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harryspet · 4 years

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why won’t you love me | peter parker

[Warnings] peter parker x dark reader, yandere reader, sub!peter, dom!reader, crime boss au, stalker au, senior year au, kidnapping, violence, underage drinking, noncon sex, oral sex (male receiving), bondage, peter and reader are 18

A/N: This is inspired by two ideas I received as well as the lyrics “I will have you, yes, I will have you. I will find a way and I will have you. Like a butterfly, a wild butterfly, I will collect you and capture you.” Obsession- Animotion for @mariessecretfantasies 500 Follower Writing Challenge! Please go follow her and read her dark fics :)

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In which Peter won’t love you so you force him to.

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Mr. Shum was famous. You, his daughter, were not. This led you to hosting parties at your father’s mansion to up your cool points. It was senior year and, since everyone wanted to party, you were often the one people called. Your father didn’t mind, it only solidified his cover as a gracious and kind businessman. His kind eyes and humor was enough to make a lot of believe it but you knew that you were the only person he was kind to.

You’d seen enough severed limbs to know that was true.

Brad had set the entire thing up and all you had to do was order your servants to get things in order. Peter was coming tonight and you’d finally get the chance to properly thank him for saving your life a few months ago. Maybe you’d even confess your feelings and the life you always dreamed of would start tonight.

Maybe you’d start with like instead of love. You loved him but maybe telling him that would scare him away. You didn’t want him to run from you.

You had known Peter since fifth grade but he still felt out of touch with him. You were never more than friends. Not even close friends, practically acquaintances. That was going to change.

The dress you were wearing was completely out of your comfort zone but you did your best to dress like the other girls did at your school. It was a silver body con dress that gripped your curves and highlighted features that you didn’t even know you had. When Brad saw you, his mouth was completely agape, “Woah, you look great!” Your mouth began to tug into a smile but, before you knew it, he was shoving a large paper bag into your hands, “Put this in the punch, will you?”

You looked down to see several bottles of vodka, “Is that safe?” You asked, your tone worried.

“Yeah, of course,” Brad insisted, starting to walk away, “This is going to be amazing, Y/N!”

You sighed walking over to the refreshments table. People were already starting to show up and soon the entire senior class would be there. You twisted open the bottles and poured them to the glass bowl. It wasn’t long before kids were shoving their red cups into the mixture.

After you were done, you simply dusted your hands together and went to look for your spider darling. Your giant living room flashed with multicolored lights as a song by a rapper you didn’t know played loudly over everyone’s shouting. Like instinct, you could sense where he was. You found him slouched against a white pillar, sipping at a red solo cup.

He was wearing one of his nice button ups and a pair of jeans. Oh god, you loved the color blue on him. Any color looked good on him actually, “Hi, Peter,” You smiled, tapping his shoulder. He seemed to be distracted but you blamed it on the alcohol, “Enjoying the party?”

As his head turned and those brown eyes looked into yours, your heart melted, “Y-Yeah,” He stuttered awkwardly, leaning his hand against the pillar, “Your house i-is beautiful … nice decor.”

“You think so?” You tried not to seem eager as you imagined Peter coming over all of the time. After school to study … maybe the two of you taking a dip into the pool. You imagined that his body was heavenly. Sculpted by a God-

“Yeah, it’s great,” Peter grinned. He grinned at you, “Y-You look nice. I’ve never seen you dress like that.” Did he think you were cute or was he trying to spare your feelings? Did he prefer how you normally dressed? You were overthinking.

“I’m trying something new. You look nice too,” Peter nodded his thanks, “You’re drinking?” You gestured to his cup.

“Nope, sprite,” Peter said, “May would kill me and I have to make sure Ned gets home in one piece. I don’t know if alcohol is really my thing…”

Did he look down on you because you were throwing a party that was serving alcohol? Did he look down on you because you were drinking? You held your cup close to your side as you said, “Me too. I mean, I don’t really get the people who can only have fun when they’re drunk …” You were sure your conversation wasn’t going well but Peter still seemed to be receptive to you. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe he did have feelings for you, “So, we’ve missed you at Academic Bowl.”

“I’ve missed you guys too,” Peter said, causing your cheeks to heat. You knew he was referring to everyone in Academic Bowl but you couldn’t help but take it personally, “I wish I had the time. This moment right here is the only freedom I’ve had in like six months.”

“And you’re spending it caring for a drunk Ned?” You raised an eyebrow.

Peter shrugged, chuckling, “Well, when you say it like that it sounds crazy,” You loved his laugh. You loved how he nervously tucked his hand into his front pocket.

“Peter, I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while,” He perked up and looked at you attentively like he actually cared. You played with the ends of your dress nervously, looking down a bit as you decided to finally let your feelings go, “That day on the bridge when our bus was about to go over the edge … I never knew real fear until then. I thought I’d experienced all the trauma in the world but nothing could compare to that a-and you save me. I’ve never really met someone who’s cared for other people so much … It made me start thinking,like actually thinking about things and-”

As you looked up, you noticed he was looking past you. He had completely tuned out of your speech, and as you turned your head, you got a glimpse of what he was looking at. MJ was standing by the mantle of the fireplace, talking to some girl.

You couldn’t breathe. Your heart was shattering. Peter reached out to grab your shoulder, “I’m so sorry. Keep going, please.”

You shook your head, a fake smile on your lips, “It’s fine. I have to do something. Thanks for coming!” You scurried off before he could utter another world. The moment you turned back, he was already gone and walking over to MJ.

You crushed your cup, causing the liquid to spill out.

You could kill MJ. She already broke Peter’s heart so why was he running back to her? Why couldn’t she let you have him? Why was everyone so hell-bent on destroying your happiness? Your thoughts were overwhelming and the only thing that seemed to keep them at bay was Brad’s special punch.

You tossed your cup down, watching it fall three stories to the ground. Looking over, you wondered if you could survive the drop. As you lost your balance for a moment, you pressed your back against the roof, giggling. Your world was spinning so much.

It was a wonder that you hadn’t fallen off from climbing up here in the first place. You took a deep breath and pulled out your phone. You scrolled through your contacts, your vision blurry, before recognizing the heart emojis attached to his name.

You closed your eyes for a moment as you pressed the phone to your ear. You guessed he was in the middle of a conversation, the hint of laughter and joy in his voice, “Y/N? You’re calling me from your own party?”

His voice only reminded you of why you loved him in the first place. You hated the control he had over your every emotion. You hated how you craved him and he remained oblivious to it.

“I didn’t … I didn’t want to throw the party. I just wanted to see you. I wanted you to see me in this dress,” Your voice was solemn as you slurred into the phone.

“I got that you had to tell me something but then you stormed off … You sound very drunk. Where are you exactly?”

You shook your head as if Peter could see you right now. You opened your eyes and the night sky was above you, “I try so hard … nothing ever works out the way I want.”

“You try so hard to do what? Where are you, Y/N?” You could hear him moving around, his feet shuffling, and the murmur of Pop music.

You looked around, “On the roof … I needed fresh air.”

“On the roof? And you’re drunk?”

“I think …” Your voice trailed off, “I just wanted to tell you that I’m over everything. I was being crazy. I get so attached sometimes even though it hurts me-”

“Please don’t move, Y/N, I’m going to help you down,” You sat up from your position which only made your head spin more.

“Peter, just listen to me! You never listen to me,” You pouted, “You never see me. I have to accept that it’s never going to change. You’re gonna chase the girls who break your heart, not the ones willing to love you …. Peter? Peter?” You heard nothing from the other side.

Before you even had time to be disappointed, Peter’s head peeked over the side of the roof, “How did you even get up here?” Peter groaned, lifting himself up. He was still a good twenty feet away from where you had wandered on the slanted roof.

Peter actually came. He cared enough to talk to you in person. You’d been wrong about him. It caused you to grin but Peter’s face only held worry. Peter began to slide towards you, even taking a second to look over and see how far the drop was, “Give me your hand,” He ordered you as he moved closer.

You proceeded to pull your feet from over the edge and try to stand up, “Just let me tell you how I feel-”

“Y/N,” He whisper shouted your name, attempting to not frazzle you, “Sit back down, please.”

“If I don’t tell you now then I’ll never get the chance!” You slurred, trying not to stumble.

“You’re going to kill yourself, please sit back down,” Peter said back, every step closer only caused you to step back. Peter stopped, subtly trying to equip his web-shooters.

“It doesn’t matter! I don’t want to live in a world where you’re not mine-” A shriek left your lips as you finally stepped the wrong way and you fell over the edge. You waited for the impact but the jolt you felt was not from the pavement. You were spinning and, as you looked up, a web was connecting you to Peter.

Peter let out a heavy sigh as he pulled you up. He carried you back to the balcony. The two of you didn’t stay upright for long because your knees gave out and Peter caught you with his arms. He softly brought you to the ground and you stared up into those brown eyes with admiration.

He saved you.

You reached up to touch his cheek, “Y-You love me?”

“Jesus,” Peter shook his head, “What?”

Suddenly, you were sober.

You noticed a crowd had gathered around the two of you. You looked like a disaster, your dress riding high, and your mascara running down your face. Peter pulled your hand away, an exhausted look on his face. He stood up before saying, “Can someone get her some water? And find her somewhere to sleep?” That was all he said before he left the balcony.

This was different than any other rejection you had ever felt.

“Darling, it’s the ninth day you haven’t gone to school.”

You didn’t look up from your desk as your father entered your room. You were still typing at your computer, writing a scientific article for your organic chemistry class. You were still typing away as you felt a hand on your shoulder. It caused you to pause as your lips pressed into a thin line.

“I’m getting my work done,” You said to him, still not willing to look at him. You weren’t going to school and you were using your work to distract you from the fact that you asked Peter Parker if he loved you in front of a bunch of people. Not to mention that you drunkenly fell off your own roof.

Peter hadn’t attempted to contact you, and judging by the talk you heard online, you were officially psychotic in everyone’s minds.

Your father set a white box on your desk and you immediately recognized the log. DONATELLI”S PASTRIES. You opened the box to find your favorite, a red velvet cupcake, “Thank you,” You said, your mood threatening to improve.

Your father sure did know how to buy your affection.

He sighed before saying, “I hate to see that boy breaking my little girl’s heart. First, he threatens my business, a goddamn child is getting my partners arrested, and now this. I preferred it when he was fighting aliens.”

Your fist clenched tightly as you listened, “Superheros think they can do whatever they want.”

Your father agreed, “I really came in here to propose an idea to you,” You perked up at that, “What if I told you I could take care of your spider-boy problem?”

“How?”

“It’s a matter of keeping him distracted long enough to strike. Putting civilian lives on the line seems to do it for him. Besides that, I’ve come into a very valuable resource that will keep him sedated long enough to toss him into the Hudson and makes sure he sinks to the bottom.”

You thought for a long moment, “I don’t want you to kill him, Dad.”

Your father cocked his head to the side, his eyebrow raised, “You know you collect things … Mr. Medina’s left pinky … that police officer’s badge,” Your father was well aware of what he did with his enemies but he had not expected his daughter to take after him, “I want to add him to my collection.”

“I see,” Your father nodded, “Then it’s done. Anything for my little girl.”

A spider for your collection.

You smiled wickedly.

It was a screaming bus of children. That’s what landed Spiderman in the clutches of Mr. Shum. Luckily, they had survived but Peter wasn’t sure if he would. His face was dripping with blood and the bullet wound to his abdomen didn’t look to be healing anytime soon.

Peter hung from the ceiling by his wrist, the chains he suspected were made of vibranium or at least a knock off version of it. His spidey sense was completely off and his swollen eyes didn’t even allow him to see the punches as they came.

Peter fought as hard as he could but the darkness eventually consumed him.

He awoke to the feeling of warmth being pressed to his skin. As his eyes slowly opened, he found a smiling you hovering over you. Immediately Peter jolted up but was pulled back by chains attached to the bedpost. As he attempted to move his legs, he felt the same thing.

You shushed him, “Hey, calm down, you’re going to tear your stitches,” You whispered, dabbing the wet cloth against his face. Peter flinched at your touch but you kept it up. You were straddling his waist and as Peter looked down he realized he was completely naked, “I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon-”

“Y/N, what the hell is going on?” Peter’s voice was tired, desperate, his face starting to turn red, “Where are my clothes?”

“I had to give you a bath, it’s been days since you passed out,” You told him and it frightened Peter how calm you were, “I’m not like my father, I’m going to take care of you. He just had to show you what would happen if you tried to hurt me.”

Peter watched as you hinted at his bandaged abdomen, “Why? Why are you doing this?”

“Because I love you,” You grinned, running your hands over his muscular chest. You assumed right. His body was completely perfect and now it was all yours.

“Don’t say that,” Peter winced.

You leaned down closer to his face, “I’ve loved you for a long time, Peter.”

“Don’t say that!” Peter started pulling at the chain again which only led you to press your fingers, hard into the bandage on his abdomen. The boy cried out in pain and it broke your heart.

“Why don’t you love me too?” You asked, starting to grow frustrated, “I love you so much but you don’t even care! Why can’t you just love me back?”

“Because that’s crazy!” He shouted back, “We’re only friends and kidnapping me is not going to change that!”

“Kidnap?” You questioned, shaking your hand, “You are my one and only love, Peter. How can it be kidnapping if I must be with you? If I must have you as my soulmate?”

“Y/N, please. My family and this city needs me-”

“And MJ needs you?” You pressed your hand against his chest, staring him down, “Huh? The girl who rejects you and yet you chase her while I’m here willing to love you. If only you loved me back-”

“Y/N,” Peter tried to calm himself and ration with you, “If you just let me go, we could make this work. You’re right, I’ve been blind. I’ve been chasing MJ when I should’ve been chasing you.”

Your shoulders slumped and your eyes seemed to lighten as you heard his words, “You mean it?”

Peter nodded eagerly, “Y-Yes, and we could go on a date together. We could get to know each other more,” You were nodding now, the idea of it sounding completely magical. This was all you ever wanted, “If you undo the chains, we could do that.”

Your mouth quickly turned to a frown and you sighed. Peter watched as you went still, “I can’t risk it. You’ve shown me time and time again that you don’t know what’s good for you,” Peter shook his head, the fear starting to settle in as your hands rubbed up and down his chest. Peter continued to flinch as they moved lower, towards the area between his legs, “You’ll have to learn to love me, Peter.”

“S-Stop,” Peter begged as you finger traced along his length. Like the teenage boy you knew he was, he easily started to grow hard beneath your grasp.

“I’m not one of those girls who thinks you should save your virginity for marriage. I think you should wait until you meet the right person,” You palmed his cock in your hand, feeling it getting harder. You watched as he pulled at his chains and his face contorted into different expressions of disgust and desperation, “And you’re my person, Peter.”

You licked your palm, lubricating it before placing it back on his cock. You pulled and tugged, pumping up and down. You smirked as moans threatened to escape those pink lips. You leaned down and, as Peter turned his head, you placed kisses along his jaw.

“Y/N, please…” He begged.

“Please keep going? Please show your love for me by milking me dry?” He shook his head and you grinned, “My hearts been a toy for you all these years, perhaps now you'll understand what it is to be someone’s toy.”

You moved down Peter’s body, planting kisses and hickies before your mouth reached the member between his legs. Peter lifted his head, watching, “Okay, okay, I understand! Don’t please!” You felt his legs thrash as your tongue licked his pink tip.

You held onto his muscular legs as your tongue swirled around his tip. Peter’s head flew back in ecstasy as you took him further into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, your tongue still swirling.

His deep groans effectively soaked the area between your legs and you loved how they turned to whimpering and pleading. Peter lasted longer than you expected but it wasn't long before his body contorted and warm liquid sprayed down your throat and into your mouth. As you removed your mouth, you continued to pump his softening cock which caused him to thrash around even more from the over stimulation.

You swallowed what was left in his mouth and began to kiss up his body. His eyes gave a look of defeat, “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell you how much you liked it,” You said as you kissed his neck, “Baby steps, right?”

You laid down beside him, basking in his warmth. Now you weren’t just the awkward daughter of the famous Mr. Shum. You loved somebody and that somebody was going to love you.

You deserved that love.

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yangrdn · 3 years

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Cherry Chap Stick

pairing: Mj x Fem!Reader

a/n: it literally took me MONTHS to finish this bc of lack of motivation and time. But oh my god ... it’s finally done!! Bad news: there’s gonna be a part 2 to this, because else I wouldn’t post it now. It’s my longest fic so far, but ig i’ll write more in future or also part it in 2 parts. enjoy!!

part 2

Summary: You ask your crush, or uses to be crush, for help

words: 2.3k

Warnings: none

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Your heart drops at the sight of the two of them laughing at something he whispered into her ear. Peter and Mj have been spending a lot of time together lately and you don't know how to feel about it. You'd be happy, of course, but then again, you wish you could sit there. No, not with Peter, but with Mj.

You look back down to your open spanish book and try to concentrate on the task, blocking out the giggles leaving her mouth after he told another, what seems to be, joke. Your mind is racing 100 miles a second trying to find out the answer to the question in your book and trying to listen to the two of your friends at the same time, until, finally, your teacher tells you to pack your things and gives you the homework for the next week. You quickly pack your things and storm out, trying not to walk with Peter and Mj, but you fail.

"Hey!" You turn around to be met with Peter waving at you and smiling. You smile back and greet him with a quiet 'hello' before letting your head sink again.

"What's wrong? You seem so...off?" he seemed to notice. Usually you're the one talking non stop and telling him about your week and other exciting things, so of course your sudden silence worries him.

