#peter parker and reader

[dwindlinghaze]

back at you

(peter parker x reader)

summary: the five times peter stood you up and the one time you did it back.

contents: angst, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending.

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i. empire state building

"hi love!" peter waves at you before sitting down on the bench with his arms around you. "i miss you."

"hi pete," you say back, planting a small kiss on his nose.

"are you free tonight?"

"if i purposely forget about my stoichiometry homework then i am," you grin.

he laughs at your joke, "i want to take you on a date on top of the empire state building. we haven't been on a real date lately and i've been a really terrible boyfriend for that reason so i want to fix things up. so- er what do you say?"

"sure, i'll be there," you answered.

"no, i'll pick you up at six and swing you up there," he insists.

"i've never been swinging in a thin sticky line before. i don't know how to feel about this offer," you make a face.

"come on it'll be fun i promise! just hold on to me and i will make sure you're safe."

"alright," you smile at him under the may spring weather.

when evening came, you were picking out outfits to wear to the date. you don't want it to be too much, because you'll be swinging high up in the air. you picked a comfortable outfit, ready to wait for peter to arrive at your door.

but he didn't come.

fifteen minutes have passed and still- no calls or messages.

you began to worry, thinking he's in a spider-man trouble but you believe in him to know that he will escape any inconveniences because he's smart and agile.

an hour has passed. no calls or texts.

you felt disappointed. you were really looking forward into this because peter's life has been replaced with spider-man lately and you've been replaced by new york city.

thirty minutes later, peter called you, saying he was sorry for not making it.

"hey lovely, i'm sorry. i really am. please forgive me, there's a robbery on the subway and it took me quite sometime to beat them all up," he says breathlessly with the sound of the wind.

"oh yeah that's fine," you say, trying to hide your disappointment but he hears right through it. "are you okay?" you ask him.

even with your disappointment, you still asked him how he is after the fight.

"i'm quite alright. i can pick you up right now and we can head to the empire state building right now."

"pete, i have to finish my stoichiometry homework."

"i will do it for you."

"have you finished it?"

"no," he admits, a beat of silence filling the line.

"well, i will see you tomorrow then. good night."

"good night, i love you, sweets!"

"love you too," you say before ending the call.

ii. ice cream

you met peter two days later, his state more jagged somehow. new bruises and scars on his face. you notice how he now wears long sleeves instead of the normal graphic t-shirt he wore with a science joke screen printed on them.

"hi pete," you reach for him, taking his hand in yours.

peter smiles a lopsided smile.

"i haven't seen you since our supposedly date day," you say, "are you all right?"

"i'm sorry about that," he replies, scratching his nose which made the dried scar torn open. "ugh-"

you pull out a napkin from your bag, folding it before pressing it against his bleeding skin. "who did this to you."

"no one, i just fell while swinging," peter says, kissing your hand that rests in front of his lips.

"this is not a bruise, it looks like someone did this to you," you say.

"let's forget about this okay?" he takes both your hands. "an ice cream date tomorrow?"

"sure," you reply.

"hey you didn't sound too pleased with that," peter remarks.

"i'm just worried pete, what if being spider-man makes you dead?" you say.

"stop, i'm not going anywhere," he assures you as he squeezes your knuckles. "tomorrow at three?"

"three in the morning or evening," you ask jokingly.

"at dawn, sweetheart," peter plays along. "i'll be there tomorrow. meet me at the ice cream shop okay?"

"i will," you agree. "let's go home, it's getting late."

"i'll walk you home," peter insists, throwing his arms around your shoulders.

as the two of you walked home, peter's spidey tingles were tingling. he ignores it at first but then sirens came so he looks at you sadly. you nod, urging him to help the police.

"i'm sorry love, please text me when you get home. i love you," he yells as he disappears behind an alleyway.

"bye, i love you too," you whisper, starting to walk back home.

the next day came and you are now sitting on a booth inside the ice cream shop. the time is now three o'clock sharp and you are waiting for your boyfriend to walk through the door. your eyes are glued to the street outside, wishing every person passing by is peter parker.

three thirty, and still no peter. the waitress asks you for your order but you decline it, saying that you're supposed to be meeting someone.

three fourty five, still no peter. you wonder how pathetic you look sitting here in the warm dim light alone surrounded by sweet couples.

you start to worry about him, then you start to question yourself on why you're here alone. peter was supposed to be here forty five minutes ago. he was supposed to be here sipping milkshake and inhaling mint leaves to make you laugh.

you fumble with your fingers, heart tripping and falling with no safety net.

the waitress you talked to earlier came with a tray of strawberry ice cream with a sympathetic look on her face. "here, for free. if you were a cartoon character, there'll be a cumulonimbus cloud hovering over your head," she says, pushing the tray to you.

"oh thanks," you say tiredly, "you don't have to y'know, think i'll be leaving soon anyways."

"it's fine. my manager wouldn't be happy to see someone sitting here without ordering any of our menus," she declares.

"but you said it's for free?," you say.

"she wouldn't know. it's a gift for me to you because clearly your 'someone' is supposed to be here but they aren't. hope this makes it up."

"thank you, dorothy," you read off of her name tag.

four fifteen, still no sign of peter but the tv above the counter was showing a scene of spider-man fighting a criminal on top of a roof high up.

you sigh, eyes shooting bullets at the tv screen.

you pack your belongings before heading back to your home. once again, peter stood you up.

