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Unsteady | Brad Davis x Filipina!Reader (Oneshot)
Prompt: Darkness
Words: 1580
Fandom: Marvel (MCU)
Warning: Quentin Beck is petty and shameless because he will not hesitate to kill or kidnap a high schooler, so...
A/N: @mjaudrey Sorry it took so long. I had so many wip drafts backed up and I almost forgot about this one.
Summary: After the revelation of Mysterio’s true colors, you and your friends were ready to support Peter on going against him. Before you could do anything, you are kidnapped and no one finds out about it until the next day. Continuation of [Illusion].
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All you saw was darkness. You weren’t even sure whether you had opened your eyes or not because of how pitch black the room was. The last thing you remembered was entering your room before you felt a pinch on your neck and everything went dark.
You couldn’t call out to Peter. He had just left to tell Fury about Mysterio. Your brother was in his room and by now, so was Brad. You weren’t even sure if there was any point calling out to them. There was no indication that you were still in the hotel. There was no reason why you’d be targeted, as far as you could tell. Sure, you knew about Peter’s superhero identity and you knew the truth about Mysterio, but you weren’t that important. You didn’t want anything bad to happen to any of your friends, but surely Michelle or your brother would have been a target instead.
“She’s waking up, Mr. Beck,” someone said above you.
“Took long enough,” the familiar voice of Mysterio, or Quentin Beck, shouted. “Jesus, what did you guys put in that sleeping dart? We're trying to kidnap a small high schooler, not an elephant. I haven’t decided if I’m going to kill her yet, which is unfortunate.”
You tried to push your way through the fogginess, lifting yourself up with shaky arms. Lights flashed on from above, blinding you for a minute. The afterimage was still burned in your eyes as you blinked awake, taking in the scene before you. There was a woman in a lab coat sitting next to you on what looked to be rafters. Passing the railings looked to be like a sound stage with Quentin Beck standing in the middle wearing a CGI suit and EDITH on his face.
Hands shoot out to steady you as you stumbled towards the railings, putting all of your weight against the metal rods. You glared down at the phony superhero, hating how nonchalant he was being. Behind the shades was madness threatening to burst through.
“Why am I here?” you said.
Quentin’s face twisted into a frown, raising a hand behind his ear. “Sorry, what was that?” he mocked.
“Why the hell am I here, greasy man?” you shouted.
He clicked his tongue at this, clapping his hands. A swarm of drones appeared around him, flying in sync with each other. One drone turned around and pointed a red laser at your forehead.
“We can’t risk having my cover blown, so I’m afraid that your little friends and your boyfriend have to go. But, I still need Peter for the final act and you-” He jabs a finger in your direction “-I’m going to need you for it.”
“So, why threaten to kill me if you need me?”
He smirked. “You’re sharp, not like your spider friend. You know, talking to him and having to hear about all of his teenage angst, it really fully sunk in that this person that’s been hailed a hero and given all of these powers, in the end, he’s just a boy. But, you, my dear, are something else. You were my first choice to use. If you don’t fully cooperate and start causing problems, I will not hesitate to have that drone shoot… and then I’ll move on to someone else. Maybe Spidey's girlfriend, though I doubt she would be easy either. Maybe your brother… or your boyfriend?”
“Are you really that pathetic that you’d mess with high schoolers during their school trip now that none of the Avengers are around?” you spat, anger coursing through your veins and making you momentarily forget that you literally had a target on your head as you talked down a villain that had no issues killing kids.
“If the Avengers were so great, then where are they?” he shouted, stepping closer, “What did they do throughout those five years that half of our world was gone? Humans are so desperate for a savior, for someone else to solve their problems. I’ve bided my time, waiting for the right moment to strike, to show the world what a true hero looks like!”
“If you were a true hero, then you would have stepped up despite Tony Stark! All I see is a coward that’s attacking when his enemy is already dead. Do you know how many people crawl out of the woodworks, claiming to have their lives ruined because of Tony frickin’ Stark, only to be defeated by him.You know why? Because they were too arrogant, too… unstable.”
Your brother had always told you that you should have been in Midtown’s debate team, but you hated the attention on you, hated confrontation against someone else that would resort to being petty just to win a stupid debate. This was different, though. This wasn’t to debate about school issues against a privileged student. This was a matter of life and death. Still, you could feel your body shaking as you tried to maintain eye contact with him, not wanting to back down or let him know that you were scared.
At the word ‘unstable’ Quentin twitched, his face twisting into a snarl. “But, Tony Stark isn’t here, missy,” he growled, clicking his fingers.
Arms grabbed you on either side, holding you down as a needle was injected into your neck and you were consumed by darkness once again.
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“(Y/n)? Are you still there?” Brad called, knocking on your door, his luggage at his side. He planned on walking down to the lobby with you and sitting together on the bus, but you weren’t answering any of his calls.
“Hey, she’s still in there?” Ned asked, walking over, “That’s… not like her.”
“You don’t think…,” Brad trailed off, not wanting to think the worse had happened and that there wasn’t anything he could have done to prevent it.
Ned looked around and spotted a housekeeper with her cleaning cart. “Excuse me, my sister forgot something in her room and she already turned her card in, can you please-” The housekeeper pursed her lips, taking out her card and opening the door for them “-Thank you so much! We’re just going to be quick…”
Ned and Brad walked in together, the whole room spotless and not a sign that you were ever there. Not even your luggage was left. The only thing that stood out was the window that was wide open. Ned looked out the window before closing it, his expression unreadable as he looked at Brad.
“Maybe she’s already downstairs?” he asked hopefully.
For the first time, Ned had no reply to that, walking past Brad to collect his own luggage before heading towards the elevator silently. Brad turned to follow when something under the bed caught his eye. He knelt down and picked up the object, his SD card that you took. You wouldn’t have carelessly dropped something as important as this, right?
When Brad made his way down, the others were already loading up into the bus. Everyone was bummed out that their Europe trip was cut short, but the gloominess was felt on another level as Brad and Ned were currently the only ones that even noticed that you were gone still. The teachers already believed Peter’s story and thought nothing of his absence. What were they going to do when they realized that you were missing?
His eyes landed on Michelle, who was already worried for Peter, but seeing that you were not with your brother or Brad made her fists clench. They were both new to Peter’s secret identity and there was so much weight already felt on their shoulders by being the only ones that knew of it, this helplessness. Yet, you and Ned had kept this a secret for almost six years.
As he sat down on the bus, his anxiety rising as the teachers had yet to question your absence, he stuffed his hand in his pocket where he stashed the SD card. If anything happened, he now held something that stood between Mysterio and what he wanted, to fool the world that he’s some perfect hero.
He looked over at Ned who was sitting quietly, nodding and humming along to what Betty was saying. Brad really wanted to ask him what to do. Were they just expected to just wait? Cover up anything suspicious by giving excuses or some kind of distraction?
“Ned, where’s your sister?” Mr. Harington finally asked.
Ned, the fluent liar, took a minute too long to respond. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to slow down his brain enough to come up with a coherent sentence. “I… I…”
“I’ve just texted her,” Brad said, “She had gone back to her room to grab something and missed the bus. She’s trying to catch a cab to meet us there.”
“This is why we have buddy systems!” Mr. Dell said.
“Wouldn’t that mean that two people would be missing, then?” Flash commented.
Mr. Dell sighed. “Sit down. Everyone, sit. We’ll do another head count once we reach the station. Davis, Leeds, keep us updated on (Y/n)’s status.”
“Will do,” Brad and Ned answered.
As everything settled down, Michelle leaned over to Brad. “What do you think happened? Why (Y/n)?”
Brad shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m sure Peter would find out and deal with it.”
Michelle grunted, looking out the window. Peter better hurry it up, then. Who knows what Quentin Beck would do next?
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supercap2319 · 15 days
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"So, Y/N? I was thinking we should go out sometime. Like Saturday night." Brad said.
Y/N had been putting his textbooks away in his locker when Brady had approached him. Brad was a good-looking guy, and many of the girls wanted him to ask them about it, but he just wasn't Y/N's type at all.
"Go out, huh? You and me?" Y/N shut his locker and looks at Brad with an amused grin.
"Yeah. It doesn't even have to be a date. Just two guys hanging out."
Before he could answer, Y/N looked to the side and saw Peter watching them. He looks shocked, angry, and hurt all in one. This is what he'd been waiting for. For Y/N to leave him for someone more popular and taller.
Y/N looks at brad. "Thanks, but no thanks."
"What? Why not?" Brad asked.
"Because I have a boyfriend, and he wouldn't like me going out on him."
"Who's your boyfriend?"
"Peter Benjamin Parker." Y/N pushed past Brad, walking towards Peter and kissing in front of everyone in the hallways of Midtown.
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sacharinee · 10 months
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pairing: bestfriend!peter parker x fem!reader
sypnosis: after peter misses his chance to ask you out to the homecoming dance, he has to suffer the consequences of his own actions
wc: 1200+
a/n: hiii!! i have the urge to write again bc im bored and i dont wanna do my summer course work. this prompt is based on this post and loosely based on that one scene in the movie ladybird when she gets picked up by her date. i wrote this super quickly so not the best but i hope u enjoy :)
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peter had it first. he had the idea, the flowers, the poster, your favorite chocolate strawberries all ready for you. until brad davis came in and stole everything. 
now he has nothing. he’s on your bed munching on the melty strawberries as he watches you get ready for the dance; you’ve asked for his help in choosing which dress you should go for. 
“okay how ‘bout this one, pete?” the boy glances up at you, mid-chew with his mouth open. 
his eyes snake over the outfit you’ve chosen. you do a swift twirl to show off the pretty soft blue satin dress that falls down to your mid-thigh with an open back. the skirt of your dress rides a bit high revealing a little too much. peter gulps, running his hands down his legs, immediately your sweet honey perfume floods his senses, his brain feels a little fuzzy, and he thinks the room gets smaller while his pants get a tiny bit tighter.
however, your eyes are what he takes in the most. you look eager, nervous about his approval, and hopeful for his admission.
his eyes widen as he gives you a soft nod and a pursed smile, “super pretty.”
you stare back at peter, his hair is flared, and you see chocolate smeared on his bottom lip. his posture looks defeated and you can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with him.
you give him a sour yet confused face, “why is your face like that?”
peter’s eyebrows furrow at your expression, “my face- why is my face like what?” 
“like…” you take a moment to think, “like- you look like that chef in that one movie with the rat, he’s got that same awkward funny looking face.”
peter barks out a laugh in disbelief, “alfredo linguini?? from ratatouille?!” “yea! that guy.” 
the boy in front of you offers you a pout and rubs his eyes, “thanks.”
“sure thing.” peter glazes over your seamless makeup when you take a seat next to him, “so, you’re really not coming? why not? it’ll be fun, plus all of our friends are going” you whine. 
peter kicks himself every day since you got asked out to homecoming by brad. he knows he should have made his proposal to you sooner, but now that he missed his chance, he feels like he’s lost you. 
“oh, so brad’s our friend now? and nah, it’s alright. i’m just gonna go patrolling tonight, might get some good action.” his eyebrows suggestively 
 you muster up a smirk and breathe out a laugh, “right. maybe you’ll find your own ‘cupid of crime’ that’ll show you a good time.” 
peter groans at you, “oh my god, margot robbie is so-”
honk!
“oh,” your ears perk up at the sudden interruption, “i guess that’s my date.” you quickly stand up and straighten your dress, taking nervous breaths. 
“i’m good right? my dress? face? hair?” your fingers run through your shiny locks, “its- i’m, i’m okay?”
peter has an indiscernible look plastered on his face as he gazes out the window and back at you. he’s shocked you’d settle for this, and even more appalled at you’re excitement to go with a douchebag who can’t even meet you at the front door. he knows you deserve better than this, and he knows he would treat you so much better with much less than your date. his stomach turns upside down and he feels his face get hot, breathing through his nostrils as he struggles to control his disbelief. he slowly stands up and meets your anxious expression peering up at him.
“you aren’t gonna get in a car with a guy who honks, are you?” 
it’s almost as if the entire atmosphere shifts. peter studies your appearance. your face shimmered sanguinely regardless, brighter than the glitter that sparkled atop your eyelids.
it was safe to say you were excited to go to the dance, even if your date wasn’t your first choice. you had been waiting endlessly for peter to ask you to homecoming. you were almost depressed at the thought thinking your crush didn’t like you back, but even more upset at the fact that your best friend didn’t even want to take you as his date, romantically or not. 
you remembered the feeling of delight swirling through your body as betty gushed about ned asking her to the dance, and mj agreeing to harry’s proposal. 
you only wanted the same for yourself. the same thrill and warm feeling of someone wanting to take you as their date. you wanted more than anything for it to be peter, but you figured he simply didn’t think of you like that as empty time and hopeless anticipation went by. so yes, you did settle for brad davis. he’s only ever been sweet to you, with harmless flirting and sultry smiles in the halls. plus you had a hunch about peter’s displeasing stance on the man, and presumed this may have tipped peter over just the right amount. 
you simply blink at his desperate eyes and nod, your adamant expression not wavering, “i think, yes, i am.”
you offer him a wistful smile when you brush past him, grabbing your purse on the way.
“y/n, stop.” peter’s finger’s wrap around your small wrist, your charm bracelet dangling against his hand.
“are you serious? what, the shithead can’t walk a few feet and knock on the door like a real man?”
“peter!” you snatch your wrist back and his hands rise.
you feel heat rushing up your neck and settling behind your ears. you had wanted a reaction out of peter when brad asked you out, yes, but the entitlement he has to mention about the manhood of brad angered you.
“i’m just saying,” he steps back from you, licking his dry lips while he chuckles back at you. “a guy who doesn’t have the balls to greet you at your doorstep isn’t worth falling for.” 
you scoff at him, he was so sweet and now he’s only taking his anger out on you. “well it’s a good thing that he’s just a friend then. what’s it to you anyways?”
peter disregards your last statement, “a friend?! y/n/n, listen to me. you’re being naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.”
another honk outside pierces your ears, yet you can’t seem to shake your stare on the boy before you. you narrow your eyes at him.
“you sound jealous.”
peter sputters nonsense out and breaks his eyesight away from you, nervously running his hands through his curls.
“jealous? me? pfft. never. i’m not jealous, i’m- i’m being absolutely reasonable.”
you keep your eyes on him as he looks down at the carpet floor. he sighs and drops down at your chair, scratching the wood on your desk. his head shakes and ever so softly murmurs, “seriously, why are you going out with him?”
peter continues to stare at the rotten wood he’s chipping, “brad asked me to be his date, so i’m going whether you like it or not. unless,” peter glances back up at you.
“there’s something you’re not telling me.”
hope bubbles down in your stomach, and you anticipate his confession, waiting to hear the words of his true feelings that you know for certain are deep down inside him.
except, he doesn’t.
the boy only blankly stares at your desk, clenching his jaw, and drowns everything inside, letting you down yet another time. you turn away, disappointed in peter, ready to leave him alone for all the false hope and hurt he has caused you. 
“right, well, when your balls finally drop, let me know. i’ll be at the dance with my date.” 
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waitimcomingtoo · 1 year
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Joke Me Something Awful Just Like Kisses On The Necks of Best Friends
Pairing: Peter Parker x Best Friend!Reader
Synopsis: Peter deals with the aftermath of kissing his best friend
a/n: is it obvious I got dumped and rewatched new girl 😍😍
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“can I come over”
Peter picked his phone off the floor of his fire escape to read the text from you. Peter frowned and got the sneaking suspicion that something was wrong but decided not to worry until he knew there was something to worry about.
“always :) come out the the fire escape when you get here” Peter texted you back.
Ten minutes later, you crawled through Peters window from inside his living room and took a seat next to him on his fire escape. Before you said anything, Peter could tell from the look on your face that you had been crying. His heart hurt to know something had made you cry and he grew determined to make you happy again.
“Hey, Parker.” You said in a quiet voice.
“Hey kid. What’s wrong?” Peter asked and reached over to put a hand on your back.
“What makes you think somethings wrong?” You smiled sarcastically and pulled the sleeves of your sweatshirt over your hands.
“Probably the panda eyes you got going on.” Peter chuckled and used his thumb to wipe your the mascara that had pooled under your eyes. You gave him an woeful smile and wiped the rest of the mascara away with your sleeves.
