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deans-angel67 · 19 days
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Rooftop
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Summary: You and Spider-Man meet on a rooftop, feelings develop, but you don't know him. Or do you?
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Word count: 1000ish
Warnings: none, just fluff
A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and just found it. So I tweaked it and I hope you like it. Also not my gift.
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You sat on a roof top, legs dangling off the side while you watched the sunset. You took another bite of the sandwich you got at Delmar's. Taking a deep breath, enjoying the sunset. Feeling a slight sting as the cool air filled your lungs.
"I know your there spidey." You said matter a factly, finishing your mouth full.
"How!? I didn't make a sound." He questioned his voice slightly getting higher.
"I felt the energy radiate from your soul." You told him sarcasticly.
"What!?" He was so confused, the eyes on his mask moving.
"So, do I ever find out who the famous Spider-Man is?" You teased, standing up and turning around, balancing yourself on the ledge.
"What if you already knew him?" Spidey teased back, as you stepped off the edge of the building onto the safer part of the roof. He started walking towards you.
"Do I?" You questioned, taking a few more steps.
"Maybe." He retorted, stopping infront of you. He looked out at the sky the pink and orange dancing together to create one of nature's masterpieces.
You and Spidey had been meeting up on this very roof top for a month straight. And you felt as if something had clicked between the two of you. The playfull banter and sharing of snacks, as much as the deep conversations while somehow maintaining a sense of privacy. It made something inside you feel funny in a good way. He made you feel safe, even if you didn't truly know him.
But at the same time there was Peter the scrawny kid at school who didn't look so scrawny anymore. Of course you had a crush on him, he was sweet and empathetic and he wanted to help others, he constantly was. With school work, or helping an old lady cross the road, or volunteering at May's work. But you and him? That would never happen.
You two were friends. Strictly friends. You, Peter, MJ, and Ned. It was perfect. It was your little group. Why mess it up?
What you found strange was how similar the two were. Although the great Spider-Man tried to hide it you knew he was a nerd. He was clearly a teen, who was struggling to find his place in the world. And Peter was a massive nerd, I mean just the shirts he wore. He too was struggling to find what he wanted to do, or where he wanted to be.
Spidey sat down on the ledge and you joined him. You offered your half eaten sandwich and he gracefully took it. Lifting his mask as you started at him, right before he could take a bite and then looked over at you. You looked back at the sky.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" You said the sun close to disappearing into the horizon.
"Yeah it is." He spoke so quietly you almost didn't catch it. You looked over only to realize he wasn't looking at the sunset.
God you wish you could see his eyes right now. The eyes on his mask shifted as he looked down at your lips and you looked down at his. He started to lean in and as he was milameters from your lips. His hot breath coming in contact with your skin, you turned your head to the side and slightly leaned back. He swallowed hard before leaning back.
The choice had been made. Peter. He was the one.
"I'm sorry." Spider-Man said letting out a sigh.
"Look I like you, your kind, and smart and you save this city but I don't know who you are, how old you are or what school you go to. Assuming you go to school. I would kiss you but I- I" You stuttered trying to get the word out.
"Like someone else." He finished you scentence looking up at the sky.
"Yea."
"Whats he like?" He asked, taking you by suprise. When most guys were rejected for another they got angry and weird, but he didn't.
"Uhm, he- he's nice, smart, a total dork. He used to be pretty scrawny but he isn't anymore, although I don't think anyone really noticed. His name is Peter. He's kind and he's in the mathleets. He helps me with most of the homework, since I kinda suck at it. He's such a good friend. Always there when you need him. But I just don't know how to tell him. God I'm stupid." You rambled a smile on your lips, not noticing that spidey was trying to get your attention. But he got it regardless.
He crashed his lips onto yours making you shut up. He quickly pulled away and swifly removed his mask.
"I like you to dork." Your brain was lagging, your mouth hung open overwelmed by what just happened. A strange feeling settled in your stomach before butterflies urupted.
"Peter?" You questioned, with wide eyes and a confused face.
"Hey." He gave you a cute smile before you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips to yours again.
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peterparkouryo · 1 year
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rebound ii | ✧.*
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prompt; After Peter ends your relationship after admitting to being in love with someone else, you're a mess and very very miserable.
warnings: semi heavy angst, fluff if you squint
word count: 4.7k
part one part three
It's been four days since your birthday, and your break up with Peter. 
You were sad, no you were miserable since that day and you cried every chance you got. It's not because it was on your birthday, if it was any other day you'd probably be just as worst.
Today was Monday, which meant today was also another dreadful, long and dragging, boring day of school. You'd rather be in your bed, eating ice cream as you cried watching a rom-com that was just as bad as your life.
When you got to school, you went straight to your locker, put your things inside and got all needed accessories for your upcoming class. The first class you needed to be at was social studies, which thankfully didn't have him in it, just your friend Betty and his friend Ned.
"Hey, Happy belated birthday!" Betty quickly exclaims the moment you walk into the class room, a couple students glancing at you or her in curiosity.
You send a grateful and albeit, weak smile as you slowly but surely make your way to your assigned seat which just so happens to be right next to her.
"Thanks." You softly mumble just as you sit next to her, the blonde haired girl excitedly turning towards you with too much anticipation.
"So, how was your birthday?" She asked.
"Also, sorry I couldn't be there." Betty quickly added before you could answer.
You wanted to tell her that it was fine, that you enjoyed your birthday with just you and your mom but the last final hour of your birthday was truly the worst part of that whole 24 hour day.
"It's fine, umm, I guess it was okay." You tell her, leaving out the very heartbreaking details you so badly wanted to tell her.
"Did Peter shower you in presents? Did he take you on a date!?" Ohh, did he give you that necklace that you've been ogling for the past few months?" Betty asked, question after question.
Now, you had no other choice but to tell her, and quite frankly, you did not want that to be the agenda for the day, but curse Betty and her curious, bubbly personality.
"Actually, we broke up." You tell it how it is, not sparing to glance at her bewildered expression.
"Broke up?" She repeated in disbelief. 
You hum in response, digging into your backpack next to you and pulling out your notebook to jot down the notes on the board, completely trying to block out Betty and her confusion.
"When?" Betty quizzed, her eyes switching back and fourth from your notebook and your side profile.
"He broke up with me, on my birthday." You tell her, looking back down to your notebook, now scribbling nonsense.
Before she could even respond, you continue.
"Apparently, he was in love with Michelle, you know the girl from our math class? The whole entire time. Well, I don't exactly know when he fell in love with her, but it certainly was during our relationship." You rambled, holding back the frustration and tears that threatened to break through.
days you've been going through for the past few days. You still think it's your fault for why Peter broke up with you, he probably found you boring and you didn't give him the attention he needed, which is why you strongly believe he fell for someone much better than you.
You didn't hate Michelle, you actually genuinely liked the brown curly haired girl, she was quiet and observant and super smart, so you can see why Peter liked her a lot. She could also be dark at times from what you remember, and sure it confused you of how and why Peter liked that but maybe you didn't know your ex as well as you thought.
"Y/N, I am so sorry." Betty said, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder, which you didn't shrug off because you honestly needed some sort of comfort from the past few days.
"It's nothing, I'll be fine." You lied, turning your attention away from her to look at the board once again as the teacher finally decided to teach the class.
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It was finally lunch time, and normally you'd sit with Peter and Ned, but that was a no go. Well, it would've been a no go if the other tables weren't full and if Ned hadn't invited you to sit next to him. And who were you to decline an invitation from the nicest boy ever?
So, you made your way to the table that was made for awkward moments, only seeing Ned sit there happily eating his lunch.
"Oh, hi Y/N." Ned greeted you just as you sat directly across from him with your lunch tray in hand.
"Hey." You greeted back, showing a smile.
You knew you were going to regret sitting here, given the fact that Peter is bound to sit here as well and there's no doubt that Michelle would be sitting here also, but you tried to ignore that initiated gut feeling and focus on anything and everything else.
Maybe if Peter saw that you were trying to move on, he'd believe that you did, though all of that is complete and utter bullshit.
"So, you know how in our science class we have that upcoming project about disparities?" You hear Ned's voice ask, glancing at him just in time as he shoves a salty fry into his mouth.
You nod, playing with your food instead, the anxiety slowly creeping into your body.
"Well, I was thinking since you and uhh...you know what never mind. Do you want to be my partner?" Ned questioned quickly, eyes filled with hope.
"Are you only asking me because I'm the smartest in that class?" You tease, narrowing your eyes at him in amusement.
Ned lets out a whole-heartedly chuckle, but before he could joke back a voice you very much expected interrupts you both.
"Sorry, the lunch line was really long..." Peter says defeatedly, tossing his friend a bag of chips  as he sat down next to him.
Okay, so maybe you should've declined Ned's offer, but he was sort of your friend and you didn't have lunch with Betty anymore, plus sitting alone would probably be just as miserable as sitting here with your ex, who was in love with someone else.
You're sure you hear Ned respond to Peter's apology, but you're not quite too sure since your brain and ears are filled with anxiety, your head feeling fuzzy at Peter's presence. You could sometimes occasionally feel Peter's glances, probably curious as to why you're sitting here, but you wanted to make a point that you're over him and you didn't sit here because you cared about him still (which was a lie), but because Ned invited you and he was your sort of friend.
"Michelle's in the library today, since she's not really a people's person." Peter informed Ned after his question as of where the brown curly haired girl was.
You were thankful for that, you didn't think you could handle much more of misery.
You're not one hundred precent sure if they're dating now, but if they are you failed to notice, and maybe Peter is just deciding to take things slow since the boy did just get out of a relationship, with you.
The boys continue to make small talk, you ate in silence, or played with your food in silence until the lunch period was over.
And as soon as the bell rung, you hurriedly got up from the table, threw away your lunch and made a bee-line for the cafeteria doors, shoving and squeezing your way through the herd of students.
You sighed in relief as you made it into the hallway, holding a hand to your chest, almost, just almost crying right then and there but you remembered that you were in public, and at school too.
Just as the students that once littered the busy hallway made their ways to the next class that they had, you heard your name being called in the now shallow hallway.
You turn around hesitantly since you already know that voice all too well.
It wasn't Peter, but Michelle, coming from the library doors.
You always knew somehow god wasn't on your side.
"Hey, uh..." The girl started as soon as she approached you, a clad of books stuffed in her right arm.
"Hey.." You mumbled awkwardly, sparing glances at a few students who walked by to get to their next class.
Michelle was as awkward as you were, it was very obvious in the way that the tension around you surfaced rather quickly. You both knew why, it was an unsaid understanding.
"I think I owe you an apology." Michelle states, her eyes never leaving your face as you slowly trailed yours to look into hers.
"For what?" You dumbly ask.
You knew why, you just needed to hear her say it.
"I never meant for Peter to fall in love with me, and to hurt you. I honestly didn't think you two were a thing until a week ago." She admitted, and you could sense how nervous her voice was with that confession.
 You knew you had a reason not to hate her, she was just as confused as you.
"It's fine, really." You lie, showing a rather obvious fake smile.
"No, no, it's not. I know he broke up with you on your birthday which is a really shitty thing to do, and I also know that it's not fine. If I could take back his feelings for me and give them to you, I would." Michelle concluded, her aura anything but foulness.
It was really reassuring knowing that the girl felt guilty for your now ex's feelings for her, her showing you the unexpected sympathy, something you thought would be the last thing you would receive from her.
But it was always really confusing how if she has feelings for Peter as well, why feel sorry for you? You did want him to be happy, and if it wasn't with you, so be it. You didn't want to be the reason Peter's unhappiness wasn't fulfilled.
"Michelle, listen." You started, standing up straight to look at her.
"I may be going through a lot with this, but I don't want to be the reason Peter is unhappy. That's the last thing I ever want for him. So, if he wants to be with you..." You trailed off with a shrug, hoping she understood where you were going with this.
Instead of answering the girl just stares at you, her eyes confused, as well as her facial expression, the features slowly falling into a more understanding expression, something you wanted her to see.
"Are you sure? I didn't want to get in the way of any unsaid closure..." She says, pressing her lips into a straight line.
Closure. The word only used to resolve problems. You didn't think breaking up with Peter needed closure.
"Oh, right...closure. I guess we do need to talk." You sigh.
"I would before he decides anything else. I mean that is if you're ready, it's only been four days." Michelle tells you, pushing up her books more into her arm as they were slipping.
You knew she was right, you did say yourself you wanted Peter to be happy, even if it was in a short amount of time.
"I'll just text him and ask him to meet me in the library after school." You tell her, hearing the bell ring, signalling the final warning to get to class.
"Good idea, tell me what he says." Michelle says with a nod before walking past you, mumbling a soft 'bye', and you too decide to make your way to your next period.
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You unfortunately kept true to your word to Michelle, and as soon as your last period was over you texted the last person you wanted to see, asking him if you two could talk and to meet in the library after school.
It only took him maybe five or six minutes to respond, saying a quick 'okay'.
So here you were, really nervous, scared, maybe even sad for obvious reasons, waiting at a table that was way in the back of the library, not wanting to be disturbed by any teachers or students that lingered around in the book filled room.
You silently played with your fingers, your entire body on fire with anxiety. You sort of wished he would hurry up so it can get over and done with.
To be quite honest, it reminds you of the time he admitted to having a crush on you. You both were nervous for two totally different reasons. You, being nervous because you thought he was going to tell you he didn't want to be your friend anymore (and rightfully so because of how he was acting during that time), and him, because he of course liked you.
Any oncoming thoughts were caught short as your gaze was met with a familiar head set of curls, and compelling brown eyes coming your way, in a dazed state.
"Sorry, I uh...was busy." Peter mumbled, setting his backpack (the third one you saw that week), onto the library floor next to the seat he pulled out to sit down at.
"It's fine." You shrugged off, your hands now in your lap, keeping your distance, something you hope he didn't notice.
"So, what is it you wanted to talk about?" He asked, looking at you expectingly.
It took a lot of will power to keep your composure.
"Well, I talked to Michelle.." You trailed off, watching his every movement, seeing his pupils dilate just tiny bit.
"Oh?" Peter questioned, slightly biting his lip nervously.
"Yeah, she said we needed some sort of closure before you decide to get into a relationship to her." You told him, looking down at your fiddling hands in your lap.
Peter took notice of how truly nervous you were, and he couldn't help but feel bad, knowing he was the main reason for this.
He also noticed the lack of sleep, due to the much obvious under bags in your eyes, something he had a feeling also had to do with him.
"Right, closure." Peter nodded, clearing his throat.
There were a load of questions you had for him, many that probably would help you better understand how, when and why he fell out of love with you the moment he spent more time with Michelle.
His distance from you during the upcoming end of your relationship put you in a spiral of thoughts, the kind of thoughts that kept you up at night. It also didn't help that you were already an over thinker and the thought of messing up your relationship with Peter always scared you.
Most people would say that dreams come true not nightmares. It wounded you more than anything that you biggest fear did in fact come true.
You didn't really care if he was going to end up dating Michelle, it was bound to happen anyway. You just wanted to know the when and why. You wanted to know what you lacked during that time so in future relationships, you'd be able to avoid it.
"Before we talk, I, um, bought you this." You hear Peter say, the boy reaching inside of his backpack, digging in it before retreating it with an item, holding it toward you.
You reluctantly look up from where your eyes were practically trained on your lap, your hands still shyly there.
It was a small box decorated in your favourite colour, purple.
"What's this?" You curiously asked, taking it from his expecting hand.
"Just a late birthday gift." Peter shrugged, obviously not aware of just how inappropriate and inconvenient his timing was.
"Oh." Was all you said before stuffing it in your pocket.
You'd open it later.
As the day went on, the awkward tension build up, rarely anyone now was in the library, a few ongoing studiers, parents with their kids, or just advocate readers. You wanted some sort of miracle to happen so you wouldn't have to go through this uncomfortable situation.
It was clear neither of you knew how to start this conversation. You had no idea what to say or how to approach the topic of the closure you needed.
You couldn't tell if Peter noticed how miserable your appearance was, both mentally and physically, but you knew he must have known somehow.
"I'm really sorry I broke up with you on your birthday, had I known...I'd probably would've waited." Peter finally speaks up, with a heavy lump down his throat.
Your hands bare on the table as you shuffle in your seat, preparing on a proper response.
The thought of Peter going to break up with your regardless if it was your birthday or not makes your heart feel heavy with a forlorn weight.
"It's, I, it's okay, I guess." You murmur, blinking rapidly for effect.
Another silence settled, and this time you did nothing (like you were before) to speak up and stop it. You thought the more quiet, the less talking and you wouldn't get hurt anymore if either one of you even tried to utter a word.
"I know I hurt you," The boy started, and you look up, waiting for him to continue. "But, I can't say that I, you know what, never mind." Peter waves off, struggling to find the write words.
"And you're barely saying anything makes this a lot harder than it should be Y/N." He says in defeat, reaching out to clasp his hands onto yours.
There was nothing on your end, nothing to be said, nothing you wanted to say. Though you needed closure, you really had no idea what to say. How do you tell someone that you clearly still had feelings for that you love him?
Peter of course, had no idea you even loved him, he of course knew you probably still harboured feelings for him, but he didn't know you had stronger deeper feelings for him. Had the boy not broken up with you on your birthday, you probably would slipped the L word, which probably wouldn't make anything better if you're being honest.
"I'm sorry, I just....don't know what to say." You admit, the warmth of his skin on top of yours sending a wave of shivers from your arms through your entire body.
"Start by telling me how you feel." Peter suggested, and that might not had been the brightest of ideas.
You felt like shit. There hadn't been a day that went by after your dreadful birthday where you didn't.
You squint your eyes at him, slowly removing your hands from his grasp.
"I feel like shit." You tell him, giving the boy a timid look, watching him nod slowly in understanding.
"Right, probably should've guessed that." Peter said shyly, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"Sorry." He adds on.
"You say that a lot, but do you actually mean it?" You ask him quietly, watching his pupils dilate at your request.
"'Course I do!" Peter almost exclaims, his eyes now wide.
"I-, listen I know I hurt you bad, but the last thing I want is for you to hate me." He stated, pouting slightly.
You didn't hate him, and you think that's even worse.
"I don't hate you, don't think I ever can." You say, pressing your lips together.
It'd probably be a good thing to tell him you loved him, but you were in public and it would hurt even worst if he neglected your love (which would most likely happen) in such a public area.
Maybe you should wait till later, or just honestly get it over and done with, the sooner the better, you thought.
"If I'm being honest Peter, I think-" You begin, your heart pounding wildly against your chest. Your head screaming at you not to do it, but when have you ever listened to your head instead of your heart?
"I think I love you." You whisper at your quietest volume, and hopefully god was on your side,. Hoping maybe Peter didn't hear it, but you lacked the knowledge of knowing Peter's secret abilities.
Either time froze or Peter was stuck in place for whatever reason (you were sure you knew) it was. Things seemed to have frozen around you, the people you were once aware of now gone, just you and your ex in this moment. And was it such a vulnerable one.
You watch as the boy's mouth fell open and closed, trying to conjure up something, anything to say at your sudden confession.
Your heart fell deeper into your stomach as the silence grew, you wished this time it wasn't so evident, the lack of ventilate from him bothering your head.
After a two minutes of silence Peter quickly gets up from his seat, grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder almost clumsily.
