#i am a sucker for soft peter and mj

[veggiewrapwithhummus]

But Peter, the cookies will burn if we dont-

Who cares about cookies when your in love Em…

#the cookies burnt #merry christmas happy holidays #i am a sucker for soft peter and mj #petermj #michelle jones #michelle jones watson #peter parker #mcu peter parker #mcu spiderman #spideychelle #spiderman #spiderman fanart #spiderman far from home #spiderman homecoming #spiderman no way home

[themculibrary]

Peter & MJ (Spideychelle) Masterlist 2

Links Last Checked: February 25th, 2024

part one

About a Girl (ao3) - perfectlystill G, 5k

Summary: May didn’t know Peter still read books outside of required reading for school, and even then, she has her doubts. She knows Sparknotes. But the stack is tall, a few of the books thick.

Or, 5 things May learns about MJ from Peter, and one things she learns from MJ.

blanketus burritoson and the photograph predicament (ao3) - doofusface G, 6k

Summary: “But anyway—the Blanket Burrito, my second-tier Watson,” she says, tilting her head at Peter, “is the greatest person I have ever met. And I’m gonna marry that sucker, if he makes the mistake of falling in love with me.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Peter comments with blinding speed, and Ned drops a sandwich in the background.

Can You Just Hold Me? (ao3) - spideysmjs E, 37k

Summary: “I’ve thought about this for a long time,” she moans as his strokes move faster. “I always–”

“Me too,” he says, moving his mouth from her neck to her mouth, peppering multiple kisses while slams into her. “All the time.”

“Yeah,” she breathes. “And it’s everything I thought it would be.”

“Everything.”

Peter and MJ hook up, and everything falls apart before it comes back together.

do you wave your brassiere at me, miss? (ao3) - intrepidment, 5k M, 5k

Summary: Peter questions his sanity on a Tuesday afternoon when Michelle casually reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra before depositing it on his bed.

Flower Looks Good (in Your Hair) (ao3) - Machiavelien M, 12k

Summary: Peter, infamous hitman for the Stark crime family, and SHIELD's top agent Michelle Jones got married without knowing about each other's double lives. After a botched hit job, hilarity and sexy adventures ensue as the rival killers deal with the fallout from sleeping with the enemy.

flowers you keep when you work at a flower shop (ao3) - peculiarblue G, 9k

Summary: a series of nights peter visits mj at work, a little flower shop on the corner six blocks from her house, and learns about the meanings of flowers

alternatively: a series of nights mj lets herself fall in love with her superhero best friend all without realizing he's totally in love with her too

i am your sweetheart psychopathic crush (ao3) - adashofhope T, 14k

Summary: peter parker comes to an earth shattering realisation during decathlon practice. with the help of tony stark, ned leeds and a very vague article about having crushes, peter decides to get the girl once and for all (in a non-sexist way, of course because god knows the girl in question would kill him if he ever said that).

mostly fluff, angst only towards the end. but don't worry, it's a happy ending! because i am soft.

Just A Memory (ao3) - justmattycakes T, 24k

Summary: With Chitauri aliens pouring through the Breach, humanity has been pushed to the brink of extinction, pinning its final hopes on Tony Stark's ailing JAEGAR program and his brilliant plan: a washed-up former Jaeger pilot (Michelle Jones) and his own eager protege (Peter Parker). Will Peter and Michelle find love - and each other - in the drift? And can these dumb kids cancel the apocalypse? Tune in to find out!

just friend things (ao3) - flying_snowmen M, 5k

Summary: Peter doesn’t bring anything up at dinner even though May is giving him some serious side eye and can’t stop looking at him with that contemplative look of hers. And then, while he’s washing the dishes and handing them to her to dry, she asks, nonchalant as she can manage, “So when did you and Michelle start dating?”

“MJ and I are just friends.”

Or, a story in which Peter and Michelle insist that they are just friends, to the belief of no one around them.

Midtown Mercenary (ao3) - spideybrells (amethyinst) T, 48k

Summary: Michelle Jones. You want something done? You call her, you take her price and it’s done, no questions asked.

She’s never refused a job. Helping cheat on a final? Crisp $35. Want someone to ask your crush out for you? $15, but if you want something extravagant that’s $30 and you pay for supplies. Get proof of the supposed love of your life getting anatomy lessons with someone who definitely isn’t you behind the alleyway by the garbage bins? That’ll be $85, and an extra $20 if they’re naked (for the emotional trauma).

“Jones,” growls Flash, slamming his wallet on the cafeteria table. “Find out who Spider-Man is, and find out how Parker knows him.”

She thinks for a half-moment. That’s longer than she’s ever considered a deal. “500, Thompson, and I want a new camera.”

Pride (ao3) - ottertrashpalace T, 7k

Summary: MJ considers it her honor and her duty to take Peter to his first pride parade after he comes out to her. Needless to say, this involves blue lipstick, famous drag queens, and incredibly attractive displays of spider-strength. She considers herself lucky.

Quantum Entanglement (ao3) - WanderingWordsmith M, 102k

Summary: The untold story of Michelle Jone's tragic past and how she falls in love with a skinny nerd from Midtown high.

Spin Sorrow Into Silk (ao3) - Machiavelien E, 67k

Summary: Back in NYC from college for the summer, MJ tries to figure out where things stand with Peter, her roommate and sometimes boyfriend. Things get complicated when she makes a new friend and Spider-Man contends with a new masked cat burglar in town.

the conversations we've had 'til 4am (ao3) - interstellarbeams T, 17k

Summary: Peter Parker needed a new roommate and fast, but he never imagined that he would be living with his pseudo-friend from high school, Michelle Jones.

The Double Life of Peter Parker (ao3) - CuriousNymph T, 55k

Summary: Peter Parker believes that life might go back to how it normally is - swinging about rooftops and handing in Math homework; Michelle Jones hopes that life will go back to how it used to be - before she had a major crush on Peter Parker.

But life is not nearly so simple. So when Spidey swings by to help Michelle find her stolen bag, she becomes determined to uncover the webslinger's identity. And with said emerging crush seriously not letting up, what could possibly be worse than a crush on Spider-Man developing as well?

Sometimes Michelle wishes her life was just normal for a change.

these secrets will keep (here in the dark) (ao3) - SmilinStar T, 22k

Summary: Or: Kidnapped and tied together, Peter and MJ play a little game of ‘Truth and Truth.’

to you, i bequeath all of our yesterdays (ao3) - intrepidment T, 3k

Summary: The progression of something more between Peter and Michelle, as seen by everyone else.

Underneath the Smiles (ao3) - Peps4lyfe T, 173k

Summary: It’s been a couple months since the homecoming fiasco. Peter struggles through the rest of his sophomore year, filled with nightmares that won’t go away, anxiety attacks that hit him hard and managing an unexpected crush on Michelle Jones. Tony Stark is there day in and day out to help Peter through his hard times but as the year goes by, they realize Michelle doesn’t have it easy, either.

#themculibrary #peter parker #michelle jones #spideychelle #spideychelle masterlist #spiderman #masterlists #f/m

[satuguro]

don’t say that you love me | pt. 2

IN WHICH: harry osborn is too persuasive for his own good, and y/n needs a getaway.

INSPO: how to be yours — chris renzema, the night we met — lord huron, my recent break up :))

NOTES: i didn’t expect this much love on my last fic. thank you all so much, and i hope this new year and decade brings you all joy <3 i also love the idea of having timothee chalamet as harry osborn, so that’s who i’m “casting” as harry in my fic lmao

LINKS: part one, part two

For days, you found yourself sluggishly walking to your classes, barely able to take your mind off of anything but Peter Parker, much to your discontent.

When they say that you can never stop thinking about people you care about, they weren’t kidding. Before, you scoffed every time Betty stressfully texted you about how everything reminded her of her ex, advising her to, “If he’s not thinking about you, don’t think of him.”

Now you understood. You wanted him to think of you, to look at the hoodie you made Ned give back to him, and have his heart hurt as much as you did. But looking at him longingly from across the classroom, watching as he laughed with Mj Watson— you doubted his heart hurt. He was happy; happier without you by his side.

“Hey. You wanna add the acid?” Your partner, Harry Osborn, nudged your shoulder gently as he spoke.

Blinking to get yourself out of your trance, you nodded solemnly as you took the dropper with the acid, dropping a few drops into the boiling beaker without so much as a sigh. You were glum, that much was obvious, but Harry couldn’t help but snort to himself at your sigh.

“Wow, I’m not that bad, you know.”

“What?” As if in a spell, you looked at him with confusion. It took a few seconds for his words to fully process in your head. “Oh. No, not you, Osborn.” You shook your head, placing your head in your hands as you tried to make yourself snap out of it. He didn’t have the right to be in your head so much.

“I thought we were on a first name basis!” Harry gasped, feigning shock as you hit him lightly on the shoulder with a roll of your eyes. Chuckling to himself, Harry stated, “I’m kidding, Y/N. I know that Parker’s the reason why you’re all down.” Harry, with his nonchalant tone and cheeky smile, made you scoff as you looked back at your lab book as if you were paying attention. You were, of course.

“The chemicals are burning, Harry.”

“What? Oh, shit.” Hastily, Harry grabbed the tongs, picking up the smoking beaker and setting it aside. Your chemistry teacher was eyeing you both as Harry offered an innocent smile that you couldn’t help but chuckle at. It was nice to laugh for once.

•

“Do you want him as a rebound?”

The sudden question caught you off guard, pulling your attention away from the chemistry notes that were sprawled out in front of you. To the right of you, a boy shushed you and Betty harshly.

A frown tugged at the sides of your lips as you tilting your head to the side. “Who as a rebound? I’m too tired for this,” you sighed.

“Yes, a rebound! Are you gonna have Harry Osborn as a rebound guy or not?” Betty questioned, excitement evident as she pulled the chair out from in front of you with a screech and sat down. She plopped her things to the side loudly, rolling her eyes as the same boy shushed her.

With one turn of her head, Betty shushed him back before focusing back towards the task at hand: you.

“What— No! Why would I? I mean, should I?” Your brows furrowed. Betty knew more about relationships than you ever could know— was having a rebound guy normal?

“Why not?” The smile she had on her face was ecstatic, enthusiastic, even. “Word in the halls say that he likes you a lot,” she explained, her grin growing as a gleam of mischief caught in her eye. Of course she’d know about his liking to you before you did; Betty was a sucker for gossip. You knew there was no saying no— when Betty had a plan, she was going to execute it in the best way possible.

“I still don’t know why Peter broke up with me, Bets,” you reminded, running a hand down your face as if you were wiping away all the thoughts in your head. “As much as I hate saying it out loud, I’m not over him. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

“Exactly why you should go out with Harry!” Clapping her hands uncharacteristically in excitement, Betty stood up, gathering her things quickly. “My dad should be here about now. But think about it, Y/N!” She waved you goodbye as she left you, alone and even more confused as before, staring at the notes you had made.

You wanted to ask Peter what the reason was for breaking up with you. But how could you do it if you haven’t spoken to him since the ball?

You stayed in the library until the moon hung high over the city and the city lights flashed into the library’s large windows. Your head was in your hands as you read the same paragraph again for what seemed to be the 84th time. You were tired, trying to keep yourself awake for just a little longer.

You left when the janitor yelled at you to.

Trudging down the illuminated streets, your face blank as you tried to remember all the terms you had written down, you barely even noticed the sound of thwips overhead. You were too out of it, too in your own head to even hear the soft sound of a bang and the tiny, “Ow,” that followed.

