#like MJ and Peter love to stay up late (or not sleep at all) but they absolutely hate waking up

[mydearesthrry]

sweet nothing - h.s.

a/n: TOTALLY LOST THE PLOT WHILE WRITING THIS. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BASED OFF OF THE PICTURE BELOW BUT I GOT DISTRACTED. pls listen to sweet nothing by taylor swift for the full experience!!!

🎀 warnings/cw: none, most tooth rotting fluff ever.

🐇 pairing: fem!reader x harry styles

💐 wc: 1.6k

summary: taking care of a very sleepy harry in an ice bath, and in the car.

“H, the bath is ready, bub.” Harry heard his girlfriend call quietly to him. He was slumped on the couch, this show particularly draining. He was quieter than usual, and instead of being glued to Y/N’s side like he usually was, he let one kiss to her full lips suffice before he decided to rest. 

“Mm, thank you, lovie. I’ll… I’ll be there in a second, jus’ don’t have the energy to go there right now.” His limbs were sore, almost every part of his body completely lost of energy, and he found it hard to even entertain the thought of getting up. 

“Okay… y’know what, just let me help you, H. The faster we get you into this bath, the faster we can go back to the hotel so you can sleep.” He knew she was right, and because he knew she was right, he allowed her to help (though not really at all since he already had felt bad that she ran the ice bath for him) him get to the bathroom. They walked slowly to the connected bathroom, Harry walking zombie-like in her arms. 

“Ready, sweet boy?” She tried to be as quiet as possible, the fact that Harry probably had a headache in the front of her mind. He nodded softly, stripping down to his boxers before letting her help him balance as he stepped into the bath. 

A wince immediately left him, Y/N whispering out ‘I’m sorry’s, knowing how shocking the bath was at first. She lowered herself with him, and sat on the floor next to the bucket when he sat down, submersing himself fully. 

“Okay bubs, y’know we’ve gotta do this so you don’t fall asleep on me. You ready?” Y/N says, pulling out her phone to pull up the trivia questions she’d pre written for the late night ice bath trivia that had become a tradition for them. Harry hums, and she flips to her notes to start. 

“Pick the category, my love. We’ve got pop culture, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe.” She asked, looking up at him, heart breaking a little at the exhausted expression that was obvious on his face. 

“Marvel.” He mumbles, sinking himself lower until his neck up was the only part of his body above water. 

“Okay… Timer officially starts now. Who played the character Pietro Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver?” Her tone was soft, almost at a whisper. 

“Umm… Aaron Taylor Johnson?” Harry questioned, racking his brain to try his hardest to stay awake. His body had now gotten used to the stark cold that he’d slowly started to get used to over the times he’s done this on tour. 

“Good job, baby. What was the name of Peter Parker’s love interest in Spider-Man: Homecoming? This one should be easy, it’s one of my favorite movies.” She giggled, a serene sense of peace overcoming her at the domesticity of it all. 

“It is easy, she’s called Liz, right? Liz Allan, or something.” His eyes were now closed, feeling the tension in his body slowly disintegrate from the cold of the water. 

“Perfect! Though the both of us know that Peter and MJ were the better couple, they were entirely more in love and cuter.” She smiled. 

“Oh, really? Like us then, hm?” Harry hummed. 

“Yes, H, exactly like us.” A few more questions had passed, and Lloyd had now come to join them in the bathroom, his camera hung around his neck. They’d anticipated him coming anyway, knowing that he would come to snap some behind the scenes pictures. Before they’d even left to go to his dressing room, they’d told Lloyd when to come in so that he could come talk to them. 

“Hey guys, sorry for intruding, but I need one of you to pick a few pictures for tonight so I can get them edited by tomorrow.” Lloyd tried to keep his voice quiet too, knowing the kind of atmosphere he was entering before he even came to meet the two in the bathroom. 

“Oh yeah, of course, did you want some pictures too?” Harry smiled, a tired but polite look on his face. Harry had built a great relationship with Lloyd over the months that they’ve been on tour, and they’d gotten more comfortable with each other than they’d anticipated. 

“Only if you’re comfortable, H.” Lloyd smiled. Y/N and Lloyd talked for a second, scrolling through pictures and picking out a few for him to edit. The time they took allowed Harry to rest in the cold for a little, before pushing himself up and folding over, dipping his head into the ice cold water. He could faintly hear Lloyd’s footsteps move to the front of the tub, along with the flicking of the camera shutter going off as he lifted his head out of the tub, ringing out his hair from the nape of his neck to the front of his scalp. 

A couple more flutters from the camera shutters were heard when Harry was rubbing his eyes with the pruny tips of his fingers, and he failed to see the smile on Lloyd’s face. 

Lloyd pulled the camera from his eyes, looking at the digital screen that held a preview of the picture. In the corner, slightly blurred because of the harsh focus that was set on Harry in the center, say Y/N with a soft smile playing on her lips, a moony gaze in her eyes. He made a mental note to send it to them later, and to also crop her out in the final edit in an attempt to salvage their private relationship. 

“Perfect. I’ll let you two rest now, think I’m gonna head to the hotel now myself. Sleep well, you guys, I’ll send you the pictures in the morning.” Lloyd smiles at them, sharing goodnights before closing the door behind him as he walked out. 

Harry’s now damp hair was combed back by his fingers and rested on the top of his head, save for the rogue curl that shriveled in a tiny curl on his forehead. Y/N rested her arms on the side of the tub, a gleam in her eyes as she watched Harry’s relaxed expression. Her timer, however, had different plans for the relaxed couple, and went off with shrill screams, notifying them that it was now time for Harry to leave the bath. 

“Alright sweet boy, time to go.” She tapped on her screen to stop the ringing, standing up to grab his black and white striped towel. She met him in the middle, her boyfriend already standing on the towel that laid outside of the tub, water droplets falling from his body in a soft cascade, small shivers shaking his shoulders slightly. Wrapping the towel around his shoulders, she pushes herself up onto her tiptoes to meet the level of his face, pecking soft kisses onto his cold lips. They stayed in that position for a bit, waiting for Harry’s skin to absorb the rest of the small water droplets. 

She led him with a soft tug to the main space in the dressing room, taking the outfit she’d gotten ready for him while he was on stage from the makeup chair and placed it onto the couch. Leaning down a bit, she took the towel to let him remove his now soaked briefs, before passing him a pair of boxers, tossing his towel onto the back of the couch. She passed him his clothes as he dressed himself slowly, humming at the words of love and admiration he sleepily spewed out. Once he got his last article of clothing on, she took his hoodie strings into her hands and tugged it down softly, making him lean down a bit to meet her lips. 

Their lips connected in a soft caress, his bottom lip wedges in between her two lips, a sweet hum emitting from his throat from the taste of her coconut flavored chapstick, one that was his favorite. Something that could only be described as love seemed to fill the room whenever they had these kinds of moments. Moments that was completely and purely their own. 

They broke away from the kiss, and when Harry went to say something, a yawn cut him off, mouth opening wide making him resemble something of a lion, making a giggle fall from her slightly swollen lips. “Let’s get you into a bed, sleepy boy.” 

“M’kay.” Harry didn’t put up a fight, wanting to get into bed with her to snuggle more than anything. 

They walked through the halls of the venue, pushing through the back door where their driver was already waiting for them, engine started and purring softly. Y/N opens the back car door, stepping in and moving to the side since she knew Harry would follow her. The driver muttered that it would take them about 5 to 10 minutes to get to the hotel before taking off without another word. 

Y/N snapped her seatbelt on, a confused twinge on her face when she didn’t see Harry do the same. Instead, he scooted over to the middle seat, laying into her sleepily. “H, you gotta put on your seatbelt.” 

“Noooo, s’not even that far, and I jus’ wan’ y’to hold me right now.” He mumbled, slightly muffled from the way he burrowed his face into her neck. She sighed in slight exasperation, saying nothing and just letting him completely collapse and rest into her. He was almost laying completely in her lap, her hand in his hair, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked out the window and into the city. 

She let out a tiny giggle when she felt the slight tickle of stubble on her neck, followed by sweet kisses on the expanse of it. “I love you, love y’so much, it hurts.” 

“I love you, H.” She intertwined their fingers together, bringing up his hand to her mouth and pressing featherlight kisses onto his knuckles. 

“I love you,” Harry whined, making the smallest of smiles cover her face since knew how clingy and lovey Harry got when he was tired. She tried to relish in these moments as much as possible. 

“I love you, sweet boy, the Peter Parker to my Michelle Jones.” A sweet giggle sounded from Harry as he remembered the conversation from earlier. 

“Entirely in love and cute. I agree.” 

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurb #harry <3 #harry edward styles #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfictions #harry styles imagines #harry styles one shot #harry styles x fem!reader

[ptergwen]

hi val, i loved can’t get close so much. i’m so excited that you have your requests open. can you please do a fic with clingy puppy peter energy again where petey is just a sweet cuddly baby at a friendgroup sleepover fighting for his life cause he’s having to constantly share the readers attention with everyone else and he’s just a pouty baby but then he just gives up on being a sweet beb and turns into a chaotic horny devil to get readers attention lol. thank you <3

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warnings: 18+, suggestiveness, language, mentions of drinking, and implied smut

a/n: thank you lovely! since this fit so well i decided to make it a little continuation of can’t get close but it can totally be read as a stand alone too! keep the requests coming y’all, happy reading <3

“those are the rules, peter. boys out there, girls in here.”

“well, the rules suck. who made them?”

“i did.”

your friends are staying the night because it’s late and everyone has been drinking, which is the perfect excuse for a sleepover. you’ve decided to split it so that you, liz, mj, and betty sleep in your room. you thought peter, harry, and ned could take the living room, but peter would rather be with you.

peter holds both your hands and swings them back and forth.

“ugh, y/n/n. you and your rules. why?”

“so there’s no funny business. you know ned and betty would go at it like rabbits.”

“you think liz and mj wouldn’t?”

“no, they have class. besides, someone’s gotta keep harry company.”

peter loops his arms around your waist, pouting out his bottom lip.

“but i wanna sleep with you.”

you laugh and take his hands again. he keeps his arms around you.

“your sex drive is out of control, tiger.”

“no, not like that. i mean, i’m not opposed, but i meant i wanna sleep in your bed.”

“why, you’re above the couch?”

“because i wanna be with you.”

you peck peter’s lips with a grin. he’s making his puppy eyes at you, and no matter how cute they are, he should know by now that they don’t work on you.

“i know, but some guy time would be good for you, and i need girl time.“

betty pops her head out of your bedroom door.

“y/n, c’mon! liz raided your bathroom for stuff to do facials.“

“that’s my cue. be right there, betts!”

peter tightens his arms around you.

“seriously? you’re such a baby.“

“your baby.”

“very cute, but let me go.”

“why can’t i just join you? i like facials.”

“so do them with ned and harry. you’ve gotta let me go now, peter.”

“nuh uh.”

“peter.”

it takes some effort, but you manage to pry peter off of you and free yourself from his arms. peter whines like the baby he is. you bite back a smile.

“i’ll see you later, okay?”

“fine. enjoy girl time.”

you connect your lips with his once more. peter tries to deepen the kiss. you slip away before he can and run off to your room, where your friends are waiting for you. you turn back to look at peter, smirking. he hears you and the rest of the girls giggling, then the door shuts behind you.

peter accepts his defeat and heads into the living room to join ned and harry.

harry sits in the middle of the couch with his arms spread out on either cushion. he sips a beer while ned searches for something on your tv.

“parker, there you are! leeds was just about to introduce me to star wars.”

“you’ve never seen star wars?”

peter sits down next to harry.

“nope, not a single one.”

“dude, that’s insane. they’re cult classics.”

“exactly what i said. harry, we’re about to change your life, bro.”

“i’m counting on it, leeds. hit it.”

ned presses play on the movie. harry passes him his beer. ned takes a swig and offers it to peter, but he declines.

peter and ned answer all of harry’s questions about star wars, which are numerous, but they don’t mind. it’s always nice when someone appreciates their star wars knowledge. harry and ned get easily invested in the movie. as much as peter loves it, his mind is elsewhere.

he keeps hearing laughter and squeals coming from your room, and he can make out every single one that comes from you.

what he’d give to be in there.

“you know what the girls were doing earlier? facials.”

“oh, shit. for real? that’s kinky.”

“not those kinds of facials, ned. the ones with face masks.”

“no, leeds is right. girls do kinky shit at sleepovers. sheesh, if only we could see what they were up to.”

that gives peter an idea.

“who says we can’t?”

the three of them tiptoe to your room, lead by peter. he puts a finger to his lips to signal ned and harry to be quiet. ned is behind him, and harry is behind ned. peter opens up your door a crack and peeks in.

liz is doing betty’s hair while she reads a magazine, mj is drawing, and you’re coloring in her work.

yeah, super kinky.

“i can’t see,” ned whispers. “you’re not missing much,” harry replies.

“peter, why do you get to be in the front? i’m the shortest.”

“because it was my idea.”

“so what?”

