time to find Peter and Ned whispering something to each other. They didn’t notice you so you snuck up behind them and smacked their backs, both of them flinching in response and staring at you wide eyed. The poor nerds weren’t expecting you after all. You laughed hard at their expressions, holding your belly.

You draped each of your arms over their shoulders, “Hello kids. What’re we talking about?”

“I told Ned about Spider-man.” Peter whispered to you. It was their turn to laugh at you as your expressions were exceptional.

“He didn’t really. I caught him on the ceiling.” Ned quipped.

“You too?!” You turned to Peter with a questioning look and his face turned red.

“It wasn't my fault that he sneaked into my room.” Peter complained. You adored the look on his face as he played with the hem of his shirt. For a moment his eyes met yours and you instantly pulled away, smiling to yourself.

You heard Ned’s voice in the background saying something like, “May let me in!” but it really didn’t matter to you as you leaned closer to Peter, retracting your hand from around Ned’s shoulders, as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“So, how did it happen exactly?” You asked and Ned started blabbering.

“You remember how I told you about the Lego death star?” He asked, making you nod in answer, “So, I reach his apartment and he isn’t back from the ‘Stark Internship’ and so I wait for him but then he never showed up and then I started making the base without him first…” Ned’s voice slowly faded away as you turned around to get a glance at Peter as you laughed.

But the laughter shortly died down when you saw a starry eyed Peter, distracted and gazing into the distance. It seemed like he was following someone with his eyes. You accompanied his line of sight, curious to know what he was gazing at.

And the final thought that tugged at your mind as the bell rang was, ‘Why was Peter staring at Liz Allen Toomes?’

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littlemissagrafina · 4 years

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Connected (yet to be separate)

By @littlemissagrafina for @lbigreyhound13

Rating: General

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, May Parker (Spider-Man), Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Summary: It would be the first time that Tony and Peter would be away from each other for more than a day since the reversal of the snap.

It was the first time they would be apart since their soulmate bond had calmed and settled after the trauma it had gone through with Thanos’ first snap, the breaking of their bond back on the cursed, red ground of Titan and then the sudden return of it in the reversal snap.

Needless to say, Tony was anxious and he could feel that Peter was too.

(This is my latest fic for the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange as well as the second part in my soulmate au. It can be read without having read the previous work)

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Tony woke up with anxiety and stress swirling in his stomach, making his skin crawl.

He’d been dreading today for more than a week now and had been foolishly hoping that he would wake up to the news that something had cancelled his and Pepper’s trip to China. They would be gone for a day or two to handle a blueprint leak that could only be dealt with in person due to the security clearance needed.

To most people it wasn’t that big of a deal, but Tony wasn’t most people. It wasn’t even the fact that he and Pepper had to deal with something big so soon after their semi retirement, no, the problem was that it would be the first time he and Peter would be away from each other for more than a day since the reversal of the snap.

Needless to say, Tony was anxious and he could feel that Peter was too, had felt it through their bond as the teen’s stress and fear slowly built more and more as the day of Tony’s trip came closer. Tony knew that his own nerves were felt too, knew that his restless, disturbed sleep the night before was mimicked by Peter just across the hall.

Their lack of sleep could be seen in the dark circles that had slowly formed beneath their eyes over the last week as well as the smudged letter inked on the skin of their forearms from when they had spoken during the night.

Pepper and May glanced at each other, concern shining in their eyes when Tony and Peter joined the two women at the breakfast table, Morgan looking up from her colouring book when Peter sat down next to her.

“How long?” May asked, watching as Pepper shifted Morgan’s coloured pencils and markers to the side so she could place the toast and egg filled plate in front of the five year old.

“How much sleep did you get?” May clarified when she only received confused looks as they all started dishing food onto their plates.

Peter grimaced at the question, unaware of Tony’s similar expression next to him, but he answered anyway knowing that May would resort to asking FRIDAY if she didn’t get a response. “An hour or two.”

May’s brow furrowed slightly but she didn’t say anything, knowing that it wasn’t really their fault that they hadn’t slept.