"I-, I havetogo, sorry." The boy swiftly says, stumbling over his words before nearly tripping over a few chairs.
You figured this wouldn't happen, which might have been ten times worst than him actually saying something in return.
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You had wiped the falling tears from your face, the mirror in front of you mocking your actions, but no matter what, the wet substance from your eyes would still fall down a lot heavier.
You sniffled before exiting the bathroom, making a beeline to your bedroom, closing the door and cuddling up into the bed.
After your conversation (if you'd even call it that) with Peter at the library, the minute you got home, you were hit with a wave of saddness. You cried more than you did on your birthday, and now you wish you hadn't told your ex boyfriend you loved him, didn't matter anyway.
You were grateful your mom had a late shift tonight, you couldn't bare the thought of her seeing you at your worst, questioning why you were the way you were. You lacked to even tell the woman you and Peter were no longer dating. You figured you'd wait a few weeks then drop the bomb on her, hopefully she'd spare Peter, but given her personality, you truly doubt it.
The crying hadn't really stopped, so when your face hit your soft pillows and more tears that got more intense as the night went on, you weren't all that surprised.
What did surprised you was the obsessive knocking at your bedroom window.
You didn't bother to wipe your tears when you sat up from your bed, aiming your direction at the window, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion when you saw your neighbourhood superhero instead of some sort of bird.
"Spider-Man?" You questioned bewilderedly as you approach your bedroom window, opening it from its handle.
You knew of him from the news, and it was really shocking to you that him of all people were here at your window at something at night for whatever the reason was.
"What are you doing here?" You ask him again, watching the hero crouch on the railing of your fire escape.
"Believe it or not but I heard you..." He says steadily, and you rose an eyebrow at him.
"Not that I was you know listening or anything, but I was near by and my senses can pick up things from far away." Spider-Man quickly says, holding out a hand in defence.
"Oh." You say, tilting your head as you wiped your tears.
"Seemed like a damsel in distress sort of thing..." He trailed off, expectingly waiting for your response.
You had no reason to tell this stranger your secrets, you both knew that, but something inside of you wanted to. You hadn't even known the hero for five seconds and yet you were ready to tell him your deepest darkest confessions.
"It's nothing." You settled for, having some moral ground.
"Sad movie?" Spider-Man suggested.
"Yeah." You nod, sniffling a bit.
Maybe he thought you were in some sort of trouble, but the more you thought about it the less sense it made to to tell a stranger about your conversation with your ex at a public library. 
What advice could he possible give that would make you feel better? You don't know if he's ever even gone through something like that.
"Oh, well hope you feel better." Spider-Man offered. "Just doing my part of the 'friendly neighbourhood' motto." He adds, making you chuckle.
"Thanks." You smile.
You couldn't pin point it, but he seemed oddly familiar, maybe it was because he was so nice to you after your horrible day, week even, but you really appreciated his kind gesture.
"I-" He started, unravelling himself from his crouching position to stand on your fire escape.
"Y/N." Spider-Man says, and your eyes widen marginally.
Had you told him your name? You couldn't remember, but never the less even if you didn't, you wondered how he knew in the first place. Maybe you slipped it out from habit or he was some stalker type of hero.
The hero seemed to have noticed your confused state, the vigilante quickly ripping off his mask to try and calm your nerves, but you recognize his face all too well, instinctively going to shut the window, but unfortunately for your his senses way too quick for yours, his strength inhumane.
"Wait!" Peter cried out as you still tried to close the window but to no avail. 
Peter easily slides the window up, causing you to let go repulsively, backing up from it as he slowly climbed in.
Every bone in your body was telling you to run, but where would you go, who would you tell? Now you never would tell anyone about your ex being the Queens superhero, but you don't think you can bare having this secret known to you so suddenly.
Peter being Spider-Man is a surprise, of course, and him using his alter ego just to talk to you in some sense after quite literally running away from your confession was making your mind fuzzy to say the least.
You started to shake your head for no particular reason, watching the boy close your window before turning back to you, his hair wild most likely from the mask, and a evident pout on his face.
"You-, you love me?" Peter asked, his voice cracking.
You couldn't conjure up the right words, your mind blank with empty thoughts. It was still shocking to you that Peter of all people was the spiderling you only ever seen on the news.
You never paid much attention to Spider-Man, and if you did, you'd probably would have figured out that Peter was him if you connected the dots properly.
"Y/N, please answer me." He pleaded, breaking you from your train of thoughts. You were sure you looked like a deer caught in headlights at this point.
"I don't know..." You whispered, fiddling with with your fingers as sweat trickled down your forehead.
"But at the library you said-" Peter starts.
"I know what I said." You tell him, meeting his brown eyed gaze.
You blinked back tears, Peter approaching your figure, and you would had backed up to get away from him but you were stuck in-between him and the bed. Fortunately he placed his mask on top of your bed, releasing it from his brutal grip, you two now in close distance.
You were getting deja vu, the boy staring at your face, perfecting every angle he could before closing his eyes and exhaling a breath he had been holding in.
"You really shouldn't had told me that." He whispered, and you bit your bottom lip, nervously nibbling on it.
Peter reopens his eyes, greeting you with the honey colour you were familiar with, his pupils getting smaller as it adjusted to the light, you felt bad for the sad expression that was held on his face.
He slowly brings a hand up to your face, wiping a tear that had unknowingly fallen down your face before pushing some of your hair behind your right ear.
It's been a long time since he's showed you this kind of affirmation, the last time he ever did something remotely similar was the time he had broken up with you. You had no clue what he was thinking, was he going to kiss you, or scold at you for expressing your love for him when he clearly loved another? The possibilities were endless like the ocean, and so you wished he'd only say his motive so your anxiety wasn't so obvious.
Peter's eyes dip to your lips before glancing back to your eyes, him silently asking for permission. You give the boy a nod as your answer, mirroring his actions when he closes his eyes and leans in.
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river13245 · 5 months
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Why couldn't it be me (pt 2)
Warnings: cheating, crying, Platonic Love, Peter being an ass. Ned being a sweet best friend and Loki being there in the end.
Marvel Masterlist / Peter Parker Masterlist
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The past few months had been rough, you had yet to break up with Peter even when Loki and Ned were both telling you that you should. That its the best idea, even when you knew they were right you couldn't do it. Even when Peter kept cancelling plans with you, no matter how many times you rescheduled.
Speaking of rescheduling and plans being canceled, Peter had finally made a date. He had promised to make it, and you foolishly believed him. Which is why you had been sitting in the same seat in this restaurant for the past hour. In his favorite suit of yours.
You chose the suit he loved because you thought maybe if you did then he would choose you. Maybe he would see you and start being a better boyfriend. However you began to give up with him not showing up at all. The final straw was when the waitress came around for the fifth time asking if you were okay. You politely told her everything was okay before she walked off
Tears were beginning to form in your eyes as you decided to call Peter only for it to go straight to voicemail. Standing up you pay for your meal and leave a generous tip to the waitress for her patience before you leave the building.
Once you were a good distance away from all the people you let your tears fall. Fighting through tears you find your way to the curb and sit down. Pulling your phone back out you find Ned's phone number and press on his name only for it to ring twice before its answered "y/n what's wrong? didn't you have a date tonight?"
A sob escapes your thought as you try to speak which causes Ned to speak as you hear keys in the background. "crap alright . Hey just stay on the phone with me, Ill be right there okay? Breathe in and out" He made sure to keep talking the whole time as he drove to you.
When he got there he seen you sitting on the curb and instantly got out and sat beside you wrapping his arm around you. The both of you sit in silence for a little while until you speak up "I think I want to go find him. I want to talk and hopefully resolve things and get an explanation. And I'm not going to get that unless I go to him"
"alright I'm coming with you" Ned said as if its the most normal thing in the world. He was a friend you could count on. One that would do crazy shit with you just so you didn't do it alone. Giving him a small smile you both walk to his car and get in.
As he drives he turns up the radio only for the song playing to be a song you and him both enjoy. So you both are singing along to the radio and you can feel the nerves rolling off of you for just a few minutes.
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Once you park in front of Peters home you take a few deep breaths and close your eyes. "its now or never right?" Ned nods and rests his hand on your shoulder "ill walk you up there. You don't got to do this alone" You smile and nod "Thank you Ned"
You both get out of his car and go up to Peters door, You are about to knock when you hear laughter. It doesn't sound like Peters laughter its more high pitched and giggly. At the sound of this you almost just turn your back and leave when Ned gives you a look and you sigh before bringing your hand to the door and knocking.
About a minute of two goes by and the door opens revealing your boyfriend. However his hair is messed up and he is missing a piece of clothing. Like his shirt. He freezes like a deer in headlights. "y/n. Ned. What are you doing here?"
His voice sounds so genuine like he is actually confused and forgot about the plans that HE made. You scoff as you feel your chest tighten. "what do you mean what are we doing here? You had planed a date after weeks of cancelling. Just for you to not show up" You take a breath to calm yourself "i waited an hour and twenty minutes. I probably looked like a loser"
Peters eyes go wide and he looks at Ned hoping his "best friend" would back him up. "come on dude, you know how forgetful I get. I forgot that it was today, please believe me" He looks back at you, while Ned just shakes his head. "Peter you really screwed up. Both your friendship and your relationship"
Peter looks back at you but you look through him and see Mj standing there and that's when you walk inside and see the date the two of them were having. There was a movie playing, with snacks, blankets and pillows laid out everywhere. It looked a lot like the ones you two used to have when he made time for you.
Mj looks over at you and she looks sad. "y/n I didn't know you two were still together. He told me that the both of you had ended things a while ago. I would have never done this to you knowingly. I would have just been friends with him and nothing more"
Tears form your eyes because you know she is being truthful because there was a time when you and her had been close friends. This caused it to hurt worse, especially when you knew you couldn't hate her because she truly didn't know.
Peter walks over to you and tries to grab onto your shoulders but you move away slightly causing his hands to land on your upper arms. The tears beginning to fall down your face now as you struggle to look at him. "you said you forgot about our date tonight. The one you kept cancelling. Now I see why you couldn't ever make it" You look over at MJ
"y/n I don't know what keeps happening, I just couldn't stop and i couldn't split my time" His excuse was such a bad one that it causes you to pull away from him. His hands falling from you. "why couldn't you just love me" You ask as you meet his eyes.
What you are met with is silence, the kind of silence that makes it painfully known what he is going to say. "I don't know why I cant love you anymore. Even when I know you loved me and did everything for me..I just couldn't feel anything for you. I'm so sorry"
You nod and close your eyes while taking a deep breath. "how long" came your voice in such a quiet sad tone that had Ned walking just a little closer to you.
"what?" Peter asks
"how long have you felt this way Peter Parker" Your voice had been holding strong until he says the next words. "A year"
"oh" was the only sound you make as you look at the wall and away from him. Not being able to look at him you nod "thank you for telling me. I should go."
Ned grabs onto your hand and squeezes it softly making sure your still with him. He does this because he knows how much physical touch helps you sometimes. whether it be romantic or platonic. Ned turns to look at Peter "don't expect me to be coming around anymore. You screwed up so bad. "goodbye Parker"
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Walking inside of your home your whole body seems to just droop as if carrying your weight is too much to bare right now. Ned gets worried when you haven't talked since Peters place. You are silent as you grab yourself a snack and get one for Ned too. If there is one thing about you its that you always took care of everyone even if you weren't feeling so great yourself. But now he wanted to take time to take care of you.
Ned walks up to you and pulls you into his arms and holds you close to him. Your head rests on his shoulder as you take a deep breath. Refusing to cry so instead you talk to him "I'm so sorry he did this to us. You were his best friend." Ned almost scoffs at how you are still worried about his own feelings and now your own.
He runs his hands up and down your back comfortingly. He notices how you aren't allowing yourself to fully fall apart and feel all the emotions you need to let out but he doesn't want to push you. "I know but what he did to you is unforgivable. I never thought he would be the type to do this"
You shrug "i guess everyone is capable." Ned holds you for a little bit longer before he walks you over to the couch and lays you down onto a pillow. As you close your eyes you speak "you can stay over if you want. Take the extra bedroom." he nods and tells you a goodnight and closes the door.
From the softness of the pillow and the headache forming against your temples you fall asleep rather quickly. Ned however pulls out his phone and texts Loki. Loki would rather people text than call him so he made sure never to call him. The only reason Ned had his number was because how close the two of you were and he also knew of the gods feelings towards you.
When Ned sends the text Loki is quick to look at it and instantly teleports there. As he stands in the middle of the living room he sees you laid down with no blanket and so he conjures up a green blanket of his he knows is your favorite and sits down while covering you up.
As they did this you end up waking up. "loki?" They nod and say in a soft voice knowing you wont remember waking up in the morning. "yes darling im here. Get comfortable and sleep, ill be here when you wake" you give him a soft smile and plave your head on their lap and instantly fall asleep under the blanket
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When morning comes Ned walks down and sees Loki running his hands through your hair while you sleep. He smiles to himself as he tells a Loki a quiet goodbye and walks out of the house leaving the two of you there.
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bitchyycapricorn · 10 months
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Almost There
Peter Parker x Ghost!Reader
Chapter One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven
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Wordcount: 1.6K
Synopsis: Peter enters his apartment that night expecting to find an empty bed. But instead, he comes face to face with your transparent glowing figure.
Warnings: ANGST!, Mentions of children dying, jealousy, Ned and Reader lowkey being besties
AN: I swear I actually like MJ’s character in MCU but it’s for the fic. Not edited.
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You hadn’t bothered to go back to Peter’s apartment that day. Instead you found yourself in search of Ned, the person who was soon to be your new roommate. Hopefully. He was your only other friend besides Peter. Since you and Peter were no longer on speaking terms as of last night, you desperately need him to agree to let you bunk with him for the time being. And so, you found yourself poking your head into every room to the left of Peter’s apartment in hopes of finding Ned’s, since the only real information you had to go off of was that it was on the same floor and well, to the left.
You had managed to make it to the very last door with no sign of Ned. Sucking in a breath, you poked your head through the wooden door and took a look around. Thankfully, Ned stood in his kitchen warming up a cup of Mac and cheese. You let out a sigh and made your way through the door and over to where he was standing. “Hey Ned,” you say casually, turning solid so he could see you.
Ned let out a shriek, his hand flying to his heart as he backs into the counter behind him. His eyes lock with yours looking absolutely terrified as he attempts to get his breathing back under control. “That was so very uncalled for.” He heaves, looking up at the now beeping microwave.
Offering him an embarrassed smile, you open the microwave and quickly retrieve his food in an attempt to make up for scarring the living daylights out of him. “Sorry Ned, I didn’t mean to frighten you. I uh, me and Peter aren’t exactly good anymore and I really need somewhere to chill. I know you mentioned living alone and I just, it would be so cool if-“ a frustrated sigh escapes your lips as your mind wanders back to yesterday. It seems so ridiculous that you’re the one who has to leave because Peter happened to get some living girlfriend.
“Hey, you’re good. Peter mentioned that you two got in a fight. I just don’t think he expected you to actually leave.” He replied as he took a bite of his food. Oh how you missed real food.
Another sigh left your lips as you shifted slightly on your feet, “So am I good to stay?” You tried again, cutting straight to the point this time.
“Yeah of course, having a ghost roommate is going to be sick dude.” He laughs, this time offering you a smile.
“Oh good, I was honestly worried I was going to have to stay here behind your back.”
Wait what?”
You brush off his confusion and turn on your heels instead, making your way over to his gaming console. “Peter and I normally play and let me tell you, I kick ass at Mario Cart if you dare to play me.” You tease offering the other controller to Ned. “You down?”
Ned’s smile widens as he takes the controller from you. “Oh it’s on.”
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The sun had already began to set by the time you and Ned had decided to make the responsible decision to put the game down. You had in fact kicked his ass at every single round of Mario Cart, but of course he had you beat at Super Smash Bros. “I don’t even think Peter is that fun,” Ned laughs as he puts away your guy’s controllers and turns off the game.
“That’s because I’m just so much cooler than Parker.” You giggle, getting up to stretch.
Ned turns to face you once again, giving you a kind smile. “Also, it’s totally freaky when you like disappear and only your hands are like there.”
You pause a moment, remembering Ned isn’t able to see you when you’re a ghost. “Oh shit, I totally forgot only Peter can see me because of his spider thingy.”
“So like, can you make any of your body visible while the rest is invisible? Or just your hands?” He asks, suddenly intrigued by this new information.
You give a small shrug before turning everything but your feet invisible, then your left leg, and then only your right eyebrow. Turning back fully visible you give Ned a smile, “I can do the Cheshire Cat thing,”
His eyes go wide as your body slowly fades and all that’s left is your smile. “That is the coolest thing I think I’ve ever seen. And I’m Spider-Man’s guy in the chair.”
“Guy in the chair? So like Peter’s sidekick?” You hum, turning fully visible again. Ned nods, eyes shifting over to the time.
“Yeah but guy in the chair sounds way better, also it’s getting really late.” He says, nodding at the clock on the oven. You look over your shoulder and realize he’s right, it was late.
“You’re right, we should probably get to bed.” You yawn, feeling yourself begin to shut down as if the sight of the time was an automatic trigger.
“I can take the couch if you want my bed?” Ned offers causing you to frown.
“Can’t we just share the bed?” You ask confused.
A blush spreads across Neds face as he looks to the side feeling suddenly awkward. “Share…A bed?”
“Me and Peter shared a bed.” You say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Ned hesitates again, “Yeah but like, isn’t it a bit weird for us to share a bed?”
Your frown deepens as your teeth tug on your bottom lip. “We can sleep separately if you’d like, I just…I don’t like being alone. I was alone for so long. And I like the body heat. It was so cold, so damp, so dark, and I was so alone.”
Ned’s here shatters at your words, realizing you were talking about your death. “Y/N, I’m so so sorry, of course you can slee- wait damp?” He blurts out, completely thrown off.
Your eyes meet his and your pause as well. Your mind is suddenly shifting through your blurry memories. “Yes, it was damp. Like the air was damp, the walls had water on them…” you suddenly felt less confident in what you were saying. “And I was alone after the others stopped,” you pause again, realizing that you had blocked out most of these memories.
“Others?” Ned asked, just as confused as you were.
“Yes…the others, the other children were crying. And then it stopped. I could not see them, it was dark and my eyes were..I don’t know. I want to go to bed now, I don’t- I don’t like this.” Your voice cracked as tears began flowing down your puffy cheeks. Suddenly the thought of Peter’s warm embrace ran through your mind, making you wish you had never fought.
Ned nodded, grabbing your hand softly and leading you into his room. “Let’s get some rest okay?” He whispered as you both snuggled into bed. “You won’t be alone, I’ll stay right here.” He promised, letting you slip into a deep slumber.
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Ned rushed into the dinning hall to find Peter sitting with MJ. “We need to talk,” Ned wheezes, “it’s about Y/N/N,” he finishes once he catches his breath. Your name catches Peter’s attention quite quickly, the thought of you had been on his mind all last night. His bed had never felt so empty without you.
“Is she okay?” Peter asks quickly, feeling suddenly protective and a bit possessive over you.
“Debatable honestly, but none of that matters until we can talk alone,” Ned’s gaze shifts over to MJ, who looks a bit irritated that another girl was being talked about. “It’s uh, private.” He nods, signaling for Peter to follow him.