“You know that guy I’ve been talking to?” You began. Peter felt white hot jealousy course through him as he was reminded that Brad Davis had asked for your number three months ago and you’d been talking to him ever since.
“Brad? Yeah. I know him.” Peter said without looking at you.
“Well, we had a date tonight after him flaking on me past few weeks. We’d been on a handful of dates at this point so I hoped this would be the one where he finally asked me to be his girlfriend.”
“Did he?”
“Nope. And I could tell he wasn’t going to ask about twenty minutes into the date. So I decided that if he wasn’t gonna ask me, I was gonna have to ask him. And you know what he said to me when I asked?”
“What did he say?”
“He told me the “date” I was so excited for and spent hours getting ready for wasn’t a date to him. In fact, I learned tonight that none of our “dates” were dates to him. He didn’t see them as that. He saw them as us hanging out or whatever.”
“Oh. I’m so sorry.” Peter frowned. “I thought he liked you?”
“So did I. But he never did. He just liked the attention and the compliments and the praise I gave him. I never actually meant something to him. And I know that because he looked me in my eyes tonight and told me he didn’t want to be in a relationship because he didn’t see me romantically. But this whole time, I thought we already were in a relationship. I just thought we hadn’t labeled it yet. But no. We were on completely different pages and now I’ve wasted three months of my life that I can never get back. I just feel so stupid.” You said and started to break down. You covered your face with your hands and cried into them as Peter rubbed your back.
“You’re not stupid.” He assured you. “Brad is stupid.”
“No, I am.” You sniffled. “I can’t believe I gave him my first kiss. I can never get that back.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet. Having one with a jerk is better than not having one at all, right?” Peter offered weakly. It stung him to learn that you had kissed another boy, but he knew he couldn’t be upset about that right now.
“You haven’t kissed anybody?” You asked and cracked a smile.
“Don’t look so happy.” Peter gasped and playfully shoved you. You covered your mouth with your hand to hide your smile while secretly feeling relieved that Peter hadn’t kissed anyone yet.
“I’m sorry. I think that’s sweet. You’re saving it.”
“Am I saving it? Or is it that no girl wants to kiss me?” Peter laughed wryly.
“That’s not true. Believe me, I wish I saved mine. It would’ve been way better with a boy who liked me.” You told him. You locked eyes for a minute and felt a magnetic force pulling you towards Peter. Your eyes dropped to his eyes but before anything could happen, he looked away. He didn’t want to, he just panicked.
“He’s an idiot. And you deserve better.” Peter said to avoid an awkward silence.
“Whatever that means.” You smiled sadly before resting your head on his shoulder. Peter rested his head on top of yours and you stayed that way for a while in comfortable silence. Knowing you were still upset, he brought up a story he hoped would make you laugh.
“You know, when I was little, I thought the first kiss always happens on the first date. Like, there is no other possible scenario where a first kiss would happen. And the first date had to be at a sit down restaurant at a table for two. It was the only situation that my mind could generate in which a kiss could happen. And I would lie awake at night and try to figure out how two people could kiss when there was table between them.”
“And the table absolutely has to be there?” You teased him.
“Of course it does. Because if it’s not there, that means they’re not on a date. And if there’s no date, there’s obviously no kiss.” He scoffed, making you smile again.
“Well I can see why this kept you up at night. There’s a lot to think ago it.”
“Uh huh. And that’s not all I laid awake at night thinking about. Because then I had to consider logistics. Like, when the kiss happen? Right as you sit down at the table or after you finish eating? Or just sometime during the date? And after they kissed, does that automatically mean they’re boyfriend and girlfriend? Or would one of them have to ask? It kept me up at night. It’s all very confusing.”
“It really is. And now it’s even worse. Because now, it’s not just dating. Now, there’s the talking stage. The talking stage didn’t exist when we were little and hopeful about love.”
“I know.” Peter agreed. “The only thing I knew about love back then was that the boy and the girl kiss at the end of the movie. I wish it was still that simple. It doesn’t make any sense anymore. Why is it that you can be dating someone but not in a relationship with them?”
“I can tell you why.” You smiled sarcastically. “Because not everyone wants to use the word “relationship”. Instead, they just kiss you and hold your hand and take you on dates and tell you they like you and treat you like their girlfriend but never actually call you their girlfriend. They never actually give you the satisfaction of admitting that you mean something to them. And you know what the worst part is? My entire view of myself has shifted meanwhile he is probably totally fine. He’s unscathed by this and I was maimed. I just feel so angry. I’m angry because it meant something to me and he ended it like it didn’t. How could he do that to me?”
“Maybe you can’t understand why he did this to you because you would never do this to another person.” Peter said, catching you by surprise. You looked at him and gave him a soft smile to let him know what his comfort meant to you.
“Yeah. Thanks, Pete. Thanks for listening.” You said and gave his hand a squeeze.
“I’m always here to listen. And I’m sorry he broke up with you.” Peter said as he rubbed small circles on your back.
“He didn’t though. Because he was never my boyfriend.” You laughed sadly. “We never got to define what we were because he didn’t want to. But I wanted to. My feelings had a name. He just wouldn’t let me speak it.”
You fell silent for a minute as you replayed all the times Brad had made it seem like he liked you in his head. You debated if you were crazy and imagined the whole thing or if Brad just couldn’t admit his true feelings. Your bottom lip began to tremble when you thought about how everything was going to change now and felt a tear slip down your face.
“I fear it’s all just fucking impossible.” You said quietly. Peter looked at you for a moment while you looked down at your hands. He wanted so badly to take your pain away, or to at least take your mind off what had happened.
“I’m just thinking out loud here. And it might be totally stupid and insane and a horrible idea.” Peter began.
“Say it.” You prompted out of curiosity.
“You said you wanted your first kiss to be with a boy who really likes you, right?”
“Yeah? So?”
“Well, I’m a boy who really likes you. And I haven’t had my first kiss yet. I think we have ourselves a real two birds with one stone scenario here.” Peter said, making you laugh. He smiled now that he had you laughing again and hoped he has succeeded in cheering you up.
“Peter Parker.” You playfully gasped. “Are you suggesting we kiss right now?”
“I might be. Think about it, you get a do over first kiss and I get an actual first kiss. Plus, we’re best friends so you’ll always remember your first kiss as being with someone special. And then we can just pretend it never happened. It’s a win win for both is us.”
“The offer is very tempting.” You said and tapped your chin.
“Right?” Peter laughed, happy that you were playing along.
“Oh my God. Remember that episode of ICarly where Sam tells everyone Freddie’s never kissed anyone and he gets bullied and then she reveals that she’s never kissed anyone either and then they kiss? It would be so Sam and Freddie of us if we kissed right now. We’re even on a fire escape like they were.”
“If I told you that’s where I got the idea from, would you be too cringed out to kiss me?” Peter asked sheepishly. You grabbed his shoulder as you broke down laughing, sending a blush to Peter entire face.
“No. I don’t think so. Honestly, it makes me want to kiss you more.” You said through a laugh that made Peters blush deepen.
“Okay cool. Come here then.” Peter said and put his hands on either side of your face. You both leaned in before pulling away laughing. You both knew it was just a joke, but you secretly both wanted it to happen more than anything else in the world. When your laughter died down, you looked at each other as a comfortable silence filled the air. A look of realization dawned on both your faces as it became clear to you that the other was down to really do it.
“We’re not actually gonna kiss, right?” Peter asked as his eyes fell to your lips.
“No. That would be way too weird. But thank you for the offer.” You smiled and leaned towards him.
“Anytime.” Peter said right before your lips connected.
You pulled away after just a few seconds and gave Peter a wide eyed look. He nodded to show that he was still into it and you immediately leaned back in. This time, he cupped your face as your hands wrapped your his wrists.
At first it felt weird and hesitant and you couldn’t stop thinking about how this was the guy you’d been calling your best friend all your life and had seen do a million embarrassing things.
Then it, it changed. This kiss became assured and confident and all you could think about was how you’d wanted this all your life.
The innocent kiss became heated quickly when you found yourself climbing into Peter’s lap while slid his hands up your back.
“Oh shit.” You whispered once you pulled away. You looked into each others eyes as Peters face turned so scarlet, it was maroon.
“How was that for a first kiss?” He whispered and tucked some hair behind your ear.
“I could say the same for you.” You smiled before leaning in to kiss him again. You only got to kiss for a few minutes before you heard Mays voice.
“Dinners ready.” She said, making you and Peter jump apart.
“God May!” Peter exclaimed. “Don’t you knock?”
“Knock on what? You’re outside.” May pointed out.
“The freaking windowpane! I don’t know!” Peter continued to shout while you covered your face in embarrassment.
“When you’re done sucking face, dinners on the table.” May smiled innocently before walking away. You and Peter couldn’t look at each other for a long time as the reality of what just happened settled in. You sat in a palpable awkward tension until you finally mustered up the courage to speak.
“We should probably…” Peter trailed off and pointed inside.
“Yeah. Let’s go.” You nodded and quickly got up.
The three of you sat at the dinning room table in complete and utter silence. You pushed your food around on your plate, too consumed in your thoughts to eat anything. You wished you had gotten chance to talk about the kiss and what it meant but that was impossible with May sitting there. Meanwhile, you and Peter kept making awkward eye contact across the table before quickly looking away.
“So what have you two been up to?” May asked, making your entire body cringe.
“May.” Peter whispered in disappointment.
“What? Just asking.” May played dumb.
“We were just having a chat.” You said weakly.
“Kinda hard to talk when your mouth is pressed against someone else’s mouth though, isn’t it?” May shrugged as you choked on your drink.
“May!” Peter exclaimed and covered his face.
“What? Am I not supposed to address it?” She asked. “I used to give you guys baths together. Then I walk into my own humble home and find you frenching on the fire escape.”
“May!” Peter squeaked as his entire face turned red.
“That was so Sam and Freddie of you.” May snorted.
“I know right?” You laughed as well and accidentally made eye contact with Peter. You quickly stopped laughing and looked away.
“So are you two a couple now?” May asked causally and took a bite of her food.
“May.” Peter said in a grave voice.
“No. That was our first kiss.” You said, making Peter look at you with wide eyes.
“Y/n!” He exclaimed.
“What? What am I supposed to say right now? Please tell me and I will say it. I am genuinely asking. This is the most confusing day of my life.” You whimpered and looked back down at your plate.
“Maybe we should just go back to silence.” May suggested and you both nodded in agreement. You ate the rest of your dinner without saying anything, thinking the hard part was over. After you put your dishes in the sink, you awkwardly stood in the kitchen and looked at Peter.
“What do we do now?” You whispered to him.
“I don’t know. What do we usually do when we hang out?”
“I have literally no idea. I don’t remember what we do.”
“You guys usually go to Peter’s room.” Mag said with an instigating smile.
“Oh. Right. Peters room.” You gulped and looked at Peter again. He gave you and shy smile and a weak wave.
“Would you like to go to Peters room?” He asked in a soft voice. You finally stopped feeling so awkward and let yourself relax.
“Would Peter be there?” You asked and cracked a smile.
“If you want him to be.” Peter answered.
“Okay. Let’s go.” You smiled and started walking towards his room.
Once you were inside, you shut Peters door behind you and leaned your back against it.
“Sooo…” Peter drew out the word and looked at you with puppy dog eyes.
“So.” You repeated and struggled not to look at his lips.
“What do you wanna do?” He asked and took a step towards you.
“I don’t know. What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. What do you want to do?” He repeated as he leaned over you.
“We could watch a movie?” You shrugged as you tilted your chin up towards his face.
“Yeah. We could. Or we could…” He trailed off and slipped an arm around your waist to pull you closer.
“Yeah. Or we could…” You trailed off as well as you nodded your head.
“Or we could…” He whispered before connecting your lips in a kiss. He pressed you against the door as his hands slipped up beneath your sweatshirt. You tangled your fingers in his curls, something that you always wanted to do, and gave them a tug.
“What is happening right now?” Peter asked against your lips.
“I have no idea.” You laughed against his mouth and went back to kissing him.
“Do you want it to stop?” He pulled away briefly to ask you.
“I never want it to stop.” You told him before bringing him right down into a kiss. Peter smiled against your lips before picking you up to carry you to his bed. He carefully laid you down on his Star Wars sheets without ever breaking the kiss. You made out on his bed for a while and lost all sense of time. Peter kissed your lips softly before trailing kisses down your neck. He didn’t do that for long because he didn’t want to stop kissing your lips. You felt butterflies in your chest as you kissed Peter, something you didn’t feel when you had kissed Brad. Peter felt the same warm excitement in as he tried to memorize the way your heart beat against his chest. The perfect kiss was only disrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. You and Peter jumped apart and he rolled off of you as you pulled your phone out.
“Shoot. Sorry. It’s my mom.” You sighed in annoyance when you looked at your phone.
“Oh my God. It’s 9 pm?” You shot up in bed when you realized the time. Your curfew was 8 pm and you were ten minutes from your apartment.
“Mommy?” You said in a weak voice when you answered the phone.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Peter heard your mother scream on the other end of the line. You scrambled out of Peters bed and went over to his mirror, leaving him with a feeling of disappointment.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how late it got. Peter and I were just…studying.” You lied as you smoothed your hair and rubbed off the rest of the lipstick Peter had smudged.
“I’m on my way home now. I swear.” You told your mom before hanging up. You gave your appearance one last look before turning to Peter. He was sitting up now with a pillow his lap and a yearning look in his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked with his messed up hair, unbuttoned shirt, and budding hickies on his neck.
“I, uh, I gotta go now.” You said and pointed to his door. You couldn’t take your eyes off each other, each desperately wondering what the kiss had meant to the other. Peter nodded slowly but couldn’t mask his disappointment.
“I’ll walk you home?” He offered and got off his bed.
“Sure! Just uh…” You trailed off and gestured to your neck. Peter looked down and realized how many buttons you had managed to unbutton on his flannel. He blushed in embarrassment and quickly buttoned his shirt back up.
You and Peter walked to your apartment complex in total silence, hand accidentally bumping every now and then. Neither of you knew what to say and neither wanted to say the wrong thing, so you said nothing at all. The third time your hand bumped into Peters, he went to reach for it but you tucked it into your pocket. You reached your lobby eventually and turned to look at Peter.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You said and looked into his eyes. You desperately tried to read his expression but it was too dark to see anything.
“Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He nodded, never taking his eyes off you. He stepped closer to kiss you goodbye, then took a step back. He didn’t know if that’s what you wanted and don’t want to impose. You noticed his hesitation so you stepped forward yourself and kissed his cheek.
“Night, Parker.”
“Night, kid.” He smiled softly. You disappeared and that was the last he saw of you.
All night, Peter tossed and turned his bed and he replayed the entire evening. He couldn’t stop smiling and pinching himself to see if he was really awake. As much as he hoped this meant you would finally be together, he didn’t want to get his hopes up. He didn’t know if the kiss was just a one time thing only happened because you were upset. He didn’t sleep all night in anticipation of seeing you the next day to find out where your relationship stood.
Peter focused his eyes on the passing crowd when he stood at his locker the next morning. Ned was telling him some story about a TV show he had watched but Peter couldn’t hear a word over how hard he was concentrating on finding you. He desperately wanted to tell Ned what had happened between you two, but he wanted to wait until he had discussed it with you first. Just when Peter had given up hope on finding you, he heard your voice behind him.
“Hey.” You said out of nowhere, making Peter jump out of his skin.
“AH!” He screamed. “Jesus Christ.”
“Sorry! Sorry. I’m sorry.”
Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth with your hands as you apologized.
“You scared me. Like a shadow you are.” Peter panted as he held a hand over his pounding heart.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to approach you.” You grimaced, knowing you had already blown it.
“Not like that.” Peter said out of the corner of his mouth.
“I’m sorry! Oh my God. I need to go.” You panicked and started to walk away.
“Kid, wait!” Peter called out and ran after you. You quickened your pace but he still caught up to you and gently grabbed your arm.
“Slow down. I wanted to talk to you.”
“About what?” You asked and avoided making eye contact.
“Last night. And what happened.” He said in a quiet voice as his face blushed from the memory.
“I wanted to talk about that too.” You relaxed when you realized he wasn’t going to pretend it never happened like you feared he might.
