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dracowars · 7 months

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your friendly neighborhood nurse | peter parker

pairing: mcu!peter x gwen!reader

word count: 2,2k

summary: where peter is badly injured and y/n helps him

a/n: my first peter parker os, ahhh!!! i'm so excited and can't wait to see what you think of it 🫶🏻 please be kind and enjoy~

warnings: angst, mentions of blood, mentions of (severe) injuries

universe: marvel

Your gaze lazily flies over the first few lines of the page, the words logically connecting in your head to form a coherent sentence. The book lies open on your lap, your knees pulled a bit closer to your body so it is easier for you to dive into your newest book. Whenever you read, you feel like you leave New York City behind, escaping into different worlds and other realms, fading out the real world around you.

Outside your room, you hear the quiet clinking of glass as a member of your family is apparently emptying the dishwasher. You can hear the deep tone of your father's voice but your mind is too busy with the words you are currently reading to concentrate on any of them.

You even block out the loud sirens from several passing fire trucks and police cars, subconsciously perceiving them, but not actually understanding them. What you do notice, however, is a loud but dull bang a few seconds later as something hits your window with so much force to startle you out of your dreamland but not enough to break the glass.

Suddenly, your whole body is tensed up, your pulse increasing vehemently when you look at your window and see nothing. The sirens continue to blare through the streets of New York, but the moment you think you see a shadow on the fire escape, you couldn't care less about them.

Quickly, you carelessly toss your book onto your blanket, reality now more important than the words in it, and you swing your legs over the edge of your bed in a haste before quickly stepping to the window.

Strong rays of sunshine hit your face and your eyes close out of reflex, but you reach for the window anyway and lift it up. You still haven't discovered the source of the bang, but something inside of you tells you that it is important, that you are needed.

And you were right because once you lean out of your window a tiny bit, you spot a figure on the right side of your window, sitting against the wall.

"Peter?", is all your vocal cords manage as a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you before his name even fully left your mouth, his senses striking, your eyes meeting.

If there is one thing in this already cruel world that you hate the most, it's seeing others suffer, especially if you know those people. Especially if you love those people. Deeply.

That is why your heart beats even more painfully now that you see the numerous wounds and the blood - so, so, so much blood - on his face and body, his hair disheveled from the mask. His suit is torn in a few places, the areas you sewed last week ripped open again.

"Oh my god", you curse under your breath and don't waste another second to climb out the window and onto the emergency staircase of your huge apartment building, crawling to his side.

As soon as you reach him, his pained face lights up for a second, shooting you his characteristic smile. But it doesn't fully reach his eyes as it normally does which worries you even more.

"Hey you", he whispers softly, his voice obviously strained as he tries to turn his body into your direction, failing as he whimpers in pain.

"What happened?", you immediately ask, concerned about his current state. You have seen him after a lot of fights, after good and bad battles, after winning one or losing one, but never did he look so weak and vulnerable to you. Peter always tries to seem strong in front of you, he wants to be twice as strong for the both of you, but in this moment, right now, it just breaks your heart.

"Oh, you know. Just the usual", he replies, shrugging before realizing that every little movement hurts. "A bad guy striving for world domination. Nothing new, really."

"Peter, this is no joke", you scold him, startled about the fact that he can still make jokes looking like this. "We need to get you to the hospital immediately."

Stumbling to get up, you are immediately stopped by his scraped up hand that wraps around your forearm, his grip tight to keep you from leaving.

"Relax, cupcake. I just needed to see you, that's all", he tells you, but you don't buy it, especially not when every breath he takes causes him unimaginable pain. "Just gonna rest for a bit and then I will feel much better."

"Peter! I'm warning you, keep your damn eyes open", you immediately shake him as he only whispers his last words quietly and his head slowly lowers. You quickly grab his face and force him to look at you and sure enough, his disoriented pupils find yours. A small smile creeps onto his lips as he takes in another shaky breath.

"You have to listen carefully now, okay? We have to get you inside. I'm going to lift you up, but I can't do it alone. You have to help me with this with the last bit of strength you can muster, alright? It will probably hurt, but I can't help you any other way, Peter", you gently speak to him, a certain urgency in your voice, and even though his senses seem to be quite foggy, he nods and immediately tries to get up with his arm against the wall of the building. Quickly, you support him and pull his arm over your shoulder so that most of his weight is now on you.

"Okay, okay. One step-" you start to explain, but Peter staggers forward dangerously before you quickly press your hand against his chest to steady him. "One step at a time. Just look at what I'm doing."

Together, you finally manage to get him to your open window, where the next obstacle is already waiting for you: how are you supposed to get him inside?

“Let me think about the best way to get you in there", you mumble, your head lost in thought as another police patrol drives past your apartment building. Before you can come up with a solution, however, Peter suddenly bends down and squeezes himself through the window in excruciating pain. That done, he almost falls over if you hadn't followed him, cursing, and prevented him from meeting your floor by grabbing his waist. With his help, you maneuver him to your bed, where he lies down groaning.

"I swear to God, when this is over, I will be the one to kill you", you say under your breath, eyeing his entire body, inspecting all the wounds that need medical care.

At the sight of him, dark thoughts suddenly rush through your mind and your eyes become watery, but you know that you have to be strong for him and you do not allow a tear to fall down. With a deep breath you get up and go to your adjoining bathroom, where you always keep a first aid kit under the sink. After all, this isn't the first time Peter has asked you for help; it's just never been this bad.

Before you can get to your bed again, there is a loud knock on your bedroom door all of a sudden and you stand still for a second, completely frozen in place. Your eyes wander to Peter, lying on your bed in his miserable state. A boy lying in your bed.

Spiderman lying in your bed.

"Y/N?" your father speaks from the other side of the door, turning the doorknob like he always does, not waiting for your answer.

"Stop, Dad! I'm changing!", you shout, running up and reaching the door just in time so you can lean against it and shut it close again.

"Oh, my bad. Listen, something happened and I have to go out again. That useless Spiderman guy- Whatever. I know we were supposed to cook your favorite meal today, but that has to wait until tomorrow, sweetheart", he now speaks to you through the door and your heart beats a beat faster the moment you put two and two together. "I just have one request for you: stay here, in your room. Don't go out today. Your mom is in the kitchen if you need anything."

"Yes, Dad. Don't worry, I have loads of homework", you reply, letting out a sigh of relief as soon as you hear his footsteps walking away from your door, quietly locking your door from the inside. But it's only when you hear the front door closing that you move again and rush to Peter's side, who, to your surprise, still has his eyes open, even if only slightly. Immediately, his hand blindly reaches for you.

"I'm here, I'm here now", you assure him quickly and squeeze his hand tightly, but let go again to open the first aid kit. However, when you see all of his wounds, you find it difficult to keep track of all of them and feel overwhelmed.

"Cut it open", he croaks quietly, making you look at him in surprise. "The suit."

Understanding him, you nod and quickly cut through the fabric so you can tend to his injuries better. However, you also see the numerous dark blue and purple spots that are spread all over his upper body and your head doesn't even realize that he is now lying in front of you shirtless.

"Are you checking me out right now?", Peter mentions with a mock undertone, immediately snapping you out of your thoughts and your cheeks take on a deep red blush.

"N-No! Of course not!"

"Ah, man. If I had known that, I would have done a few more pushups beforehand", he teases you and on the one hand you are relieved that he is no longer on the verge of passing out, but on the other hand this really isn't the time to make jokes.

"You are such an idiot", you giggle quietly and use a damp cloth to wipe away the blood that is spread all over his muscular upper body. Then you use an alcohol-free wipe, and gently dab his skin with it. He immediately groans in pain and wiggles around, but since you both know there is no other way, he grits his teeth and tries to make as few sounds as possible.

When you reach his face to clean the wounds there, you repeatedly catch yourself looking into his glittering eyes, which are fixed on your face. With every eye contact you feel warmer and you try to suppress the blush that wants to creep onto your cheeks again.