“so shut up.”

peter leans in to get a better look at you. you’re lying on the floor, on your stomach, tongue stuck out in concentration as you color. you’ve changed into pajamas, one of peter’s shirts. he absolutely swoons at that.

“what’s betty doing?”

“quiet, leeds. you’re gonna get us caught.”

“yeah, ned. be quiet.”

“will someone just tell me what’s going on?”

peter looks inside again, but none of you are there.

“they’re gone.”

“huh?”

“how?”

“i don’t know, they’re just gone. maybe they-“

the door opens up, and peter falls forward. liz has her hand on the doorknob. the rest of you are beside her. she puts her hands on her hips, glaring down at peter, then up at harry and ned.

“boys.”

ned and harry exchange a look.

“this was your idea, pete. you’re on your own.”

“what?”

“yeah, i’m with harry. sorry!”

the two of them run back to the living room, leaving peter to deal with all four of your wraths. he smiles awkwardly at you.

“this isn’t what it looks like.”

“were you spying on us?” betty asks. “perv,” mj adds.

“okay, it’s exactly what it looks like. but i can explain.”

“start talking,” liz says.

you extend a hand to help peter up, a smirk playing on your lips. he takes it and gets to his feet. heat rushes to his cheeks as he meets your eyes.

“i missed you.”

“really? that’s all you’ve got?” mj scoffs.

peter nods. you chuckle and pinch one of his blushing cheeks.

“that’s sweet, tiger. but spying on us isn’t cool. go back to the boys.”

“but i-“

“you heard her,” betty echoes.

she crosses her arms. liz shoves peter, and he stumbles back into the doorway.

“y/n, do something!”

you shrug. mj presses her lips into a sarcastic smile and slams the door in peter’s face, then the four of you continue as you were.

peter, ned, and harry finish the rest of star wars. they put on the next one after that, seeing as they have nothing better to do. ned and harry share the rest of the beer, which makes them sleepy. they eventually end up passing out. their heads are rested against the other’s, both snoring.

so much for guy time.

screw it, peter wants to see you, and he has one more trick up his sleeve that he knows you can’t resist.

liz is asleep on mj’s shoulder. mj is still awake, but her eyes are barely open. betty is curled up under your covers. you’re about to head to bed yourself when you hear knocking at your door. you pad over to the door and open it. not to your surprise, it’s peter.

“who is it? the perv?” mj asks through a yawn. “yup. be right back,” you say.

you leave your room and shut the door behind you. peter grins widely, too widely.

“what is it now, peter?”

“nothing. i just came to say goodnight.”

“okay, goodnight.”

you turn to go back in your room, but peter grabs you by your waist. he slides his hands down to your hips and inches his way closer to you, so close your lips are almost touching.

“could i get a goodnight kiss?”

“you don’t have to ask.”

with that, peter kisses you softly. he backs you against your door and lets his hands move lower and lower down your body. you giggle against his lips, pushing him back by his shoulders.

“nice try, tiger. but i’m going to bed.”

peter ignores you and kisses down your neck. his hands travel underneath your shirt.

“i love it when you wear my clothes, y’know. it’s so hot.”

“doesn’t take much to get you going.”

peter runs his fingers up and down your sides. the feeling of his warm hands on your bare skin sends shivers down your spine. he tugs on either end of your panties, leaving a kiss on your collarbone. his dark eyes lock with yours as he presses himself against you. you can feel him through his sweatpants, prompting that familiar ache in your core. you instinctively buck your hips.

“you either, angel.”

he’s right, you’re too worked up now to go to sleep. you need him. you roll your eyes, but give in.

“bathroom, now.”

you hurry into the bathroom and turn on the light. peter smiles in satisfaction. you pull him inside by the collar of his shirt, locking the door behind him.

#peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker imagine #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker writing #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you

[kitkatscabinet]

Being from Miles's universe and meeting Peter when he's at his lowest hcs.

(Gn reader so all my lovelies can enjoy)

Instead of Miles running into Peter first, you do. You're walking home and find what at first you think is a homeless man unconscious face down in the snow.

You aren't stupid, armed with pepper spray and a pocket knife you quickly but carefully walk towards him, nudging him with your foot when he doesn't respond.

Turning him over, you then worry you've stumbled across some idiot deciding to try and fill the void of the recently deceased spider man that then got his ass kicked.

you go to call the police but are stopped by a surprisingly strong grasp your wrist.

What happens next is what feels like supporting a drunk elephant back to your apartment. The man weighs a metric shit-tonne and is so uncoordinated it takes what feels like an eternity to make it back to your shitty run down apartment

More than once you have to dissuade people from calling the cops on what looks like a suspected kidnapping/murder and it leaves you even more furious at the deadbeat you now wished you'd ignored.

You're covered in sludge and snow and now your sheets are too, but you find it a little easier to ignore when you pull off the mask to find a boyishly handsome face

You can tell he's seen better days, but then again, so have you, and there's something endearing about the wet cat qualities he seems to possess

It's him that wakes you up in the morning, a shriek leaving your throat and a soft toy hurtling at his face as you register there is a man you don't know in your living area before the night's memories come rushing back

"Eggs?" you blurt out and that's how the two of you end up spending the morning. eating breakfast in silence and staring in confusion at one another

This is also the day you get introduced to the multiverse. Causing a freak out that lasts even longer than realising the man - Peter Parker with a striking resemblance to Spiderman was indeed A Spiderman.

He stays for a week before you run into one Miles Morales and Gwen Stacey.

Somewhere along the way, your nights turn into late-night conversations commiserating over life. The man is so pathetic, but what started as pity quickly turns into genuine empathy and friendship

During that time you learn all about MJ and about Peter's fears of being a dad. You are quick to assuage his fears, pointing to how good he is with teens as a reason

It's after one of these conversations that you start sleeping in the same bed. You wouldn't let him take the couch and he felt bad taking your bed for so long.

Peter wakes before you the next morning, having pulled you into him during his sleep, and for the first time since MJ he truly feels at peace.

It's selfish of him but he decides to pull you closer and go back to sleep, not noticing the fact you'd woken up too.

you both know he has to leave soon, but neither of you can quite stop yourselves from indulging in the little fantasy you've created

#peter b x reader #spiderman atsv #spiderman atsv x reader #peter b parker x reader #x reader

[rrcenic]

in the honor of my marvel obsession creeping back to me + my family being in disneyland and exploring avengers campus, have some ✨avengers incorrect quotes✨ as things my friends and family have said

a shit ton of these were conversations between @cissyenthusiast010155 and i lmao

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peter: indulge in my child-like whimsy. buy me a web slinger

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steve: is that an igloo over there??

peter: …it’s a hippie house?

tony: did you hear about the hippie states wife?

steve: why on earth is there a hippie house in the cars theme park?!

tony: babe. did you hear about the hippie states wi-

peter: what’s the hippie state?

tony: the hippie states wife is mississippi!

steve: what on earth are you talking abou-

tony: like,,, mrs. hippie?? mississippi?

steve: …

peter: …

tony: …

tony: i thought it was funny

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tony: “i can do this all day”? that’s what she said

steve: SHHHHHH!!!

natasha: ooh, you’ve finally been shushed

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loki: a kid ran in front of me and my reaction was “broken child!”

steve: wHAT?!

loki: i didn’t say it out loud!!!

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scott: please sir, you don’t understand, if i don’t get my 20 dollar sunglasses back, my children will die

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peggy: i support neil patrick harris being gay

natasha: peg, you’re a lesbian

peggy: yes, but i am an ally to his gayness

natasha: you are gay

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peter: they should let me stay up late. because. if they don’t it would be…

ned: transphobic?

peter: YES

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bucky: i smelled grass! and now i want some!

steve: you want to eat grass?!

bucky: absolutely

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peter: and they were LAB PARTNERS

harley: oh my gawd they were lab partners

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tony: i want shawarma

steve: i want to go to sleep

tony: it’s only 4 pm

steve: and?

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steve: oh, this boba pearl is stuck in the ice…

bucky: just like captain america!

tony: aaaah, good one

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mj: “what kind of girl do you want” a red one

peter: …

peter: are we talking about cars????

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thor: i don’t understand the scientific physics

bruce: the what

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peter: please bring back the cheese man

tony: that could really mean any of us

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*at their first meet up in a while*

natasha: yknow, i’m just now being reminded of the fact that i hate half the people here

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bucky: i hate will ferrell

sam: how can anyone hate will ferrell?!

bucky: well, i liked him in barbie

sam: and he was funny in the lego movie!

bucky: true, he was awesome in that

sam: oh, he was also megamind!

bucky: yes! i loved him with that

sam: you don’t actually hate will ferrell, do you?

bucky: …

sam: you just hate elf

bucky: …i just hate elf

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steve: “rogers: the musical” can only be described as feeling like bad fanfiction

tony: isn’t it amazing

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*playing heads up, prompt “avengers: civil war”*

peter: when! when the divorce!

scott: ant man’s first fight!

natasha: when everyone decided they didn’t like each other anymore!

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harley: oh, c3p0 and r2d2 are a gay couple!

peter: duh??? did you just realize that???

#nics stuff #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect avengers #stony #parkner #superfamily #steve and tony are. peters dads to me #avengers campus #natasha romanoff #peggynat #incorrect stony #incorrect parkner #incorrect superfamily #peggy carter #scott lang #loki odinson #thorbruce #thor odinson #bruce banner #mcu #bucky barnes #sambucky #steve rogers #tony stark #peter parker #harley keener #ned leeds #trans peter parker #mj watson #sam wilsom

[winniethewife]

Drunk on Love (Miguel x reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

I've looked for love in all the same old places Found the bottom of a bottle's always dry But when you poured out your heart, I didn't waste it 'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, alcoholism mentioned, google translate Spanish.

A/N: Final part! thanks to everyone who read it!

It would take a long time and a lot of work, But She kept her promise. She was there for every day he stayed sober, for every relapse. She was there for him in a way no one else would be, and every day she wore one of the necklaces he gave her. She would walk into his pent house or he would walk into her apartment, and his eyes would immediately look for the gold or silver chain on her neck. His hand would reach out and hold the interlocking hearts delicately in his palm and a smile would cross his face.

What they didn’t expect was that along the way, they would start to fall in love. It was little things at first. A glance across the table, him giving in to sleeping in her bed after a bender, her agreeing to sleep in the bed with him. Waking up in each other’s arms more often then they wake up alone most days. Its funny that someone else was their first to notice rather than them.

It wasn’t super uncommon to see her at HQ these days, usually to give Miguel lunch or something he “forgot” Somewhere (he needs to see her because he wants to drink), although not being a spider person herself she had a hard time navigating it alone, so more often than not she would be seen standing in the lobby waiting for Miguel to send someone to get her, or for him to come get him herself. At first he would send someone he trusted, Jess, Peter B. sometimes Ben, But eventually he’s just going on his own, he wants to see her the second she’s there. He’ll be in the middle of scolding someone and LYLA will announce her arrival and he’ll just leave to get her without a second thought.

“If you like her so much why haven’t you asked her out?” Peter B. elbowed Miguel in passing one day after she had left.

“I-What?” Miguel had looked at him like he was crazy.

“C’mon Mig. It’s obvious you two are in love. She’s totally your MJ. Don’t deny it.” Peter had given him a goofy smile and swung off before Miguel could react. Miguel thought about it the rest of the day. In love? That was…wasn’t it crazy? His MJ? He had been positive he had ruined his own canon to the point that he would never see that benefit of a spider-person’s life, falling in love. When He got back to his pent house he was anxious to ask her about it, so focused on that when he walked in he hardly noticed that she had made him his favorite dinner and that everything in the dining room was decorated. She stood with a big smile on her face.

“6 months sober Miguel!” She announced with glee “Half a year!” He had actually forgotten. He smiles as well and embraced her.

“Gracias Hermosa. I wouldn’t have made it without you.” That’s when he knew, that look in her eyes as they hugged. They were in love. Neither of them we’re quite sure how the series of events after happened but she ended up on the kitchen counter and they were kissing. She was as sweet strawberry wine, as warm as a glass of brandy, all the things he didn’t need any more he found in her. Her arms around his neck as he kissed her with all the passion and love that he could muster.

“Te Amo Bebeita.”

“Te Amo Miguel.”

~

It wasn’t the easiest thing to stay sober, but It was a lot easier with her in his bed every night, and it was even easier when she had a ring around her finger, and he was pretty sure Liquor was never going to pass his lips again when he held their daughter in his arms for the first time. This was everything he ever wanted. Everything he needed. He was standing over the crib late one night when his wife joined him.

“She’ll still be here in the morning, you need sleep.”

“I know, Hermosa…I just can’t get enough of her… Mija…” He reaches down and brushes her dark curls from her face. She knows she can’t argue with him as she rests her head on his arm as they both look at the small life they had created together.

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Masterlist

#atsv #miguel o'hara #x reader #spiderman #across the spiderverse #miguel x reader #astv miguel #last part #angst with a happy ending #Spotify

[spoodrm4n]

This is Me Trying

Chapter One: ‘Cause I Haven’t Moved in Years

Pairings: Harley Keener/Peter Parker

Summary: Peter is struggling after losing everyone closest to him-- May, Tony, Ned, and MJ. Harley is struggling with where he came from and the parts of his past he never healed from. Harley needs a roommate and Peter is getting evicted. 