“Good, good.” Peter smiled shyly. “So what does this mean-“
“Hey guys.” Ned appeared out of nowhere, cutting Peter off.
“AH!” You and Peter both screamed.
“Damn. What’s with you two?” Ned laughed in confusion.
“Nothing.” You and Peter said in unison.
“Real creepy vibe between you guys. Just so you know.” Ned said as his eyes shifted between you and Peter.
“I have to go.” You blurted and ran away.
“Wait! Don’t go!” Peter protested.
“Gotta blast!” You called from down the hall before disappearing behind a corner.
“Do I wanna know what that was about?” Ned asked Peter.
“I’m gonna tell you. I just have to talk to her first.” Peter assured his friend and went to try and find you. He didn’t have any classes with you before lunch and had no luck spotting you in the hallways. Finally, he smelled your perfume wafting in the air once he sat down at his usual lunch table. He turned around and smiled as you sat down beside him. Ned and MJ noticed the way you and Peter looked at each other and immediately felt that something was up.
“Hi.” You smiled flirtatiously at Peter as you set your lunch bag down.
“Hey, kid.” He smiled shyly in return. “Did you change your hair?”
“Yeah. I had to take a test so I put it up.” You said and touched your ponytail, feeling pleased that he had noticed the simple change.
“I like it. It looks pretty.” He complimented you.
“Oh, thanks.” You laughed shyly.
“It’s nice. You look good with your hair up.” He remarked and reached up to touch it. You both got flashbacks to the night before and made knowing eye contact. Ned and MJ exchanged a look as they watched the usual behavior in front of them play out.
“Do you want a baby carrot?” You offered to break the tension.
“Yeah. You want an Oreo?”
“Sure. Cheers?” You asked and held up the Oreo.
“Chin-chin.” Peter smiled and held up his carrot.
“Oh, uh. Neck neck?” You laughed in confused as you knocked your Oreo into his carrot.
“Chin-chin means cheers in Italian.” He explained to you when he saw you confusion.
“Really? I didn’t know that. You’re so smart. I feel like you know so many random little facts.” You complimented Peter and leaned on your hand to stare at him.
“I don’t really. You’re the smart one. You know way more than me.” Peter replied. You smiled in appreciation of his compliment and gave his arm a fond squeeze.
“What the hell?” Ned asked, breaking the lavender haze you and Peter had slipped into. You both looked at Ned, having completely forgotten that he was there.
“What?” Peter asked innocently.
“What…the…hell?” Ned repeated. You and Peter exchanged a nervous look before playing dumb.
“What’s wrong?” You shrugged and took another carrot from Peter.
“That my question. What wrong?”
“Ned, you’re dropping articles again.” Peter whispered.
“I not!” Ned exclaimed.
“Nothings wrong. Everyone calm down.” You mumbled in embarrassment.
“No. Something is definitely going on between you two.” MJ jumped in in agreement.
“Hardly anything is going on.” Peter said, making you look at him angrily.
“Hardly anything?” You whispered harshly.
“You know when I lie I get a stummy ache.” Peter mumbled to you. You immediately felt bad and put a hand on his face.
“All right. Not that I particularly care about any of you, but I enjoy drama. What happened between you two that’s making you act so weird?” MJ inquired.
“Nothing.” You repeated. “Nothing happened.”
“Uh huh. Sure. And Peter, could you confirm that for me?” MJ asked and turned her attention to Peter. Peter looked between you and MJ in a panic before coming clean.
“A lil sum sum happened.” He mumbled, almost inaudibly.
“Peter. Why would you tell them that?” You groaned and covered your face.
“He didn’t have to tell us anything.” Ned stated. “You think we couldn’t tell from the moment you sat down? You think we can’t smell it on you?”
“Fine. You really want to know what happened? We kissed. That’s all. Y/n and I kissed.” Peter said in the most nonchalant tone he could manage at this time. You held your breath and waited for your friends reactions as their jaws dropped simultaneously.
“You kissed?” MJ asked.
“On the mouth?” Ned add.
“A bunch of times.” Peter nodded proudly as you hide your face again.
“Oh my God.” You mumbled.
“When did this happen?” MJ a questioned.
“None of your business.” You said at the same time Peter said “Last night on my fire escape.”
“On your fire escape? Like Sam and Freddie?” Ned asked.
“Exactly!” Peter nodded in excitement while your face palmed. Peter noticed your reaction and felt bad for letting that slip.
“I’m sorry.” Peter apologized and rubbed your back. “I didn’t mean for them to find out right away. I wanted to discuss this with you before we told them.”
“I know. Me too. But I guess the cat is out of the bag now.” You sighed and looked at Ned and MJ, who were still sitting in stunned silence.
“So you two hooked up? In May’s humble home? In her good Christian household?” Ned gasped and pointed between the two of you.
“First of all, I’m Jewish. And second, we didn’t hook up. We just made out a little.” Peter said and tried to make it sound like it wasn’t as big of a deal as he felt it was.
“You made out?” MJ laughed in surprise.
“You’re Jewish?” Ned whispered in an equal amount of surprise.
“Yes and Yes.” Peter nodded proudly. He snuck a look at you to see how you were reacting to all of this and you looked like you had just seen a ghost.
“I’m flummoxed. I’m absolutely flummoxed by this. My my my. I feel I might faint.” Ned said and fanned himself.
“I mean, I definitely saw this coming.” MJ shrugged and went back to reading her book.
“Wait, so are you two a couple now?” Ned asked, making you and Peter freeze. You looked at each other and struggled to come up with an answer since you never got a chance to talk about what last night had meant. You both started to say sentences that didn’t really seem to go anywhere.
“I mean, we didn’t really get a chance to-“ Peter began.
“-it only happened last night so we haven’t-“ You added.
“There’s still a lot we need to talk about but, um…” Peter looked at you and hoped you’d finished his sentence for him so he could know what page you were on.
“Yes?” Peter said at the same time you said, “No?”
Peters face immediately crumbled as you slapped a hand over your mouth.
“Oh my God. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“
“No, no, it’s fine.” Peter cut you off. “I didn’t mean to answer so quickly.”
“I don’t even know what we are. I didn’t-“
“It’s okay. We haven’t talked about it yet, so.” Peter smile sadly at you before looking down at his lap. The guilt over giving the wrong answer was killing you and you needed to remove yourself from the situation.
“I have to go.” You said and got out of your seat.
“Please don’t go.” Peter asked and took your hand.
“Gotta blast.” You pulled your hand out of his and ran out of the cafeteria.
“Damn it. She keeps blasting off when I try to talk to her about our relationship.” Peter grumbled.
“Don’t ever say she’s blasting off ever again.” MJ grimaced.
“But you saw that right? I tried to talk to her about us and she blasted.”
“Please. I’m begging you. Stop saying it.”
“You just have to get her at a time where she can’t blast.” Ned suggested.
“You too?” MJ cringed.
“What am I supposed to do?” Peter asked desperately.
“Well what do you want to do? Do you want to be her boyfriend?” Ned asked him.
“Yeah. I do. Of course I do.” Peter smiled softly.
“Then tell her that.” Ned urged.
“No.” MJ spoke up.
“No?” Peter frowned.
“Don’t tell her. Show her.”
“Show her? What do you mean?”
“Last night, she told me about Brad before she went to your place. You know, before your little fondling party happened. Anyway, she told me that what hurt her the most is that Brad could never admit how he felt about her. He was always playing games and leaving her guessing about how he felt. So if you want to be with her, you gotta do the opposite. Show her that you like her and you’re not afraid to admit that to anyone.”
“What if she doesn’t feel the same?” Peter worried. “What if she doesn’t want me to show her how I feel?”
“She does.” MJ insisted. “I know she does.”
“How do you know that?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. MJ sighed before deciding that if this was gonna be solved, she had to tell Peter your greatest secret.
“Because I was the one who had to convince her to give Brad a chance in the first place since she was still hung up on you.” MJ admitted. Peters eyebrows raised in surprise before a smile tugged at his lips.
“She was?” He asked in disbelief.
“She likes you, dude. But she never knew how you felt. Nows your time to tell her.” MJ told him. Peters smile grew as he realized what he had to do. Now that he knew how you felt, he felt confident enough to seal the deal.
“Not that I care.” MJ added after a beat of silence.
“Thanks MJ. I’m gonna go show her how I feel.” Peter said and got up to leave.
Meanwhile, you were standing by your locker and trying to remain calm. You were freaking out thinking you had just ruined your relationship with your best friend forever. You shut your locket and leaned your forehead against it, cursing yourself for messing everything with Peter up.
“So. You and Parker, huh?”
You turned around and saw Brad standing behind you with a disappointed look on his face. You thought you’d feel sad to see him, but you just felt annoyed that he was talking to you.
“What? How do you even know about that?” You asked when you realized what he said.
“I heard you and your friends talking about it at lunch.” Brad replied. You opened your mouth to tell him to mind his business, then decided to give him some of his own medicine.
“Yeah. Me and Parker. What about it?” You asked and folded your arms.
“Nothing. Just wasn’t expecting you to move on so fast.”
“Move on from what?” You asked him, making his face drop.
“From…from me.” He said quietly.
“From you? Oh my God, did you think we were dating?” You laughed in his face. Brad’s jaw tightened and you could see his hands ball into fists.
“Yeah but we were talking for three months. And we went on dates and stuff.” He reminded you.
“Dude, we were just friends. Sorry if you got confused.” You laughed again and rolled your eyes a little.
“Oh. Yeah. That’s cool.” Brad nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
Peter was watching this interaction from down the hallway with a proud smile. You had made Brad feel as badly as he made you feel and it couldn’t feel better. Peter let you have your moment before joining your side.
“Hey.” He smiled at you and wrapped an arm around you.
“Hey.” You smiled in return and leaned into him. Brad watched the two of you and felt a twinge of jealousy in his chest. Peter sensed like and looked at him as if he was just now noticing he was there.
“Oh, hey Bart. What are you doing by Y/n’s locker?” Peter smiled innocently. You turned your face to the side to hide your laughter as Peter purposefully called Brad the wrong name.
“It’s Brad.” Brad said, his annoyance evident in his voice.
“Is this guy bothering you?” Peter whispered to you but purposefully did it loud enough for Brad to hear.
“This guy? You know my name.” Brad scoffed.
“No. Sorry. I don’t.” Peter played dumb, making you chuckle as you leaned into him.
“I literally just told you.” Brad snapped. “It’s Brad. Brad Davis? ring a bell?”
“Bread? Bread Davis?” Peter asked and cupped his hand behind his ear.
“Brad.” Brad repeated and emphasized the “d”.
“Well it’s nice to meet you, Braz David. Just to circle back, what were you doing by my girlfriends locker?” Peter asked. You raised your eyebrows in surprise when you heard what Peter called you but warmly accepted it. This caught the attention of students passing by which made Brads face heat up in embarrassment and anger.
“Nothing. I wasn’t doing anything.” Brad mumbled and averted his eyes. He looked around at the people snickered and whispering about him and shrunk into himself.
“Cool. Bye then.” Peter smiled wildly and waved goodbye. Brad rolled his eyes and gave you one last look before walking away. As soon as he was gone, you turned to Peter with an excited smile.
“That was so good! We totally got him back for what he did to me!” You whispered in excitement.
“That was all you. I just put the final nail in the coffin.” Peter smiled shyly.
“I heard. So, girlfriend, huh?” You smiled coyly and wiggled your eyebrows at him.
“Yeah. If you want.” He in a way that was confident to show you how much he wanted you but still allowed you to turn him down.
“I do want. And not just because it would be super embarrassing for you if I didn’t want to after you so loudly called me your girlfriend in front of all these people.“ You smiled teasingly and gestured to the hallway full of students.
“Well thanks for sparing me the embarrassment, kid.” Peter said as he took your chin between his fingers.
“Anytime, Parker.” You chuckled before closing the space between you to kiss him.
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awritessomething · 3 months
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I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.
Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :
Formula 1:
Max Verstappen
Lando Norris
Oscar Piastri
Charles Leclerc
Pierre Gasly
Lewis Hamilton
Carlos Sainz
Daniel Riccardo
Mick Schumacher
Criminal Minds
Spencer Reid
Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
David Rossi (preferably young)
Marvel:
Bucky Barnes
Tony Stark
Thor
Sam Wilson
Deadpool
Steve Rogers
Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)
Call of Duty
Keegan Russ
Simon "Ghost" Riley
König
Phillip Graves
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Star Wars:
Anakin Skywalker
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Kylo Ren
Luke Skywalker
Han Solo
Outer Banks:
JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron
Topper Thornton
John B. Routledge
Harry Potter:
Harry Potter
Cedric Diggory
Draco malfoy
Ron Weasley
Fred Weasley
Blaise Zabini
Regulus Black
Severus Snape
Tom Riddle
Sirius Black
Lorenzo Berkshire
Oliver Wood
Miscallaneous:
Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)
Patrick Bateman
Batman (Christian Bale)
Johnathan Crane
Finnick Odair
Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)
Rodrick Heffley
Colby Brock
Sam Golbach
Tristan Dugray
Dylan O'brien
Jude Bellingham
Joao Felix
Bellamy Blake
Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)
Joe Goldberg
Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)
Minho (The Maze Runner)
Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)
Jim Halpert
Farkas
Ulfric Stormcloak
Miraak
Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)
Brock Purdy
Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)
Dallas Winston
Sodapop Curtis
Robby Keene
Zuko (atla dallas liu)
Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)
Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)
Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)
What I wont do:
Pedophilia
Beastiality or anything animal-y
Waterworks
Male reader (sorry)
Character x character
Threesomes or anything not 1x1
Character x oc
Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)
Daddy/mommy kinks
Incest or stepcest
(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)
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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years
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Hey! I loved your tasm fic “I know you’d never” I was wondering if you could do something like that with Marvel Peter Parker? With the prompts “don’t you dare walk away from me!” And “get out of my sight! go!” Maybe the reader had a rough past and gets scared when people yell at her so flinches when Peter starts showing signs of aggression in an argument? (Sorry I’m a sucker for angst 😘)
here's the beaut! i had too much fun writing this. i wasn't able to fit the second prompt in there (sorry about that) but i tried to squeeze in the general sentiment! thanks for the request <;33
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'𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡
peter parker x gn! reader
inspired by treacherous (taylor's version)
notes: swearing, slut shaming and use of related words, big fat angsty argument, allusions to SA/undefined trauma, accusations of cheating (just accusations though!!)
w/c: 2.1k
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“stop giving me excuses! please, holy shit, just tell me the truth for once!” peter yelled, his voice strangled as he paced back and forth in his room. what had started as hushed whispers of annoyance had grown into a full-blown screaming match the minute may left for the grocery store.
“for once? what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” you scoffed. “like you haven’t been keeping secrets this entire relationship. you didn’t tell me you were spiderman, i found out by accident! you told may about me three months after we started dating! you’re the last person who should be talking about-”
peter threw his hands in the air in disbelief. “are you serious? you’re going to bring stuff up from months ago? i told you, i was trying to keep you safe! why do you keep changing the subject? if you have nothing to hide, just answer my question!”
your voice was shrill and piercing. “no, i’m not fucking cheating on you with brad davis! i can’t believe you’d even accuse me of something like that! you’re being paranoid!”
“what was i supposed to think? his clothes were all over your floor, goddamnit, and you’re always talking to him and being all touchy, you’re my partner, and-”
“what about you and mj? i never say anything about you guys even when you cuddle and hang out and whatever because i’m not irrational and- and possessive! you’re only mad at me because of your stupid double standards; what, am i not allowed to have guy friends because i’m not a dude? but it’s okay for you, ‘cause manwhores don’t exist, do they? it that it?”
peter’s face fell the minute you said ‘double standard.’ was it true? did you have a point? but still, why wouldn’t you have told him brad was coming over? why did you keep dodging the subject? all the evidence pointed to cheating!
“-and i’m so sick of it! everyone thinks i’m a slut because god forbid i have male friends, and now you too? do you see me that way too? like i’m some kind of- of…” you choked on your words, tears welling up in your eyes. you swiped them away, not caring about mascara streaks.
“stop putting words into my mouth!” peter bellowed, tugging at his hair. “you know i wouldn’t- i’d never call you that!”