He had to say something snarky to get your attention.

“Too late for a walk, don’t you think?”

“Says the one who’s out here with me.” You glared towards the voice, your gaze softening when you saw the masked hero of New York— Spider-Man, standing on a light pole in all his red and blue glory. “Oh. You.” You turned away from him, not even acknowledging him for more than five seconds before acting as if he was just another annoying side character to your life.

“You’re nice,” the hero hummed, his tone playful as he swung to the next light pole ahead. His composure was calm and collective, but unknown to you, Peter Parker’s heart was beating too fast for his body as he followed you down the sidewalk. Of all the ways he could’ve tried to talk to you, this had to be the worst way to do it. “So,” he jumped onto the ground, landing perfectly on his feet alongside you, “am I going to have to ask why you’re walking outside at 3 am on a Wednesday?”

“School’s beating me with a bat. That’s all.”

“Oh.” Peter frowned from under the mask. Worry surged in his veins, much to his own guilt, and he found himself tapping you on the shoulder as he offered you his hand. “Do you, uh, want a ride?”

“A ride?” Your eyes widened, the deep purple bags that hung under them now gone as you looked at him with shock. Your lack of sleep was softening your reactions, making it as if you were speaking with a random boy rather than New York’s masked hero. “I mean—“

“It’s better and safer than walking alone on the street,” Peter added, the whites of his suit wide as he tried to persuade you. Whether it was the guilt in his stomach or his automatic concern for people’s safety, some part of him needed to know that you made it home safe. “Please; it’s the least I can do.”

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, your face uncertain but the aching in your body screaming otherwise. Hesitantly, you took his hand, holding it tightly as you moved closer to him. “Go ahead, Spidey.” The nickname was quick, a common one, but one that Peter found himself smiling at as he shot a web up into the sky.

His hands found its way around your waist, holding you flush against him as he brought the both of you up above the roads of New York. The yelp you let out was soon replaced by your laughter as you felt the wind whip your face, the addictive feeling of falling and being caught running through your body. You were more awake than you ever had been in months, your arms wrapped around Spider-Man’s neck as he laughed with you.

The world looked so pretty from the air.

It was over as soon as it began, his feet landing on your light-decorated balcony with a soft thump. He let you go gently, unwrapping his arms from you and allowing you to step back. Your hair was a mess, wild and tangled from the wind, but a grateful smile was etched on your face.

“Thank you— I needed that,” you murmured, shifting your things as you looked into the whites of the hero’s mask.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s no problem,” Peter stammered, heart beating hard as he looked at you. You were beautiful. But as the thought came, so did new waves of guilt and anger towards himself come. Frowning from under the mask, he shook his head to himself as he jumped up to the balcony railing. Offering a playful salute, he swung away, ignoring the aching in his heart.

That night, as you laid in your bed thinking of the kind hero, a thought came into your mind that made your heart stop.

You never told him where you had lived.

Peter felt guilty.

He had nearly crashed into multiple buildings on his way home. His mind, much to his discontent, couldn’t think of anything else other than you. What he had done to you was nothing like him— but that didn’t change the fact that he still did it.

He was so screwed.

You didn’t encounter Peter Parker until you attended a New Years' party at the Osborn’s house.

Naturally, you were invited. Harry had made it his very duty to pull you out of the deep hole Peter had left you in, even if you had little to no interest in attending any party in the first place. But Harry, with his dimpled smiles and cheeky persuasive comments, had no problem convincing you to go. He had claimed that he could’ve taken you to the ball drop to see it in person, but he didn’t want to deal with all the other people there.

You picked at the rim of your cliche red solo cup, hesitant as you stood on the sidelines of the party. You had lost Harry ages ago— the boy was like a hummingbird, flying from one person to another with his hair wild and energy practically radiating off of him. You didn’t mind it; it was his party, after all. You didn’t know how he could be so energetic with no alcohol in his veins; he had told you that he didn’t plan on drinking throughout the entirety of the party, for he saw everyone at his party as his responsibility.

The loud thumping of the bass was all that filled your mind as you sipped the punch you had poured. It tasted strongly of vodka, poignant on your tongue as you swallowed it down with a slight wince. You weren’t used to drinking, but the want to have a good time was strong in your mind as you tilted your head back. You forced the alcohol down, wanting to have a good memory ( if you could even remember the next day ) after the days of stress and sadness.

The rest was a blur. Harry had found you ( or maybe you found him— you didn’t know ) and had led you to the dance floor, jumping along with you to the beat of the music. He had tied his tie around your head like a bandanna, yelling something about “making sure boys know you’d beat them up.” You were laughing, joking around and yelling lyrics with him as both of you danced like idiots. Harry’s hand was holding yours, making sure you weren’t going to drown into the crowd as the both of you danced. You had lost track of the time and the refills of punch you had, your world spinning and the lights hitting your face as if you had fallen straight out of Euphoria.

Giggling to yourself, you dragged Harry out of the crowd and brought him to the punch bowl ( again ). You reached for the ladle like a child, only for it to be taken away by Harry.

“You’re drinking like my Aunt Jackie on Thanksgiving,” he stated, keeping the ladle away from you, watching your pouting face with amusement.

“I’m not Aunt Jackie,” you replied blatantly, practically leaning against him and the table for support as you tried to make yourself sound serious. At your woozy tone, Harry chuckled and shook his head, curls bouncing every which way.

“I know, Y/N.”

You shoved yourself dramatically against the table, the dancing of the others in front of you catching your eye and making you stare. Thoughts, most of them unintelligible, bounced around in your head. You were frowning now, moods swinging as you tried to focus on one thing at a time.

“I miss him,” you announced.

“I know you do.” Harry stood next to you, his hands on the table behind him as he looked at you. Your chest was heaving from the dancing, your cheeks red as you stared blankly at the dancing bodies. “Hey,” he nudged you gently, catching your attention. “You’ll get over him. I know you will.” Despite his voice being soft, it still stood out from the chaos around the two of you.

One side of your mouth twitched upwards. “You think so?”

Harry’s terrible attention span reached him before your words could. “New Year’s! It’s almost here!” He took your hand, weaving you through the people as he led the both of you to the living room.

There, the projector showed the New York ball drop in real-time. Thirty seconds flashed on the timer as Anderson Cooper spoke about something that none of you were interested in in the slightest.

Harry pulled you onto the oak wood table in the middle of the living room, holding you close to him so that your wobbly legs wouldn’t bring you off the edge. You flashed him a grin, placing your hands around his neck messily as you both looked at the projector.

“Here it is! Three!” Harry yelled, cheering with everyone else as people began to pair up.

“Two!” Your eyes, wandering and heavy, landed on an image that made you want to throw up. In the corner, hidden and away from the rest of the world.

Peter and Mj.

“One!” Mj’s arms were thrown over his neck, bringing him closer to her. Peter, with an adoring smile, closed his eyes as he leaned his face closer to hers.

You tore your eyes away from them, focusing on Harry’s smiling face as he waited for the ball to drop. Before he could yell out a “Happy New Year,” you took his face, leaning it down to yours. Only then did you pause, before he gave you a reassuring smile that made you land your lips onto his.

“Happy New Year!” You shut your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks as you deepened the kiss. It was desperate, an escape from the reality that stood across the room from you and Harry.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagines #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagines #peter parker angst #spider-man #spider man #spider man: homecoming #spider man: ffh #spider man imagines #betty brant #mj watson #marvel imagines #marvel #ned leeds #tom holland angst

[blushing-starker]

Sweet Mable, aka @drarryismyshit07 , squealed with me about a little Peter and his daddies. Tagging @professional-benaddict because I'm a sucker for Rafni's validation (who isn't, to be honest?).

He cares about his daddies and Peter would rather sleep without Padds for a week than see them sleep deprived and bleary eyed. So yeah, he technically broke the rules. But! MJ took him to daddies ' office and made sure Peter was safe the entire time. He was well behaved and patient, a very important fact Peter emphasized to Tony and Stephen as they stifled fond chuckles and lifted him over a yucky puddle. MJ, bless her, solemnly swears he's telling the truth. Now all he has to do is convince them, "It was Mr Paddington that missed you, daddies. He needed you for cuddles. I told him you were at work, but he didn't listen. I was going to take nappies when he got impatient and worried. Daddy told me to listen to Papa Stephen and he always says to be kind and considerate. I wasn't gonna let him be sad, so we decided to come get you."

It takes Stephen's entire self control to not laugh when confronted with those bright puppy eyes and confident grin. There's just a hint of something sly curling pink lips and he makes a note to dissuade Tony from teaching their baby court tactics. If Peter whips out the fluttering lashes, rosy cheeks,

(Im so sorry, but as I'm writing this, Umbrella came on and I am dying, oh jesus, my thoughts just completely derailed. Oh, I'm dead.)

curved shoulders, and teasing grin, they will be done for. As it is, Tony looks ready to spend their complete bank account on Peter. Well. He always looks like that, but now there's a Cheshire grin on his boyfriend's face and dammit, why is Stephen stuck with being the logical one?

"Baby, we appreciate your... compassion with Mr Paddington and your worry over us. It makes us very happy, knowing our little prince cares about us so much that he'd come so far from home to get his daddies," it's a five minute ride, but still, he's a sucker for Peter, he'll fib, " and I'm so proud you came with MJ instead of alone. That was an extremely mature thing to do, darling. Now, when we get home, Tony and I will take a quick shower and cuddle with Mr Paddington and with our sweet boy. But we'll talk tomorrow, ok? Next time you're worried, I want you to call just in case daddy and I aren't in the office. We don't want you, I mean, Paddy to come over, not see us and be sad. Right, Tony? "

His boyfriend is staring at Peter like he hung the fucking moon. A sharp elbow to his ribs has Tony doubling over, wheezing and groaning into Peter's neck.

"Right, Tony?"

"Yeah, right, babe. Don't want Paddy being sad. Oh, damn. Don't move, Pete." Tony's gasping the words out, face flushed and eyes teary. Stephen may have hit him a bit too hard. Their baby soothes New York's most ruthless lawyer, runs soft hands down a designer suit jacket reverently and carefully. Peter smiles at him, love so clear in his eyes that he melts.

Maybe Peter should visit more often, after all.

#my moodboards #starker #peter x tony #peter parker x tony stark #peter parker #tony stark #ironspider #starkerstrange #strangestarker #peterxstephen #Stephen Strange #little!Peter #Stephen x Tony #Stephen x Tony x Peter

[fairisfair]

Which are your all time favourite stories / characters and why??

You are so sweet to send me this! I write about 6 paragraphs in my head to the last ask you sent every day about my OC's and then when I sit down to actually write it at my laptop I... don't. So this one I will answer right away!

How do I choose between all my fictional children . . . I suppose the overarching umbrella I love the most would be fantasy! Having wings or magical powers, fairy dimensions or enchanted castles -- we don't have those reality, so it's lovely to escape to! One reason I love CGI's development is that every day it gets more and more advanced and we really feel like we're there!

I grew up immersed in a "nerdy/geeky" world because of my dad. His whole house is mar.vel, d.c, star tr.ek and star war.s, with comics everywhere and lots of movie statues! (now he's in an airplane phase... there's no space in this house...) Was I brainwashed from an early age? It's funny because while people are very die hard "THIS company, ride or die, I hate the competition" my dad loves them all, so I grew up in a very neutral household. I love D.C. and M.arvel, Star Tr.ek and Star Wa.rs and... even some really aged tv shows like The Flas.h from the 80's or Won.der Woman with Lynda Carter because they are fun, goofy and contain the "pure heart" aspect of heroines and heroes (without all the angst of these modern dramas). Was I brainwashed from an early age?