Peter hesitates, looking over to MJ, “I promise this will be quick, I uh- I just have to hear this.”
“Mhm, so who’s ‘Y/N/N?” MJ cuts in, still looking annoyed.
“Our neighbor,” Ned says quickly, “we all became friends when me and Peter moved in.”
“Uh huh, and why is it the first time I’m hearing about this girl?” She asks, still skeptical.
“Because Ned really likes her and we didn’t want to invite her into the friend group unless she said yes.” Peter replies quickly, sending Ned a pleading look.
Ned nods, “Mhm, huuugggeeee crush. Now let’s go this is life or death important.”
Peter sends one last apologetic smile MJ’s way before following Ned out to the courtyard.
“This better be good dude, my girlfriend can already tell something is up and the guilt of me kissing Y/N is eating me up.” Peter grumbles.
“Can elevators be damp?” Ned asks, turning to face Peter.
Peter pauses, his face falling. “What?”
Ned groans, “Dude I’m serious. Can an elevator be damp?”
“I mean, that seems a bit odd for an elevator to be damp.” Peter says slowly, “why?”
Ned nods, looking around to make sure no one was near them. “That’s what I thought too. But yesterday, Y/N mentioned that when she died it was damp. That wasn’t even the weirdest part though. She mentioned there being others.”
“Others?”
“Yeah, others. Which would have made sense except for the fact she also mentioned that she felt alone once the crying stopped. Peter, if the crying stopped that means the others died before her.” Ned said slowly.
Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, “That can’t be possible, she would’ve had to have died from the impact, she fell from too high up…”
“Exactly. Meaning she didn’t die from an elevator malfunction.”
“But the elevator story is true, it really did crash eight years ago, it’s still out of order because of how bad it was. That’s why they had to build the new one on the opposite end of the building, near your room. “ Peter explains.
“So then how did an elevator get completely obliterated to the point it can’t be fixed, not kill everyone on impact?”
Peter presses his lips together, “Then what the hell actually happened to Y/N?”
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syngrafaes09 · 1 year
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Break-up Sex | Tony Stark x F! Reader
Word Count : 1657
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Peter and Y/N had been together for more than four years and had been dating the summer before she started working for SHIELD and Avengers. Since then, they’d done everything together until the last two months. She had loved him so much – every moment spent on and off the field. But when everything goes so right, it is a prefigurement of everything going wrong. And the turning point of their relationship was the reappearance of his high school love MJ. From never leaving each other’s side to we- don’t- talk -anymore had been the progress they made in the last six months. He had decided to put her in the same state, as he was five years ago when MJ had left him. Y/n felt this was worse than what he had suffered for he didn’t break up straight away. Rather he kept her around showcasing that high school friends were more interesting to hang out with.
As she sat in the airless car, Ned’s words rang in her ears – If I were you, I would back off. It’s better than suffering this way. Grief swept her as she missed the guy who was never going to come back.
Y/n pushed open the unlocked door, comfortably walking into the house unannounced. She had been here many times when they didn’t have any missions. The team had termed it officially as the vacation house. Would this be my last time here?
She walked across the hall towards the French doors that opened to the patio and the bright blue pool.
Tony must have sensed her arrival because he stopped mi-stroke, pushed his wet hair out of his eyes and stared at her with confusion. She had impure thoughts about Tony before. She couldn’t help herself and tried not to feel guilty about them. They were just harmless fantasies, she had kept saying to herself, and were kept safe in her mind.
“Y/N?”
“Hey Mr Stark, didn’t Peter tell you I was coming over?”
He shook his head. “He’s inside. On a call.” Well, this very much explained why he wasn’t where he had texted her to meet. He beckoned her towards the pool. Y/n walked to the edge and crouched down.
“Is everything alright between you two?” Her stomach clenched at the question.
“No,” she said almost in a whisper.
He nodded. “I shouldn’t be saying this but... you should end it.” Tears brimmed in her eyes and she couldn’t respond. “He’s not ready to understand that whatever he is doing is hurting you. He’s at a point in his life where he’s extremely selfish, and he’s not going to get better. At least not for a while. He’s taking you for granted and things won’t go right even if you stick to him, unfortunately, I’m speaking this from experience. You deserve better than this.”
Y/n swallowed thickly and nodded at him. She opened her mouth to tell him that she was here for the same reason but he continued talking.
“I know this all sounds terrible. What a horrible dad am I, telling you to break up with his son -”
“No, you aren’t.” She cut him off. “I came here to bring closure to us. You are right.”
They turned their gaze towards the doors as they opened and Peter stood in the shade.
“Hurry up Y/N, I need to leave in ten minutes,” Peter said, settling into one of the cushioned chairs.
“That’s my cue to leave,” Tony muttered, getting out of the pool, grabbing a towel and disappearing into the house.
Y/n felt gutted as he walked away. Tony came in as soon as Peter left. As she swallowed the lump in her throat, he moved toward her, his arms spread open for a hug. She stepped into it eagerly and let him crush her against his chest.
“Four years and it meant nothing. All he said was fine,” she mumbled into his chest.
His arms wrapped tighter, and she closed her eyes, squeezing back the tears as his hand smoothed down the hair on the back of her head. He moved, shifting the position, and unexpected pleasure jolted through her. It was instantly followed by a wave of shame. He was only offering comfort and this was the most inappropriate time to get turned on. Yet she grew heavier each moment she was in his arms, wanting to get closer to him.
“Everything will go right... eventually.” He murmured.
Y/n pulled slightly just to meet his eyes, they were filled with anger yet relief. When his gaze slid down to her parted lips, she felt a surge from inside and without thinking - tiptoed and kissed him. He was taken aback and when he didn’t respond, she pulled back.
“I’m so sorry,” she stepped away, nearly losing her balance, and he drew her back to him.
“Y/N,” he whispered, looking into her eyes searching for something. “Is it because he left you?”
She didn't know what to answer. Even though she didn't know why she did it, she still wanted to do it.
“You know what, don't answer that.” He said tightening his grip around her waist. “I want you, even if it's one time or just a way for your release.” With that said he crashed the lips onto hers.
Pulling away for breath, she looked into his gaze and her stomach flipped and flopped like a dolphin. She could have never thought that Tony would want to see her as anything other-
All her thoughts were lost as he yanked the buttons of her thin shirt and palmed the curve of her breasts.
“Like that little one?” he whispered in her ear, “You have no idea the things I have always wanted to do to you.” Y/n moaned, arching into his touch.
Tony slid into one of the chairs and pulled her into his lap. Her fingers frantically tugged off her clothing, “I'm no grace,” she whispered, making him chuckle.
“I don't want grace. I like it when you are flustered,” he said tracing his fingers over the valley of her breasts, “Ripe like a fruit,” he tweaked one of her nipples, “to be devoured.”
“God, Tony,” she moaned as he latched his mouth to her scrumptious tits. He continued sucking, swirling his tongue around one nipple while his fingers pinched and tugged the other.
Y/n turned in his grip, straddling him, bringing herself right over the erection in his sweatpants. She rolled and rocked her hips, relishing the friction beneath.
Tony gripped her wait, halting the movements, and looked at her. “Aren’t you a little greedy?”
“I haven’t been spoiled for a long time. I need you inside me. Is that too much to ask?”
“Not at all,” he said, kissing her once again. He moved his hands, grabbed her thighs and got up, making her squeal into the kiss. Walking inside, he placed her over the kitchen island and slid a hand, cupping her between her thighs firmly, massaging her clit first and spreading the wet heat of her desire.
“I'm gonna cum,” she groaned. “That’s the whole idea of this,” he rasped, getting on his knees. His thumb rubbed and pressured her clit while his tongue swarmed in the pool of her wetness.
It took hardly a few minutes before she shuddered and shook above him. Her nails clawed at the marble as he relentlessly sucked and licked her pussy.
“Tony, please,” she whimpered after her body shuddered once again. The pleasure of his goatee scratching her sensitive skin as his mouth and tongue lavished her was too much to take.
A smug smile tainted his features when he stood up. “Peter didn’t do a good job,” he sounded disappointed as he pushed her body down on the island. He dropped his pants to his ankle, pumping himself as he enjoyed her naked form tantalisingly spread in front of him. Her body was still trembling as pulled her hips and lined up to her entrance. “Are you tired already?”
“I want you,” Y/n pouted, pushing up on her elbows.
“Relax little one, you aren’t walking out of this house until I give you three more orgasms at the least.”
Her eyes widened at his declaration and she opened her mouth to speak but his hands jerked her hips pulling her hard and deep into his thrust. She screamed when he pulled out and drove in once again.
His cock pumped fast, hard and deep. He moved inside her with a wild abandon that drove her insane. Pleasure notched higher, nearly unbearable, and she knew she was going to come. She’d wanted him for too long, dreamed of how it would be and the reality was much better than any fantasy. Just him hammering his cock inside her was enough to draw a climax from her.
“Fuck,” he groaned, throwing back his neck. “I knew you would be tight but…” The words died out as his cock twitched, his knees almost gave out and his body shook. “So. Fucking. Amazing,” he punctuated each word with a deep thrust.
Y/n could feel the heat seeping through her from the inside out as his hot semen as it filled her. Her emotions were a jumble when she propped up and caught sight of him. He was staring down, at where their bodies were connected, and his semen was dripping out of her.
“I like being inside you.”
“I love it too, Mr Stark,” she whispered, carefully reaching him while having him deep inside her. She pressed soft, gentle kisses on his forehead, cheeks and lips.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he laughed, nuzzling into her neck.
“Can we take the bed for the next round ?” she asked shyly wondering if he was going to keep his word.
Tony chucked, securing her legs around his waist and marched towards his room.
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sourcherryandsprinkles · 11 months
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Interrupting a white veil occasion | Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary: Peter's childhood crush is going to get married to someone else...so he has to speak before it's too late
Word count: 1k
Request: Please do speak now x peter parker <3
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When Peter heard about the wedding — your wedding —, he swung his way to the top of the highest building in New York and screamed his emotions out. It felt good, but only for a few seconds. The wedding was still happening.
He couldn’t believe his friend who he had been in love with since childhood was marrying this other guy. Peter didn’t really know him, but he hated him. He hated every guy who dated you, which had caused some friction on your friendship over the years.
Like that time Peter purposely ruined your date with the swim team captain. He made up an emergency about someone trying to break into the Avengers tower, but the only person who did a bad thing that night was Peter by lying to you.
‘’He’s a player, he’s gonna break your heart.’’
That night, you made Peter promise to stop sticking his nose in your dating-life.
Swim team captain ended up breaking your heart as Peter had predicted, but Peter let you cry on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around you to stop himself from swinging to that jerk’s house and breaking his perfect jawline.
During the years that followed, there were so many times Peter wanted to confess his feelings to you, but everytime he would chicken out by fear of ruining your friendship. He’d rather love you in secret than lose you in his life.
‘’She’s getting married tomorrow,’’ Ned recalled as they were sitting in their shared apartment, watching the new Star Wars.
‘’Shut up.’’ Peter released a heavy breath. ‘’I'm trying not to think about it.’’
He didn’t say it to hurt Peter and push the knife deeper into his heart. Ned just wanted to remind him that it was happening. That the girl he loved was going to marry someone else tomorrow and he didn’t have much time left before it was too late.
‘’Maybe you should think about it. If you really love her, I think you should tell her….before she says ‘I do’.’’
Twelve hours later, Peter was putting on a suit and running to the place the wedding was held. He didn’t plan to go, but after getting a call from Tony Stark begging him to take his last chance and talk to you, Peter had no other choice but to come.
He didn't want to be a wedding-crasher, but as Tony and Ned had said, this was his last chance to get his girl.
‘’Dad, where have you been?’’ you said as your father opened the door of the room you were hiding in. You had been calling for your father for twenty minutes and no one had been able to find him, not even Pepper.
‘’I was…getting a drink. You know me!’’ Tony flashed you a smile, holding his glass of scotch.
You narrowed your eyes at him. ‘’I think you should slow down on the scotch, Dad. It’s not even 2pm.’’
He waved her off, taking another sip of his drink. ‘’It’s my first drink. It helps with the nerves.’’
You laughed softly. ‘’I’m the one getting married, I should be the one needing a drink for my nerves.’’
‘’I’m nervous about something else….’’ Tony said lowly. ‘’Please don’t be angry with me.’’ He stepped over as your face twisted in confusion, allowing Peter to step in. He was wearing a suit, but the jacket was missing and the shirt underneath had visibly not been ironed. ‘’I’ll just…leave the two of you alone,’’ your father said, then closed the door.
Peter was the last person you expected to see walking through those doors. He had responded ‘will not be attending’ on his invitation, which stung when you opened it.
‘’What are you doing here?’’
‘’The last thing I wanted today was show up to your wedding, but Mr. Stark called and—’’ Peter interrupted himself, needing to get straight to the point now or else he’s chicken out for the very last time. ‘’Don’t marry him.’’
‘’Peter…’’
‘’Don’t say ‘yes’. Don’t marry him,’’ he repeated, stepping closer with pleading eyes. ‘’I am not the kind of guy who rudely barges in on a white veil occasion, but this guy that’s waiting for you at the altar is not the right one for you, Y/N. Even your father thinks so!’’
You rolled your eyes. ‘’My father thinks no one will ever be good enough for me.’’
‘’Up until twenty-three minutes ago, I was not planning on showing up. I was moping in my bed and cursing myself for not speaking up when I had time, but your father called me…and here I am. I love you, Y/N Stark. I’ve loved you since we met at the aquarium under the huge tunnel.’’
It was over ten years ago, but Peter remembered that day as if it was yesterday.
‘’You were there with your nanny and I was on a field trip with my science class. My feet got tangled and I tripped and you helped me up. We didn’t know each other, but when I took your hand and looked into your eyes, I thought you were the prettiest girl in the whole wide world.’’
A smile curled on your glossed lips as a light flush covered your cheeks. Thankfully, it was covered by makeup. ‘’You had glasses back then. And a missing front tooth.’’
Peter scrunched his nose. ‘’Yeah, it was a terrible look.’’
You laughed at the memories. His missing tooth was actually adorable. 
‘’I think you looked cute.’’
It was Peter’s turn to flush. 
If your groom-to-be were to hear or see you, he would throw a fit. The woman he was about to marry was verbally cheating with another men. 
Peter stepped in with shaky hands, your eyes on him. ‘’Please, don't marry him.’’
He wasn't asking you to marry him instead. That would be crazy and way too rushed. 
All Peter was asking was to call off the wedding. 
Your eyes filled with tears and you crumbled in the seat by the large mirror, at loss with your emotions. ‘’There’s hundreds of people out there waiting for me, Pete. I-I can’t not—’’
‘’I know,’’ Peter said, crouching before you, ‘’but these people also want you to be happy and you're not gonna be happy with this guy.’’ 
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𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 — 𝐓𝐎𝐌!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑
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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Dr. Strange tells Peter that in every existing universe you don’t make it, yet the multiverse has other plans.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, mentions of dying, fluff, happy ending!
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,045
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tom!Peter Parker x fem!Reader
𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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“I think it might benefit you, Y/n, if you just went home.” Dr. Strange brushed past you barely acknowledging you.
“Home? In the midst of all this, no way!” You exclaimed.
“Trust me kid you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“Are you forgetting who fought along side the Avengers, watched a quarter of her family die, and had to watch her own dad die a hero’s death.” Your eyes glistened with water as you stood tall against the wizard before you. “Like hell! I’m staying.”
“Your funeral…” He sighed feeling that there was no use in trying to convince you to leave.
“What does that mean?” Peter perked up. There was a drop in his stomach as he looked at Stephen confused. His choice of words did not sit well with him.
“Hmm?”
“You said…it’s your funeral, why’d you have to say it that way?” Your eyes darted between the two of them. Your heart accelereated just a little. Peter had a point.
“No reason…” Dr. Stranged nonchalantly shrugged.
“See now that makes me think that there is a reason.” Peter frowned. Dr. Strange gave a side look before looking at the ground. Peter’s back straightened out. “Stephen what are you not telling us?”
“You know…” He began. “You know about the multiverse theory right?” He looked over to Peter who nodded.
“Yeah, the possibility of there being infinite numbers of universes that exist.”
“Well you might want to accept that theory soon because we’ve unleashed hell.”
“Okay, I get that but…what does that have to do with Y/n?” MJ’s eyebrows furrowed.
“So for instance. Say there’s another world like ours only slightly different with changed variations. While you may think Peter is the only Spider-Man. There’s another universe that has a Peter Parker who is Spider-Man.”
“What’s the difference?” You crosed your arms over your chest.
“Maybe the way they look, but for some reason you’re the only person that looks the same in each universe.”
“So let me get this straight…” You stopped him. “You’re saying that somewhere out there. Is another me?”
“Yes.” Dr. Strange nodded.
“Okay see that I do get, but why did you say… it’s your funeral?” You squinted your eyes. Dr. Strange closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Cause you die!”
Peter, Ned, MJ, and you all flinch at his sudden outburst.
“What?” You mutter out.
“In every existing universe with you in it…you die. That’s your fate, no matter how many times you try to change it. So go home while you can.” He sighed. He regretted telling you as he watched your shoulders slump.
Peter felt his heart drop. He turned his head to look at you. You only stared emotionless at the ground.
“Y/n-” Peter was about to grab your arm gently, but you stopped him.
“Did you know my dad was gonna die?” You said out of curiousity. His death never really sat right with you. There was a gut wrenching ache inside you every time you thought back to that day. His face haunted your nightmares, while his last words repeated over like a broken record in your head.
Dr. Strange’s silence spoke louder than his words ever could.
You nodded, biting your lip. Your eyes glistened. “And you did nothing.” You scowled at him. You composure was breaking. “A little birdy told me you said there was only one chance that we won against Thanos. Yet why do I feel that that might not have been the only possible outcome?” You glared up at the man before you.
“It was the only way-” Dr. Strange tried.
“Now you’re telling me that I die, no matter what, and there’s nothing we can’t do about it.” You scoffed. “No! I won’t accept that. I’m not going out- just because you say so. I’m changing my fate.” You spoke firmly. “To hell with fate!” You left it at that and walked out of the Sanctum Sanctorum. Dr. Strange sighed then looked over at the remaining teenagers. He mostly directed what he was about to say towards Peter.
“Don’t let her out of your sight.”
Peter clenched his jaw and nodded firmly.
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To hell with fate. Those were your words, and now it seems that they were coming back to bite you in the ass.
Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as your fingers couldn’t grab the metal pole fast enough. Ned watched as you and MJ fell.
You couldn’t really scream. You knew you could, but nothing came out. You felt lightheaded as you free fell. You always told Peter how scared you were of falling. It’s why you hardly let him swing you around New York. The correct term for your fear was Ptophobia. Peter knew it by heart since you liked to remind him on every swing.
“You know what Ptophobia is? No? Well, I’m going through the motions right now– P-ETER!” You would cling to him every time he pretended to drop you for laughs.
Yet this time Peter wasn’t laughing and you- were really falling.
“Y/N!” Peter yelled as he caught MJ’s hand. He sat her down on a platform and dove after you. “Y/N!”
The distance between his hand and yours had you mentally preparing yourself for the worst to come as you rushed towards the ground. The sight of him came and went with each second passing by. Then he wasn’t visible anymore. You had closed your eyes.
“No!”