“yeah? then why was that the first thing you accused me of? you don’t have to call me a slut to slut shame me, peter! i just-” you hiccuped, clutching your chest as you struggled to breathe properly. there was something in peter that wanted to run to you and take you in his arms, to brush the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead and kiss your cheeks until you felt better.
but the insecure side of him, the dark feelings that he’d been suppressing every time he was with you—you’re not good enough, you don’t compare, you’re a second choice—had taken over. his pride wouldn’t let him budge.
peter took your shuddering breaths as an opportunity to butt in. “i have never thought that about you; you’re the one who keeps bringing it up! you just keep labeling yourself a s-slut, so if that’s how you really see yourself, why don’t you just go fuck brad davis already? he was already half naked in your room, so it shouldn’t be too hard, huh?”
you let out another gasping sob, rubbing your snotty nose, disheveled. tugging at your shirt, which had suddenly become very warm and too tight, you snuck a peek at peter’s face. he was flushed and unforgiving, chest heaving in sync with your wobbly breaths.
you met peter’s eyes, praying that you could find some sort of apology or remorse or care, but you only found a cold barrier pushing you away. so that’s what you did—let yourself be pushed away.
digging the palms of your hands into your eyes, you turned to his door, the floor creaking quietly from the weight of your footsteps. the air in his room stilled for only a few seconds before peter’s voice cut through the silence again.
“what are you doing?” his voice was thick.
“leaving. i don’t want- i’m not doing this,” you croaked, freezing in place but refusing to turn and look at him.
“what do you mean, you’re not doing this? you can’t just-” you heard peter’s thumping footsteps behind you and you jumped into motion again, reaching for the door with the intention of slamming it in his face. 
peter growled. “don’t you dare walk away from me!” he lunged forward with superhuman speed, grabbing your wrist before you could even touch the doorknob. you shrieked, breath catching in your throat as your blood chilled. whatever peter was saying didn’t matter because you couldn’t hear it. everything had gone all muffled and you couldn’t see straight—why couldn’t you see? you brought your fingers up to your eyes.
oh. you’d begun crying. really crying, this time. you felt pathetic, standing between the door and peter’s chest, trapped by just one of peter’s hands. it was at times like these where the reality of your situation set in. you were dating spiderman, and when he said he’d wanted to protect you, you never thought that would include protecting you from him. because right now? right now, you were scared.
“please,” you pleaded, mustering up the last of your strength. “please, i’m sorry. please, i didn’t mean it. i’m sorry peter, please, i don’t want it, i’m sorry, please don’t-” you sniveled, tugging gently to free your wrist from his grasp. at the sound of your broken cries, peter let go of you immediately like he’d burned himself and stumbled backward, nearly tripping over a pair of old sneakers lying on the floor.
“i’m sorry, oh my god, i’m so sorry,” peter echoed, eyes wide in horror. “i didn’t mean to- shit, sweetheart, please look at me,” he begged, his hands floating in the air with uncertainty.
you whimpered and as peter slowly took in your figure—arms crossed tightly against your chest, fisting the neckline of your shirt with trembling fingers—he crumbled. “i’m sorry peter,” you whispered, eyes shut and head hanging low. “i didn’t mean it.”
“don’t be sorry, um,” peter looked around the room desperately for anything that could help. the two of you never fought. peter knew how much you hated fighting, especially with him. late one night, you’d confessed to him that he was the person you trusted most and that he made you feel safe. you had kissed his nose and teased him about being spiderman.
peter felt nauseated. how had he gone from being your protector to another projection of the people who’d hurt you—the people he promised he’d protect you from?
“hey, hey, look at me. can you look at me, baby?” he crouched, moving slowly as to not startle you, and held his hands up innocently. “i’m not- i’m not going to hurt you. you’re at my- may’s house, okay?” peter cringed when he had to stop himself from saying his own name. it disgusted him, the way he’d scared you so much that just hearing his name could potentially upset you.
“it’s s-safe here. she’s coming back with groceries, d’you remember?” he looked up at you from his perch on the ground, hoping to catch sight of your face and gauge how you were feeling. your hands were covering your mouth and you were breathing unevenly, each exhale coming out more like a heavy sigh. 
peter watched you timidly, saying nothing. you moved between grabbing the fabric of your shirt to rubbing your nose to slamming the heels of your hands on your forehead before you could get your breaths under control. once you established a steady pattern, you looked up at peter wordlessly.
you just blinked at him. his mind couldn’t help but compare you to a very dejected-looking frog. it was a very poor-timed thought.
“hey,” peter whispered. “are you okay- wait, that’s stupid. no, i’m sorry. d’you, uh, wanna sit down?” peter fell into a seated position where he had been crouching, tapping the floor in front of him. you followed suit, maintaining a couple of feet between the two of you.
“i’m so sorry,” peter sniffled. “i never meant to scare you. i would never hurt you. never. that’s- i would do anything to make sure nothing bad happened to you. and i’m so sorry that i was the one who was the bad… happening.” he pinched the bridge of his nose, too ashamed to meet your eye when you finally looked at him.
“everything about brad was- god, i’m so stupid, aren’t i?” he chuckled bitterly, only to choke on some snot and start coughing. you snorted, unable to contain your amusement.
“it’s okay, pete. i was just being- you didn’t do anything wrong. i was just making things worse for us and you’re right, i shouldn’t have let brad-”
“no, please don’t say that.” peter looked at you pleadingly. “no, you were being a good friend to brad. you’re the kindest person i know, and i was lashing out to you because i was so- so insecure. you’re thoughtful and caring and incredible so i wouldn’t be surprised if brad liked you too, and y’know, he’s brad davis. and you deserve everything, and i let my own doubts get to me and i was so scared to lose you, love. i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you because there’s nobody like you and i don’t even know if i deserve you, but i was so scared that you’d find someone else better and that i’d lose you so it was really my fault, and-”
you cut peter off by shuffling closer and wrapping your arms around his neck, to which he reciprocated with a tight hug. “i don’t want anybody or anything except you,” you whispered into his shoulder, tears slowly fading from your cheeks. 
“i would never hurt you,” peter murmured, nestling his chin further into the crook of your neck. he blinked back burning tears as he kept his eyes level, staring at the wood of his door directly across from him.
“i know,” you sniffed, running your hand through his curls lovingly. “i was just- i went on a tangent and it was right at the front of my mind so i just reacted but peter, i trust you with my life. i trust you and i love you.”
“i love you too.” peter pulled away from your body so he could examine your face. he brought his thumb below your eye to clean the remaining dampness and dab away any streaks of makeup. his heart ached as he took in the damage and pain he’d inflicted.
“i’m sorry for yelling at you,” peter whispered, smiling sadly.
you pressed your forehead to his. “i’m sorry for not being more transparent.” your breath tickled peter’s face. “can i kiss you?”
he hummed in affirmation. the kiss was salty, short, and a wordless message: i’m sorry. peter’s lips were a little chapped and yours were wet, and in all fairness, it probably wasn’t a very good kiss, but it was good enough for you.
“i don’t want to think about this anymore,” you confessed shyly. “not- not the fight. i just don’t want to think about… the other part.” peter pursed his lips, swallowing hard. the miscommunication could be discussed later. but you were hurting, and regardless of whether he’d been the cause, he’d never let you be in pain.
“are you okay if i touch you? where would you feel most comfortable?” peter slid his hand under your jawline to tip your head up and face him. you smiled uncertainly at him.
“yeah, you can touch me,” you murmured. “please, stay with me. ‘n, um, can we sit on the bed?” 
peter nodded, scooping you up and carrying you sideways in his arms until he set you down on top of his comforter with such softness that you didn’t so much as bounce. he crawled beside you, extending an arm. you snuggled yourself into his open embrace, and peter curled his arm around your timid frame and pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on the crown of your head.
he breathed in sharply as he felt you nuzzle yourself even closer to his body. how you could trust him so fully, how you could love him—even after he’d exploded at you—he would never understand. perhaps it was because you were a better person than he was.
his enhanced senses allowed him to pick up the slowing of your breath and the settling of your heartbeat into a steadily pumping metronome that beat against his own chest. kissing your hair, he let himself close his eyes, slipping into the most vulnerable state that one could be in—an unconscious sleep—with the love of his life.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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thebisexualdogdad · 2 years
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Brad Davis from spiderman x male reader established.
Peter asks brad to not try and date MJ and brad is just like “dude what? Don’t get me wrong MJ’s cool and all but I already got someone.”
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Peter was jealous, he thought Brad was trying to make a move on MJ before he could and after losing out on 5 years in the blip and denying Nick Fury himself help to save the world again he just wanted something to go right for him. 
MJ and Brad were sat next to each other on the plane ride to Europe, watching movies and sharing headphones Peter felt like he was missing out on his chance. 
Once they landed Ned and his new outlook on life now that he and Betty had somehow become a couple over the last 10 hours suggested Peter be an adult and just talk to Brad. 
Peter of course didn't want to seem desperate and was against it but had no choice when the two of them were alone in the bathroom together while the group waited for the tour bus to arrive. 
"You okay Peter?" Brad asks noticing Peter acting jumpy. 
"I'm fine but Brad… you don't happen to like MJ do you?" Peter says nervously. 
"Yeah I like MJ she's smart and funny who wouldn't like her," Brad states casually. 
"No I mean like… do you like her like you want to ask her out on a date cause I really like MJ and was planning on asking her out in Paris but then you guys were acting all couply on the plane ride and-," Peter rambles but Brad cuts him off. 
"Dude what? Don't me get wrong, MJ is cool and all but I already got someone," Brad chuckles. 
"You do? I didn't know you were dating someone," Peter sighs in relief. 
"Yeah, Y/N Y/L/N, we're keeping it on the downlow right now and I really wish he was in debate so he could have come on this trip with us but I'll be sending him plenty of pictures," Brad smiles. 
"That's great I mean, I'm happy for you guys," Peter says. 
"MJ is all yours man but may I suggest getting a move on asking her out cause she really seems to dig you too she wouldn't stop talking about you on the plane but you can't leave a girl like her waiting around forever," Brad says patting Peter's shoulder and leaving the bathroom. 
"Ned was right, all I had to do was talk it out… now I just have to tell MJ how I feel… this is gonna be a long trip," Peter says to himself in the mirror, "but now that I think about it Brad and Y/N do make a cute couple, we should double date sometime."
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bookerror · 5 years
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Opportunity Knocks // Prologue
pairing: Brad Davis x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader
summary: Despite your best efforts, being friends with benefits with Brad Davis soon becomes complicated when your feelings become involved. Meanwhile, Peter Parker is having his own issues with his unofficial relationship with MJ. Perhaps you both can sort out your problems together--you know, without falling for each other.
warnings: explict NSFW
word count: 1.8k
a/n: All the characters are all in college and above the age of 18. I hope you guys enjoy this prologue! I’ll try my best to keep this series updated and write continuously. I’d love to hear what you guys think so far and expect to see happen in this series!
♥ Shan
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It was late afternoon when you woke up from your nap. You opened one eye and glared at the red-orange light coming in from the dorm window. Next time you’ll remember to close the curtains. Especially, when an intense beam of six pm light was aimed directly at your face.
You groaned and you felt Brad’s arms tighten around your waist.
His eyes were still closed as he nuzzled the side of your neck. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.
You turned around in his arms and to face him. “Nothing,” you said. “The window’s just really bright.” You rested your hands on his chest and took a deep breath—he smelled like Dove soap and laundry detergent. It was refreshing.
He lifted his head to inspect the window and hissed, “Yeah, you’re right, that’s pretty bright.” He settled back into the bed and you smiled as he pulled you on top of him. He glanced at the alarm clock on his desk. “Damn, we’ve been napping for a while,” he said with a dopey grin.
You chuckled “Well I had a great nap,” you said with a yawn. “Thank god you’re a good cuddler.”
He snorted and began slowly running his hands up and down your back. “You’re not too bad yourself.” He puckered his lips and you leaned forward to give him a chaste kiss. When you made to pull away, he slid one of his hands up to gently grip your neck to keep your head in place as he kissed you again.
Your little yelp of surprise turned into a pleasurable moan. His other hand began playing with the hem of your shirt and you returned the favor, threading your fingers through his hair. He hummed appreciatively as you tugged a fistful of his hair.
The kiss grew steamier as both of your hands started to roam. In no time, you felt heat start to build in your core. Trying to chase your arousal, you started grinding down on Brad’s hips. He moaned at your ministrations and eventually held your hips to guide your movements.
“Right there, baby. Oh fuck,” Brad said, breathless. You could feel his erection, hot and hard, between your thighs. You gave Brad one more heated kiss before sitting up and straddling his waist. He whined, missing the touch of your lips, but the disgruntled sound dissolved into a wolf whistle as he watched you pull off your t-shirt.
He eagerly smoothed his palms up your bare torso before cupping your bare breasts. You bit your lip as he brushed his thumbs over your nipples. “You should strip for me more often,” he said with a smirk.
“I would if you gave me a chance,” you teased. “But you always rip my clothes off first.”
“Not my fault you’re so irresistible,” he said. He sat up and you wrapped your legs around his pelvis. You were flush against him and could feel how much he wanted to be inside of you as he ground upwards into you.
He took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. You threw your head back, your body on fire from Brad’s ravenous touch.
“That’s it, let me take care of you,” Brad said, moving his mouth to give attention to your other nipple. He really knew how to do wicked things with his tongue.
Once you were absolutely desperate for him, whimpering and wiggling your ass against him, Brad helped you lay down on your back. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he kissed his way down your body from your neck to the hemline of your black lace panties. “These are really cute,” he said smugly.
You whined impatiently. “My underwear’s always cute. Now quit stalling.”
“I don’t know, I think I might admire them a little bit more.” To your chagrin, he ran his nose up and down your clothed pussy. You wiggled your hips, hoping to get more action, but he quickly wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, effectively pinning you to the bed. “Someone’s a little horny.”
You glared down at him. “And whose fault is that?”
“Alright, touché,” he admitted. He snapped the band of your panties. “Help me with these.” You lifted your hips and Brad pulled your panties down. He threw them onto the ground with your t-shirt. “Next time, you should just nap naked.” He pointedly traced the tip of his tongue around your clit. “It’d just be easier for everyone—”
You thrust your hands into hair and pushed his mouth back onto your cunt. “Less talking, more—” your words dissolved into a nonsensical moan as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You dug your heels into the mattress, trying to anchor yourself as Brad brought you to your climax.
You gasped as Brad suddenly splayed your legs wide and dragged a finger along your pussy. You were so wet as he pressed his index and middle fingers along your entrance and curled them inside of you. You felt the corners of his mouth smirk as he heard your moans. “Fuck, baby, you’re already soaked.”
You turned your head to the side, trying to hide your reddening face from Brad’s wanton gaze.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” he said, speeding up his fingers. He hummed around your clit and your knees grew weak. You cursed as you felt your orgasm grow closer and closer. Your legs began to shudder as Brad’s fingers relentlessly rubbed against your g-spot. You clung to your knees and focused on the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within in.
“I’m so close,” you gasped. “Yes, yes, yes—”
“I can tell. Cum for me.” He sped up suddenly and you cried out. Your legs slipped from you’re your hands and you orgasmed in a fit of spasms. Brad was still pumping his fingers in and out of you, his thumb pressed to your clit. “Oh, baby, you’re so fucking messy.”
You fought to catch your breath as Brad helped you come down from your high, his fingers gradually slowing down. “Jesus Christ,” you sighed, your thighs trembling.
“Excuse you.” Brad pinched your thigh and you yelped. “Jesus had nothing to do with your orgasm. You should be saying my name.”
“Yeah, sorry.” You rolled your eyes, a sated smile on your lips. “Unfortunately, Brad Davis doesn’t have the same ring as Jesus Christ.”
“Sure, whatever.” He rolled his eyes back and slid up the bed, so he was face to face with you. He slid an arm under your waist and pulled your bare chest against his. You hissed, your nipples a tad sensitive as they brushed against his cotton t-shirt.
“A little unfair that I’m naked and you’re not,” you grumbled.
He chuckled and you savored the rumble of his chest.
You titled your head up and looked up at him. His hair was messy and tangled from your hands running through them for the past fifteen minutes. You brushed a few strands away from his face and cupped his cheek. He laid his hand over yours and leaned into your touch.