"I'm sorry that you won't get your favorite meal today", Peter finally says, a pained expression on his face as you dab at the deep cut on his nose. "Ouch! That stings!"

"Well, if you didn't always jump into hopeless fights, then we wouldn't even be in this situation", you roll your eyes at him, concentrating on being as careful as possible so that you do not cause him more pain.

"Others would have been hurt..", he murmurs under his breath and if it weren't so quiet in your room, you probably wouldn't have heard him at all, but his words make you pause as you look directly at him.

The serious look on his face warms your heart and with a smile you nod, showing him that you understand. That he just can't help but to help others because that is what he likes to do. That is what he is made for.

When he still doesn't break the intense eye contact after several seconds, you clear your throat and begin to apply a healing ointment on most of his wounds and then bandage them.

"Peter, you really have to go to the hospital and get checked. I'm not sure if you broke some bones", you plead and he nods in agreement, but reluctantly. Absentmindedly, you run your hand through his hair and then down his face, always careful to not touch any of his wounds.

"But you are the best nurse", Peter admits, making your heart beat faster again as he intertwines your hands on his bare chest. He places his other hand on your cheek and you nuzzle into it, never breaking eye contact. And when he puts his hand on your neck and pulls you closer and closer to his face, you feel like your heart stops completely. Only shortly before your lips touch do you break eye contact.

Peter kisses you with so much affection that you almost feel dizzy and you feel every part of your body that touches him.

With a hiss of pain, he is forced to break the kiss eventually, the pain now less but still present. Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, he looks at you with so much love in his eyes that you want to kiss him again immediately, but he stops you.

"Thank you", he says and you can literally feel his gratitude, which he emphasizes with a kiss on your knuckles. Smiling, you place a soft kiss on his cheek before connecting your lips once more.

"Everything for my superhero."

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gratelove · 5 months

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I Think I Love You

Peter (The Great) x Reader

I am on season 2 of The Great and I am so in love with Peter. So here’s a cute fluffy Peter fanfic I’ve been daydreaming about.

This is a long one

Warnings: fluff, sweet Peter, cursing, kissing

You were promised to Peter by your father, and since you’ve arrived you’ve been incredibly disappointed. You believe you can never love Peter. The night before your wedding everything changes, making you rethink what life will be like with Peter.

You were betrothed to Peter, the Emperor of Russia, by your father to end the war between your regions. You knew as it was your duty to follow through to save your people, as you were losing the war. Though you did not want to marry the Emperor, you must. You believed he was a cruel and violent man. You watched so many boys come home from war severely injured, missing limbs, or not even returning at all. You had a job to protect your people; to make sure sons, husbands, and fathers would be able to come home to their loved ones.

When you first stepped off the ship, the rocks of the shore crunched under your blue heels, and you were hit with the wonderful smell of the ocean and the trees. You may not be happy about your marriage, but at least Russia is breathtaking. You hoped that you could make a positive impact on its people and government.

You were taken to a carriage, and after a short and bumpy ride, you arrive at the palace. It is more luxurious than you could’ve imagined and you realize your mouth is left open in awe. A guard helps you out and leads you through the halls. Your heels click on the shiny marble floors and you see serfs cleaning up broken glass and fixing pieces of broken wall. You are told to wait in an empty room and the guard closes the large double doors behind you.

A few moments later a young gentleman in a wig walks in with several men following.

“Hello wife.” The young fellow grabs your shoulders and kisses your cheek.

“Hello. You must be Peter.” You curtsy.

“You are sweet. Our wedding will be in 2 weeks. Lots of planning. Must be on your best behavior to make sure I end the war. You French Fucks are losing after all.” You ball your hand into a fist. Be a lady. Control yourself. Do it for your people. You think all of this to yourself, and release your fist.

“I will be on my best behavior, husband.” You force a smile.

“Amazing. I think we’ll get along great. Huzzah.” He throws his hands in the air. “I shall leave you. Settle in and meet the ladies at court. You’ll love them. You can talk about the latest hats and throw balls on the lawn.” He gives you another quick peck on the cheek before exiting.

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Later that evening your serf, Margaret, helps you dress in a beautiful, baby pink gown. You slip on matching heels and are directed down several flights of stairs and halls until you reach a magnificent ball room. The large doors open before you and present people in elegant attire dancing, laughing, and drinking.

“Ah wife!” Peter grabs your breasts and jiggles them in his hands. Disgusting. What am I? A bag of meat? “Tonight we drink, dance, eat, and later we fuck.”

“I thought we wouldn’t lie together until our wedding night?” You ask, hoping you can push off any sexual actions as long as possible.

“I’m the Emperor. I fuck who I want, when I want.”

“Actually, wise Emperor. Though you can do what you want, when you want. According to the church, you should be married before you lie with the Empress.” An old man with a long beard chimes in. Thank you old man.

“Shut up Archie. But, the Emperor must be one with God, so fine. I’ll just fuck George instead.” What a pig. Peter hands you a small glass, matching the one in his, and he swallows the drink in one swift head tilt. He then pushes your glass up. You smile and take the shot. The burn runs down your throat and you wince. Peter then grabs your hand and pulls you to the dance floor.

——

In what feels like hours of dancing, mingling with the ladies at court, and forced drinking, you have discovered that women cannot read, and are not allowed to. They don’t know what art or science is. They don’t know Voltaire. You have a lot of work to do here.

Finally supper is ready. You sit at a table with just Peter and you. The other members at court sit at tables on the sides, facing the head table. A large pig is laid out in front of you. You envy the pig right now.

“Before we eat, to my wife.” Peter stands from his chair and raises his glass. “To our marriage, to the end of the war, to lots of fucking, and to soon getting a little Peter. Huzzah!” He takes a shot and smashes his glass on the ground. The court follows his actions. “Huzzah!” In unison and the sound of glasses smashing crowd the dining hall.

“To ge-“

“You don’t talk. Sit. Look pretty, wife.” Peter interrupts your attempt at a speech. The more time you spend with him, the more you hate him. He’s rude, filthy, childish, and overall just a prick.

After dinner is done you immediately head to your room, wanting to escape Peter. His presence makes your blood boil. You make it to your room. Margaret helps you change and you are finally able to sleep, although not very well.

——

It’s been a week since you’ve been in Russia and it is incredibly dull. All the ladies ever want to do is roll balls on grass and wear their stupid wigs as hats. You had an outburst on Lady Svenska for whipping a serf in the hall for accidentally spilling a drink on her dress. You put an end to it immediately, and now hide in the library where no one will ever find you. No one comes here, and everyone hates you for defending a serf. The court believes they are property and not people.

You hear the door creak open and you shut your book. You peak around the side of a shelf to see Peter looking around.

“I know you’re in here.” You stand up and smooth out your dress.

“I’m here.”

“Grigor just told me that you yelled at Lady Svenska in front of all the other ladies at court. I told you you need to behave. Make friends with the ladies. You’ll only make your life harder. Besides, it’s a fucking serf. No need to get upset over a fucking serf.”

“They’re people too.”

“Not here. Serfs are property. You need to get used to the Russian way, or else you’ll never find happiness here.”

“I’ll never find happiness being married to you.” You spit. He has only sexualized and told you what to do since you’ve been here. He’s hasn’t asked one question about you. Hasn’t tried at all to get to know you.

“I have only been fucking nice to you. Besides, I am Emperor. I do what I please. You are only here to make my heirs. Think about your next moves, or I’ll bring you a French Fucks head for dinner.”

“You’re a prick.” As the words come out of your mouth, you know it’s a mistake. Peter’s face goes red and he grabs your wrist tight. “Let go of me!” You yell and try to shove his hand off. His grip gets tighter and as you try to push your heels into the ground to stop movement, he is much stronger than you. You lose your footing and fall to the floor, but Peter doesn’t stop. He continues to drag you down the hall by your wrist as you kick, scream, and squirm. You make it to your room and he picks you up and tosses you in there.

“You can stay in here until you decide to be a good fucking wife.” He slams the door as you run towards it.