You’re not sure why you had closed your eyes. You have had multiple occasions where you were faced with the brink of death. Yet there was something about dying by the thing you fear the most that scared you. Closing your eyes felt instinctively right. You considered it a way to lessen the idea that you were going to splatter on the cement ground below in under however many seconds you had left. It was just a matter of when now. Seconds before your bones would break amongst the collision of the hard ground and your body.
But it never happened…
There was a pull on your extended hand. You gasped. Your eyes widened as you felt your body jolt in surprise.
Your Peter shot out a web to stop him from falling. He clutched at where his heart was and let out a sigh of relief. He was going through so many emotions he teared up a bit.
You didn’t even really process the fact someone saved you. You were too busy looking down at what seemed to be a hundred or more feet between you and the ground.
“Ahh!” You yelled.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t look down if I were you.” You finally looked up and it was not the person you were expecting. The questionable and unfamiliar voice had your eyes practically falling out of their sockets. You panicked and in doing so you slipped out of your hero’s grasp. So you fell again.
Yet he caught you.
“I got you!” He held you by the arm. “Woah, hey you’re alright.” He tried his best to calm you down. “Why don’t we take some deep breaths, yeah.” He nodded hoping you would too. “In and out, okay. Let’s start now!” You were too overwhelmed to argue with this Spidey imposter that you ended up inhaling for 5 and exhaling for 6. “See that wasn’t so bad. You’re a natural! You okay?”
“I uh, you, I-I have Ptophobia.” You stammered then gulped. You looked down and your eyes widened.
“Gesundheit.” He tilted his head.
“N-No, it means I-“ Your words came out jumbled.
“I know.” He laughed. You could hear his smile through the mask. He pulled you up and placed you down on a sturdy-looking platform.
Once you were on your feet again you finally got a good look at your savior. A similar suit, similar spider emblem, you just needed to know who the guy behind the mask was.
“I uh, thank you? I’m sorry. I really don’t know what to say, I just learned multiple universes exist, and then you just, what? - really thought the wizard was talking bull.” You half-heartedly laughed.
“Can’t say I’m at lost for words either cause I am…you’re supposed to be dead.” He trailed off. He tilted his head. Probably examining you from head to toe.
“So I’ve been told!” You answered curtly. “Thanks for changing my fate though.” You gestured over his shoulder where the drop continued. “Y-You did well…” You nodded and gave him a thumbs up.
“Well you know…lightning never strikes twice in the same place.” He walked up to you slowly.
“No, guess not.” You giggled, then noticed lightning in the distance. “He might strike it in the same place though.” Your shoulders tensed. You watched him make a fist. His shoulders were straightened. He was on high alert. You tapped his shoulder catching his attention. “W-What’s your name?” You smiled gently.
He whipped his head around to face you. He chuckled then removed the mask from his face. You gasped slightly in amazement.
“Cute.” You were so out of it you didn’t register the fact you said that out loud. Your eyes grew big, yet he found your embarrassed state amusing.
“Peter Parker, nice to meet you, Y/n.” You glanced out at his extended gloved hand. Then gently shook it. You couldn’t believe it. Two Peter Parkers had somehow made their way into your life. You looked away to stare at the lightning and clouded night sky.
Yet this Peter’s laugh tore your attention away from the sky. He had quickly looked away biting his lip to keep him from letting out another laugh.
“What?” You smiled at his weird behavior.
“Nothing, it’s- it’s nothing.” He brushed it off, but now you had to know what caused him to have a fit of giggles.
“It doesn’t seem like nothing. What is it?”
He sighed, blew a raspberry, then mustered the courage to tell you. “You uh, you still scrunch your nose when you’re uh when you space out. It’s been 3 years since I last saw you do that.” Your mouth opened and closed not knowing what to say. Peter shook his head. “It’s still adorable…”
Your heart skipped a beat hearing him say these things to do.
“I bet you miss her.” You offered him a smile.
“Everyday.”
There was a rumble and crack going off in the distance. Peter put his mask back on and looked towards the water. “Hey I’m gonna need you to stay here-” He was cut off by the rush of you colliding against his chest. He grunted as he steadied the both of you. You had hugged him. He was taken aback, but then quickly embraced you, his arms sitting on the mid of your back. You didn’t seem to protest against him tightening his hold. So he took it as a green light to let his masked face fall into the crook of your neck.
“Thank you.” He mumbled out.
“I thought you could use one.” You laughed softly. You pulled away first and stared at his masked face.
The sudden thwip sound of Peter’s web was behind you and this Peter. You turned around and laughed out in relief to see your Peter. He choked back a sob as you walked over to him and let him melt into your arms
“I thought I lost you.” He mumbled into your hair.
“I’m okay.” You reassured him. “Spider-Man saved me.” You pulled back to gesture to the other Peter Parker behind you two. Your Peter finally looked up and saw himself or another version of himself at least.
“Peter meet…Peter?” You scrunched your nose. Not knowing how to go about this interaction.
“This is just-” Your Peter began.
“Weird right?” The other Peter finished.
“Yeah…Hey um, thank you, for saving her.”
“I’m just glad to know I was able to save you this time.” His words were heavy on the heart, but he truly did mean it.
“She, me? Would be proud of you, Peter.” You reassured him. Then turned to face your Peter. You laid your head on his shoulder as he held you close. “I know I am.”
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akairawrites · 9 months
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Not Your Gwen Stacy pt.2
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Earlier the next morning as soon as you came into work you began working on your page for the newspaper although you’d rather write about Spiderman based on what you saw you had to depend on news articles for now and none of them said anything good.
You didn't believe he was a bad guy because he saved your life if he was he wouldn’t have. You believed he was a bit misunderstood. You thought about asking him yourself but then immediately shut it down considering the fact that you had no way of contacting him and purposely getting yourself in a dangerous situation was not an option.
You frowned looking down at the blank paper writer’s block seemed to show up at the worst times. You cursed to yourself as you ran a hand down your tired face you haven’t gotten a thing done since you sat down in your chair and Peter running late didn’t help one bit.
“Trouble writing?”
You looked up and your frown turned into a small smile “Hi Ned, just having trouble figuring out where to start.” you said truthfully
“Well,” Ned sat down the two cups of coffee in his hands on your desk you took one and took a sip surprisingly enough it was just the way you liked it. He pulled up a chair and took the paper from your hands. “Let's see.”
“It's blank.”
“I know.”
“Why don't you write about what's been happening lately?” He suggested taking a sip of his coffee.
You shook your head “I don't wanna write anything bad about Spiderman..he saved my life the other day I don’t believe he’s a bad guy.”
He just laughed and clicked his teeth “Leave it up to you to see the good in people.”
“I try.”
Ned looked around as if he was looking for someone his eyebrow lifted when he turned his attention back to you “Where is Parker? Isn't he supposed to be helping you with this?”
“Yeah but you know Peter always running late besides...I don't think he could help me with this part away.” Just as you finished with your sentence Peter rushed into the room he looked as if he just rolled out of bed. His hair looked like it was tousled by the wind and his clothes were wrinkled and disheveled. “Uh sorry I’m late,” he said trying to fix his hair.
“Hey, Peter.”
“Hey, Ned.”
“Uhh...look Y/N I gotta go I’ll see you later alright. Good luck with the paper.” He placed a hand on your shoulder and flashed his famous smile, he put the chair back and grabbed his coffee before walking off. “I got the pictures,” Peter said taking Ned's place he placed them down on the desk in front of you. They were Polaroid pictures you picked them up and searched through them to find the best one but most of them were blurred and for the others, you couldn't see the masked hero.
“Umm, Peter I'm sorry but I don't think these are going to work. He's not even in the shot for half of these.” Peter signed and stuffed the pictures inside his bag disappointment was evident on his face “Are you okay?” You asked
You felt slightly bad for him something was going through something and although you had only known him for two days you had the urge to be there every step of the way “Peter...I’m here for you.” He didn't even look up at you as he clinched his jaw
“I gotta go.” he grabbed his bag and left. You were a bit confused about what just happened. You weren't sure if it had been something you said or the fact that you didn't like the pictures he took either way you wouldn't dwell on it you just wanted to focus on getting the page done.
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Later that night you took it upon yourself to grab dinner on your way home. Once you made it to your apartment you sat the food down onto the counter and headed straight for the shower. You stripped and let the warm water rinse away the stress. As you washed the shampoo out of your hair you heard a noise come from your living room quickly you shut the shower off waiting to hear the noise again. When you didn't hear you stepped out and quickly dried yourself off and threw on some clothes.
You slowly crept into your living room your hair was still wet so you still had your towel and pat-dried your hair. At first, it just seemed like a false alarm you thought you were being paranoid until you saw a silhouette moving on your fire escape.
Peter barely landed on his fire escape, he doubled over and clutched his stomach he used his bloody hand to open the window once he stepped inside he tripped over an end table knocking it and its contents on the floor he was about to question it until the lights flickered on revealing that he was not in his apartment.
“Oh my god are you okay?”
Peter froze he knew that voice all too well without making contact Peter tried going through the window again but the gash on his stomach was preventing him from doing so without a second thought Y/N helped him up and onto the couch. Peter couldn't comprehend why she was helping him he comprehend why anyone would help him when he couldn't be The Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman he promised to be. After the passing of Gwen, Peter didn't have a reason to see the good In people anymore he stopped caring he didn't see a reason to be remorseful. Other than his Aunt May Peter had no one intended on keeping it that way seeing how everyone he seemed to get close to end up dying.
He was pulled away from his thoughts when he felt the couch dip down beside him he had no idea how long he'd been in his thoughts because you returned with a first aid kit and a towel drenched in alcohol. “I need you to um...” She gestured toward his suit. He slowly removed the top half of his suit but of course, he left his mask on. Besides the large gash across his chest, you couldn't help but notice his nice physique but you didn't let yourself stare too long.
You were a bit surprised that Spiderman just climbed through your window and at the fact that you didn't even think twice about helping him. You lightly dabbed his wound It hurt of course but it was nothing Peter couldn't handle. You cleared her throat wanting to make conversation with the hero. If you were gone to dress his wounds you might as well get to know him while you're at it. “So um…believe it or not I’m writing a paper about you over at the Daily Bugle,” Peter knew what you were doing although he’d rather not and get this over with he decided to engage in conversation anyway.
“Oh yeah? Let me guess it’s gonna be another article about how I’m a menace to the city of New York.” He guessed. You shook your head “No actually…I wanted to write about how much of a good person you are.” She told him truthfully “Why?” Peter was genuinely confused he felt as though he didn’t deserve the kindness she was showing him “I don’t know if you remember but you saved my life once and I think a lot of people are forgetting that you were a hero once upon a time. And even though you have made some not-so-great choices you're still human, everyone makes mistakes.” Peter stared at you astonished he was so glad you couldn't see his face right now “So…consider this us getting even.” You looked up and smiled sweetly at him even through his mask you could see the shocked expression on his face. “Don’t look so surprised you get what you give in return right?”
Once you were done dressing his wounds he thanked you. You lent him a blanket so that he could rest on your couch even though he protested you still insisted and eventually, he gave in. You wished him goodnight before going into your room and crawling into bed yourself.
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a-strange-inkling · 10 months
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“Hoh boy,” he hears Ned say quietly to himself, rubbing the back of his neck and quickly disappearing backstage.
Jesus, what now? He wonders, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Can one thing go right today?
First Gareth called in, too hungover to play after partying Saturday, then Jimmy’s mic didn’t pass the sound check and tech still hasn’t figured out what the problem is and now…
“Jesus Christ…” Eddie mutters in annoyance, smacking a palm over his face the moment he turns around to see his sixteen year old daughter strutting up the stairs in a pink crop top and denim mini shorts with fishnet tights and combat boots. “Nope, nope, nope absolutely not!” He makes a cross with his arms over his chest, shaking his head.
“What?” She raises her hands in confusion.
“Maggie… what on earth are you wearing?”
“Uh clothes.” She responds, looking herself over, already taking that smart, defiant tone. As if to say duuuhhh.
“…I’m sorry, there’s been a mistake,” he drones sarcastically when she reaches the platform, crossing his arms in a very Wayne stance. “I asked for a replacement drummer, not a back up dancer from a Britney Spears’ music video.”
“Dad!”
“Margaret.” He counters with the same whiny tone. She pouts just like her mother does. “…Really, kid? You’ve got to do this to me when we’re twenty minutes from going on for this stupid thing?”
“It’s my aesthetic! It’s my expression of self—”
“Yeah, sure, okay, listen young—very, very young lady,”…oh lord, he’s even pointing at her with an authoritative finger, he’s such a fucking dad. “I don’t care what it is, there is no way in hell you are wearing that on stage.”
“Well, Father, I don’t exactly have anything else to wear, I came straight over from Ashley’s because you needed my help.”
“Well then, I guess it was a wasted trip, you’re not going on.”
“But whhhyyy!?” She stomps her foot in indignation. Eddie just walks past her, inhaling long and deep through his nose as he starts digging through the neatly folded piles on the merch table.
“Gee, I don’t know, Maggie, I guess I’m just not really comfortable letting my underage daughter go on stage dressed like that in front of a crowd of drunk sports fans.”
“Well, what are you going to do without a drummer then?”
He shrugs his shoulders uncaringly. “Play poorly.”
Jimmy and a few of the stagehands glance over at the commotion, but are smart enough to slowly side step right out of the area.
“Everyone wears this! It’s the style! It’s what I wear at my shows—”
Her passionate speech is cut off as he throws a XXL Corroded Coffin sweatshirt over her head that almost reaches down to her knees. “Yeah, well, not with my band.” he replies.
“You’re not serious!!” she exclaims angrily as her blonde head pops up through the collar, quickly freeing her hair so that her curls don’t frizz up.
“Dead serious.” He smiles tightly, patting her head as he goes to see what’s happening with the mic.
“This is so lame, Dad!” she cries after him.
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Finding a way to your heart | Loki x Plus Size!Reader
This is this request! Hope you enjoy it! Requests are still open!
Summary: The newest members makes Loki fall head over heels for her, but because of her size and backstory she feels like he won't take her serious
Cw: Injury, slow burn, Loki being a fool in love, simp Loki, reader's family is dead, reader has powers
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"And this is the common area, most of the time is used by Avengers that are free and want to relax or read a book or something..." Tony said as you walked to said area with him
You hummed as you stepped in, seeing the bookshelves and sofas, it was all minimalistic but elegant, screamed rich boy owns this
"I'll call everyone to meet you, they'll be here shortly" he smiled at you, you just nodded and sat down on a sofa
Soon the room filled with people, some with their suits others in casual clothes
"Well like I said yesterday. We have a new member to the team, her name is Y/n Y/l/ln, introduce yourself sweetheart"
You stood up, smiling at them, a blond big guy waved at you with a goofy like smile, that made you more confident
"Well yeah my name is Y/n and I'm glad that I'm here"
"What do you do? Have any powers? Special abilities?" Captain America asked you. You gulped nervously
"Well now that you mention it... You might wanna hold to something" You announced before a huge wave of an earthquake started, making everyone yelp and hold tight, but you didn't move and inch, a violent gust of wind made everything fly around, papers, the hairs of everyone
You slowly made the earthquake come to an end and then the wind stopped, the faces of the team were enough to make you feel even more confident
"Okay... That was, wow" Natasha said fixing her hair
"So you basically control natural disasters? Or elements? I'm so confused" Steve spoke sitting back straight
"I have control over all elements and the disasters they cause, so hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis, everything is under my jurisdiction" you smiled at their surprised faces
"Well that's awesome, I'm Thor, God of Thunder, but you probably already know me" The blond goofy guy came closer, giving you a hand to shake, which you did
"Well God of Thunder, you have some competition with me, I love playing around with thunder" a huge lightning fell down behind the window you were standing in front of, Thor smiled
"I like this one"
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Days at the tower were interesting for you, the avengers spent their time knowing you and digging around for more information of you, they were all curious to know where an overpowered person like you came from.
"Well, my powers have been with me since I can remember, I was always getting into trouble because I would set things on fire by accident" You were playing with a flame in your hand "But after years I learnt to master every element and I think I'm pretty damn god at it" You smiled cockily
"Well, it's great that you have these powers, it's a huge responsibility you know" Thor told you then bit his Pop Tart
"Yeah I'm aware" You took a sip of your tea, looking over at a green shimmer that came from a nearby sofa "What was that?" you got up from your chair and walked to where the shimmer was spotted by you "Hmmm..."
You turned around but quickly made a splash of water soak whoever was sitting there, invisible
"Oh for the Nine Realms!" It was Loki, he quickly revealed himself and widened his eyes at you
"Loki? You're spying on us?" You asked crossing your arms over your chest
"Brother, that's incredibly rude" Thor added
"Oh for the Norns, I wasn't spying on anyone! I was reading a book when you two came in here, disrupting my peace" He held up a book that was now all soaked, he sighed
"Oh gods I'm sorry, let me fix that" a violent gust of wind surrounded the book, drying it off instantly "There! All fixed! No ned to thank me!" You sat again at yoir chair "But now my tea is cold" you held the cup with your hand and it srated to boil "There we go, all perfect now" Thor was smiling at you so you returned the gesture
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Finally the day you wanted to come, a mission where you were needed, you had your own suit custom made, it made your figure look good despite you being on the bigger side, the suit was white with the colors of the elements scattered around, with some combat boots and special gloves.
You had a big stomach, big thighs and well a big ass, your arms were chunky too but this suit made you look professional and like an Avenger, you feelt good.
"Ready?" Cap asked, you nodded "You look good"
You smiled at him "Thank you Cap"
The ones that came to this mission were Cap, Loki, Natasha and you, Bruce was in the jet to attend anyone that got injured, just in case, you had to destroy a Hydra nest and with your powers it could be all too easy, you would just make a huge earthquake swallow the base entirely and then flood it with a tsunami, easy, right?
"We have to retrieve some prisoners they have"
Oh you gotta be kidding me!
You rolled your eyes, it wasn't easy at all, now you had to rescue people too
"Don't get so negative sweet Y/n, this is routine, you'll get used to it" Loki spoke next to you, having teleported right there
"How do you know I was thinking that?" He smiled
"I'm a god my dear" was all he said leaving you even more confused
"Okay then..."
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"This is the last person let's go!" Cap said as you helped drag another woman out of the Hydra nest
"Poor people, what do they do to them?"
"Experiments, horrible things" Natasha replied
Loki was at the front of you, carrying two men at once, oh that's hot, you thought as you watched how effortless he made it look
A huge stroke on the ground made you alert, an earthqueake was coming, but not one that you caused, this was a natural one
"Uhm guys, we should hurry, I feel something big is going to happen" Everyone looked at you when suddenly the floor opened and you fell down, holding the woman as best as you could and with the other hand holding yourself to the edge of the crack that opened
Cap was first to help you, holding your hand to pull you up, Natasha helped with the unconcious woman and another hand grabbed your left arm, Loki, they both dragged you up, the earthquaked started and you had to run out.
"Quick, run!"