"oh my god," you screamed when you heard a crash behind you. you reluctantly turned around, only to see peter on the ground with his hair messy and unruly. "are you fine?"

peter stands up, shaking the dusts off of him. "love i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'm-"

"peter, it's fine," you put on a smile, even though your intonation screams disappointment.

"it's not, just because you're smiling doesn't mean i didn't mess up," he says apologetically.

"you have your duties. i can't force you to throw it away like how you do your chores."

"don't make jokes now," peter sighs, "are you still up for it? i'll buy you every menu in there."

"i'm tired. i've been sitting inside there for over an hour i just want to go home," you admit.

"at least let me walk you home," peter insists once more.

"okay.." you start to walk away down the block.

"i'm sorry, honey. please forgive me! how about we move this to tomorrow?" he asks.

"i don't think you'll like it there," you say.

"hmm? why's that."

"because i think i fell for the waitress that was there," you try to joke around to make him feel less guilty. he already has so much on his shoulders and you don't want to be one of his baggages too.

"who? i'm not letting a stranger take you away from me," peter makes a salty face.

"secret," you giggle. peter takes your face between his hands before planting sloppy kisses around your face.

now it's like everything is perfect. peter kissing you under the sparkling lights of new york's buildings on the sidewalk.

iii. star wars marathon

"ah y/n hi sweetheart!" aunt may opens the door to greet you. "peter told me you were coming over for movies"

"hi aunt may, is he here?" you ask her as you take off your jacket and put it on the rack.

"i thought he was coming with you?"

"oh yeah! i was supposed to meet him at the skatepark but he told me to go here first," you cover up for him. peter hasn't told may about spider-man yet and you want to keep him out of trouble.

"oh alright, have you eaten dinner?" may asks.

"i'll wait for peter first, aunt may, thank you."

"you can wait upstairs, peter wouldn't mind," aunt may offers.

"i know," you smile at her before coming up the stair to his room.

you opened his bedroom door, taking in the surroundings. his room is extremely messy. like a wrecked ship. you climb up his bed, making yourself comfortable on his bedsheets.

it has been hours since you arrived and peter still wasn't here. he was taking so long to the point where you feel asleep in his bed.

you felt sick in your stomach. all you ever hope for is peter's safety out there.

you woke up when a crash was heard from his fire escape. your body jolt up, your full attention is now on his fire escape.

"oh y/n! i forgot about our movie date!" peter say once he saw your face. "i'm so sorry, please believe me. i was looking forward to it but i i got carried away! oh s-"

"pete, come here," you say sternly.

peter freezes, looking at you like a deer in headlights. he is ready for your scolding as he walks over to you but his thoughts were quickly pushed away when you rub his arms tenderly.

"what happened, darling?"

"nothing too bad," he lets out a breathy laugh. "you should see the other guy."

"no i don't want to see whoever did this to you," you say in disbelief. "stay here, i'll help you with these," you point to his new scars.

"i have super healing, it's fine, love," he assures. "just come here please. let's watch star wars together."

"um i think it's getting too late," you say much to peter's disappointment.

"what do you mean? it's only eight thirty, we can watch one movie!" he starts to replace his suit into his pajamas, ready to watch with you.

"i have to get home, my mom needs me to... uh wash her dishes," you tell him. it's not that you didn't want to watch with him. you're too moody and upset to be around him for now.

he has been absent for dates three times in a row and you feel like you were fighting alone.

you left peter alone in the bed. you can practically feel his melancholia floating through the air.

"hey aunt may, i'll be going now," you bid goodbye to her.

"oh goodbye sweetie," she says. "make sure you get home safe alright? peter should walk you home!"

"that won't be needed, i'm fine aunt may."

"all right," may smiles warmly at you despite the cold air of the night.

when you arrived home, peter has sent you twenty five messages in a row. each of them being

'i'm sorry'

'please answer me, love'

'get back to me when you're home safely."

'pls get home safe'

'i love you'

and those messages over and over again.

iv. science laboratory

since that day, peter calls you over and over agin wishing you'd pick up. and you did.

you answered his call only for him to say that he was sorry and he's going to plan a date again.

you were tired of him asking you for dates and ended up being alone. you rejected his offer, saying that you have some family stuff so you won't be able to make it.

and peter knows

he knows that you're upset he has been leaving you alone on dates.

so the only time left for him with you is for the lab homework. you two are lab partners and you had suggested to do it in your house.

firstly because you don't want to walk home alone in the dark, and secondly, you don't want to lie to aunt may again. knowing that one way or another, peter will probably get home late.

you sat on your sofa, waiting for him to knock on the door. you place out the text books on the tables, set out glasses of water, take out some snacks from your fridge. and peter is not even here.

waiting for him has got you tired so you decided to do the work done yourself.

you already got most of the answers required then peter shows up; drenched in sweat and blood at your window.

you heard the tapping from below and immediately sprint upstairs, knowing it is peter.

"hey, uh i'm sorry," he winces as he steps inside your bedroom.

"hey pete, it's fine," you say, trying to assure him. "come in, let me fix you up."

peter nods, letting you take care of him. "you sound tired," he points. "are you alright, love?"