The first Harr.y Potter movie came out when I was a child and I devoured the series as I grew and more books/movies were released. Although it certainly has its problems (most of which I feel like come with J.K.'s "after facts") I learned so much from the characters and world. It's corny... but sometimes I had those books when I had no one else. They inspired me to become a writer and an actress. I remember thinking: how can I escape into these places like a Triwiz.ard Tourn.ament? Or a quiddi.tch game? I'd have to be an actress and get on set! There's still FB.AWTFT movies coming out... my time to shine is AT HAND . . . I also admire Emma SO MUCH and really look up to her as a person and an actress. The third movie and third book are my favorite. The spine of POA is completely broken and a whole chunk of the book comes out.

I am a huge Disn.ey fan as a side branch of my love for fantasy. Everyone in my life knows this, but as I'm older now and more educated I've learned to take all the movies with a grain of salt, both past and present (Ok, but 2015 Ci.nderella might be the darn perfect exception). The Little Mermaid is my favorite (hence why I use her as my mun icons!) But I mean, she was sixteen and if she knew how to write why didn't she read the fine print in that contract?!

The Little Mermaid was huge for me. I knew all the words to the songs right away. I think it really inspired my love of fantasy (my fav creatures being mermaids and fairies). I think it also spawned my love of redhead characters like MJ Wat.son, Firestar, Jean Gr.ey, Kim Po.ssible, Natash.a Romanov and Thumbelina! Ariel shows how following your heart is a good thing, even if it's scary and takes you away from your comfort zone and safe people. Love can cross worlds so that a mermaid and human can be together! ROMANTIC AS HELL.

Last but not least I must absolutely give a shout out to the REAL world by marking the Austen Era. Granted her works are non-fiction, but they take place in our world in a historic time of lovely flower printed dresses and ribbons! (I'm actually reading an Austen-esque book right now!) I definitely inherited my romantic 18th century whimsy from my mother (who was SEATHING that The Tenant Of Wilford Hall did not result in happy matrimony). Also in historical fiction: Doctor Zhivago! It is my favorite book and I am a SUCKER for the Keira adaptation for Masterpiece Theatre.

To sum up, I love tall dark handsome broody boys mostly with brown eyes and shaggy hair (with a few exceptions), but I love strong female characters the most. Those like Gwe.n Stacy, Lizzie Benn.et, Sab.rina Spell.man or Elizabeth Swan.n who adapt, grow and stay true to themselves. Soft glitter heart girls like Sail.or Moon, Tohru H.onda and Catherine Mo.rland are just as important and loved!

Childhood characters I grew up loving: the velveteen rabbit, the steadfast tin soldier, fairytale princesses and princes, chrysanthemum the mouse, the kissing hand raccoon, marshmallow the white fluffy bunny, Madeline, pooh & friends and peter rabbit.

#you all just got a lonnnngggg look behind the curtain! #thank you for such thoughtful in depth asks! #I loved thinking about all the characters I love!

[sarcastically-defensive17]

Party? - P. Parker x O.F.C.

Was totally meant to post this on Halloween but LOL SORRY

Hope you enjoy this, my darlings! I had heaps of fun writing this and exploring the OFC! I’m always a sucker for a little (long) fluffy Petey fic.

- Caz

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

High school was an atrocity of many forms.

The cliques, the bitching, the stress, the finals. But most of all, Flash Thompson.

In a previous life, Flash would have ruled the roost as a self-righteous jock who believed all should bow to him because he could throw a ball 20 yards. In this life, Flash was a brainiac. He used intelligence as if it was his super power, earning him popularity and allowing his vindictive ego to flourish until even the popular kids believed they should bow to him.

In truth, Flash was no more intelligent than any other averagely gifted student at Midtown Science High. His intelligence quivered in the shadow of Peter Parker’s and Flash knew so; hence, sweet, lovable Peter - with his soft puppy eyes and his beautiful brown curls - became a target for Flash’s childish jokes.

The only person who would call Flash out on his bullshit was the one person he was afraid of; his twin sister, Edith.

Edith Thompson. Short, beautiful olive skin, a sarcastic smile that could make anybody flinch, kind eyes, haphazardly chopped brown hair and a bored expression that she often directed towards her brother - who was younger by 16 and a half minutes.

She had often stood up for Peter, showing him and his friends nothing but kindness. Edith was part of the popular clique, and while she enjoyed it, she hated the people. She didn’t hate her brother, but she hated the way he had grown to act in the presence of othersl. In actuality, he was a kind person, empathetic and helpful.

Edith was often known as the mean one in their family, as she rarely allowed somebody to hold something over her. That was evidenced when her uncle told her to focus less on her studies and more on learning to cook. Her uncle no longer allows himself to hold a conversation with Edith anymore, for fear of being ridiculed for his growing misogyny, historic views and all round “douche-baginess”.

But alas, Flash was a man full of secrets, and he used his popularity and viper tongue to disguise his anger and fear of those secrets being found out. As a result, Edith found herself looking out for Peter Parker and his friends.

Peter on the other hand, had no idea why Edith Thompson, one of the popular kids and sister to the head honcho, Flash Thompson, cared enough about his existence to call her brother out.

He admired the woman. He wouldn’t go as far as saying that he had a crush on her - because he knew a popular girl was far above his punching weight - but he did find her to be sweet, generous, beautiful inside and out. He was completely enamored by her.

He also couldn’t deny how his heart slightly skipped a beat when she personally invited him, Ned, Betty and Mj to the Halloween party her brother was holding.

She leaned against his locker one day after class, blocking him from opening it, sending a wolffish grin to himself and the small group of friends that were trailing beside him. As soon as he felt her gaze on him, he blushed uncontrollably.

It only made her grin widen.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite group of smart people,” she drawled. “You busy Halloween night?”

Peter gaped like a fish, confused at the question.

“Well I’m stuck being dragged by my little sister to strangers houses so she can do exactly the opposite of not taking candy from a stranger, so I’m out of whatever you’re planning.” MJ sounded bored with the idea. They got on like a house on fire, and both were happy to call the other a friend. They shared their art class, and the two would often spend the time complaining about anything they could think of.

“We’re going to a haunted house,” Ned chirped, Betty beaming from his side. The two were deeply immersed in the honeymoon stage. It was sickening but also heartwarming to see the two so enamored with one another. Edith couldn’t help but smile as she nodded at his words.

Within milliseconds her eyes were on Peter, watching him all but squirm under her gaze. She quirked an eyebrow at him, waiting for an answer.

None came. She sighed, “Come on Petey. I’m 0 for 3 at the moment. I need somebody to hang out with while my brother and his goons overrun the house with their lame halloween party,” she snatched his hand into hers, holding it in both of her smaller appendages and smiling brightly at him.

He brought his eyes up to hers. He didn’t want to go to the party, but he couldn’t think of any excuse to tell her otherwise. He couldn’t exactly say that he was spending the night on patrol as Spider-Man. Instead he simply said, “Uh, yeah sure. I’m free.”

She pressed a kiss to his knuckles, watching the redness spread to the tips of his ears. “That’s why you’re my favourite - sorry MJ.” She dropped his hand, pulling a piece of paper out of her pocket. On it, was scribbled a number, and an address. “Text me later and i’ll tell you what time.”

She left with a wink, beaming as she walked away. She genuinely enjoyed the company of the four friends, and while she was hoping that more of them would be free to hang out with her, she couldn’t deny the butterflies that flooded her stomach at the thought of Peter coming.

Behind her, Peter watched her figure retreat into the crowd of people, faintly seeing her hand come out and smack her brother on the back of the head as she walked past him.

Ned and MJ were looking at him cautiously, the blush on his skin still not fading. He had said all of 5 words to her, and even then, that was a feat.

“Dude, if you come out of that party having not confessed your intense crush on her, I think I may die from the second hand embarrassment I feel whenever she’s around you,” MJ laughed, rolling her shoulders as if to brush the feeling off. “Honestly, I feel like I need a shower to clean all of your oozing adoration.”

Peter snapped out of his gaze, turning to glare at the woman. “What are you saying? I don’t have a crush on Edith Thompson! She’s Flash’s-“

“Oh my god, we know she is Flash’s sister, but she obviously has a thing for you! She kissed you!” Ned added.

“She kissed my hand!”

“She wanted you to go hang out with her,” Betty interjected, distracted with her phone.

“She wanted all of us to go!”

MJ sighed, “And you’re nervous about hanging out with her.”

Peter groaned loudly, attracting the attention of a few passerby’s as he pulled his locker open a bit too hard. He tried to ignore the sound of the creaking metal. He was definitely nervous. He was excited, but terrified.

“Okay, fine. Maybe I am a little nervous.” He tilted his neck back, lowering his voice as Flash walked past. “She’s Edith. Shes popular and I won’t have any back up!”

Betty looked at Peter with sympathy, feeling sorry for the man. She directed the same look at Ned. Ned’s eyes widened as he realized what exactly Betty was thinking.

With a sigh he turned to his best friend, “What if Betty and I come with you? We can go to the haunted house later.”

Peters protest was met with a flick on the forehead from MJ. “I’ll be there too. Once the demon goes to bed, I’ll escape to your rescue.”