You all barely made it to the quinjet before the base was swallowed down, just how you planned it to but naturally
"Y/n? Did you-?" Natasha started but to cut her off by shaking your head
"No I didn't, that was natural..." You pointed at the huge hole in the ground
"Well shit, you almost die there, luckily we saved you too" Cap said patting your shoulder "Let's go back to the tower"
We saved you too
Those 4 words were stuck in your head, Captain America wasn't capable of holding you by himself, Loki, a literal god had to help him with your weight, that made you feel even worse about your body
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Back at the tower you hurried inside, wanting to lock yourself away from the world, you felt so pathetic that instead of helping you had to be saved to, how stupid
"Lady Y/n how did the mission go-"
"Not now Thor, leave me alone" You walked past him quickly, he scoffed confused at your attitude
"Brother, what happened?" Thor asked his brother that was just entering behind you
"She uhm, she fell and almost died, we had to save her" Thor opened his mouth to ssy something but quickly shut it "I think she feels bad because Cap couldn't hold her"
Thor realized what his brother meant and frowned "Poor Lady Y/n, shes' beautiful even if she doesn't feel like it..."
"Indeed she is..." Loki said in a tone that intrigued Thor
"Brother, do you fancy Lady Y/n?" Now Loki was stuck between the wall and the sword, he couldn't deny his growing feelings towards you and his brother saw right through him
"Thor I-"
"You do!"
"Shut up you oaf! Yes I do have feelings for Y/n, but I wish to keep it private for now, I plan on taking her out on a date first, like midgardians do"
"Well, good luck to you brother, she's quite an amazing girl and if you don't start going after her, I might as well" He felt a sting on his belly, he looked down and a dagger was buried in him "Yeah I deserve that"
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For three days you avoided people, feeling self concious and horrible about your body, you couldn't face Cap and never Loki.
A knock on your door made you stand up from your bed "Who is it?"
"It's Loki, I just want to talk to you if you allow me"
Oh gosh not him...
"Loki I'm not in the mood right now"
You heard him sigh, now you felt bad
"But I'll listen to you" you opened the door and he smiled at you
"Thanks Y/n... I wanted to ask you if, you'd like to go out on a date with me...?" He looked up at you and you just, couldn't hold in your laughter "Is this a normal reaction or...?"
"You, want to take me out on a date?!" You said remarking each word out loud "I'm sorry but I can't take you seriously, I don't believe you"
"Why wouldn't you? I'm being completely honest, I might be the God of Lies but I'm not lying to you"
"Look Loki, you're a great guy, you're wow the perfect guy, but, you won't like someone like me, you won't want anyone to see you with me, look at me! I'm not a perfect body like the ones you're used to, just go and find someone that is good for you okay? Good luck" you closed the door before he could say something else, you hear him sigh again and walk away "I'm sorry Loki..."
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"How did it go brother?"
Loki flopped down on the sofa, huffing loudly
"Brother...?"
"She rejected me, laughed in my face, then said that she wasn't good for me, that I would be ashamed of her being seen with me"
"But what, why would she say that? She's absolutely beautiful"
"I know brother, but she won't believe me when I say I want to go out with her..."
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Another mission came and you were even more nervous, what if I fall again? What if I get nervous and I can't do anything?
These questions were flooding your mind and you were so distracted you didn't noticed you had landed, a hand shook you out of your thoughts
"We're here Y/n" Loki told you
"Oh yeah, thanks" you stood up getting mentally ready for what was happening
This was a mission of a recovery of some stolen equipment, it was a huge tower and you all would have to get in another way than the normal one through the elevators, so, that's where you came in clutch
You would make a hurricane like to hold the team up and drive them all the way up the tower, it was exhausting but it would be faster that way
"You ready Y/n?" Natasha said looking at you, you nodded and concentrated
You visualized what you wanted to happen, the gusts of wind picking up everyone, how it would get them up and safe
With the intensity your body would levitate, the others were picked up by the wind and they were almost all the way up when a shot got fired and you fell down
"Y/n!" You heard in the distance
The team up there had to hold up to the balcony of the tower, climbing up, the one that fell down was Loki, but he was completely okay, he was the one that got you to the jet, you had a gun wound in your stomach and it was pretty deep
"Please don't die on me Y/n, I love you please don't die, Banner help!"
Was the last thing you heard before everything went black...
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A blinding light struck your eyes, you were slowly waking up when you heard sobbing next to you.
"Please wake up Y/n... Please..."
A few hours before...
"I can't lose her Thor! She's all I want! I love her!"
"I know brother, Banner said she would be okay, please calm down"
Present time...
"Loki...?" You stirred awake, he quickly shot up and smiled
"Y/n! You're awake!" He kissed your hands, you tried to move but it hurt "Please don't move sweetheart, you're still on recovery"
"What happened?" You asked groggily
"You got shot... But the mission was successful"
"What are you doing here?" You said taking a good look at him, eyes red and puffy, he looked like he had been crying lately
"I couldn't leave you alone my dear... I had to stay here... I love you..."
You couldn't believe his words, he was proclaiming his love, to you
"What are you saying..." You said in disbelief
"I love you Y/n, since the moment I saw you I loved you, please don't reject me again, I would do anything for you..."
You smiled at him, brushing his tears off "I love you too Loki... I'm sorry I laughed at you"
"That's in the past sweetheart, let's just look at the future okay? I won't leave you alone... I finally found a way to your heart..."
You smiled at his words... He was all your's and you were his'...
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marjoriestotch · 1 year
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My headcanons about the parents and families in general I guess since I'm starting to accumulate many...
I think I should start by saying that all the parents being in their 40s makes a lot of things just not make sense, especially how they talk about their past and while its not strange to have kids when youre in your 30s, it def confuses me since they dont act like it, yknow? Like having kids in your 30s is the sane choice imho for competent adults, and none of them are that. So just go with the flow with me that their ages fluctuate from family to family
The Broflovskis:
OKAY so we know Gerald was a drug addict at some point (cat piss but i think other things too, surely), i think it was in his teens and early twenties along with Stuart and he decided to clean up to get into college (which Stuart resents). Gerald in fact over compensates and becomes completely straight edge teetotaler, so when he meets Sheila at a party it unlocks something he tried really hard to repress. Shes wild and sexy and is overflowing with confidence and he finds that irresistible like a drug and becomes absolutely smitten with her, and Sheila finds him really cute in the beginning but just considers him a casual fling. He fell in love first but she falls much harded as they go along. Heres the less fun part; i think with Sheilas partying and very active sex life and Geralds drug abuse problems of the past, they have fertility issues. Kyle is essentially their rainbow baby and is a complete and utter surprise, and they work hard together to completely flip their whole lives around, moving out of Jersey and into South Park, etc. Sheila develops a strong attachment to Gerald through his time and its why she dotes on Kyle so much as she does, he's her little bubula, her miracle. This explains why they adopt Ike, too. And, of course, while Sheila considers Gerald the anchor that pulled her to the shore, she doesn't fully know Gerald's wild past, as is seen in major boobage and chicken pox, etc etc. But they arent also a completely traditional either - i think they swing, as we see Sheila hook up with Chef (with Gerald's enthusiastic consent) and Gerald willing to do stuff with Randy in the hot tub. Also yes he took her last name, he may be a fucked up little piss troll but he does love/submit to Sheila fully.
The Marshes:
We know a lot about Randys past but nothing about Sharon so I'll talk mostly about her. Unpopular opinion but I think Sharon is a big bisexual girlie and had a strong preference for women, but felt pressured to settle down with a man and have a family after her brother Jimbo came out to the family and moved out of town into the wild with Ned, so she attached to Randy since he was the first decent guy to get on her radar. Of course, she doesnt know about Randys wild ass side since I think he was very good at masking it at first. She internalizes this great anxiety about seperating from Randy because of this and when they had shelly and stan there was a part of her that thought it would help to sort of anchor her in the marriage but it backfired and made her feel trapped instead. I imagine they married young and she was still a stupid young woman when she had Shelly so she wasn't able to be there for her properly but had more experience with Stan. In a flashback we saw Sharon with long hair and I think she cuts her hair as like symbolic of her unhappiness with her life but trying to be practical with what she has. It depends on the day whether I think shes hooked up with the other moms behind Randy's back.
Liane Cartman
Not much to say about her other than I think she's def hooked up with Sheila and Sharon and thats how Cartman got to hang around with Kyle and Stan when they were little babies. Wouldnt it be hilarious? Imagine the field day Kyle would have with Cartman if he knew that. I also think Liane and Carol partied a lot together when they were younger, which is how Cartman and Kenny are close. Speaking of
McCormicks
I still dont know where the fanon came from where Stuart is a pedo creep but thats not how I see things obvi. Theyre just both fucked up poor people who were stupid kids that got knocked up and disowned by their families. Its been shown that Stuart has a very defeatist attitude with a victim mentality, and I think Carol also has the same mindset, even if she does roll up her sleeves and finds work as a waitress and dishwasher. They bond over feeling like theyre the only people in town to "get" each other like that, like theyre the outcasts in the world yknow, the under dogs that gotta stick together, even though they are way better off just being friends. They joined fringe groups like the cthulhu cult not only in search for drugs and alcohol but also community, yknow? And they keep having kids thinking it will just start making things make sense but it doesnt cuz theyre dumb. I also def think they sleep with other people but not even in a swing-y way like the Broflovsks, they are barely a couple as it is. I've said this in a previous post but I def think Carol and Sheila became fast friends when the Broflovskis moved into town, meeting through their husbands and bonding over being wild party girls at heart. Hence why Kenny and Kyle developed a friendship, cuz otherwise Gerald and Stuart would prefer to avoid each other completely. This doesnt make complete sense in chickenpox, but I'm just gonna ignore that.
The Blacks
OKAY SO IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THEM A LOT and i def didnt type up this post just to talk about them :) this is 200% just complete fanon speculation so like shut off your brain for this one my south parkies if the show wont tell us anything about them then I can day dream. AND YES i have been informed that his name is "Steve" and not "Stephen" but...i do not care!!! He is Stephen in my mind and Linda calls him "Stevie" even if it embarrasses him. Okay so the reason I think/write that Linda is fond of Stan in my stolkien fic is that she sees young Stephen in him - a little geeky, moody kid. They're childhood sweethearts like Wendy and Stan, Stephen straight up just used to throw up like Stan around her from all nerves, the parellels are impossible to miss. Except of course unlike stan and wendy, Linda and Stephen are perfect end game. Stephen is the one from the rich family who had a vacation home out in Aspen where he'd run into Linda as kids and they'd later on reconnect and formally date in college. He thinks he has to really flash his fortune to keep her interested, but she has to assure him that she loves him for him which has him very gooey and pukey inside. Stephen could afford to flip flop between careers but Linda had always set her heart in medicine. They were responsible people who only decided to have a kid when they were 30, married and well off, of course. (They are hence the oldest of the parents and are thus more levelheaded, which is funny in my head to imagine old Stephen getting picked on by his junior Randy). I imagine Stephen wanted to name Tolkien way dorkier names, straight up like Gandalf or Bilbo, and Linda had to wind him down until she eventually grew fond of "Tolkien". Linda had made sure Stephen took Tolkien with him to work as often as she had, not wanting to give up her career to become a full time mom like all her friends, and Stephen just became a stay at home dad at some point, hence switching from lawyer to financial consultant. (Very involved parents that didn't want nannies like Stephen had growing up). I imagine that Tolkien was actually picked on and bullied in his fancy school when he was itty bitty and so Linda and Stephen decided to move and start over in South Park, Linda's hometown, and thats why Tolkien freaked out when he thought the other boys didn't like him and tried to fit in best he could. I imagine he has a lot of cousins on his dads side, Stephen being the youngest of his brothers, and so Tolkien is also the youngest and gets negged on a lot even if it comes out of a place of love. They call him twinkle toes or fairy dust cuz of his namesake and its partially why he hates it. Overall the Black family is actually the american pop culture dream come true, which is bizarre in south park.
As for the other families i dunno 🤷‍♀️ not that different from the general fanon consensus i guess? These are just the ones ive been thinking about a lot.
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ragingstillness · 5 months
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Ok so I just finished the episodes and by a cruel twist of fate I once again have to work in the morning so here’s my quick thoughts:
Calypso’s bday was clearly a pride celebration and I love that for them
I actually picked up on it surprisingly fast, like literally when Frenchie left the galley to go prepare for the party
Izzy’s voice is of course always tops, we knew Con could sing but man he really belted it this episode
Ned Low is a dick and deserved what he got
I now stan Hellcat Maggie
Not surprised murder turns Stede on, frankly it was smtg I was always expecting
While their previous two kisses have been sweet and romantic I was happy to see one with some passion
Izzy, Jim, and Wee John in drag mean everything to me
Poor Roach, he seemed to be enjoying his torture
Wish we’d seen whatever torture there was that “turned Izzy on” lol
Can confirm, people who play violin are assholes (source: I am a violinist) /jk
Ngl the episode felt a tiny bit rushed idk if that was just me
Ricky’s a dick and his speech immediately made me think of a gay priest who is denying himself and condemning homosexuality (for which specific priest, just take your pick there are a lot of them)
As much as I like Ed trying to encourage Stede not to “kill in cold blood” I think that ship has totally sailed on both their parts. Even if you don’t claim Stede’s killing of the Badmintons as “cold blood” he did totally set that ship of French aristocrats on fire
I like that the show’s acknowledging that jumping right into sex especially after trauma is not necessarily a good idea no matter how much some part of my shipper heart is like ugh why are they fighting again let them be happy
The second episode in particular Stede spends kind of acting like a dick and knowing Djenks and his team this is on purpose but it’s still unpleasant to watch
I feel like Stede’s fallen into the trap of now that he’s back with Ed he thinks everything is going to be fine and he’s turned Ed into this idealized figure again and is ignoring the actual things that Ed says
That being said, I do agree with him that Ed is being a coward by running off to become a fisherman as if he wasn’t a bloodthirsty pirate who still hasn’t made up for his actions to the crew.
Ed becoming a fisherman is clearly a “I was happy fishing for the first time in a long time I want to hold onto that feeling” decision
Essentially both Ed and Stede are running from their faults and pasts and I think they need to talk it out
Ed seems to be trying to say to Stede that he wants to have time to love himself before falling headlong into a relationship but he missed the mark a bit
Izzy briefly plays Lucius’ role in congratulating them on sleeping together and giving Stede advise
It fits him like an over large suit but I understand they needed a character to fill that role and Lucius has his own plotline now
I do think Izzy is being remarkably calm and that might not last, he’s probably bottling it up
Has the Jim/Olu/Archie polycule expanded to include Zheng? I’m so confused by it all. I don’t disapprove in any way I just feel like some of the relationships in that square are qpps and some are romantic and I can’t really nail down which is which
Fang and Roach bonding I kind of ship them a little
The Paper-azzi hysterical
Jackie’s new outfit: yes queen
The Swede’s new look: bitchin’
I feel like most of the cast have gotten hotter over the season. Shows what a few modifications in costuming can do (note, I said in costuming not in body or face or anything I’m not shaming anyone)
At one point I straight up thought Izzy was a ghost the way he kept popping up near Stede and Ed and giving commentary, idk if that was intentional
Izzy is still dealing with his alcoholism and I’m glad they didn’t pretend that’d be solved in a few days
RIP Ed’s leathers, you were hot
I knew there was smtg up with those clocks but I thought there was some sort of secret message in them not that they’d explode. That might be just because I considered it an anachronism. The earliest I can find evidence of a time bomb with a little googling is 1776 but that may be wrong
Who was firing on the republic? Was it Ricky or did the bombs somehow set off the canons on Zheng’s ships?
Stede deserved the beat down he got he was being a misogynistic dick
Also, it’s about time Stede detached from Ed long enough to realize that he hasn’t spent enough quality time with his crew to get them to stay with him when there are other options
Not surprised Ed didn’t kill Ned Low but a little surprised Izzy didn’t, as Izzy’s canonically killed everyone Ed couldn’t
Izzy mentioning how Ed shot him when he told him he loved him and Stede responding as if he’d heard that before I would have loved to see that scene
In general these two episodes felt a little rushed but idk if I’m perceiving that correctly I’m too tired
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shining-m00nlight · 2 months
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Broken Face and Broken Soul
Ned/Cat week 2024 Day 2: Hide the Body
Ned gets a call. He ends up at his brother’s girlfriend’s apartment late at night wishing to be anywhere but there. How did he get pulled into his brother’s mess again?
Please read ALL the tags for warnings!
It was 10pm at night when Ned Stark's phone rang. He looked at his screen and groaned. It was his brother. Ned really didn't want to pick up his phone. I would probably end in him driving across town to get his drunk brother of some dirty bar floor. The thought of staying in bed was much nicer. But after he let the phone ring two more times, Ned picked up anyway.
“What do you want, Brandon?” he asked, annoyed.
“Ned?”  
Ned sat up straight in his bed immediately. It was not his brother's voice coming through the phone but that of his girlfriend’s, Catelyn Tully. Catelyn had been his brother's girlfriend for three years now but Ned had only met her 6 months ago because he had been away at the Vale, so their paths never crossed before.
"Catelyn? Is everything ok? Is somebody hurt? Is it Brandon? Is that why you have his phone?” For a while there was only silence on the other side of the phone.
"Catelyn!?" 
“I … I don't. Brandon is … fine? Can you just come please? We … he needs you! Please?"
Ned got up, grabbing his clothes. 
“I'm on my way! Where are you?”
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Ned stood in front of Catelyn's apartment half an hour later. He had never been here before. The apartment buildings around him had appeared to be a mace of never ending houses that looked like they might come down on him any second. 
Luckily Catelyn had given him an accurate description on how to find her place. The main entrance had been open when he arrived due to a faulty lock. Before he could lift his hand to knock on her door the door opened just enough that half a head with a mess of red curls and one tear filled red eye could appear in the gap.
“Oh good you made it! Did you bring your phone?” she asked. Her voice sounded raw as if she was suffering from a bad cough.
“No, you told me not to,” Ned answered.
She smiled sadly: “Good, thank you for coming. And I am so sorry for this.”
“What are you sorry for? Are you ok? What is happening?” Ned was feeling more confused by the second.
Catelyn bid her lip. “I will show you but you have to know if I show you, there is no going back.”
Ned made his decision in that second:
 “Show me”
Catelyn stepped out of the way to let the door swing open so Ned was able to enter the flat. He quickly scanned the state of the room. It was clear that the door led directly into the living room of the little flat, a living room that was a total wreck. 
A lot of the stuff was laying around in the middle of the room as if they had been thrown through the room. Broken pieces of what Ned thought might have been a vase mixed with water on the floor. But the worst thing was the living room table. Or what was left of it. It had been made out of glass but the only thing that made the shattered glass identifiable as a table was the placement in the room in front of the couch. 
What was left of the table was covered in a red liquid that made Ned's stomach turn. He hoped that it was not blood but judging by Catelyn's panic and the trail the liquid that led through the room to another door, it appeared that hope was probably for naught. 
For a second Ned thought about his brother and how he hadn’t heard a word of him yet, but just in that moment Brandon came out of the door the blood led. His hands were blood red and the skin was broken, all of his clothes seem to be covered in blood as well but he was way too steady on his feet for the blood on the floor belonging to him. 
“You called my brother?”  Brandons eyes went from Ned to Cat.
“We needed help! You were the one insisting on not calling the police!” Catelyn whisper yelled back at his brother. 
For the first time since entering the flat Ned turned around to the woman who had called him here in the first place and for the first time he was able to see her whole. And what he saw made him furious. The reason Catelyn had only shown half her face when opening the door earlier was now shining on her face as clear as day. Half her face was bruised and her lip was split open which made her overall stressed appearance even worse.