"that question should be asked to you!" you reply. "okay, here, just sit in my bed, it's fine."

peter does as you say, "sorry about this," he waves his fingers at himself with a bitter laugh. "and also our lab work. sorry."

"it's fine," you say again as you wipe the blood off his face gently. "i've done the work, most of it. you can finish the rest."

"what?" peter asks wide eye. "i- i was supposed to do that with you!"

"pete, calm down. i will let you finish the rest here. you look terrible."

"huh," he breathes. "nothing too bad."

"are you sure you could still do the lab homework?" you say, worried.

"yes love i am capable," he puts on a convincing grin.

"okay..."

peter starts to do the work while you rub his back soothingly. "if you're tired, that's fine. take a nap in my room."

"no i'm not," peter scrunches his nose, eyes squeezing shut.

"okay..." you continue.

v. chocolate cups

that night, peter has asked you to go on a date. and you didn't have the heart to reject him in such state.

the way he smiles when you said yes can melt every butter in the world.

he planned to go to the new chocolate themed place. from the advertisements, it shows to be an ideal date place for a romantic relationship.

you waited there, on the front. waiting for him. you actually has hope this time of peter showing up.

the place was cute and warm. displaying an unreal scenery. you saw couples walking in and you smile at them discreetly. they looked incredibly happy and in love. you can't wait for peter to get here so you can have the same happiness as they do.

you stand there, in the middle of the porch. he is already thirty minutes late. you see pity looks sent to you by people around. but still had hope.

but as each second passes, your faith in him was fading. you didn't know if new york really hates you or it's just a coincidence that whenever you and peter were supposed to be on a date, the city will have something coming up.

you decide that your waiting was too long so you come home. it was humiliating to say the least. the way other people looks so happy while you were feeling crestfallen.

those pity looks didn't make anything better either.

although you understand peter, being spider-man is hard. you have to constantly push your personal life aside to save the whole city from dangers.

a part of you wishes he didn't push you aside like his other things.

vi. the one time

days after, when you are calmed down from that upsetting and humiliating day, peter told you about this dinner place that he was looking forward to trying.

he knows you love culinary and this was perfect for the both of you.

you agree to going there with him, making a promise to be there.

he promised whatever happens in the city, he's sure it's nothing the police can't control.

the day came and you we're fighting your own mind about going or not.

you believe in peter. he's your boyfriend. he does not break promises. but there's always something coming up in evenings like these.

there's always something avoiding you two to be together.

so with the conclusion, you stayed at home.

peter on the other hand was worrying on the table he rsvp-ed. not only you haven't arrived yet but also you weren't answering his calls.

the worst possible scenarios come to his head. clouding up his thought in a fog of bad dreams.

he does think that he deserves this. having the humiliating feeling of when your significant other didn't show up on a date, in a room full of tenths of people with their pitiful eyes.

he couldn't wait no more so he goes straight to your home, hoping that you were there.

it was raining heavily, his neat shirt that you had given was soaked. his hair is dirty with mud and dirt.

and you are. you were reading a book in the dim lit bedroom. he knocks on your window hastily, hoping that you can hear him outside in the rain.

"peter?" you spoke. making your way to your window, the sight that flashes before you was unexpected.

you didn't think peter would actually show up so saving your energy by staying at home and get 'sorry' messages were expected. but not this.

"peter what are you doing?"

"did you forgot?" peter asks sadly, shivering from the cold rain.

"about our dinner?"

"...yes."

"i just thought you wouldn't show up. and i don't want to be in a situation like our previous date plans," you admit, feeling guilty.

"we made a promise, didn't we?"

"yes, pete. i'm sorry. i'm just so tired of standing alone in a room. i'm not going to let that happen to me anymore. i thought something was going to come up because that's what happens in our date. every one of them."

"but we promised. you didn't trust me enough to keep my promise?" peter asks, heartbroken by the thought.

"no! that's not what i'm implying. you always put new york's happiness above mine and i just- i don't know. doesn't seem fair. new york has its own police, government, and what not but you are my boyfriend. my best friend. i miss being with you. like actually being with you."

"love, i didn't realise how much i've been pushing you aside for this city. and you're right. i am your boyfriend and i'm supposed to make you happy- not neglected. i'm sorry."

"yeah,"

"yeah, and from now on i will balance peter parker and spider-man. just call me if you need me, and i'll show you just how much i care about you. more than anything."

"even new york?"

"yes!" peter exclaims. "i guess we're even."

"no, you stood me up five times. and i only did it once!" you joke.

"well that's true," peter says bitterly.

"pete, i'm only joking. i'm happy you're here," you say.

"you told me you missed me. and i do too. so why don't we spend time together. like, right now?" peter suggests.

"yes we can."

"movies?"

"star wars marathon?"

"i'll get the snacks."

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Choices. 1

One: It Has Always Been Her

Peter Parker x reader series

Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.

Warnings: Pure Angst!, some descriptions of sex (+18), swearing, mentions of death.

w/c: 4.2k +

a/n: First chapter of this series. I hope you enjoy it and by "enjoyt it" I mean, cry with me, lol. Likes, reblogs and comments are much appreciate it as always. If you want to be added to my permanent tags there's a link on my masterlist and if you just want to be added for this series tag list you can leave a comment. Gif not mine

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"Can I come in?" he asks with his hands in his pockets.