“Tony?” Pepper prompted her husband, a concerned crease forming on her own forehead as she looked at his and Peter’s weary expressions.

“An hour or two.” The older man grudgingly admitted, mimicking Peter’s earlier words as he stabbed at one of the stray roasted tomatoes on his plate.

With a sigh Pepper looked at May. “Yeah, I expected this.” She glanced over at the clock near the fridge. “It’s only just after eight and we have to be on the jet at two thirty so why don’t you two go get comfy in the sun room? Maybe try and take a nap?” She asked them gently, referring to the glass roofed and walled room that was covered in mattresses and pillows for them to lie comfortably.

All too aware of the tired, slouching teenager next to him, Tony agreed. He hated that Peter had to suffer like this. With Tony it was different, he was the older one, the one that was supposed to take away Peter’s stress and anxiety not be the cause of it.

It was one of the few downfalls that he found with their bond. He despised the effect it had on his kid in moments like this.

Taking another bite of his eggs and nudging Peter’s own breakfast plate closer to the boy. “C'mon.” He smiled. “Finish your food and then we can have a cuddle fest.”

Peter shot him a smile in return, one that Tony saw all too well wasn’t as bright as usual. “Only if I can use the Gerald blanket.”

“But that’s the best blanket!” Tony fake pouted at him but knew that Peter would end up with the big, woolly blanket that looked remarkably like the fuzzy coat of the resident goji-berry-stealing alpaca.

“I know it’s the best,” Peter smirked at him, “So I’ll share it with you. We wouldn’t the old Iron Man himself to get sad over a blanket now would we?”

“I am not old!” Tony’s indignant squawk was followed by laughs from everyone in the kitchen.

–

Sometimes Peter still has nightmares. Sometimes Tony does too, they all do, and that’s okay. Part of the ‘hero gig’, right?

Yeah, right, but also wrong because it wasn’t okay. It was okay when Peter knew that Tony was just down the hall and safely tucked away in his and Pepper’s room. It was okay when Tony was just steps away, steps that Peter often found himself taking when a nightmare left him that much more shaken than normal, when the terror was too real. That was okay because Tony was there, he was home.

But that was then, and then was okay. Now isn’t okay. Now is Peter who is terrified to go to sleep because he knows he’ll be haunted by his fears and memories. Now is a feeling of exhaustion and nausea slowly building up in his stomach because Tony is more than 7,200 miles across the sea. Tony is away and he isn’t here with Peter and it’s not okay.

Now was Peter’s mind running in circles over and over and over again. Thoughts spinning and spiraling in a cacophony of ways that made Peter want to curl up in a ball and never get up again. His mind turned on him, flinging every possible bad situation that it could come up with at him.

Peter didn’t know how long he laid in his bed, desperate for sleep despite how much it scared him, just so his mind would stop. Eventually the ache of his tired eyes became too much and he drifted off into restless sleep.

—

There were whispers, echoes of voices that Peter knew but didn’t know. Their familiarity was comforting in a strange way. Like coming home after a long time, they carried the same feeling of this is right but also a note of melancholy.

Why melancholy? The voices were nice, they were warm, so why did they make him feel sad too?

And he was sad now. Why?

Because you didn’t do something… you failed.

Peter didn’t know what he hadn’t done, his confusion swirling higher and the voices growing clearer, harsher.

He could hear what they were saying now. Their hisses and snarls turning venomous and the comfort bringing horror instead of warmth.

He knew those voices, who they belonged to… his parents, Ben, May, Tony.

“You didn’t save us, Peter! You let us leave on that plane!”

“You could have saved me. You had powers, you knew when he pulled that trigger! I saw it in your eyes!”

“Why did you let him die, Peter! Why wasn’t it you? It should have been you!”

Over and over their voices spat at him, their words striking him deep in his heart, twisting it in their grasps. He was trapped with them and he just wanted to get out!

Suddenly there was Tony. But it wasn’t his Tony, he knew because his Tony made him feel safe and warm. His Tony always greeted him by sending a flood of love and affection through their bond even if they had been apart for only seconds. This wasn’t his Tony. This one was cold and hard, face drawn and a harsh glare twisting his features.