"I just...I don't know. I'm just thinking." You sigh and turn your head to him to let him know you are ok.

Your mind was racing 100 miles a second. Two days ago you thought you had a crush on your best friend, Peter, turns out you were wrong. So. Very. Wrong. You were sitting in front of your phone when you realized. Katy perry's voice repeating the words over and over again as you scrolled through the endless amount of videos with the same sound on TikTok. In every single video, the girl was kissing another girl and you just couldn't stop thinking about it. What if the girl could've been you and...her? First you thought it was Peter, but then you noticed the different feeling you got thinking about her and let your phone drop. This was all so new for you.

"About what?" he asks, "you know, you can tell me anything. We're best friends, right?" he says now, much more concerned. You sigh and continue walking after you nod.

You have only liked boys, and now a girl? At first you tried to excuse it as platonic love. I mean, friends are very close to each other, right? Like, hugging and kissing each other's cheeks? Or cuddling and wanting the other to care about you. But the way you thought about her crossed the line between friends and lovers already.

You are sitting next to Peter at lunch, whilst Ned is talking about some new lego set he got a week ago. He seems excited so you try your best to seem interested and look like you're listening. But a certain someone keeps distracting you.

"Are you even listening?" Mj snaps her fingers in front of your face twice and laughs.

"Huh? Uh, yes. I was just thinking...about," you look around the room, "someone." Ned's eyes widen as he sends Peter a look.

"About someone? Uhm, who?" Peter sits up straighter and purses his lips, trying not to seem interested. You bite the inner side of your cheek and look at Mj, but her head is buried back into her book.

You sigh. "It's no one, I gotta go." You take your backpack and leave the room, not daring to look behind you.

After school you don't hesitate before packing your things and going out, leaving your friends confused behind you, calling your name.

First thing you do is run into your room and close the door, after throwing our backpack on the floor. You let yourself fall face-first on your bed and lay there for some minutes on your stomach, thinking about today, and Mj.

"Whyyyyy" you whine and turn around laying on your bed. You didn't even have someone to talk about it. You can't tell Mj, because she would ask how you found out and about who you thought. Ned? No, he would go and tell someone else, even on accident.

Your parents? You don't know how Steve would react. Sure, he is very accepting and you don't think he would bash or embarrass you, but things were way different back then. Bucky? No, he would tell Steve. That leaves you no other chance but to go to your other best friend, Peter. Even if it means risking and telling him you had a crush on him, or at least thought you liked him in that way.

You quickly jump out of your bed and grab your phone, which lays on the floor after you failed to throw it on your bed.

The phone rings twice before you hear Peter's voice from the speaker.

"Hello?"

"Peter, do you have a minute?" you ask, fumbling with your fingers and biting your bottom lip. Your voice probably shaes, because he immediately notices.

"Uh, yeah. Did something happen? Should I come over?" You smile at him worrying and shake your head, forgetting that he can't see you.

"Yes and yes. Maybe you can come over now? It's nothing bad, promise. I just...need to talk, y'know?"

"Yeah, yeah. K, I'll be there in 10," he says and hangs up.

You quickly lay your phone on your desk and run to the bathroom, washing your face and breathing in and out. How are you going to tell him? "oh yeah, hey Pete. So uhhh...I thought I had a crush on you because I was sad when I saw you and Mj together but turns out that I actually had a crush on Mj and was mad that she was with you." ? No, absolutely not.

Your heart starts to beat faster after you hear a silent knock on your door.

"Uh..come in!" You say and leave the bathroom to sit on the bed in the middle of your room. Your heartbeat is so loud and strong, that you're sure Peter can hear it the minute he enters your room.

"Hey! Is everything alright? You sounded so...worried on the phone," he asks and sits next to you.

"Uh..yes? I actually wanted to ask you something and don't know how to start..." You look down at your feet on the floor, knitting your hands and biting your lip again. How are you supposed to tell him you've fallen for a girl? Your best friend?

"What's it about? You know you can trust me, right? You're my best friend, I'll always listen to you." You smile at his tenderness and feel another warm feeling spread through you, which makes you stop for a second. But it's not the same warmth you get when talking with Mj or just looking at her. You sigh.

"It's kind of complicated. I...like someone and

don't know how to feel about it?" You look up and into his brown eyes. You catch him staring at your lips and quickly look away again, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in his presence.

"Uhm...that's great?" he says, which comes out more like a question than a statement.

"Who's it?" he digs in deeper.

"Oh, is it Brad? Or Flash? Well, I don't think you're in love with Flash, because he-"

"That's the problem," you calmly say whilst looking anywhere but at him.

"Problem? So...it is Flash? Or someone else you can't ge-"

"Peter, it's not even a boy!" you sigh and throw yourself back, now laying on your back and hiding your face in your hands. You feel a blush creep up your face and spread at the back of your neck.

“Uh...what?” he asks, in hopes he heard you wrong. “You’re in love with a...girl?” he asks again. You feel tears prick your eyes at the way he says girl, as if he is filled with disgust. You nod once and risk moving your hands away from your eyes, opening your eyes and meeting his gaze. The moment he notices the tears in your eyes, his eyes soften too and he sighs.

“I didn’t mean to sound so...rude. I just- it 's, ugh.” He sighs again and looks up.

“I didn’t expect that, like, at all. Who 's it?”

You sit up and take a look at him before speaking up.

“Will you promise me not to judge?” you ask.

“I’d never, promise,” he says and shakes his head.

“Uhm, it’s one of our friends. Her name’s,” you exhale, “Mj.” You immediately look away when her name leaves your mouth and squint your eyes, scared of Peter’s reaction.

“I- Mj?” he asks, trying to make sure that he heard you right. You turn your head to him and nod, biting the inner side of your cheek, a habit you get every time you are nervous in a situation. He quickly lowers his head low, scared you would notice the tears filling his eyes at the mention of his and your best friend.

These past days, he did notice your gaze resting on him and it gave him hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same towards him. But every time he would meet your longing stares and dreamy expression, Mj was next to him. So you didn’t look at him, you were looking at Mj this whole time. And Mj was only hanging out with Peter so often last week, because he asked her if she could help him, help him to ask you out. All the struggle to think about what you are interested in for nothing.

“Yes? You’re- you’re not mad right? I mean, you like her a-” you get cut off by him.

“I’m not mad. And uhm...how did you find out?” he asks now, directly looking into your eyes. Your cheeks redden and you exhale before explaining.

“Uhm, y’know how Mj and you have been hanging out a lot together, lately?” He nods. “Well, I thought you were the one I had a crush on because I got mad so fast...turns out it was her the whole time.” You feel him shift next to you and sit up straight, inhaling.

“Uh-” His voice cracks and he coughs. “You..you don’t like me? As in, more than a friend?” You shake your head and sigh again.

“No. Like I said; it was Mj this whole time, but I thought it was you because…, you trail off and look up at the ceiling as another rush of embarrassment runs through you.

“Because?”

“I did like you for a long time in 7th grade, but then when we met Mj and she started to hang out with us, with you, I guess I didn’t really think about how I lost feelings for you, and developed some for her.”

“Okay, so what exactly do you want to do now? Do you- do you want to confess? I don’t kno-”

“Ughhhh, why’s life so complicated?” You let yourself fall back, back pressed against your bed and with your hands covering your teary eyes. Peter takes your hands and makes you open your eyes, looking up at him. He caresses his thumb over your palm and gives you a smile.

“Do you want to confess to her? Like, tell her you’re..?” He stops and frowns.

“Bi? I mean, at least I think I’m bi...I’m still new to this, but I guess that’s it, I still have time to figure it out..so.” You shrug and sit up again. You are not wrong. You still had time to figure this all out, and at the moment, that was the label you felt comfortable with. You liked Peter, and then Mj.

“Yeah, that. Do you want to tell her first and see how she reacts? I mean, you should feel comfortable doing that, so if you don’t, it’s ok. But it’d be better if you did- not that I’m pressuring you or anything. I really want you to feel comf-” You let out a breathy laugh as you feel your cheeks heat up again.

You loved how much he cared about you, one of the reasons why you thought about telling him first, before anyone else. He always wanted to make sure all his friends and important people, to him, were safe and felt comfortable with telling him important things. Like right now, he’s thankful that you trusted him enough to talk about this.

“Peter, breath! It’s okay, really, I’m comfortable right now.” He nods and lets go of your hand again.

“Thank you,” you look at him through your lashes and catch a smile from him.

“Always. But what are you gonna do? Do you- do you want to tell your parents first?”

“I don’t know. I just want to think about everything at first, and then later on tell someone else, y’know? Not tryna rush this or anything.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

For the rest of the day, you were thinking about how to tell your parents and if you were right or not. Your mind kept telling you that you don’t like her. Maybe it was just thinking she was pretty? Maybe you were just longing for touch and because she was not touchy, you liked the idea of hugging her and being the only one to do so. But maybe, the thought that kept you up the whole night, you were faking it all and still liked Peter and your mind was playing tricks with you. Regardless, you just couldn’t close your eyes and rest for a second, the thought of your parents, the Avengers or any other of your friends reacting bad and being disgusted.

But then again, if they really loved you, they wouldn’t think any less of you. And you also didn’t know their views on these type of things, so you could be completely wrong.

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 3 years

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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.

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!”

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.

#brad davis x reader #brad davis #brad davis x filipina!reader #filipina!reader #filipina reader #spiderman far from mcu #marvel imagine #spiderman mcu #remy hii imagine #might rewatch CRA and write for Alistair cuz why not #Alistair Cheng x Filipina!reader in the future perhaps?

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tomboyneedshercoffee · 4 years

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Thin Ice Pt4 || Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Peter spend some alone time and secrets get revealed.

Word Count: 3.4k

Author’s note: This is literally the fastest I’ve ever uploaded but you guys gave me so much support from the last chapter and honestly it made my day. Thank you guys for being so sweet!!!

Warnings: Mild swearing

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || to be continued

For the past day, your friends and the rest of the decathlon team were stuck indoors waiting out the blizzard that was supposedly coming your way. However, by some miracle, the resort wasn’t hit too badly and your itinerary had only been pushed back a day.

Everyone was excited to go skiing more but you had other thoughts on your mind. You weren’t sure what to do about Brad and better yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about Peter. You only got a couple of glances at him between meals and even then, it was like he was avoiding your gaze.

You wondered if Brad had told Peter that you had kissed and the thought alone made you mad all over again.

“ You okay Y/N?” Betty asked as you looked down at your plastic fork that was bent from how hard you were gripping it.

You nodded and inhaled deeply as you put the fork down and started to eat your waffles with your spoon,” I’m really tired. I just want to go back to bed.”

From your dining booth, you could look directly at Peter, eating away with Ned without a care in the world. You watched as Peter laughed so hard, he held his sides in pain.

Before Peter could catch your gaze, you turned your attention back to your friends and crossed your arms.

“ You’ve been sleeping for most of the trip. Ever since that night the boys came over you’ve just been in bed. You even missed the huskies that they brought to the lobby!” Cindy said as she felt your forehead,” are you sick? I have dayquil in my bag.”

You swatted her hand away and looked down at your half-finished breakfast,” I’m fine. You guys should just go on ahead and ski without me. I’m not really up for it.”

MJ eyed you suspiciously as Betty and Cindy continued to interrogate you.

“ But you love snowboarding! What’s up with you cause something is obviously bothering you,” Cindy sighed as she put her hand on your shoulder,” is this about Brad?”

You put your hoodie over your head and rested your head against the table,”Can we please never say that dude’s name again.”

MJ shook her head and brought out her phone from under the table. Unlike her friends, MJ quickly put the pieces together and came to the conclusion that you needed something to cheer you up. She went to her messages and sent a text to Peter.

MJ: Something is up with Y/N & it has something to do with brad - u gotta get her out of the hotel room before she throws herself off the side of the mountain

MJ sent the message and looked over at Peter’s table, waiting for him to get the message. Peter’s phone buzzed and when he went to check, his face dropped and he looked over in your direction.

Peter: what did he do to her??? Did her hurt her???

Peter: I’ve never seen her like this before

Peter: what if she doesn’t want to hang out with me :(

MJ rolled her eyes and typed out vigorously.

MJ: This is ur chance to get alone time with her dumbass! Think of something NOW!

Peter: okokok but what about ned? I can’t leave him alone

MJ: we’ll hang out with him - I’m sure betty wants some action with ned too

Peter put his phone down and looked over in your table’s direction. He watched as Betty poked the side of your head but you didn’t even flinch.

After you went into the bathroom with Brad alone, Peter thought his chances of winning you over would be finished. That whole night Peter tossed and turned in his bed as he thought of what you two could’ve been doing in there yet at the same time, he tried to get those thoughts out of his mind completely.

Even though the thoughts pained him, Peter wanted to find out what happened that night and why you were so upset about it. It made him feel a tad bit better cause you feeling so bummed meant that maybe nothing happened between you and Brad but at the same time, what if Brad did something to you that made you feel this way?

The thought only made Peter fume silently as he told Ned everything that was going on. Once Ned hesitantly agreed, Peter shot another text to MJ and told her he had a plan.

MJ looked down at her phone and got up from the booth,” I think we should head out now. You sure you don’t wanna come Y/N?”

You raised your head from off the table and nodded,” I’ll be fine. I’ll catch you guys for lunch.”

You didn’t bother saying goodbye as you shuffled out of the booth and made your way to the elevators. As you got into the elevator and pushed your floor number, you leaned against the corner and closed your eyes.

There was so much on your mind and it kept eating away at you. After a lifetime of being friends, Brad sabotaged it and threw all of those great memories away over a stupid kiss. You felt guilty too because maybe you egged him on in a way and that you should’ve told him not to kiss you at all instead of falling for a “cheek kiss.”

As the elevator doors closed, Peter slipped through at the last second and you opened your eyes.

“Oh hey, Peter!” You said as you stood up straighter,” I thought you left with everyone else.”

Peter’s heart was racing as he pushed his brown curls off of his forehead,” Y-yeah about that...I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today?”

Your heart skipped a beat and deep down, you knew you had too much going on in your head right now. At the same time, you didn’t mind spending more time with him and you could use a distraction.

“ Sure, I would love to,” You finally said as Peter smiled nervously,” what did you have in mind?”

“ There’s this terrain park at the top of the mountain and I thought it would be cool watching people do tricks and stuff,” Peter said as the elevator stopped at your floor,” we would need to take the ski lift up there if that’s okay.”

Peter followed you out of the elevator as you nodded happily,” Yeah, that sounds like fun. I’ll go get ready but I’ll meet you in the lobby in like...thirty minutes?”

Peter looked down at his phone to check the time and smiled,” Great. I’ll see you soon then.”

As you both parted ways, Peter walked slowly to his room so he could make sure you got to your hotel room safely. Once you got into your room, Peter raced to his room on the opposite side so he could get dressed.

After you got ready, you practically rushed to the lobby to find Peter nervously tapping his fingers against his thigh. When he saw you, he did a double-take before standing up.

“ Ready?” Peter asked as you nodded.

The two of you walked side by side out of the lobby and through the shops as you both talked about the trip. While the two of you were talking, your phone buzzed and you casually pulled it out to check to see who it was.

Brad: We need to talk

“ Have I ever told you that I really like your phone case?” Peter said as he pointed towards it.

You turned off your phone and stuffed it into your pocket,” Are you making fun of me for liking Spiderman?”

Peter shook his head and laughed. It was really strange to see merch of himself out there and he never really knew of the impact he had on people until little kids started dressing up as Spiderman for Halloween.

He felt like a celebrity but the closest comparison he could think of was Hannah Montana.

“ No I’m not. I’m just surprised you don’t have a Captain America one or an Iron Man on it instead.”

You and Peter both made it to the line for the ski-lift and while Peter was excited to get some alone time with you, he was nervous that he would ruin things.

“ Puh-lease. Spiderman is by far the most superior avenger. I used to have a poster hung up in my room but my brother told me it was creepy so I took it down...I understand though. I guess it just reminds my brother of too much.”

“ What do you mean?” Peter asked as the line moved up.

“ I don’t really tell people this,” You sighed but figured why not,” but a couple of months ago, my brother and his girlfriend were walking home from the movies and these guys pulled a gun on them. They tried to rob them and they even beat my brother in front of his girlfriend. He thought they were going to kill him but Spiderman came and saved them. He’s thankful for being saved but I don’t think he ever got over how scary it all was.”

Peter felt his heart sink to his chest. He remembered that night vividly because of how hard the girlfriend was crying. He always thought it would get easier and that maybe he would get desensitized over time but he remembered every encounter like it was his last.

“ I’m sorry... I didn’t know he was your brother,” Peter said as he quickly caught his mistake,” I mean I-I remember hearing about it somehow...but that sounds terrible. Is he doing okay now?”

You shrugged and let out a puff of air,” He seems fine. I think he’s so stressed about his first year of college that he doesn’t really think about it anymore. It shook me up too. I was never really afraid of crime and all that but I guess when you live in New York, you’re always paranoid about when the next attack will be.”

You watched Peter’s solemn expression and you nudged him lightly,” I didn’t mean to bring down the mood. I just wanted to defend myself on why I love Spiderman so much. I just wish I could thank him, you know, for everything.”

Even though you weren’t looking at Peter, he still smiled towards you.

“ I think he knows. Trust me.”

Once it was your turn to go on the lift, you and Peter walked over and waited for the seat to come from behind. You both sat down as you moved the bar down to rest against your laps.