"I don't think that's a good idea" you deny. Your voice comes out in what is little more than a whisper.

"Y/n... please, I just want to talk" he pleads. His gaze is as pleading as a puppy's when he sees that you only have one bite left and you haven't given him any yet.

"I think I need time" you say without looking at him.

~How did I get to this place?~, you wonder. ~How did it all end up so fucked up?~

Maybe we should rewind it so we can understand.

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- 8 months earlier -

Second semester of college. You're a nervous wreck, how will your classes be this semester, will you be able to understand everything you need to?

Anxiety invading your body like thousands of electric currents flowing through you. You can calm them, but you can't get rid of them. They are part of you, your anxiety is just trying to keep you safe after all.

You look at the small piece of paper in your hands, it's the only thing you had on hand at the time to write down the room number of your classes after asking the secretary. Of course it was more of a scribble than anything else. The lady was in a hurry, after all.

"Excuse me" you walk up to what appears to be your classroom and there is nothing but a boy sitting in the back. "Sorry, sorry to bother you" you bite your lip, the boy looks up somewhat sheepishly and watches you. "Is this Mr. Anderson's class?" you ask at last.

"You're in the right place" he nods with the warmest, friendliest smile you've ever seen.

Slowly the room begins to fill up, you try to make your way through but fail miserably. It's a buffalo onslaught and you're just a little bunny. The chairs fill up, there aren't many empty seats.

Your eyes meet his again, he's watching you. He tries to tell you something and that's when you see him point to his backpack on the chair next to him. He's saving you a seat.

Your heart slows down, all means you already have a place to sit.

You walk over to him and carefully sit down as he removes his backpack.

"I appreciate it very much, you saved my education" you try to break the ice the only way you know how, by making a little joke.

Luckily his sense of humor is just as strange and you manage to get a chuckle out of him.

"I'm glad I did..." he pauses, waiting for you to tell him your name.

"Y/n, I'm Y/n Y/l/n" you extend your hand in greeting and he takes it without hesitation.

"Peter Parker" The smile never leaves his mouth.

Deep down inside you know you should have met him.... You were never one to believe in coincidences, but you did believe in fate.

Even if this could be your place of peace and your downfall at the same time.

- 7 months earlier -

"You can't tell me you've never seen the star wars movies" Peter denies, a rebellious curl decides down his forehead and distracts you for a second.

That thing he told you about him not being popular at school was hard to believe. Peter was the most interesting, kind, simple, honest and tender person you've ever met. Not to mention that his little freckles, deep-set eyes, chocolate hair and Greek God body made it even more difficult to believe.

You knew he'd had a girlfriend. However, Peter always avoided the subject. He would say that he had broken up with her because they would go to different colleges but only that. You knew it wasn't a subject you should bring up, not if you didn't want Peter's mood to change at the drop of a hat. Not in a bad way, just like his energy would suddenly go out.

"Well you can show them to me now, can't you?" you bite the end of your pen. You were supposed to be 'studying'. To be honest, it was hard for you to concentrate when he was looking at you with that cute smile.

"I think so..." He nods slightly. "Surely you don't want to keep studying?"

"Pretty sure, that's not the only reason I invited you over" You avoid his gaze and a pink tint covers your cheeks. You're embarrassed and Peter knows it. He can hear your heartbeat racing. That would matter to him if it weren't for the fact that his is the same.

"Then let's watch the first movie" He nods. "I like spending time with you."

Your heart melted... Oh, if only you'd left it in the freezer.

- 6 months earlier -

You found out Peter was spiderman by accident, you didn't mean to and neither did he.

You were in his apartment because you had decided you had had enough of hiding your feelings. You liked Peter, a lot. You couldn't go on with the uncertainty anymore, you really hoped he would like you back.

You had the keys to his apartment, you lived in the dorms and your roommate wasn't very quiet, let alone calm, so Peter offered you his apartment to study in during exam season. However, you decided to use the small advantage to prepare something nice for him, something you could confess to.

You prepared a dinner for both of you and put on that skirt that Peter once said he liked because it brought out the color of your eyes.

Everything was ready and would have been perfect had it not been for Peter aka Spiderman. He decided to go out patrolling the neighborhood that night and found himself engaged in a battle that left him breathless. He came out victorious, but more tired than usual, his senses were not very sharp and he allowed himself to enter through the window of his room and remove his mask without realizing that you were already there. Sitting on his bed waiting for him.

"Peter?" you murmur petrified. You definitely weren't expecting this, let alone him.

"Y-Yn? W-What are you doing h-here?" he looks you up and down and stutters. You don't know how to explain it but you still try "I can explain" You look at the mask in his hand.

"You're spiderman" Your gaze is lost. You try to get back to the here and now.

"No!" He exclaims but denies right after. "I mean, yes but-" He's even more nervous than you are.

He didn't want you to know. Having the important people in his life know that he was spiderman brought him nothing but trouble.

More importantly, he didn't want to put you in danger. You, the only good thing he had achieved after all the bad things that had happened exactly 8 months ago.

"Oh wow..." You stand up and your eyes search his. "That explains why you were disappearing without saying where you were going" you sigh in relief "I thought you had a girlfriend I didn't know about or something... this is totally a relief."