“Let me out you fucker! I’ll fucking kill you! You can’t keep me trapped in here!” You yell and bang on the door.

“I’ll visit you tonight and see if you’re in a better fucking mood.”

“Peter! Dickhead!” There is silence and you know he is gone. You are locked in your room, with no books, no friends. You are completely alone. Only a quill, some paper, and your thoughts. Tears stream down your cheeks, and you decided to sit at your desk and write your heart out.

——

You awake, dry tears on your skin, your hair a mess. It’s dark outside and you raise yourself on your elbows to see a figure sitting at your desk. You rub your eyes and let them adjust. You realize it’s Peter sitting at your desk, reading all your angry thoughts.

“Peter?”

“Is this really what you think of me?” You try to recollect what you had written.

“Yes, from what I remember.”

“But everybody loves me. So there is obviously something wrong with you and not with me.”

“Or maybe everyone just pretends to love you.” You can see a hurt look on Peter’s face.

“Elizabeth told me that I have to make you love me.” You snort. You do like Elizabeth. She’s Peter’s aunt and she has been very kind to you since you arrived. She has told you a little of Peter and his parents. In a way you feel sorry for him. His parents sounded cruel, his mother more than his father. From what Elizabeth has told me, she hated Peter. “Why are you laughing? It is not a jape.” His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Peter, I could never love you.”

“Well, why not?” He stands and makes his way to your bed, sitting on the edge.

“Because you are heartless. You care not for others and only love yourself. I could never love a man as cruel and selfish as you.” You say honestly.

“What… Tell me something about yourself.”

“What?”

“In your writings, you say I know nothing about you. I have not gotten to know you. Tell me something.” You ponder for a moment.

“Back home, I had a Dutch Hound named Truffle. He was my best friend.” Peter’s eyes light up like a little boys, and it makes you smile for a moment.

“I have a dog Zeus! And truffle season is my favorite! Shaving it over bread and butter. It’s the deepest of autumn.” He looks off in the distance, remembering a past truffle season.

“My father used to take me every winter.” You smile at your own memory.

“Our love of truffles and dogs. We’ve found something in common. Huzzah.” He says, and I giggle.

“Huzzah. This does not make me love you.”

“You call me cruel, but you seem to have no love in your heart. Like I said, everyone loves me.”

“You dragged me down the hall by my wrist and locked me in a room like a prisoner. You haven’t gotten to know me, even an ounce, and you continue to talk about all the French you killed like it is a jape.”

“Killing French Fuckers is pretty funny.”

“Those are my people. What if I joked about murdering Russians?”

“They were happy to give their lives for me, for Russia. If you were a man you’d understand.” You roll your eyes in annoyance.

“That’s the other thing. You think woman are here to open their legs and close their mouths.”

“Because they are. The women in court know their place. You’ll learn yours soon enough.”

“That’s what you misunderstand. I will never learn my place.” You stare at one another and you feel tension rise.

“You’re fiery. It makes my cock rock hard.”

“The idea of your cock in me makes me wretch.”

“You have not seen or felt it yet. I am of massive cock. You will love it, as well as me.” Peter pats your leg and stands to leave.

“Am I free to go?” Peter’s hands are on the door knobs as he ponders for a moment.

“You do not love me yet. I’ll be back tomorrow. We shall have breakfast together.” He walks out the door and you hear the lock click. You throw yourself against your pillow, grabbing one and holding it over your face. You scream the loudest scream.

——

The next morning you wake and throw on your pink, silk robe. You tidy up the mess of papers on your desk. You wait for a small time until the door finally opens. You hurry to stand and Peter walks in. He has on a fur hat and his red and gold robe.

“Good morning wife. Sit.” He point to the chair across the small, circular table. A serf walks in, laying out fruits, bacon, eggs, and small cakes.

“Tea?” I nod my head to the serf and he pours some in my cup. I take a sip and close my eyes at the feeling of the warmth going down my throat.

“You are pretty. You look as if you were the sun itself.” I open my eyes to see Peter smiling at me.

“Why are you being nice to me?” I ask.

“Well we are to marry in 6 days. I must get you to love me.”

“Do you love me?”

“Well, you do make my cock hard, that’s for fucking sure.”

“Making your cock hard and your heart soft are two completely different things.” You raise your brows at him and put a strawberry in your mouth

“That is true. Tell me something about yourself.” Peter shovels eggs into his mouth.

“I’ve thought about killing you.” You smile at Peter and he begins to laugh.

“I’ve thought about killing you too. This is why we are perfect together. My father always said ‘if a woman tries to kill you, you’re in business.’ Deep down I know you love me.”

“Tell me about your parents.” Peter stops eating his breakfast and sits for a time in silence.

“Well, father was… great. He is Peter the Great. He was a wondrous fighter and fucker. Mother, she was cruel. She loved me, but Igor always used to tell me his mother was much better than mine. Elizabeth used to hold me and tuck me in, while mother-she…” his voice fades off and I see tears fighting to pour. In this moment he’s like a little boy who got his ball taken from him. He looks so innocent and sweet. I haven’t seen Peter like this since I arrived. Elizabeth told me his mother would lock him in a closet for days by himself. Little Peter would go mad in there all alone. He sniffles and I reach my hand out to lay it on his. I think this is the first time we’ve touched in an honest way. Not drunkenly being thrown around in a dance or groped in public. Peter looks at my hand and then at my eyes. We stare at each other for a long moment.

“Fuck.” Peter states.

“What is it?” I ask, removing my hand and putting it in my lap.

“I think I love you.”

“Peter, you’re sweet.” I smile at him.

“Do you love me?”

“No.”

“Breakfast is over.” Peter stands and heads for the door.

“Can I come out?”

“Will it make you love me?”

“No.”

“Then no. I’ll be back for dinner.”

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It’s been 4 days of being locked in your room. The wedding is tomorrow and Peter comes and visits every day, two to three times a day. He professes his love every time, asking if you feel the same way. As the days have gone on, Peter has really tried to put in the effort to get to know you. He gave you some books, asks lots of questions about you, and has even tried writing you love letters. Though they are terrible and incredibly sexual, you do find them sweet and comical.

“We’re having pork belly and moose lips for dinner!” Peter squeals in excitement as he takes a seat at the table. You sit across from his and he takes your hand.

“You look lovely wife.” He raises your hand to his lips and kisses your fingers softly. “I have a surprise for you after dinner.”

“That’s very sweet. I can’t wait.” You nod. You go through dinner with some small talk about Peter’s day. He rants about Velementov losing the war with the Swedes and how annoying Orlo is.

After dinner he tells you to cover your eyes. You follow his instructions and wait.

“Open.” You open your eyes to see a brown Dutch Hound in his arms. He has silky hair and the sweetest brown eyes. You gasp and run to him, giggling.

“Truffle!” You squeal and grab your pup in your arms, showering him with kisses.

“I had him shipped all the way here from France.” A small tear runs down your cheek. “Fuck, you’re crying. Did I make you sad?” You sniffle and put Truffle on your bed.

“No. I mean, I do miss home, but this gives me tears of joy. Thank you Peter.” You hug him tightly. Your cheeks rest against his maroon velvet coat. He smells of trees and soap and you take in his scent. You’ve never smelled him before, but you love it. You also just now noticed the recognizable height difference. He is over six feet tall and as you lift your head to look up at him your met with his blue eyes. You’ve never noticed how bright and beautiful they are. They do sparkle. He is smiling down at you and you feel a tingle in your lower belly. You find yourself gravitating closer toward him until finally your lips are touching. His are so soft as they brush against yours.

You come to a realization of the moment and move yourself off of him. What am I doing?

“Are you okay?” Peter moves toward you and you back away, putting your hand out toward him.

“No. I-I need lots of rest for the big day tomorrow.” You need some time to think about what just happened.

“Y/N, I’d like-“

“Peter, please leave!” You say harshly, and louder than you meant to. Peter expression turns to a sad one. He grabs his wig and throws it on over his short brown hair, storming out of the room. You lay on your bed, staring at the canopy of gold cloth that hangs above you. You think about this kiss. You think about this past week, locked in this room with Peter. Locked in this room!