As it brought you further and further into the air, you noticed Peter gripping the bar.

“ Are you afraid of heights Pete?” You teased as Peter shook his head.

“ I’ve just never been on a ski lift before. I mean, on the bunny slope sure but it was way smaller. This isn’t even that sturdy,” Peter said as he shook the bar softly, causing the lift to creak,” fuck we are really high up.”

You looked around and you couldn’t help but smile. You loved seeing the whole mountain in fresh powder as Snowboarders glided down effortlessly below you. You felt like you were in your element and even though your cheeks were already rosy from the cold, you felt like you could stay up here forever.

“ It’s been a while since I’ve seen you smile like that,” Peter said as he tried his best to ignore the height,” it’s nice.”

For a moment, you had forgotten about all the problems that were lurking in your head and it was all thanks to Peter. You loved how easy carrying a conversation was with him and you would’ve never told anyone about what happened with your brother but something about Peter just made you instantly warm up to him.

You exhaled deeply as you leaned back in your seat,” I’ve just been going through a rough patch that’s all.”

Peter moved his legs up and down before turning back to you nervously,” Did Brad do something? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but I’m here for you if you want to talk.”

You wanted to tell Peter everything but you couldn’t do that without getting your feelings revealed. Not only that but if Peter did like you and he found out Brad had kissed you, it would change things and you liked the way things were.

“ Brad and I have just been friends for so long, you know? When you’ve known someone ever since you were in diapers, you start to let things slide. Maybe that’s why I always make excuses for him and his behavior sometimes,” you sighed as you turned to Peter,” you know, you sometimes remind me of him.”

Peter was quick with a comment as he shifted in his seat carefully,” Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

You playfully rolled your eyes as you tilted your head to the side to get a better look at Peter,” Well maybe what Brad used to be. On mother’s day, he always takes my mom out to brunch because my brother and I can never wake up early. I see that in you, you do things out of the kindness of your heart and you always do what’s right no matter what. You’ve been through a lot these past couple of years and you haven’t let it corrupt you or your heart.”

Peter shrugged as he tried to cover up his blush,” You got all of that from just a couple of days?”

“ I know we weren’t close before the trip Pete but I’m not blind. You’re literally the most selfless person I know,” you took a beat and decided to test the waters,” That’s why all the girls like you so much.”

Peter could feel his ears and neck flush as he laughed nervously before sighing quietly,” Girls don’t like guys like me.”

I like you.

“ That’s not true and you know it. What about Liz and MJ? Plus I heard Vanessa and her friends in gym think you’re hot. You’re funny, super smart, kind, and cute; you’re the whole package. Any girl would be lucky enough to be with you.”

You didn’t know it, but Peter could sense how fast your heart was beating and even though you tried to hide it, your voice trembled.

Peter shifted in his seat yet again but this time, his body leaned closer to yours,“ I guess I don’t care about all those girls...There’s only one girl that’s been on my mind.”

You could feel yourself turn into putty and your heart was racing like never before. You couldn’t believe what was happening and you didn’t even bother to hide the blush that was creeping onto your face.

You studied his face carefully and for a moment, it was like time had stopped just for the two of you. A rush of adrenaline pumped through your veins as you rested your hand on his thigh before pressing your lips against his.

Once your lips touched, Peter didn’t hesitate and immediately kissed you back. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that Peter had never felt before.

Your heart fluttered inside your chest before pulling away.

“ Just to make sure, I’m the girl that’s been on your mind right?” You teased Peter bit his lip and nodded.

“ Yes Y/N and I’ll prove it to you,” Peter pulled you closer to him as he kissed you again, smiling against your lips.

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“ Thanks again for today, I liked spending time with you,” You smiled sweetly as you and Peter walked hand in hand back to your hotel rooms.

“ Me too but I’m just glad you had a great time. I know you’ve had a lot on your mind lately. You know I’m here if you need anything,” Peter said as you both stopped in front of your room.

You looked at Peter one last time before pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. You squeezed his hand before sliding in your room key.

“ I’ll see you later?”

Peter hummed a quick mhm and once you closed the door, Peter made a triumphant fist in the air.

You pressed your back against the hotel door and squealed happily like a schoolgirl. You took off your coat and hung it up as MJ looked up from her book.

“ I’ve never said this to anyone but wow you’re actually glowing,” MJ grinned as she patted a spot beside her.

You weren’t planning on telling MJ what went down but you felt like you would burst if you had to keep it in any longer. You told her everything from what happened in the elevator all the way until he walked you to the room.

MJ listened patiently and after you had finished your story, Cindy stepped out of the bathroom.

“ Hey Cindy, you’ll never guess what happened!” You beamed as you sat up from the bed.

Your face dropped when you saw that Cindy’s face was less than excited.

“ What’s wrong?”

Cindy let in a sharp breath as she held up her phone,” I think you need to see this.”

You and MJ shared a look before you got up from your seat and came over to Cindy. She hesitated before opening up her most recent message from Brad.

Your heart plummeted straight into your stomach as you reached for the phone slowly in disbelief.

It was a picture of you and Brad kissing in the bathroom and from the angle, it looked like you were actually kissing Brad back. That’s why he wanted you to close your eyes, he was setting up the camera.

“ You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you whispered as you felt tears welt up in your eyes. Your mind immediately thought of Peter and you started to feel dizzy,” please tell me that he only sent it to you.”

MJ got up from her spot on the bed and shook her head,” That fucking prick...Y/N...he sent it to the decathlon group chat.”

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The Gods’ Blessing (Pt. 3)

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 4 , Part 5

Summary: In your world, everyone had a soulmate. That’s just how things went. Everyone had some sort of Indicator that their other half was out there, be it telepathy or a red string that connected these two strangers. Yours was one unspoken of, in fact, you’d never heard anyone say that they had the same Indicator as you. And because of this rarity, you longed to meet the person who could gift you with what you lacked, maybe not so much so to be with the person but more so to finally see what others took for granted. Yet, you held onto the hope that one of your best friends was your Meant-To-Be but he has his eyes on another girls and the little green monster slowly engulfs you at the deterioration of your hope.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5,129

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry for the long wait!! I’ve literally been sick for a week straight and the few days after I’ve had a pestering cough and I’ve been so busy I just haven’t had a moment to sit down and focus so I’m sorry if this is trash. I just wanted to get something out without making the chapter too long because if I had kept going it would’ve been upwards of 8k so I’m saving the rest for the next chapter.

“No,” he said, pulling the mask back down over his chin.

“No?” You asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowed at his decision, “Why?”

He turned around and started walking towards the edge of the roof, “I just don’t think it’d be a good idea.” He shrugged his shoulders.

You scoffed, almost disbelieving that this was actually happening, “But you’re my soulmate, I’m supposed to know who you really are,”

You took three long glides towards him and reached for the hem of his mask, momentarily not caring that he didn’t want to share his identity with you. He reached out of your grasp and spun to the side.

“(Y/N), listen, I’m just not ready for you to know who I am yet,” he said, keeping a distance in case you tried to pry his mask off again.

“You’re not ready?” You took a step back and turned away from him, walking back towards your fire escape, “So you can kiss so passionately that the stars align, literally, but you won’t tell me who you are? You want to keep this strictly between me and Spider-Man? Not whoever the hell you really are?” You snapped.

Before, you hadn’t cared who your soulmate had been, you just wanted to see the stars that everyone else could see. But now that you finally met him, it was different. It was as though he were your source of light, that he was providing you the stars, and now he didn’t even want to tell you who he really was. You rolled your eyes and threw one leg over the side of the roof, making sure your foot was sturdy against the ladder and began to descend, not wanting to hear any of his excuses.

He knew who you really were, wasn’t it only fair that you knew who he was?

“(Y/N), wait!” He called, grabbing your hand that was still gripping onto the edge.

“What?” You asked, glaring up at him but then looked away because even though you couldn’t see his face, it hurt to look at him.

“Please, you have to believe there’s good reason,” he tried to elaborate but you held up the hand he was gripping to silence him.

“Unless you’re gonna tell me what the reasons are, I’m done with this conversation,” You could feel the knot in your throat forming and you wanted to leave before it prohibited you from speaking.

Spider-Man stood there, obviously chewing on his lip through his mask, but he remained silent. You looked him up and down, looked at all the places you wanted to touch and hold against you, all the places you wanted to kiss and explore and in that moment of observing him you felt your heart twinge, knowing that despite having kissed and literally feeling like the universe aligned for the both of you, he wasn’t yours. He wouldn’t be until he was honest with you, until he wanted you to know not just Spider-Man but his true self. You couldn’t have a night time relationship with someone.

You wanted someone you could bring to movie night with your group of friends. Someone who you could introduce to your Mom. Someone that you could bring around Peter Parker so you could finally not feel the ache you always did whenever you saw him with Liz. Someone you could study with and learn with and grow with. But if you were being constricted to just night time Spider-Man and not allowed day time true identity, then you didn’t want that. You wanted him and all of him.

And he wasn’t willing to give it to you.

“That’s what I thought,” you said and descended down the ladder one step at a time until you reached the metal floor and hopped off.

A loud thud landed next to you, rattling the fire escape and you gripped onto the railing to balance yourself.

“Wait!” He held up his hands, stopping you in your tracks.

You crossed your arms over your chest to prevent from reaching out to him, “Please, move,” you begged, the knot in your throat now becoming painful.

You could see him open his mouth through his mask but no sounds came out and how you wished he had something, anything to say to make it all better. But he didn’t so he stepped aside and you made your way down to your window before hopping into your room and locking it behind you.

The next morning you nearly slept through your alarm and ended up missing breakfast, as in you didn’t have time to grab a granola bar for the ride to school, and almost forgot your phone on the nightstand. You flew through the door and locked up behind yourself, knowing that no matter how late you were it was better than leaving your house unlocked.

“So how was your date with Brad?” MJ asked once you plopped down at the lunch table. She had asked you earlier in the day and yesterday but you weren’t up for much talking so you promised you’d inform her at lunch.

“Give me those details,” Ned joked.

You avoided looking anyone in the eye and shrugged your shoulders, “It was okay,”

“Just okay?” MJ asked with a quirked eyebrow.

You nodded, wondering whether or not you were going to see Spider-Man again. That’s what had been consuming your mind all day. Whether or not you’d allow him to wretch your heart some more to spend time with him or if you were going to cut him off completely until he was ready to tell you who he was. But you knew you weren’t capable of doing that, your entire being yearned for him and leaving him yesterday night had been so difficult. It went against everything your body craved and plead for. It felt like you had ripped the strings right out of your heart and the only way to heal was to hold him. You knew it sounded dumb and cheesy but it truly was heart-wrenching to pull away from him, it took all the strength you had.

And despite all of the pain and desire and yearning, you weren’t sure if it was requited. It was as though he had no real problem saying good-bye. You didn’t want to know who he was to expose him, you wanted to know so you could be with him. The real him. But it seemed like he hadn’t even considered telling you, like he wanted this secret between the two of you to continue.

So when MJ asked if you would go on another date with Brad you nodded.

“Possibly,” you said, “I mean, he really was a gentleman and I didn’t have a bad time,”

“Why go on a date with him if you don’t even like him?” Peter asked, finally looking up from his twiddling thumbs.

Everyone turned to you, waiting for an answer, “He’s . . . he’s a good distraction,” you admitted not elaborating.

MJ squeezed your thigh, thinking you were talking about Peter and in a way you had been. Despite yearning for Spider-Man, you could feel the same present pull for Peter you always felt and it had confused you. You thought that once you met your Soulmate, your desire for anyone else diminished and your longing for them was gone. But it hadn’t disappeared, only intensified.

You could barely look up at Peter and how his fingers intertwined with Liz’s. The familiar knot formed in your throat and you cleared it in an attempt to fight the intrusion. You trailed their hands up Peter’s arm and observed how his eyes and cheeks appeared sunken and how intense the dark circles were. It looked like he hadn’t slept at all last night.

He kept his eyes down when you answered his question and Liz threw her arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer to her before twisting his hair in her fingers. He sighed and closed his eyes, inviting the comfort she offered.

The knot in your throat evolved into a pit in your stomach and you leaned up against MJ, more disturbed than ever with Peter and Liz being together. It just hadn’t felt right to you. Seeing them together. It never felt right but before you could just ignore them and shove down your feelings. Now they were more intense, more demanding of your attention. They sat at the base of your stomach and moved through your chest, grabbing hold of your body and consuming it in unease.

The sick sensations controlling you had diminished the joy you’d felt earlier. You woke up this morning and noticed that everything was brighter. Everything that had been slightly dulled before now shown with a vibrancy that took your breath away. You had been walking around all day with your eyes wide open, indulging in the wonderous new intensities of the world around you. At one point, you’d asked MJ if she’d always been that pretty.

And as much as you wanted to take everything in, the distress in your mind prohibited any of that.

“He messaged me yesterday,” you said, remembering the text Brad sent you that you had been too preoccupied to respond to.

“He did?” Peter’s head shot up, his loose curls now in his face.

You nodded, “Yeah, he asked if I wanted to go see a new movie that was coming out this weekend,”

MJ wiggled her eyebrows at you, “Those are the details I’m looking for. Looks like things between you two are getting serious,” she teased.

For the first time that day you smiled, “Stop. It’s just a movie, besides we had agreed to go see it together,”

“We still can.” She motioned towards everyone, “We can make it a group date,” MJ looked around the table for everyone’s approval and everyone seemed on board.

“Then it’s a date,” MJ stated, motioning you to pull out your phone and let Brad know.

You hesitantly messaged Brad about the group date and he instantly responded, saying he didn’t mind and that it sounded like a good idea. So the date was set, this Friday after school you’d all head to the theater.

“Hey (Y/N),” Peter called for you and he couldn’t help but notice this was the second day in a row you’d tried dodging him.

You kept going, only minimally slowing your pace so he could catch up, “What’s up?” You asked once he’d took his place beside you.

“I just wanted to know if you were okay,” he asked, his eyes glued to his feet as you travelled through the hallway.

“I’m fine,” you lied and a sting in your chest from being so close yet so far from Peter caused you to take a deep breath and compose yourself.

He eyed you up and down, nervously chewing on his lip as he watched you. “How about we have a movie night tonight. Just me and you? Like we used to in Freshman year?”

Your heart jumped at the idea and you turned to face him, “You sure?” You asked, walking through the door to your classroom, “Won’t Liz be upset?”

Peter scoffed and his features brightened a bit, “We’ve been best friends longer than I’ve known her,” he said and took his seat next to you, “I’m sure she won’t mind,”

Your smile reached your eyes and you nodded, “Okay, we can walk to my place after school,”

“And what about this one?” Peter asked, holding up an old picture of you as a toddler.

“It was my birthday,” you explained, letting him look at the photo in his hands.

“Cute.” He chuckled, noting the frosting on your nose and how your tongue stuck out to try and lick it off.

“This one’s my favorite,” you said, reaching up to carefully pry the picture off the wall. You had the photo to Peter and watched as his eyes scanned over the four goofy faces chosen for the camera. “We had gone to our first Decathalon tournament that day,”

Peter trudged around the room and propped himself on your bed, “I remember,” he said, not taking his eyes off his dearest friends, “We were so nervous,”

You nodded and sat next to him, “If only we knew we’d make second place,”

“I miss those days,” he murmured and you giggled.

“We’re still in those days,” you countered and grabbed the bowl of popcorn off your nightstand before offering him some, “We just can’t let them pass by so quickly,”

He placed the photo back in its original spot on the wall and took his spot next to you on your bed before deciding what movie to watch. You sat together with the bowl of popcorn placed respectfully between the both of you and watched in peace.

It’d been nearly months since you hung out with Peter alone. He’d been too preoccupied with the Stark internship to really spend time with anyone really, and it’d started to take a toll on you. Your weekly movie nights had been postponed so often that it’d just been you and MJ for a few weeks straight but she insisted on keeping it going less it die out altogether. So whenever Peter managed to spare some time for the simple folk, you’d relished in it. You’d ask over and over about the internship and if he liked it or learned anything new from it. Of course, he was always reluctant when answering but you didn’t mind the somewhat curt responses because each question elicited a new gleam in his eyes that you admired with vigor.

“What are you looking at?” Peter asked once he’d noticed you’d stopped watching the film.

“I’ve just missed you,” Jesus Christ. The heat to your face could not have come more quickly and you stammered in your embarrassment, “I-I mean, I miss hanging out w-with you. Not that I miss you- miss you. Well, I mean I do miss you but-”

Peter’s amused smile grew with your stuttering and he chuckled, “It’s fine, (Y/N), I know what you meant,”

No, you don’t, you thought.

You rested against your headboard and grabbed some popcorn just to be doing something with your hands. Peter continued to watch you though and the words he wanted to say danced on the tip of his lips, moving fiercely to get passed his tongue.

“So,” he started, once the urge overcame him, “how have you been recently?”

You cocked your head to the side a little at the question but faced him all the same, “I’ve been okay,” you hesitated, not knowing what all you should tell him, “just lost somewhere in my better judgement,”

He raised his eyebrows, urging you to go on.

You sighed, “It’s just- it’s complicated.” You grabbed a mouthful of popcorn to stall.

“Complicated in what way?” he asked, leaning in as if to avoid straining his ears.

You crinkled your nose and stood up, beckoning Peter to follow as you went out onto your fire escape, your thick blanket in tow. You spread it out and folded it to add more cushion before sitting down and tapping the barren spot beside you. He sat down, a little closer than you two had been before, and watched you as you watched the setting sun and looked up towards the sky.