"A relief?" now he's the one who's confused. "So bad it was that I had a girlfriend"

"Maybe... a little" you shrug. You came here to be honest and that's what you're trying. Even after the bombshell of information you just got, that doesn't change anything, the reason you came is the same.

"It's good that you're not scared but what are you doing here? As far as I know we didn't arrange to meet, did we?"

"Now the surprise was for both of us" You joke to lighten the mood.

"You're not wrong there" he laughs lightly. "What kind of surprise?" He looks at the pair of candles around you.

"One where I tell you I like you, Peter" you say bravely. You feel proud that you could do it even though your palms are shaking.

"And after this?" His eyes don't leave yours. His heart is beating a mile a minute, he couldn't believe you felt the same way he did even though he was worried about what might happen after you discovered his other side.

"You being Spiderman doesn't change my feelings for you, Peter. I like you and spiderman won't make it any different" You smile at how crazy that sounded. The guy you like is spiderman.

"I like you too" his smile widens and he takes a step towards you.

"Really?" you ask incredulously.

"Totally" he nods and you place your arms around his neck.

You don't know what to say so you choose to do. You move your face and kiss his lips. You really hope he reciprocates and, apparently, your pleas have been heard because he does reciprocate.

Your first kiss, the first of many punishments.

- 5 months earlier -

You know Peter is not someone who opens up easily, actually. You think you're his only friend (now more than friend) at this university.

When he's not with you, he's on patrol, attending his classes or doing homework in the library, which he usually does with you as well.

You are both excellent study partners. Peter, besides being your boyfriend, is your best friend and teacher. He is your person and you are sure that you are his.

However, you were surprised when you asked him why he never talked to you about his past friends or family.

"My parents died years ago. My aunt was my only family member and she died recently and my friends went to college in another state so we lost touch." Was the only thing he answered.

You were dying to know more. You were too curious. You weren't insensitive though and you didn't want to push him to tell you things you knew he wasn't ready to say.

Maybe you should have asked a little more. Maybe about why he ended his last relationship, because you knew he'd had one.

Or why he never talked about it. All of this was an unknown to you.

- 4 months earlier -

You had been dating for two months as an official couple when you both decided to move to the next level in your relationship.

Peter knew you were a virgin and had never done anything with anyone beyond a steamy make out session and you were surprised (and somewhat relieved) to learn that he hadn't either even though he had a girlfriend.

Peter commented that he and MJ had never gone any further, however, he was open to going as fast or as slow as you thought best.

And so it was, when in one of your hectic make out sessions in his small apartment, you ended up with your lips around his cock and the tip of it hitting the back of your throat.

Clearly you both agreed and that wasn't the only thing that happened that night. A few minutes after his cum ran down your throat, your boyfriend knelt on the bed and spread your legs and positioned himself between them.

More than returning the favor, Peter was going crazy over the soaking wetness of your hormones in the big wet patch that inhabited your panties. His arachnid senses were driving him to a point where he found himself drooling to taste you, to devour you as if he hadn't eaten in years.

And, with your consent. Peter wasn't going to stop until the last drop of your fluids was tasted by his tongue.

- 3 months earlier -

And then came your first fight. You were upset with Peter aka spiderman, because he hadn't answered your messages all day after going out on patrol the night before without telling you he had returned home safely.

His excuse was "my phone ran out of battery" but you knew it was a lie because every time you sent him a message, the word "received" appeared and two little popcorns reinforced it.

The messages did arrive. Peter just didn't want to answer them or was too busy to do so. Either way, he was lying to you and that's what bothered you the most.

You already knew he was Spiderman, what else could he be hiding from you? you asked yourself.

What you didn't know was that Peter made a trip to MIT every week to check on Ned and his ex-girlfriend MJ.

It was probably best that you didn't know. Parker wouldn't know how to explain it to you and he didn't want to have to.

You were his girlfriend now, you were practically all he had. But it wasn't easy for him to let go of what he had lost with such regret and he wondered how things would have been if everything hadn't gotten out of control.

And that was the reason why the brown-haired man didn't answer the phone. He couldn't answer it to the present, which was you. As he watched MJ, who was his past, study through the window of one of the libraries.

You were finally able to settle your argument. Peter apologized and said it wouldn't happen again. However, he never gave you a real explanation of what had happened and, since it was the first time, you preferred not to argue and let it go.

You didn't want to pressure him, although perhaps you were being too understanding.

- 2 Months before -

And you finally had your first time. The first time for both of you, together and as individuals.

It was a bit awkward due to your mutual inexperience but once you got the hang of it, you couldn't stop and it became a magical night that neither of you would ever forget.

"I'm glad you were my first time" you heard him murmur in your ear as he moved his index and ring fingers over your arm in a caressing manner.

"I'm glad you were mine" you smiled and left a kiss on his lips. All you wanted was to freeze this moment in time and treasure it forever.

You had had your first time with someone you loved and you knew he wouldn't leave you just because you had already had sex with him.

Peter was a kind and sweet man. He was everything you had always dreamed of in a perfect boyfriend and nothing could ruin the bubble of happiness you both had gotten into.

That night, the hazel-eyed boy couldn't sleep. His thoughts wandered as he watched you sleep and, for the first time since the incident. He allowed himself to be completely happy without feeling guilty about what he had left behind.