“So you have backup for when you want some alone time with Miss Thompson,” Betty winked at him, smirking at the groan that escaped his lips and the sound of his forehead clanging against a shelf in his locker following by a grumble of pain.

~~~~~

The Thompson house was well kept. Responding in Midtown Manhattan, it was exquisite like the properties flanking it. Walking distance to Central Park, close enough to school that Flash didn’t need to drive, but instead preferred to draw attention in his fathers Audi. Both Edith and Flash had their license, their birthdays a few months before Peter’s, but the elder twin preferred to walk to school or ride her bike.

Peter had never seen the house before. He knew that some people in his class had fancy houses - Liz Allen’s house was evidence enough - but with the way Flash Thompson held himself, Peter thought their house would be a mansion.

The party had begun already. The sight of various of his classmates downing liquid from red cups, grinding against one another, dressed in both elaborate, and barely obvious Halloween costumes.

He felt as if he stuck out like a very sore thumb. He couldn’t think of a costume, so he made the bold decision of wearing his Spider-Man suit, with a basic pair of jeans on top. He forwent the mask, but deeply regretted his decision. As soon as he walked in the door, Flash saw him.

He was sitting on a large lounge, people fawning around him. He was dressed as Frankenstein’s monster.

There were cups set out on the table in front of them, people bouncing quarters off of the table as a drinking game.

Flash smirked at Peter’s arrival. “Hey Penis Parker! Did you get that suit from your Stark Internship?” He mocked. “Should have picked up a Black Widow one-“

Edith smacked him in the back of the head as she walked past the lounge. “Shut it.”

She had decided on a vampire costume, which was really a large band shirt tucked into a leather mini skirt. She had fake blood dripping from her mouth, down her neck, and completed the look with vampire fangs.

She looked divine, but Peter wouldn’t let himself admit it.

She approached him, smiling a toothy welcome, showing the false fangs in the process. “How you doing, Petey? Thanks for coming.”

He struggled to bring his eyes up from her mouth, her smile was enamoring. “No-No problem. Happy to be here.”

She nodded towards the rest of the house, signaling for him to follow. She was wearing black vans, showing her short stature.

“I like your costume. Like a laidback Spider-Man.” She surveyed him young and down, and Peter tried not to shrink under her gaze. The blush was evident. “You look hot.”

“Oh! Um, you too?” He sputtered, eyes wide, more of a question than an admission. Edith simply chuckled, sending him a wink as she led him to the kitchen.

She poured herself a glass of water, preferring to stay sober to make sure Flash didn’t ruin their house. She was raised with expectations of taking care of him when he got himself into trouble, so it was the least she could do to stay on top of his nuisance behavior.

“What’s your poison tonight, peter?” She asked, sipping her own drink. “You getting onto alcohol or are you gonna take the path of the sober loner with me?”

He had always pictured Edith to be a party girl - after all, she was Flash’s sister. “I’m fine with just water, thanks. I don’t drink.”

A few of Flash’s friends made their way to the kitchen, cracking jokes among themselves and eyeing Edith and Peter. The latter did his best to ignore them, feeling more uncomfortable being there by the second, but he was surprised to see Edith looking as out of place as he did.

One of them, a tall, slightly buff man with a 5 o’clock shadow brushed up against her back as he went to get a cup. He eyed peter with a smirk, leaning down to Edith ear. He made no effort to cover his whisper, “When you get sick of this nerdy weasel, you should come find me. I’m happy to show you what a real man is when he disappoints.” The unnamed jock blew a kiss at Peter before slapping Edith harshly on the behind.

Peter stepped forward to punch the asshole, but his chance was taken when Edith grabbed his wrist and put him in a chicken wing hold. The douchebags friends gasped and jeered, watching the 5”3 girl throw their friend against the kitchen counter.

Edith flicked her hair over her shoulder and leaned down to his ear, her vampire fangs shifting her appearance to a more threatening vibe.

“Rule number one of being in my house: don’t ever fucking touch me. Rule number 2: don’t overestimate how much of a good time you can bring to the table, and rule number three,” she turned to look at peter, “A real man doesn’t put his hands on another person, and you are not even half the man Peter is. So keep your hands to yourself, baby.”

She let him go, grabbing her drink and Peter’s arm and rushing out of the kitchen.

“Edith?” He asked, his worry growing the more she pulled him along without a word. He didn’t know where they were going. “Edith, are you okay?”

She dragged him outside, to the backyard specifically. They walked until they reached an old wooden staircase. It led to a treehouse to which the years have not been kind to. Peter was skeptical and didn’t quite trust the wood to hold any weight, let alone that of two people.

She went to drag him up the stairs but he wouldn’t move, pulling her back slightly. “Edith, are you okay? What happened with that guy seemed like it was about more than his disgusting attitude.”

She couldn’t deny how innocently cute peter looked. There was faint lighting, the moon providing most of the source, and the concern in his eyes shone true. It had been the first time he spoke to her all night without hesitance its nervousness lacing his tone. Perhaps it was the first time since they started at school together.

She didn’t particularly want to open up, but out of all people, she desperately wanted to know Peter, and for him to know her. Her feelings for him were too strong.

A soft sigh left her stained lips, “Just... cmon up and I’ll tell you, okay?”

She started walking up the stairs, the creaking of the old wood familiar on her ears.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Peter frowned, brown curls falling over his forehead. “It sounds like it’s going to break any second-“

She turned back to face him, her hair, almost as short as his own, flying around her. “There is nothing wrong with this tree house. If it’s going to break then you can just use your spider detector thingy and let me know.”

“Yeah you have a good point,” he nodded, moving towards the staircase, but then realisation of her words set in. He snapped his head back up her, only to see her walking through the door of the treehouse with a smirk on her face. He took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the exhausted groans that followed each thudding footstep. “What did you just say?”

She had made herself comfortable on a bean bag that looked far more new than the surrounding wood did. Her dainty hand reached across and flicked a switch, and within seconds almost two dozen fairy lights shone in the space.

“Hey MTV, welcome to my crib,” she grinned, dorkish glee in her eyes ignoring the fear on his face. His brows were high, his face pale. “Okay, okay, fine. I notice things, and one of those things, is that you’re a badass superhero.” She was picking at her fingers, suddenly so aware that Peter may be furious at her for finding out his secret.

“What? No! I’m just Peter. I can barely walk without tripping over my own feet, how could I be Spider-Man-“

She sighed loudly, interrupting his rambling. She raised a brow, trying not to smile. “I have an internship with Stark Industries. I’m a lab assistant, getting credit and extra-curricula’s for college apps.” She shook her head. “I got curious as to why I never saw you there, and I asked Tony Stark about you. He said he had never heard of you before.”

“That doesn’t mean that I’m Spider-Man!” He was visibly nervous, shaking hands and gaping mouth. Edith found it adorable. “Tony just works a lot. I don’t work with him all of the time so he wouldn’t remember me over people that are more important-“

“Not to mention that you came to school one day with no glasses, no inhaler, you’re buff as hell, and you’re literally wearing an authentic Spider-Man suit.” She rose from the bean bag, walking close enough that she could press her hand against his chest. His heartbeat was static underneath her palm. “Unless this is like, the best replica ever made, you’re Spider-Man. I’m kind of obsessed with him - well, you.”

“You’re obsessed with me?” He whispered, the smell of her perfume filling his senses.

She lifted her hand to his chin, taking him by surprise before she turned his head slightly to the left. His eyes locked into a wall full of newspapers where the headline focused on a superhero.

“I’ve been documenting since Iron Man came onto the scene in ‘08.” He turned his head back to her, but her eyes were turned down. He could faintly see a pink tinge in the tips of her ears.

He nodded softly, breathing out a heavy inhale. He tried to force his fear to subside, “Okay. You know my secret. I’m Spider-Man.” He stepped around her, careful not to touch her. His feet carried him to the other bean bag. It was a dark blue colour, a contrast against the red one that Edith made her way to. He guessed they were for her and Flash. “So, since were opening up, what’s your secret?”

Her laugh was melodic, her eyes troublesome. “You can’t handle my secrets, Petey.”

“Try me.” He smiled back at her. Her laughter was infectious. “I want to get to know Edith Thompson as more than the girl who led me to a terrifying tree house just to spill my biggest secret to me.”

She snorted, “I’m not sure there’s much more to me than that.” Her fangs were still in, fitting perfectly against her teeth. Her smile was dazzling, and the feel of her dark eyes on his face felt like he was being watched by a thousand eyes. He was starting to like the feeling. “Alright”, she crossed her leg over the other. “Speak the questions that weigh on your mind and I shall answer.”

“That douche in the kitchen...” he trailed off, watching her carefully. She didn’t bat an eyelid.

“Ex-boyfriend. Convinced to date me by Flash, expected to use me for sex, didn’t like that I have a brain in my head, I developed feelings, he cheated on me, the rest is history,” she smiled small. There was an air of unease around her, it was full of fear. She rarely had the chance to talk to people in this way. “That the answer you were looking for?”

He huffed through a smile, leaning forward onto his elbows. Almost all of his previous nerves had dissipated. After all, Edith Thompson was now one of the few people who knew of his own biggest secret. How much worse could things get? “I don’t really know what to expect from you, Edith, so yeah, I guess it will suffice.”

“What do you mean by that?!” Her voice raided in pitch, eyes crinkling with a smile.

“I mean,” he cleared his throat. “You’re an enigma. You’re popular, you’re intelligent, kind, beautiful, you stand up for people-“

“You think I’m beautiful?” She winked at him, watching as a slight blush rose on his cheeks and he stammered through some words once again.

“I, Uh, I just don’t really get why you talk to people like me, when you have so many people clinging to any bit of attention you give them.” He wrung his hands together, nervous for the answer. The thought had been going over his mind for so long.

Edith Thompson was the most popular woman in school. She had many friends, yet she chose to talk to Peter and his band of outcasts friends. He was the butt of all jokes to her twin brother, yet she gave him the time of day.

It was hard for his brain to completely comprehend that he was sitting in an old treehouse, on the Thompson residence, with Edith Thompson.

“I’m not popular,” she laughed softly. She looked almost sad, but the micro-expresssion was quickly hidden by an empty gaze and the same smile she had plastered on her face since they sat down. “I’m surrounded by people who want to be friends with my brother. I stick around him out of obligation, not desire.” She looked out the small window that was next to them. Of all the things on the property, the treehouse was the most normal. Edith and Flash had built it with their father when they were younger, and Edith got her wish for it to be as average as possible. “I love my brother, but living in his shadow is lonely. You and your friends are the only people who actually go out of their way to talk to me about more than my brother.”

“Then why don’t you just ditch him? His friends are all assholes anyways. Come join the cool club,” the joke inflated his confidence and he found himself winking before he could stop himself.

She snorted, leaning forward slightly. There was something about peter that made her want to open up. He was kind, inside and out.

“If only it were that simple,” she replied, allowing the vague response to linger in Peter’s mind. “Besides, if I weren’t around him, then I wouldn’t be able to smack him every time he’s a dick to you.”

There was a pregnant silence. It was then that the reality of the situation set in. He was at the house of the person who bullied him constantly. The sister of his bully was sitting in front of him, knowing his biggest secret and had confessed a need to defend him whenever her brother was a dick to him. Shame visibly washed over him.

He hung his head. “Y’know, you don’t have to do that.” He focused on a splintering piece of wood on the wall. Despite the damage it still looked stable. “I can defend myself.”

Edith furrowed her brows, “I-I didn’t mean to offend you, Petey. I didn’t mean to say that I was protecting you, it’s just, I know that Eugene is my responsibility to keep in line is all.” In the middle of her sentence she had stretched her body over the gap between them to lay her hand on Peter’s arm to reassure him. “It’s not the first time he has scared somebody away from me.”

“You won’t scare me away,” he smiled at her, almost sadly. “If anything, I would scare you away. I don’t have many friends outside of my little group.”

Friend. The word stuck in her mind, taunting her. She had thought her feelings were obvious to peter. She had constantly felt the need to make sure he was okay, and she routinely protected him from her douche of a brother. She was absolutely smitten with him, and she had been for a long time.

“When Eugene and I were younger, my mother told me that I need to look out for him. He tends to get himself in to trouble out of a constant need for validation. It’s been like that when our dad moved out, but dad tends to favour Eugene because he is doing well in school and has become popular.” Peter’s eyes widened. He had no idea that the Thompson parents were separated let alone that Flash had underlying triggers for his behaviour. Edith raised hair hands, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not excusing him at all. He’s an asshole and that’s the bottom line, but... I don’t know. I just understand him.

“But, he has also shown a tendency to get jealous when a man comes into my life that he doesn’t approve of. He worries that I will leave like dad did.” It was Edith’s turn to have a sad smile. “Whenever I’ve found somebody on my own, he’s made it impossible. And now that I’ve found somebody, I’m worried that he will scare you away.”