“I just wanna hang out here, okay?”

He nodded, not questioning your sudden desire for a change of scenery. “You okay?

You nodded, not noticing how he watched you search the night sky for the boy in red and blue. “I feel torn,”

“Between?” He asked, scooting closer to you.

You pried your eyes from the slithering galaxies above you and looked at Peter, something who, despite the sky’s beauty and call, you’d prefer to look at. You smiled at him, loving how his chocolate brown eyes observed you and how his lips parted ever so slightly whenever he waited eagerly.

“Between two guys,”

Peter lurched back slightly with a sudden shake of his head and his eyebrows furrowed together, “What?” He asked, a tinge of hidden pain in his words, “Who?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek and stared down at your feet, “There’s this one guy that I’ve liked for a long time and then there’s this other guy that I’m 99% sure is my soulmate,”

“99%?” His tone peaked up.

“I know it sounds ridiculous but MJ always told me that once you meet your soulmate you lose all attraction for anyone else,” you started, admiring the single curl that fell onto his forehead and fighting the desire to twirl it in your fingers, “But-”

“But?” Peter intensified his look on you and you could swear he was starting to glare.

“But even after I met that guy I still have feelings for this other guy and I don’t know why it’s happening I just know that it’s going to tear me apart,” you confessed, despising how you still desired to feel Peter’s lips caress your own.

“Well who’s this guy?” His expression softened a bit but there was a twinge of secrecy hidden.

“I-I can’t tell you, it’s a secret and even I don’t really kn-” you stopped yourself mid-sentence, wondering how you could explain that you met your soulmate and still have no idea in hell who he is.

“No, who’s the other guy?” Peter asked.

“The other guy?” You chirped back, confused as to why he would much prefer to know about, well him, rather than your soulmate.

Peter leaned back a little and his eyes darted everywhere except for you, “Yeah, well, I mean, there’s gotta be something special about the person that isn’t your soulmate if you still have feelings for them,”

Your eyes widened and now it was your turn to panic. Who’s the other guy? You couldn’t very well say it was him, especially considering how wrapped around Liz’s finger he is. He would cut you off right then and there, apologizing about how he couldn’t do that to Liz and how he only has eyes for her. So you scrambled up the only logical excuse you could come up with and blurted it out.

“It’s Brad,” Brad? You thought. You couldn’t have lied about anyone better?

“Brad?” He repeated after you, as if not believing your words.

“Yyesss,” you drawled out, trying to convince yourself that was the best route to take, “It’s Brad,”

“Why?” He asked incredulously.

“Why what?”

“Why do you like Brad?”

“I don’t know!” You suddenly burst, the inner turmoil of having feelings for Peter but knowing that you’ve met your soulmate building up inside of you. “It’s not like I want to like them both, I just do!”

“Well shouldn’t you only want your soulmate?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes, hugging yourself, “Yes, Peter, hence why I’m torn,”.

“But it doesn’t make sense, why would you want anyone but your soulmate? That’s never been how it’s worked. I don’t want anyone but yo-” Peter shut himself up, cursing himself for letting the words slip out so easily.

“Yeah, I get it. It’s you and Liz against the world, Peter.” You scoffed, feeling your insides beginning to boil, “It’s always been you and Liz!” You shouted, not caring if your neighbors heard because something about those words stung in ways they hadn’t before.

“When you meet your soulmate it’s like the universe itself has guided you towards each other in that moment and nothing feels more right or perfect than you two. And I have this pulling inside my body to be with him but he can’t even be honest with me! How am I supposed to be with someone who can’t tell me the truth?” You practically yelled, now pacing back and forth on the fire escape.

Peter winced at your words but bit his tongue and let you continue.

“And then, there’s yo- uh, I mean, Brad and I cannot get him out of my head. I need him here just as much as I need my soulmate here but that’s not how soulmates work. I’m supposed to meet him and forget that anyone else ever existed! And to top it all off, it feels like neither of them wants me back!” The tips of your fingers burst with heat and the light up above glowed with an intensity you’d never witnessed.

You peaked up at the sky to search what called your attention and found that the thousands of clear stars that you’d seen for the first time last night glistened with a blinding radiance. You heard the screeching of brakes from cars below and horns going off, warning nearby drivers that they were getting too close. You pulled your hand up and hovered it over your eyes, wishing the light would go away, and just in that instant, it did.

The sky dimmed back to its usual, but very unusual, magnificence. The balls of gas in the sky providing their proper planets light and warmth had soothed to their ordinary state of existence. You knew that others could not see the sky in the same way you did as you’d never heard anyone describe it to you before and you’d never seen pictures that could compare to what was above you. But you hoped beyond hope that everyone saw what you did.

Tell her.

The same voice from last night whispered but it echoed from the buildings surrounding you. You whirled around to find its source but knew you should’ve been looking up as that’s where the calls have been coming from. You didn’t know how you knew, you just knew.

Peter mumbled under his breath behind you and you looked down at him, “Tell me I’m not crazy and that you saw that too,”

He nodded, getting up from his place on the floor and holding out his hand before retracting it quickly, “We should go back inside,”

You nodded before throwing a look over your shoulder at the dazzling sky above and ducked under your windowsill.

Friday came around slower than expected. Not because the days went by slowly but because the nights trudged at their leisure pace. Every night that week you watched out for the friendly neighborhood hero but he was nowhere to be seen and that desire in your chest twisted to pain, causing your tears to be the only thing that kept you company at night.

Maybe you’d been too hard on him. Maybe he had good reason not to tell you who he was. You should’ve been patient and have waited to hear what he had to offer but you hadn’t given him the chance. You punished yourself every night for leaving things the way they were, making him believe he was unwelcome due to your harsh words. In all honesty, if he had shown up your pride would’ve taken over and you’d have given him a hard time for a while but you’d eventually move on because you’d just be happy that he was there.

Your lips had been red and swollen by the time Friday night came around from all the biting in anticipation. MJ had followed you home and made you change your perfectly acceptable outfit into something a little more risqué. She hadn’t usually been like this but you were pretty sure she was living vicariously through you since she couldn’t see her significant other very often so you let her play the game her way.

“Hey!” Ned called you over once he saw you at the entrance of the theater.

Brad stood beside Ned, Peter and Liz while you and MJ walked up to them. You tried to fight the sinking stones in your stomach but to no avail. Watching Liz fawn over Peter, leaning against him, caused nothing but your unease. You stopped in your tracks as you attempted to regain your breath, hating how watching them together could have such a negative effect on you.

You grabbed MJ by her elbow and held her in place by your side, “Can we please just go home and watch something on Netflix?” You plead.

She shook her head, “Had you asked any earlier I would’ve said yes but we’re already here and if Brad sucks that much then-”

“It’s not Brad,” you interjected and a look of understanding passed over her face.

Her hands reached out and held both your upper arms, “(Y/N), I get that seeing Peter with Liz is difficult for you, I really do, but maybe tonight will be the first step in getting over him. Maybe being with Brad will help the emotions fade, ya know?”

You sighed, feeling her words go in one ear and out the other, “I guess,”

“Listen, if you really feel uncomfortable then we can go, no questions asked. But if you can pull through this and potentially see yourself having a good time, then try,”

She took your hand in hers and led you towards the group, greeting them all once you had reached them. Brad nervously shifted his weight from one foot to another when you greeted him and he hesitated before pulling you in for a light embrace.

Normally, you’d have been uncomfortable considering your lack of interest but something about his hold was actually comforting and you hugged him back, appreciating the comfort he offered.

“What was that for?” You asked after you pulled away.

“You just looked like you needed it.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“So, what’d you think?” Ned asked upon leaving the theater.

“Predictable,” You and MJ said in unison then hit shoulders lightly in a teasing manner.

Sometime throughout the movie you had gripped onto Brad’s hand and though it did nothing for you romantically, it did wonders for you platonically. He had a strange soothing ambiance about him that drew you in and tonight you really needed as much comfort as you could get.

Peter eyed your intertwined fingers and his grip on Liz’s own hand tightened as he felt his anger build. Ned elbowed Peter lightly when he caught Peter staring at you. Ned motioned to Liz, reminding Peter to calm down around her.

You pushed the door open and let the cool air engulf you, sending a shiver up your spine. You looked over your shoulder towards Brad and smiled, thankful for the distraction for the night. He had offered a miniscule amount of contentment by making you feel wanted, maybe not by the people you actually wanted those feelings to emit from but the attention was nice anyway. Nice but wrong.

It could never compare to how perfect it felt to be in Spider-Man’s arms. You couldn’t forget the heat his body emitted and his body pressed against you had made you come to life in ways you didn’t think were possible. You winced at the memory, the tugging that had been lulled by the distraction of the moving pictures now up front and center. Because despite how much you wanted to immerse yourself in all that was Spider-Man, the sensations were quickly preyed upon by the pain it had caused you to pry yourself away.

Your fingers danced at your side, tapping along your thighs as the memory of the warmth they radiated when you’d touched Spider-Man crawled its way back in. You stopped mid pace and threw your head back, taking in the fresh air and observing your surroundings, hoping to see a figure swing across the sky.

“Looking for something?” Peter creeped up behind you and you jumped and blushed.

“Just taking in the scenery.” You motioned to the cloudless sky and counted all the constellations you could remember off the top of your head.

Peter watched as you observed the stars above you, loving how your eyes sparkled brighter than the endless galaxies ever could. His eyes trailed the curl of your smile before resting on the curve of your lips and he was brought back into the moment where those very lips were pressed against his own.

He could feel his eyebrow twitch as he resisted the desire, no, the need, to feel them again. He wanted to roll the skin between his teeth, pressing you tight against him like the first time. When the universe had revealed you two to each other. He longed to be back in your arms and to have you back in his. He wanted to feel your breath blow against his cheek, hear the quiet moans you tried to withhold from his ears, he wanted to relive it all.

It had been hard to stay away from you ever since the revelation but he knew your character; you were stubborn and you wouldn’t take now for an answer. You’d pry his identity out of him until you were disappointed to see the man under the mask. No, he had to stay away from you. To keep this fantasy going for as long as possible. He didn’t want you to pull away once he’d revealed himself. He wanted to tell you everything, practically had to actually, but his fear made him bite his tongue when you turned away from the sky and rested your gaze on his face.

God, how he loved your smile. It warmed his chest and managed to slightly subside the overbearing want to overwhelm himself with you. With everything about you. From the sparkle in your eyes down to the labyrinth that was your mind. He wanted it all.

He looked down at the small gap between the two of you and felt his fingers twitch to reach out to yours. You followed his gaze to the empty space and watched as his fingers extended out to yours without every leaving his side. Your heartrate sped up and you could practically hear your blood pump through your ears and you stretched your fingers out to his own.

“The Little Dipper’s always been my favorite constellation.” Brad emerged from the space between the two of you and you cleared your throat, blinking away the haze of temptation from your eyes.

You giggled at Brad’s comment and Peter rolled his eyes, blowing the single strand of hair out of his face, “It’s not a constellation,” he murmured.

Brad furrowed his eyebrows and glared at Peter.

“It’s an asterism,” you quickly offered, trying to ease Brad’s confusion.

He nodded and offered you his hand. You peeked over his open palm and glanced at Peter, waiting for who knows what, honestly. Maybe a protest? For him to offer his hand instead? But Peter said nothing, only taking Liz’s hand in his own when she rejoined you so you smiled at Brad despite the twist in your chest and grabbed hold of his hand.

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allegra-writes · 4 years

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"Sunflower vol.3"

Peter Parker x SHIELD Agent! Reader

General audiences

Warnings: none

Part of the "Fine line" series. You and Peter move in together🌻

SERIES MASTERLIST | MY MASTERLIST

Peter carried the last box inside. That was it, it was official now, you were living together. The elevator doors closed behind him with a 'ding' and he couldn't help the smile that took over his face as he stepped into your apartment. No longer his, but yours, it belonged to the both of you. With you in it, it wasn't the penthouse at the New Avengers Tower anymore. No, with you in it, it was finally home. The thought alone of being able to fall asleep next to you every night, of waking up that very same way, of being all domestic with you, was exhilarating.

But not everyone seemed to share his happiness. Aunt May had been less than enthusiastic, saying he was too young, and it was way too soon to take that step. That you guys shouldn't rush into things.

And your family hadn't been much better. Because you might have had lost touch long ago with your biological parents, but that didn't mean you were alone in the world. He had soon learned that, much like him, you had a parent figure and mentor, yours in the shape of your Supervising Officer at S.H.I.E.L.D and curiously also named May, the woman who had rescued you from the wrecked remains of The Academy after the snap, who had take you in as part of her team, giving you shelter, a new family and a purpose in a world in ruins.

He had witnessed how difficult that particular phone conversation had been. His super senses had let him easily hear the implacable voice of the woman on the other side of the line, speaking words so much like his aunt's, telling you you didn't have to do this now, that you both had your whole lives in front of you.

"He's an avenger, and I'm an agent" You had replied, calmed and composed and so mature you made his argument with his aunt look like a tantrum, "In our line of work, life expectancy isn't exactly the longest. We lead short, violent lives, May, you know this better than anyone… don't you wish you could have had more time with Coulson?"

The line had gone silent for a long time after that, before the woman finally gave you a terse blessing. And you had deflated, emotionally exhausted, as soon as the line had gone silent.

"Maybe we should invite her for dinner" Peter had suggested, "I mean, I would be nervous too if my daughter was moving in with a stranger…"

You had rolled your eyes,

"She was deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D for five years. Trust me babe, she probably knows more about you than yourself"

Peter had gulped. That wasn't disturbing at all. But he recovered quickly, suggesting you took a shower to help you relax, as he finished your unpacking for you. There wasn't much left anyway, only a few books and knick knacks, probably kept for sentimental value. He was nearly finished when he saw it, inside a crystal case cool to the touch, some kind of preserving device without a doubt, because it looked exactly the same as the day he had gotten it for you:

A beautiful sunflower corsage, the one he had planned inviting you to prom with. He had saved for over a month to be able to pay for it, taking it straight to school with him when he had finally bought it.

"... And are you sure she doesn't have a date yet?"

Ned had rolled his eyes at him,

"Completely. She blew off every guy that invited her. Even Brad Davis! Like she's waiting for the right guy to ask her!"

Peter clutched the little plastic container a little harder to stop it from slipping out of his sweaty hands. He had it bad, he knew that. But he was sure you liked him back, so maybe it was ok that his heart started doing summersaults inside his chest every time he saw you. Maybe it was alright if his stomach filled with butterflies every time you stood just a little too close to him, and he could smell your strawberry lipstick. Maybe it was ok to fall, as long as you fell for him too…

Speaking of butterflies, there you were, coming his way on the hallway, looking like a dream in your blue jeans and soft pink sweater that he loved so much, the one with the pastel colored butterflies that made you look like an angel. He quickly hid the corsage bringing his hands behind his back.

"Hi- He-hello. Hey! Hey, Y/n" He stammered like an idiot, but you didn't seem to notice, just smiling at him, big and bright as always.

"Hi, Peter. Ned" The boy acknowledged your greeting with a wave, eyes going from you to Peter and back again like an expectant puppy trailing a ball.

Peter cleared his throat.

"Ned don't you have to go do that thing?"

"What thing?"

"The thing we were talking about. So I can… do that other thing we were… talking about?"

"Huh?.. Oh! Yes… right. The thing… I'm gonna… yeah!"

You watched in amusement as he made his exit, pretending not to be looking over his shoulder every five seconds.

"So…" Peter began, fidgeting like he always did when he was next to you, too full of nervous energy to be able to stand still, "Tomorrow is the big night"

"Huh?" Was your eloquent, distracted reply, your eyes focused on something past him.

"Prom" He explained, sunflower still held firmly behind his back "Tomorrow is prom night"

That got your attention, gaze on him again.

"I- I was wondering… I mean, Ned says you don't have a date, a-and I don't either. Have a date, I mean" Smooth, Parker. Real smooth. "I was wondering if you would want to go with me on a pair. I- I mean, as a couple" Fuck, could he be anymore awkward? You were frowning in confusion, probably unable to translate all his gibberish into something that made sense. He stopped, taking a deep breath.

"What I'm trying to say" Peter finally managed to get out, "is…"

"I'm sorry," You interrupted, and it looked like you really did, "Peter...I'm not going to prom"

"Oh" The butterflies turned to led inside his stomach, dropping dead and leaving him nauseous, "I- I see…"

"I'm sorry" You repeated. He didn't respond, afraid if he opened his mouth, he couldn't hold back the sob that was threatening to escape his throat. "You should ask MJ, though. She… she really likes you, Pete"

He still didn't reply.

You opened your mouth to say more, but the bell chose that moment to ring, so instead, you just turned away stiffly and left for your first class.

Peter sniffed, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. He had heard you say that before, to Amadeus Cho. But he had foolishly let himself be convinced it was just a little white lie to brush off the boys you didn't like. And maybe it was, probably was, and this time you were using it on him. He looked at the corsage, still beautiful and a little quirky and fucking perfect just like you. You hadn't even seen it, and now you never would. Because even if he did follow your advice and invited MJ, he wasn't going to just give it to her.

No, that corsage was meant for you and no one else. You were the sunflower, he couldn't just replace you. He wouldn't. So as soon as he walked by a trash can, he threw it in it, without looking back.

He never thought he would see it again, least of all like that, kept intact inside a glass case like something precious. You probably had gone back and rescued it from the garbage, while he wasn't looking.