You shoot up and look at the door. You shove your feet in your slippers and run for the door. You slowly grab the knob, turning it. It’s unlocked. You laugh to yourself and shove it open, running down the hall. You make it down the stairs and push through the front doors. You take a deep breath of fresh air. You look up and stare at the moon and the stars. It’s beautiful out tonight. You’ve missed the fresh air. It’s only been a week, but it’s felt like an eternity. You start to run through the front lawn, letting the cold air flow threw your hair. You stop when you’re out of breath and sit in a bench in the garden.

“Y/N?” You look at the voice that called you and see Elizabeth pulling her garments up as a guard pulls himself out from her dress. “You may go.” She shoos him away. She comes and sit next to you on the bench. “I see Peter let you out.”

“Or forgot to lock the door.”

“I told him not to lock you in there. He does love you, you know. In his own, odd sort of way.”

“I know. He tells me daily.” She smiles at you.

“And how do you feel about him?”

“I’m not sure. I came here hating him. I imagined killing him in all honesty. He locked me in a room, said hurtful things about my people, and dragged me down a hall.” I stop and stare at my hands.

“But,” Elizabeth inquires.

“But, I kissed him.”

“Peter is a sweet boy. I know he is hard to love, but once you give him a chance, you see he is full of love. His mother was cruel, and he didn’t receive much as a child. I believe this is why it is hard for him to show love to others. Maybe you have seen this side of Peter not many get to see, and you have fallen in love with it.”

“But it feels wrong. I feel as if I am going against myself by letting myself love him.”

“How is it going against yourself if it is you that wants it?” I juggle her words in my head for a little.

“Maybe you’re right. You are a true friend.” You hug her.

“And you.” She agrees. You both stand and you head back into your room. You lay in your bed and dream of your wedding tomorrow and if you will decide if you love Peter or not.

——

The next morning you are awoke by Margaret throwing open your bedroom curtains. The light burns your eyes and you cover your face with a pillow.

“Good morning Empress. It’s the big day. We must get you ready.”

“Five more minutes Margaret.”

“Sorry Empress. We must get started.” You groan and throw your blanket off.

——

After several hours of getting your hair done and getting multiple layers of your gown on you finally slip your feet into your white heels.

“The final touch.” Margaret places a gold crown atop your head. It is littered with diamonds and shines in the sun that’s coming through the window. You look in the mirror and see your gorgeous wedding gown. The white silk glistens. “You look beautiful. It is almost time. Are you ready Empress?”

“I’m ready Margaret.” You nod and take a deep breath. You head down the hall until you reach the top of the stairs. At the bottom of the steps you see Peter in a blue velvet suit with gold accents, with his teal sash across his chest. His back is turned towards you and he does not realize you are there. You hear a small gasp from some women in the court and the Emperor turns around. His mouth falls open at the sight of you and he takes a deep breath. Your stomach fills with butterflies. He looks so handsome. You grab the sides of your dress and make your way down the stairs with elegance. You meet Peter at the bottom and he holds a hand out to you. You take it and smile.

“Empress.”

“Emperor.”

“You are breathtaking.” Peter whispers and you giggle.

“As are you.” Peter’s cheeks flush.

“Shall we get fucking married.”

“We shall.” You both turn toward the arch bishop and your ceremony begins.

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“You may now kiss the Empress.” The arch bishop says. Peter grabs both your hands and leans in slowly. Your lips touch and you feel a spark you’ve never felt with Peter before. As the kiss ends you wish for more.

“Huzzah!” The whole court yells. Peter and you laugh.

“Let fucking party!” Peter shouts.

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The rest of your evening is spent drinking, laughing, and dancing with your husband. You never thought you would feel this way for Peter, but feelings changed so quickly within a week. So quickly you are unsure of what happened.

“It’s now time to consummate the marriage.” Archie, the arch bishop, tells both of you. You tense a little. You’ve been thinking about this moment and have been terrified of the thought. You are a virgin, which is a requirement for women before they marry. Peter is definitely not a virgin. You have seen and heard him fuck Georgia in the halls. You hear her screams of pleasure and it makes you nervous. What if I am not as good as her? What is this makes him not love me?

Peter grabs your hand. “Let’s go, wife.” You are led to Peter’s bedroom, which you have never seen before. It is a large room with a massive bed. You turn around and Margaret unlaces your corset and pulls it off of your shoulders. “I got it from here.” Peter excuses her. You take a deep breath as Peter turns you around to face him. His fingers find the ties of your dress and pulls at the strings, loosening it around your shoulders. The top half of your dress falls down completely, and it’s about to expose your breasts before you catch it. “What is wrong?” Peter asks, concern in his eyes. “Does the thought of my cock still disgust you?” You chuckle and shake your head.

“No. No.” Is all you can say.

“Then what is it?”

“Peter, I-I’m nervous.” He brings his warm hand to your cheek and caresses your face. You lock eyes and he leans in to kiss you. Your lips meet and you feel those butterflies once again. You pull back for a moment.

“Y/N, stop resisting me. I know you love me. You kissed me last night.” His warm breath hits your cheeks, and you know he’s right. You find it so hard to admit it to yourself, but he’s right. Elizabeth is right.

“I do think I love you.” Peter smiles and it fills your heart with warmth. You reconnect your lips and feel lighter than you ever have before. You kiss for a what feels like so much time, yet no time at all.

“I love you, Y/N.”

#the great #peter the great #fanfic #fan fiction #the great Peter #nicholas hoult #Nicholas hoult fanfic #Nicholas hoult fanfiction #catherine the great #the great fanfiction #Peter fanfic #Peter fanfiction

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wishfullyeternal · 2 years

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Peter Pettigrew x Reader- Breathe Sweetpea

Words- 489

Warnings- N/A

Anon Asked: If you're comfortable could you do fluff angst where reader is really upset not about anything in particular just mood took a down turn and she's friends with the marauders so she goes to thier dorm but peter is the only one there and he tries his best to comfort her and make her laugh and she falls asleep on the sofa beside him? : )

A/N- Thanks so much for the request! I kinda of added my own spin to it, I apologize for not following the entire prompt. Hopefully you like it! A Prince Caspian story should be up by the end of the week, but other than that I have no other requests! As always, requests are open, and love you lovelies. <3

"Oh, in the name of Merlin!" You slammed your hands on the walnut table in the Great Hall. Eyes pointed towards you as you walked hastily towards the Gryffindor common room. With an essay about constellations and their relation to modern magic in Astronomy, having to read three books related to Charms, another essay in Defense Against the Dark Arts about the three unforgivable curses, researching different magical herbs in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, an essay about Muggles and their technology in Muggle Studies, and one entire parchment sheet of directions on how to make Amortentia in Potions. It was stressful, to say the least.

"Breathe," You whispered to yourself, almost hyperventilating waiting for the staircase to move. The Singing Lady raised a brow at you, but the second you gritted your teeth and said Banana Fritters, she opened without a word.

"Woah what's got you all worked up?" Peter was the only one present in the common room, he seemed a little startled by your entrance, considering the first thing you did was slam your books onto the ground and run your fingers through your hair.

"Just classes, I've got a lot of homework to do, and it's just stressing me out a little bit..." You sighed heavily, Peter came to sit next to you. His eyes were a dark shade of purple, there was no way he had gotten enough sleep.

"Worry about the homework tomorrow Sweetpea, just relax for a little bit," He said, yawning. You cuddled up beside him, loosening your tie and taking off your robe and cardigan. He froze in place, unsure of what to do. You took his hand and put it around your neck, making sure to cuddle in closer. His warmth radiated around you, and he smiled nervously.

"Look who's nervous now," You chuckled, and watched Peter's face flush a bright crimson red. You buried your head into his chest, and the faint scent of Sharpie tickled your nose. It must be from the constant notetaking, he was never quite good with a quill. Pumpkin juice also arose, probably from baking something for the Mauraders. You closed your eyes and tried to memorize the smell. He took his hand and rubbed your back, humming quietly.