Her eyes turned down, not meeting his. The silence was full of electric tension and she fought with her growing regret. She had wanted peter to know how she felt about him, but she hadn’t wanted to pressure him. She wanted to explain her reasons for fearing the loss of him, and why she tends to jump to his defense in the face of Flash.

Peter was quiet for only a minute, but the time it took for the realization of her words to set in felt like hours for the both of them. But when he processed her words effectively, his heart began to race.

Edith Thompson had just confessed that she had feelings for him. His mind was racing with two possibilities: 1. She had figured out that he was Spider-Man and wanted to use him to further her popularity, or 2. Edith was every bit as kind and amazing as he though her to be, and she simply had feelings for him that she wouldn’t pursue.

She watched his hands move. His deft fingers seemed to run along the black spider emblem on his chest, and she could guess where his mind was traveling.

“I’ve been worried about that for a while, Petey.” Never has he seen Edith seen so shy. “Since middle school really. Long before you were Spider-Man and I was in with the popular group.”

Her words corrected his thoughts, and his eyes widened more than they both thought possible. She had always admired his large eyes, needed to stop herself from staring into them multiple times.

She could faintly see the tips of his ears tinge pink once again in the dull light.

Peter knew his next words, but they came as a shock to Edith. “I’m not going anywhere, Edith.”

Her head shaped up, her eyes searching his face from behind her haphazardly chopped bangs.

She allowed a small smile to occupy her lips, slowly stretching larger.

“I really like you,” he whispered to her, leaning forward to grab one of her smaller hands.

Her smile enlarged, showing her teeth in a vampire fanged-grin, “I really like you too, Petey.”

“Do- um,” he looked at his hand where his fingers traced over her knuckles. “Is it alright if I kiss you?”

Her heart felt a flutter at his soft spoken question and as an answer, she leaned forward to close the gap between them, her lips caressing his with such a gentle touch.

All that could be heard between them was the mingling of their breath and the bass or the music from the house.

For the first time, Edith Thompson and Peter Parker sat together, in one another’s arms. They spoke about almost anything, enjoying the company of one another. Peter had even agreed to let Edith take him on a date. They hadn’t even noticed their friends wandering around the party in search of the two of them.

“So...” he began nearly two hours after their original conversation. She hummed in reply. “How did your brother get all of the teachers to only call him ‘Flash’ instead of Eugene?”

She barked out a laugh, not quite knowing the answer herself.

“And why the fuck did he decide to be called ‘Flash’?!”

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Favourite spider man movies scenes with Tom Holland?

Hey! Thanks for stopping by! 

I have so many favorite scenes, but I'll try my best to narrow them down. (And because of who I am as a person, I'm gonna have to go into detail about why I like them--buckle up kids!) 

1. Spider-Man Homecoming: Ned Finds Out

I love this scene so much. Peter taking such care to sneak in, only to turn around and see Ned drop the completed LEGO Death Star? It's a perfect concept. The panic and the BFF conversation that follows is adorable, and I never tire of it. Going beyond all of that, it's the first time in a Spider-Man movie that we see someone Peter is very close to--in this case, his best friend--finding out his secret almost from the start. I love that because it's so much more fun to see this young version of Peter Parker share his excitement about being a superhero rather than letting it be all gloom and doom, a burden only he knows about. 

2. Spider-Man Homecoming: The Car Scene

This scene, and even the one leading up to it where Peter picks up Liz, is everything. The tension building as Toomes pieces everything together, contrasted by Liz just being a teenager, is brilliant. I was so on-edge watching it in the theater, and so was everyone else--you could hear a pin drop. Michael Keaton is terrifying and he plays this perfectly. When he threatens Peter and then forces him to say "thank you" for "saving his life," my blood boils. Masterfully crafted scene. 

3. Spider-Man Homecoming: Trapped

Disclaimer: I've heard this is a scene from the comics and that some think it was disappointing in this film, but as I've not read the comics, all I can go off of is my reaction to this scene on its own. And I LOVE this scene. I'm such a sucker for youngsters overcoming adversity and proving something to themselves, and that's exactly what Peter does here. I think Tom is amazing. He sells the fact that Peter's a scared kid so well with his panic and cries for help and it's absolutely heartbreaking. (I could write another whole disclaimer essay here about how using Tony's words as this point of inspiration here was annoying to me, but I’ll keep my unpopular opinions out of this one lol). 

4. Spider-Man Far From Home: The Jet Scene 

I love this scene because I love when superheroes are allowed to feel their emotions. Tom is fabulous here, and Peter's tears made me cry. There is so much responsibility on his young shoulders, and he feels like he can't measure up. I appreciate that the scene is the start of Peter recognizing that he's Spider-Man, his own hero, and doesn't have to follow in Tony's footsteps or whatever. (Here's to hoping this theme continues into sm3, I need it!) Anyway, apart from Tom's incredible performance, I love this scene because I love when heroes are taken care of for once instead of taking care of everyone else. I love Peter and Happy's dynamic here, because this scene (and the following scenes where Happy helps Peter form a plan to take Mysterio down) is the first time we see an adult encourage Peter and walk alongside him with his superhero stuff. It's what he deserves! 

5. Spider-Man Far From Home: Mysterio Defeated

Peter taking on the drones with nothing but his spider senses? Chills. Peter stopping Mysterio from shooting a gun at his head? I couldn't breathe. This scene is ridiculously cool, and it's also a huge step up from what we see of Peter's fighting skills in Homecoming. It's an awesome reminder of how badass Spider-Man really is, and it's rewarding after seeing Peter be so unsure of himself for the entire film up until that point. Also, Peter's face when he realizes he almost got shot in the head but didn't and can now trust himself again is something else.   

6. Spider-Man Far From Home: Peter and MJ at Tower Bridge

This is the cutest, most wholesome scene in any superhero film ever. Their conversation is to die for, and I love how realistically awkward their first kiss is. MJ's smiles are so soft they melt me, and I about died when she took the mace "just in case" and looked back at Peter over her shoulder. And then when he skips away even though he's limping around on a busted-up leg?? Those two smitten kids are all that is right with the world. 

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[julliette17]

Hot Mess Hair

Something about Peter Parker’s hair drove MJ wild. As a black woman, she would be hypocritical to jump out and run her hands through a person’s hair without permission, but boy did Peter’s hair tempt her. She felt bad for how hard Peter tried to look presentable for her. At school. On dates. Even the casual hangouts.

Whenever she saw his stylish, socially acceptable James Dean hair, she wanted to shove her fingers right through it and massage all the crunchy stiffness into that soft fluffiness she loved best. She never told him this. For one it sounded too intimate to say out loud, and for another she didn’t want to make him self-conscious about a hairstyle he had obviously preferred long before they even started dating.

Still, no matter what form Peter’s hair took, it had the power to smite her. The webslinging and the wall climbing were easy to watch with a bored grin, but so help her if his hair came close enough to touch. She loved it every time. In the morning when he pulls up to school, freshly showered, and he leans in to hug her and she smells the citrus and feels water dripping off the soggy tips. At lunchtime when he scratches his head over AP Calc homework he’s finishing at the last minute and a tuft of hair sticks out that he forgets to smooth away. At the end of a hot, humid day when his cushy coiffed hair is wilting into loose waves as he pecks her with a kiss and whispers a promise to visit after patrol.

He kept it styled every day at school, with the help of what she knew was a generous helping of hair gel, and she’d have to sit on her hands to stop herself from ruffling his hair. Doing that would only earn her a lecture about how she’d just wasted an hour of his morning routine. But, when he would come back late from a patrol, head emerging from the spandex like a turtle, his hair showed its true nature: a sweaty, curly, tangled hot mess. MJ emphasized hot. What could she say, she was a sucker for messy hair.

Untamed. Undone. Un-perfect. Hair like that made her feel like she was looking at the real Peter. Nights like this were her favorite time to see it. When they were watching an indie movie on the couch and Peter fell asleep in her arms, she loved to comb her fingers through his soft curls and rub the nape of his neck as his warm breath washed over her. His hair was relaxed, parting easily for her as she smoothed away the tangles. She wrapped a coil around her pinky.

“Mm-jay,” he muttered.

MJ stilled her hand. “Yeah, Peter?”

His nose scrunched up, and he reached for her hand. “Don’t stop, that feels good.”

Smothering a snicker, MJ resumed running her fingers through his hair. “What were you gonna say?”

Peter was quiet for a minute, and MJ thought he’d knocked out again until he said, “I really like you.”

That stupidly wonderful ache bloomed in her chest, even though she’d heard him say those words to her a hundred times before. She kissed the crest of his head, and even though his hair was a little greasy and knotted and gross, she liked it that way. She liked him even better.

“I really like you too.”

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WOW. That was the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written IN MY LIFE. And I’ve written some serious fluff - usually couched in some semblance of a plot, but still. What can I say? I’m a romance novelist trapped in a nerd’s body, and this is what came out of it.

I haven’t posted fanfic in over a year, but I saw Spider-Man: Far From Home and I couldn’t stop thinking about how obsessed I am with Tom Holland’s hair. Or how obsessed I am with my new OTP Spideychelle. Congrats, Marvel. You’ve sold me on my first MCU ship since Romanogers.

#spideychelle #spider-man far from home #peter parker #michelle jones #peter x mj #spider-man #mj x peter

[lostinspidey]

i’m a sucker for forehead kisses and hand holding if you could do something fluffy with that with peter :-,)

it’s not long after you and peter begin dating that he insists on walking you to the one class you two don’t have together, because that’s just what good boyfriends do - or so he’s been told.

you don’t mind it at all. in fact, you take your time walking down the hallway, wanting to soak up as much of each other as you can before parting ways for the next forty-five minutes. it’s sickeningly sweet, and you’re almost sure ned and mj make fun of you for it behind your back, but you couldn’t care less.

there are two constants to the routine. two habits. two things he never, ever fails to do: he holds your hand until the second you have to enter your classroom, and he always - always - kisses you goodbye on the forehead.

on this particular day, he’s holding your hand extra tight as you walk through the halls, cracking a few jokes that make you laugh. when you reach the door to your classroom, he grabs your other hand immediately, fingers curling around yours.

you frown. “what is it, petey?”

“i, um.” he blinks, looking down at your hands as he starts to sway them back and forth. “i wanna ask you something, and i finally worked up the courage to say it, so it’s now or never.”

“you know you can ask me anything, right?”

you try to force an encouraging look onto your face despite the fear bubbling in your stomach. he’s probably going to ask you for the sweatshirt of his that you took without asking. or worse, he’s going to ask you about the star wars movie you pretended you saw but definitely didn’t. or even worse, he’s going to ask you about -

“okay, okay. so…” he begins, “are you microsoft?”

you stare back at him in total confusion, eyebrows drawn together. “i… what?”

“are you microsoft?”

“uh, am i supposed to -”

the corners of his mouth turn up. “‘cause if you are, will you crash at my place tonight?”

it takes a few seconds of processing until you tilt your head back with a laugh, both relieved and amused at the nature of his question. you couldn’t have picked a more peter themed pick-up line if you tried.

he grins even wider at your response, cheeks slightly flushed as he pulls you closer to him.

“ned gave me five bucks to say that,” he admits.

“well i’ll be sure to thank ned, ‘cause that made my entire morning.”

he looks at you hopefully. “it did?”

“absolutely.” you nod, giving his hands a soft squeeze. “i guess i should thank you, too. that delivery? ten out of ten.”

he laughs, then leans in and presses his lips against the center of your forehead. his signature farewell. you suppose it is getting pretty close to the bell - wouldn’t want him to be late. you instinctively lean into his touch, feeling a bit saddened when he pulls his hands out of your grip.

he draws back, and before he can tell you goodbye you tap your bottom lip with your index finger once, twice, until he leans forward again, a knowing smirk on his face. he kisses you properly this time, hand grazing your cheek as his lips move tenderly against yours.

you’re both smiling when you pull away, and you bite your bottom lip shyly before you tell him, “yes, by the way.”

“yes what?”

“i’ll come over tonight. as long as may’s okay with it.”

he raises his eyebrows, face lighting up. “really? i - yeah. okay. sounds fun.”

the bell rings, and he leans down to give you one last smooch on the forehead, murmuring a quick “see you at lunch” before darting down the hallway to make it to his next class. you watch him leave, not even a little bit annoyed at his abrupt departure. you’ll be seeing plenty of him tonight.

#i think we're ALL a sucker for this concept ;'))) #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fluff #peter parker fanfic #peter parker imagine #peter parker blurb #peter parker x reader #*

[mortallycoldmagazine]

Fic Recs!

So apparently it’s fanfic appreciation day? In celebration, here are some of my favourite fanfics- all MCU. I love them with my entire heart. READ THEM ALL!  :D (mostly stucky and stony, fyi) 

THIS IS IN COMPLETELY RANDOM ORDER. 

1) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13817463/chapters/31774497 - this is the only post-CACW ‘make-up’ fic that seems hella realistic and makes me actually forgive Steve. 114k

2) https://archiveofourown.org/works/14317536/chapters/33037362 - in which Bucky can turn into a white wolf, and how that affects the MCU’s natural pattern. 141k

3) https://archiveofourown.org/works/14910729/chapters/34537617 - In which Steve is Hades and Toni (fem!Tony) is Persephone. I love powerful, dark!Toni. It’s so beautiful. 41k

4) https://archiveofourown.org/series/41492 - If you want to cry like a baby, read this. AU where Tony comes back from Afghanistan and is diagnosed with cancer. SO DAMN POWERFUL. I’ve only read it once because it makes me Feel So Strongly agh. 290k

5) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7123282 - the first crack fic on this list! Teacher!AU in which Bucky and Steve are teachers at school who are infamous for their hatred for each other... and no-one knows they’re secretly married. Shoutout to @lesbiandanbeau​ for introducing it to me, it’s SO MUCH FUN. 18k

6) https://archiveofourown.org/series/582637 - incomplete series but it’s SO GOOD. In which HYDRA doesn’t give Bucky the serum- instead, they turn him into a sex demon. Contains a LOT of dub-con/non-con but it’s so damn good. 336k

7) https://archiveofourown.org/works/6606808/chapters/15115414 - powerful Fem!Tony (toni) makes me * feel things *. Pants things. Because she’s so badass, goddamn woman. (aka: the MCU...if Tony was actually Toni). 

8) https://archiveofourown.org/works/16176539/chapters/37798343 - even more fem!Tony. But this time, Toni has some ancient bloodlines to back her up. (vampire-ish, Addams family inspired Toni). Toni could bash my kneecaps in and I’d say thank you. 

9) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13640571/chapters/31325814 - in which Bucky is an (illegal) necromancer and Steve is the SHIELD agent that catches him in the act. But in a sudden change of heart, Steve lets Bucky go... and their relationship evolves from there :D

10) https://archiveofourown.org/works/18347003 -honestly, I’m surprised this is the first Soulmate!AU on here because I’m SUCH. A. SUCKER. For soulmate AUs. Steve/Bucky/Tony, with ‘writing on skin = I can see it on my skin’ soulmate AU. Beautiful. Captures Tony’s character really, really well. Damn. 30k

11) https://archiveofourown.org/works/1614746/chapters/3439820 - OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD. I’ve always wondered what would happen if Bucky came back from CA:TWS and was completely and utterly compliant, and Steve didn’t realize just *how* deep it went. This answers that question. SO GOOD. 102k

12) https://archiveofourown.org/works/12823671/chapters/29276760 - in which Bucky’s mask is nailed to his face... but Steve saves the Winter Soldier anyway. It’s amazing. Goddamn. Read it. 71k

13) https://archiveofourown.org/works/8504761/chapters/19490446 - in which Steve is Death. Yes, Death. But Bucky is still Bucky. AKA: The story of how Bucky and Death somehow fall in love. 16k

14) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7469145/chapters/16973895 - IF YOU LIKE WHUMP, THIS IS 426K OF THE BEST WHUMP I’VE EVER READ. There basically isn’t a single moment when someone isn’t being punched, stabbed, whipped, starved, something. In which Steve and Tony are abducted by aliens and sold into a slave mining camp.  I love it with my whole-ass heart. 426k

15) https://archiveofourown.org/works/16295684 - one of the shortest fics on this list, but it makes me cry + feel hella empowered + fall deeper in love with Steve Rogers every time I read in. Aka- six times Steve was aggressively pro-choice. READ IT. 5k

16) https://archiveofourown.org/works/11779137/chapters/26559057 - you know how everyone reads a book in their lifetime that literally changes who they are as a person? This is that book, for me. It is so beautifully written, incredibly powerful, respectful, introspective, philosophical... I could literally rant about it all day. Wow. In which Steve Rogers and his Howling Commandos liberate a concentration camp; their mission? The rescue and rehabilitation of prisoners experimented on by Arnim Zola, among them, a man named Bucky. SO. AMAZING. 47k

17) https://archiveofourown.org/works/16204610 - crack at it’s finest. In which a Very Stoic Winter Soldier has a secret boyfriend. That none of his teammates know about. (spoiler alert: it’s modern!Steve). And his teammates * might * be under the impression that he’s actually a dog.  17k

18) https://archiveofourown.org/works/3476579 - OH FUCK. This fic makes me cry faster, and more, than any other fic I’ve ever read. Literally- 8k, and I cry at *least * three times every single time I read it. I don’t even know why- it’s just so, incredibly, absolutely bittersweet. I love it. Read it.  In which post-CATWS Bucky has a lot of brain damage, and is making his way through life despite it. Wow. 8k

19) https://archiveofourown.org/works/11838204/chapters/26720631 - in which Steve jumped after Bucky, and HYDRA acquired two Assets. SEE IT’S SO GOOD EVEN THE SUMMARY IS AMAZING. WOAH. SO GOOD. 55K

20) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7271731/chapters/16511242 - In which HYDRA kidnaps five-year-old Tony Stark, and raises him as ‘The Mechanic’. Of course, that doesn’t stop him from becoming IronMan. Or an Avenger. 54k

21)  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16457597/chapters/38540813 - SO GOOD. I’m a sucker for healing/recovering fics, but who cares. Amazing. Steve/Bucky

22) https://archiveofourown.org/works/18787102/chapters/44573662 - 3K OF AMAZINGNESS THAT’S INCOMPLETE AND MAKES ME WANT TO TEAR MY HAIR OUT. SO GOOD. SO GOOD. HOW IS IT SO GOOD. WTF. Irondad.... but not. Aka, Peter Parker travels through the multiverse to try and find Tony Stark. But instead, he finds someone with the same face.... whose name is Robert Downey Junior? AHHHHHHHHHHHHH 3K

23) https://archiveofourown.org/works/14772824/chapters/34165730 - this makes me feel. So Soft. You don’t understand. If you want 93k of Steve fretting about nothing and Bucky being confused yet adorable, this is for you. I love it with my entire heart. 93k. 

24) https://archiveofourown.org/works/349478 - WHY DOES NO-ONE TALK ABOUT THIS FIC. In which Tony gets amnesia, and starts forgetting things. And people. and Steve. 43k 

25) https://archiveofourown.org/works/12912708/chapters/29501541 - CRACK AT IT’S FINEST. I love this so much. Tony comes out as Ironman, and the entire world goes ‘yeah, right. no.’ It evolves from there... I’ve literally been ON THE FLOOR IN TEARS from laughter from this fic. I love it. Winteriron. 19k. 

26) https://archiveofourown.org/works/15878580/chapters/36997887 - another AMAZING crack fic. The metaphors are hilarious. You don’t understand how much I love this fic. It’s more than, like, Bucky loves plums. I LOVE IT. 44k 

27) https://archiveofourown.org/series/597010 - modern!bucky + cap!Steve. Bucky is the sassiest person ever and i love him for it. Read this series. You won’t regret it. 33k 

28) https://archiveofourown.org/works/15555630 - Why am I such a sucker for crack fics. 4k. steve/bucky. I love it. read it. it’ll take 5 minutes and your day will be So Much Better. 4k

29) https://archiveofourown.org/series/1021446 - lmao. In which a Very Stoic Winter Soldier has a secret boyfriend. (spoiler alert: it’s Steve). “BUT WAIT!” I hear you say. “Didn’t you already rec this fic? Wasn’t that #17?” and I reply “YOU FOOLS! I LOVE THIS TROPE SO MUCH I’M RECCING TWO FICS OF IT BECAUSE IT OWNS MY ENTIRE HEART!” and then you read them both. 2k. 

30) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13414524 - in which a Very Drunk modern!Bucky is dared by the modern!Howling Commandoes to ask this guy in a bar for a piggy back ride. Spoiler: the guy is cap!Steve. crack. the best group-chat fic I’ve ever read. 2k 

31) https://archiveofourown.org/works/2741975/chapters/6146123 - if you want the longest, most exhaustive breakdown of Stucky ever, this is your fic. 731k ( YES 731K) OF AMAZING METAPHORS, emotions, and so. much. pining. I love it. 731k. 

32)  https://archiveofourown.org/series/426577 - Post-CATWS. Bucky is addicted to heroine. and has adopted two children. What else is new? 131k

33) https://archiveofourown.org/works/10720710/chapters/23753940 - if you haven’t read Celestial Navigation, can you actually call yourself part of the MCU fandom? It’s. So good. I’m in awe. Always makes me cry lmao. 210k

34) https://archiveofourown.org/series/195689 jesus christ this is good and emotional and heartfelt and sincere and funny and just the best thing ever read IT. Post-CATWS. Bucky’s new mission: protect Steve Rogers. Now, if only Steve was aware of this fact, and would stop looking for him. 264k.

35) https://archiveofourown.org/series/429256 - * claps hands * UNDERAPPRECIATED FIC TIME. In which post-CATWS Bucky is taking down Hydra, recovering, listening to music, and.... has a psychic connection with a spaceship? Okay then.

36) https://archiveofourown.org/series/1120239 - so damn good. In which Peter Stark is abducted at 6 years old by HYDRA, and trained to be the infamous Black Spider assassin. What happens when, ten years later, Ironman captures him? 139k

37) https://archiveofourown.org/series/780747 - the most well-written, in character MJ I’ve ever read. MJ/Peter. I love it with my entire heart. They’re so cute. 

If I had to pick a top 5, though, they would be: 35, 33, 32, 23, and 34. (see corresponding list numbers) Perhaps. Choosing that was like choosing a favourite child ohmygod. Really, just read all the fics. 

Hope this helped you find some new fics to read! Happy reading, and have a great Fanfic Appreciation Day! 

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Here I’m tagging a bunch of people who I follow and are into the MCU that I think might like this. Sorry if this is annoying. 

@petersbenjamin @pepperony3000 @antifastark @sleepyrhodey @sapphirestark @mariahiill @vanddyne @spideyjlaw @magunahstark @iron--spider @proof-tony-stark-has-a-heart @stevebuckyfics @hufflebucky @rescuetony @tropicalcap @fucking-hell-sebastian-stan  @fuckyeahblackwidow @sabrecmcstonyficrecs @nacho-bucky @jaamesbbarnes @ironfamjam @underoosstark @yellowdistress @lesbiandanbeau @musings-on-bucky-barnes @the-ss-horniest-book-club @fysebastianstan @siriuslypersea @omg-just-peachy @tonystarkd @cptniron @sad-stark @antifastark @caroldanverts @sleepytony @madasthesea @serumsteve @incorrect-spiderson @kentuckybarnes @evanstar @holostark

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Feel free to tag anyone else you think might enjoy this! :D 

#fanfic appreciation day #fic rec #rec #fanfic #MCU #stucky #stony

[mendesbadrepuation]

Notice Me *Peter Parker* Series

Description: There is this girl and she is no ordinary girl. She has the gift of  a panther. Not just any black panther, a rare line of panthers that lived long ago. Many thought they were extinct until she was found by T’Challa. Tony swooped in and took her under his guidance so that she could start a normal teenage life. She has met Peter before and thats why she so desperately wanted to start school at Midtown High. It’s hard to be a girl that has 10x more senses both emotional and physical than a regular teenager.  All she wants is for Peter to see another side of her. The real her. Will he?

A/N: Yo so like I am a new writer and I write for two different fandoms. I have always had this character in the making and was a little scared to post this. it is a little different and this character belongs to me.  She has a special place in my heart. I know we all dream of being a superhero in some way. I can live that through this character. I hope that everyone enjoys this if you take a chance to read it.  Much love to you all! Thank you :)

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When I started at Midtown I knew the reason why I wanted to be there. Hell im pretty sure the entire Avengers new except Peter himself. I wanted to get to know Peter on a different level. He never knew who I was and he had no idea that I was the Blue Panther. Only a handful of people knew because I still wanted to be a kid.

Ever since I was little I have had this gift that was given me to me from my ancestors. I was hidden deep within Wakanda for some time until my powers became too strong. T’Challa came in and let me train and control my powers the right way. One night he requested that I help the Avengers with a mission and I was happy that I agreed. It’s where I met another family and it’s where I met Peter. 

I first met Peter on a mission and I hadn’t even seen his face yet but his voice drew me in. It wasn’t till later when I saw his face. Boy was I a sucker right then and there.

As time went on and I started school at Midtown High, I grew closer to Peter. Tony was my listed parent/guardian and he is the one I convinced to let me go to Midtown. Peter had no idea that I was the blue panther he would talk to on the rooftops of buildings almost every night. It was amazing to have this other identity and Peter tried to keep his a secret as well. Of course I knew and I saw all the moments where he’d disappear at random.

But now after everything that happened. The Blip, losing Tony and Cap, Peter has been working his way up to feeling better. I’ve been there for it all. And finally our trip to Europe was coming. Even I had to admit that this trip was everything we needed. Losing two father figures in my life took a toll on me, but I do know it really effected Peter. Tony and Peter had a bond that no one could ever replace. I was there every night on our rooftop to comfort him and let him talk his feelings out. And I was there in his daily life to give him a great friendship. 

“Peter!” Aunt May calls from the kitchen and snaps me out of my deep thoughts.

“Yeah May?!” Peter calls back as he was throwing t shirts at me to fold. He asked me to come over and help him pack. I was a very good packer and kinda had that “eh” attitude when it came to it.

“Don’t forget to pack-“ she stops talking and I knew what she was about to say, but Peter cuts her off.

“My toothbrush! I know!” He says loudly and quickly. “May, Y/n is here.” He adds back and I smile. I love May like my own family and I was falling in love with Peter.

“Y/n!” May comes around the door and she instantly hugs me from behind. I start giggling.

“Hey May!” I greet her and set the clothes that were in my hands down. I always helped May out whenever she needed advice on guys or what to wear. She had the cutest style.

“I’m going to order us some take out. The usuals?” She goes back out to order from our favorite Chinese place. Peter and I both reply with yes.

“Y/n.” I was still smiling from Aunt May’s encounter as I looked up at Peter.

“Peter.”

“What are your thoughts on MJ?” He asks. My heart beat quickens. This couldn’t be what I think it is.

“She’s a very sweet gal. A different gal but in a good way. She’s also very beautiful.” I take a seat on the edge of his bed.

“You think so?” He kinda perks up and I felt my shoulders slump. It does only seem fair that the guy of my dreams likes someone else.

I nod my head and don’t say another word. I didn’t want to push my luck and really get crushed the night before we left for Europe.