Peter just stood there, amazed by the discovery, the revelation that you must have had feelings for him even back then,for an untold amount of time, until he heard movement in the kitchen.

You were there, of course, heating some water to make tea, wearing only his t-shirt, hair still damp from your shower, and his heart did a happy lap at the mundane scene. You both had come a long way from those school hallways and -he knew now- mutual pining.

"Hello, my love" Peter wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

You leaned into the embrace.

"Hey, tiger"

"I didn't invite her, you know?" He blurted, "MJ. To prom, I mean"

"I know" you breathed out after a moment.

"I wanted it to be you. You or no one at all" He confessed, taking one of your hands in his, "I just wanted to dance with you"

You felt him slide something around your wrist, and you knew what it was even before looking.

"Y/n… would you go to prom with me?"

You turned in his arms, watery smile on your face,

"Yes, Peter, I would love to"

You leaned in for the kiss you were sure would follow, but your lips met nothing but air, as Peter fumbled to take his cellphone out of his pocket.

"Pete?"

"Yeah, just… one second. We need music"

"Karen, would you play some music for us?" You spoke to the ceiling, making Peter sheepishly put his phone inside his back pocket again.

"Of course, Agent 16"

Almost immediately the kitchen was filled with the not particularly pleasant lo-fi sounds of a strong bass line and a whining guitar.

I'm a singer in a band, but that's ok

Got the guitars to the right and…

Peter snorted,

"Karen, what the hell is this?"

"I believe the band's name is DANCEHALL, Peter"

"Well, it's awful!" He looked so offended, so affronted by Karen's choice in music that you couldn't help to laugh. "Change it now!"

"No! Karen, please leave this song" You managed to get out between chuckles. Peter threw you an incredulous look.

"Oh, come on!" You snickered, "can you really tell me the music at the dance was any better?"

"... Alright you got me there" your boyfriend shrugged, wrapping his arms around you again, balancing tentatively from side to side to the rhythm of the music.

I got some 47s they can burst to the face…

"Oh yeah, this is a really romantic song" He remarked, voice full of sarcasm

"What are you talking about? It's perfect!" You playfully slapped his shoulder, "Don't diss on our song!"

Peter looked about ready to have a stroke,

"Oh no! This is not our song! I refuse-"

"Shut up and kiss me, Parker"

So he did, deep and passionate, and far more skilled than what he would have been capable of back then, your bodies never stopping moving softly, completely out of sync with the melody.

I'm gonna ride into this town

I'm gonna burn this party down

I'm gonna ride into this town

I'm gonna burn this party down…

Your hands went to the back of his neck, fingers carding themselves through his soft curls, sunflower petals scratching at his nape. He fisted his hands in the cotton of his t-shirt, at your waist, sexier on you than any gown, your body pressed against his. And he never wanted you more than he did right there, kissing you in the middle of the kitchen, pretending it was a dancefloor.

He knew soon enough, he wouldn't be able to resist it, and he would lift you up onto the kitchen counter, stepping between your open, welcoming legs. Slipping inside your welcoming heat.

He knew soon enough, he would have you screaming his name to the ceiling of your new home…

But for now, you danced.

To be continued...

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spiderman-homecomeme · 5 years

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Can you write about MJ’s internal thoughts as Peter started clearly flirting with /her/ and liking her back and reciprocating? 😍

Hello!! Sorry this took so long, but YES OF COURSE I can write this!! I have been so excited to write this all week and am so glad I can finally share it with you guys!!

It’s been a bit since I’ve seen the movie, so I may not have gotten some of the exact quotes right, and it’s a little brief, but I hope you enjoy!!

Thank you for the lovely request, anon

Here is about 1.5k of PURE fluff and a teensy bit of angst

It takes every ounce of strength MJ has in her hormone riddled teenage body not to visibly show any of the emotional whiplash that comes from Ned asking Betty to swap seats with Peter due to a surprising perfume allergy, to Mr. Harrington hijacking the whole switcheroo and subsequently placing her right next to Brad Davis. She doesn’t even have time to imagine What Could Have Been™, no time to feel the slight sting of disappointment of not getting to sit next to her dumb crush, before her teacher basically forces a game of musical chairs onto them, Ned now in her old spot next to Betty, Peter sandwiched between both chaperones, and of course, herself next to Brad.

It could certainly be worse, she figures. Mr. Harrington could have made her sit next to Flash, or something. Brad’s nice enough. He’s smart, pretty funny on occasion, and she’d be lying if she said that he wasn’t at least a little bit attractive. She had eyes, she wasn’t blind; the boy was more than easy on the eyes.

But she didn’t like him like that.

He didn’t have that same cute, boyish charm.

He didn’t fill her with those same, stupid, bubbly nerves.

And he was no Peter Parker.

It was much more ideal that she wasn’t sitting next to the real object of her affection. Over the past few months, Peter’s been getting progressively weirder and weirder around her, and as observant and perceptive as she was, she couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason for his change in demeanor. This proved to be endlessly frustrating as someone who spent a good chunk of her time watching him from a distance. Numerous times she’d caught him staring at her, that same dopey little expression he’d had when staring at Liz. But sometimes, he couldn’t even look her in the eye when she was right in front of him, instead, his gaze trained on his feet as his hands wring together, his voice a shaky octave higher than normal.

“I brought a dual headphone adapter.” Brad’s voice cuts through her inner monologue, an easy smile stretched across his face. “In case you wanted to watch a movie, or something.”

She’d once toyed with the idea that maybe, just maybe, it was because Peter liked her back, that his nerves came from feelings of the Romantic™ variety.

See, she’s only about 42% sure– maybe even less than that– that there’s even a possibility that Peter Parker might like her back.

“Only if it’s really depressing.” She deadpans, leaning back against the head rest. “Or hilarious.”

Brad’s smile only widens.

Yes, perhaps this was a better idea. A good distraction.

–

She sees him step out of the jewelry shop, tiny golden gift bag in hand, and there’s a brief glimmer, and entirely unwelcome, hint of wishful thinking at the back of her mind that it’s something for her. But she quickly shakes that thought away. It was impossible. She and Peter were just friends; nothing more than that.

The way he looks at her as she’s describing the fine inventions of the Italians makes her stomach do these weird Olympian-level back handsprings, and she silently curses him for being so… so… so Peter. This would be so much easier if he weren’t himself. She dares to ask what’s in the bag, and she can’t help but notice the mild panic that flickers in his eyes as he glances between her and the gift in his hand.

She smiles, nodding in approval as he throws the perfect word, “bo,” right back at her.

–

Honestly, at this point she’s never been more disappointed in herself for being so damn oblivious. How the hell did it take her so long to figure out that, yeah, maybe Peter does like her back? It’s not a realization that hits her like a truck, nothing like that. It sneaks up on her, little by little, piece by piece until it all comes together, and she feels like a proper idiot for being so invested in her own feelings that she doesn’t even consider that he might have the exact same ones.

It’s kind of like how she’s only about 67% sure that he’s Spider-Man. It’s something that’s pretty freaking obvious when you think about it, but she doesn’t want to get ahead of herself.

Her heart nearly bursts out of her chest, butterflies erupting in her stomach when he tells her she looks pretty just before the opera. She barely has a second to react when her brain seems to go on auto-pilot, and the sarcasm just flies right out of her mouth before she can even stop it.

“Therefore I have value?”

Peter sputters, frantically trying to explain himself in a way that’s not cute in the slightest.

She has to laugh, though it’s quiet, and she shows mercy. “I’m messing with you.”

And now her heartbeat seems to be one of the only things she can hear in this moment as he sighs in relief, smiling up at her, the expression widening when she tells him that he looks pretty, too.

Okay, yeah, she’s 67% sure that Peter Parker might like her back.

–

The pit in her stomach is a concoction of both nervousness and excitement as they walk side-by-side on the bridge. The faintest brush of their knuckles sends those dumb butterflies into overdrive, and she instantly yanks her hand away. She catches his gaze a few times, offering a tight-lipped smile in return. Slowly, she starts to question why she agreed to this… date, walk-thing, evening ambulation, or whatever it was, and the giddiness in her belly gradually melts into dread.

Truthfully, she’s never had very much luck with relationships, both romantic and platonic. It wasn’t really her area. She was happy just staying on the sidelines, a background character in their daily teenage lives. Getting close to others has never been something she’s been very good at, the idea of putting that much trust into another person only for them to potentially shatter it into a million tiny pieces putting almost the fear of God itself in her. That was the whole reason why she never did anything like this, never pursued anything with anyone.

She can’t help but feel like Peter’s about to confess something to her. Something big.

And she doesn’t give him the chance to say it for himself.

“That’s what you were going to say; that you’re Spider-Man.”

The pain didn’t really seem worth it.

Which was why, in a last minute change of heart, she goes against her regular, trademark brutal honesty and lies when Peter asks if him being Spider-Man was the only reason she was watching him.

“Why else would I be watching you?”

If neither of them said anything, neither of them got hurt.

It was easier just to be alone.

–

She didn’t have a whole lot of time to admire the necklace the old sweaty guy gave her, but that doesn’t stop the warmth that blooms in her chest when she holds it in her hand. She still thinks of it, burning a hole in her pocket, as they’re all seconds away from what they assume is their imminent demise, and she is instantly filled with regret for never telling Peter how she felt.

Which is why she doesn’t take a second thought as she sprints from the tower and to the bridge, mace in hand, ready to help her Peter no matter what as the drones fall to the ground. He’s standing there, battered, broken, and limping as she throws herself into his arms, bodies drawn together like two magnets. She can feel him shaking in her embrace, and she tightens her hold, mumbling her worries into the crook of his neck.

She shows him the broken necklace as they pull apart. Her favorite flower, the Black Dahlia, now in pieces. Her heart flutters in her chest as he takes her hand in his, disappointment clouding his features as he stares at the shards of glass, apologizing profusely and going on about some grand plan he had.

And she can’t help but kiss him.

Yeah, it’s a little awkward and entirely too quick, because again, she’s never really done this before, but she still can’t help but smile at the way his eyes widen in surprise, even if her body feels as if it’s on fire as she waits for his reaction.

“You kissed me.”

Maybe another time she would have made fun of him for pulling a straight-up, Captain Obvious moment, but she holds back, instead, her voice nearly failing her as she confesses her true feelings, that she lied when she said she’d only been watching him because she thought he was Spider-Man. It’s a scary thing, and she desperately fights against her own flight response at putting herself in such a vulnerable situation, setting herself up for what could be the worst pain in the world.

But she doesn’t care.

He apologizes again for the necklace being broken, but she stops him, the corners of her lips twitching upward as she tells him that she likes it better that way.

His voice breaks as he smiles at her, like she’s the best damn thing he’s ever seen, eyes welling with happy tears, as he says the words she’s always wanted to hear.

“I really like you.”

A breathy, nervous chuckle escapes her as she matches his expression, and she feels as if she might explode into a million, tiny little overjoyed pieces.

“I really like you too.”

And after all of this, she can safely say that she’s about 100% sure that Peter Parker likes her back.

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cagestark · 5 years

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Rose-Tints My World

Anon asked for Peter wearing a corset and/or ballgown. This is probably not what they meant.

Warnings: Peter fakes an orgasm onstage lmao. Alcohol, too. Also, this probably requires a semi-decent understanding of RHPS and the characters :/

Read here on AO3.

“Shots!” Ned shouts from the bathroom.

MJ sighs, putting down the eyeliner she’d been using to rim Peter’s eyes dark. They are in the kitchen because the light here in better than the light in the bathroom. May came home a half hour ago, took one look at Peter and MJ’s getup before throwing up her hands and retreating to her bedroom. Peter kind of wished he could do the same, watching MJ pour each of them a shot of tequila.

“The theater has a strict no-alcohol policy,” MJ says, rolling her eyes when Peter makes a face, shot glass held between his thin fingers. “If we don’t drink now, we don’t be drunk at all. Do you want to do this sober, Parker?”

Peter takes the shot. It tastes horrible. The salt they pour into their palms directly from the shaker doesn’t help. Much. While MJ is distracted, gagging, Peter picks up the handheld mirror beside them to look at himself and fuck, he gives a long, horrified groan.

“I can’t do this,” Peter mutters. His entire face is painted white with leftover makeup from Halloween, and his eyes and lips left a vibrant red. That’s the best of the costume, he thinks. The rest is worse: the black corset they’d bought from the women’s department at a lingerie store, the black thigh high stockings, the garters. The gloves. The heels. “Look at me, MJ. I can’t go out in public like this.”

“Peter, I swear to God,” she mutters. “Everyone is going to be dressed the way you are. Trust me. I went last year—”

“What?” Peter cries. “How?”

“I was invited, okay? And—”

“Shots!” Ned cries.

They both roll their eyes, pouring more tequila. This one isn’t as bad, actually. The first two must have burned Peter’s taste buds off.

“Anyway,” MJ says. “I went last year, and everyone dresses like this. Chad from your Women’s Studies class? You remember him?”

“Can’t forget him,” Peter mutters, only a little begrudgingly. Why did all the hot guys have to be straight and fucking jerks?

“He was dressed like this—only he didn’t look half as good. You’re the fucking twinkiest twink. You don’t even have chest hair.”

“I’m a late bloomer,” says Peter, crossing his arms over his exposed chest. His head feels light from the alcohol. How he’s going to walk in the heels, he has no idea. He holds the mirror up higher so that he can see his body better, and at least he has a good physique, because most of it is on display including a two inch section of chest-to-abs visible through the laces of the corset. When he speaks next, his voice is small. “Can I—can I at least have the blue feather boa?”

She pats his head condescendingly. “If you’re a good boy.”

“Shots!” Ned shouts.

“Are you taking all these shots back there, too?” MJ bellows.

There is the rumble of feet and then Ned is in the doorway, dressed in a leather jacket, working hard to get the fake cut on his eyebrow to drip blood. “Am I supposed to be?”

The Uber they call knows where they’re headed without the trio of them asking. Partly because MJ had entered the address before the guy got there, but also because these screenings of Rocky Horror Picture Show are pretty fucking famous by now, and that’s the only place they could be headed dressed like alien transvestites. At least it’s a warm night, he thinks while they all pile into the back of the SUV. At least he’s not shivering with all his bits on display.

“God, tonight is going to be great,” Ned says. He’s dressed like Eddie, right down to the alto saxophone that he borrowed off of his cousin for this purpose alone—under the condition that no one play it, and he doesn’t get it wet. Not guarantee-able things, according to MJ. “Are we meeting Tony there?”

“Tony?” Peter yelps. “Tony Stark? Physics class TA, Tony? Tell me there’s another Tony.”

“I doubt there’s another Tony, kid,” the Uber driver mutters up front.

“Thanks,” Peter snaps. He turns back to MJ, who looks stunning (in a very female way) as a colored Janet, wearing the character’s signature virginal white bra, tattered shirt, and prim skirt. Debauched. “You didn’t tell me that Tony Stark would be there—that we’d be meeting up with him. I’m wearing thigh highs and panties!”

“And he’s going to love it,” she says slyly, rummaging through the large tote of prompts they brought along for the show: rice to throw at the wedding scene, water pistols to shoot during the rain, a package of uncooked hotdogs—Jesus, if they got purse-snatched, the person would probably think that they were off their rockers. “You look fucking hot. I don’t know why you’re feeling shy all the sudden. Remember last Christmas when Rihanna was on the radio and you did that dance—”

“I’ve got the video if you need your memory jogged—” Ned supplies helpfully.

“I remember,” Peter says quickly, catching the raised eyebrows of the Uber driver glancing back through the mirror. “I just—I mean, I had a lot of sangria at that Christmas party.”

“You’ve had a lot of tequila tonight,” MJ sooths. “If you aren’t feeling it yet, you will be soon. Look, I’m not saying you need to fuck him tonight. I’m just saying that if you let your guard down even the slightest bit around the guy that you’ll be leading him by the cock before sunrise. Trust me. Will you trust me? Jesus. Here, drink this.”

She passes him a water bottle, but as soon as he opens it, the stench of alcohol hits him. “Is this nail polish remover?”

MJ laughs so hard her mascara runs and she has to redo it. But after a few long sips (and he’s almost positive it’s nail polish remover), he’s feeling even looser than he was before. Too much more and he’ll get sloppy, or worse, sick. He cuts himself off, capping the water bottle and tucking it back into the bag beside yesterday’s newspaper.

The Uber drops them off a block away, and they walk the last distance. It gives Peter a chance to get used to—everything. Being so exposed, feeling so many eyes on him. Some people whistle when he goes by, and he’s glad his face is painted so that they can’t see him flush in pleasure. When someone catcalls down to them from a balcony, he shimmies the feathered boa around his shoulders, shaking his flat chest and they hoot in delight.

MJ was right, too. Everyone is dressed up: corsets and thigh highs and high heels and exposed bras. It looks like the strangest collection of fetishists coming together, and the air is full of excitement that Peter is shivering. He feels drunk with it. Or maybe that’s just the alcohol. The eyes all over him feel as good as caresses, and he feels a stirring in his groin that there is no chance his underwear will hide—and oh fucking well. Tonight is about letting loose.

Getting into the theater is an entire affair. The place is packed with lookalikes: Magentas and Riff-Raffs and Columbias and Frankenfurters. There’s a blond guy who is doing a very good portrayal of Rocky, wearing nothing but golden panties, his muscular skin oiled and gleaming under the lights. His skin beckons Peter to touch.