"Did you have some firewhisky?" Peter asked, you simply shook your head.

"Why are you being so lovey-dovey?" He questioned again, laying his head on top of yours.

"I knew you wouldn't do it first..." You said, muffled by his cloak. You yawned again and the conversation came to an end. A comfortable silence filled the room and slowly but surely you both fell asleep. In the morning you knew you would never hear the end of it from Sirius and James, with Remus trying to keep the peace, but it didn't matter. You were happy now, and that was all that you needed.

You loved Peter Pettigrew, and Peter Pettigrew loved you.

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kurogxrix · 5 months

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me when the READER in the X READER has a name:

like babe the fic ate but i do NOT look like an Aurora🙁

#bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #bruce wayne x reader #din djarin x reader #steve harrington x reader #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #joel miller x reader #writing #fan fiction #fanfic #authors of tumblr #kurogxrix talks

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goodoldfashionedengineer · 2 months

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I always have to smile at myself when I read a fanfic in which Bruce immediately catches Jason after he hits with his tire iron.

I get why fanfic writers do it, so they can move the plot along without having to write the chase after Jason or the scene when they do talk in the condemned building that Jason sleeps in. I get it.

But I always have to think about canon then.

Because not only did Jason manage to run away from Batman.

He also called him a 'big boob'.

I repeat. He gets caught jacking the tires. Tries to deny it. Hits Batman with a tire iron, runs away and insults him.

This 12-year old did something that every rogue would never even dream of.

#dc #dc comics #dc fanfic #fanfiction #batman #batfam #batman comics #jason todd #batmobile #batfamily #batdad #the batman #jason peter todd #robin!jason #robin #robin ii #comics #comic #detective comics

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c1nnam00n · 1 month

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me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

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bethsvrse · 5 months

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me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???

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evanchantingpeters · 5 months

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All my feminism goes out the window when I lay eyes on this man... Uff😬

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catastrxblues · 11 months

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i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

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corinthianism · 6 months

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corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

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waitimcomingtoo · 12 days

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Smell Ya Later

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: you get a new body cream that allegedly attracts spiders, and someone else

Masterlist

Whenever you needed a some space from your everyday routines, you packed up your stuff and spent the weekend in your room at the Stark Tower. You had spent the day shopping and picked up a few self care items, including a new body cream you had seen online. Once night had fallen and you felt you had shopped enough, you retreated back to your room and sat at your desk to look at the things you had bought.

“Let’s see how you smell.” You said as you twisted the cap off the body cream. You had barely raised the jar to your nose when Peter appeared the doorway of your room.

“Hey.” He greeted.

“Jeez. You scared me. I didn’t know you were here tonight.” You laughed and put your hand over your pounding heart.

“Yeah, I’m spending the weekend here to give my aunt some time with her boyfriend. But, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was walking by and wanted to come say hi.” He laughed shyly.

“Oh. Well, hi.” You smiled and gave him a little wave.

“Mm. Something smells really good in here.” Peter sniffed the air as he walked into your room. You were pretty sure this was the first tike Peter was actually in your room and that made you gulp.

“Really? I don’t smell anything.”

“Maybe it’s just the air. Girls rooms always smell good.” He shrugged.

“Are you in a lot of girls rooms?” You asked teasingly but were dying to know the answer.

“No.” He chuckled. “But I remember from going over to girls houses for group projects and stuff in middle school. Plus, Natasha’s and Wanda’s room always smells good when I walk by. Not that I go around sniffing everyone’s rooms.”

“I’m starting to think you might.” You mumbled out of the corner of your mouth.

“I don’t, I swear. Did you just go shopping?” He laughed and leaned against your desk. You sucked in a sharp breath over the close proximity and nodded your head.

“I did. But I didn’t get anything exciting.”

“What do you mean? This looks very exciting. What is this?” Peter asked as he held up a fluffy headband with a large bow at the front.

“A headband to keep my hair out of my face when I wash it.”

“Oh. I thought it was a giant scrunchie. Or a really small tube top.” Peter pursed his lips as he turned the headband over in his hands to try and understand it.

“No. Neither.” You laughed shyly as you watched him touch your things.

“What’s this thing?” He asked and held up your heartless curls rod.

“It’s for heartless curls.” You replied, making Peter look at you in confusion.

“You know. Curling your hair. With no heat.”

“This tiny pool noodle curls your hair?” Peter asked in disbelief and held up the limp rod.

“Yes. You wrap it around this and sleep in it. Then you wake up with curly hair.” You explained and wrapped a strand of your hair around it to demonstrate.

“Okay. I’m getting closer to understanding. What role does this thing play in all of that that?” Peter asked as he picked up a claw clip from your desk and opened it a few times.

“You use this to clip the rod onto your head while you wrap your hair.” You informed him.

“Wow. Sometimes I feel like girls live in an entirely different secret world than boys. Like, I just put water in my hair and say I’m ready. But you guys have all these fun fancy contraptions.” He smiled as he played with a scrunchie on your desk.

“Yeah. I guess it is kinda fun.” You shrugged as you looked at all the silly contraptions laid out in your desk.

“Woah. What’s this thing?” Peter gasped and picked up your jade roller that was still in the package.

“It’s called a jade roller.”

“You’re gonna have to explain.” He said and looked to you for help.

“I haven’t tried it yet but basically you put it in the refrigerator and then roll it on your face to decrease puffiness in the morning.” You explained as you took it out of the box.

“And it works?”

“I don’t know. But it feels good.” You shrugged and rolled it up and down your cheek.

“I can’t imagine that medieval looking thing feeling good.” Peter mumbled.

“It does. Come here.” You beckoned him with your finger and he leaned down closer to your face. You smiled timidly at him as you rolled it up and down his face.

“See? It feels nice, right?” You asked in a soft voice.

“I’ve never experienced this feeling before.” Peter said and closed his eyes peacefully.

“You should get one.” You chuckled and rolled it on his forehead.

“I don’t know. Mr. Stark already made fun of me for my Lana Del Ray poster. If he sees this in my room he might think I’m a little weirdo.”

“Who cares what he thinks? He has a “nail girl” for his weekly manicures and pedicures. And I think it’s attractive when a guy cares about his hygiene. Which says a lot about my standards now that I say that out loud.” You realized and thought about that for a minute.

“Maybe I will get one then. Because I care about my hygiene. A lot. More than the other guys you know, I bet.” Peter bragged, making you laugh.

“I would not have a hard time believing that.” You answered honestly.

“Why do you need all this stuff anyway? You’re so pretty.” Peter asked as he gestured to all the things on your desk. Guy cracked a smile at his casual compliment but didn’t make a big deal out of it.

“It guess it’s like you said. It’s fun. I like using these things when I’m having quiet time by myself.”

“I like that. That’s something new I just learned about you. I also didn’t know your last name until right now.” Peter tapped a school paper on your desk that said your full name. You laughed as he stood up and headed towards your door. The moment was ending but it was the first time you really talked to Peter one on one in that way so you still took it as a win.

“Seriously. Something smells really good in here.” He said from your doorway.

“I think I smell it too now. Maybe somethings in the air.” You smiled shyly.

“Must be.” He smirked. “Goodnight, L/n.”

“Goodnight, Parker.” You called after him. Once he was gone, you stayed looking at the doorway with a starstruck smile on your face. You didn’t know what prompted Peter to talk to you all of the sudden but you were thankful to whatever it was.

The next day, you went downstairs for breakfast and found Natasha and Wanda in the kitchen. You stopped to talk to them for a minute as you finished rubbing your body cream onto your elbows.

“Ooo. You smell good. What is that?” Natasha asked you.

“It’s a body cream from that brand Sol De Janeiro. I’ve never used it before but it had good reviews.” You told her as you smelled your wrist to catch the scent again.