~~~~~~~~~

That next morning I was asleep peacefully on Peter’s couch. He never questioned about where I lived or anything. I told him once before that I live further up in the city. My family was the Avengers. T’ Challa was like a dad to me and my trainer. He taught me everything I know today.

“Y/n!” Peter digs his fingers into my sides and it causes me to wake up on full alert. Whenever that happens my eyes will always flash blue really really bright.

“Peter!” I keep my head down on floor. He scared me so much I rolled off the couch.

“Oh my gosh are you okay??” He takes ahold of my waist and pulls me up. I look at him and he looks at my eyes. “Woah.” I move my head down quickly and act like I dropped something.

When I looked back at Peter he scans my eyes again to see what he thought he saw. “Peter. You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah. Just thought I saw something.” He shrugs it off and I turn around to head towards the bathroom. It was about 6 in the morning and it was much earlier than what I’m use to.

I clean myself up for the morning and get ready for the day. I checked to make sure that I had packed everything for our trip.

“It’s going to be a little cold down there guys. Peter I packed you a few jackets. Y/n I put one or two of Peter’s in your bag just in case.” My face heats up at the thought of wearing one of Peter’s jackets. That sent my body into overdrive.

“Thanks Aunt May.” Peter and I both say.

~~~

After we had went through security and everything else that happens at the airport. We were finally on the plane. I got so lucky that it was Ned, Peter, and me all in one row.

“We can have a marathon!” I say to Peter. He smiles at that and before we knew it we were taking off.

Later I remember Peter excusing himself and going to the bathroom. I don’t know why but when he was gone for awhile I look back to see him talking to MJ. There was this smile on his face and I instantly got sad. I could never compare to MJ and that was the truth.

I remembered that May put a hoodie in my backpack and I dig it out. It was a dark blue hoodie that had a science emblem decorated on it. It was extremely soft and most of all it smelled just like Peter. My heart was full when I put it on.

When I look over I see Ned smiling at me. “Is that Peter’s?” He asks.

“Yeah. May packed us some extras that’s all.” Ned grins and then I see Peter coming back to his seat. He looks down at Ned like he was ready to tell him something. I watch him look at me and his facial expression just turns soft.

“Is that mine?” Peter asks.

“Uh-yeah. Remember May packed them for us. If it’s like too weird or you know you don’t want MJ to know I can take it off.” I ramble my words out.

“No. No. No it’s okay. It looks good on you.” My face turns hot red and I felt my senses heat up.

“Thank you.” I whisper in shock and Peter returns to his seat.

The rest of the plane ride we watched some marathon of Star Wars that Peter downloaded. Ned was playing his video games and it was relaxing to just be in this moment.

Once we had landed and went through the airport we were directly shuffled to our hotel. We got on a boat that took us through the little town of Venice. It was beautiful and I couldn’t help but just stare in awe. I look behind me and see Peter staring at MJ. I sigh as we continue on and I see Ned looking at me. I didn’t want to raise any alarms so I act like I didn’t see him staring back at me.

“Alright kids here is our hotel.” The boats pull up to this shady building that was having some construction done on it. We pull our bags out and walk in. It was even worse inside but you get what you pay for.

“Go put your stuff in the room and we will get to touring!” All of us run upstairs and get to our rooms. I was rooming with MJ and that made me more nervous than anything.

“So I guess were rooming together.” MJ says randomly and I nod my head.

“It looks to be that way.” I shrug out of the hoodie I had on and put my things together in my bag. I didn’t want to pack my suit but my suit was a different technology. Shuri designed a necklace for me that would activate my suit whenever needed. Mine was always with me. Even though it was suppose to be a vacation you just never know what could happen. 

There was a knock at the door and I was hidden behind the door. “MJ.” I hear Peter’s sweet voice.

“Peter.” Her voice perks up.

“You wanna walk together while we tour?” Peter asks and MJ nor Peter could see my frowning face.

“Sure.” She replies and she grabs her stuff walking out of the room. I sit on the bed and put my hands in my face. A loud groan escaped my mouth and I just collapsed on to the bed.

Another knock comes at the door. “Y/n?” Ned says kindly. “You coming?”

“Yeah. Right behind you bud.” I get up and place my back pack on my shoulders. With my camera in hand I follow in behind Ned who tries to tell me about his new findings on Venice.

We toured around for awhile and got to see all the cool tourist attractions. I was loving the culture as well as the beautiful language that came with it. We got to a spot where there was a bridge and the light was shining perfectly on it. The buildings around it were making the colors just pop. Peter was standing there looking out and I take the opportunity to snap a picture of him.

I hear something stir around in the water and I look down. Peter and I stare at the water as it begins to pick up pace. A huge gush of water shoots up and a figure made of water comes out.

“Holy shit.” I say and Peter looks at MJ then me.

“Run. Move.” Peter pushes us both up the street.

“Go guys go!” Peter pushes us around the corner. “Ned get them somewhere safe. I left my suit in my room. But I can’t use it because then everyone will know. Just get them out of here.” I use my senses to hear him. I usher everyone on up the street to safety.

“Go inside here guys!” I shout and put them in a building so they are out of destruction.

“Blue.” I hear through my small ear piece that’s built into my suit. “Do you copy. Code Blue.” I hear Fury say again.

“I’m going to go make sure Peter is okay!” I say and run out of the door to try and find Peter. “I copy Fury. I’m here with Parker but he doesn’t know my identity.” I say.

“Suit up and help him out. Try to stay hidden.” Nick replies. I make the X with my arms and my suit engages. Instantly my hair is placed into two braids and my mask surrounds me. I can analyze everything as I hear the sound of my suit shifting to its full power.

I push off the ground and fly towards the huge figure of water. “Peter I’m here to help.” I land next to him on the building he was perched on.

“What the heck Blue!? Are you following me?” I was almost offended that that’s the first thing he says to me.

“No. I’ve been here for two days now on a special call from Furry.” My tone was bitter. Just as bitter as his was. That’s when we see a green fog coming our way.

“Who is that?” Peter asks.

“I don’t know but he’s fighting the water.” I watch for a moment and then engaged my claws. I take a leap off the building and use my claws to slide down the wall.

When I reach a close enough distance to the figure I tell him I can help. “Just clear his path from the water and I can do the rest. Keep people off the bridge.” I jump from a falling piece of the building flying towards me. I do my best to move people around and get them away from danger.

There was a scream near by and I sprint towards the sound. Around another building I see MJ falling from the sidewalk collapsing. I take a leap off the side of the building and use that force to get me to her faster. My arms grab her waist and I pull her into my body. I twist around to cover her from taking the impact of the concrete.

A hard gasp of air escapes my lungs and I felt something puncture my ribs. Typically my suit would take the impact of it and turn it over to kinetic energy. Shuri designed them that way but I only brought my old suit because I assumed I didn’t need it. “Th-Thank you.” MJ says and I see Ned holding his hand out to help her up to safety. I look over and Peter is hiding behind the wall.

“You’re welcome.” I say. My voice was modified so you couldn’t tell it was me.

I run back to the new guy and I watch as he finally puts the water figure down. I sigh in relief but still felt a sharp pain in my ribs.

“Fury we got it.” I say. A car comes in front of me and the tented windows roll down.

“Get in.” I see Fury and one of the other agents. I climb in the back seat slowly because I could start to feel the workings of a broken rib. I see that Peter was already in the car and I hold on to my side as the car speeds off.

“Seatbelt.” Fury says.

“If I could put the damn seatbelt on I fucking would.” I growl at the pain and Peter looks over at me with a surprised expression.

“Teenagers.” Fury says darkly.

We drive into a tunnel that leads us back to a secluded building. “Let me help you out.” Peter says and comes around to my door. I put my arm around his shoulders and he gently placed his arm around my waist. He helps me walk in behind Fury and the other agent.

Peter sits me down in a chair once we reach a area where other agents were working around. There was a very nice lab and I look around to spot the guy that we seen earlier.

“You guys can call me Beck.” He introduces and I wave at him because I didn’t feel like getting up. One of the agents comes to my aid and uses the technology to scan my inflicted side.

“Can we lay you on the table?” They ask me and I nod my head. Peter walks behind me and helps me up on the table.

“Thanks Parker.” I lay on my non injured side as the agent starts to scan for the injury.

Fury, Beck, and Peter begin talking about what had happened. Beck explains what the water figure was as Peter wigs out about some science facts. Peter holds my hand as the agent presses into my side. The pain made me groan but I kept my composure.

I wish Peter could understand how much it meant for me for him to stay next to me. He held my hand and comforted me the entire time they focused on stitching up my wound.