Read Ch. 2 here

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Peter Parker isn’t a bitter person– or at least he doesn’t think so. After all of the detrimental events that have taken place in his life, he’s not bitter. He refuses to believe he’s bitter. 

Sure, he’s living alone in one of the worst apartment complexes in Queens, works two jobs just to afford rent and the bare essentials of life all whilst attending Queensborough community college. In the midst of all of this, he patrols every night, only getting a couple hours of sleep a night. And it’s only been a month since he watched his aunt die and the whole world forget him— including the people he loved most. 

He misses May with everything in him. The grief bubbles up his throat more often than not and sometimes it’s all encompassing and doesn’t let him breathe. He could’ve done more– done better and saved her. Sometimes when he washes his hands he can still see her blood on them. He barely sleeps because he’s plagued by the memories of her death replaying over and over and over and over…

MJ and Ned live on without him and he’s unbelievably happy for them. Sometimes he’ll spot them walking the streets near the coffee shop MJ works at. Sometimes Peter is selfish and even though rent is late and the coffee shop is twenty minutes away, he goes there anyway, just to make sure she’s still okay. Of course she is; he’s not there to screw up her life. 

Ned is the same. He’s still Ned, but not his best friend Ned. It’s odd to think of how people change whenever you’re no longer a lasting impact on them or a constant in their life. Peter misses the sleepovers, building legos, the lab experiments, and the patrolling with Ned as his guy in the chair and it makes his heart ache. 

Another wound that Peter harbors is the death of Tony. When Peter had come back to life from the snap the first thing he had thought to do was find Tony. Nothing else had mattered in that moment. He had found him amidst the chaos of the battlefield and they had hugged and Peter was whole. Not even five minutes later he would be the shell of the person he was. The tears had dried out and nothing was left but numbness. He remembers Mr. Stark’s half-alive eyes and the way his charred skin burned his nostrils. It had been too much. He still has yet to get over that first loss and he hasn’t. He doesn’t know where to start.

He patrols more– all that he can. He saves everyone he can and stays up at night due to the ones he can’t. He gets a bit more reckless, having to stitch himself up more often that he would be willing to admit. Peter is hurting and all he knows is to push it down. Push it down as far as he can and swallow the bitterness because that’s what he isn’t. 

Life could certainly be better, but Peter believes he isn’t bitter.

Harley Keener is a bitter person. He’s grown up bitter and angry and spiteful and he’s well aware. He doesn’t hide it, either– refuses to. If there’s two things Harley is it’s most certainly bitter and honest.

He’s bitter at the fact that he remembers the sounds of his dad beating his ma. He’s bitter that sometimes he would be the one getting beaten instead. He’s bitter at the fact that his dad left when he and Abbie were just kids. He’s bitter that his ma had to pick up two jobs just to support the three of them and that he couldn’t do anything but watch for so long. He’s bitter that he was forced to grow up entirely way too soon. He’s bitter because Tony was one of the only good things in his life and just like everything else it got ripped from him.

He had moved to New York not too long after Tony’s death. Pepper had reached out to him the weekend of Tony’s funeral and had disclosed that there was a large sum stashed away for Harley. Included in that was a suit made specially for Harley as well as a lab that was to be shared with someone named Peter Parker. 

Pepper had tried to remember any mention of the boy, but she would always end up drawing a blank. It also didn’t help that the kid was practically untraceable. 

Harley had bought a nice apartment just outside of Queens in Manhattan and spent his time working through his classes at ESU, doing some contracting work for neighbors or others around the area, and helping save the citizens of New York as his secret identity of Iron Lad.

He’s bitter and angry and resentful at the world he’s grown accustomed to and he’s well aware of it. 

…

“Harley, honey, how are classes going?” Harley rushed to press the phone against his ear, almost missing what Pepper says as he walks into his apartment, kicks off his shoes, and locks the door. 

“They’re going fine, ma’am. Midterms are keeping me on my toes, though.” Harley walks further into the apartment, setting his keys down on the kitchen counter and bending down to lean his elbows against the marble. 

“How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Pepper?” He hears her sigh from across the phone line. 

“I’m afraid you’ll have to tell me plenty more.” Harley feels the ghost of a smile pull at his lips. 

“How’s the search for a roommate going? I’m sure there’s plenty of applicants.” Pepper changes the subject and Harley stands up straight now, moving to the living room and eyeing the stack of applications on the coffee table. 

“Sure are. All seem like a bunch of stuck ups, though. No one’s caught my eye.” Harley’s honest with her, picking up a few papers and tossing them back down half haphazardly. 

“That’s a shame. I know how lonely it can be living by yourself. Another person would do you good, Harley.” Pepper knows Harley is struggling, no matter how much he covers it up with jokes, hard work, or just being plain mean. Harley knows she sees right through him. 

“Yeah, I know. I’m working on it, Pepper.” He sighs, sitting down on the couch and switching the phone from his right ear to his left. The thing is though, Harley doesn’t necessarily want a roommate, but Pepper’s been on his ass for the last couple months. He knows she’s only worried about him, but Harley’s doing fine. He’s fine. 

“I know you are. I have to get going, Morgan has gymnastics and she’s been reminding me about it all day,” she laughs and Harley musters a smile. He can imagine Morgan’s pouty face and her puppy dog eyes. 

“Yes ma’am. Can’t keep Mo waiting,” Harley’s smile turns sad as he remembers how long it’s been since he’s seen the two. 

“Bye, Harley. Don’t be afraid to call.” Pepper and Harley don’t say ‘I love you’ well, they say it in different ways. They both understand, though. 

Before Harley gets a chance to respond she’s hung up and he’s left in his own silence. His shoulders slump and tilts his head back, closing his eyes and thinking about what he has to do tonight. 

He decides to go through new applications first, hoping to ease Pepper’s worry. He stands and heads for the front door, quickly finding the mailbox attached to his door. He opens it and a hefty stack of papers await him. He groans, dreading going through all of these applications. He makes his way to the dining table and stacks them neatly in front of him as he sits down. 

He’s about a third of the way through the stack when a familiar name catches his eye. “Peter Parker…” He says aloud, grabbing the paper from out of the stack and examining it carefully. 

“Nineteen years old, goes to Queensburough, works two jobs, lives alone…” Harley rattles off, eyebrows furrowing the more he reads. “Fallen on hard times and it’s become hard to afford an apartment alone.” He finishes. He re-reads the application more, observing the way that Peter had described himself and how he is studying in engineering. “Peter Parker…” Harley mumbles again. He knows that name. He makes a mental note to text Pepper about the name and ask her if that name is familiar. He’s almost certain he had heard Pepper say his name before. 

His eyes find the phone number on the top of the page and he pulls his phone out of his pocket, typing in the number. It rings once, twice, three times, then goes to voicemail. 

“This is Peter! I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call, I’ll get back with you as soon as I can, thank you!” Harley is slightly annoyed and surprised by the cheery voice that filters through the speaker. The dial tone beeps and Harley blinks, kind of caught off guard.

“Hi Peter, I got your application for sharing the apartment and I’d like to meet with you to discuss further options. Thank ya much, Harley Keener.” He hits the end call button and sets his phone down on the table, continuing to go through the applications. 

…

Peter stops in front of the door of his apartment, getting slapped in the face with the bright yellow paper stuck to his door that reads, ‘60 day eviction notice’. He swallows down the lump in his throat as someone clears their throat from behind him. 

“Rent has been late the last four months, Mr. Parker. I’ve given you multiple chances and it just isn’t working out.” Peter turns on his heel and is met with Mr. Hall. He wears a deep frown, almost like he doesn’t want to kick Peter out, but has no choice. The guy clearly has a choice, though; he’s been doing just fine with Peter’s late rent. Someone’s probably offered the guy more money for the place that Peter doesn’t have. 

“I know and I’m so sorry Mr. Hall, I’ve been trying really hard. It’s just–” Peter’s cut off by Mr. Hall finishing his sentence.

“You work two jobs and you’re going to college? I know Mr. Parker and I’m very sorry, but I can no longer tolerate this. I’ve been patient these last few months but I have a family to feed.” Peter knows it’s bullshit, but forces a smile for him instead. 

“Okay, I understand.” Peter is short and he quickly turns around, ripping the note off his door and swallowing down the lump in his throat. He shuts the door behind him and grits his teeth, setting his backpack on the floor so he can run his hands through his hair. 

He had filled out multiple applications for people looking for roommates in the area and only one had gotten back with him so far, but the rules were entirely too strict for Peter. There was no way he was going to be able to be SpiderMan and live under the same roof as the guy. 

He threw the eviction notice onto the counter and picked his backpack up, carrying it to the small desk in the corner to finish his homework. By the time he was done, the sky had gone dark and the city streets became just a bit quieter. 

Peter breathes out, placing all of his finished work back into its assigned folder and stood, stretching out the stiffness that came with sitting in a poorly made, wooden chair. He chances a glance out of the one window in his one room apartment and decides to turn the police scanner on, getting ready for patrol and putting on his SpiderMan suit. He was itching to get out of the cramped space he called ‘home’. 

…

Harley fiddled with the hot sleeve on his coffee cup as he waited for Peter to arrive. The guy was already ten minutes late and Harley was about to finally get up and leave, accepting he’d been blown off, but the dinging of the front door bell stopped him. 

He looked up and his eyes met with a boys' brown ones. Harley immediately recognized the boy across the coffee shop as Peter, recalling the photo from his application. Peter looked impossibly better in person. His brown hair curled at the ends, but it wasn’t necessarily messy, his eyes were a deep brown, but shone in the sunlight that streamed through the many windows in the shop. He was dressed in a baggy sweater that looked like a lucky, vintage find in a thrift store and some dark-washed jeans. His tennis shoes were teetering on the edge of falling apart and he had a navy blue backpack slung over his shoulder. 

“Are you Harley?” Harley blinked and found that Peter was standing right in front of him now, eyebrows pulled together and hands nervously gripping the straps of his backpack. 

“Y-yeah, go ahead and sit down. Ya know you’re late?” Harley gestured towards the chair across from him, motioning for Peter to sit down. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry about that. You know how awful it can be to get around in the city sometimes.” Peter flashed Harley an apologetic smile, sitting down in the chair and setting his bag on the floor next to him. 

“I understand. So, Peter, tell me about yourself.” Harley was intrigued by Peter. The moment he watched him walk through the door he had wanted to know more about him. 

“There’s not much to say other than what was already on my application,” Peter shrugged, fingers picking at the skin around his nails. 

“Well there wasn’t a lot about you on the application. I know you attend Queenburough and have two jobs, but that’s about it.” Harley quirks an eyebrow, elbows leaning on the table in front of him.

“I’m majoring in engineering and minoring in psychology. I live in a one room apartment that smells like a dumpster because it’s all I can afford– or was. I like photography, but I haven't had much time to get into it again, though.” Peter shrugged, eyes meeting Harley’s every now and again. 

“Got any family that lives ‘round here?” Harley leans forward as he studies Peter. The hurt that flashes across Peter’s face is only there for a split second, then it’s gone again. 

“No.” He answers simply and Harley furrows his eyebrows. It’s obvious his question had been a surprise and touchy subject for Peter.

“They live out of state?” Harley assumed Peter’s situation could be similar to his. He misses his ma and Abbie and makes a mental note to call them at some point this week. 

“Uh, no. I don’t really have any family left.” Peter shifted uncomfortably in his seat, eyes avoiding Harley’s. The pieces fell into place and Harley lets out a small ‘oh’ at Peter’s words. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” Harley’s mouth is dry– he doesn’t know what else to say, really. 

“It’s alright. I think I’m slowly coming to terms with it.” Peter dares to meet Harley’s gaze. His stomach turns at the look of pity on Harley’s face. 

“Ya shouldn’t have to. Look, I’m gonna be honest– I could really use a roommate. The woman that’s practically my second mother has been on my ass about not living alone. And it seems like you could use some company yourself, so, when can you move in?” There’s a few steps Harley skips in the interviewing process, throwing caution to the wind. He’s drawn to Peter and he doesn’t particularly know why, but he wants to. 

“That’s it?” Peter’s jaw is dropped, eyebrows raised. 

“Well, yeah.” Harley shrugs. He figured Peter would be eager at his offer. 

“How much is rent?” Peter asks before he dives head first into what the blonde is offering him.

“$150 a month. I’m pretty well off, honestly, and I would really just need you to pay for utilities and groceries.” Peter has to stop his jaw from hitting the table. 

“Any rules I should know about up front?” Peter believes this is too good to be true.

“I would prefer if you kept your dirty shoes off the rug, don’t forget to clean up after yourself, and shower everyday. Don’t need ya stinkin up the place.” Harley rattles off. “If you let me do me, I’ll let ya do you. Simple as that.”

“Well of course I’m gonna shower everyday who do you think I am?” Peter rolls his eyes, arms crossing over his chest.

“I don’t know your life, Parker.” Harley pops the ‘p’ if Peters last name in a satisfying and annoying way.