“Wow. It’s really nice.” She sniffed you again. “You smell like how Moana feels to watch.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. “But when did you watch Moana?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of luxury sunblock or every flower scented candle at Yankee Candle at once.” Wanda added.

“That description also works, thank you.” You nodded in agreement.

“That reminds me.” Natasha began. “I need to get a new perfume. I’ve become totally nose blind to mine and I can never tell-“

“Hey guys. Mmm. Something smells good. What is that?” Peter burst into the room suddenly full of energy while loudly sniffing the air. You smiled and waved at him and he immediately went over to you.

“It’s this one.” Wanda said and pointed to you. Peter put his hand on your back and stepped closer to you to taken whiff.

“Oh, yeah. It is you. You smell amazing.” He told you.

“Oh, thank you.” You laughed shyly. “It’s just my body cream.”

“God damn. It smells so good.” Peter gushed. “I’ve never smelled anything like that. What’s it called?”

“Um, I’m not sure. I could find out and tell you, though.” You offered.

“Yeah, sure. I probably wouldn’t use it because it smells like a woman angel that turned into a vanilla bean but I wouldn’t keep a jar around just to sniff. It smells amazing.” He insisted and moved close to you to inhale again.

“So you’ve said.” Natasha snorted and gave you a look. You gave her a confused look as Peter put his hands on your hips and nose right on your shoulder to smell you.

“Sorry. I just really love that scent. It makes me feel like that scene in Ratatouille.” Peter said.

“What scene?” You looked over your shoulder to ask him and tried not to scream over how he was holding you.

“When that guy eats the ratatouille.” He said simply. “Holy shit, L/n. You smell like a flower that was dipped in crystallized sugar and then rolled in fairy dust. I could smell you all day.”

Just then, Tony walked by and saw how close Peter was to you. He frowned when he heard Peter sniffing loudly and rolled up the magazine in his hand.

“Down boy. Bad. Off of her.” Tony said as he smacked Peter with the magazine.

“But she smells so good.” Peter whined.

“No. Bad. Bad boy.” Tony shook his head and continued hitting Peter with the magazine.

“Fine.” Peter grumbled. “Bye.”

“Bye.” You waved to him as he left the room. Once you were alone with the girls again, they looked at you with raised eyebrows.

“What?” You wondered.

“How long has that been going on?” Wanda asked you.

“How long has what been going on?”

“You and Peter.” Natasha replied.

“What? There’s nothing going on between me and Peter.” You forced a laugh and looked to the side.

“Well he clearly wants there to be something. I have not seen a boy that down bad since high school. Wait, how old are you guys again? 14?” Wanda asked.

“22.” You corrected. “And Peter is not down bad for me. I’m pretty sure he likes this girl from his school.”

“What’s her name?” Natasha asked.

“Liz.” You answered immediately. “I mean, I don’t know. Who cares?”

“Oh, so the crush is mutual?” Wanda nodded in understating.

“No. Nothing is mutual.” You scoffed. “This isn’t liberty.”

“Oh, you have it so bad.” Natasha laughed at how flustered you were getting.

“Nuh uh. Maybe you like Peter and you’re trying to deflect. Ever think about that?” You asked her.

“Right. I like a middle schooler who cries to Lana Del Ray on weeknights.” She answered sarcastically.

“She has very moving music.” You defended him.

“I think it’s cute that you guys like each other.” Wanda said. “And it makes total sense for you to be together. You’re the same age and have a similar lifestyle. Why not tell him how you feel?”

“Because I don’t like him.” You insisted. “And he doesn’t like me.”

“If he doesn’t like you then why was he just using you like a scratch and sniff?” Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe he just likes to sniff things.” You shrugged. “Maybe that’s his thing.”

“Or maybe you’re his thing.” Natasha replied.

“Do you really think he likes me?” You asked them hopefully.

“I always kinda thought he did.” Wanda admitted. “And After that disturbing encounter, there’s no doubt in my mind. He’s definitely into you.”

“Hm.” You hummed and thought about it. You’d always had a secret crush on him and he had no idea so maybe it was possible that he felt the same way about you without you ever realizing.

You spent the day thinking about what the girls had said. Your thinking was interrupted when Peter returned to your room that night and took a whiff of the air.

“Mm. Smells good in here.” He noted.

“I have a candle on. I mean, lit.” You corrected yourself and pointed to your candle.

“Don’t knock it over and burn your room down. That happened to Brittany Spears, you know.”

“Oh, I know.” You insisted. “I watch all the videos of her spinning in her living room.”

“Same.” He laughed. “What are you doing right now?”

“Nothing. Why?”

“I was gonna go grab food. Would you want to-“

“Yes.” You said immediately. You felt embarrassed for answering so fast but Peter didn’t seem to mind.

“Cool. Let’s go.” He said and nodded towards the door.

Thirty minutes later, you were sitting on a bench outside of Delmar’s with sandwiches and bottles of ice tea. Peter picked the place and you followed his lead when ordering because he seemed like a regular.

“And why is it flat?” You asked him as he held up his squished sandwich.

“Because it tastes better the flatter it is, duh. Try it.” He insisted and gestured to your squished sandwich. You gave him a skeptical look before giving it a bite.

“Okay. You might be on to something.” You admitted once you had swallowed.

“Thank you. Every few years my brain lets me have one good idea.” Peter said as he happily chewed his sandwich.

“What was the good idea before this one?”

“Chips in my sandwich.”

“I see. And are these ideas always sandwich related?” You chuckled.

“Wait.” He gasped. “Yeah. They are.”

“Maybe it’s a sign. Maybe you’re a natural born sandwich maker.” You shrugged.

“Maybe I’m Jersey Mike.” He gasped even louder, making you laugh. People were looking but you were too excited to be there with him to care.

“I was gonna say you’re Jared from Subway but I think he’s a pedophile or something.” You told him.

“What? No way.” Peter scoffed and pulled out his phone to google it.

“Oh damn. You’re right.” He realized. “Wow. Even Jared from Subway is a bad guy? Is no one safe?”.

“I mean, you could really say any male celebrities name and there’s like a 50% chance he has charges against him.” You shrugged.

“That’s so true. My record is clean, by the way.” Peter told you. “Until my identity gets revealed. Then I’m looking at a lifetime of property damages and breaking and entering charges.”

“Oh, for me too. I have trespassed more times than I’ve actually been invited somewhere.” You answered. Peter laughed and then looked at you fondly for a minute. You grew self conscious under his gaze and nervously cleared your throat.

“I’m sorry. I keep getting distracted by your perfume.” He admitted. “I can’t get over how good it smells. You smell like the freaking sugarplum fairy.”

“Thank you. You smell good too.” You complicated and nudged him a little.

“That’s because I stole some of Mr. Starks super expensive cologne before we left. He called me to his room once just to show me the price tag on it. I thought it was his social security number at first. And the bottle is so small. I thought it was stupid to spend so much on such a tiny bottle but now that I’m wearing it I feel like I really want to fire someone.”

“I can’t say I’ve ever felt that feeling.”

“Me either. Until today. I smell like a whole different tax bracket right now and I don’t know if I can go back to my Axe Dark Temptation spray. I don’t want to smell like the bourgeois anymore.”

“Thats so funny.” You chuckled. “Do you always take his cologne?”

“Never. Just for today because I knew I was gonna ask you to hang out.” He said before taking a bite. You paused and sat with the implication that he did something just to impress you.

“I’m flattered to know you stole for me.” You said with a coy smile.

“Well you always smell amazing so I didn’t want you to think you were hanging out with some stinky rat.” Peter explained.

“I would never say that about you. I must say, you’re the best smelling rat I’ve been around.”

“Since we live in New York, I’m taking that as a compliment and letting it inflate my ego.” Peter warned you.

“Your ego must be pretty big already though, right? If I was a guy your age who looked like you did and could do the things you can do, I’d be super annoying about it. Like, raise my hand in class using two fingers and ask a question that’s just a roundabout way to show off how intelligent I am kind of annoying.”