For the first time in a long time he allowed himself to feel complete and loved. In addition, he made the decision not to check back on the people of his past. He had to move forward just as they had done and because he had you.

You were now his world and all he wanted was to make you happy and protect you from all evil and danger.

That night. Peter understood that all the love and peace he had lost. Now he had regained them with only one person and that person was you.

It was time to make new friends, enjoy his present and look to the future.

- 1 month earlier -

One night, Peter was kissing your neck while you were sitting on his lap. You slid your hands under his shirt and heard him moan as your fingers brushed against something you didn't know was there.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" you asked in a sweet but concerned tone.

"It's okay, I'm fine" He tried to affirm you with one of his smiles but you knew it wasn't right.

"Can I?" You looked him straight in the eye as your hands traced the edge of his shirt. As soon as he nodded, you lifted it up and saw a cut that wasn't there yesterday. "Peter, what happened here?" your voice sounded sad. It was the first time you had seen a cut that size on his abdomen.

"I slipped and fell on a glass. I'm fine, it's not serious, darling" He ran his hand across your cheek and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"It's serious to me" you sighed and looked him in the eyes "Can I help you clean it and bandage it?" You mumbled. The brown-haired man nodded with a slight smile and watched you walk into the bathroom.

Unbeknownst to you, that was the first of many times you helped Peter with his bumps and bruises. Plus, you became his accomplice and his chair girl at the same time.

Now Peter Parker understood that he was not alone, he had you.

- Two weeks before -

You and Peter were at the fair. You had gone through most of the rides, especially the ones that make you throw up, and thought it was time to get something to eat.

"Hot dogs?" you asked as you held his hands in front of you.

"I'm dying for a hot dog" he nodded with a smile and tried to go for them but you stopped him.

"Wait here" you laughed. "Can't a girlfriend treat her boyfriend to a hot dog?" You raised one of your eyebrows.

"Sure she can" the brown guy laughed, grabbed your waist and kissed your lips "don't be too long."

"I won't" you smiled and kissed his lips one last time before walking towards the stall that wasn't too far from there.

Peter smiled as he watched you walk away until a voice called out to him. A voice he hadn't heard in a while.

"Peter?" said MJ behind him. Peter turned and froze not knowing what to say. "Peter it's me, MJ" Michelle took a step towards him. "I remember everything."

Peter's mind began to spin and his heart began to race.

"How?" your boyfriend asked in just a whisper.

"Maybe you were erased from my memory but your stuff wasn't" MJ smiled slightly "the necklace, your pictures and among other things were still in my room at my parents' house" she sighed. "It took me longer than I expected but I told you. I figured it out once, I'll do it again" her eyes were watery.

"You were always so smart" Peter smiled and took another step forward. He knew he shouldn't. You'd be back any minute but the shock and excitement was too strong. "You remember..." peter took her face in his hands.

"I do" she nodded smiling and wiped a tear from Peter's cheek.

Before either of them realized it, their lips were already pressed against each other. MJ remembered. That was all Peter was thinking at that moment and it would have been perfect except you were a few steps away from them, two hot dogs in hand and a completely broken heart as you watched Peter, YOUR Peter, kissing someone else.

- Present day -

"Y/n... please, I just want to talk" he pleads. His gaze is as pleading as a puppy's when he sees that you only have one bite left and you haven't given him any yet.

"I think I need time" you say without looking at him.

"Time? Y/n, please. Let me explain," says the chestnut while holding the door so you don't close it.

"What are you going to explain to me? Why you had your tongue in someone else's mouth while I was watching you?" You stop trying to close the door and look him in the eye.

"It wasn't just anyone" he walks past you and enters your apartment without your permission. "It's MJ."

"Your ex-girlfriend? That's supposed to make me feel better?" your head hurt. You hadn't eaten or slept well for two weeks.

"No, y/n. It's not that" he denies. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, just let me explain." He tries to take your hands but you take a step back.

"You said you were over because she was in another university" you cross your arms.

"That's partly true" he sighs. "A year and a few months ago Mystery revealed my identity to everyone. MJ was my girlfriend at the time and my best friend's name was Ned-" he takes a breath and continues. "I went to doctor strange and asked him to cast a spell but it all went terribly wrong and I-"

"What does this have to do with you kissing your ex?" you frown.

"The point is. Villains from many multiverses showed up and to right my wrong Dr. Strange had to cast a spell making everyone forget who Peter Parker is" he continued.

"Including MJ?" you ask.

"Including MJ" He nods.

"So you broke up because she didn't remember you. Not because you wanted to break up with her" you deduce.

"Yeah and, the night of the fair. MJ showed up and said she remembered everything. I don't know how but I got carried away with my emotions and did something stupid without thinking about anything else-"

"Or anyone else" you interrupt him and dry your tears with the sleeves of your sweater.

"You don't know how sorry I am. I never meant to hurt you. I love you more than anything, Y/n" his eyes crystallize.

"But you love her too" your voice cracks. "What do you plan to do now? What's your plan, Peter?"

"I... I don't know" he dries his nose with his arm.

"You love her. You didn't want to leave her." You sob. "Why don't you go back to her then? You can tell you're not over her" you were trying to stay strong but it was practically impossible.