“Well, what if I was a murderer? And-and you just let me move in with you on a whim?”  Peter gaped, hands motioning wildly. Harley blinked at the boy.

“Well are you?” Peter paused, staring back at the blonde. 

“Am I a murderer?” Peter re-affirmed, voice hushed as to not alarm the other patrons enjoying their coffee.

“Yeah, are you?” Harley challenged, arms crossed against his chest. He already knew the answer.

“No! Of course not–” Harley cuts Peter off by standing, the legs of his chair scraping against the tile floor. 

“Then it’s settled. You’re moving in with me.” Harley won’t take no for an answer. 

…

It’s a week later and Peter has packed all of his life into a total of four boxes. Harley is supposed to pick him up and help him move, but now that Peter is all packed, he realizes there’s not much help to be had. 

A knock at his door snaps him out of his trance and he moves to open it. On the other side, there’s Harley who looks like he’s just seen a homeless man piss into a bottle at Central Park and throw it in the kids playground. “You weren’t joking about the dumpster smell, Pete.” Harley pushed past Peter and into the small, empty apartment. 

“I’m all packed up.” Peter says, choosing to ignore Harley’s comment. Harley places his hands on his hips and surveys the room, his eyes landing on the four boxes stacked neatly across the room. 

“Only four boxes?” Harley turns around, head tilted like a confused puppy.

Peter nods back at him, “to be fair, when I first moved here there was only one.” 

Harley can’t decide whether to laugh or frown, so he settles on pulling his lips into a thin line. “Well let’s get a move on, Parker.”

It takes them one whole trip for the both of them to take the four boxes downstairs to Harley’s car. Peter knows he should be at least a bit embarrassed, but he can’t find it in himself to care. He doesn’t think Harley cares that much either; it just makes the process a whole lot easier anyhow. 

Peter’s honestly impressed that Harley even has a car. New Yorkers don’t really own cars and when they do they have money.

“You drive?” Peter breaks the silence that has fallen over the two on the drive to Harley’s apartment.

“Good observation, sweetheart.” Harley smirks and Peter fumbles on his next words.

“No-no like— I know of maybe two people that own cars and live in the thick of New York,” Peter clarifies and Harley hums.

“Well I’m not from around here. I moved up from Tennessee for college and in Tennessee you can’t really walk anywhere too quickly. Had to learn how to drive to get around and get a half decent job– although that’s a joke when it comes to Rose Hill.” Harley explains. Peter mentally notes Harley’s accent. Makes sense.

“Do you like it here?” Peter keeps the topic focused on Harley. Harley doesn’t need to know about Peter. Peter is solely moving in with Harley because he can no longer afford to live on his own and there was no way that he could’ve passed up the deal he was offered. After losing May, MJ, and Ned he’s decided and determined to keep everyone at arms length.

“Not really, no. The city stinks all the time, people are downright rude, and traffic constantly bites you in the ass.” Harley complains, fingers drumming impatiently along the steering wheel as they sit in traffic. “What about you? Have you always lived here?” 

“Yeah. Born and raised in Queens.” Peter’s reply is short and strained, making it obvious he doesn’t want to talk about himself any further. Harley doesn’t get the memo and continues with his questions. 

“Ah, so you’re a true New Yorkian.” Harley’s fingers now drum along the wheel to the faint beat of the song that’s playing through the speakers instead of impatiently. 

“That is not a real term.” Peter points out and Harley rolls his eyes, turning for just a moment to face Peter. 

“It is now. I’ve just decided.” And Peter groans, elbow leaning on the console between them and hiding his face in his palm. 

“You shouldn’t be allowed to make decisions like that. They don’t seem like they’re good ones,” Peter looks up and is met with Harley’s right profile. He’s staring at the car ahead, just now moving forward.

“How would you know? You’ve only known me for a week.” Harley shoots back and Peter snorts. 

“Exactly. And now I’m moving in with you.” Harley is silent and Peter thinks he’s finally won the argument, but then–

“You agreed. I didn’t kidnap you; you came willingly.” Peter can’t really argue with that one.

Harley: 1, Peter: 0.

#parkner #harley keener x peter parker #harley keener/peter parker #parley #parkner fic #parkner angst #harley keener #peter parker #harley keener fic #peter parker fic #yes im back in my parkner era and im listening to folklore 24/7 #parkner roommate au

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Afternoon Naps

Summary: Peter 1 is in a mood and Peter 2 knows what to do ❤️

Peter 2 didn't know why, but the youngest had been in a mood for most of the afternoon. The oldest Peter had asked him what was wrong and the youngest had refused to answer. He had offered some suggestions to brighten his mood and One had shot them all down. He had even offrered just a listening ear and the youngest had brushed him off. Two was running out of options.

After some prompting, Peter Two finally got his brother to sit with him on the couch.

"I don't need a cuddle Two."

"We're not going to cuddle." Peter 2 prepped the TV. "We're going to watch a show."

Without a word, the youngest Peter had plopped onto his side of his couch.

Two chucked a blanket at him. "Here, now you can stay warm."

"Fine."

Two's heart cracked a little at the response, but he knew he had to keep up a firm front. Instead of commenting, Peter 2 had simply started the show. It was one both of them had seen before but he knew One would like it.

Sure enough, the youngest began to relax as his eyes remained glued to the screen. Meanwhile, Two watched his baby brother from the corner of his eye to see if he could figure out the problem.

As the show progressed, One began to rock back and forth and rub his eyes. A light clicked on in Two's head and he decided to test his theory. He let the show continue but subtly shifted closer to One. Sure enough, within two episodes, the youngest had glued himself to Two's side.

Another episode later, Peter 1 has slipped off to sleep. Now Two was stroking his curls as the show continued.

"So that's what it was huh Bug?" The oldest Peter cooed as he made sure the blanket was tucked around One's shoulders. "Too many late nights?"

Of course, Peter 1 didn't respond. He just instinctively cuddled more into his older brother's chest.

Peter 2 chuckled and took out his phone. "Smile for me."

After snapping a few pictures, Peter 2 sent them off to the middle Peter and his MJ. While Peter 2 was on his phone, a familiar face popped up on his caller ID.

Peter 2 hit the answer button. "Hey MJ . . . Yeah, hehe passed out a couple minutes ago . . . No, no sickness---I promise."

The youngest Peter shifted slightly. Two restarted his hair fiddling.

"What's that . . . Yeah, I can do that . . . It's no problem sweetheart, I'll get right on those . . . Alright, see you later tonight. Bye-bye."

The oldest Peter carefully shifted out from under his younger brother before carefully laying him down. "Get some sleep Bug, I need to finish a couple things for MJ."

It didn't take long for Two to finish the tasks MJ had asked him to. He moved the laundry over to the dryer and made sure the chicken MJ had laid out was defrosting thoroughly. While he was up and moving, the oldest Peter also began tidying the master bedroom. It was still messy from the night before. All in all, the tasks took 15 minutes tops.

Once he was done, Peter 2 grabbed a stuffed animal for One before making his way back to the living room. He smiled when he saw Peter 1 was still curled up under his blanket, but his smile dropped when he heard the quietest sniffs come from under the blanket.

Two knelt next to the couch. "Hey Pete, what's wrong?"

The youngest Peter haphazardly reached a hand out to his oldest brother.

Peter 2 reached forward and lifted One into his arms before sitting down on the couch. "Hey, it's okay, you're okay. What happened? Did you have a nightmare?"

No verbal response came from the half awake youngest. Instead he buried his face back into Two's chest before settling back down to sleep.

The oldest Peter smiled. "Or did you just miss me while I was gone?"

Peter 1 relaxed into Two's hold even more.

"Looks like the rest of my afternoon is booked being a giant stuffie." Peter 2 slipped the stuffed animal he had brought down under One's other arm. "Ahand I'm okay wihith that."

One stirred a little and mumbled, "Love you."

As the youngest drifted back to sleep, Peter 2's smile grew. "Love you too Snuggle Bug. You and all your moods.

Meanwhile, a smile appeared on Peter 1's face as he stayed in dreamland with his big brother by his side.

#peter 1 #peter 2 #fluff #sometimes you just need a cuddle and a nap to change your mood

[ynparker]

Good day! Can I request a fic where reader thinks she's an afterthought to Peter because she always get stood up by him and the one time she needed him the most he's late or didn't show up.It can end however you see fits, thank you!

A/N: I love the idea! There will definitely be a part 2 to this...

The One Time - Peter Parker x (Y/N) - Part 1

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: (Y/N) put her heart and soul into her college application. She had done everything she could to get into her dream school, and the week had finally come when she would get her results. She was the most excited out of everyone in her school to get her letter. If only a certain someone shared her excitement...

Warnings: Peter being kinda neglecting

Hey, are you free?

Read

Can I call you?

Read

Peteer?

Read

Honestly, she had sent so many texts that it was almost too embarrassing to send another one. But she did. It's not like she had another choice. Peter had to think it was important if she texted him again.

College results come in today...

Delivered

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She was almost bored as she saw it. It had become a ritual tual at that point. Peter saw her messages, never replied to them, and pretended he had been too busy and that everything was ok.

But it never was. Peter wold always ignore her, she was always his second priority. Maybe even his third or fourth one.

Her phone suddenly began buzzing. She almost cursed herself at the sudden jolt of excitement that coursed through her. But her heart rate immediately slowed when she saw who it was.

"Hey, MJ," (Y/N) said, trying not to show the disappointment in her voice and probably failing.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" her friend replied, sounding much happier than she herself felt.

"Where are you?" (Y/N) asked, frowning at the pink coverlet sitting next to her on the bed as her ears picked up on loud music coming from MJ's end.

"Liz convinced me to go clubbing."

"Clubbing?" (Y/N) choked. "Dude, you hate clubbing."

"I hated clubbing, past tense," MJ laughed. "It is the funniest thing, and plus, I don't have to think about college results. Or my future."

"Which is why I stay away from them, and why I thought you did too!" (Y/N) replied, clicking her phone to speaker and tossing it next to her on the bed as she lay down. Worry was gathering in her chest, and she took deep breaths as she tried to take her mind off her troubles.

Peter was out there, somewhere. He had seen her messages. What was he doing that he had to ignore them? It was probably something important, but was it really that important...?

"Hey, (Y/N)! You still with me?" MJ's voice carried out of the phone speaker and into her friend's unwilling ears. All (Y/N) wanted to do was curl up and watch videos until she fell asleep, pretending it would take her mind off of problems when she knew full well it would do nothing.

"Yes..."

"Alright, that's enough, I'm coming over."

"What?"

(Y/N) sat up immediately, her frown overtaking her face. What on earth did MJ have planned now...

"You're coming with me. You're going to get up and take off your little MIT hoodie and come to the club."

"You don't know what I'm wearing," (Y/N) said, injured, as she looked down at her MIT hoodie.

"I know what you're going to be wearing!" MJ called. "Now get ready. I'm pulling up in fifteen minutes."

"You don't have a car," (Y/N) reminded her, still hoping she could get out of this.

"Oh, this girl I met here is giving me a ride. If you're not ready, I'll tell Peter you sleep with his shirt under your pillow."

With that, MJ hung up.

"Yeah, you can try," (Y/N) said to the dark screen. "Maybe you'll have better luck."

All of a sudden, the screen lit up again. (Y/N) squealed and jumped out of bed as she recognized the name. It was from Peter.

Her fingers hurried to tap the notification and push in her passcode. Her heart fell a little as she read the text.

Kinda busy tonight, helping May.

Her smile brightened again as another text popped up.

Yeah, I know, it's pretty exciting.

Of course, Peter would never forget her. She pushed all the 'what ifs' to the back of her mind. This was a time to get ready.

She'd never had the opportunity to wear the dress she knew would be the most appropriate. A friend had gotten it for her months ago, and it was so short she had pushed it to the back of her closet, definite it belonged in the 't-shirt' category rather than a dress.

But now, as she held it out in front of her, the silver material and the tight bodice didn't seem so bad. After all, it was one night, and Peter's text had considerably lightened her mod. Maybe one or two drinks would make her feel better.

A honk sounded from outside, and (Y/N) smiled as she heard MJ's voice calling her.

She hurried to grab her clutch and her phone. This was her first time going out since she could remember. She was determined to make the most of it.

"You look hot," MJ commented as her friend slipped into the car and shyly said hello to the girl driving the car.

"Since when did you become that friend who drags all her friends to random clubs at all hours of the day?" (Y/N) asked.

"You... need to get out more," MJ slurred, twirling a red plastic cup in her fingers.

"And you... are drunk," (Y/N) mocked, though she didn't really mean it. She intended to follow in her friend's footsteps that night. She could use some forgetting.

The data was off on her phone. She couldn't get any notifications. But if she did, she would have seen that her MIT application status had been updated.

She would also have torn up all her pictures of MIT that she had made when she was younger, or the promise letter she had written in freshman year, promising herself she would get in.

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Meanwhile, Peter Parker was having the time of his life. Obviously, Aunt May didn't need his help that night, he had just said that to get rid of (Y/N). He loved her, he really did, but she needed too much from him. She needed a version of him that he couldn't be.