“What happened to her face?” 
He turned back to his brother. He wanted to ask her but he knew that he was not able to contain his anger and yelling at her right now would have been the wrong choice. 
“Nothing, it was just a bit of a misunderstanding.” Brandon answered but avoided his brother's eyes. 
“A misunderstanding, that leaves half her face black and blue? What did you do Brandon?” 
“Why do you think I did something? Maybe~~”
“If it wasn’t something you did, you would have given me an actual answer and not this bullshit about misunderstandings!”
“Well if you're so sure. Why don’t you ask her? And also ask her what she did!”
“Brandon, I already told you. I didn’t do anything and you are an asshole to accuse me like that!”
“Oh I’m an asshole? How would you have felt coming into my flat and finding me with another girl?”
“Well for once I wouldn’t have flung you across the room into a wall!”
“You did what?!” Ned was jumping in again. 
“How could you do something like that Brandon! Have you lost your whole goddamn mind?!”
“Did you listen to what I said?! She was making out with the little perv of a foster brother!” Brandon yelled back at Ned pointing accusingly towards Catelyn, who finished despite the fact that Brandon stood multiple feet away from her. 
For a moment Ned was thrown for a loop so much that he almost missed Catelyn whispered: “That’s not true” from behind him.
He didn’t know Catelyn that well and he had only heard of her former foster brother but he really couldn’t imagine Catelyn cheating on Brandon and even less Catelyn cheating on Brandon with Petyr Baelish. Ned caught himself pretty quickly though.
“Even if she did it. How dare you put your hands on a woman in violence!”
“I didn’t put my hands on her in violence. It was just a bit of an accident”
Ned chose his next words very carefully, looked Brandon in the eye and in a low tone said:
“Mother wouldn’t be able to look at you.”   
Those words seem to go through Brandon's body like a shockwave and with a few quick steps he was right in front of Ned's face. Ned braced himself for a punch. When Catelyn lifted up her voice again, this time much stronger than the last. 
“Stop it Brandon! Stop it, both of you! This is not helping anyone! We need to concentrate on the problem that is right in front of us!”
For what felt like the hundredth time this evening Ned was confused. How was Catelyns face looking like she stumbled into an MMA fight, not the problem right in front of them. 
Ned looked around the room again, processing what he was seeing and what he heard tonight until he finally realized that he still didn’t know who the blood belonged to and that the third party involved in this mess that his brother mentioned, Petyr Bealish, didn’t seem to be around.
“Where is Petyr Bealish?” Ned asked slowly into a now completely quiet room.
Neither Brandon nor Catelyn said a word, but Catelyn lifted up her arm and pointed towards the door his brother had appeared from earlier. Ned walked through the door into the room behind it, he immediately wanted to turn around again. 
The room he was in was the bathroom and in the bathtub was the pale lifeless body of Petyr Bealish. Blood was still gathering under the body collecting in the bathtub which appeared to be plugged to not let the liquid go down the drain. By now, Ned guessed that his face probably didn’t have much more color than Bealishes but he took a few deep breaths and walked the last steps towards the man in the tub. 
Ned bent down and put his fingers on the throat to feel for a pulse or any other sígn of life. But there was nothing. This was a dead person. His brother had just left a room containing a dead person and apparently no proper authorities had been involved. 
When Ned left the bathroom again Catelyn was sitting on the floor still close to the door and Brandon had placed himself on the couch staring at the mess before his feet. Ned himself didn’t feel like standing either and he let himself sink down onto the floor. 
“How did all of this happen?” he asked and hoped that he might finally receive the full story. 
And he did. Told by Catelyn her eyes fixed on the bathroom door.
Apparently Petyr had asked Catelyn if he could stay with her for the night. He had told her he had to come to town spontaneously and hadn’t had time to find a hotel to stay in. Catelyn, the kind person she was, had seen no problem with letting him crash on her couch. But she also had plans with Brandon that day she didn’t want to cancel. 
When Catelyn got to the next part she became really quiet as if she was ashamed of her words. Ned's blood boiled at the realization that this shame was most likely Brandons fault for the way he reacted. 
Catelyn wanted to leave her flat because Brandon was scheduled to appear any minute but when she tried to leave Petyr had stopped her, talked about how much he loved her and then forced himself on her. 
It had been a blessing and a curse for Catelyns when Brandon came into the flat, not wanting to wait outside for too long. He was able to get Petyr away from her, who by then had tried to get his hand under Catelyn's shirt, by pulling him away. 
But then he had turned to Catelyn and accused her of cheating on him. She had turned away from him, hurt that he put the blame of the situation on her. This action had apparently enraged his brother so much that he pulled on her arm to turn her towards him. 
To Catelyn’s shock Brandon had used so much force that pulling on her arm had caused her to stumble right into the corner of the wall, causing the bruises on her face. 
While Catelyn was clearly mad at Brandon, she still labeled it an accident. Ned had another name for it but he didn’t want to interrupt Catelyn or tell her how to feel.
When Petyr had seen Brandons action he jumped in, ironically trying to protect Catelyn from Brandon's violence. It had turned into an all out fight between the two. Brandon being the taller, older and stronger of the two had an easy time defeating the other man. 
The fight had ended when Bradnon had pushed Bealish into Catelyn's glass table head first. One of the legs of the table had apparently pierced Bealishes skull making him bleed quickly and a lot. By the time Brandon and Catelyn had realized what had happened the life had completely left Bealish and with half his brain on the floor it had been clear that there was no coming back. 
Catelyn had wanted to call an ambulance anyway but Brandon stopped her and took her phone away. He had been sure that no one would believe that it had been an accident so he did not want any authorities near this mess. 
Ned silently agreed. If he arrived at a scene with a battered woman and a dead man present and the third party in the room was clearly responsible for both, he wouldn’t believe in an accident either. 
Brandon had decided to put the body in the bathtub where the blood would be easier to clean, as if there weren't already a few liters of it in the carpet. While Brandon had been busy moving the body, Cat had grabbed his phone. She hadn’t been able to unlock it to call her Uncle like she had planned but she had been able to access Brandons emergency contacts and found his name in them. 
Ned wondered why she hadn’t called the police or an ambulance with Brandon's phone but she probably also worried about his brother going to prison. That is how they ended up here. 
When Catelyn had finished her retelling of the last few hours Brandon seemed to wake up out of his trance and asked: “So brother, as Cat seems to think you are the hero we need in this situation. What do we do now?” 
Ned could only look at his brother in righteous indignation, how dare his brother both mock and demand a solution for him after assaulting his girlfriend and killing a man. 
“I have no idea, Brandon. But since you thought calling an ambulance was unnecessary, shouldn't you have an idea!”
“Well believe it or not I am not in the business of getting rid of bodies, brother dearest”
“Don’t you dare act like this now! Not after the things you did tonight!”
"The things I did? I defended my girlfriend against a little perv!”
“After you assaulted her!” Ned yelled louder than he had the whole day. 
Suddenly Catelyn jumped up from her spot by the door. 
“Shh, both of you. Are you crazy yelling at each other in the middle of the night in a house full of people. Discussing who did what will not help us right now. Ned? I am so sorry that I pulled you into this. I shouldn't even have called. I was just panicking and I didn’t know what to do. But you can still leave. No one knows you were ever here.”
Ned looked at her and a wave of protectiveness came over him.
“I am not letting you here alone with two men who assaulted you tonight, Catelyn. I’m in this now and we will find a solution.”
Brandon made a sound that clearly showed his disagreement with Ned's words but he probably realized that it was better for him if he didn’t voice it.
“I might know something. I still think that we should call my Uncle. I know he has some contacts to people one might call sketchy but I would trust no one more than him to help with this.” Catelyn told Ned. 
“Great! Let’s call the old guy then. Why haven't you done this before?” Brandon voiced his agreement from the couch.
“Because you have my phone” Catelyn hissed at her boyfriend.
Brandon had at least enough decency to look embarrassed, under his breath he mumbled, oh right, and handed the phone to Catelyn. 
Catelyn grabbed her phone quickly and while turning around she had already started to dial the numbers. She walked towards the last door that was unknown to Ned, he guessed it must be her bedroom, and entered it. In the second before the door closed Ned could hear her saying her Uncle's name with such a relief in her voice he had never heard before.
While Catelyn had talked to her Uncle, his brother had tried to start a conversation with Ned, trying to justify what he did to his girlfriend again, but Ned hadn’t been interested in listening. He couldn’t even truly look at his brother. He might have believed that his brother was sorry for what he did to Catelyn if he hadn’t tried to minimize it over and over again. 
No his brother didn’t think of Catelyn or Petyr and what he had done to them, not that Ned felt much sympathy for the dead man either, but his brother was just concerned with making himself look better. He did not sound like a person that regretted having actively hurt his girlfriend and having killed a man. No, Ned didn’t believe his brother was truly sorry. 
After Ned repeatedly stopped his brother's attempts at talking, Catelyn stepped out of her room again.
“Uncle Brynden said he and some people are on their way here. He said he will take care of everything under some conditions. One, Brandon you will leave right now, you will leave all of the clothes you're wearing right now, I have some spare ones for you. Two, you will never contact me or any of my family members again. And third..”
“What!” Brandon interrupted her: 
“Did you agree with your Uncle's demands? What about us? Cat, you know I love you!”
She looked at him colder than Ned had ever seen her face.
“Us? What about us? Us was over the moment my face hit the wall while you accused me of cheating on you with my foster brother. And you don’t love me Brandon cause you don’t hurt the people you love”
Brandon started to say something again but Ned stopped him and encouraged Catelyn to finish what she was saying before. Catelyn took a deep breath.
“Third, you will spend the next two years aboard. You will have two weeks to find a way and a reason for it or my Uncle will find one for you. If you can find one yourself it does not matter what reason you find, from traveling or a college education, my Uncle doesn’t care. But you should know that the one my Uncle will find if forced to will probably be less pleasant. My Uncle said this is a take it or leave it deal. If you are gone by the time he comes he will see it as you accepting. If you are still here when he comes or go against his conditions afterwards he will make sure that you will be put in front of the appropriate authorities.” 
Catelyn had delivered the speech with no emotion in her voice like she was delivering the safety instruction in an airplane. For the first time this evening Brandon looked truly devastated. 
“Is this what you truly want, Cat?” he asked her.
“This is the choice you get Brandon. I’m sorry but we all have to live with the consequences of tonight and you still have the chance to choose which ones you want. But you have to choose now.” she said and at the same time lifted up a pack of clothes towards Brandon, that Ned only noticed now. 
She knew, he realized. She knew just as he did that Brandon would choose to leave. She knew that Brandon would rather leave than face the court system, rather leave than deal with the true consequences of having killed someone and having assaulted his girlfriend. 
As expected Brandon grabbed the clothes his now ex-girlfriend had offered him and walked into Catelyn's bedroom, apparently not wanting to change next to the men he killed.
Catelyn stood completely still not moving an inch as they waited for Brandon to return. Ned didn’t dare to speak. 
When Brandon came back and said his goodbyes, he leaned forward to give Catelyn what appeared to be a kiss on the cheek but she flinched away when he came near her. 
Brandon mumbled a quick apology and left. Making Ned wonder if he apologized for the kiss or everything before and if his brother had ever offered her a sincere apology for hurting her. 
Ned looked at Catelyn for a long time then: 
“Do you want me to leave as well?” 
He had thought about leaving but he didn’t want her to be alone until her Uncle arrived.
“If you want to leave, you can.” Her voice slowly lost her steadiness as she talked.
“I will be fi~~” she wasn’t able to finish her sentence before she broke down in tears. 
Violent sobs shook her whole body and she would have collapsed on the floor if Ned hadn’t caught her. She cried and cried. Her tears would stop. Ned awkwardly tried to sooth her by giving her encouraging words. As that didn’t seem to walk he carefully tried to to put his arms around her in a more comforting way than the way they had been when he caught her. 
He hoped he wasn’t doing the wrong thing. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable by another man touching her after what happened today. But when he carefully started to stroke her back to hopefully calm her down she practically threw her arms around him and sunk deeper into his embrace. After a while of standing there Ned arms became quite heavy from having to hold her on her feet.
“Catelyn, maybe you wanna sit down for a bit?”
“Yes, that might be a good idea, But I can’t sit on that couch, I just can’t. Please!” Catelyn's voice became panicked.
“Ok, ok. Don’t worry. How about I’ll sit you down on your bed. Is it ok if I take you there?” Ned asked while continuously trying to sound soothingly.
Catelyn nodded but didn’t move an inch. Ned noticed that she probably wasn’t able to move. He asked her for permission to lift her up and she again just nodded. Slowly to not startle her he grabbed her under her arms and legs and lifted her up in his arms to bring her to her bed. He tried to put her down carefully but she clung to him with a strength he hadn’t expected, so when he tried to stand up straight again he got pulled down by her, falling onto her bed right next to her. 
Both of them stammered out apologies after apologies while their limbs got awkwardly entangled with each other. After some rearging they ended up laying next to each other on the bed and Cat let out the smallest giggle.
“I’m sorry.” she told him again. 
“I really didn’t want to pull you into this and now I’m even making you babysit me because I am a wreck”
“Everything is fine. This was not your doing. It was my brother's fault. And I am truly sorry for what happened to you tonight. Neither of them had the right to hurt you. I hope you know that.”
“I do. At least I think I do. But why would they do this? Why?”
“I don’t know. I can’t explain it. I’m sorry Catelyn.”
Catelyn turned her head towards him.
“You know, after tonight I think you should really call me Cat. All my friends do.”
“Are we friends?” Ned asked.
“Yes, I don’t just let anyone into my bed” Catlyn tried to make a joke.
Ned tried to smile for her sake but couldn't quite manage it. So instead he asked her, when she thought her Uncle would arrive.
“He should be here in about half an hour. And I should actually start packing up some things, I obviously can’t stay here but I don’t know if I can get up again already.” she signed.
“Don’t worry about that. I will help you if you would allow. How about you stay here on the bed and relax and tell me what I should pack for you and where to find it.” Ned suggested.
Catleyn agreed to the suggestion and soon after Ned was walking around the flat trying to find her things in the places she had instructed him to look for them. When he was finished he carefully placed the bag he packed next to her on the bed.
“Here you go my Lady, your bag is ready to be transported.” he told her, now it was his turn trying to get the heaviness out of the room. 
He thought it worked, at least a bit since she gave him a small but true smile. But with a look at the time she had realized that her Uncle would be arriving any minute. She told him that he should better leave now. She wasn’t sure how her Uncle would react to Ned still being around after what his brother did.
She brought him to the door of her flat to give him her goodbye.
“Again, thank you so much for coming, Ned. And thank you so much for staying and comforting me. It really wasn’t your responsibility but you are a good man Ned. I hope you know that. Maybe we will see each other again some time. But for now goodbye, Ned.” she said. Carefully placing a kiss on his cheek and slowly closing the door.
Ned, completely stunned, touched the cheek she had just kissed and whispered towards the closed door: 
“Goodbye Cat.” 
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This was an anonymous request that I lost the original ask for, but to whoever sent that: I hope this is to your standards. I was so so happy to see it when I got it: ler!An and lee!Akito have my whole heart, especially together. Sorry about the delay getting this out. Enjoy!
Failed Tests and Ler-ned Lessons
Fandom: Project Sekai
Lee: Akito Shinonome
Ler: An Shiraishi
Ambiguous AkiAn
Warnings: Tickles, being "trapped" (he could easily get out of it if he wanted), tickles under a shirt
Summary: While Akito is moping, An makes a certain discovery and proceeds to take full advantage of it.
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Akito shoved open the door to the Weekend Garage and made an immediate beeline to his usual spot at a table in the corner, away from most of the other patrons. He threw himself into the booth, set his backpack onto the floor, moved close to the wall, and put his head in his arms on the table with a loud huff. Unusually unaccompanied by Toya, who had volunteered to stay after school for library duty, insisting Akito go ahead without him, he was alone at the table to wallow in his own personal pool of irritation. And with both Toya and Kohane at school activities, and An at work (if you could call bouncing around the cafe making idle chatter with customers “work”), the executive decision had been made to push Vivid Bad Squad’s practice back an hour that day, meaning Akito was well and truly undistracted from the situation he had put himself in. 
That was until a certain ombre haired waitress, likely with little intention to actually serve him, approached the table.
“Hey Akito! What’s going on? You seem upset about something,” An asked, cheerful as ever, but not without an air of genuine concern. 
Without even looking up, Akito wordlessly reached into his bag, yanked out a piece of paper as if it had personally shoved him to the ground and spat on him, and put it face up where the number circled in bright red pen was clearly visible to her.
Upon seeing the torn and crumpled test flipped onto the table, An, ever sympathetic and merciful in all things Akito, laughed right into his face, her previous concern melting away in an instant. 
“Ohoh my god Akito, not even I did that bad. Seriously. What even happened?” She slid herself into the booth next to him, making it clear she had no plans of leaving anytime soon. 
His face went slightly red in embarrassed frustration. “I don't know! Stop laughing at me, you jerk. I don’t even know why you care so much about how I did on some damn test.” Akito lifted his head only to cross his arms and slump his shoulders, sparing a sharp glare for the girl at his side. 
"I'm just saying you get the grade you study for," An smiled teasingly. “Assuming you did any studying.”
Akito only sighed. Why in the world did he decide to talk to her of all people? She was just as bad as he was about grades, he just happened to get unlucky this time. "Yeah, and you're one to talk. How about you pick up a book yourself, you hypocrite." He mumbled bitterly. 
An gasped, still not letting up on the mocking. "That's a big word, Akito! I'm surprised you know what it means. Toya teach it to you?" That infuriating grin was still spread wide across her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 
“If you’re here just to be an ass, leave me alone,” Akito snapped. He put his head back down with an audible thump. 
Her face softened slightly, sensing she was putting salt into something of an open wound. “Alright, alright. I’ll give it a rest for now. But only because someone,” She gave a firm poke to his side to accentuate her words. “Can’t take a little teasing.” 
Suddenly, he jolted up straight and made a strangled sort of squeak at the action, a reaction unexpected from both of them. Akito’s eyes widened as he realized what had just happened. The electric shock sent though his body made it hard not to let the sides of his lips quirk into a small smile. It was truly a wonder he could still maintain his annoyed scowl.
She looked confused, as if Akito had presented her with one of the problems on the pitiful test still sitting in front of them. “Wait. What in the world was that?” She asked, before poking the spot again.
This time, the smile was not so easily kept at bay. Additionally, to the horror and mortification of the boy in question, a small, breathy giggle came with it. He was frozen in an odd combination of nervousness and chagrin. 
In contrast, An looked like a little kid on Christmas morning at the new discovery. “Akito~?”
“Shut the hell up right now.”
“Are you ticklish?” Her grin split her face. They both knew the question was pointless: An already knew the answer.
“I said shut up!” He flushed and noticed immediately that he had no viable escape. He was trapped in the booth with his attacker blocking the only possible exit. Moving closer to the wall would only leave him less room, moving towards An was an obvious no, and there was no way he’d fit if he tried to duck under the low table. 
Shit. There was no way out of this, especially given An’s expression of pure glee and determination. 
“Ohh, but I think you’re gonna shut up first.” She smirked and used both hands to continue to poke, now with intention, right into his side. 