You didn't even understand how you believed his crazy story, but this was Peter we were talking about. Spider-Man in a world where people disappeared for 5 years because a purple alien had snapped his fingers using the infinity gems. It wasn't too crazy to believe that everyone forgot who Peter Parker was.

"I am over her. I decided to stop watching her the first time we- we slept together" he whispers in a sigh.

"When?" you frown. "What?" you analyze word for word what he said "You decided to stop watching her? What the fuck does that mean?" Now more than hurt, you were confused and annoyed.

"I-. I used to go to her college and watch her and Ned just to see how they were doing and to make sure nothing bad happened to them." He tries to explain. "One of those times I forgot to text you and told you my phone was out of battery." He swallows.

"I knew you lied to me, Peter. You were never good at lying," you sob. "But I never believed you were watching your ex all this time" you sit back on the couch. You are weak, as weak as someone famished. "I thought we were both 100% in this relationship but you kept clinging to the past" your vision is blurry, you don't know if from tears or lack of sleep.

"I know I should have been honest. I shouldn't have lied to you. I should have trusted you with my thoughts and feelings... it's just not easy for me" he sits down next to you and his hand rests on your knee.

"So what are you doing here then, Parker?" you use his last name. You're being serious and he knows it. Although, if he's bothered by your name calling, he doesn't say so. "It's more than clear that you've been waiting for this moment for a long time. Why don't you go with her? I can't compete with that, I never could." Your eyes watch the tile and you just hope you don't faint. It all feels so overwhelming.

"It's not about competing. It's not a competition, love." The endearing nickname leaves his lips but doesn't give you butterflies this time.

"Of course it's about competing! What was me? Your consolation prize?" You look him in the eye. He can't hold your gaze, he knows he did too much damage. "You settled for me just because you couldn't have her? Well congratulations, your pleas have been heard. Now get the hell out of my apartment!" You raise your voice and get up from the couch. You are upset with him but with you more than anyone else for allowing yourself to love him without first asking more questions and pressing for an answer.

"Y/n please...don't say those things. You know I love you. I fell in love with you the moment I met you" his gaze is pleading. He doesn't want to leave, he doesn't want to leave you but he doesn't know how to stay either.

"I don't know if you love me, I don't know if it's true" you sniff. "What I do know is that I love you and you hurt me like I never thought you would. Don't get me wrong, besides your girlfriend, I was your best friend and as a friend I understand how happy you must be that your first love remembers who you are. But I also understand that that "first love" is not me. Pick her, Peter. Go to her. You were always more hers than mine. Even when we were together you were looking for her."

"---I don't want to be your second choice, it hurts too much." You squeeze your eyes shut to still your sobs. "Pick her, it was always her."

It has always been her.

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[literaila]

lean in, lean out

tasm!peter x fem!reader 

summary: in which peter invites you to a wedding. as his girlfriend. which, evidently, you are not. 

warnings: hahahaha, fake dating trope, pure fluff, peter is an idiot, reader is an idiot, we’re all idiots. 

a/n: let me know how you like it! 

*

"this is stupid." 

despite the tone of your voice, despite the absolute death grip you've got on his hand, and despite all other things—

peter looks down at you. smiles that same irritating smile. 

you know—the smile that makes your whole body feel... alive. the kind of smile that lights you on fire and doesn't apologize. no, you think. he's not sorry. 

and he's really not. 

"you're doing great," peter whispers, leaning a little bit closer to you. maybe just a little bit amused. 

or a lot. it's hard to tell with how much you hate him right now. his encouragement is not welcome.

his breath on your skin and every stupid ounce of affection and appreciation—it’s not welcome.

"why do i even have to be here?" you ask him, between gritted teeth. his hand is warm in yours. rough. "you could've said i got food poisoning, or the flu. or maybe i was ziplining and the wire broke." 

peter looks forward, but you see the little crinkle of his brows. 

"that's a terrible excuse," he tells you, "you can't just start ziplining. you have to, like, take a course." 

"because that's my biggest concern right now. the course i didn't take." 

peter snorts, but is quick to cover it up with a cough, smiling at the people who turn to stare at him. 

and at you with their evil eyes. 

with their very nice smiles and wonderful table manners. their curiosity towards the man who, at the moment, is tickling your hand with his fingertips.

you try to smile at them.

you're supposed to be keeping your mouth shut, listening to the speeches. 

you're actually supposed to be completely in love with peter. 

which, you think, in the deepest, darkest part of your mind, isn't really that big of a stretch.

"can't we just get kicked out?" you mutter to him, pretending that you're not both playing footsie under the table. that you’re a mature adult and peter is a child you’re just babysitting.

you're winning, obviously. 

"i don't think you can get kicked out of weddings..." but peter still looks around, like he's checking for a sign. 

"you can if you snuck in." 

peter looks at you again, sunken down in your seat and crossing your arms. 

which is what you'd be doing if that was a part of your elegant girlfriend role. 

instead, you're sitting up straight, pretending not to admire how the light catches his jaw--the little concave of his throat. pretending that you didn't stare at him the entire ceremony. nor that his suit has elicited an unfortunate reaction in your chest.

"luckily, we didn't sneak in." peter takes a sip of his water. he is deliberately avoiding your eyes. 

maybe it's the guilt. 