“I almost died for you. I solved time travel for you, put on that gauntlet for you, and what do I get in return? A whiny kid who’s scared of the dark, scared to sleep.” Not-Tony snapped at him and Peter felt his chest close in, his breath escaping in a choked off whimper.

“Not Tony, not Tony, not Tony! ’S not him!” Peter heard himself gasp. He looked up – when did he get on the floor? – when he saw gold and red armored feet step in front of him.

“Pathetic!” Not-Tony snarled and Peter was yanked backwards away from him, hands and nails scrabbling at the ground as he was pulled away.

Peter woke with a cry, tumbling from his bed with his sheets twisted and tangled around his legs. Nausea rose in his stomach and bubbled up his chest. Staggering to his feet and tripping over his blankets he darted to his bathroom, falling to his knees in front of the toilet just as the take out he’d eaten with May and Morgan for dinner made a reappearance.

Peter’s throat burned and his stomach ached from the force of his heaving and he could feel tears running down his cheeks.

He threw up until the only thing left was a bitter taste and an aching body. Gentle hands, May’s hands, helped him up and pushed him to the sink where his Aunt passed him his toothbrush and toothpaste before she turned and made sure the toilet was clean enough that just a flush would do until it could be cleaned properly in the morning.

Once Peter was finished at the sink May slipped her hand into his and led him out of his room and into her own, where she ushered him into bed before she slipped in herself and hugged him close.

He was asleep before his fear could return.

—

Peter woke again with nausea still swirling in his stomach and an aching head and body to go with it. May took one look at him and ordered him to stay in bed, but relented to letting him shower and move to his own room.

After showering and changing into fresh pyjamas, he climbed into his own bed. Silently thanking his Aunt again that she had changed his sheets too. He didn’t know when she did it but she had, and it made him feel a bit better knowing he wasn’t sleeping in his sweaty sheets from last night’s nightmare.

“Think you can eat, sweetheart?” May asked him as she walked into his room, a sandwich and a glass of water in her hands.

Peter shook his head. He wouldn’t be able to keep anything down if the queasy feeling that rose up in his stomach everytime he moved was an indication.

“Sorry, May.” He answered her with a wince.

“I know, buddy. It’s okay. You have to try for the water at least, yeah? I’m not having a dehydrated Spider Baby on my hands. Again.”

With a sheepish smile as his answer, he reached for May with grabby hands, almost crying when she wrapped him up in a hug. Peter loved May hugs but it wasn’t what he really needed. It wasn’t a Tony hug and it just made everything worse.

As if sensing his thoughts, May held him closer. “He’ll be home soon, Bug. I promise. You just gotta hold out for the rest of the day.”

“Thank you, May. Larb you.”

“I larb you too, honey. Can you try and sleep some more? Maybe you can get something down after a nap.” May soothed her fingers through his curls before gently pulling away.

Peter gave a hum.

“I’ll be up later to check on you, 'kay? I gotta go corral the little Mongoose downstairs.” She gave a teasing smile.

“'Kay.”

With a final smile and a kiss to Peter’s forehead she was gone.

Turning to get more comfortable, the teen’s hand brushed against an Iron Man plushie that was either a gag gift from before the snap or a sappy one from after. Hugging it close he suddenly remembered that he hadn’t paid much attention to his and Tony’s connection.

Squeezing the plushie, Peter pushed against the bond slightly, checking on Tony and finding he was asleep. Asleep but okay.

Time differences suck. Travelling sucks. Want Tony. Those last thoughts ran through his brain as he started dozing. He just hoped the previous night’s nightmare was the last one.

—

Peter would later stir, his nose scrunching and fingers twitching as he dreamed only for it to calm after a few seconds. His sleep never fully restful.

Peter curled on his side, unaware of the slight pain that was slowly building behind his eyes, his temples slowly starting to throb as he slept until he was awoken by the pain.