You lived for these soft moments with Brad, when he just held you and let himself be tender and sentimental. Of course, you enjoyed when he was smug and confident and couldn’t get his hands off you. But when you two were alone? When you were taking each other in, gazing into his eyes and mapping out the features of his face…it made you forget that your relationship was just about—
Brad hissed as your leg accidentally brushed against his erection.
Right. Your relationship was just supposed to be about sex.
You pulled your hand back from his face. His expression dropped the tiniest bit, his smile verging on a frown. You didn’t think too much of it as you propped yourself up on your elbow. “Sorry, did you want help getting off?” you asked, trying your best to keep your voice neutral.
Brad shook his head and stretched his arms over his head. “It’s fine, babe,” he said, avoiding your gaze. He kissed your forehead and slid out of his bed. “I’m gonna hop in the shower, I’ll just take care of it in there.”
You pouted.
His eyebrows shot up as he realized how you might have interpreted his rejection. “Oh no, no, no, baby…” He kneeled in front of you and you let your legs fall over the side of the bed. He ran his hands up and down the side of your thighs. “It’s just getting late, and we still gotta get dinner before the Epsilon party tonight, and the dining halls close in like an hour.”
“So, you don’t think I can make you cum in under five minutes?” you challenged.
Brad chuckled and pressed a kiss to one of your knees. “I’m not saying that. It’s just—”
“What’s the point of this arrangement if it’s not reciprocal, Brad?” Your voice became sultry and Brad swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
You licked your lips and stood up, Brad stood up as well, his eyes intrigued and bewildered. You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him down so you could slam your lips onto his. When he tried to grab your waist, you spun the both of you around and pushed him back onto the bed.
You kneeled in front of him and smoothed your hands up and down his boxer clad legs. He let out a shaky breath as you kissed the inside of his thighs, not breaking eye contact for a second. You slid a finger under the elastic band of his underwear. His erection visibly twitched under the fabric.
“Let me take care of you,” you said quietly, echoing Brad’s words from earlier.
His eyes were hooded with lust as you pulled his boxers down, his cock springing up against his abdomen. You took his length in his hand and began stroking him up and down. He let out the prettiest moans when you finally wrapped your mouth around his sensitive head.
And just like you said, he came exactly after five minutes.
He was panting wildly, his eyes wide as he watched you swallow his cum. “Jesus Christ, that was so fucking hot.”
“Jesus Christ?” you asked. “He had nothing to do with your orgasm—"
“Yeah, yeah.” He stood up from the bed and helped pull you off from the floor. “Wanna join me in the shower?”
“As long as you don’t try to fuck me, sure,” you said, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. “Remember, the dining halls close soon.”
“Eh, we can just order takeout.” His eyes roved hungrily over your body. You glanced down and saw he was already half-hard.
“You’re insatiable,” you groaned as he walked ahead of you towards his private bathroom.
“But you still love me,” he said with a wink.
He disappeared into the bathroom and you sighed. “You have no clue.”
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ughjaims-writes · 5 years
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I want more Brad Davis x Readers where he isnt being an asshole but it looks liks i'm just gonna have to write it myself
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sweatpeeee · 4 years
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Love potion AU (part2)
yo yo yo yo yooooooooo
wassup guys, I FINALLY have part 2 ready!!!!! It only took me forever. but yeah! I hope you guys enjoy! Thanks for all the love and support btw! thank you so much for 114 followers!!! genuinely so amazing! anyways with no further adieu, her is part 2 (hey that rhymed lmao)
Warnings: swearing, passing out, Peter being petty, Brad being concerned. and i think that’s it! LMK if I missed anything! :)
  It seemed the peter couldn’t suppress the giddy smile on his face, the boy basically skipping down the hallway with a tiny glass vial closed off with corkscrew twirling between his fingers. The substance glowed blue, but only when it was stirred did the liquid radiate. Peter felt his heart race at the thought of having MJ in his arms finally noticing and loving him the way he’s always dreamed. He imagined walking down the hall with his hand in Michelles as she leaned her on his shoulder, Peter’s ears burned red at these intrusive innocent thoughts that crossed his mind. His pace was fast to his locker, too excited at the power that the little container held. 
“What is that?” Peter felt his soul leave his body at the sudden question from his best friend who was breathing down his neck. Peter spun around gasping and clutching his chest.
“Ah! Ned! What the Hell?!?” Slowly feeling his body untense, his breathing still rapid. 
“What is that” Ned asked again nonchalantly as if he didn’t almost give his best friend a heart attack. 
“Oh, uh… it’s- you know... it’s web fluid-” Of course, Peter’s best friend knew he was lying-not mentioning that peter’s voice goes up six octaves when he lies. 
“You seem to forget that I am your best friend and that I have actually seen what your web fluid really looks like.” The boy with a bucket hat lifted up his brow unamused. 
“God, Fine I’ll tell you- but you have to promise me you wont get mad at me or tell anyone.” Peter whispered while leaning towards his friend. Ned leaned closer too, slightly giddy. 
“It’s a love potion-” The boy mutters, Ned shoots his head up, beyond shocked. 
“ No, No, no, no. I am NAWT letting you do that- nope-” The outburst caused many students to cast their gaze at the two boys, muttering a few insults that the bucket hat boy didn’t seem to pay attention to. 
“Ned, would you shut up??? Just listen-” Peters hands were waving around trying to get his friend to quiet down, “And you promised you wouldn’t get mad!-” 
“No! I am mad!  Because it’s about time I tell you how INSANE you sound!-” Ned began to whisper aggressively with teeth clenched shut, “I mean you cannot be serious! That's genuinely horrible, Peter and I’m deadass disappointed in you-” 
“What’s horrible?” The sudden quiet and soft voice broke their bickering- both boys froze with wide eyes and turned  towards you. Your books clutched to your chest, your fingers picking at your already damaged binder.
“Y/n! Hey! Uh… when did you get here?” Peter’s hand whipped behind his back to hide the substance that would help with his goal to win over a girls heart. 
“Um.. A few minutes ago- what were you guys talking about?” You sensed they were hiding something but couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You simply gave them a confused glance. Ned’s smile was strained but sweet nonetheless, peter sweating buckets next to him. 
“N-Nothing! Nope, nothing at all- just how… uh,” Ned glanced at Peter for any sort of help, the brunette shrugged helplessly, “Just how- how dumb-” Ned lands a pinch to Peter’s forearm- resulting in a wince and yelp from the boy, “-Peter is for not consulting with us about a…. OH- A movie night without us!” Ned grumbled between his clenched yet smiling state, “Right Pete?”
“Y-Yeah! Of course! Caught me ha ha… um yeah I just wanted to surprise you guys- you know what they say…. Surprises never come often!” He clears his throat… His palm sweaty from your perplexed gaze. 
“God, I forget how absolutely weird you guys are. Whatever- uh movie sounds great but I think I won't be able to make it-” You began backing up to head to your first period, unwilling to be around the boy you swooned over. It’s probably best you stayed away to avoid heartbreak. Plus, he was most likely going to invite MJ and you weren’t in the mood to see your crush drool over your best friend, that was until a figure placed their arm around your shoulders. 
“I think she means she can’t wait to have a movie night!” Speak of the devil. MJ dragged you back to the two boys who were still trying to act casual. 
“MJ, please- I really-” You muttered until the curly haired girl cut you off, 
“No, y/n- you can’t bail and expect things to stop being difficult- come on.” She muttered back, “so who’s house?” she smirked. You glanced at Peter, already becoming a flushed mess, his mouth tripping over his own tongue. 
“W-we can go to- to uh- to mine… if you guys want..-” You would’ve thought that stutter was adorable if only the reason wasn’t for your best friend's presence that was making him blush. 
“Cool. 8pm, no later.” and with that, she spins around and heads to class right as the bell rings.    
Y/n felt uneasy the rest of the day- feeling her stomach drop at the sheer thought of going to the movie night just to watch Peter drool over her best friend. 
As the final bell of the day rang, y/n gathered her things and headed to her locker in a hurry- in hopes to avoid her group of friends. She shuts her locker and spins towards the exit, only to run into someone- felt like a brick wall honestly. Looking up to meet the tall figures' eyes to apologize, your eyes widen. 
“Hey, Y/n!” The boy smirked looking down at you, showing his bright clean teeth.
“Oh, Brad- I’m so sorry I wasn’t even aware-”
“No! You’re all good! It was my fault I should’ve warned you or something-” Brad laughed, his eyes crinkling on the edges. You had to admit that Brad was very attractive. He has a strong build and was very kind, he always seemed to be very happy to be around you. Lately Brad has been hanging out with you during lunch or in between classes, He even offered to become your year long chemistry partner. You would even go as far as consider Brad a friend. 
“Well, sorry anyway” You looked down at your shoes before forcing yourself to look up at your eyes, “uh, how can I help you?” You couldn’t help but blush at his intense gaze. 
“Well, I swear I had it at the tip of my tongue but I seemed…” He smirked as he leaned his hand on the locker next to your head- you felt yourself shrink under him, “- to get lost in those beautiful y/e/c eyes of yours. I must’ve forgotten what I was trying to tell you.” your cheeks and ears burned red. 
“Oh god- Brad stop that-” You giggled as you ducked under his arm to walk towards the school doors. Brad followed with an easy strut, of course it didn’t take much to catch up to you- The dude was tall as hell. 
Brad let out a hearty laugh, now walking next to you, “now, you know I’m just teasing you y/n- I love the way you get all hot and bothered when I compliment you.” You just shook your head with a grin adorning your features, “Hey, is it ok if I walk you home?” You look up at the kind boy, happy at the idea that at least someone wants to be around you voluntarily.
“I mean-” right then you feel an arm drape over my shoulder and interrupt your conversation. 
“Hey, Brad! How’s it going dude,” MJ lets go of you for a second and gives him a bro hug. 
“Hey MJ, it’s going pretty good- Just chatting with this cutie. Wondering if I could walk her home today.” He flashed you a grin accompanied with a wink. Your face hot as you avoided MJ’s growing smirk. 
“Hey, you can walk with us- were all having a movie night at Peter’s if you want to come along?” Brad’s face seemed to light up at the suggestion, 
“Woah, hey seriously? That’d be awesome! Well, if it’s cool with you guys? You sure Peter won’t mind?” his brows furrowed in worry. 
“Of course not! Pete’s a chill dude, he won’t care at all.” 
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“Can someone explain to me why the hell Brad Davis is walking behind us with our y/n?” Peter couldn’t keep the venomous words from leaving his mouth the second they were far enough from the pair behind them. 
MJ chuckled at his frustration as Ned watched with curious eyes as to why his friend was so pressed. 
“Would you relax, he just wants to be near Y/n because he likes her.” MJ bumps Peter in the shoulder with her own, making him stumble a bit with a grunt. 
“Ok but why y/n?” He mumbles
“Woah-” Ned gasps in shock to Peter’s words
“No, no- I didn’t mean-” 
“Peter, you have no right saying what y/n can and cannot do and in who she talks to.” MJ could’ve caused physical pain to that boy with the glare she was giving him. Peter grumbled to himself- knowing his crush was right. The thought of y/n and Brad flirting didn’t sit well with him. 
“Wait- so Brad is having a movie night with us?” Ned peered behind them to see Brad poking his finger towards y/n’s side making her burst in giggles and attempt to push Brad's fingers away.
“No” 
“Yes” 
 MJ and Peter share a glance. The curly haired brunette squints, “what was that, Peter?” Challenging him to repeat his statement. 
“God, fine.” It comes out as a Scoff. He just wanted to get home so he could set his plan in motion. He could already tell MJ was beginning to grow annoyed with him already. 
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“Shh- Brad, you c-can’t say stuff like that!” Your sweet laughter started to get on Peter’s nerves. His knuckles white as he unlocks the door and pushes in. 
What the hell is so funny? Of course this plan is going to be ruined with them constantly giggling and flirting- 
“Yo- Pete! Is it chill if I use your bathroom?” Brad's voice reaches Peter as he slings his backpack next to the door, just the thought of Brad staying at his apartment, eating his snacks and flirting with his y/n- he stops himself, he must be getting too protective over his friends. 
“It’s fine-“ he mutters before hearing a door close in the direction of his bathroom, Peter crouches to the movie cabinet, scanning every CD for hopefully a star wars movie, “finally some peace and quiet around here-“ 
“You ok Pete?” Your soft voice startled him- his head spins to his right- meeting your soft gaze. 
“Y-yeah it’s all good.” Hoping she didn’t hear his relief of Brad's absence. 
“Are you sure? You seem really tense,” Peter couldn’t find an excuse, looking around for one until his eyes landed on MJ laughing about something with Ned. Y/n noticed, “oh… is it because of MJ?” Her mood drained, all that talking with Brad distracted her from why she really didn’t want to go over for movie night. 
MJ…. 
That has to be it- yeah, that’s why he’s irritated. He doesn’t want things to go wrong with MJ. 
He nods slightly. Y/n lips part, words she’s been itching to say about to leave her mouth before- 
“Hey, y/n! Check out this puppy wearing a lion costume!” Brad was holding up his phone in your direction. You glanced back then smiled at Peter and turned towards Brad. You smiled as the video played, a little smiling pout rested on your lips, Brad gazed at you- one would call them heart eyes, Peter would call it disgusting. Brad looked at Peter and winked. 
God this guy is insufferable. 
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30 minutes into Back to Future, Peter unwillingly agreed to watch after a stern glare from Ned, and Brad was quite cuddled up to y/n. Peter had no idea why he was acting the way he was, he just didn’t trust Brad to take care of her and treat her right, he seemed like a player to Peter. Peter shook the negative thoughts out of his head before deciding that he should now start setting his plan into motion. 
“Anyone want a drink?” Peter stood, straightening out his jeans. 
“Yeah I’d like one,” Brad nodded, still watching TV, then shifted his eye’s to Y/n, “ What about you, Y/n?” You looked up at Brad and smiled, a small nod. Peter could all but roll his eyes. 
“Ned? MJ?” His eyes silently pleading that his crush says yes. Ned nods, MJ contemplates then shrugs.  
Peter nearly runs to the kitchen, pulling out the glowing vile from his pocket. Setting out 4 cups, pouring in some kool-aid he made earlier in the morning. Slowly he lifts the pitcher, filling 3 cups generously except for the fourth one. He pops open the tube with the chemical, remembering distinctly what Mr. Strange had told him. 
Absolutely no more than 3 drops. Any more than 3 drops and we’ll have some serious problems. Do I make myself clear? 
“Just 3. No more than 3, you got this Peter.” Peter focused intently on the tube, watching as the liquid dripped…
One…
Two…
Thre-
“Yo! Peter! You good with those drinks?” 
Four-five-six….
Peter could’ve screamed. He could’ve ripped his hair out. But there he stood with his jaw on the floor, with a cup full of, not 3 but 6, drops of the enchantment. Brad came strolling in, grabbing the infected drink and a clean one- 
“WAIT BRAD- DONT!” Peter nearly trampled the guy- making Brad jolt and spill some of the drink in his shirt. 
“Jesus Peter! What the hell is your problem??” Brad set the cups down on the small table in the living room with the girls as he made his way to the restroom. 
“What happened?” MJ was about to get out of her seat to check out the noise. 
“N-nothing! Nothing!” Peter peered at his friends, meeting with concerned eyes, ”It’s all good! Brad just uh- he spilled some of the drink on his shirt- Hey Ned I need assistance-“ Peter spoke through his teeth, attempting to reassure the girls. Ned looked around confused as well as the two girls sharing perplexed glances. 
“Code Death Star” he harshly whispered- 
Bed shot up out of his seat and rushed with Peter to the kitchen. 
“What happened???” Ned whispers while he  avoided the puddle of kool aid on the floor. 
“Brad happened! I was just putting in the drops like Mr.Strange told me, then Brad scared me and 6 drops slipped in-“ 
“6 drops?!??” Ned was quickly muted by Peter's hand slapping over his mouth. 
“Shhh keep it down, dude-“ 
Ned rips Peter's hand off, “Dude we have no idea what that could do! What if she pukes for the rest of her life?? What if it does the exact opposite of making her like you?? What if she dies-“ 
“I don’t know what it could do! We just need to make sure that no one touches that drink!” Peter then sees from his peripheral vision, his spider senses going haywire, a Y/n stuck with a grimace on her face. 