When MJ had texted him by accident, he had found out that she would be at a club, he had decided to join her but ended up with a gaggle of swooning girls at a bar.

Now, he just wanted to forget about everything. (Y/N), in particular, He had gotten into MIT when he applied for Early Action, so he didn't have the same stress as his classmates.

So clubbing on a Friday night seemed like a perfect excuse to forget about his weirdly clingy girlfriend.

Suddenly, someone beside him squealed. He looked up suddenly and saw a girl who had sat with him jumping up and down, looking at her phone, a widely excited look on her face.

"They're here! MIT is sending out acceptances!" she squealed.

"Oh, boy," Peter sighed. He knew he was being a complete jerk, but didn't he deserve some privacy? Didn't he deserve some peace and quiet? All he was hoping for in that moment was that (Y/N) wouldn't text him.

But, sure enough, five minutes later, his phone started buzzing.

A hand on his chest soon stopped the hand going to his pocket.

"Who is that from?" a girl's voice whispered in his ear. Peter turned around and smiled when he recognized her. She had bought him a drink earlier, and she seemed to really like him. Not that Peter was complaining, she looked really good.

"Just a girl," whispered Peter, feeling his throat tighten.

"Well, ditch her," the girl said. "Wanna get out of here?"

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(Y/N) could feel the sobs slipping to her throat. She had convinced MJ that she was ok, she could get herself home. But right now, she was outside the club, holding her phone, looking left and right in horror.

Acceptance status: denied.

Denied.

Not even deferred. Denied.

This was the end of everything. She had texted her mom, her dad, Peter. Finally, she had managed to get an Uber, which should have been here three minutes ago, and Peter had sent her another cryptic text about helping his Aunt May.

"Oh, screw it," (Y/N) whispered into the night air, and pressed the call button next to her boyfriend's name.

There was a pause. She frowned. Peter's ringtone was the Ghostbusters theme song. She could literally hear the song playing in her ears. It sounded too real to be something she was making up in her head.

She frowned again and looked around, trying to follow the source of the noise.

(Read Part 2 here!)

#peter parker x yn #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #i'm in love with peter parker #tom!peter parker #tom!spiderman #tom!peter x reader #tom holland

[i-lovethatforme]

Things you said I wasn't meant to hear and when I was sick

...

For Link and Zelda muhahaha

sir!!!! mmkay here you go you forced my hand!!!! and don't accuse me of cheating it COUNTS!!!! your fave things for you, ER and babies and i am giggling.

MJ feels the mattress dip ever so slightly and channels her acting skills into keeping her face neutral and her breathing steady. She hasn't told Peter she sleeps better when he's next to her because she knows he'll still need to go out. She knew when they discussed whether he even wanted to pull the spandex back on after so long. But Spider-Man was always part of him, it made him who he was and she loves seeing that side of him.

She just loves it a little more when he crawls through their window at three am safe and sound.

Still, she knows he's always felt guilty for leaving her and even more so now she's pregnant, so she keeps her eyes closed and her snoring light as he settles into bed next to her. She'll move around soon, pushing him into the shower because he's not clean even if he did take his suit off. But for right now, she lets him push her hair from her face and rest his hand against her stomach.

MJ knows she feels equal parts excited and equal parts terrified to bring a baby into the world but Peter has never been anything other than ecstatic from the moment he was able to hear the heartbeat.

"Hey Link," he whispers against her stomach and she barely resists the urge to roll her eyes if only because she knows he'll hear it. She's convinced they're having a girl and Peter thinks they're having a boy - they don't mind, obviously. They only want a happy, healthy baby.

Maybe one that's a little sticky if MJ really had to think about it.

"I know your mumma isn't going to let me call you that," Peter grumbles, shuffling down the mattress. MJ lets her fingers card through his hair and she's not sure if he thinks she's awake or if her acting even had him fooled at all. Either way, he continues.

"She's going to think of a much better name for you," he whispers, then, "but just between you and I - being Link for even a little while was one of the best things that ever happened to me. Because I met your mum and she's just my favourite thing in the world. She's going to be yours as well - so maybe, just for me, or her, you can be super nice from now on, okay? Because being sick isn't nice, buddy. But we'll forgive you anyway."

MJ pulls her bottom lip between her teeth to suppress her smile, but she's not sure it works at all, because falling in love was never what she planned. But she loved Peter as Link and she loves him now and she'll love him forever.

"Wait -" Peter starts, his tone making MJ's heart race a little too fast as he places the side of his face against her stomach.

"Two heartbeats?!" he says, too loud for the lateness of the night. MJ's stomach drops - she's a planner, she's planned for one baby. She never planned for two. She immediately thinks about asking May to stay for six weeks instead of three and how she needs to ask her mum to see if she can get another space in preschool and -

"We can have a Link and a Zelda!" Peter shouts, looking up at MJ with no surprise at all that she's awake on his face.

"Peter!"

a 'sequel' (if you squint) to 'lights, camera' by @awakening5 that doesn't count as spoilers bc he loves a happy ending as much as me so!! (idk if the fic ends w them preg like i doubt IT but if so let it be known i called it years in advance and ty) x

#spideychelle #ask game #yes the years in advance is a call out #yes i know peter isn't spidey in the fic but WHAT IF #unEDITED TY

[shadowglens]

3, 14, 20, 23, 25, annnd 51 for gigi/peter? ❤

OBLIGATORY OTP ASK

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

gigi definitely likes sleeping in pete’s sweatshirts or t-shirts when they’re dating, and also for sure wore one of his shirts to an early morning class at university at some point. pete always acted mad about it even if there was a small smile at the corner of his mouth. i don’t think pete’s ever worn any of gigi’s clothes, or at least not on purpose - he’s probably grabbed one of her coats by accident a few times though.

14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

oh man. they’re both geniuses but different brands of geniuses - whereas gigi is arrogant and proud and resisent to being told what to do, pete loves learning and advancing his skills and bouncing ideas off people. they’re also both prone to sarcasm and keeping secrets and they also both, you know, have superpowers (which is a point of contention more than of bonding for them). in the end, their personalities end up clashing more than complimenting each other - it’s why they only last about a year before crashing and burning in the most spectacular, terrible way. it was good while it lasted though. 

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

set me on fire - birdmask

What difference does it make? Why would you hesitate? Tied to the witch's stake Promise you won't be late God only knows I'm fake Rotten morose and late Burn me for goodness sake

23. Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

gigi! neither of them are great morning people and pete often keeps odd hours what with being spider-man and all, but gigi is very convincing. 

25. Do they have any hobbies they share?

not so much hobbies, but they do share a lot of interests! they’re both massive science nerds (even if gigi hates being called that), and bond over their love of physics and molecular-based sciences. gigi also begrudingly accompanied pete on a few trips to the science centre and even if she’d never admit it, she does love going to places like that. 

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

any type of physical affection - hugs, kisses on the temple. ordering for each other without having to ask what they each want. gigi sending him birthday cards long after they’ve broken up and become enemies on either side of the line in the sand. peter leaving her to scream and bleed out on the pavement instead of killing her despite how she begs for it. gigi attending aunt may’s funeral from a distance and placing a flower on her grave once everyone’s gone. peter letting gigi back into his life as an ally and eventual friend even after everything. gigi telling him she’s happy that he and mj finally got back together. 

#oc tag #jendoe #ch: georgina grant #gigi x peter #ty aj mwah!!! #they drive me insane at all times #i went a little crazy with that last one but whatever

[moonlightcrusader]

Hey, I know you've probably got a million of these, but your works are amazing and I'd love to see your take on this idea if you're interested: Peter 1 is refusing to go to sleep for Peter 2 and it has something to do with Peter 3. But why? (You can go as angsty as an unsolved argument or reoccurring nightmare, or as lighthearted as waiting for Peter 3 to come back from something or Peter 1 wants Peter 3 to tuck him in :) ). Would love to see what you come up with. Have a great night/day!

Thank you!! This is an old ask, but i had so much writing this one, I wanted to give Peter the 10000 million percentage of chaotic and mischievous lil brother, poor Peter 2 :o I hope you guys love it!! 💕

***

Peter 2 has never felt more wrung out in his life.

Well, maybe that was an understatement. Spider manning at 40 does put a damper on his body, along with keeping a full time job and responsibilities of being a husband to his famous wife model…okay well he’s been through worse.

But right now, he goes through the mental checklist of why he doesn’t want to have kids at the moment and why MJ somewhat agreed.

“Petey, come on, it’s getting late and you need to go to bed. Remember, we don’t get big and strong from junky food and cartoons.”

Peter 1, who was fully decked out in matching pieces of Star Wars pj’s, only turned briefly to face his older counterpart. His cheeks were absolutely stuffed with popcorn and he had soda dribbling down his face. With a shake of a head and wide brown puppy eyes, Peter One turned back around to his cartoon marathon. 

Peter Two also didn’t want to be dubbed thee as “Snitch Brother.”

“I don’t wanna be a downer, but, I’ll tell Otto...”

“Okay, but you do know I’m an adult, right?” Peter 1 stuffed a Twinkie in his mouth as he licked the frosting off his now Cheeto covered fingers, having Peter 2 gag inside. “I’ve stayed up past 12 fighting bad guys before, dude. I’m okay.”

“Maybe, but not when you’re gonna go on a 12 hour road trip. Come on Pete, Three is gonna be upset if you don’t play punchies with us in the car tomorrow morning. Hey, I got an idea! What if I tuck you in? You always like it when Three does it, I could do it for a change!”

Two’s eyes widened when he only received a raspberry in return, the TV getting louder in volume as the remote turned it up.

Okay, that’s it. He tried to be civil.

Peter 2 immediately turned off the TV with a shot of his web and immediately wrapped Petey up, trapping the boy in his webs as he squirmed. He picked up the wiggling bundle and quickly headed to their shared room.

Yeah, he should have done this WAY earlier.

Peter 2 closed the door with his foot and gently propped the boy on the bed. He didn’t know why Peter One was acting so weird. He usually gave up on staying up after Three offers to tuck him in personally.

“Uncalled for,” Peter One grunted as he wiggling. “Eww, you wrapped my popcorn in here. Now it’s gonna taste like.. guts or something.”

“Or maybe regular fiber, which essentially that’s all my webs is, bud.” Two quickly picked up the little bundle and cradled it. “Anyways, you gotta go to sleep Petey. It’s late.”

Petey just sighed. “You’re…you’re right man. I’m sorry.” The boy yawned and attempted to stretch. “M’ just mad you always treat me like a little kid.”

“Well..sometimes it doesn’t help you act like one Petey. Plus, comes in the description of your brother role,” Two softened as he held a bit tighter. “Okay, let’s go to bed.”

Unwrapping the youngest and sending him off to brush his teeth, Peter Two checked his phone. No texts from Peter Three, who was actually working a late shift at a nearby pizza shop. First day on the job and Two was the one who looked more worried.

When Peter Two tried to tuck a blanket around One, he gently pushed his hand away.

“I’m good, Peter. See you & Peter Three tomorrow.” The boy turned from his side of their combination of a nest and a bed and started to snore.

Ah. Finally, mission accomplished!

***

2 hours later.

“Petey, I’m seriously deciding whether to ground you instead of Otto. I thought you went to bed!” Two whined, feeling himself almost drifting back to sleep.

Jeez, can’t this kid rest?

Peter One was now jumping on the couch quietly giggling in their shared living room. The oldest did considered the fact the kid just ate whole lots of junk and soda..so there was possibility that he’s in a sugar rush that could last..all. Day.

Or. All. Night. 12:30 AM!!

“M’not tired! You guys should have totally hid all the root beers for me-

“I’m legit going to ground you-

A key jiggling and a door knock silenced them both.

“Heyyy, could someone open the door? I can hear my favorite bros are up!”

“Three!” One jumped excitedly as he opened the door, hugging his older brother tightly as he closed the door.

“You took forever to come back, man! What happened?” The little one shot a wide look at his older brother.

“Well, I took a bit of overtime. Thought the extra money would be worth what we might spend on the trip tomorrow. Anyways, come on bud, let’s go to bed.” Peter 3 unexpectedly picked up Peter 1 and carried him to the room.

Peter 2 just followed, rubbing his tired eyes. “I don’t think you’re gonna get that far Three, I’ve been trying to get him to sleep all night, I’m so tired and he’s just been-

As Two rambled, Peter 1 snickered as he jumped into their shared nest bed, Three looking fondly at the youngest and wrapping him in a blanket. “You’ve been giving him trouble little man?”

“Hey, I’m not little. And Uhh..no?” Petey felt himself calm from the adrenaline, a calloused gentle hand ruffling through his chestnut curls. “I just missed you a lot.” He made a whispering gesture.

“I really like your tucking in methods than Two’s.”

“I knew it!” Three chuckled as he kept ruffling the youngest curls, a fond look settling in his eyes as he watched Petey yawn and curl into the blanket. “It’s the humming, huh? I always think music works best when sleeping.”

Petey nodded slowly as he grabbed Three’s hand, a sleepy goodnight barely making its way out of his mouth before the boy fell into a world of sleep. Three planted a small kiss on his head as he prepared for bed as well. He made sure to start humming to keep the youngest asleep.