Peter choked back a whimper, slamming his eyes closed in an attempt to calm the nausea and pain the action caused. He moved his head under the pillow it had been on in an effort to muffle the everyday noises around him, as well as the vibrations he could feel from said noises.

It didn’t help.

A sudden flare of pain had Peter stumbling from the bed and darting to the bathroom to throw up what little of the contents left in his stomach from the night before. His mind strayed to the sandwich and water sitting untouched on the bedside but it only succeeded in making him retch more, so he shoved thoughts of food away.

The pain kept building but was now joined by a tingling in his left forearm. Looking down, he saw Tony’s words from earlier that day (or evening or night. He didn’t know which) were still there.

I hope you feel better soon, Bud. It said, Peter’s own thank you was still scrawled under it, too. They hadn’t spoken as much as they usually did, but Peter knew that Tony could feel he wasn’t well. He also knew May had probably told the older man, and he didn’t really mind. Yeah, he didn’t like to be coddled, but he liked that they all cared about him.

Lifting a shaky hand, Peter flushed the toilet and tried to stand. He felt wobbly but he managed to rinse out his mouth and get back to bed before he ended up staying on the floor for the rest of what he figured to be night judging by the lack of light from his window.

Dropping his head back under the pillow, he tried desperately to ignore the aching in his arm and head. It felt like something was missing, but he didn’t know what it was.

After what felt like hours, Peter felt the pain start to ease the slightest bit, the reprieve giving his exhausted mind and body the chance it needed to slip back into darkness once again.

—

The first thing that Peter registered as he woke up for what felt like the millionth time was that there wasn’t any pain. There wasn’t nausea, there wasn’t fear or sadness, there was calm.

The next thing was that he was lying against a firm chest and there were fingers running through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. He couldn’t help the content sigh that bubbled up.

Tony was back home.

“I know you’re awake, Roo.” Came said man’s sleepy voice and Peter turned to look up at him, a dopey smile spreading across his face at the sight of his dad, the other half of his bond.

“Hi.”

“Hi, yourself. You feeling any better?” Tony asked him with a soft smile.

Peter ‘hmmed’ in response.

“Good. Me too.”

“You too?” Peter perked up, confusion on his face. Why had Tony felt bad?

Tony nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t have it as bad as you though, only some nightmares and a bit of nausea. It was 'cuz of our bond, Pete. We’ve been apart before but this trip stretched it too far, too soon. The distance as well as our own separation anxiety was too much and we ended up with the soulmate version of withdrawal. I don’t know the technical hooey balooey of it, you’ll have to ask Rhodey if you wanna know.” He explained before Peter could voice his confusion.

“Basically our bond just freaked on us as well as our regular trauma because, hey, why not?” Peter summed up wryly and Tony laughed.

“Yeah, basically. Not fun though, I would not recommend it.”

Peter nodded his agreement before burrowing back into Tony’s chest. He was exhausted and now maybe he could actually rest.

Hugging him closer, Tony moved a hand back to Peter’s curls. “I know you’re tired, Pete, and we can have a rest for now but later I want you to eat. May told me you threw up everything that you would have had in you and your metabolism can’t handle that.” Tony’s voice became slightly more stern before softening again. “I know it’s not your fault, but we’re gonna get that sorted when we get up later, yeah?”

“Yeah, but later. Wanna sleep.” Peter murmured as his eyes drooped. They were getting harder and harder to keep open.

He also knew without looking that Tony was quickly succumbing to the exhaustion as well, could hear it in his voice. The last week had tired them both out physically and mentally.

“Hmm. Sleep now, food later.” Tony agreed as he let his head fall back and relax into the pillow, his shoulder and chest being used as Peter’s pillow since the teen refused to move.

Tony didn’t mind at all, he only pressed a soft kiss to his son’s curls and squeezed Peter closer to him as he let his love and care flood their bond as they drifted off to sleep.

—

Later, when May went up to check on them for Pepper, she found the two still sound asleep, soft snores coming from both of them.

They stayed that way right through the night and halfway through the next morning.

Peter had no nightmares and neither did Tony, their sleep undisturbed and calm.

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