A red cup in her hand. 
No… nonononononono- don’t tell me-
“ No offense Peter, but this shits disgusting- tastes like medicine if you ask me.” You gag lightly, “god- it’s got a horrible aftertaste too- I swear you’re out to kill me Peter” you giggle. Walking past them and throwing out the cup. 
Peter found this anything but funny- Neds eyes went wide- absolute shock ran through both of the boys. 
“What? Is there something on my face?” You began rubbing your cheeks and your lips. The boys staying stoic, “guys…?” You began getting worried.
“H-how much did you drink?” Peter's voice is 6 octaves higher, taking slow cautious steps towards you.
“I- I chugged it-“ Peter then grips your wrist and as if the whole world stopped, you could only see Peter. Your feelings increase ten fold. suddenly you feel absolutely dizzy. Your legs tremble at the sheer touch of his hand on your wrist, he’s tugging you towards his room and your head keeps spinning, you place your hand onto the wall for balance before being dragged once again. Your blurry vision sees Brad barely exit the restroom wiping his shirt- then glancing at you- eyebrows furrowed.
You shut your eyes tightly, hoping it helps with your focus, blinking rapidly. Your body grows hot- like you’re running a fever, but your feet and hands are freezing. You can hardly hear anything as Peter's distant voice soothes you, probably telling you to sit on his bed. You started falling into a state of drowsy sleep despite his voice sounding distressed.
 You pass out. 
“Shit! Shit shit shit shit!” Peter was Whimpering and shaking your shoulders, pulling your eyelids open only to see the white of your eyes, iris rolled back, “oh god, please wake up Y/n! I need you awake!” Peter's heart was in absolute anguish, he felt a deep hole in his chest, he couldn’t breath. 
Panic attack. 
Ok, ok fuck- Ohmygod is she dead??? This was a mistake, god what the fuck did I do??? Fuck fuck fuck ok ok you need to calm down- what the hell am I having a panic attack right now??? ok ok 3 things- what can I see? Uh ok ok…. 
Peter glanced down at your unconscious body and started taking deep breaths. 
Ok ok I can see y/n’s…. smooth skin- uh I can… I can- I can see her favorite hair tie, I can see uh… her star wars shirt… ok good ok uh 3 things I can feel- 
He grasped her limp hand. His breaths are already regulating. 
I can feel her hand- a-and her pulse! Oh thank god I can feel her pulse….her bracelet. 
Ok and I can hear her breathing! I can hear cars outside, I can hear the movie from the living room. 
His heart rate goes down significantly. He’s at ease now. Ned barges in, startling Peter. About to speak before his eyes stop dead on an unconscious girl on Peter's bed. 
“Is she dead?!?” 
“No! No she’s ok! She’s just passed out!” Peter couldn’t bring himself to move from you- your hand still grasped tightly in his. He felt absolutely horrible, he’d never forgive himself for this. He only prayed that you woke up soon. 
“What’s going on?'' Brad's voice in the hallway, Peter runs to his door, holding it close to his body to stop Brad from looking inside. 
“Nothing Brad, mind your business-“ 
“No Peter! I don’t know what the fuck your problem is with me, but all I know is that you’re a sketchy little dude with some serious problems- Now I saw y/n and she didn’t look well- let me see her.” Brad attempted pushing open the door but Peter kept his grip on the door. His spider strength came quite in handy. 
“She's fine dude- she wasn’t feeling well so I took her to my room so she could rest!” Brad only glared down at Peter. His deathly stare was nearly intimidating but Peter wouldn’t cave,” I think you should go home.” Peter didn’t even try to hide the venomous tone this time. Brad was really getting on his nerves. 
“You’re up to something. Hiding things. And I’m sure that whatever it is you’re hiding,” Brad nods his head, signaling to you behind Peter, “you don’t want her finding out.” Brad slowly walks backwards, eyes never leaving Peter, “I’m on to you, Parker.” And with that Brad turned around and left the apartment, slamming the door. 
He sighed in relief, turning around to his best friend. 
“So now what?” 
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Bucky Barnes x reader , college au
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Illusion | Brad Davis x Filipina!Reader (Oneshot)
Words: 3582
Warnings: Reader do be insecure, so slight angst, and one swear word. Slight canon divergent.
Kuya = Older Brother, Ading = Younger Sibling, Tsismis = Gossip/chitchat
A/N: I'm supposed to be sleeping or at least finishing up [Science & Faith], but I'm finishing this instead.
Summary: Continuation of [Crush]. Things aren't official with you and Brad and as the trip goes on, questions are made and secrets are revealed.
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You knew that Mysterio was a shady bastard, but no one would listen. They were too distracted by his cape and green lasers to care. He was too nice, too understanding. You weren’t sure how to tell Peter about it, but you knew he trusted this Mysterio person easily because of what he’d been through. Ned wasn’t much help, either, seeing that he was busy with Betty to understand the gravity of the situation. Adding to that, you had to help Peter sneak away from the group every time Spiderman was needed and hide it from everyone including Michelle and Brad.
“I need to go,” Peter said hurriedly, eyes darting around as he pulled you aside just before you could enter the theater.
“Are you serious right now?” you hissed. “You promised MJ-”
“I know, I know. I don’t want to be doing this, either, but the world’s got no one else to help but me.”
You didn’t have any spider powers, but you could feel the waves of anxiety rolling off of him. You sighed. “I wish I could help you.”
“You’re helping me right now. Keep an eye on everyone, okay? You’re one of if not the most observant person I know. Call me when something comes up. Tell MJ that I’m sick or something.”
“Alright,” you resigned, “But be careful. You know how I feel about that red caped guy. And please try to steer the monster away from the Opera House.”
“I know. Thank you, (Y/n/n).” He turns to run out, shouting over his shoulder, “I’ll be back as soon as I can!”
You watched him leave before making your way back to the theater room where Brad was waiting for you. He reached out a hand and you took it, following him in to join the rest of the group. You spotted Michelle and told her that Peter got food poisoning and needed to go back to the hotel. Her face remained neutral as she nodded, but you knew that she was disappointed and worried. There was a short silent exchange with your brother before you found a seat near him and Michelle.
You let out a long tired breath as you sat back in the comfy velvety theater chairs. When you turned your head, you saw Brad staring right at you. “What is it?” you asked.
He narrowed his eyes. “You and Peter’s been whispering a lot to each other lately,” he commented.
It was your turn to narrow your eyes. “Yeah, we’ve been friends since he and my brother met. Jealous, Mr. Davis?”
He scoffed. “No,” he muttered, shifting in his seat as the lights dimmed.
Music began to flood the room as the performance started, but you could see that there was more that Brad wanted to talk about. You looked around and saw that everyone’s attention was on the stage. From the corner of your eye, you could see Brad moving his arm onto the arm rest, palm facing up with his fingers wiggling teasingly. You bit back a smile, slowly reaching over to place your hand on his. Without tearing his eyes away from the stage, he weaved his fingers with yours and smiled. You were still not fully convinced that he actually liked you, but it didn’t hurt to indulge just a little bit in the moment.
As the opera continued, you could see Michelle looking back at the entrance several times before finally leaving. Betty leaned towards Ned and started to whisper excitedly. Ned began to protest as Betty got up to follow her.
“What’s going on?” you asked your brother.
“Betty thinks MJ’s going to the carnival, so she wants to go, too,” he said, not even noticing your fingers intertwined with Brad’s. “Stay here, I’m going to go get them.”
“But-”
“No,” he whispered firmly, “It’s too dangerous. I’ll be back before you know it.”
“That’s what you said last time.”
He grimaced, knowing what you were referring to. During the pep rally at Midtown, he had rushed out of the auditorium, sensing something bad was about to happen when Peter didn’t answer his phone. His next thought was to call you, saying that he was going to look into it. Knowing that he was supposed to pick you up after school, he said that he’d be back in time to get you. And he never did. Half the world was turned to dust, with your brother included.
“I mean it this time. Please, stay here.”
Yet another person telling you to stay put. But what can you do? You weren’t Spiderman or Ironman or even Black Widow. You were the younger sister of Spiderman’s best friend. For as long as you can remember, you were always the one that stood by and watched powerlessly when something happened. Always the bystander. The observer.
“You okay?” Brad asked quietly. “Did you want to go to the carnival, too?”
You shook your head. “I’m like my brother, I don’t do well with big crowds. I’m just worried about them being out like that with all those weird elemental monsters out and about.”
“Well that Mysterio guy and Night Monkey are taking care of that,” he reasoned.
You said nothing, forcing yourself to pay attention to the performance. Even after the opera had finished, the others still hadn’t returned. The group made their way back to the hotel, the two teachers bickering about whether it was better to start heading back to New York now or finish the trip and risk the safety of the students. They didn’t even bother to do a headcount. Their decision was made clear when they found out about the latest incident with a fire elemental at the carnival grounds.
Ned, Betty, and Michelle were already at the hotel lobby when the group arrived. Mr. Harrington questioned their whereabouts and they sheepishly admitted that they might have strayed away and checked out the carnival. It almost gave him a heart attack, but at least they were safe. All the students were told to go to their rooms and start packing. The trip was over.
“Meet me at the lobby in half an hour?” Brad asked.
“Yeah, sure.”
The two of you split, heading towards your respective rooms to pack. You were bummed that the trip had been cut short, being that it was your first time in Europe and it was also your first time taking a trip with your brother, but there were strange things happening that Peter has unwittingly been involved in. You had a feeling that it was something that Brad wanted to talk about. Even after the opera show, he kept talking about how weird Peter had been acting all trip. There were negative thoughts threatening to ruin your already stressful day and you tried as much as you could to push it away.
There was a soft knock on your door. “Ading, it’s me.”
You swung the door open and pulled him into a hug, nevermind that he was only in a bathrobe. “You’re a fucking idiot,” you said.
“I know, I’m sorry. Don’t tell mom! If you tell her, I’ll tell her about you and Brad Davis.”
You rolled your eyes. “Mom already texted me saying that she saw you on the news when you were stuck on the ferris wheel. Besides...” You checked the time on your phone, pushing your brother out with you. “It’s my turn to leave you and do my own thing.”
As you rushed down the stairs, you heard your brother shout, “Remember, if he does anything you don’t like, just kick him in the nuts.”
Brad was sitting down on one of the plush chairs in the lobby that was facing the entrance, his laptop open on the coffee table in front of him. He had been staring at the entrance when you arrived, his attention snapping away when you entered his line of sight. He smiled, urging you to sit down next to him.
“Was there something that you wanted to talk about?” you asked.
“Well, I just wanted to hang out without everyone else hovering, but now that you mentioned it…” Brad leaned over, gesturing for you to meet him halfway, then whispered, “I saw MJ and Peter sneak out together. Want to spy on them?”
There was that negative thought again. He’s only showing interest in you because you’re close to Peter and Michelle. They were all he talked about. Whether he actually liked Michelle and hated Peter for also liking her, or actually suspected something from Peter and wanted to get to the bottom of it and think you knew something, you weren’t entirely sure at this point. For now, you couldn’t seem to find any other reason on why he would suddenly show interest in you now when you knew him for years.
“Spying?” you said hesitantly.
“Come on, where’s your sense of adventure? It's our last night in Europe,” he said, standing up, “If we end up losing their trail, we could always find something else to do within the city. We’ve got the whole night.”
He extended a hand out and smiled expectantly. Damn him. “Let me grab my camera first,” you said.
“Great idea, I should, too!”
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Never did you think you’d be hiding behind an archway, spying on your two friends with your longtime crush in Europe. You knew that your film camera won’t be as good in this type of lighting, but you were hoping that Brad would change his mind and find somewhere else to hang out with better lighting.
Peter and Michelle stopped in the middle of the bridge talking. Michelle had turned around to face Peter as they started to speak more animatedly. She swung her backpack around and pulled out a metal device.
“What is that?” Brad whispered, slowly raising his camera to record them.
“I don’t know. I can’t see from this distance.”
The device began to glow, startling them both. It was dropped to the floor where it grew brighter, projecting a giant mass of clouds looming over the two. Brad grabbed your hand tightly, readying himself to run, until it blinked away. Peter and Michelle spun around, looking for the source of the cloud elemental’s sudden appearance, then looked down at the device again. Peter cautiously picked it up to examine it, Michelle inching closer.
“I think we should go,” you said, pulling Brad away from the archway.
“What the hell is going on?” He continued to watch as the projection appeared again with a familiar figure in a red cape and fishbowl helmet floating around it. He zoomed in with his camera onto the flying figure. “That’s Mysterio. If the elementals are projections-”
“They’re fake and so is Mysterio. I knew it!” you hissed, letting his hand go to scratch your head. “I knew that man was never to be trusted and Peter just - ugh!”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Brad said, waving his hands out, “You say this as if you knew the guy and - oh, shit, they’re coming this way!”
You turned to see them running over. Brad quickly took your hand and pulled you behind the archway, his body pressed against yours as theirs footsteps neared. Your heart race, whether it was from the close proximity of Brad or the possibility of being caught, you weren’t sure. When their footsteps were just in front of the archway, Brad wrapped an arm around your waist and spun the two of you around so his back was blocking you both.
“Took you two long enough!” Michelle called out as she ran past.
You purse your lips, pushing away from Brad as you run after them. Brad stared after you in confusion. He thought you had been fine with the flirting and the physical touches, but maybe the waist thing was a bit too much. Being so caught up in the fact that you liked him back made him forget that you still weren’t going to be fine with everything that he did. For as long as he knew you, he tried his best to make you comfortable around him.
By the time Brad reached the hotel, the three of you were already running up the stairs towards the rooms. He huffed, summoning what was left of his energy to catch up, his feet stomping onto the final step just as Michelle’s room door began to close.
“So, what were you and Brad doing, cuddling in the shadows?” Michelle interrogated as soon as the door shut.
“We weren’t cuddling, we were hiding,” you defended, plopping down on her bed. "I didn't know you were into tsismis, MJ."
“That doesn’t help your case,” she said.
“Enough!” Peter said, going around and closing the curtains. “I can’t believe I gave Beck those glasses. How could I be so stupid? You were right, (Y/n), and now he’s probably spying on me or sending a drone to come and kill me.”
Michelle’s eyes were trained on Peter as he moved about. “You had access to killer drones?”
Peter bent down to type on his small laptop before turning to her. “Yeah, I didn’t really want them, especially after I almost killed Brad. Sorry, (Y/n).”
“You did what?” you and Brad shouted at the same as the latter burst through the door.
Peter sighed, looking at you exasperatedly. You opened and closed your mouth, trying to explain when Brad piped up, “I recorded everything!” He waved his camera. “So, you’re going to have to include me in whatever the three of you have been on, or else I release it.”
“Brad,” you warned him.
He turned to you. “What is going on, (Y/n)? I knew you had some secret thing going on, but I didn’t know what. But you-” He pointed at Peter” -You’re Night Monkey, aren’t you?”
Peter shook his head, pacing the room. “Look, i have to make a call and if more people are going to involved-”
You swallowed the lump in your throat as you forced yourself to say the words. “Is that why you started showing interest in me now? So you can get information out of me?”
Brad frowned. “No. No, no, no, (Y/n), it’s not like that. Hell, I’ve been showing interest in you for years and only now I’ve realized how straightforward I had to be to make you realize. I guess it wasn’t enough.”
There was so much going on in your head, but you needed to focus. “Brad, if you continue digging into our business like this, you’ll be in danger, too.”
“‘Our’? How long have you known about this?”
“Around the same time my brother found out, so about six years.” Before he could speak up again, you grabbed the hand that was holding his camera. “You can’t tell anyone. You could be putting our lives in danger if too many people know about this. Please.”
Brad stared at you for a moment as you squeezed his wrist. He looked down at his camera then back up at you again. His camera was then placed in your other hand and you immediately looked through the pictures and videos. He had taken a few photos of the projector, then a long recording of the elemental projection. You scrolled past and saw several of the photos that Brad had taken of you throughout the trip, stopping at the one where the two of you were eating ice cream together.
Blinking back to the present, you ejected the SD card and pocketed it. If your gut had been leading you down the right path for this long, that meant that you should listen to it and save the footage.