~~~~~

A little while later after I had met with Fury and Beck to discuss the situations I was back in my hotel room. Everyone was downstairs watching the news to try and figure out what had happened earlier that day. I was in a lot of pain as my body was trying to heal.

I look at myself in the mirror with just a sports bra on to examine further bruises. There were lots of them. I took a hard fall on something but I’m still not sure what punctured my ribs so roughly.

There was a loud knock at my door and I quickly struggle to find a shirt. I see a hoodie on the bed and throw it on. “Yeah?” I open the door and Peter is standing there with a soft smile on his face. I smile back and let him in.

“Hey. I just came to see if you’re okay. I hadn’t seen you since the bridge accident.” Peter walks over to the bed and I take a seat next to him.

“I’m doing good. It was definitely strange.” I respond faintly. I knew everything but he didn’t know that.

“They are saying on tv that the guy that stopped the thing his name is Mysterio.” I make a hm noise. My eyes look up at Peter’s and I couldn’t help but blush at those puppy eyes. Why wouldn’t he notice me?

“I better get going. I’m glad you’re okay.” He wraps his arms around my waist and squeezes a little too tight for the moment of pain I was in. I let out a groan of pain and Peter backs away quickly. “Woah! I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Peter panics and I lightly giggle to cover myself up.

“Yeah! Just ran into a brick corner when I was trying to get away from some falling debris. That’s all.” I put my hands on my side to maybe ease the pain.

“Let me look.” Peter says. I slowly pull the hoodie over my shoulders and stand up. I look at just the right moment to catch Peter blushing. Once Peter sees the deep blue bruises he completely panics. “Y/n!” He jumps to his feet to get a closer look at my side.

“Shush! Don’t panic Peter. I’m fine. I don’t want to ruin this trip and freak out everyone.” I grab the hoodie again and pull it over my body. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone?” I hold my pinky out for him to cross. His eyes grow soft with such worry.

“I promise. But just make sure to come get me if it gets worse. Okay?” He places a piece of hair that had fallen out of my messy bun behind my ear. I blush wildly at his sweet action.

“You’ll be the first to know.” Footsteps come walking through the door and I meet MJ’s eyes.

“MJ.” Peter backs away from me. I roll my eyes in frustration. We get so close and then this goddess always has to come in and tear him away from me. All I want is for him to just notice me!

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I wish I could tell you Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: When Y/n and Peter fight over what is safe for him as Spider-Man events take a dark turn leading to a death, which Y/n suffers from not being able to tell Peter her special feelings for the soft boy.

Warnings: Fluff, Death, Depression, Some cursing, Anxiety, mentions of death and harm

Requested: Nope

Song/s: We don’t believe whats on tv, Glowing eyes by Twenty One Pilots

A/n: This is a very sad fan fiction so sorry m8 :( And i will try and remember my tag list this time lol also I think this is one of my LONGEST fan fics i have ever wrote in my half of a year writing

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           You hated fighting with Peter over stuff about his daily job as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, mainly because the fight would always end with you leaving his room while he is crying for feeling guilty about what happened. You really did like him. You always did, and always will. I remember meeting Peter on the schools’ playground during lunch time, he was stuck on the monkey bars yelling “I’m stuck! Send help!” you tried to hold back your laughter to save the blush for him. He fell for your personality and you fell for his curly fluffy looks, and this caused the unwanted friend-zone while being best friends. It was a good thing that he lived in a apartment 5 doors across from yours. When high school came you had met his other best friend Ned Leeds, Ned was nice but still heavily built. He would geek out with Peter about nerdy science stuff and build LEGO sets together after school with you. And now its crazy to think you’re friend group you had formed is now Seniors in high school, almost in college.

                         You, MJ, Ned and Peter were all sitting outside during lunch time in Midtown High eating, you were lying in the grass with Peter while MJ and Ned were eating the schools food. You had your legs on top of Peter’s, your body’s  making sort of a L shape, “You guys, Its official. I don’t want to go to college” You joked as you looked at the clouds fresh shapes. Peter smiled, “Why not?” “Well..Its just going to be another four more years of learning! And I think I’m done with the drama queens and stuck up wanna be’s” You said as you sat up gathering your trash. “true” Ned said as he took a bite of the sandwich they served, the bell rang for the last period of the day and you all cleaned up and left. When you saw Peter in the hallway you ran over to him, “I’m gonna be coming over to your apartment today, okay?” you said with a smile. He nodded then you all left for class. 

                                     When you walked into his apartment you expected to see him  but you couldn’t find him, as usual, “Great” you said to yourself when you threw your backpack on his bedroom floor. After a hour or two May left to go have dinner with a couple of friends which left you alone in their small apartment. You sat down on his bunk bed and inspected his room, you looked at his tiny collection of nerdy Funko Pop figurines to his science fair awards. You got up from his bunk bed when you saw a polaroid picture of you and him together, Next to the Polaroid photo there was one of you wearing a pair of oddly funny glasses failing to keep a straight face. You smiled when looking at the old photos, it brought back too many memories. 

           Flash Back: “Peter?” You asked him when you looked over at him sitting on the old pull out couch in your basement. He looked up at you, “Yes Y/n?” He asked as he put down the book he was reading. “H-have you ever kissed anyone?” You looked down at the white bedding from the pull out couch to avoid any awkward eye contact. “I mean we are only 13..” Peter said “Have you kissed anyone?” He said once again and this time you made serious eye contact. “N-no” You said quietly. It felt like the room was closing in on you when he crawled closer to where you were sitting at the corner. “Y/n” Peter said softly, he lifted your chin up so you would look up at him. You made moonlight eye contact perfectly, “C-can I kiss you?” He asked. You nodded bashfully, he cupped his hands around your cold cheeks. Your worlds met completely when his lips smashed up against yours. 

                    Suddenly the window bust open with a tumbling Peter falling on the floor. “Shit” You said as you jumped up from being startled from him, “Sorry” He mumbled when he got to his feet. “Its fine” You mumbled as you quickly moved away from the cork board above his desk, “What were you looking at?” “Nothing IjustrememberedwhenyoukissedmeandnowIfeelveryawkwardandweneedtostudyPeter” You said fastly, “What?” he said as he walked up to you. “Are you okay?”  You nodded, you sat down on the bottom of his bunk bed. Peter pressed the button on his suit causing it to create a pool of red and blue near his ankles, he put on a pair of grey sweatpants and a black shirt. “Are you sure your okay?” He asked once again, “Its just what they were saying on the news about you..” You said as you balled your hands into fists in your lap. “Oh, well I’m okay, trust me” He gave you a weak smile. “But how do I know you are Pete? You are always getting home later than you usually do. Later than you normally  do as Spider-boy..” He sighed and sat next to you, you rested your head on his shoulder. “But Y/n I am okay...” he spoke softly as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “You don’t understand Peter, what if one day you aren’t safe. What if I go crazy past my mind because your not safe and something bad happens Pete!” you said trying not to raise your voice from being scared. “Y-Y/n I will be fine” “But how do I know for sure that you will” you lowered your tone of the voice you were speaking at. He sighed and so did you, he knew about your anxiety and depression and how you worried way too much. You let a single tear fall from your face and this made Peter even more worried about you. You broke in front of him. Crying. You got up, grabbed everything you brought with you and left him crying feeling guilty for letting you be like this. 

                       Sometimes I wish I hadn’t tried so hard to be like this. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t listened to the ‘recommended’ stuff to do to be like this with Peter. But he is so out of reach and its hard to be like this. Knowing he likes Liz Allan makes you feel stupid for even having the hots for him, the third time she had a party you had found them dancing together which made you feel horrible. But I know I’m never going to get over him. Because I’m just a sucker for anything he does. This was the first night you had cried yourself to sleep because of thinking what could happen at any moment. 

                     Peter’s POV:

                  When Y/n left it was a open chance to go back outside and help out, I mean I had calmed down and its only 9pm anyways. Walking down the cold November nights of Queens it felt perfect, using the web shooters I swing up to one of the rooftops to look at the crystal moonlight view. Suddenly a man walks up to me. “Hey buddy” the dark voice says. I freak out and turn around to see who it is. He has a couple of other friends who tagged along with him. But too many to take down, ‘shit this is lovely’. “You know Y/L/N Y/F/N” One of the other guys say. He is covered in a black hoodie. “Y-yeah..Please don’t hurt her please I will give you anything just p-”  Peter got cut off by the rude leader “Jump off and she will stay safe” He said harshly. “We saw you with her the other day,  little Spider-Man knows a high school student” The guy snickers and pushes Peter up closer to the edge. “W-what?” Peter managed to stutter out, his heart sank. He knew Y/n was true but he didn’t want to feed into her anxiety and depression. And that was all that Peter remembers, being pushed off the 20/30′ building that night. The rest is known for history.

               Reader’s POV:

                You got a phone call from May, this freaked you out. Running towards the home phone that your mother was holding for you you quickly grabbed it from her and answered the call. “May? I-is everything okay? Whats wrong? Do I need to get to your apartment? Is Peter okay?” you rambled on with questions but you could feel the emptiness from May radiating off on to you. You already knew what was about to happen because you remember hearing ambulance and police sirens earlier outside. “J-just get to the hospital closest to the new office work space near our apartments, you said your good-byes quickly and left.

              When you arrived at the hospital you were greeted by one of the lady’s who works there. You told her the information and she gave you the room number but said “The room number is 209, but visiting hours end soon considering it is almost 11pm sweetie”. You nodded and went to Peter’s hospital room. You opened the door quietly and saw him sitting in a hospital bed with May sitting next to him. She gave you a weak smile and nodded letting you know to come inside, you closed the door and set your bookbag by the door. “Pete” You said softly as you looked at his pale body, he was vaguely breathing. Seeing him like this made you cry. You covered your face and tried to calm yourself down as you walked over to sit next to him and Aunt May. “H-how long ago did this happen” you choked out while she tried to comfort you. “It seemed like this had happened around 45 minutes ago” The sound of quiet sobs and the machines beeping filled the room the entire night. May left the room and waited in the waiting room for you to say whatever you had to, to Peter.

                You entire twined your’s and his hands together. “Peter, I didn’t say for you to let go yet” you whispered as you grasped his hand a little tighter. “Please don’t leave me yet” You tried to fight back the tears filling in your eyes. You looked down at his hand and kissed his cheek. “I will always love you more than a best friend Pete” You spoke softly. Then the machine stopped beeping along with his slow breathing. “B-bye Peter” You said as you let yourself break fully in front of him. 

    Stay Alive my friends I-/ 

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