“Pft-! Ha! An-!” With every poke, Akito breathed out a noise halfway between a squawk and a snort. He couldn’t help but make an attempt to escape the touch and wiggled backwards until he felt his back press against the cool wall. 
An followed him effortlessly, poking and prodding at his side and cooing at the odd sounds he was making. “Is someone a little too ticklish? Hm? Can someone not sit still and take his tickles?” 
“Na, not -shihit!- not fuhuhcking ticklish!” He clearly was trying to sound threatening and aggressive, but wholeheartedly failed as giggles overtook his words and shook his shoulders.
“I don’t know. You seem pretty ticklish to me. Maybe it’s just your sides that ‘aren’t ticklish’?” An drew out her words with a high pitched lilt that drove Akito all the way up the wall and back. She knew full well what she was doing to him. His rosy cheeks and ears, though turned away from her, were still visible enough to provide a plethora of evidence of just how bad this got to him. Her poking traveled up to his ribs, carefully placed between the bones. 
Squeaks and soft squeals joined the assorted symphony that was Akito’s poorly stifled laughter. He didn’t even bother talking again, for if he did, he knew any hopes of getting a grip on himself would be fleeting faster than they already were. God, was she seriously trying to kill him? Every touch pushed him further past the point of return and closer to giddy helplessness. At this rate, he didn’t know if the embarrassment or the effort of holding back would kill him first. 
The pokes were maddening, even through the protective layers of his shirt and jacket. It was impossible to tell where he’d next feel the intense sensation. Sometimes An would even poke and let it linger a little longer with a slight wiggle of the offending digit, just to see Akito’s shocked expression. 
“Yep!” An said with a particularly severe wiggle. “Definitely ticklish! Why’d you never say anything? I don’t know why you’d feel the need to hide something so adorable, Akito-!” Her words seemed sweet and complementary on the surface, but he could see right through her ruse to the agonizingly patronizing intention behind it. 
“Dahamnihit! EE! Yohou’re so fuhucking embarrassing!” He squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to ignore the teasing and keep up his tough persona, no matter how shattered it already was. His body, however, had different plans as it betrayed him with every jerk, sound, and smile he made at the gentle touch.
An giggled at the outburst, further erupting Akito’s face into flames. “Well maybe you’re too easily embarrassed. It's just a little tickling. This is just exposure therapy.” 
“Wahait! NahAHA!” His volume suddenly spiked in response to another one of An’s wiggles to his ribs.
She stopped for only a moment to figure out what she had done, eerily similar to the way Akito’s torment had gotten started in the first place. She moved her finger experimentally around in an attempt to recreate the reaction. She went back and forth across the area that had triggered it, following the natural curve of the ribcage. 
To Akito, this was somehow worse than the actual tickling. Knowing she was wandering around as he was helpless to stop her. Stubborn as An could be, she wouldn’t stop until she had her answer. She was just being so… delicate right now. Why couldn’t she get back to tickling him already? Wait. No. No. No. He was not going to start thinking thoughts like that. 
She mumbled mostly to herself (and if it made Akito just a bit more flustered, that was for him and him only to know), “What was it? Wait. Maybe.” Her wiggling changed again, now going up and down his ribs and falling gently into the small divots between them like a cloth to a washboard. 
“EHEHA! AHAN!” Akito shook his head back and forth, barely putting a dent into the wave of ticklishness he was feeling. 
Bingo.
Abandoning the poking, An opted to lightly scratch up and down Akito’s ribs, delighting in the giggles and deep laughter that it caused. He was clearly now unable to even attempt to hold back his smile as his laughter came more freely. Realistically, it was because of exhaustion wearing down at his defenses, but An, optimistic to a fault, hoped it was because he was becoming more comfortable. “You know, I think you might be the most ticklish person I've ever met. You're really losing it, huh?” 
“Nahahah! Nahat trhuhue!” Were he thinking more clearly, even Akito would have realized just how stupid that phrase was for someone in his position. 
An gasped in mock offense as a devious smile came forward. “I think it is true though,” She made quick work of using her hand to weave and worm a passage under the bottom of Akito’s numerous layers of jacket and sweatshirt, completely obliterating any sense of defense he had. “If you’re that ticklish over all this fabric, imagine how bad it’ll be when I get your bare skin~” 
“Plehease!” Akito’s eyes widened in giddy panic and his mouth spilled nervous giggles. 
He felt the careful sensation of An’s hand brushing past on its way up to his ribs, but stopped in its tracks the moment it grazed his tummy, making Akito jerk forwards, then back again. The soft hand then, straying from what was clearly the original plan, gave an experimental flutter along the toned belly it had just discovered. 
The result was instantaneous. He cackled and doubled over, attempting to dislodge the hand or at least, for the love of God, make it firmer. The tiny tickles sent goosebumps through his whole body, and as much as he hated it, seemed to make him grow in sensitivity, which was the absolute last thing he needed right now. “FuhuCK YouhoHOU!”
Ignoring the insult, and clearly pleased with the result, An kept up a steady flutter of her fingertips all over his abdomen. It was a horribly conflicting feeling for her victim. He wanted to squirm and fight it, he wanted to sit still and enjoy it. He wanted her to be rougher, he wanted her to be more gentle, still. He wanted to yell and swear and scream, he wanted to beg her for more. He wanted her back at his ribs, he wanted her to stay where she was forever. He wanted to never talk about this again, he wanted this every day. He just wanted more, more, more in the most difficult way possible.
“Did I find someone’s little tickle spot? I think I diiid~” The fluttering gradually switched to five fingers grabbing and squeezing the spot with vigor, resulting in a major spike in the pitch of laughter. The other hand formed a similar claw shape and joined its counterpart under Akito’s hoodie, but instead of assisting with the attack on the tummy, went up to claw up and down at his ribs. 
It was safe to say that what little of his mind he had left, was yanked away by the sudden onslaught. He doubled over and nothing but the occasional insult or swear was comprehensible through his peals of laughter. He was shaking and red faced like he had never been in his life, pushing weakly at An’s hands, and now completely sapped of energy to do anything else but laugh. 
At long last, An had decided he had had enough, retracted her hands, and moved away from him slightly to let him gasp for air. He sat an embarrassingly long time, doing nothing but giggling and panting. “Ahhah- Ahn you asshole. Whaht’s wrong with yohouh?” 
“Don’t give me that when you know full well you loved it.” She poked his nose. “As many words and complaints you had, you never told me to stop even once.” 
Akito groaned and placed his head back on the table, where it had laid before his teammate decided today was the day he died. 
The welcome bell over the door rang and two familiar figures entered, both with a school bag slung over their shoulders. 
“What happened here?” Toya asked, walking towards the table, tailed closely by Kohane. He took one look at the exhausted, flushed form on the table and felt as if he had missed something important. “Is he okay?” 
“Tell him and you’re next, Shiraishi,” Akito warned sternly, leaving no doubt as to whether he meant it. 
An could only giggle at the tired threat and ruffle the sweaty, orange lump of hair next to her. She turned to speak to Toya. “Yeah, he’s okay, don’t worry. Though he may be a little out of commission for practice today.” Ignoring the grumbled protest at her words, she slid out of the booth, letting Toya take her place next to his partner.
For now at least, Akito’s adorable sensitivity would remain a secret, even in spite of the many, many, many, more tickle attacks that were sure to come.
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When Akito is tickled, he swears like a 12 year old boy who just learned the word "fuck" and I stand by that.
Also this got about halfway through being proofread before I got impatient. Bear with me. I'll probably finish it tomorrow.
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67 Percent Sure
cw: vomit
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Mj turns around in her seat again and bites at the inside of her cheek, frowning a little. It didn’t take Betty this long to get opera glasses, so where is Peter? The curiosity that’s stirred inside her since Washington arises again.
She turns back around when she hears her name. Brad is smirking at her like he knows something she doesn’t. She’s not sure about a lot of things, but she’s definitely sure he knows severely less than she does.
“Hey Michelle, I was thinking maybe we could ditch this whole bullshit and leave once the lights go down. You with me?”
She hums. That would give her an excuse to go look for Peter, but she’s really not wanting Brad to try and tag along for that.
“Eh, actually the opera sounds pretty cool to me,” she lies. “Feel free to ditch if you want though.”
Hopefully he’ll leave. That’ll make it even easier for her to slip out unnoticed. He’s been freakishly clingy this whole trip. The relief she feels when he decides to go is so nice.
She turns to see Ned shuffling into the aisle next to Betty and gets his attention. He turns to look at her just as the lights dim.
“What’s up?”
“Have you seen Peter?”
Ned hesitates a little before he answers. “Oh, yeah, I forgot. He, uh, told me to tell you he’s going back to the hotel because he feels sick.”
“Huh. Okay.” Funny. He looked just fine a few minutes ago. Well, maybe he was a little awkward, but that’s not too out of the ordinary for him.
Still, the curiosity burns brighter than ever. She’s done with him running away and disappearing every five seconds. If she leaves now, she might finally catch him in the whole spider act.
There’s nothing stopping her. She stands and starts making her way down the aisle, slipping away easily now that Brad has taken her advice and left. Mr. Harrington doesn’t so much as lower his opera glasses.
She heads out into the crowded street outside the opera house and starts trying to spot Peter. When she has no luck, she heads back to the hotel to see if maybe he did actually stop there. It’s a long, impatient ride up the elevator, and it only increases her will to just ask him directly on the spot if she finds him.
Still, standing in front of his door is making her palms sweat. She shakes them out a little, breathing out sharply in determination. Finally, she bites the bullet and knocks on the door.
Her heart is racing when he actually opens up and his face fills with an unreadable expression. It looks like he’s about to say something, but she has to beat him to it before he tries to slither his way out of this one, too.
“I’m gonna be real honest here, Peter, and I need you to be, too. Don’t try to lie to me, because I already know. So just say you’re Spider-Man.”
Peter’s mouth opens and closes a couple times, and she sees that he’s really pale. He blinks at her with what seems to be straight-up confusion. He’s looks like he’s in his pajamas, which she wasn’t exactly expecting, but she can’t back down now.
“Mj, what are you—“
“Don’t play around with me, I’m not entirely stupid, okay? I just need to hear it from you.”
“What makes you—I don’t. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not Spider-Man,” he rushes out, but Mj doesn’t miss the way his voice goes quiet with the last part.
“Explain to me, then. Explain all the times you’ve disappeared.”
“I’m—I told Ned to tell you I don’t feel good, that’s why I left the opera.”
“I’m not just talking about tonight,” she clarifies. Peter’s throat clenches, and he looks stunned to say the least. “Peter, Washington? Homecoming? Not to mention the fact that you’ve quit nearly every club you were ever a part of.”
Peter shuts his eyes tight, leaning his weight against the doorframe. A wash of discomfort colors his face, and then he steps back a little.
“Just…come inside for a minute, okay? I need to sit down.”
She wasn’t really expecting that, either, but it’s a good sign, she supposes. Especially when she was half-convinced he would shut the door in her face. Now her heart is hammering in her chest as she follows him into the room, shutting the door behind her. It feels oddly private to be in his room even though it looks just like hers.
He sags down against the couch in the corner, and she slowly joins him there. A blanket of silence falls over them, and Mj watches as Peter lets his head fall into his hands. They stay there for a moment and then run through his hair. He breathes out shakily. She’s suddenly not ready to hear everything, but she’s too frozen to stop him when he starts to speak.
“Look…it’s hard to explain, but the thing with me and Liz was…,” he starts, voice unsteady. He wraps his arms around his stomach. “I didn’t like having to do that to her at all, but I figured out her dad is, like…really mixed up with the wrong crowd, and when he talked to me in the car it really freaked me out. I went home.”
Mj feels the disappointment sinking in her chest. What he’s saying makes sense, but she knows in her heart that there’s something else he’s not telling her. The bruises and cuts on his face the next day tell her a different story. Unless Liz’s dad beat him up. She really doesn’t want to think about that.
“And Washington, I went…”
He trails off, swallowing audibly. His eyes fall shut again, and Mj prepares for another lie. It’s really frustrating, and to be honest, it hurts. She thought she was making friends that she could trust and that trusted her for the first time, but now it feels all wrong. She was wrong.
She’s about to just tell him never mind, and that she’s heading back to the opera, but suddenly Peter is shoving himself off the couch. He stumbles past her and nearly trips over himself as he flees. Mj feels totally caught off guard as he disappears into the bathroom.
He leaves the door open, but she can hear him knock something over, and then there’s a thud. She’s up in an instant. What if she pushed him so hard he passed out?
She quickly follows him and freezes at the door. He’s knocked over all the mini soap bottles into the sink, and she finds him on his knees in front of the toilet. Not even another second goes by before he gags, and she hears vomit splash into the water.
“Shit,” she curses, moving closer so she can sit on the edge of the tub beside him. He throws up again, and it’s pretty violent. Mj is sure now that she’s never felt like more of an asshole. He coughs a few times and almost chokes on the next wave that comes up. “Oh God, are you alright?”
He shakes his head, because of course he’s not fucking okay, he’s puking his guts out. Mj feels her cheeks heat up with embarrassment. It feels awkward and intimate, but she starts rubbing his back so he hopefully doesn’t nearly choke again.
“Sorry, I know. That was a stupid question. Do you want some water?”
He shakes his head again, and she realizes his whole body is trembling a little. He probably has a fever and she was just sitting there grilling him like a criminal. She thinks hauntingly that she’ll probably never get over it.
He lets out a sick burp and heaves out the biggest stream yet. She’s starting to get seriously concerned. Maybe she should go back and get Mr. Harrington, although she doubts he’d be able to do much to help either. Peter retches out a couple small streams in a row. Maybe she should just call May.
“I’m really sorry,” Peter finally says once he has a moment to catch his breath.
“You don’t owe me an apology.” It’s the exact opposite, really.
“S’just…,” he starts, swallowing back a half-gag. He dry heaves and spits. “M’gross.”
“Doesn’t bother me. I just wasn’t expecting you to actually be sick when Ned told me…I don’t know, I just had that whole idea, and I thought I’d find you, like…yeah. I’m really sorry you’re feeling like this.”
Peter takes some toilet paper and wipes his mouth, throwing it into the toilet and closing the lid. He flushes and lays his head down on the toilet with a sigh. He hiccups quietly.
“It’s okay…I feel a lot better now. I really needed to throw up. Think I’m done.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah…do you think I could maybe have that water now?” His voice is weak, and Mj is suddenly so much more upset with herself. All Peter has ever been is sweet, and here she is acting like he owes her something.
“Of course. Um, just give me a second.”
“M’kay,” he replies, letting his eyes fall shut where he rests. “Thank you.”
She stands up and goes back into the room to find the stash of lable-less water bottles and empty coffee cups. She grabs a couple waters and heads back to the bathroom, sitting back on the tub and opening one for him.
“Here,” she says, and he opens his eyes. He thanks her again. “Don’t thank me, Peter. I’m doing the bare minimum as a friend now that I’ve grilled you about a lie in the middle of you trying not to get sick.”
Peter takes a few sips and swallows an extra time for good measure. He shakes his head slowly, and she knows he’s about to try to make her feel better. She thinks that might really just make her feel worse.
“Mj…I’m telling you this because you deserve to know, and I feel really guilty right now.” She frowns, confused, but he looks like he’s going to continue. “Mj…I am Spider-Man.”
The room goes dead silent. Mj doesn’t so much as breathe. It’s not like she could, anyway. Several seconds pass before she can even manage words.
“Are you being serious right now? Because if you’re joking this really isn’t funny,” she breathes out. He looks at her and nods slowly, smiling in a wincing sort of way. “I mean—I was only like 67 percent sure, I—“
“M’not lying. Not anymore, I promise.”
She can’t even begin to process the way she feels in that moment. Everything she’s been thinking and obsessing over for months is true. She’s not crazy, but she sure feels like it.
“Prove it,” she blurts, then wishes she could take it back. Then again, it would be nice to know for sure now that she’s probably losing her mind entirely. What if she’s just asleep at the opera house?
Peter breathes out a shallow laugh, resting his forehead on the toilet seat again. He sets the water bottle down on the floor and sighs.
“I would, but I sort of feel like human garbage right now, and I think swinging across the city would definitely make me hurl again.”
“Right, sorry, I didn’t really mean it to come out like that.”
“S’okay,” he says softly, hiccuping again. “What if I just show you the suit?”
Suddenly, Mj flashes hot. Something about seeing the suit up close makes her feel like she’s meeting a celebrity. I mean, she is, but it’s also Peter. Her Peter.
“Oh,” she says. “I don’t want to force you or anything.”
“You’re not. I’ve sort of been dying not telling you, but…I also know that the people who know are in more danger. I never wanted that for you, so I have to be completely clear that this could be a huge mistake. I really care about you.”
Her face grows hot, and words seem lost again. She nods. Here she is, finally getting the satisfaction that she’s wanted, if you can call it that. She didn’t exactly imagine finding out in a hotel bathroom after watching Peter throw up his lunch, but she figures it is what it is.
“C’mon, I’ll show you,” he says as she’s trying to collect her thoughts.
She helps him off the floor and back into the bedroom, where he slides his suitcase closer to the bed where they’re sitting. Her heart is nearly in her throat. This is all so strange.
“Ready?” he asks, voice a little raw. Mj nods slowly.
He flicks open the closures and hesitates a bit before he lifts it up, revealing the red and blue suit she watched scale the Washington monument. She freezes completely, in awe of the reality she’s now faced with. He bends over with a groan and holds it up, starting to quietly explain some of the features.

Mj’s mind is humming, and it’s like she’s hearing him from several rooms over. She just keeps blinking at the thing, flashing back to all the times she saw it on the news. All the fire and destruction. He was there, and here it is. Here he is.
She tears her eyes away from the suit after a moment or two, staring at Peter as he continues to explain things she couldn’t begin to understand. Suddenly it all makes sense, and she is so, so screwed. This boy with a heart of gold is responsible for helping and saving so many people, and she can’t take her eyes off of him for even a second. She never wants to.
Suddenly, he’s staring back, but something is wrong. He doesn’t look excited, he doesn’t look happy, he doesn’t look like he’s feeling the same thing at all.
“Mj…were you…,” he starts, gaze falling to his lap where he laid the suit. “Were you only watching me…because you thought I was Spider-Man?”
She wasn’t expecting that in the slightest. The answer is complicated, but ultimately no. At the same time, she’s already made herself look like a massive stalker. The last thing she needs is to scare him away by getting emotional all of a sudden. Especially when the love that she feels for him will be interpreted as love for Spider-Man and not Peter, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. Suddenly, the suit seems to hold no value.
“Yeah…why?” She settles on lying, hoping that she can bring the other stuff up right when the time comes. But then, heartbreakingly, he looks disappointed. She wishes there were an easier way to do this.
“Oh.”
She changes her mind, never wanting to see that kind of sadness in him ever again. Maybe she can redirect this.
“Why did you think I was?”
“No, never mind, it’s…it’s stupid,” he breathes out, suddenly looking ill all over again.
“Try me.”
Instead, Peter starts to stand up, swaying. The suit falls to the floor. Mj is up in a second, ready to keep him from hitting the ground if he passes out. He looks nearly grey.
“I don’t feel good,” he murmurs. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he throws up a gush of water between his fingers. It splatters down onto his shirt, his suitcase, and the floor.