“Now that that’s settled,” Peter continued, “I have to call Mr. Fury and tell him that Beck’s a fraud, but I think he tapped my phone.”
“So, what are you going to do?” Michelle asked.
“Since my hunches have been correct so far and your Peter ting-” You stopped when Peter glared at you “- Your spidey senses have been off, I do want to say that there’s something off about Fury as well. Not that he’s conspiring with Fish Bowl man, but from what I know about the dude, Fury is an extremely paranoid guy. He would have known by now, unless he’s waiting for Beck to out himself.”
“Noted.” Peter spun around to grab his backpack. “I need my suit and I have to go to Berlin and talk to Mr. Fury in person.”
“Wait, Mr. Fury as in ‘SHIELD Nick Fury’?” Brad whispered. You nodded.
In his hurry, Peter lifted his black shirt to change, forgetting about the others in the room. Brad quickly covered your eyes, much to your amusement. Even without sight, you could feel the awkwardness in the room. You wished that you and Brad could just leave the two of them alone right now. You turned around to face the door just as it opened. The awkwardness grew as your brother stared at you, then Brad, then Michelle, as Peter took off his pants and finished up putting his suit on.
“Oh, Ned, perfect,” Peter said casually.
You could see the gears turning in Ned’s head as he tried to spin a story. That was one of the things he was good at, coming up with a story or excuse on the spot. Whether they were convincing or not depends on the situation and who he was lying to.
“Your costume looks great… for the costume party... at the prince’s castle,” he said lamely.
You made it a point to physically facepalm, making him glare at you.
“She knows, I told her,” Peter said quickly, “And (Y/n) told Brad.”
“He didn’t tell me, I figured it out,” Michelle said proudly.
Brad turned around, being the last one to see Peter in his suit. “Oh my god, you are Night Monkey, who is also Spider-man! I was right!”
“Yes, congrats, Bradley. Can you keep it down?” you said, gesturing to your brother to close the door. “Oh, by the way, Kuya, I was right about Mysterio. I told you so.”
“But he saved me and Betty’s lives,” Ned said.
Peter and Michelle took turns filling Ned in on the information they found out, a small smirk on his face. They looked good together like that. Once he was filled in, Peter smoothly came up with a plan that would allow him to leave the group without suspicion, to which Ned readily agreed to carry out.
“And you,” Peter said, pointing at you, “I know you know this, but if anyone finds out-”
“Will be in danger. I got it covered.”
“Wait,” Michelle said, tossing Peter the projector, “You’re going to need this.”
He caught it with ease, casting a look at all of your faces before jumping out the window, using his spider web to sling to the next building. Michelle stood there in almost a daze, being able to see Peter in action for the first time.
“So, you guys know, too,” Ned piped up, “I’ve known first, and I’ve known the longest, but it’s not a competition.”
You rolled your eyes before turning to Brad. ‘There’s only so much we can do now. Let’s get some sleep. I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning.”
Brad followed you out, walking you to your room. “You’re so used to this,” he said.
“I like to think that I am, but I do wish there was more I could do. I just feel bad for him, you know.”
“You feel bad for Spider-man?” he asked incredulously.
You looked around the hall before continuing, “It’s just that�� There's so much responsibility on him right now. All those superheroes in the world and only a teenager is around to help. It just sucks. It felt scary enough for me becoming a teenager and entering Midtown without my brother around to help me. Tony Stark had been the one to help guide him…” you trailed off as you turned to open your door. “I don’t know. I’m probably being too sensitive about this-”
“Are you sure you don’t have a superpower?” Brad asked, tilting his head.
“Why would you say that?”
“You’re so intuitive, so observant, so empathetic.”
You shrugged. “Nothing super about that,” you muttered, backing into your room. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay,” he said softly, walking backwards.
You leaned against the doorframe, watching as he continued to walk back, not once tearing his eyes away from you. Flash came up from the stairs and had been making his way back to his room, phone in hand as he was wrapping up his stream. Brad bumped into him, making him drop his phone. You snorted as Brad muttered apologies as Flash complained about him ruining his livestream and threatening for him to pay if his phone was cracked. By the time Brad looked back up to your door, it had already been closed. He sighed with a smile, walking back to his room with a little pep in his step.
You let out the same goofy smile, leaning against the door as your mind was finally starting to accept the fact that Brad genuinely does like you and had for a while. As you approached your bed, there was a strange presence that belatedly registered in your peripheral vision.
There was a sharp sting on your neck, your body collapsing before you could get a sound out.
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"Oh my God, Y/N. I am so screwed. Brad took a picture of me with my pants down. Literally. He thought I was doing things with this blonde seamstress, when really we were—"
"—Peter, I don't need to know what you and the seamstress did." Y/N said.
"No! It's like that. You see she was making me a new suit, since Spiderman can't be seen in Venice. Then people will start to suspect that Peter Parker is Spiderman." Peter said. "Plus, he's trying to ruin my chances with MJ. He's going to show her that picture."
Peter sighed and looked defeated as Y/N gave him a sympathetic look. "Look, Pete, that sucks. It really does, but if Michelle is dumb enough to fall for that himbo tattletale. She's not worth it. And I think I can help you with your problem."
Peter raised his eyebrows. "How?"
Y/N smiled and snapped his fingers as they left a smoky red mist.
"Y/N? What did you do?"
"Oh, I just erased the picture from Brad's phone. And he's naked in the Trevi fountain." Y/N smiled.
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cheatercheaterbestfriendeater-- Peter Parker x Reader
a/n: this is the first time I’ve written for peter parker. mainly because I listened to this song last night and can’t get it out of my head. so. angst. that’s it, that’s the story. oh, and also a fair amount of smut (18+).
Yeah, you sure broke my heart last week,
When you said you had slept with her.
I know you called, I got them all.
La, da, da, da, da, da.
It started with a text  from Ned Leeds. 
-Hey, next time you and Peter go at it in our apartment can you keep it down? I couldn’t sleep last night and my CompSci midterm was today.
-I was home all night??
-oh… nvm then
-wait ned what do you mean ‘going at it?’
-nevermind gtg bye
-NED
Then, your roommate MJ showed up at your apartment 20 minutes later. “Sorry I forgot to text you last night, I crashed at Neds place because it was closer to that party.” All it took was one glance to tell that she was hiding something from you. The two of you had no secrets. Until now.
“What is that on your neck?” You pointed out the bruise lying there just below her ear. “Did you meet someone last night at the party?” She flushed and looked away from you.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“I-- I have class.” You said shakily and got as far from the building. Completely sick to your stomach, you stopped at Delmars on the way to your lecture and picked up a sprite and some crackers.
“Hon, you don’t look like you feel too well.” Mr. Delmar said as he handed you your stuff. “Maybe you should stay home today.”
“Yeah, maybe.” You agreed and headed back in the direction you came. MJ was in the shower when you got home, but had conveniently left her phone sitting on the table. You picked it up and put in her passcode to see her recent texts.
Parker: mj we need to talk about last night
             i cant keep doing this
            we have to tell y/n, i can’t do this behind her back.
 You turned and retched into the sink behind you. You were wiping off your face when MJ came out in a towel. “You okay?” She asked you.
“Screw you.” You stared coldly at her before running to your room and slamming the door behind you.
She knocked on your door asking you to open up until she eventually gave up and left. 
An hour later, you got your first text from Peter, followed by the torrent of messages that followed
-can we talk?
-baby please answer me
-mj called me, what happened with you guys?
-hello?
-baby i’m so sorry
8 missed calls from my heart
-i need you to talk to me
-it was just a mistake
-please please please answer your phone
-i love you
Boy, you better love what you got,
Before you go and give it away.
Your phone buzzed for the millionth time on the table, just across from you. You stared bitterly at it, hoping it would go away, that the calls would stop coming, while praying for the exact opposite at the same time. Every ounce of you wanted to throw it at the wall, while the buzzing stopped and started immediately again. If they stopped, you could finally get some peace and quiet and maybe you would have a chance to forget that anything had happened just long enough to go to sleep.
The tap on your bedroom window knocked you out of your daze. You looked over and saw the unmasked boy perched on the windowsill outside of your room, and immediately shut the blinds and the curtains. The tap came again, and you could hear him saying “Please, y/n, please just give me a chance. I can fix this.”
“Go away, Peter.” You shouted through a hoarse voice. You felt your eyes starting to burn with tears again and you furiously wiped them away. “Just go.”
But, don't say that I don't know you.
'Cause, oh, I know, all about your type.
You're the type of guy, that texts all day, and talks all night.
When you left your apartment the next day, eyes red rimmed  and puffy, he was standing there. “Please, Y/N, I’m so, so sorry.” He had been crying too, you could tell, but you ignored him and kept walking. He held onto the strap of your backpack trying to hold you back and you turned to face him.
“Peter, I can’t look at you right now. Just go.”
“It was just once, please, listen to me--”
“That’s not what those texts said.” You hadn’t gone through them, you’d only seen the ones on the lock screen, but the look on his face confirmed what you needed to know. As your eyes began to tear up again, you wiped them away and sighed. “I can’t do this right now.”
“Y/N--”
“I have class.” You yanked the strap of your bag from his hand, and he let you. 
 And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad
I don't feel bad.
'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls,
You still slept with my best friend.
 Two weeks later you met Brad Davis at a bar in downtown NYC. He had chatted you up in your psych class, and offered to meet up for a drink to catch up sometime. You had debated whether or not you should go for hours before throwing on a cute outfit and heading to meet him.
Now, here you were three drinks later. “I heard about what Parker did.” He finally said  while he stirred his glass. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” You sighed. 
“For what it’s worth though,” he looked up and met your eyes. “A girl like you deserves the stars and moon, and Peter Parker is an even bigger idiot than I thought if he doesn’t see that.” He stared at you for a moment, before continuing. “I’m not here to take advantage of you, because I know you’re still healing from everything. But as a friend, I’m here for whatever you need. And one day, if you’re ready and willing, maybe more.”
“Brad, I--”
“Another round for me and the lady.” He told the bartender, and you warmed up a little inside. “After this, I’m taking you home.” Brad told you. “We have a test in psych tomorrow and I won’t be the reason we fail.”
Yeah, you sure got a lot of nerve,
To say that this was all my fault.
I know you called, I got them all.
La, da, da, da, da, da.
You finally checked your voicemail a week later. It was full of messages from Peter, and a few from MJ-- who you had yet to see in weeks.
“Hey, Y/N, it’s MJ.  I know you’re mad at me, but I hope we can still be friends. I-- we didn’t do this to hurt you, it just happened. I get that you need space, and I want to give it to you, so just call me or text me when you are ready.”
“My love, I’m so…. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. Please answer me, I know we can get through this.”
“Locked windows… I know you’re upset, but we can’t talk this out if you won’t let me explain. I love you. Please call me back.”
“Baby I love you, please don’t do this.”
They went on and on, asking for forgiveness and to talk, until the last two.
“I love you, but you’re being a bitch. Honestly, Y/N, I thought you were more mature than this. I can’t talk to you if you won’t let me.”
“This is your fault. We didn’t have to break up if you would have just listened to me and let me explain myself. You’re no saint either. I guess this means that we’re over.”
You took a deep breath before deleting all of them. They didn’t matter anymore. It hurt, cutting off two of your best friends since high school, but this was for the best. 
Boy, you better love what ya got,
Before you go, and give it away.
But, don't say that I don't know you.
'Cause, oh, I know, all about your type.
You're the type of guy, that texts all day, and talks all night.
And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad
I don't feel bad.
'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls,
You still slept with my best friend.
Ned had already reached out to you and apologized for everything, and told you he still wanted to be friends if it was possible. You had told him of course, because he didn’t do anything wrong. He genuinely hadn’t known about this until you did, and you couldn’t blame him for their actions. The two of you met up for coffee one morning to catch up.
“I miss you, Y/N.” Ned told you after giving you a big hug. “Things are… weird without you being around all the time.”
“Eventually it will become your new normal.” You told him with a shrug. “I’m not going back, I can’t.”
“I get it.” He said while you sipped your drink. “I still feel bad though. It isn’t fair to you.”
“Peter and MJ can fuck off for all I care,” you lied. “I don’t care to see them galavanting around together.”
“Wait… you don’t know?” He asked you, and you raised a brow. “Peter and MJ aren’t together anymore. They tried for like a week but broke things off pretty fast. Turns out they can’t stand each other in large doses.”
“Huh.” Was all you said.
“Anyways, I built a new model the other day…”
So, I sing, rain, rain, go away, come again another day.
When I say, it's okay, to give a little hell to pay.
And, every single time you make your way into my sheets
The hours move to minutes,
The days turn, into weeks.
Peter was waiting outside your door when you got home from class one Friday afternoon. “Y/N,” he breathed.
“Peter.” You sighed. “What do you want?” 
His eyes took you in up and down in your favorite dress. “Just-- this.” He pressed a hungry kiss to your lips, and you felt your resolve melting away under his touch. He held you tightly to him as he backed you up flush to the door. You broke away while he kissed down your neck.
“Inside… neighbors…” You got out and he quickly opened your door before picking you up and carrying you inside, lips never breaking from your body.
“I’ve missed you…” He pressed a kiss against your neck while he tugged your dress up your hips and sat you on the edge of your bed.
“Peter!” You gasped as he knelt in front of the bed, holding your thighs apart and placing his head against your inner thigh. He looked up at you. 
“Tell me.” He said.
“Yes.” You answered quickly. As much as you hated to admit it, heat was pooling in your lower belly and you couldn’t say no even if it was what was better for you. You could feel his hot breath on your most sensitive places, and he darted his tongue out to tease you through your lace panties. Gently, he pulled your panties down past your ankles and threw them to the side before continuing his earlier motions minus the barrier. As his tongue circled your clit, you cried out.
“You’re so wet, and all for me.” He licked a stripe up your pussy before sucking hard on your nub and pulling away. He started teasing you with his tongue while entering a finger inside of you and finding that special place. Quickly adding a second, he continued circling your clit with his tongue and bringing you close to the edge.
He stood up too soon and left you crying out for more. “Not so fast, princess.” He unbuckled his belt and pulled his boxers and pants down with one swift motion. You didn’t know when he had lost his shirt, but you stopped thinking about it when he entered you in one swift motion. “Fuck!” You cried out.
“Your pretty little pussy all full with my cock,” He grunted as he thrust inside of you quickly and roughly. “Have you missed this? Missed me?”
“Peter…” was all you could reply. He lifted one of your legs to rest against his shoulder as he continued pounding into you, and you moaned out as he hit you just right. “Oh my god Peter, don’t stop, please, don’t stop--” 
The ball that had quickly been forming inside of your belly unwound quickly as you saw stars. “Fuck,” Peter got out before stilling inside of you and finishing. He laid down on the bed beside you as you both caught your breath and basked in the afterglow.
“Is that all you came here for?” You asked, as you remembered why you had broken up in the first place.
“Of course not. Y/N, god, I’ve missed you.”
“I don’t want to get back together.” You stated as you got out of bed and quickly redressed. “I don’t even know why we just did this.”
“You miss me, I know you do.” He said, catching his boxers as you threw them at him. “We can fix this, and be better-- I’ll be better--”
“That’s just the thing, Peter.” You said quietly. “I miss you. But I don’t want to miss you. I want to do better for myself. This-- this isn’t good for me anymore.”
“Oh, so fucking Brad Davis is what’s good for you?” He replied sharply. “You can’t look at this-- what we just did-- and say we aren’t good for each other.”
“We aren’t good for each other, Peter.” You shouted at him. “So what, we fucked? Sex doesn’t make a relationship. I want someone I can trust with my life, with the life of my children, and build a home with. I can’t live my life with someone when I’m constantly worried that I won’t be enough!”
“You are enough, I swear--”
“For now.” You cut him off. “I’m enough for now, until the next girl. And the girl after that. Until you have to prioritize saving the world over being here with me. I-- I don’t want to live my life second to everything when it comes to you.”
“You were never second, Y/N.” He said sadly. “I have always loved you.”
“I think you should leave.” You said quietly, quietly enough to where he wouldn’t have heard you if it weren’t for his super senses.
“Fine.” He finished dressing. “I’m leaving, if that’s what you want. I won’t be back.”
 And, I know, you're so cool, but I must be a fool.