“Looks like me? Can you elaborate on that, please, miss?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

“You know.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Giant muscles. Giant brown eyes. I don’t know much about spiders but giant something else, I’m guessing. That spider bite served you well.”

“Stop. I’m shy.” Peter laughed and covered his face with his hands

“Come on.” You groaned. “You have to know you’re cute.”

“My aunt says I’m a handsome little lad.” He said and batted his eyelashes to make you laugh.

“She’s right.” You laughed. “But seriously. If my arms looked like that I’d only wear tight white shirts and ridiculously skinny jeans. And obviously slick my hair back like a Greaser. A full Soda Pop Curtis, if you will.”

“Oh, so you’re an Outsiders fan? This is me trying to maintain a regular conversation while hoping my heart rate returns to normal after being bombarded with compliments, by the way.” Peter said with a rosy blush on his face.

“I love The Outsiders. I’m still chasing the high I felt when my teacher played the movie for us in 5th grade and Soda Pop came out of the shower in the beginning. I think all the girls in that room remember that moment. I haven’t felt that way since.”

“Really? Never?”

“Maybe once or twice.” You smiled fondly at him.

“Well, to answer your question, I am actually a total loser at school and have an ego the size of a walnut. No one knows I can do the things I can do so I’m just another goofy goober on campus.”

“How can you saw you’re a goober when you’ve probably saved the life of every person in your school? More than once I might add.”

“Because I didn’t do that stuff. Spiderman did.” He explained. “When I’m on campus, I’m just me. It’s the only way to protect my identity. I have to let all the credit go to someone else.”

“Okay, I get not taking credit to remain humble and anonymous and what not, but what about all the other cool stuff you can do? I’ve seen you move a refrigerator with ease and casually run a mile without breaking a sweat. How do you resist the urge to show off all the time?”

“Because I wasn’t some sports star before I was bitten so it would be highly suspicious if I showed up one day and started dunking on everyone and breaking their ankles and third sports term. I only want to use my abilities to help people. Not to get popular.” He shrugged. As he spoke, you felt your crush on him turned into full blown infactuation. You’d always liked him from afar but now that you were getting to know him, he was even better than you thought.

“You’re better than me. I’d be doing backflips down the hallway and climbing on the walls. And if I got in trouble, I’d just be like “remember when New York wasn’t taken over by aliens? You’re welcome, bitch.” And then I’d swing away and probably kiss a cheerleader. Maybe even two.” You told him.

“Uh uh. My powers have definitely not gotten me any kisses from cheerleaders.” He laughed and shook his head.

“So you don’t have a girlfriend or anything?” You asked and couldn’t help but smile.

“No. My roster is empty. And I wish I could blame that on the Spiderman stuff but I can’t. I’ve never been lucky in that department.”

“I don’t understand that. You’re so…” You trailed off when you realized you were about to say too much. Peter looked at you with a coy smile and raised his eyebrows.

“So?” He asked.

“So annoying.” You insisted. “And ugly, actually.”

Luckily, he understood that you were saying the opposite of what you meant and smiled in appreciation.

“What about you? You must have a boyfriend and 10 guys lined up ready to take his place the second he falters, right?”

“11 guys.” You corrected.

“Damn. I’m sorry. I should’ve known.” He said and held up his hands in defense.

“It’s okay. How could you have known? But, um, no. No boyfriend.” You told him and watched carefully for a reaction.

“So you don’t like anyone at your school?”

“Not at school, no.”

“Oh. So there is someone.” He smirked.

“There may or may not be a boy. But he likes someone else so it doesn’t even matter.” You waved your hand in dismissal.

“Does he know you like him?” Peter asked. Your knees and elbows were touching as you sat together on that bench. You couldn’t help but notice he had gotten closer and closer as you talked.

“No.” You replied as you stared into Peter’s eyes.

“That’s obviously why he likes someone else.” Peter insisted. “I guarantee that if he knew he had a chance with you, he’d forget all about that other girl.”

“I don’t know. Do you really think that?” You asked skeptically.

“Definitely. He’d be crazy not to go for someone so…” He trailed off to give you a taste of your own medicine.

“So?” You shook his arm to urge him to continue.

“Ugly.” He replied. “Really, really ugly. Not pretty at all. Definitely not funny or charming. And a stinky rat. And ugly, if I didn’t mention that before. Ghoul like, even.”

“Thank you.” You smiled warmly, knowing he meant the opposite of what he was saying.

“You’re very welcome.” He smiled back. “So when are we doing this again?”

You did it again the next night, this time at a food truck you liked, and then a few days after that. That’s when Peter started giving you his weekends. You started hanging out more and more and grew to be close friends in just a short time. You lived at home during the week and could look forward to Peter’s almost nightly visits while he was on parol just to sit in your window and talk to you. He was so so consistent that you started leaving your bedroom door open just for him.

“I’m here. Don’t be naked.” Peter said as he climbed through your window one evening.

“I just got out of the shower. What if I was naked? Then what?” You asked as you rubbed your body cream into your skin.

“Then we’d have a funny story to tell at parties.” He said as he pulled his mask off. You couldn’t help but smile at the way his messy curls stood up on his head.

“Oh yeah? And what’s so funny about me being naked?” You teased him as you squeezed the excess water out of your hair with a towel.

“That’s not the funny part. The funny part would have been when my eyes sprang out from my head on slinkies and made an audible “boing-oing-oing” sound. Right before my head exploded and left a smoking stump on my neck.” Peter told you, making you playfully roll your eyes.

“Oh wow. Very Tom and Jerry of you.” You chuckled.

“A full Tom and Jerry. The only thing missing would be the little blue birds and or angles flying around my head but I didn’t say that one because it’s typically reserved for traumatic head injuries.”

“You’re stupid.” You laughed and shook your head endearingly at him. Peter smiled back at you

“You’re stupid.” He chuckled. “You smell good.”

You really liked being friends with Peter. The more time you spent with Peter, the more you found you could talk to him about anything. He seemed so interested in every little thing you said. You worried your crush suddenly taking an extreme interest in you might be too good to be true, so you were determined to enjoy it while it lasted. And do far, it had lasted two months.

“Hey you two. Are you gonna be hungry…” Tony trailed off when he assessed the situation in front of him. You and Peter turned your heads when you heard Peter’s bedroom door open, giving Tony a full view of the green face masks you had covering your faces. You were sitting on Peter’s bed and applying masks to each others faces so your hands were full of the green goop as well. Tony looked back and forth between the two of you for a minute but eyes kept returning to the giant pink bow headband Peter had on to hold his hair back.

“Oh.” Tony nodded. “Hm. Okay.”

“Hi Mr. Stark.” Peter waved.

“I was gonna ask if you guys were hungry. But now I don’t know how to feel.” Tony said with a blank expression.

“We’re okay. We door dashed some food. Thank you, though.” You replied.

“No problem. Try not to have too much fun, ladies.” Tony snickered and closed the door.

“He doesn’t get us.” Peter rolled his eyes and smeared some of the face mask across your forehead. You smiled at the mention of “us” and stared into his eyes.

“He wishes he was gonna have clarified skin and minimized pores in 45 minutes.” You agreed.

“45 minutes? Oh shit. We should’ve brought snacks.”

“I can go grab some. I need to pee anyway.” You told him and hoped off his bed. You hit up the kitchen after the bathroom and raised the refrigerator for some snacks. When you shut the refrigerator door, Natasha was standing there watching you.

“So. Having another stay at home date with Peter?” She asked and pointed to your face mask.

“It’s not a date.” You rolled your eyes. “We’re just two friends hanging out.”

“Right. And do you share clothes with all of your friends or just the ones you don’t have feelings for?” She asked sarcastically.

“He wasn’t wearing my pants that day, okay?” You sighed. “He just asked me to embroider little molecules into his jeans and then wanted me to sign my name. Which is very normal for two friends to do.”

“So that’s not his sweatshirt you have on now?” Natasha asked and pointed to the Museum of Natural History hoodie you had on.