“Oh—okay, alright,” Mj panics, looking around for something to save them from more damage. She spots a small ice bucket on the top of the dresser and rushes to get it, but from the sound of it, Peter’s just been sick again.
She moves as fast as she can and returns to him, positioning it under his mouth. His hands are covered in watery stomach acid and bile, so she holds it for him when the next wave comes up, keeping a steady hand between his shoulders. His breathing starts to pick up.
“You’re okay, Peter, I’ve got you,” she says, wishing there were some way she could just make it all stop. He doesn’t deserve this.
This round is considerably shorter, but he looks twice as spent when it seems like it’s over. His eyes are brimming with tears, and her heart feels like it’s dropped clean through the floor.
“Feel like you’re done?” she asks, rubbing once over his back. She doesn’t care that it might embarrass her later to be so attentive, but Peter is clearly really sick, and her insecurities can’t get in the way of making sure he’s taken care of.
He nods slowly, swallowing with effort. She lowers the bucket. He stands there sort of in shock and looking half-conscious, so Mj takes it upon herself to guide him to the bathroom.
While he washes his hands and rinses out his mouth, she dumps contents of the bucket into the toilet and flushes. When that’s done, she finds him braced against the sink with his eyes closed.
“I’m gonna grab you a fresh shirt, okay? You wanna hop in the shower?”
He shakes his head, and she can hardly blame him. It looks like it’s killing him just to stay upright.
“Okay, come here.”
He follows her into the bedroom and she pulls out the first t-shirt she sees in his suitcase. She turns away while he gets changed, but her face burns crimson all the same. He softly lets her know she can turn back around now.
She finds him eyeing the splattered carpet with what she can only describe as sorrow and disappointment. She can’t have that.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s totally fine,” she insists. He doesn’t look convinced in the slightest, so she moves toward him regardless of whether she’s going to regret this or not.
She wraps her arms around him, and he wilts, slowly bringing his arms up around her back. It’s the first time they’ve hugged like this, serious and gentle. Mj hopes it makes up for at least some of her stupidity tonight.
“It was an accident, Peter. I know you feel really shitty, but things are gonna get better, okay? I can take care of that, you don’t have to worry.”
Finally, she pulls back to get a better look at him. He’s worse off than she’s ever seen—even the times when he came to school probably freshly thrown around in the street.
“Why are you being so sweet to me?” he asks suddenly, voice paper thin.
“Because you deserve it. And I really do care about you,” she says. This is her chance to try and clarify this whole mess. “I mean it, with or without Spider-Man. You’re closer to me than anyone has ever been.”
Peter’s face all but crumbles, and that’s not what she intended at all. She doesn’t know what to do. The apology is on her lips when Peter cuts her off.
“Mj, I…I had this whole plan with the Eiffel Tower and…now that I’ll probably be too sick to go, I think I should just do it now.”
She’s listening so carefully that she’s not sure time is passing for them anymore. Nothing exists outside this room as Peter walks past her to the desk in the corner, opening the drawer and pulling out a small bag. She recognizes it from a couple days ago and gets unexpectedly nervous.
He sits on the foot of the bed and quietly urges her to come over. He looks really sick. She almost feels like she should go get the bucket from the bathroom, but suddenly whatever this is seems more important, and she finds herself crossing the room to join him.
He reaches in and fishes something out, which she quickly realizes is a chain. He pulls at it, and hanging at the center is what looks like a couple of dark glass petals.
“Oh no, no, shit,” Peter curses suddenly, sighing and sounding like he actually might cry now. “It’s broken.”
Suddenly Mj can tell what it used to be, and something so big swells inside of her that she’s on fire all over. Peter starts rambling about his plan and how the elementals ruined everything, but she cuts him off.
“Hey, Peter, stop it, it’s okay. It’s perfect.”
“It’s supposed to be—“
“Black dahlia. Like the murder, right?”
Peter freezes. “Yeah, like the murder,” he breathes out, a laugh barely audible, then the sadness overtakes him again. “I really wanted this to go differently.”
“I love it, Peter. Giving it to me whole on the top of the Eiffel Tower wouldn’t make it mean any more to me than it does right now,” she says, watching him look at her with something unreadable filling his eyes. She opens the small latch and places it around her neck. “I love it. Thank you.”
Before he can try to regret what happened anymore, she wraps her arms around him again, holding there for a moment before she pulls back and places a gentle kiss at the corner of his mouth.
“Mj, m’gonna get you sick,” he murmurs, turning away.
“I don’t care,” is her reply, and she reaches up to align his face with hers. She kisses him fully now, her heart threatening to escape wherever it can.
When she pulls back, she hopes she hasn’t gone too far, but then he’s looking at her, and suddenly no decision she’s ever made has made more sense. She trails the hand that made its way to the back of his neck slowly down to the bed, and she rests her forehead against the heat of his.
“Thank you for trusting me,” she whispers, her hand finding his and placing her pinky on top of his. “I wasn’t just watching you because I thought you were Spider-Man.”
He pulls back a little, his eyebrows half-raised in a softly pained expression. He looks at her in mute suspension.
“Mj…I don’t want you to get dragged into this…,” he says, so quietly she can hardly hear him from inches away.
“Whatever happens, we can figure it out together. I’m not scared.”
He reaches a hand up to scrub at his face in frustration. Wilting, he covers his eyes and drops his chin to his chest.
“You don’t understand. Everywhere I go…people get hurt. Ben, Tony, May. Everything I touch gets ruined,” he says, voice heavy. “It’s like I can feel death breathing down my neck all the time, Mj…all the time.”
Mj immediately takes her hand to the back of his neck, fingertips just barely brushing through his hair where she rests it. “Peter, that is not true. Life hasn’t been fair to you, but you hold absolutely no blame for that. You shouldn’t have to carry that around.”
He slowly lays back against the mattress, and she can see where tears begin to trail down his temples. She lies beside him.
“You know what actually happens when you’re around?” She asks, turning on her side to face him. “People feel safe. You buy them food. You save them from burning buildings. You give them back what the bad people in the world take from them.”
He closes his eyes tightly, and more tears escape. He wipes them away, breathing out shakily. In the dim light shining from the bedside lamp, she sees just how worn he looks. Suddenly, she realizes he’s been letting thoughts like those consume him for a long time.
He’s sick, he’s tired, and there’s no doubt he’s still injured from fighting the elementals just a day earlier. The ugly feeling in her chest spreads deep, and she reaches over to rest her hand on his heart. She can almost feel how run down he is.
“I really like you, okay? But I don’t want you to have to worry about me. You already have more than enough on your plate. I’ll be a friend if you need me to be, and if you ever feel comfortable with more than that, I’ll still be right here,” she promises, knowing now that there’s nothing she won’t do to help him, even if that means waiting. Even if that means they’re never more.
Peter turns his head and slowly opens his eyes. She wipes away a tear that pools at the bridge of his nose.
“I really like you,” he finally says. “I…I need to think about things for a little, but…I don’t think I can go on and act like everything that’s happened tonight doesn’t mean as much to me as it does.”
“Me either,” she replies honestly. “I really just want you to be happy. Whatever that means for you.”
He’s silent for a second, eyes flickering between hers. “This makes me happy. Even though I feel like someone ran me over, I’m happy. It’s always been you.”
“Then that’s enough.”
Mj can’t imagine feeling any more content than she does in that exact moment. No one else exists outside this hotel room. There’s enough life in the two of them to sustain the rest of the universe. She leans closer and softly brushes her lips against his shoulder.
“You need to get some rest, Peter. Come here,” she urges, sitting up and scooting back to the headboard.
He manages to get himself up and under the duvet, resting his head on one of the pillows. Exhaustion covers his face. Mj stands up.
“I’m gonna grab your water and put it on the nightstand. Do you feel like you might get sick again?”
He hums, shutting his eyes. “I don’t know…maybe.”
“Okay. I’ll bring the bucket and set it on the floor next to you just in case.”
“Thank you.”
She does just that, urging him to take at least a couple sips before he actually falls asleep. He doesn’t put up too much of a fight, but that’s probably due to being absolutely drained.
His breaths even out quickly after that, so Mj tries to be as quiet as she can while she does her best to clean up everything from earlier. It’s mostly just water, so it’s not too bad. Oddly enough, because it’s Peter, it doesn’t bother her one bit.
When she’s done, she gently climbs back onto the bed next to him and takes a minute to try and comprehend everything that’s gone down in the past hour or so. She reaches up to grasp at the remnants of the black dahlia, feeling a wave of warmth draw over her whole body. She wouldn’t change a thing.
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Alone
This is a platonic, SFW tickle fic! DO NOT TAG AS SHIP!
Peter/Peter 1: Tom Holland
Peter 2: Tobey Maguire
Peter 3: Andrew Garfield
Description: About three weeks after the events of No Way Home, 17-year-old Peter Parker is still adjusting to his new life. An unexpected visit from his inter-dimensional counterparts helps lift his spirits in a way he never expected.
Warnings: None
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Peter Parker was alone.
He was alone in every way, every sense, and the isolation ached in a way he had never known before. After Dr. Strange had cast the spell that made every living person forget about him, he had made the heart-wrenching decision to stay away from Ned and MJ, despite what he had promised them. He kept an eye on them, of course, but kept his distance, remaining no more than a curious passerby. It tore him up inside to be an outsider to the people who had once loved him; he spent many nights sobbing into the dark, mourning what once was. But if there was one thing Peter knew, it was that they were only ever put in harm's way because of him. Ned, MJ, and so many others.
And so Peter Parker remained alone. He let Spider-Man do most of the people-interacting, and he was thankful he had an outlet to be his lively, talkative self without the risk of personal connections forming. Peter thought his new way of life would just take some adjusting- lonely, but overall better for everyone. It would just take some lying in bed and mentally convincing himself he was doing the right thing.
That's exactly what he was doing when an orange trail of blazing light spiraled into existence across his apartment. He sat straight up, immediately recognizing the ring of light as the magic wielded by Dr. Strange.
Though it wasn't Stephen that appeared from the portal.
Instead he was met with two grinning faces: his inter-dimensional counterparts he had saved the world with just weeks earlier, Peter Parkers 2 and 3. He found himself leaping from the bed and running into their arms, which outstretched to grab him up and pull him into a big hug. For a few moments they just laughed incredulously and held each other close, hardly believing that they had managed to reunite. Eventually, though, Peter's brain caught up to his body and he was overwhelmed with confusion. He pulled away as the portal spiraled shut behind them.
"How did- what- I mean, how are-"
"Would you believe they posted a WikiHow article on how to hop dimensions?" interrupted Peter 3, sparking laughter from the other two. "Really glad that joke landed, there was a chance you guys didn't have WikiHow in your universes."
"Seriously, though! How did you guys do it?"
"Lots of trial and error with Otto back in the lab. Took a while, but he thought as much as I did that we needed to see each other again," Peter 2 said, ruffling the youngest's brown curls.
"I'm so glad to see you guys. Ever since all that stuff happened, my life has been, uh..." Peter looked around his apartment sheepishly, scratching at he back of his neck. The older Peters followed his gaze, knowing immediately what he meant. The apartment was small, dingy, and barren. It was evident that only Peter lived there, and there wasn't much to suggest he had attempted to make the place comforting or homely. Peter 3 put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.
"We know, bud. I'm really sorry about May."
Peter huffed out a laugh without any humor.
"Yeah, I wish that was where the story ended."
Emotions started to swell up in his chest, and he cleared his throat. "Anyway, are you guys good to stay for a while? We could order some pizzas..."
Peters 2 and 3 lit up at the proposition.
"Sounds great! Got any blankets?"
***
Four hours, three pizzas, and a pile of blankets later, the three Peters lay bundled on the couch, swapping life stories about how they got to the day they met, and what they've been doing since then. They fell into the brotherly dynamic with ease, finding incomparable solace in each other. They inevitably fell onto the topic of the spell Peter 1 told Strange to cast, and the decision he made to stay a stranger to his loved ones. Peters 2 and 3 were not pleased.
"So, that's it then? You're just going to be a lone wolf forever?" Peter 3 asked, dumbfounded.
"Kinda."
"That's terrible," Peter 2 said.
"It's better for them!"
"But what about for you?"
"That doesn't matter! I just need to be Spider-Man, that's it. That kinda gets in the way of having a partner or best friend."
Peters 2 and 3 were shocked, but even more so, hurt.
They hurt for the youngest, who had once been them. They understood what it was like to sacrifice your own needs to this degree. To feel like your loved ones were only harmed by your presence. It was a feeling they knew all too well. Peter 2 took Peter 1 by the shoulders with steady hands and sympathetic eyes.
"Peter, you can't do this. I know you think you're doing what's best, but you're hurting yourself. We need each other, we need support from other people. Even Spider-Man does. You can NOT keep doing this."
Peter swallowed back tears. "But I- all I ever did was put them in danger."
"That's not true," Peter 3 said gently. "Spider-Man will always bring dangers to you and those closest to you, and I wish that wasn't how things were, but you bring a lot more to the table than that. MJ didn't love Spider-Man, she loved Peter Parker. She loved the way you're smart, and dedicated, and funny, and selfless. The only thing she wouldn't love is the way you've made this decision for her to stay out of her life. Danger doesn't scare away the good ones."
Three wiped a tear from his own cheek as memories resurged of Gwen, his MJ, his good one, who was never scared away by even a hint of danger. Peter 1 found that he was crying, too, and laughed despite himself. The older two looked at him, puzzled.
"Sorry," he sniffed, "This is just- like, a Spider-Man therapy session."
2 and 3 burst into teary laughter of their own. Peter 2 swung his arm around the younger boys' shoulders and pulled them close.
"Yeah, we sure need it, though, don't we?"
"Hey, at least we're consistent. So far we're aware of three different Peter Parkers and all of them are a mess," Three pipes up. This sets off another round of laughter. After it dies down, Two turns to the youngest again.
"Seriously, though," he pointed a commanding finger at him, "you can't isolate yourself anymore. Even if you're not ready to talk to MJ yet, you have to talk to someone in your universe. You have to care for your mental health just as much as your physical health."
Peter smiled softly and rolled his eyes.
"Bossy."
"I mean it!" Two poked his finger back in One's face for effect.
"We're watching you, kid," Peter 3 teased threateningly, jabbing Peter 1 in the side. The youngest boy yelped sharply, jolting away from the touch and almost hitting Peter 2. Three's eyebrows shot up. One's eyes went wide.
"Well, what do we have here? A weakness?"
"N-no-EEP!" Peter 2 had poked him from his other side. He hugged himself around the middle protectively. "Guys-ACK!" He spun around to face Three again after another poke. As soon as his back was turned to Peter 2, the oldest wrapped his arms around him and grabbed his wrists, holding him to his chest.
"Gotcha!"
Peter started to squirm wildly, helpless giggles pouring out as Three sat on his legs and hovered over him with clawed fingers.
"Nohohohoho! Let gohohoho! Get awahahahay!"
"You know I can't do that," Peter 3 said, grinning.
"Yehes you can, you dihick!"
Two and Three exchanged shocked expressions.
"Well now you're just asking for it."
With that, Peter 3 latched onto Peter 1's sides and started pinching up and down. Immediately, sweet, high-pitched giggles started to pour from the kid, reminding the older Peters that he really was just that- a kid. He was scared, and alone, and a kid, being forced to mature beyond his years by tragedy after tragedy. His childish laughter was refreshing after hearing of his recent struggles.
Three's fingers climbed the youngest's sides up to the front of his ribs, where he clawed into the gaps between the bones and vibrated his fingers. Peter 1 howled with laughter and threw his head back into Two's chest, who simply rested his head on his shoulder and nuzzled his stubbly chin into the crook of his neck. Absolutely tickled pink, One started to snort between cackles.
"STAAHAHAHA*snort*NOHOHOHOO*snort*EHEEHEHE-!!"
His inter-dimensional older brothers burst into laughter.
"Yohou snort?"
"SHUT UHUHU*snort*"
"That's too cute!" cooed Peter 2, wiggling his fingers into One's tummy where they could reach while he kept his wrists held.
Peter 1's face turned an even brighter pink, nose scrunched up and eyes squeezed shut to make room for his huge grin. He hiccuped and snorted uncontrollably between bouts of laughter, making his brothers beam. As unbearable as the tickle attack was, it was also...fun. The ache in his sides and the tension in his lungs was almost foreign to him. How long had it been since he last laughed like this?
An odd sense of comfort bloomed in his chest as the older boys tickled him silly. It had been so long since he'd had any sort of physical affection, he had nearly forgotten how much he needed it.
As if he had read his mind, Peter 3 said, "I think you needed a good laugh."
"Doctor's orders," Two added, nodding.
Peter 3 lifted his hands off the kid and sat back for a moment, letting him huff in air.
"Hff...hff...Y-yohou...bullies...." Peter giggled breathlessly.
"Lucky for you, it's time for the finale!" announced Peter 3. He pulled up the hem of Peter's t-shirt, the kid already starting to giggle again. He sucked in his stomach as Three hovered over him menacingly.
"Nononohoho duhuhuhude plehehehehease!"
"Well...since you said please..."
Peter 3 hesitated, then dove down and planted his lips above One's bellybutton, blowing as hard as he could. A shrill shriek ripped through the air from Peter 1 as a stubbly raspberry was placed on his bare tummy. Peter 2 burst into laughter at the noise.
"Ohoh my Gohod! I'm gonna lose my hearing!"
Encouraged by the reaction, Peter 3 placed another, and another, sending Peter 1 into silent cackles. As he took pity on the boy and sat up, there was a knock at the door. Everyone's eyes went wide.
Peters 2 and 3 scrambled to help Peter fix his shirt and hair. He answered the door to a little old woman with a concerned expression.
"Is everything alright there, dear?" she asked. "I live downstairs, and I heard a woman screaming up here!"
Two and Three's snickers met One's ears the same time his blush did.
"Oh, heh, everything's okay ma'am, I'm just- just watching a horror movie! I'll turn it down, sorry about that!"
The woman accepted his excuse and wished him well. As soon as the door shut, Two and Three burst into laughter. Peter bristled with embarrassment, but couldn't help his own laughing fit at the absurdity of the situation.
"You guhuys suhuck!" Peter 1 said, chucking pillows at their heads. Peter 3 put him in a headlock and messed up his curls again.
"Alright, we better get going," Peter 2 said, tapping at a device around his wrist. "We've got people waiting for us back home. And I expect that to be the case for you the next time we visit, you hear?" He pointed at Peter 1, who chuckled shyly.
"Yeah, I will. I promise." He pulled them both in for a tight hug and held them close for a few extra seconds. A vivid orange light spiraled open a portal behind them.
"You better. I know your weakness now," Peter 3 teased, waggling his fingers in the air. Peter 1 smacked his hands out of the air, giggling.
"Shut up!"
With one last ruffle of his curls, Peter 3 hopped through the portal and turned back to look at him, with Two following behind. They both waved warmly.
"We'll be back soon! Get out there and forge some relationships!"
"We love you!"
The portal swirled shut, leaving the apartment especially dark in its wake. Peter was left with the dull ache of missing them already, and a lingering smile on his lips. He looked out at the orange glow of the setting sun washing over Queens, and thought maybe his brothers were right. That night, before he drifted to sleep, things didn't seem so hopeless. Maybe Peter didn't have to be so alone.
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