“And then he kicked me in my sleep! I think my reflexes are getting slower, then- what?” Two noticed the sleepy spider in the bed. “How did…why is he suddenly…” he did another double take.

Where was the very energetic and chaotic baby brother..and why is he SUDDENLY asleep?

“Hey! It took me forever to get him to actually for real sleep! How did you…?”

“I think you need to step up your tucking in game, dude.”

#moonlightcrusader #tobey maguire #peter parker #spiderman #spiderman no way home #tom holland #andrew garfield #no way home #spider bros #oneshot

[amazing-spiderling]

So for the two ask games: 3,12, 17, 21, 36, 49 for murderdock and 4, 9, 13, 23, 27, 31, 35, 44 for Gwen, then 🧭, ♻️, 🤔, ❤️!

I think I already answered all of those WIP asks (and honestly, I don't have that many going at a time) so I'll answer the character asks!

MURDERDOCK:

3. Obscure headcanon

The Hand tried to diversify their portfolio by breaking into the entertainment industry, starting in Japan with musical groups. Matt had a short-lived stint as a solo artist but the project was eventually scrapped. He still misses it sometimes. Nobody knows about this until Foggy finds a beat up CD case in used music store one day and spends a full minute gawking at the familiar brooding face on the cover.

12. Crack headcanon

I just think it would be funny if he was a vegetarian. I don't even know that I consider this a headcanon, it would just be funny if the guy going around murdering people with his sword cane ate a lot of tofu.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

I've made a few playlists over the years, but a song I haven't had a chance to put on one yet is "Promiseland" by Mika

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

Robbi Rodriguez has art of him with a martini glass on his IG and I decided it was an appletini not because he likes the flavor but because he's committed to the bit. In the privacy of his own home, I see him as an unsweetened hot green tea kind of guy

36. Their favorite season

Winter. There's less people around, the snow helps muffle the sound and things smell less when they're cold.

49. Favorite toy as a child

Gwen Stacy (65 I presume)

4. Favorite line

"But if the only way I can help is with my fists -- then I've already lost. I have to try a different way. I have to know I tried."

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

I read Spider-Verse before it was cool (JKJK I mean before the first movie because I was deep in my Spider-Man era) and there's a part in the story where a lot of the main Spider-People split up into pairs to go and visit other universes to recruit more heroes/ ward off the Inheritors etc. Gwen ends up in a world where Peter Parker has become the Goblin, going down a path not too dissimilar from her own Peter's. This Peter also ends up dying in her arms, but she shows a great deal of compassion and understanding towards him and I think that was the moment that really made me want to check out her series. (Which had been written at the time I read that comic, but didn't exist when it had been written, which I think speaks to how good of a job that one scene did at developing a character who had literally just been invented.)

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

Not dumbest in that it was a conscious decision she made, but her complete misreading of the emotions of her friends (Peter's obvious crush on her, MJ's annoyance at Gwen's missing Peter's crush on her, MJ's jealousy and motivation for creating the band in general) sort of stretches the limit of general obliviousness, especially since she CAN read people when she's trying to.

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

Backstage sweat and like... raspberry body spray from the drugstore

27. Their guilty pleasure

I'm low-key obsessed with Dollar Dog and I love that for Gwen. I wouldn't say she felt guilty about it before it became a hipster nightclub but she sure does now. I hope it fell out of fashion and Mr. Alby got to run it again.

31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?

She stayed up late one night picking out some cool colors, hot pink, purple, something very chillwave, and like a very heavily filtered landscape photo of the city to go at the top- she posted semi-regularly for a month and a half and then forgot about it.

35. Their idea of a perfect day

She gets to sleep through most of it, but wakes up and finds out that her dad has invited her over for brunch and she's got time to make it and pick up juice on the way.

44. Their happiest memory

Probably something like a middle school holiday spent with her parents and the Parker family. Before things got complicated. She understands now that the roots of her larger problems were always there, but she can appreciate the comfort her innocence afforded her back then.

#thanks for the ask!

[randomfandomcheeto]

Sleep!!

Peter, texting the group chat at 2;24 am: Hi :)

MJ, who happened to be awake: Hey

Peter: Why are you up? Go to sleep! you need rest!!

MJ: Why are you up? Hm?

Peter: Don't make this about me. Go to sleep.

MJ: Fine. Goodnight.