But then it all comes to a stop, because Tony is there. Tony Stark, the senior that Peter has been crushing on since the professor of his Physics class introduced Tony as his TA for the year: the dark, fluffy hair, the whiskey eyes, the shadow of facial hair after the weekends when he comes stumbling in wearing sunglasses to disguise his hangover. There’s nothing about Tony that doesn’t get Peter hard, and tonight is no exception. He looks incredible dressed as Eddie, tight jeans, white t-shirt, black leather jacket clinging to his biceps. It’s so carelessly greaser, and Peter wonders if Tony drove his motorcycle here—the motorcycle Peter jerks himself off imagining Tony fucking him on—because that would be the cherry on top of this sin.

Tony’s smoking inside, though on a night like this, that’s probably the theater’s least concern. His face fucking lights up when he sees MJ, Ned, and Peter—Peter, who his eyes drag up and down unabashedly. It all comes rushing back then, like a movie pressed to play. Peter is dressed like Brad during the floorshow, dressed like kinky sex itself. And he looks good. Judging by the way Tony’s eyes grow wide and then narrow, the lids heavy…Tony knows too.

“Damn it, Janet,” he says around his cigarette, grasping MJ’s hand. “Was this a fucking set-up?”

“I wouldn’t have to be nefarious if other people wouldn’t be obtuse and stubborn and—”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” Peter says. “But I’m feeling a little insulted nevertheless—”

“Have we missed anything? The traffic was awful, I thought we were going to be late,” Ned chimes in.

“Nah,” Tony says. “They’re rounding up virgins.”

“Virgins?” Peter squeaks. Everyone turns to look at him. He tries not to look panicked. Surely his virginity isn’t tattooed on his forehead. Or at least, it wasn’t until he squeaked like a mouse caught between a cat’s paws. He looks around, feeling like Virgin-Police might suddenly appear with batons shaped like dildos to shame him for his chastity. “Wh-What do they want, you know, virgins for?”

“Virgins, as in, people who have never seen the show live before,” Tony says, eyes glittering brighter than the ember at the end of his cigarette. “They bring a bunch up on stage and make them fake orgasms—”

“We’ve got to get Peter up there,” MJ mutters under her breath, barely heard over the roar of the other patrons. She stands up on her toes to try to find the stage helpers who are rounding up virgins (so to speak).

“I’m sorry, I know I misheard you—"

“I’m getting you on that stage, Peter,” MJ says through her teeth. “And you’re going to fake it like that time you told me about with Flash Thompson behind the gymnasium—”

If Tony’s eyebrows climb any higher on his head, they’ll disappear into his hairline. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth to ask, “What’s all this about faking it with Flash Thompson—”

MJ snags one of the stage hands and points to Peter.

“No, no, no, no,” Peter is chanting under his breath. MJ grabs him by the feathered boa and pulls him a few feet away from where Ned and Tony are watching cautiously. She cups a hand around his ear—the closest they can get to privacy surrounded by other people—and whispers to him.

“Look over my shoulder right now. Look at Tony.” Peter does as she asks. It’s not hard. The guy is so fucking handsome, and for some reason, his eyes are glued to Peter’s legs—Peter has always had thin, shapely legs, and the hairs on his thighs are finer and blonder than they have any right to be. It almost looks like he shaves, thanks to the low lighting. “Tony can’t take his eyes off you. Look at the way he can’t stay still—you think he’s hiding a semi like you are? Don’t squawk at me, Peter, everybody can see you’re half-hard. He’s fucking thirsty for you. Get up there, pretend he’s sucking your cock, and give everybody a goddamn show. I guarantee he’ll be trying to go home with you before the night is through. Trust me, Parker. Trust me.”

She digs in her bag to hand him the water bottle. Groaning, he takes a generous sip, face scrunching. God, that’s horrible.

But it works. The alcohol, the rousing speech. That’s how he finds himself being ushered on stage with a dozen other ‘virgins’. When it’s announced that this is their first time seeing the show live, the crowd goes wild for them. Peter’s always had a bit of a thing for exhibition, for being the center of attention (Ned’s phone has a very incriminating video from last Christmas on it, after all). As soon as the lights and eyes are on him, it’s like a great sense of calm comes over him.

He tosses one end of the feathered boa over his shoulder like a brat might toss her hair, and whistles go up for him. He’s pretty sure that Tony is one of them, his figure barely visible beside Ned and MJ toward the back of the crowd.

Then they begin to go down the line, coaxing each virgin to fake an orgasm for the amusement of the room, and Peter can’t bother hiding how hard it makes him: the muscled boy dressed like Rocky gives out groans and tosses his head like he’s being given the blowjob of his life. A short, heavy-set girl dressed as Magenta makes the crowd go wild for her as she pants, palming at her breasts.

Too soon and not soon enough, it’s Peter’s turn.

“What are you playing at?” Tony asks MJ. He can’t stand still, chain smoking and dropping the butts in the pop cans people leave behind on the disused bar. The moment he saw Peter’s signature head of curls, he’d felt his heart drop to his shoes. His stomach tossed like a boat on the sea. He was known for his confident exterior, but no one knew about the deep-seeded anxiety he worked so hard to mask. Something about the baby-faced freshman put Tony on edge—made the blood in his brain go against the tide and head straight for his cock. “You told me it was just going to be us, that Peter was out of town visiting relatives.”

“That’s weird,” MJ mutters. The white she’s wearing emphasizes her warm, dark skin. If she weren’t so fucking sneaky and irritating, he’d probably try hard to get underneath her skirt. “That’s not true at all. Why would I say something like that?”

“You lying bitch,” Tony mutters, rolling his eyes when Leeds gasps. MJ looks pleased as a peach, regardless of his potty-mouth. “I told you to quit trying to push us together. He’s so fucking shy, you’ve probably scared him back into his shell.”

“Did you see what he’s wearing?” She asks flatly. “Parker isn’t shy. At all.”

Fuck yes, Tony had seen. It was indecent, little Peter Parker dressed as Brad. His legs were impossibly long in the black stockings and high heels (heels which actually made the kid taller than Tony, for once). The tight, satiny briefs that did nothing to disguise Peter’s package. The garters tempted Tony to run his fingers underneath them, to pull them away from the pale, hairless skin and let them snap back into place. The corset itself didn’t change Peter’s masculine figure, and the modesty panel was missing so that beneath the gaping laces was firm, pale skin. Who knew that Peter Parker had a fucking six-pack? More importantly: who knew but hadn’t told Tony?

How the hell MJ had convinced him to leave the apartment looking like sin incarnate, Tony would never know.

“Shut up,” Leeds says. “It’s Peter’s turn. Oh my god, I can’t watch this, this is like watching my brother get off or something—”

Tony turns his eyes to the stage just as the hot spotlight reaches Peter, bathing him in its glow. The kid’s eyes go half-lidded, not squinty. The crowd is shouting to goad him on, but the smile he gives is painfully patient, borderline coy. Tony swallows—his mouth is so fucking dry, but there’s nothing for him to wet it with.

Peter holds the microphone between both his palms, lovingly, like he might hold his cock. His eyes shut fully, and a sound comes out of him, picked up and amplified by the microphone, a low sound of pleasure that Tony might make when he eats one of his mom’s brownies after returning home on break. Tony watches raptly, cock hardening already and the kid hasn’t even done anything yet. Then Peter’s mouth parts in a breathy sigh, his head tilting back in the mimicry of ecstasy.

“Fuck,” Tony whispers. The whole world narrows down to that light beam on stage and the boy that’s caught in it. Peter’s breath hitches the way it might if someone was kissing at his neck and then decided to use their teeth, and a long whine comes out of him that has the auditorium howling. The kid’s chest is heaving like he’s having the fuck of his life, and then he lets loose a long, nearly pained groan that Tony can feel in his bones, he can see it all, Peter spread out beneath him, naked (okay maybe he’s still wearing those stockings), fingers gripping the sheets because Tony’s giving it to him so good—

On stage, one of Peter’s hands comes off of the microphone. He presses it against his heart like he’s trying to hold the organ still, but then his palm slips down, thumb catching on the laces of his corset, strumming them as he runs his hand lower and lower and fuck, there’s only one place it could be headed. There’s a ten in the kid’s black panties, no doubt he is at least half-hard, maybe more—and he runs his palm over his own erection. Right there on stage, with a hundred, two hundred eyes on him. With Tony’s eyes on him. The jolt it gives Tony makes him feel like it was his own cock being petted.

Peter pulls his hand back and then dips the tips of his fingers into the tops of the briefs, and the final noise he makes is somewhere between a shout and a cry, the perfect simulation of an incredible orgasm, and it makes Tony’s cock twitch in his pants.

The crowd loses its shit. Of course. And Tony, dazed as he is, barely is able to clap for the kid. MJ stands there the whole time, cell phone out and filming, shooting Tony these little fucking smug looks. His head is still spinning as the stage hands usher the virgins off stage, and Peter returns to them with damp skin, hot from the lights on stage, curls plastered to his forehead.

“How’d I do?” Peter asks, breathily.

“You melted his brain,” MJ says, face tilted toward her phone as she watches the video.

“I—she’s right.”

Peter’s eyes widen. “I—sorry. Is that a good thing?”

“It’s a very good thing,” Tony says, shifting on his feet and pulling at the crotch of his pants to adjust himself. Peter’s eyes drop to track the movement and his mouth parts a little, like the breath has been stolen from him. Tony knows then, that the image he had of innocent Peter Parker was only a misconception. This kid can handle his attention.

And if he wants it, he’s going to get it.

“You want to get out of here?” Tony asks.

Peter nods.

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unspokenfaith · 5 years

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Let’s Break Up....For Real

Pairing: Peter Parker/Michelle Jones Rating: T Word Count: 2197 Prompt: Fake Relationship (Spideychelle Week Day 4) Summary: Brad seems to be taking every shot with MJ on the school trip, until she rejects him in the most unexpected way. Peter really can’t complain though, not when he’s finally getting everything he ever wanted—even almost forgetting it isn’t real.

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Spilling his perfectly scooped cone of gelato on to the sidewalk was the least of Peter’s concerns. The slight disappointment was only mildly distracting when his attention was entirely devoted to Brad talking MJ up in line. Brad, and his absurdly flawless ability to weasel his way into MJ’s line of vision at the drop of a dime.

Peter hated that he was so intimidated by him, especially since MJ was no more Brad’s than she was his to be jealous over. No matter how many times he told himself that, it never stopped the sharp discomfort in the pit of his stomach.

It’s not even that Brad was doing anything wrong. Peter was no different—finding every chance he could get to strike up a conversation with her, to get her alone, to tell her….That didn’t mean he was going to quit being angry about it.

He watched as Brad handed MJ a cone before taking one for himself. He did not just buy her gelato.

Peter didn’t even realize that his cone was broken into pieces on the table until Ned came and sat down across from him, pointing it out. “Uh, Peter?”

“Sorry,” was all he said, gathering all of the pieces into a pile, then turning to look back at the ice cream line.

“Peter, this has to stop,” Ned said, taking a bite of his own gelato. “Just go over there and talk to her. Join the conversation.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” Ned asked.

“Because….look at them. He has it all figured out.”

“Who cares what he’s doing? Don’t you want to know how MJ feels?”

Peter sighed, knowing Ned was right. Brad wasn’t standing between him and MJ. He was.

MJ and Brad walked over towards the tables, easily in earshot now.

“Quick! Act natural,” Peter said quietly.

“I am?” Ned continued eating his gelato. It was times like these that Peter wished he had his suit on. He could’ve used one of the gadgets to...No. That wouldn’t be right. He’d have to stick with eavesdropping like a normal person.

“Do you want to sit here?” Brad asked, gesturing to the table next to Peter and Ned.

“Uh, sure,” MJ said.

She met Peter’s eye for a second. Half a second, and the soft smile on her face made his insides do backflips. He looked away quickly, the smile on her face contagious, and scratched the back of his head.

“Did you see that?” Peter whispered excitedly.

“See what?” Ned asked.

“She smiled at me.” His heart was racing, and the warmth in his chest spread to his face.

“Peter, you’re really bad at acting natural.”

“Thanks, Ned,” he mumbled.

Momentarily distracted, Peter turned his attention back to Brad and MJ’s conversation. Something about a movie...No, a book. Brad was talking her up on one of MJ’s favorite discussions. It was an admirable move.

“I think they have a bookstore not that far from here. I saw it on the way over here,” Brad said.

“Oh, really? I must’ve missed it.” MJ looked back in the direction they all walked from, as though the bookstore were visible from her seat.

“I can take you there after we’re done if you want to check it out.” The smile on Brad’s face made Peter want to “accidentally” spill his gelato, too. Maybe if he wasn’t looking…

MJ blinked in surprise. “Oh, I, uh…”

“We don’t have to—”

“I have a boyfriend!” she blurted out, causing Peter to turn around completely in his chair to face them. Ned nearly choked on his gelato.

That was probably the last answer Brad was expecting. “Oh...MJ, I had no idea.”

She wasn’t even looking at him. “It’s okay.”

“Who is it? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“It’s, uh, it’s…” MJ looked around, her eyes falling on Peter yet again. He was still trying to process what she just revealed when she said clearly, with a bold resolve, “Peter.”

His jaw dropped, and at the same time Ned kicked his shin under the table. She couldn’t have just…

“Peter’s my boyfriend,” MJ repeated. She smiled, giving Peter a look with her eyes darting back and forth between him and Brad.

When he finally caught on to what was happening, he closed his mouth and stood up so fast that his chair fell over.

“Yeah, that’s me. MJ’s boyfriend.” Peter laughed nervously. Ned was hiding his face in his hands.

Brad’s eyes widened, and a small, sadistic part of Peter could not be more pleased with this sudden turn of events.

“Peter? Peter’s your boyfriend? And you guys didn’t tell anyone?”

“Well…” MJ looked at Peter, both of them trying to reach the same answer.

“We just thought with the team and all...we didn’t want things to be weird,” MJ settled on. Peter nodded vigorously, while Brad eyed the two of them.

“Huh. You guys don’t act like you’re together,” he said.

Peter swallowed the lump in his throat as MJ stood up and came over to him. She took his hand with both of hers, causing his skin to tickle, and rested her head on his shoulder. Whatever possessed MJ to do this, he was perfectly happy not to question it.

“Well, that’s the whole point of it being a secret, right?” MJ beamed, squeezing Peter’s hand.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, we’re sorry we kept it from you guys for so long.”

Brad didn’t seem entirely convinced, and Peter couldn’t blame him. His perplexity that this was actually happening—well, sort of—didn’t make him the best actor.

“Well, congrats, guys.” Brad left the table to throw out the rest of his ice cream. Peter almost felt bad for him, too. He was in his position not five minutes ago.

MJ turned on him. “Look, before you say anything. I’m sorry, okay? I panicked and didn’t know what else to do. Brad’s nice and all, but I’m not interested and he just can’t seem to take a hint. It was the only thing I could think of to do. I—”

“Woah, you don’t have to explain. I get it.” He was slightly distracted by the I’m not interested part, and doing his best not to get too ahead of himself.

“Cool, so you’re okay with going along with this for the rest of the trip?”

That snapped Peter back into reality. “Wait, what?!”

“Just until we go home. Then we can pretend we broke up or something. Brad will cool off by then, and I don’t see him as much in school anyway.”

“Only to the end of the trip?” Disappointment seeped into his voice, but he wasn’t sure why. They weren’t really dating, after all. There was nothing to lose.

“Yes,” MJ said. “So you’ll do it?”

Before allowing himself a sensible amount of time to think about it, Peter answered firmly, “Okay, I’ll do it.”

******

Once they got beyond the initial shock, the other team members seemed to be buying Peter and MJ dating, no thanks to Peter. He’s lucky MJ was a surprisingly good actress. Anyone would think she was actually into him. Even Peter caught himself forgetting it was all pretend. It wasn’t until they came back to the hotel at night, when he laid in bed—still reeling from the feeling of MJ’s hand in his, the tickle of her hair on his face when she would whisper in his ear—that he was confronted with the disappointment of reality all over again. For now at least, it would have to do.

“Peter, are you listening?”

Ned’s voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm, what?”

He sighed. “Dude, have you even been watching the movie?”

Peter turned his attention to TV where The Force Awakens was playing. They watched it all the time, but never got tired of it. Since it was the only Star Wars movie in the free film category, it was the logical thing to do before going to sleep every night.

“Sorry. I’m just...thinking,” Peter said.

“Let me guess, MJ?”

Peter fell back on his bed, throwing his arms out. “It’s just...I feel like I’m not doing this right.”

“Doing what?” Ned asked.

“This whole dating thing. I feel like I’m screwing everything up.”

Ned stared at him blankly. “Peter, you do remember you’re not actually dating MJ, right?”

“Yeah...yeah, I know. I just….it feels like I am, and there’s all this pressure. I feel like I’m not doing enough.”

“Dude, you’ve lost it.”

Peter sighed, grabbing a pillow and holding it over his face. “I just really like her, Ned. I don’t know what to do,” he said in a muffled voice.

“Well, you could just...I don’t know….ask her out for real. You know? Your original plan for this trip.”

He thought about MJ and the way she threw her head back, laughing at a joke Peter didn’t actually make, her soft gaze, the feeling of her cheek on his hand when he brushed the piece of hair that hung down the side of her face. It all felt real, but it didn’t matter if her feelings weren’t. And he wanted real with MJ.

Peter hoisted himself up from the bed and walked toward the door.