For taking you in, and letting you win control of my heart.
And every single time you make your way into my sheets,
The hours move to minutes,
The days turn into weeks.
Brad Davis picked you up from your apartment a week later in black jeans and a button down. “You look stunning.” He spoke in your ear while he hugged you close. As he pulled away, he handed you a single white rose. You felt your cheeks redden and let him inside to put the flower in a vase with water.
“You are quite handsome yourself.”
This was your first official date with Brad. You had been hanging out pretty much every weekend and a lot of weeknights studying together and watching movies. After you ended things with Peter you had told yourself it was time to move on before you made a mistake like what happened in your room again.
After dinner, the two of you walked around Central Park while you talked. You were walking by the garden when he slowed down, coming to a full stop directly underneath a tall oak tree. “I have a question.”
“Shoot.” You laughed nervously.
“Are you really over Parker?” He asked.
“I… I think so? He came over last week to talk and we ended things officially. Things had been pretty much over before then, but that was the first time I had said it.”
“Said what?”
“That I didn’t want him back. That I deserved better. That that was the end of the road for us, and that he wasn’t who I am supposed to be with.”
A flash of red and blue caught your eye through the branches of a tree overhead from where the streetlight was shining. You shook your head and looked back at Brad. “Thank you, for everything. You’ve been-- just, amazing these past few weeks.”
“I told you already, you deserve the world. I just hope I can be the one to give it to you.”
“Walk me home?” You looked up at him shyly, an unsaid question in your eyes.
“Of course, my lady.” He bent to kiss your hand and headed in the direction of your apartment.
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.
When I say, it's okay, to give a little hell, to pay.
And, every single time you make your way into my sheets
The hours move to minutes,
The days turn, into weeks.
“Last box?” You asked Brad as he carried it through the doors of his apartment on the upper west side.
“Yeah,” he huffed as he set it down. “Takeout okay for dinner?”
“Absolutely babe.” You kissed his cheek. “You know my order.”
A few minutes later he left to go pick up your food from your favorite chinese place. You were sorting through your boxes when you heard a tap on the balcony. Looking up, you saw none other than your friendly neighborhood spiderman.
“Hey.” You said as you joined him in the crisp fall air. “What are you doing here?”
“Just checking in.” He said cooly, but you could hear the pain in his voice. 
“I’m doing fine, and so is Brad. Since you’re checking in.” You told him.
“Just-- out of all the people in this city, Brad Davis?”
“Yeah, what about it?” You cocked your hip and ran a hand through your hair. “I will always care about you Pete, but I’ve moved on. I’m happy. Can’t you be happy for me?”
“Yeah, sure.” He said without looking at you and jumped onto the balcony ledge. “Stay safe, Y/N.”
And I know, you're so cool, but I must be a fool.
For taking you in and letting you win control of my heart.
And, every single time you make your way into my sheets,
The hours move to minutes,
The days turn into weeks. 
Oh, I know, all about your type.
“I missed you.” Brad picked you up and set you on the kitchen counter when he got home. You set down the knife you had been using to cut up some carrots and smiled at him, running a hand through his hair. 
“I missed you too.” You kissed him quickly. “But I am in the middle of making dinner. I wanted to surprise you when you got home and now it’s ruined.”
He turned off the stove where you were boiling some water and kissed you. “I think..” he spoke against your skin as he trailed kisses down to your collar and played with the hem of your t-shirt, “that dinner can wait.”
He held your face in his hands as he kissed you fervently, pressing his body against yours. You could feel his hardness pressed against your thigh, and you scooted forwards to wrap your legs around his middle, grinding lightly against him. “I would have to agree.” You said as you nipped at his ear, and he picked you up so that you were still wrapped around him. 
He took you to the couch in the living room and tossed you down while your hands made quick work of his belt buckle. He lifted your t-shirt over your head and you kicked your shorts and underwear off while he finished undressing himself.
“Shit.” He said as you wrapped him in your hand and pumped him slowly, spreading his precum down the shaft. He handed you a condom and you slowly unrolled it down his length, pressing a light kiss to the tip when you were finished.
He climbed onto the couch and hovered over you while he slowly slid inside of you. You moaned while he slowly fucked you, holding your hips so tight they might leave bruises as he slid almost all the way out and thrust back in to the hilt. “Faster,” you cried out.
He complied, and you found yourself coming to the edge and crashing over. Brad didn’t let up, and continued thrusting into you. When it was over, your legs were shaking and he was sweating.
 “I love you.” He turned to you and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.
“I love you too.” You smiled at him. “But I think we might need to order in, because I’m not sure if I will be able to stand long enough to make dinner.”
“That’s my fault.” He said, but he couldn’t hide the smirk that flitted across his features. “I’ll go pick up some Delmars.”
“That is why I love you.” You grinned. “Make it quick.”
“I’m going, I’m going.” He laughed as he pulled on his pants and shirt. “I’ll be back soon.”
As the door shut behind you, you saw a peek of blue and red from the balcony across from yours, and the eyes behind the mask made eye contact with yours before swinging away into the horizon. You suddenly became very aware of your state and pulled on your shorts and shirt. Did he see you? You wondered. I must be imagining it.
You're the type of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night.
And, oh, I know, that you are feeling sad, I don't feel bad
'Cause, even after three text messages, four missed calls,
You still slept with my best friend.
8 missed messages and 6 missed calls from: parker
-i know you miss me
-don’t do this
-i promise you ive changed
-we can do better
-y/n, don’t give up on me
-we were meant to be
-you’re going to regret this
-i love you
You turned your phone off and looked yourself over in the mirror, silently cursing Ned for telling Peter about today. Everyone kept telling you that you were a vision in your dress. It was beautiful, and you barely recognized yourself in the mirror. The woman standing there was flawless, ethereal-- she looked like a bride.
This was it, for you. You could feel it. Brad was your soulmate. You had thought you had found one in Peter, even for a while after you broke up. But as time went on, you had realized that while you loved him, there was no way you could be happy with him. Brad was it for you. He was the one person you couldn’t live a lifetime without.
Someone knocked on the door to your bridal suite where you were waiting for your dad to get you to go down the aisle. You opened, and the man on the other side quickly slid in and locked the door behind him. “Just hear me out.”
“I’m getting married. I don’t need this today.” You shook your head at him. Peter ran a hand through his hair, looking crazed and out of control. 
“You weren’t picking up and-- I just miss you so much, and I know that this isn’t how all of this is supposed to happen.”
“Oh?” You said angrily. “Let me guess: you realized that you ruined the best thing to ever happen to you, and you expect me to feel bad. Well guess what? I don’t. No matter how many times you apologize, you can’t change the fact that you slept with my best friend. I can’t forget that. I won’t. I am happy now, so let me be happy. Just go.”
He blinked through tears before stalking out of the room and slamming the door shut behind him. And you knew it was over, for good. You turned back to the mirror and adjusted your veil. You would come second to no one, not now, and not ever again.
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plxnetrae · 4 years
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Plane Ride | P.P.
Peter Parker x Reader
summary: Reader believes that Peter has a crush on MJ, but a plane ride to Europe might change reader’s mind.
genre: fluff
warnings: kissing?
total word count: 759
A/N: this is an image i had on my wattpad account that i thought tumblr might like. Hope you like and enjoy!
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   You were lucky enough to go on the European with your best friend, MJ.
   No one knew your secret reason of why you really went on this trip though. Other than MJ, of course.
   The secret was that you liked Peter. Peter Parker to be exact.
   When you heard you could with Peter on the European trip, you had to take it. Plus it would be fun!
   So that's how you ended up waiting at an airport with your head on MJ's lap. You got hungry and decided to get something from the vending machine.
   "I'll be back M." You said. She responded with a quick nod of her head, not looking away from her book. When you got there, there was a bit of a line, but you didn't mind because you had a lot of time to waste.
    When you finally got to the front of the line you were alone. As you were getting your M&M, you heard a noise behind you. You quickly turned around dropping your M&M's.
    "Oh um, sorry!" It was Peter "Let me help you." he bent down and grabbed it. He handed it to you, touching your hand in the process. Both of you pulled away quickly. Not from disgust but because the tingles you both got from it.
    He looked back up from his hand, right into your eyes. "Your face is red" He said in a low voice. Your face heated up even more.
     "Y-Ya. Y'know it's j-just hot in here, better go back to Mj she is probably worried." He watched you leave the hall.
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   You were boarding the plane now. Everyone had a seat and it was jam packed. Mj sat next to Betty so you had to find another seat next to Brad. Which was weird because before the snap he was a kid compared to you.
    See when the snap happened you got dusted, but Brad didn't. So while you slept, kinda, for 5 years he grew into, i guess, a man?
     You guys didn't talk much for awhile until everyone started to moving seats. "What's happening?" You asked looking around at everyone switching.
      "Don't know" He quickly responded getting up from his seat. Betty came up to him and suddenly he was gone sitting next to Mj. Well that went great. You sat alone for only a minute feeling sorry for yourself.
      You felt someone sit next to you. It's probably just Ned or some other student. You kept looking out the window tell something poked your shoulder.
     You turned and saw Peter next to you. "Hi" He said, more of whispered "Sorry, everyone moved seats and i got put here. I mean not that i don't want to sit next to you. I mean i- never mind"
    "It's alright i understand." You said sadly. You always thought he liked Mj, but you never said anything.
     He looked at you for a second before looking at the screen on the seat. He started playing a movie, which you recognized as 'Iron Man'. You started watching it too, it was hard because you couldn't  hear it.
     Peter looked at you trying to see the screen and make out words. He took out one earbud and moved a piece of your hair moving it to the side. Then he put the earbud in.
     It startled you, when you turned you saw him staring at you. Close. He was very close.
    He started to lean in. You didn't know what to do so you just sat there. Your noises were touching. Then, his lips met yours. They were soft and gentle. It got more heated and you had to break the kiss to get a breath.
      After the kiss he smiled and gave you a peck on the cheek. Before standing up, heading towards the bathroom.
      He had kissed you. The girl who he had liked since elementary school. He went into the bathroom and leaned against the door. After awhile of doing a little happy dance, he looked mirror, fixed his hair, and went to sit next to his crush for the whole trip to Europe and more.
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tommyquackson · 4 years
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Not Working | p. parker | part 2
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summary: you and peter are together but maybe it’s not working anymore
warnings: angst
note: i’m so happy y’all enjoyed the first part!! make sure you request!!
“Oh y/n! Hey, noticed you haven’t been at lunch. You sick?”
You look up from the floor you almost fell on and see MJ. You heart pounds and your chest clenches. You clench you’re jaw and beg your mind to pull itself together.
“Uh, kinda. I gotta go Mj, see ya” You wave practically running in the opposite direction. You don’t stop speed waking until you get outside of the school. You lean against the wall and breathe.
“Stop y/n! Stop crying. Don’t be fucking stupid” You yell at yourself, sobs coming out of your mouth as you support yourself against the school building.
“You’re not stupid,” a low chuckle comes from beside you. You wipe your eyes quickly and look over.
Standing there is Brad Davis. He’s got his hands in his pockets and has his head against the wall, not even looking at you.
“What’re you doing our here Brad?” You bite, arms crossing.
“Oh come on. Don’t be mad at me. We’re in the same boat here Y/n/n.” He finally looks at you, shrugging.
“What are you talking about?”
“Peter and MJ, it’s obvious. They’re in love and we’re the suckers who fell for them. Me and you are in the same position. You love Peter but everyone knows he’s got heart eyes for her and I love MJ but we all know she’s got heart eyes for him. It sucks doesn’t it? Looking at someone you love, knowing they don’t feel the same, knowing they’re gonna choose someone over you” He looks at the ground then back at you.
“We’re not the same, you were an asshole to Peter on the trip. I’m his bestfriend.” You laugh coldly then lean back against the brick wall.
“Ok so i directed my anger towards Peter but that doesn’t mean anything. I know you and peter broke up, I heard him say it. Since you guys broke up, I’m guessing you don’t have any friends anymore?” He looks at you but you don’t say anything. “Exactly. You wanna go get actual lunch?” He lightly smiles at you.
“With you?”
“Well yea, I know a good pizza place not too far from here”
You chew your lip debating your options. It would be good to get out of school and get some food since you threw yours away. On the other hand this is Brad Davis, supposed to be Peters enemy, but he doesn’t seem that bad. You look back at the building and nod, looking back at Brad.
“Then follow me new friend” He smiles at you, beginning to walk away from campus.
-
“No way, you didn’t!” You laugh trying not to spill pizza grease on your jeans.
“No i totally did, he was so pissed when he got back. His face was priceless.” Brad laughs with you, continuing his story.
“ya know Brad, you’re not that bad. Don’t know why everyone hates you.” You wink sipping your water. For the first time in days you’re smiling, genuinely smiling. Brads hilarious and has lots of stories to kee you entertained.
“It’s been rough, everyone came back from the blip different, and I get it but you can’t be angry the world changed around you.” He shrugs and finishes off his pizza.
“Ok, hurry up and finish, It’s my turn to take you somewhere,” You smile at the boy in front of you.
You both stand and walk out of the pizza joint, walking closer than you did on the way here. You lead the way to a small park. You both sit on the swings and continue talking. Conversation was easy with Brad, it wasn’t forced or awkward like you thought it’d be.
“Thank you y/n”
You look up in surprise. “For what?”
“Understanding me. No ones gave me a shot yet, but you did. You are” He smiles at you, showing his white teeth. You smile back and mutter a reply. You both sit and lightly swing in comfortable silence for a minute before a phone ding comes from his phone.
“Schools almost out, I should get us back before the rush of people gets out.” Brad stands and stretches. He lends his hand to help you out of your swing. You take it but neither lets go as you whine, walking back towards Midway. You keep talking and joking around until you reach the main doors.
“Hey, here’s my number, text me when you make it home.” Brad hands you a piece of paper with his number on it. You take it and nod quickly. You look up at him and notice the blush rising in his face. “Catch ya later y/n.” He waves walking off towards his locker. You wave back and walk to yours.
“Y/n! There you are, we’ve been calling and texting when we can. Where’d you go?” Ned says standing at his locker near yours.
“I uh, went to the nurses office. Had a bad headache.” You smile lightly at your old friend, grabbing your books and bag.
“Well, my parents aren’t home so I was gonna have a movie night with everyone, you’re invited if you wanna come.” He smiles at you.
“I’m sorry ned, i don’t know if I can, it’s just seeing Peter is a little hard right now. Rain check?” You awkwardly smile and walk away.
You try and make it home as quick as possible. Once you finally do, you get most of your homework done quickly. As you’re changing into more comfortable clothes, you find the paper with Brads number and decide to text it.
718-322-5476
hey brad, it’s y/n.
hey y/n
i’m assuming you made it home safely?
yep. except for the creepy guy that kept staring at me on the train :/
ew gross, how about on monday, i ride the train home with you
ya know to protect you from creepy guys
oh that sounds awesome :)
You continue texting brad and before you know it, it’s 8pm already. You facetime Brad as you cook dinner and pretend you’re on a cooking show, he’s making jokes throughout making you laugh.
As soon as you finish dinner and say goodnight to Brad, you get a knock on your door. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, who could be at your door at 9:20 at night.
You walk towards the door and open it, seeing Peter.
“Y/n”
“Pete, what’re your doing here?” Your body straightens you and your breathing picks up.
“I came to check on you. I should’ve earlier but I know how much you like your space and i-“
“Peter, i’m fine. I told you it’s okay.”
“I know but, i just wanted to make sure. Ned said you didn’t wanna come to movie night.”
“Because I don’t really wanna spend my friday night watching you and MJ awkwardly dance around me and each other. Look, I get this is weird but I think it’s best for everyone if we both do our best to move past it.” You sigh, leaning on the door threshold.
“Yea, you’re right. For what it’s worth, i’m sorry. I do love you but everything’s all messed up right now.” Peter smiles before stepping away from your apartment.
You sigh and close the door, walking back to your room and picking up your phone.
baddie brad 💅🏼
Peter just showed up at my door :(
what
what’s he want
to check on me i guess, said he’s sorry
that’s nice i guess, you good tho?
yea, i’m fine
thanks brad i’m gonna head to sleep tho, i’ll talk to you in the morning?
of course, goodnight y/n
goodnight brad
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