“It is. But-“

“But. Mm hm, yeah?” She cut you off with sarcastic interest in her voice.

“Yes, but.” You stated. “It’s too small on him now that the bite made him all big and muscly. But his uncle bought it for him and it was too sentimental to throw away so he let me have it.”

“Oh. So he gave you an article of clothing that his dead uncle gave to him? That’s very platonic of him.” Natasha said before cracking a smile.

“I don’t know what you’re implying.” You played dumb.

“I’m implying that you two are dating but pretending you’re not.”

“What?” You forced a laugh. “We are not dating.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re not fooling anyone with that. Why don’t you just call a spade a spade and make out already?”

“Because it’s not a spade. Your mom’s a spade. We’re just friends.” You insisted and felt glad your face mask was covering up your embarrassed blush.

You went back to Peter’s room with the snacks and pushed Natasha’s comments from your mind. Peter could tell that something was bothering but he didn’t push it.

You spent the next few nights at home but headed back to the tower to spend the weekend. You knew Peter would be arriving later that night so you got ready in your room while you waited. You scrolled on your phone while you did your makeup and came across an article on the body cream you’d been wearing lately. You started to read it but got distracted by the sound of people in the downstairs. You left your room and took the elevator down to see if it was Peter, but found Wanda and Natasha instead.

“Oh, hey. I was just telling Nat I got that cream you told us about. It just smelled so good on you.” Wanda told you.

“Did you? Tell me what you think of it. It works really well but I think I have to stop wearing it. I was just reading online that apparently it attracts….” You trailed off and pulled out your phone to show Wanda the article. You got distracted by a text from Peter telling you that he had arrived. You furrowed your eyebrows and stared at the text as things started to make sense in your head.

“Attracts what?” Wanda asked you. You looked up to answer her but got distracted by Peter walking in.

“Spiders.” You told her as you stared at Peter.

“Hey, Y/n.” Peter greeted with a smile. “Come with me up to the roof. I have something to show you.”

Peter took your hand and started pulling you towards the elevators. You were still lost in thought but regained composure enough to look at the girls while you were being pulled away.

When you got to the roof, the sun was just beginning to sink into the city skyline, making for a peaceful atmosphere. There were some snacks set out and a sheet you recognized from Peter’s room.

“What’s this?” You turned to him to ask. He was already staring at you and watching carefully for a reaction.

“You said you’d been so busy with homework lately that you don’t even realize when it becomes night so I thought we could take a mental break together and watch the sunset.” Peter explained with a sheepish smile. You lit up when you heard his plan and forgot all about the article.

“You planned this for me?”

“I didn’t want you to work yourself to death. You’re gonna do fine on your finals. You’re the smartest person I know. Other than, like, the two super genius’s I know. But you’re definitely up there.” He assured you. You broke into a smile and threw your arms around him to thank him. He stumbled back a little a before wrapping his arms around you and hugging you back.

“Thanks, Peter. This is really sweet.” You said and pulled away just enough to look at him. You stayed with your arms wrapped around each other as the sun began to set around you.

“You’re very welcome.” He said with a fond smile. You stared into his eyes and felt his magnetic force pulling you towards him. Peter’s eyes dropped down to your lips before a rosy blush covered his face. You couldn’t believe what was about to happen was actually happening. He started to lean in and cracked a smile just before your lips could touch.

“God, you smell amazing.” He whispered to you. You snapped out of your trance and took a step back from him.

“Oh my God.” You gasped. “I knew it.”

“Wait, what? Knew what?” Peter forced a laugh and tried not to look as disappointed as he felt that the moment had ended.

“You don’t even like me. You’re just attracted to my delicious smelling body cream!” You shouted and pointed an accusatory finger at him.

“Woah, what? I have been accused of so many things but that is truly a first.” Peter said and held up his hands in defense.

“I bet this whole thing was a set up just so that you could sniff me!” You gasped and pointed his picnic.

“What are you even talking about?” He matched your tone and pulled his hair in exasperation. You put your hand over your heart to catch your breath as you looked between him and his setup. Everything made sense now. Peter started talking to you the moment you opened up that jar of body cream. He only wanted to hang out with you once you started wearing it. And as you stood there on the roof with him and realized it never had anything to do with you, you felt gutted.

“I thought…I thought you liked me.” You said in a quiet voice as your face sank with disappointment. Peter turned red all the way to his ears and laughed in embarrassment.

“I do like you.” He said quietly.

“But not for me.” You shook your head. “For the way I smell.”

“What? That’s crazy?” He laughed is dismissal. You rolled up your sleeves and walked back over to him to hold your arm under his nose.

“You like this.” You told him.

“Damn, that smells good.” Peter whispered as he took in your scent.

“See? It’s my body cream. It attracts spider. Whatever is lingering in your DNA from the bite makes you attracted to this specific scent.” You grumbled as you pushed your sleeves back down.

“Huh. That explains why I got a boner in Sephora the other day.” He realized.

“Why were you in Sephora?”

“I was getting us more face masks. I even used your email so you could get the points.”

“You did?” You asked and cracked a smile. Peter looked at you sympathetically and took a step towards you.

“I had a whole night planned for us. I was gonna bring you up here to watch the sunset. And I brought snacks you like. Even disgusting Salt and Vinegar chips.”

“I love those.”

“I know you do, for some odd reason. And once the sun had set, I was gonna go downstairs with you to do the face makes. I got you a panda because you like them and mine looks like Hello Kitty, see?” Peter said and he pulled the masks out of his bag.

“Very impressive selection.”

“I know. Once we had them on, I was gonna tell you that you’re the only person I don’t feel like I need to wear a mask with. Or you’re the only person who makes me feel the way I do when I’m wearing my mask. In parenthesis, my Spiderman mask. Which implies you make me feel invincible. I don’t know. It was gonan be some mask related metaphor that I was hoping would come to me in the moment.”

“Why did you need a mask related metaphor?”

“So I could ease the tension and segway into telling you that I like you.” He admitted with a timid smile.

“You do?” You asked skeptically. Peter nodded his head and put his hands on your shoulders.

“I wouldn’t do all this for you just because I liked the way you smell. And believe me, I love the way you smell. If I could shrink you down using the Honey I Shrunk the Kids machine and shove you up my nose, I would. But I like a million other things about you too that don’t involve the olfactory bulb.”

“Then how come we only started hanging out once I started using the body cream?”

“Okay, I’ll admit, I got a whiff of the body cream and basically floating in the air down the hallway into your room like a cartoon pig being lead to a pie.” Peter prefaced. “But that was just the first time you wore it. It gave me the confidence to ask you to hang out which is something I’d been wanting to do since we met. And once we started hanging out and I learned all these new things about you, I liked you even more. Which I didn’t know was possible because I was already listening to Lana Del Ray and pretending you wrote the songs about me. When you started smelling divine, that was just the icing on an already big cake. I’m talking Cake Boss level size cake that’s mostly made of Rice Krispies and plastic tubes.”

“So now I’m divine? I thought I was ugly and not funny or charming at all.” You teased him as you stepped even closer.

“You’re right. I still find you very unattractive and don’t want to be your boyfriend and l definitely don’t want to kiss you-“

You cut him off by pulling him by the shirt into a kiss. He stopped talking immediately to kiss you back, putting his hands on your face to pull you closer.

“You smell so fucking good.” He growled and pulling you closer by the waist. You giggled against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You and Peter eventually retired to the sheet to watch the rest of the sun set. You laid on his chest and listened to his heart beating while the scent of his cologne filled your nose. You went back downstairs hand in hand once the sky was dark and passed by Wanda in the living room.

“Goodnight, Wanda.” You smiled at her as you and Peter walked by.

“Goodnight.” She replied and waved her fingers. Peter stopped suddenly in his tracks and looked at Wanda.

“Woah.” He smiled. “You smell really good, Wanda. What do you have-“

“Oh, no you don’t.” You cut him off and pulled him by the back of his shirt away from her.

“It’s the cream.” Peter said in defeat. “I’m defenseless to the cream.”

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