“Where are you going?” Ned asked.

“To break up with MJ.”

As he closed the door behind him, Ned yelled, “Okay, but I’m not pausing the movie.”

He looked both ways, checking for Mr. Harrington, who always made rounds to all the rooms before retiring to his own. Everyone knew what the “rounds” were really for, and Peter was breaking his only rule.

Once he was sure the coast was clear, he walked down the hallway to MJ and Betty’s room, stopping in front of the door.

Just do it, Peter.

He took a deep breath as he raised his arm, nearly jumping out of his skin when the door opened itself. MJ stood on the other side, and also jumped at the sight of Peter.

“Okay, dude, you have to knock next time.” MJ threw a glance back at Betty, who was already sound asleep, then turned back to Peter, whispering, “What are you doing here?”

“Can I talk to you?” he asked. “Please?”

She studied his face for a moment before stepping out of the room and closing the door. “Let’s go. I was heading to the vending machine anyway.”

They walked in silence to the end of the hallway, then turned into the small room—more like a closet really—with the vending and ice machines. MJ looked down the hallway again before closing the door.

“What’s up?”

“I….Well….” Peter might have been distracted by how little space and light there was, but he tried to pull himself together.

“You want to break up,” MJ said.

“What? How did you know?”

She shrugged. “I figured the whole fake dating thing would get old really quick. And it did. It’s so tiring.”

Peter laughed anxiously. He’d be lying if that didn’t sting, but it shouldn’t. It’s not real.

“I shouldn’t have put that on you in the first place. It was a lot to ask, you know, making someone pretend to like you.”

He had to say something now.

“MJ, I…”

“Look, you really don’t have to explain. No hard feelings or anything. It was fun, but it wasn’t real.” He thought he caught a twinge of disappointment in her voice, but it was probably his imagination.

“What if it was?” Peter blurted out. MJ tilted her head, but he kept going. “I mean, not the actual dating part. But the...you know…”

The door burst open, Peter and MJ whipping their heads around to find Brad standing there, frozen.

“Oh, damn, sorry guys, I just wanted to get—”

Whatever Brad was going to say went unfinished, because without so much as a warning, MJ grabbed Peter by the shirt, pulling him to her and kissing him. Really kissing him. His face was burning, but he felt like he was floating. It might’ve been a second, or twenty—Peter couldn’t tell, and he didn’t really care—when they pulled apart.

“And….never mind,” Brad said, disappearing down the hallway.

“Well, that was a close one,” MJ said, straightening her shirt.

Peter was completely breathless, staring at her in awe.

“I figured one last hurrah before the break up,” she stated. “You could’ve acted less surprised, but otherwise I thought it was good.”

When his brain was functioning again, he realized MJ didn’t really have to do that. There was no point, not when they were “broken up,” and Brad was just there looking for a midnight snack.

“Well...goodnight, I guess,” MJ said before turning towards the door.

“MJ, wait!”

She looked back at him. “What?”

“What if we….didn’t break up….for real?”

After he said it, he knew it made no sense, but he was hoping she would understand anyway.

But she smiled. That breathtaking smile. “Yeah...yeah, I would like that.”

He caught her blushing before she turned down the hallway, and he held on to that, because it was real.

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donttellpeterparker · 5 years

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Euro Trip Part 2

Summary: A trip of a lifetime right? Going abroad with your friends and the guy you were head over heels for... how could anything possibly go wrong?

Requested: No

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warning(s)?: FFH Based, Please don't read if you haven't seen FFH

Taglist: @editsbyjenny, @campcampie, @peter-parkerdeservedbetter, @jackiehollanderr, @lukesbabylon, @fangeekkk, @kaylaisafangirl, @pfctparker (message or submit if you’d like to be tagged too, however if you’re hyperlink doesn’t work I’ll scratch it out as above)

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Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Euro Trip

''Hey man, did you see Y/N and Brad on the plane? They were practically laughing together the entire time'' Peter stresses, not helping but to stare at both you and Brad. He had noticed your friend didn't look pleased either.

''Relax dude, I'm sure it's nothing'' Peter just frowned and finally peeled his eyes away. So far this trip was not going as he had planned. In fact, the plan was basically beginning to fall apart.

''Hey babe, can you hold this for me please?'' Peter's eyes widen when he sees Jenny approach Ned.

''Yeah, of course'' Ned replies sweetly.

''Thanks baby'' Jenny coos,looking straight into his eyes. It almost made Peter want to throw up. How in the hell did this happen? And since when?

''What was that?'' Peter couldn't help but ask. Ned beamed from ear to ear.

''Okay well, Me and Jenny got talking on the plane and it turns out we actually have a lot in common so uh, we're boyfriend and girlfriend now''

''What ever happened to 'Bachelors in Europe'?'' Peter was growing more and more confused by the second.

''Peter, those were the words of a boy, and that boy met a woman, a very strong and powerful woman and now... that boy is a man'' That logic made no sense to Peter but he just nodded anyway, happy for Ned nonetheless.

''Babe?'' Jenny calls.

''Coming babe'' Ned responds cheerfully, quickly scurrying off after her. Peter shook his head to himself and soon found himself frowning again.

How in the hell does Ned managed to score the girl in an 8 hour plane ride yet he had been trying for months?

~*~*~*~*

After we all had made it through customs we were all waiting outside the airport where the river had met. I smiled to myself once I saw the boat arriving towards us. However, my eyes soon traveled all around, taking in as much as I could. It was Venice, Italy for crying out loud! This place was amazing!

''All aboard now!'' Mr Harris, of course, was still in charge. I hopped on quickly and made my way up to the front, finding a seat where I could see everything. I couldn't wait to start exploring the city.

Unfortunately we had made it to the hotel not 20 minutes later. All of us faced the hotel and all collectively groaned.

''It's under some... renovations'' Mr Harris tried to keep us all optimistic but failed. It looked like it was falling apart. We all grabbed our stuff and began walking inside.

''Well, here we are- ohhh'' Mr Harris began but cut himself off once he stepped in a huge puddle of water. I smiled to myself, finding it amusing before looking around the ground. My smile soon fell.

''This place is sinking'' Flash speaks up, avoiding the pot holes of water.

''At least we're on the second floor'' I spoke up sarcastically earning multiple unpleasant stares from the group.

''Not funny, Y/N'' My best friend glared, she continued to walk straight past me and follow a few others to the center of the room.

''It was a little funny'' I muttered to myself, not appreciating everyone's negativity.

''I thought it was funny'' Brad came up to me and smiled. I turned to look at him and faked a bit of a smile back. I decided to just nod my head and walk away, joining everyone else in the middle.

''Okay everyone! Bags off! We are gonna meet at the D'vinci (can't spell :/) Museum at 3! Let's go!'' Everyone was very surprised to say the least once we saw Mr Fitz at the front screaming at us happily.

''Spastalo, everyone!'' Mr Harris calls.

''It's spostalo" Jenny corrects him earning a loving glance from Ned. Once we all made our way up the stairs, which we had to take one at a time, Mr Fitz handed us our room keys, each of us pairing up.

''Guess we're sharing'' MJ walks up and stands still next to me, holding an identical room key. I smile at her and nod. MJ and I weren't very close but we were friendly.

''Guess so'' I responded, still too distracted with the peeling wallpaper around us. I worried for what our rooms and bathrooms were like.

~*~*~*~*

It was nice to finally step outside the hotel and get some fresh air. The air was so clean here, I could easily smell the salt water which was surprisingly pleasant to my nose. I made sure I had everything I needed with me in my off the shoulder purse before heading out with everyone else.

''Where do you want to go first?! There's so many shops we can look at! So much stuff to buy!'' I laughed at my best friend's antics, knowing she lived and breathed shopping. I smiled to her happily and took her arm, leading her away from the group and off separately.

''3 O'clock ladies!'' Mr Fitz callled out to remind us. We just turned around and smiled before happily skipping off down the small road.

We stopped literally in the first shop and had a look around inside, trying on different hats and sunglasses, taking a few crazy pictures before moving along. There was just so much to do!

''Okay I'm beat, there's only so much shopping I can do'' I answer honestly after visiting our 15th store. My best friend turned around and frowned but soon smiled once she saw one of our fellow classmates.

''Casey come with me! Y/N's getting tired, wanna swap buddies?'' I smiled my thanks to her as Casey and I traded places.

''Love you, dork!'' My best friend called over her shoulder as both her and Casey walked off.

''Love you, Loser!'' I called back just as happily with a smile before turning to walk in the opposite direction with Mindy. We had decided to walk for a while in silence, both of us wanting to soak all of this up. I held my camera up as I took pictures of everything. I was so glad I brought an extra SD card.

''Oh the pier! Let's go!'' Mindy happily took my hand and dragged me over to the Pier. I was so grateful she did, my eyes widen at the view in front of us. It was beautiful.

''Do you think we could get some pictures?'' Mindy asked nicely, pointing towards my camera. I smiled and nodded, putting the camera up in front of my face as Mindy posed for a few pics.

''Awesome! Your turn!'' I gave her the camera and posed for a few pics as well, feeling a pair of eyes on me while doing so. I shrugged it off and walked up to Mindy to collect my camera. I walked along the pier a little more and stopped in front of one of the boats and knelt down, the crystal clear water brushing alone the old boat would make a perfect picture.

Again, I felt a pair of eyes on me so I turned around and smiled once I saw Peter on the pier as well, a little further up. I swallowed the lump in my throat and willed my heart to slow down as we held eye contact for a few more seconds.

''Bo (I couldn't look it up so bare with me)'' I blurted out once Peter was in ear range of me.

''What?'' I smiled and rose to my feet.

''It's my new word, it's actual quite cool it fits me perfectly'' Peter just stares at me slightly confused.

''Well what does it mean?'' He asked with a soft smile.

''It could mean I don't know, get out of my face or I don't know and get out of my face'' He just smiles and shakes his head.

''Well that's... interesting'' I furrow my eyebrows as I notice a small bag in his head.

''What's in that?'' I was curious by nature as well. Peter looks like a deer caught in headlights and quickly looks at the bag himself, quickly popping the bag behind his back.

''Bo'' I smiled up at him and laughed softly.

''Nice'' Was all I said before I turned back around admire the view. Peter stood beside me for a few more seconds, soaking in the view as well.

''I honestly wish we could stay here forever'' I blurt out without realising, my eyes still trained on the beautiful city and water in front of us.

''So do I..'' I could hear Peter's voice drop a little, as if he was deep in thought but I didn't question it. He was always like that.

Though feeling my heart speed up more and more inside my chest I needed to get away from him soon. Liking your guy best friend was such a cliche. It never ever works out in the end which was sad. I liked Peter, a lot, but I never wanted to lose my friendship with him over something like my non-so-friendly feelings.

I glanced down to water level and see it begin to lower against one of the pier's stand. I took a step forward and watched the water lower even more, the pier's algae rotting stand showing complete view.

I followed the water and looked out towards the middle when all of a sudden a massive wave shoots up in the sky.

Startled, I jump back with a start, a scream getting lodged inside my throat. The water soon drops down creating a ripple effect. I jump back even further once I see a small boat holding Ned and Jenny come flying towards us.

I feel a pair of hands on my waist pulling me back even further, the boat just millimeters from me.

''Ned, Jenny, are you okay?!'' Peter asks frantically from behind, his hands soon leaving my waist to help out Jenny and Ned. I join as well, taking Jenny's trembling hand into my own. She steps off the boat safely and begins sprinting up the Pier towards the street opening.

I stop short once I hear a low grumble, an inhumane grumble that echoed off all the surrounding buildings. My body grew cold as I felt my heart stop. The water began to lower again and my eyes widen.

''Guys it's happening again!'' I yelled at Peter and Ned, both of them turning their heads to see the water rise again, this time a figure form taking shape in the water. My feet were frozen in place as all I could do was stare in horror.

''What the hell is that!?'' Ned asks, panicking.

''I don't know!'' Peter responds just as flabbergasted.

''Well, what are you going to do!?'' Peter just turns to face Ned and shakes his head, completely out of ideas. He came on vacation leaving his other persona at him, this was the trip where he was just going to be himself, no spider-man.

''I don't know I just...'' Peter trails off as he sees most of his classmates along the pier including you who was only a meter away. His eyes widen in fear once again, not wanting to see any of you guys hurt, especially you and Ned.

''Get everyone out of here Ned, hurry!" Peter yells out Ned. He watches as Ned grabs your hand and quickly begins dragging you away and off the pier. Peter gulps nervously as he turns back to the river, watching the water figure move along and over towards the bridge.

''Oh, no you don't'' Peter quickly ditches his back pack and jumps onto the bare pier stands, jumping across them and onto the bridge helping everyone off before he was blown back by a massive wave of water, knocking him off of his feet and against the railing.

Meanwhile I ran for my life alongside everyone else. Ned held both Jenny's and I's hands as he led as both away to safety, inside the nearest building and making us duck for cover. As soon as we were all on the ground I willed my heart to stop beating so fast, the fear and adrenaline shooting through my entire body.

''Hell of a trip, huh?'' I tried to joke while we could all still hear the crashing of buildings in the distance. All I earned in response were death glares.

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Once everyone was back at the hotel I could tell everybody was on edge. Having a brush with death really left everyone shaken. I couldn't believe that this has happened, where were the rest of the avengers to help defend these people?

I couldn't help but to feel slightly angry towards them, wanting to blame them for the events that occurred today. I knew it wasn't their fault but somehow I always feel that they are responsible for things like this happening.

''Are you okay?'' MJ had approached me. I turn to her and fake a smile, nodding my head.

''I'm fine, are you?'' She nodded as well, though I couldn't even tell if it was fake or not. I walked away and joined Jenny and Ned on their laptop, peeking over their shoulder to see what they were looking at.

It hadn't dawned on me till then that someone was missing. How could I have not noticed earlier? Probably the big freaky water monster was the answer but still, how could I have not noticed that he was missing?

''Where's Peter?'' I began to freak out, alerting a few nearby students with me. Ned turns in his chair so quickly and his eyes widen.

''He was with us the whole time remember? Though he wanted to stay in the back just in case it was chasing us'' Ned had lied smoothly. However my eyes widened even more.

''Oh my god the water monster took him'' Realisation dawned on me as Ned's eyes widen even more.

''No! No h-h-he's here I promise, let's check his room'' He tries to calm, sending a loving look to Jenny before leading me up stairs. My hands wouldn't stop shaking the entire time. I was so selfish, only thinking of my own damn safety when Peter's was on the line. I could almost taste the bile that was coming up from my throat.

If he was hurt or.. worse, I could never forgive myself. I've always paid close attention to Peter, so much that I knew his damn schedule. Okay... that might be a little creepy but I couldn't help it, he keeps disappearing all the time, it's hard not to keep track of that.

''Peter! Buddy, wanna open on up? I know you're inside I-I-I just really need a jacket, the air conditioning is broken down stairs so it's getting cold...'' Ned trailed off. I squinted my eyes at him, not believing him for a second before banging on the door myself.

''Peter open this damn door!'' My voice boomed in the small hallway. Ned tried to reach for my hand to stop me but I just pulled it away.

''Why the hell isn't he opening the door Ned? Oh, maybe it's the fact that he was taken and all of us were too stupid to see it!'' I yelled in despair, Ned's eyes frowning. I instantly felt guilty for yelling at him but didn't apologise yet, he was covering for him and I wanted to know why.

''He wasn't taken Y/N, I promise'' I stare at him flabbergasted.

''How can you promise that? You were with Jenny and I... you weren't even with him!'' I could feel my eyes begin to water with tears. My heart beating faster and faster inside my chest at all the possibilities.

''I told you! He was behind us the entire time I swear!'' Ned began to yell too, growing more and more worried for Peter himself.

''Then how come I never saw him?'' I threw back, turning back to the door in worry. I knock one more time and try to move the door handle. It was locked.

''Why don't you just open the door? Get your key or something'' I turned back to look at Ned, still worried. Ned visibly frowned.

''What, what is it?''

''I left it in the room...'' I knew Ned was telling the truth this time. I let out a frustrated groan and banged on the door one last time, so loudly that the door beside Peter's room swung open.

''What the hell are you kids doing?'' Mr Fitz stepped out, his eyes looking tired as if he had just woken up.

''How in the hell have you slept through all of this?! One of your students is missing!" I yelled before Ned could even stop me.

''Missing?'' At this he quickly widen his eyes and rush past us, running down the stairs.

''Great, why did you do that?'' Ned turns to me in anger now. I look up at him in bewilderment.

''Uhhh, maybe because there is in fact a student missing!'' How in the hell was Ned so... calm about this compared to you? What in the hell was he hiding?

The door quickly opens, almost coming off it's hinges by how harshly it was pulled. Ned and I stop and turn to look at the doorway, noticing a tired Peter Parker standing there. I was the first to launch forwards and wrap my arms around his neck. Peter stiffened as he felt his injuries hurt at the contact but wrapped his arms back around you regardless, sending Ned a 'thank you' smile over your shoulder.

''Where in the hell were you? We were so worried...'' I let my voice trail off, holding Peter even closer to me. Peter just smiled sadly to himself and held you even closer despite his pain, feeling his own heart starting to beat like crazy. Ned just smiled at the two and decided to walk down stairs to deal with both Teachers before a massive freak-out occurred.

''God I was so scared... you were gone.. And I-'' I hiccuped as a sob managed to lodge in my throat, a tear escaping my eye and down onto my cheek. I didn't want to admit that I hadn't noticed, what kind of person would that make me?