Peter: Goodnight!

~~~

Ned, reading this in the morning: why don't you guys SLEEP

#this is weird #it was a convo between my friends and I #so idk how well it works with the characters #I feel Peter would never sleep but always tell other to sleep #ya know? #and MJ would say that she's sleeping but really she stays awake for 3 more hours #but Ned's the good kid who goes to bed at a reasonable time but wakes up SUPER early #like MJ and Peter love to stay up late (or not sleep at all) but they absolutely hate waking up #and when they sleepover Ned wakes them up super early bc that's when he wakes up #when I say super early I mean like 5 am early #anyways #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #peter parker #michelle jones #ned leeds

[eunoiathewriter]

P. PARKER X F!READER

Sypnosis: After a mission (y/n) could really never sleep. But after one simple gesture by Peter, their friendship evolved.

Word count: 5.3k

Peter and (y/n) was very intimate with each other, or for most people, it was in a way that best friend never really acted. To outsiders, it was seen as a weirdly close friendship, best friendship. Especially if you were to ask the older Avengers.

The pair had no problem with public displays of affection, it was not embarrassing or awkward for none of the two. For them it just seemd natural and was nothing they really thought much of.

Sure, they hadn't always been as close, not physically at least. They'd been close in they way that they knew the others pet peeves, what the other loved and more. It was just the fail of one mission that had made their friendship evolve to something more.

Peter had been trying to sleep for the past two hours or so. Yet he was just laying there in the darkness, no sleep seemd to pass over him. It was frustrating. He let out a annoyed sigh. Pushing himself to sit up in his bed.

The room he'd moved into only a year ago had finally started to feel like home and had more of his own touch to it. Mr Stark had been nice enough to get him tye simple things like a bed, desk, wardrobe and more furniture. But just recently Peter had started to give it his own touch.

With own touch being moving around the furniture in a way that made Tony's head spin, technology laying around all of the room, boxes with stuff he had yet to unpack standing around, a wall full of notes and more for him to remember. But it felt at home.

Letting out another frustrated sigh, Peter stood up from the bed. Picking up a hoodie he'd worn before bed and just throwing it on. His phone was shining from notifications that probably was from MJ.

It was not a long shot for Peter to guess it was about the conversation he'd had with her erlier, erlier meaning around midnight right before he went to bed. MJ had a tendency to stay up late.

Walking out of his room he went to get a glass of water. Peter made sure not to wake any of those living in the same hallway as him, he was not up for Bucky coming out to strangle him if he were to wake him up.

"I swear, MJ is gonna kill me tomorrow." Peter muttered to himself while walking downstairs to the kitchen. The big compound was dark, especially in the hallway and the stairs where everyone slept were.

But once he reached the kitchen that were in connection with the living area, light was shining thought the big windows.

Just as he were about to pass the couch, he stopped dead in his tracks. A head was visible from someone sitting on the couch. His eyebrows scrunched together as he didn't know who ut was.

"Hello?" He called out a in quiet voice, the head immediately turned to face him. He cought a glimpse of who it was as she only glanced quickly at him before swiftly moving her head back.

"Oh, hi, Peter." Her voice was soft buy in it he could hear the slight crack to it.

"What are you doing up (y/n)?" Peter asked her as eh walked over, changing course from kitchen to the couch.

"Just, umm, couldn't sleep." She didn't face him, but he could make out her hands lifting to her face as if she was wiping of tears from her face.

Peter didn't say another word as he rounded the couch to go and sit next to her. But he stopped as he could see the shine on her cheeks. She had clearly been crying and there was no denying it.

"Don't look like it's something more," Peter was soft spoken as he walked over to stand in front of her.

"I just- I can't stop seein- seeing that.." She chocked out as more tears welled up her eyes. Peter slowly croched down to be at eye level with her. (y/n) keept her face in her hands.

"Stop seeing what?" Peter asked while slowly tugging at her wrists to have her uncover her face from him. Letting her also know it was okey to cry in front of him.

"All those k-kids a-and... then it all just f-fell." Teras ran down her cheeks as Peter keept her hands in his. He thought for a second before realizing.

About a month ago there was a mission in Greece due to some man having something against Tony. It had started in a fight that made a kid hospital collapse, no one could do anything. (y/n) had been there, hearing the screams of young kids that were crushed to death, kid that hurt themselves badly and nurses along with doctors.

(y/n) keept a hand over her mouth as Peter had realsed them, she was holding back a sob. Instead a whimper came out as she was doing so much to not think of tye traumatic sight and those cries for help.

"Do want to stay in my room with me for tonight?" Peter then asked, a small smile on his lips. Hand rubbing up and down the girls forearm for comfort.

"Tha- that would be nice," (y/n) wiped another tear as a smile tugged on her lips.

Peter helped her stand up and the two walked up to his room. (y/n) lived a floor up in the same corridor as Wanda and Natsaha when they stayed at the compound, and if you were to go up another level you would find Tony and Peppers room.

(y/n) slowly laid down on Peter's bed as the boy were looking at the many messages that had reached his phone. Tapping down an angry message to MJ that she could write in the morning and stop doing it during the night.

"Who are you texting?" (y/n) said quietly as she had calmed down a bit and could talk without getting chocked up by tears.

"MJ has been bothering me for the past two and a half hours about something." Peter smiled a little at the girl, she was laying on her side, fiddling with the pillow.

"Hmm," She simply hummed and Peter laid down his phone on the nightstand. He was careful while getting in beside (y/n).

As Peter had laid down the two got situated, but (y/n) couldn't take her eyes of the brunette. He had the hood up, a few curls falling hin his eyes. If she squinted she could see a few freckles splatter across his nose and cheeks. In one way, Peter always seemd to make her feel comforted.

"Do you feel better?" Peter broker her trance as she blinked a few times. The images in her head coming back slight.

"It's a bit better, never really leaves my head." Her eyes left Peter's as she laid down on her back.

"You wanna talk more about it? I know it can be hard," But (y/n) was quick to shake her head, glancing over a Peter. All she wanted was sleep, the one thing she hadn't gotten enough of for the past month.

A silence followed as the only thing being heard was them breathing. Peter turned his head ro fully look at (y/n), here eyes stayed on the ceiling as he saw her eyes seemd slightly heavy. He placed his hand in between the two and (y/n's) eyes darted down to his hand.

He tapped his fingers against his palm as to indicate for her to hold his hand. Her eyes wandered from his open hand up to meet Peter's eyes and she raised a brow.

"Don't make it anymore weird than it already is." Peter let out a quiet laugh, a smile crossing (y/n's) face as she sight and slotted her fingers between Peter's.

"You should sleep," Peter brushed his free hand over (y/n's) cheek as she yawned.

The girl simply closed her eyes and laid over on her side so she faced Peter, pulling their intertwined hands up so she could hold it close.

Peter smiled widely as he found the act adorable. He couldn't stop himself from letting his free hand brush around her face, a soft smile on tye girls face while she slowly dosed of. Soon enough, Peter followed.

That simple act of kindness opened a new door to their friendship. It budded into something more. More affectionate, more understanding, more.

-

"Aw, man. It really just had to rain today,"  (y/n) sighed as Wanda came up beside her, wrapping and arm around the girl shoulders. One hand holding a mug of hot coco, cream and marshmallows in it. She was looking out the big windows in the living area.

(y/n) and Peter had plan on going around New York to just have fun. Doing what their friends that were exchanged students always found so interesting and fun to do as they came over. Something tge two had planned the week prior.

"Well now you can stay in here with us and we can enjoy a movie." Wanda squeezed (y/n's) shoulders as she handed her the hot coco. Natsaha, Bucky, Sam and Wanda usally spent tuesday nights watching movies and enjoying time.

"It's alright, love," Peter said as he looked over his shoulder from where he sat on the sofa, hot coco in hand and a dorky smile on his face. He had nothing against just watching movies all day.

"Since when did that nickname come up?" Sam chirped in as he took a sip of his coco and rolled his eyes. Wanda relased (y/n) as she whispered something to her and let the girl walk over to sit next to Peter.

"What do you mean?" (y/n) questioned, Peter moved so she could sit next to him in the corner part of the couch. She moved next to him and the two linked arms.

"He means the nickname love, sinelce when did the he call you that?" Bucky clarified as he eyed the spider boy down a bit, Sam nodding along with Bucky. Natasha just watching it go down.

"I don't know, just kind started." Peter shrugged, moving his arm from being linked with (y/n) and placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close.

"But-" "No, Sam. Just let the kids be, you won't get the answer you want." Natasha glared at the man as Wanda snickered along with Bucky and sat down next to Nat.

As the movie started, (y/n) only laid her head on Peter's shoulder and he laid his on hers. The coco slowly disappeared as they drank it up.

About a quarter into the movie (y/n) wrapped both her arms around Peter and snuggled her face into Peter's neck, totally giving up on watching the movie. Peter couldn't be more blessed out. He could swear that every time (y/n) would nuzzle closer to him, his heart leaped out of his chest from pounding so hard. She was cute and it made him melt on spot, his arms pulling her closer.

Sam who was sitting on the other side of the couch grimaced as he looked at the pair. While (y/n) who had her eyes closed didn't notice, Peter did and looked at Sam questioning.

"Get a damn room," Sam mouthed to the boy who held up his hands a little like a 'what'. Sam didn't stop though and mouthed more thing to Peter, irritating the boy which caused him to move.

The sudden movement made (y/n) lift her head from Peter's shoulder and look at the two. "What the hell are you two doing?" She mumbled in a sleepy tone, glancing between Sam and Peter. "Sam, what'd he do?"

"Hey," Peter muttered in offense.

"You're being disgusting," Sam said, but his  tone of voice held anything but disgust. It was had to admit for him but the two were quite cute together.

"What? Am I not." (y/n) stuck out her tongue at the man before laying down again and snuggling closer to Peter. Her arms now wrapping around his neck and her head laying on his chest.

Peter grinned and pulled her closer by the waist, she was basically laying on top of him as he rested his legs out on the long part of the couch. He placed a kiss on (y/n's) head, Wanda and Natasha smirking while watching the two, Bucky being completely unaware.

"That's fucking nasty." Sam groaned at the sight as he tried to move away more, yet he was already sitting far away from the two bestfriends. His voice didn't hold the disgust he was displaying as he couldn't help but feel the two were cute together.

It wasn't long until (y/n) dozed off on top of Peter, which wasn't a surprise to anyone in the room. She slept soundly on him for the next hour and half, not even minding, or waking up those few times where Peter adjusted her because his legs fell asleep or those few minutes where he couldn't breath. She just let him move her a bit, then unconsciously settle against him again.

"How come you guys cuddle so much anyway?" Natasha asked what almost all of the avengers had had on their minds for almost one year now. "It's as if your dating, but your not , so why don't you just... ya know?" She shrugged her shoulders, and Peter furrowed his brows.

"We just do.." He answered simply. "It used to help her sleep and now it's just..." He trailed off, not knowing how to put it.

A year and a half ago he'd helped her sleep, a simple thing, something that was quite clear in his mind, and now she didn't even have to ask to be in his arms. It all just happened so naturally, and casually, just over night. As if someone just snapped their fingers. Peter never questioned it, he liked it, or he loved it. Truly.

"It's just normal." Peter then finally finished after a long pause of thinking. Wanda simply nodded and took that as Peter's final answer.

Peter looked down at (y/n), her head had moved a bit so she laid right where his heart was, every once in a while her head would rub against his chest as she settled in subconsciously. One of her arms hugged him close, fingers twitching from time to time, the other arm laid so her hand could coil the string of his hoodie. The string laying loosely in her hand, Peter smiled at that. It was cute... domestic.

It wasn't a word he used, nor did he think it was a word he would use to describe (y/n). There was three main words he'd use to describe (y/n), and his relationship with her.

Affectionate. Cute. Domestic.

That's what he'd say.

"If you're in love with her kid, why don't you just say so?" Wanda then asked, having studied the pair for some time now, there was no explanation to the way they acted.

"I'm..." Peter was about to protest to the woman's accusation, but the words intended to come out as an excuse quickly died down on his tongue. Non of them wound buy it, not Wanda, not Natasha, not Sam and not even Bucky. "I can't." He the said after a few moments.

(y/n) stirred a little in Peter's arms, and again, her face nuzzled closer to him, before she settled down again with a sigh and if she was awake for those few seconds, she was dead asleep once again.

"Why not?" Bucky then spoke in a lowered voice as he was not up for waking the tired girl.

"Because," Peter shrugged helplessly. "She deserves someone better, and I like what we have now." Peter smiled down at thos girl, Bucky clicking his tongue.

"Shame," Natasha muttered.

"Yeah, she's head over heels for you. Couldn't fucking tell you why." Sam shook his head at the boy.

Peter said no more, he simply wrapped his arms a bit more securely around (y/n's) frame to hold her more comfortably. She hummed, fingers twitching a little which caused her to tug at tye string of Peter's hoodie, but her hand soon fell flat against his chest again.

"I think we should head off to bed," Wanda sighed as she'd been trying to hold her eyes open for the past few minutes as they were on the third movie of the night, and (y/n) was still comfortably asleep on top of Peter.

Everyone agreed, standing up and stretching, well all except Peter who tried to figure out how he should do this. He were not up for waking up the girl on top of him and simply sighed, he could just leave the girl right there on the couch and and walk up to bed himself, but it'd make him feel bad.

So instead, he heaved upwards, still holding he sleeping girl, and trekked up the stairs to put her to sleep in her own room.

Just as he put her down into the softness of the mattress that were her bed, her eyes fluttered open.

"Wha- the fuck?" She mumbled  making Peter laugh as she rubbed her eyes from the groggy feeling from waking up.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty." He said, pulling tge covers up and tucking them around her to keep her warm.

"Is it morning?" Her voice laced with confusion as she was too tired to even notice it was dark outside still. This caused Peter to chuckle at her.

"No, love, it's like midnight."

"Technically morning then," (y/n) mumbled while getting comfy under the covers, lifting herself up a bit to slap the pillow to make it a bit more fluffy before falling down onto it with a content sigh. "You comin' in or what? Water fiiine," She sing songed playfully.

"Nah, I have training in the morning," Peter said, a small frown on his face, he didn't wnat to reject the offer.

"So? Why dose that matter," (y/n) rolled around to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Peter let out a small laugh at how she looked.

"Steve's gonna wake me up. He has babysitting duty as Mr Stark likes to put it," Peter shrugged, as the girl finally had found a comfortable position and looked up at him.

"But I wanted to cuddle." (y/n) whined at him.

"But you cuddled me all night," Peter grinned but she still held a pout on her lips. "You'll survive. I'll see ya after training with Steve, okey?"

"Fine," (y/n) sighed defeatedly.

Peter held her adjust the covers slightly, brushing his hand over he cheek as he did every so often, and then he said goodnight and left her room, shutting the door.

---

This was unbelievable. (y/n) laid for an hour straight, staring at the ceiling, hands folded over her stomach. She thought she would just fall right back asleep, but she couldn't, and she knew why. Peter wasn't there.

She shut her eyes with a huff, hoping if he keept them shut long enough it would trick herself into sleep.

Ten minutes of trying, and nothing, happened.

Fifteen minutes.

Twenty.

Thirty.

She groaned, and sat up in bed, kicking the covers off in her frustration, only to realize it was freezing without it. Damn Tony, he was to stubborn to turn up the heat in the compound, so she pulled the covers around her, like a cape, and heading to the door. No way in hell would she be able to fall asleep without Peter by her side, so she might as well crash in his room for the night, and then be woken up by Steve's not so quiet waking up routine when it was time for training.

But just as she were about to open the door her body froze.

If she would crawl back to him now, it would just look desperat, and he would know she physically couldn't sleep without him at least by her side. Maybe if she went back to be her body would be able to get a decent two hours in. But he would know she can't get a decent sleep without him.

Sure, their friendship was built upon being vulnerable, so it wasn't anything between the two. But this was just diffrent.

She knew her feelings were evolving, and it felt great, but it scared the shit out of her.

The idea of falling in love had always been sweet in her mind, having someone to be completely relying on  sounded too good in her ears. It scared her even more that it was Peter, solely because he was her bestfriend. And if she did anything to cross that fine line of friendship and love they were already walking on, there was no turning back. She couldn't risk loosing him, not after everything they'd been through together.

She stepped back from the door, a sigh escaping her lips, and deciding she'd take a chance on that one hour sleep. Even if she were to spend te next few hours she should be sleeping on, wishing Peter would be there so she could get a decent night's sleep.

"Goddammit." Her body did a U-turn towards the door, fuck seeming desperate, all she wanted was a good night's sleep.

The sleepless girl was quick towards the door, pulling the cover around her tighter as she hastily walked towards the door. He hand wrapped around the doorknob so tight, you'd might think it would rip the door off completely when she whipped it open.

Her breath cought in her throat as she stopped in her tracks, not expecting to Peter standing outside her door, almost towering over her. And as soon as she realized what was going on, a sly gin tugged on his lips.

"Pete-" (y/n) started to scold, but Peter beat her to it.

"You were gonna come down to my room, weren't you?" His voice held a teasing tone.

"No-"

The sweetheart to a boy Peter was had grown a bit of a ego thanks to Tony, and lord knows he didn't need a ego boost.

"Then what's up with the blanket, love?" He asked, nodding to her cape, which she pulled closer to herself. "Uh huh, that's what I thought."