''I'm here, I was always here'' Peter replies softly trying to ease you. I sniffled however and tried wiping my eyes before pulling away reluctantly.

''Then why didn't you open the door? I was belting on it for the past 5 minutes'' I wondered, now looking him in the eye to see if he would lie to me. I tried to ignore the racing of my heart and the heat that had ignited inside of me due to his touch.

''I was slee-''

''Wait, why do you smell like salt water? And is that blood?'' I question, completely cutting him off. I lean forward once more to see if it was really blood or not. Peter quickly recoiled from my touch and shook his head.

''I may have tripped a few times while running away with you guys'' Unfortunately his lies weren't as smooth as Ned's. I placed both hands on my hips and frowned.

''Did you trip into the water too?'' Peter's eyes widen as he shakes his head.

''No I just... got splashed a few times'' My own eyes widen once again as worry seeps in too.

''The monster did catch you!?'' The worst possible scenario began to play in mind. It would explain the blood too.

''No, I promise he didn't'' He? Something was off and I wasn't liking it at all. I was getting sick of being lied to, like there was some massive thing both him and Ned were in it. It even seemed... dangerous.

I looked Peter in the eyes and frowned, knowing he was lying to me now. Why didn't he want to tell me? Was I not his friend? Perhaps one of his best friends?

''You're lying'' I stated, hurt clearly evident in my voice. Peter looked at you and gulped, picking up on the hurt instantly. It was almost as if seeing you in pain caused him pain too.

''I-im not, I promise'' He made an empty promise yet again. Fortunately for him I was too tired and worn out to argue. All I did was nod my head sadly and turned around, deciding to head to my own room and relax if I could.

''Hey, are you okay?'' Peter grabbed your hand to stop you from walking away any further. I ignored the tingles that instantly shot up through my hand and turned my head to face him.

''I'm fine'' And with that I dropped my hand from his grasp, the warmth instantly leaving as I continued on to my room. I swiped the card a few times then opened the door, closing the door behind me once I was in the room.

Peter was left standing in the hallway, his eyes never leaving your closed door. He knew deep down you weren't fine but had no idea what to do about it. He was tired of lying to you, he hated himself for it. But it kept you safe, all of this was too keep you and everyone else he loved, safe.

It was pointless lying to you, he knew that by now. But if there any chance that you could be apart in all of this, used hostage or taken or hurt or anything, he would rather have you hate him then for you to know the truth.

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A/N: Here's Part 2! Ending on a bit of a bittersweet note xx

#peter parker #peter parker imagines #peter parker x reader #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #tom holland x reader #spiderman #spider-man far from home #donttellpeterparker

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growingpaynes-art · 5 years

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Far From Home Initial Review: What I Liked and What I Didn’t (Spoilers)

I saw Far From Home yesterday and jotted down some of my immediate responses, and then took some time to think on those points. I do intend to see the film again in the next few days and I may be adding to or amending this list.

Major spoilers below.

(CW: sexual harassment, victim blaming)

What I Liked:

That scene in the jet where Happy stitches Peter up was A+. Not just regarding the expert acting, but how the filmmakers decided to handle the scene. Peter’s fear, stress, and self doubt briefly shifts to anger, and he snaps at Happy for telling him to “relax.” He immediately apologizes, saying “i’m sorry, I shouldn't shout.” Happy in return responds by choosing his words more carefully. Happy then gives him a gentle and encouraging pep talk in which he recognizes Peter’s emotions, encourages him, and explains that he doesn’t need to live up to the legacy of Iron Man and that he only needs to do his best. He remains on task and pragmatic, but never rushes Peter or forces him to do anything he’s not comfortable doing, offering support all the while.

Peter is allowed to cry at several points throughout the film in front of other male characters, including Nick Fury and Happy. He is never judged for this and he is never made to feel like his emotions are unreasonable or invalid. Continuing this from the previous films even as Peter gets older and takes on more responsibilities further normalizes male emotion in action films.

Peter consistently voices his concerns and asks for help instead of overwhelming himself and internalizing.

Peter was noticeably shorter than MJ in most of their scenes together, including where they kiss or hold hands. Peter’s height is never made into the butt of a joke, which I had feared might happen. No one even mentions it. Marvel did have Tom wear shoes that made him a little taller than he actually is, but I do appreciate that they didn’t drastically increase his height like they always did to RDJ.

JK Simmons returning as J Jonah Jameson was a great surprise, and it gives me hope that we may yet see Peter as a photographer

Peter walking out from behind that car carrying a sign and a light as a reference to Steve wielding the shield and mjolnir.

Peter calling his dick his “webshooter”

MJ stepping in and providing some real help several times throughout the movie

The movies on the flight to Venice “Heart of Iron: The Tony Stark Story,” “Chasing Hydra” etc

The terribly edited movie maker tribute set to “I Will Always Love You” with “in memoriam” in comic sans was the funniest possible way to open the film

Bucky being included in the Thank You Avengers collage in the Midtown Tech news video

Mr. Harrington and Mr. Dell were definitely dating and i’m here for it.

Seeing Peter fight without a suit was cool. I’ve always thought there was a kind of disconnect when characters like spiderman or black panther fight with their masks on, like they feel separate from the actors. But seeing Peter fight in his civilian clothing made it feel more real to me that this kid really has these powers and can do all these amazing flips and feats of strength. It also let us see more of his creativity and quick thinking.

I’m impressed that they were able to make Mysterio’s mo-cap suit look cool instead of completely ridiculous like they do in real life.

Peter closing his eyes and fighting the drones with his spidey-sense to avoid the illusions was so badass.

The violence felt real. Every time Peter got hit, the audience felt it. Several times he was unable to stand up, he limped and winced and cried. It felt like the consequences of such heavy action were realistically considered when Peter couldn’t just pop back up and shake it off.

"If you were better, maybe Tony would still be alive” “You’re just a scared little kid in a sweatsuit”

“You got me?” “I got you.”

“lets get a drink” “i’m- i’m not 21.”

Peter going to a parent figure wearing an oversized shirt and crying while confessing his self-doubts was an oddly specific parallel that i didn’t expect to get again but i’m certainly not complaining

What I Didn’t:

The “rest stop hookup” scene was deeply inappropriate. Peter, a child, is commanded to undress in front of an adult female agent. He initially resists but is intimidated into compliance when she repeats the order. One of Peter’s classmates, Brad, walks into the room and Peter is literally caught with his pants around his ankles with an adult stranger. Brad makes the assumption that Peter is hooking up with her, and takes a photo for evidence with the intention of showing it to MJ in order to ruin Peter’s “chance” with her. Peter is blamed for a situation in which he is the victim, and the audience is meant to find this entire scene funny. Instead of what could have been a really cool scene in which this agent presents the new suit she’s made for Peter, we are given this very uncomfortable scene of sexual harassment played for laughs.

Peter and Brad competing for MJ’s affection and actively sabotaging each other is unnecessary.

The use of old footage from previous films was lazy, especially when Marvel could have easily recreated those scenes from the perspectives of the new antagonists. I’ve always found this distracting, especially when the quality noticeably drops between two clips, though this is more of a personal peeve than anything I see as a legitimate problem.

The list of characters who become villains because they feel personally or indirectly slighted by Tony and Howard is getting too big. Honestly I think it’s lazy to keep using that as backstory/motivation for new villains after over 10 years, especially now that Tony isn’t even alive.

The multiverse being made up by Beck was disappointing.

The monsters being the Elementals instead of Sandman or Hydroman was also disappointing.

I wish that the spidey-sense was represented by some creative audio or visual cue, like the goosebumps in iw or the ringing noise in spiderverse

There were several lgbt characters/actors on the class trip but they weren’t very visible. You really don’t notice them at all unless you were aware of who was cast beforehand and were watching closely for them. I’m not asking for Peter to swing through new york with a rainbow flag screaming “trans rights” but I would have liked to have seen a queer couple holding hands or a student with a trans patch on their backpack or something. I had been hoping for Peter to actually interact with one of them, to refer to them by name. Obviously having such a diverse cast with queer characters being played by actual queer actors is a huge step up from Joe Russo’s “grieving man” but like that shouldn’t be where the bar is at this point.

Tbh the headstone and zombie iron man were cliche, and i think it would have been much more impactful if Mysterio had made an allusion of Tony himself instead.

Why would Dr Strange not be available to fight massive elemental monsters from another dimension bent on consuming the earth like dude make yourself available??

I wish the new suit included Karen so that we could see how she and Peter’s interactions have changed now that he is expertly familiar with the functions of the suits. Additionally, the spider-drone would have been cool to see again.

The illusion to Uncle Ben with the “BFP” initials on Peter’s suitcase was great but I do wish we could get some actual information about him. We don’t need to see his death or the “with great power comes great responsibility” speech- we’ve already seen that enough times- but a little clarification on what officially happened to him in the mcu would be interesting.

Honestly I thought it was too convenient that May, Happy, and all of Peter’s closest friends also dusted. I had wanted to see how interactions between Peter and May or friends such as Ned would be tested emotionally due to the five-year gap.

The BARF tech being invented by Beck and stolen by Tony detracts from it being used in Civil War to establish Tony’s feelings about Howard and Maria’s murders. If it isn’t Tony’s invention, that takes the heart out of it.

I had really hoped that the glasses were going to end up revealing Tony as an AI, or at least some kind of message from him, and i thought was weird that Tony would give Peter access to a system that allows him to order drone strikes on his classmates.

Also... so the drone strike on peter’s bus was faked by Mysterio’s team because they needed to get the EDITH glasses from Peter? Because the EDITH glasses give them access to the satellite that deploys the drones? But they already have the same drones? and use one them to fake the bus attack? so why do they need EDITH? Maybe i missed something but that makes no sense to me.

#ffh #far from home #spiderman far from home #far from home spoilers #spoilers #spiderman far from home spoilers #ffh review #spiderman

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demi360flip · 4 years

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Why I’m here

I’ve had a pretty difficult life, I think. Nobody on this earth even knows how bad it’s been. It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster; there have been times where it’s been bad that I didn’t want to continue living. There have been other times where things have improved and I’ve held (seemingly false) hope that things would be better. Or that I actually had a shot at a normal life, only to have that dream crushed time and time again.

In the last year, my life has been turned upside down. Now, it wasn’t all roses and unicorns before this year, but it’s hard to remember a time where I’ve felt so lost. Even after my older brother killed someone and was sent to prison for vehicular manslaughter shaming our family in a whole new way. During the last 365 days, I’ve been challenged by God in many ways. I lost gymnastics and those wonderful children that looked up to me and needed me. I lost EMS and the aspect of helping people. I lost the fire department. I lost every friend I’ve ever had. I started again in a new city, in a new state, in a new home. I was finally away from it all, which left me in a bizarre mixed state of ecstasy for escaping and complete panic for leaving.

During the last 365 days, I jumped into one of the most cutthroat programs in the country, where missing even one multiple choice question on a test could mean the end of your dreams. I found myself redlining in a stressed state of mind, desperately counting every single point I missed, paralyzed in stress on my couch crying before exam grades came out. Only to have 8 people texting me asking me what I got so they could compare themselves to me. I had to study for all hours of the day, all while balancing eating (even though I was so strung out on Adderall that I had no appetite), taking care of my dog (who got little attention in my new lifestyle), taking care of an entire house and paying all the bills alone for the first time (with money from a staggering medical school loan that will cripple me for years to come), and maintain a long distance relationship (that I KNEW I didn’t have time for, but absolutely couldn’t live without).

During the last 365 days, my older brother was released from state prison. It didn’t come easy either, in the months leading up to the parole meeting and subsequent release from a 4 year hell-on-Earth, he AND my mother would both call me every single day crying and talking about whether or not he will be released. It took so much of my time and energy that I already didn’t have. It was exhausting. I would get off of the phone with one, after talking them down from crying, and the next would call. My grades suffered. On top of that, I was having to discover how I would have a relationship again with a brother that I so despised for ruining my life and family. He was the cause of my mother’s drinking. In my eyes, Dennis was the cause of every pain I’ve ever felt in my life. Now, he would call me begging for his forgiveness, crying to me about how proud he was of me for “holding it down” after his mistakes and taking care of the family in his wake of destruction. Little did he know, I was struggling to breathe. Now, I had to face rebuilding some sort of relationship with him. Was I supposed to be forgiving? Was I supposed to hold onto this pain and anger at him? Was I supposed to be there to support him and be there for him like all of the counselors said I needed to? Was I supposed to tread carefully? There was a difficult level of awkwardness there that couldn’t be denied. Do I give him the benefit of the doubt that he would come out and do right for the first time in his life? Or do I honor the pattern of destruction that he’s caused my whole life? I didn’t know whether to believe him or not- did he REALLY change?

During the last 365 days, I lost a mentor and important person in my life to cancer. Irv Isenberg was the reason I was here. He was the reason why I did EMS. He lit the fire in me to help and teach others. He was the reason why I was able to get into LECOM’s program from hell. He was the best man I had ever known. And he was a line-of-duty death from 9-11-2001. He’s battled the cancer from the warzone that was NYC on 9-11 for many years. But this was finally the end and the rapid decline. It comes out of nowhere, you know? One day, it’s just a thing that everyone knows about *oh, Irv had cancer*, but he’s still going on calls, shooting, smiling, working, and you kind of just forget about it. I’m going to coffee with him, texting him, everything is moving on like usual. Then it creeps in a little more- he’s facebooking sarcastic, funny posts about his experiences at Roswell Park, you know he’s going through chemo and radiation, and he comes around a little less. But he and I were still getting our Tim Horton’s coffee every time I was home. We would sit there and talk about school and what I needed to do next, who I needed to get in contact with, and the next connections I had to make. Everything was still fine. Then suddenly, I don’t see him anymore. He knows that I cry when I hear his voice hoarse from radiation, so he lies to me and texts me instead. He tells me he’s at the dog park, when I know that he’s at Roswell for treatment. He and I don’t get coffee anymore. Instead, we just text back and forth and he tells me “When you’re Doctor Demi, that’ll be all the thanks I need”. There were whispers around the fire department, about how he stopped working, and “isn’t doing well”. Soto calls me to tell me that he needs platelets. He stops answering my texts, or Lisa answers them instead for him. I rushed home on an exam week to donate platelets, which was far worse than I expected. I was sick during and after extraction. They said I was too skinny and that’s why. I had lost 20 lbs from the stress and Adderall. But I had the blood type they needed and I wasn’t leaving there without donation. Then about a week later, he died. I got the call. I came home on an exam week again for the wake. Danny had amazingly rapidly organized the most beautiful wake, procession, and funeral that I’ve ever even heard of. When I walked into the wake, there were pictures of Irv and I in the slideshow and on the picture boards. It was surreal. Chris and Julie Kaplewicz pulled me in line with them. I said, “I’m not really sure where I belong”, as I’m no longer a FF, I wasn’t with TCA, and I wasn’t family. “You belong right here with us”. We proceeded slowly through the line to the closed casket with his helmet on it. There were 2 of our FF’s on the sides of his casket holding axes- it was Brad and MJ. When they saw me, they kept their eyes up, but tears rolled down both of their faces. I cried. I kissed his helmet. Lisa hugged me and said, “Oh honey, he loved you so much. I’m going to keep in touch with you”. My heart was in pieces. He wouldn’t make it to see me get my white coat, which would be entirely his doing in my mind.

During the last 365 days, for the first time in my whole life, I got my mom sober. The reign of alcoholism and physical and emotional abuse to our family was finally exiled by my brave actions. I thought I’d never see the day. Well, this is one of those “seemingly false hope” instances I had mentioned earlier. I don’t know exactly how long after this victory that she relapsed, but my little brother (who is more like a child to me, as I’ve effectively raised him in the face of two absent and inadequate parents) called me crying saying that he found booze hidden in her room. From another state away, I had to comfort this teenager who revealed to me that he has been struggling with the same depression and self-loathing that I had continuously battled since my prepubescent years, which I spent cutting myself and running away from home. The thought of Mikey feeling any of the feelings that I struggled with due to our dysfunctional abusive family brought me to my knees. After all, I had dedicated my whole existence to lessening the weight of it all on him and shielding him from as much as I could. I thought, “I can save him from this hell and give him a shot at a normal life”. This was wishful thinking. Especially after leaving my entire life in Buffalo behind, to try to chase my dreams that I have had on hold for so long due to my fucked up family arrangement. In doing so, I also left behind everyone and everything that held me up. I didn’t realize that my skin was made of paper and my bones were broken and made of glass, until I moved away and left behind everyone and everything else that held me up. I found that I could not stand on my own two feet. And boy, did I crumble. I had always thought that I was so STRONG. This incredible superhero that could withstand a lifetime of abuse and dysfunction and no support and no love, and STILL have the strength to protect another younger brother from it. I looked in the mirror and knew. I was a failure. I was disgusted. I finally could see it- I wasn’t strong. I was weak and dependent on the love, support, and distraction of others to hold myself up on my own two feet. It was a difficult realization that I was nothing without my friends, my boyfriend, his family (who replaced mine, but wasn’t TRULY mine), and my job that I loved. I saw myself. Ugly. Weak.

Now, I don’t want this to be some sort of pity party. Of course, I’ve done some pretty badass things in my life. I’m physically healthy, which is more than some people can say, and I’m fortunate to have the means of following my dreams. I’ve met some incredible people in this lifetime- many of which have changed my life and kept me going when I didn’t have the inner strength to do so. One of those people was Gage Greiner. And I lost him, too.

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