"Shut up, Parker," She rolled her eyes at tye brunette as he squinted his eyes, looking at her.

"So, you gonna let me in or-"

"Oh fuck off," (y/n) mumbled, trying her best to suppress suppress smile as she tugged on his hand, pulling him inside the room. Peter closing it behind himself.

His grin was something no one in that moment could wipe away.

He tugged on the blanket around her shoulders, pulling it to drape around himself, making (y/n) galre at him as she shivered from the cold. She tried snatching it back from him, but Peter held it close to his body.

"No way. Vision has his window open down there, I'm freezing."

"Peter Benjamin Parker," She hissed at him. "Stop it. Just let me- give me it!"

"Shh," He hushed her between laughs. "If you wake anyone up I gonna have to sleep in my room." Peter warned her, (y/n) groaned and threw her hand down to her sides in defeat.

"Fine," She grumbled and threw herself on the bed with a huff. Peter laughed as she folded her hands over her chest, like a grumpy kid.

"Here then," Peter folded the blanket messily, and then threw it on the girl, she let out a 'oof' as tye blanket hit her and Peter laughed.

(y/n) glared at Peter as she started to fix the blanket, and Peter only smiled, he could almost anticipated what she was gonna say.

"Stupid know-it-all,"

"Yeah yeah, good thing you remind me every damn day," He grinned, standing next to the bed. "Now move over, I'm tired."

"Okey," She said, moving over so Peter could lift up the cover, and get under it beside her.

(y/n) wiggled up against him right away, already warming up under the comforter and with Peter's body heat radiating heat off of him. Her arms slipped around his torso, and she pressed her head a bit against his chest. She did it so quickly and naturally, it made Peter swoon.

When he hadn't moved, (y/n) took his wrist and wrapped it around her back, chuckling as she looked up at him.

"You alright? She asked, brows crinkling with concern. "Are you mad I didn't come downstairs erlier-"

"No, I'm not mad, just thinking I guess." Peter said, fingers sliding up and down her upper arm.

(y/n) gave him a curious look arching a brow and waiting for him to explain his thoughts, but his eyes were focused elsewhere, and it was clear he was still deep in thought.

"Well don't hurt that brain of yours even more," She joked, wiggling close ro him. "What are you think about? World domination?"

He let out a snort at her question.

“Vanilla Oreos?” She guessed again, “Don’t waste your time, I don’t know why they made such a thing either-”

"I'm thinking about us," he admitted suddenly, and (y/n) had ro hold her breath to keep a neutral expression.

She just nodded her head, unsure of what to say.  His words didn’t hold much emotion, so it was hard for her to decipher if whatever he was thinking about, regarding her, were good or bad thoughts.  She could only assume they were a bit of both.

"Okey..." She broke their silence, Peter looked own at her. "What about?" She asked slowly, perhaps out of fear this was it.

Maybe this was the part where he admitted this was ro weird for him. That she was too dependant.

He'd been staring at her for what felt like minutes, but was only mere seconds.

"I can sleep without you," He told her. "Really, I just laid down there for like, an hour and half, freezing to death, and being wide awake."

"You know I sleep better when you're here," (y/n) shrugged. " You don't have to be embarrassed of that, Pete."

The corner of Peter's lips tugged into a smile as he looked at her, then laying back his head on the pillow, and shaking his head with a smile. She smiled back, and tucked her head under his chin. Her nose nuzzling ever so lightly against his collarbone.

One of her hands curled the material of his hoodie in a loose fist, and Peter realized there was no denying it anymore. That final thought pushed out what he was to admit next.

"I'm in love with you,"

(y/n) leaned off of him, eyes blown wide, mouth just slightly parted in disbelief. Peter was looking at her with one of the most sincere looks he'd ever given her. She knew he wasn't messing with her, he'd never mess with her about something like this.

"What?" The voids came out in a murmur but he heard her, her lips barely moving.

In fact, they realized she was completely still in his arms.

Peter nodded, eyes flickering over her features to try and make out how she felt about it. Normally he was pretty good at reading her but now he wasn't sure, he prided himself in it even. But now, he couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"Is that okey?"

She smiled softly, nodding her head at him. Her arm that wasn't holding onto his hoodie landed on the side of his face, brushing way a few of his brown locks.

Her eyes flickered down to his lips, lingering there for a few seconds before longer than necessary. Were his lips always so pink and soft looking? When her eyes wandered up to meet his, his were focused her her lips.

He then did something he never thought, Peter leaned up and kissed her.

It was softer than she thought, but there was passion behind it. The arms she'd pulled around herself wrapped tighter around the dip of her back as he drew her securely against his chest. She smiled into the kiss and her hands messed with the curls at his neck.

When they parted, Peter grinned down at her, amused her eyes were still shut.

"Yeah," (y/n) hummed, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. "That's okey."

He let out a chuckle, leaning on his elbow to look down at her.

"You're so dramatic sometimes," He told her. "You know that?"

(y/n's) eyes narrowed at him and she leaned up, placing a hand on his cheek before giving him another kiss. It lasted only a few minutes before she pulled away to lay down again, Peter following.

Peter turned his head to look at her, she laid on her side, letting out a content sigh as she shut her eyes. Peter hummed, hand falling to rub against her cheek affectionately, and a smile spread on the girls face.

"Hey, Pete?" She mumbled already starting to drift of to sleep ass eh was finally with him around. Peter didn't say anything, thumb sliding across her cheekbone. "I love you too"

He leaned up, and gave her a kiss on the fore head.

"But I'm in love with you." He replied, causing her to giggle quietly.

"Yeah yeah, same thing. Go to sleep."

"Not same thing," Peter muttered back. "We'll sort taht out in the morning."

"M'kay."

---

"Should we wake them up?" Steve turned to look at Wanda, and she was beaming at what she saw in front of her.

"Can we dump a bucket of water on them?" Sam groaned, sticking his head into the room.

"Shh, don't wake them." Wanda slapped Sam's chest, making him stumble back, almost all tye avengers were watching.

Steve had gone to wake up Peter only to find his bed empty. He had then gone around the compound to try and find the boy, but ended up asking Wanda for help, but the small search then turned into almost all tye adults looking for the teenager. But it was all for noting as Pepper had gone to wake (y/n), and ask where tye brunette gone, but found not only (y/n), Peter too. Naturally she had called for the others.

(y/n) laid on her side, one arm sprawled out awkwardly, the other held loosely onto another hand which was Peter's. Peter laid behind her, and arm draped over her waist, intertwined with (y/n's) fingers. Their legs were tangled up in each other, the covers were almost completely kicked off the two, or more like his legs were tangled with hers.

"Look at that," Natasha awed, something didn't do alot. "Their holding hands."

"It would just be strange if we were to wake them up," Tony chimed in, Pepper standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders. "Let just get in with our day, and let the kids sleep."

"Really? I kinda liked the idea with the water-" Bucky was cut of by Wanda, who slapped his chest too, Sam and Bucky held their mouths shut and walked off.

"Me and Parker have training," Steve told Tony, the man only waved him off as him and Pepper walked off.

"I think one day without training won't kill." Steve sighed at the man.

"Let's just leave those two alone now," Wanda smiled, as Steve nodded in defeat, walking out the room.

Wanda grinned at Vision, turning and shutting the door into the teenage girls room, letting both (y/n) and Peter sleep.

"I do believe they are, what do you call it, a thing now." Vision smiled at Wanda, the woman laughed as they walked downstairs.

It was just a matter of time until it would happen anyways, that the two youngest would get together, but not did any of the older avengers think this was how they'd find out. Better than nothing.

"I'm in love with you too." (y/n) mumbled, a smile stretched on Peter's face. Before they both fell right back to sleep. Lovely.

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter benjamin parker #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland #spiderman homecoming #spiderman far from home #spiderman no way home #marvel mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #the avengers #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction

[mrshollandstansprouse]

A/n: so another peter and Y/n smut! I'm kinda in love with him if you can't tell. Also I wrote this yesterday and today so if something seems off... yeah.

Summary: Peter and mj get into a fight about Y/n and Peter. Things get really heated and one thing lead to another.

'Peter I'm over this!'

Mj screamed at Peter, so loud you could hear it from across the compound. I'm Nat's daughter, I'm the same age as Peter. I've been kept a secret for 14 years, I met the the team only 1 year ago. I became friends with Peter really quick and also Wanda, but me and Peter are bsf.

Mj and Peter got together a while ago, and have been dating for months. They are the cutest couple, but lately there has been more fighting and arguments. I have no clue about what?

Mj goes to the door, 'Peter if I walk out this door we're done!' Peter angry as all hell, 'Mj you are overreacting! Just come back upstairs!' He tells her.

'Peter Benjamin Parker!' Mj yells at him, 'You were saying her name in your fucking dream! I have a valid reason to be upset!' She is wailing her arms around and is on the verge. 'Mj I'm so sorry! I dont know what you want me to do?! I can't control my dreams!' He trys to defend himself.

He was saying another girls name, in his sleep!?! She has a valid reason to be upset. 'You are missing the point!....Do- do you like her?' She asks stuttering on her words. He pauses before denying it. 'N-No I don't! I only love h-you' he says on tears.

'Were you about to say her? You fucking hesitated!' She is so mad and sad, but who? Who's name was he saying?

'No! And you started this! What about Brad? Huh? You think I want my girlfriend hanging around some guy who only wants her body!'

She scoffs at him, 'I'm done! We are over! You can go screw yourself, or better yet have her do it!' She says and slams the door. When she said her she pointed at me, Peter starts crying. He turns around, 'Peter are you ok?' I ask him. I walk over to him and hug him, he shakes his head no. 'Y/n I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that, any of that. I was taking a nap and she came earlier and I was dreaming about you. And I kept saying your name. And things kept happening, and when I woke up and she was so angry.'

He rambles on and on, crying then stopping then crying. 'Peter its ok, its ok' I keep reassuring him. After a few minutes he calms down, and pulls away from our hug. He is not wearing a shirt, and is only wearing grey shorts. I look him up and down as he does the same. Thats when I spot the darker grey on his crotch area, I realize he wasn't having an normal dream. He was having a wet dream!

'Uh peter?' I look him in his eyes. He starts to feel paniced and his body tenses. 'I have to go!' He says erruptly and runs out of the room. 'Pe-Peter?!' I yell after him, I chase him up stairs. I stop at his bedroom door, 'Peter?' I keep calling out his name. I slowly open the door to his room, his bed is all messed up. There is a smashed vase on the floor, and her stuff from the closet on the floor. I start hearing little muffled grunts, I step over the glass. I start getting closer to bathroom, 'Peter!?' I say again.

I open the bathroom door and see my best friend in the whole world, pleasing himself. He opens his eyes and looks at me, 'Y/n!' He quickly pulls up his pants. I don't know what to do, i stay still. My mouth falls open, 'Y/n you ok?' He asks me. I start breathing heavily, and I start getting dizzy. He pulls me to the room and sits me on the bed, 'breathe' I dont know why this is happening. He places his hand on my legs to stop me from shaking. My breathe starts getting more rapid when he places his hand on my leg. My mind racing, my body moves quicker then I think.

My hand is on his, and I move it closer and closer. He looks confused and shocked. I place his hand, on my shorts. He gulps, I looks at him. I start to move his hand to rub me, I remove my hand so it is just him. 'Y/n?' He asks. My eyes are glued shut, I open one to see he has a tent in his pants. 'Peter?' I say, 'can I?' He asks. I open both my eyes, and he is ready to pull my shorts down. 'Please' I beg, he doesn't waste a second. He pulls both my pants and underwear down, and moves me up the bed. He takes off his shirt, and lays down on the bed. He places one of my legs on his back, kissing my inner thigh. 'Peter please!' I beg him, he smirks at me. 'Be patient' he says. I close my eyes, as he starts to touch me. Spreading my wetness with two of his fingers, they slowly find there way to my entrance. He starts pumping in and out, getting faster and faster. 'Pe-Peter!' I moan. He gets faster, than pulls his fingers out. I whimper at the loss of contact, he smirks. He lays down next to me and takes off his pants and his boxers. 'Ready?' He asks me. I nod and climb up on top of him, he lines us up. Again my breathe gets rapid, and his does too. He places his hands on my hips, slowly starts to enter me. I think he will go slow, but he slams into me. I yelp out and use my hands to cover my mouth. 'Quiet!' He scolds me, and waits one second before slamming into me again. I almost yelp again but I place my hand over my mouth. He grabs my hands and takes them into one hand, above my head. He keeps going and going, my walls are tightening around him. Yet he keeps going, and going. I try to break free, from his grips on my wrist. I get one out and I grip onto his arm, definitely leaving nail marks. I am a moaning mess, melting onto him. He lets go of my wrist and grabs my ass, and keeps slamming into me. Then starts to move me back and forth, and up and down. 'I'm so cl-close' I manage to breathe out, he nods and goes harder and harder. He doesn't let up, even as I get to my high. I start to see white spots, and stop moving. 'I can't' I huff out. 'Yes, yes you can.' He says and slows down a little bit. He starts to groan and moan, and twitch. I can feel everything, inside of me. 'Fuck!' He moans out. He starts getting slopier, and rougher. I can feel him coat my walls, he pulls out slowly. Then reaches over to grab a tissue and cleans himself and my leg.

We both clean up, and take a shower. I don't know what happened to Mj and Peter. She she cheated with Brad then he forgave her than he had a dream about me.

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[papofglencoe]

Bahahaha what do you think of the fact that Peeta never had this like ~moment~ where he got his full memory back and understood the truth all at once? I think 99.99 percent of readers loved the symbolism and tragic realism that he never did and had to piece by piece slowly recover himself but I’m like that .01 percent that is like … I love cliches, give me that like tragic fall to your knees moment where he sees the truth and lies so clearly.

Maybe it was Suzanne’s intent though that I would want that and it would never come. Like you kind of gotta keep people wanting 😭😭😭😭😭

I saw this late last night and couldn't sleep because I was so excited to write back (at a human hour lol). SO. So. Sososooooo...

Here's a novel! And screw hiding it under a cut.

SC gives you the cliche you're looking for, my friend. She really does. The trope is True Love's Kiss. She writes it as the suicide kiss.

Now, SC uses THG to convey a serious, and for her very personal, reality about PTSD: it makes you a different person. Frustratingly, maddeningly, horrifically, it alters you and the way you look at and experience the world in some irrevocable, fundamental ways. Some people will talk about curing it, but in my experience with it, there is no cure. There's just living with it, working around the beast of it, and that's the daily grind. I think SC saw that in her father too and clearly writes that being the case for Katniss and Peeta. They are never the same people they were in the beginning of the story (even though I'd say both start the story with trauma and perhaps PTSD from that). They never fully recover from their experiences in the Games and the revolution, and they always to have employ the therapeutic strategies they've discovered that work for each of them to power through their episodes, nightmares, and depression. So there's no panacea for the PTSD, and I just wanted to be clear about that so that no one misconstrues this true love's kiss cliche as frivolously claiming to cure something real for which there isn't a cure. That's the bittersweet part of Everlark's journey: they come together at the end as glued-together, reconstituted, patchwork people. Perfect in their imperfections, tbh.

But as far as Peeta understanding the truth goes... the suicide kiss is that cliched moment (he has even fallen to his knees for it). Ofc we don't get the narrative from Peeta's POV, just Katniss', but this is what she says about it:

"It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. 'Don't let him take you from me.'

Peeta's panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head. 'No. I don't want to...'

I clench his hands to the point of pain. 'Stay with me.'

His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. 'Always,' he murmurs."

(MJ, 314, emphasis mine)

Suzanne Collins is a Catholic, and so I am (or at least I was until adulthood). And what she wrote here is, in essence, an exorcism. Katniss is the Christ-Savior character of the story, Peeta her rock/Peter, and Katniss' kiss (and the truth behind its message/her love) is the power that compels the devil out of him. At the end of this moment, his vision has returned to normalcy (his new normal), and he swears to never forsake her. I'm secular af now, but this holds up even as True Love's Kiss, where the kiss from the true love cures the beloved of their curse.

If we had this scene from Peeta's POV, I think this would be the fulcrum, the pivot point where he realizes fully, not in bits and pieces, but fully, that not only is Katniss not his enemy, she's not just his teammate or ally or friend either. He realizes that she would rather die than go on without him- she puts her life in his hands, trusting him, begging him to stay with her, and she does it with a kiss. He could have killed her in this moment. He had tried before. She knows that, and she chooses to kiss him. Not for any cameras, not for anyone's benefit but his, and in front of the eyes of his alleged rival too. I think this is the moment he realizes she has real feelings for him, and that he does too.

They're in the middle of running a gauntlet, and he doesn't have time to reflect on the moment or let any realization sink in beyond muscle memory. But there is a reason he follows her to the City Circle, and there's a reason his eyes flit away like they always used to when she is escorted into the meeting of the surviving Victors. There's a reason he tells her he can't let go of her after she assassinates Coin, and there's a reason the first thing he does as soon as he is able to is return to her in D12. Imo there's no piecing together required of the truth that they love each other after the suicide kiss- there's no risk of him returning to believing she's a monster/mutt/bitch or anything remotely like that. They just need time to heal and recover and find some new sense of self before either of them acts on those feelings (which is in line with the whole celibate period any person in recovery is encouraged to go through so that their own mental/physical/spiritual house is in order).

I dunno. That's just what I think. And with this meta, my copy of MJ officially fell apart. lol

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