"yeah, yeah," you mutter, into your own glass—your only solace. "these people are your closest confidants. the people you'd want at your funeral, the ones who know you like no other—“

peter squeezes your hand. you can't tell if he's telling you to shut up, or thanking you. 

you honestly can't tell if it's hot in here or if you're just sweating. 

you contemplate chugging your water. 

"shh," peter whispers, but he leans in close again. just enough that you can smell his soap--some kind of spice, some kind of ridiculously addicting smell that you can never quite place. he kisses your head, smiles at someone who is looking at you. 

but you're staring at the floor. 

you're really trying to keep the dumb smile off of your face. 

there are spiders crawling into your brain and making you short-circuit.

"gotta have a wedding before a funeral. and," he says, teasing you, breaking the rules, "you're my closest confidant." 

"how romantic." 

peter moves back. it might be your tone of voice. he glances at you with a raised brow. "i thought this was stupid?" 

"it is," you're quick to answer. quick to throw yourself off of the nearest building. quick to run out of here and pretend that you got eaten alive by wolves. "i'm just saying—if you want to trick all of your family members, might as well do a good job." 

"i think we're a good couple," peter pouts like he's absolutely serious. 

the words want to send sparks down your heart. they want to hurl bowling balls down your stomach. 

but you refuse. 

"this is stupid," you repeat, but this time, your lip twitches. if only minimally. 

peter kicks your foot under the table. he opens his mouth to say something back. 

but then everyone is clapping, peter is looking over to you—you with wide eyes and far too temperamental emotions—and laughing. 

you must look shocked. 

the bride's father steps down from the stage, voice echoing as he tries to collect himself. 

peter pretends to wipe a tear away. 

when you turn away from him—thanking whatever gods there are that everyone is focused on the stage and away from your glowing eyes—you pretend that you can't feel him smirking back at you. 

*

"it's really not that big of a deal—“

you blink. you stare at him. you count to a million in your head, trying not to feel angry. or upset. 

it doesn't work. 

"you told your aunt that i was your girlfriend, and it's 'not that big of a deal?'" your poor imitation almost makes him laugh. almost. 

"she already thought we were dating anyway—“

you think about strangling him. or kicking the chair out from under his feet. "may thought that you were dating the stupid library girl?" 

"you're not stupid." 

"i was talking about the library." 

peter looks almost offended. "hey." 

you roll your eyes. drop your head into your hands. his eyes are warm on you, and you know that he's not going to look away until you say something else. 

until you agree to this stupid plan and pretend that the only reason he's okay with this is that he feels absolutely nothing for you—

it's not that big of a deal. really. 

peter places a hand on your shoulder. when you don't look up, he sighs. and then promptly pulls your hands away from your face. 

he is unbearably kind. smiling at you. 

"peter..." you say, almost relenting. almost letting him win. 

as if this was a game and you were a handy object he picked up along the way. just something to come in later. 

"hey," he says, softly, still staring at you. he's never been afraid of eye contact. "if you want me to call her back and tell her that i lied, i will. i don't want to make you uncomfortable." 

you'd like to mention that the only uncomfortable thing about any of this is how hard your heart bangs on your chest. 

your head lands back in your hands. 

peter pokes the bit of cheek he can still reach. you twitch. 

"or i can tell her we broke up. that you broke up with me. you'd get a kick out of that." he nudges your shoulder. 

you pretend that he didn't just slide his chair even closer to you.

you peek an eye at him. "i would enjoy breaking up with you."  

"ouch." but peter's smiling. "seriously," he says. "you don't have to go." 

you lean up, brows furrowed. "why don't you just find an actual date?" 

you try to say it seriously. like you're not bitter at the prospect. 

"having a first date at a wedding?" peter says, dryly. "no, thank you." 

"you could, i don't know, try actually dating someone. it doesn't have to be the first date." 

"i don't wanna date someone's," he's almost pouting. your lip twitches. 

this statement is a lie, of course, but it fills your heart with a little unnecessary glee. something a little bit like relief. you want to dig a hand into your ribcage and rip your heart out just so you can scold it a little. 

instead, you shake your head at peter. "then don't go with anyone. maybe you'll meet someone there. wedding romances are very popular this time of year.”

peter winces. "i know. it's just..." he blows a breath. runs a hand through his hair, only making it even messier. his sweater is bunched at his wrists. his glasses are hanging at the tip of his nose. 

you want to lean in close to him and push them up. 

you clench your fists. 

"it's just what?" 

"if i go alone then everyone will ask questions." 

you frown. "questions?" 

"yeah." peter sighs, avoids your eyes again. "and then they'll all give me those pitiful looks because 'poor peter he can't move on' and 'may said he was doing better.'" 

you observe his face carefully, tiny pricks of anger hitting directly at your chest. 

"it happens at every family event," peter laughs, looking back at you. "i… wanted them to see that i'm okay, for once. and you know i don't like answering questions." 

you laugh. you move a little bit closer to him, maybe subconsciously. "you don't have to go alone," you say. maybe to him. 

"i know," peter stares at you a second, smiles. "there's no one else i'd want to go with, though." 

unsure if he's poking fun at you or being serious, you choose the safe option. the smarter one. 

"i hate weddings," you declare to him, glaring. 

peter laughs, head thrown back, teeth showing. 

you feel a sense of pride. a tiny little branch growing in your chest—getting bigger. 

peter shakes his head, because he knows you're lying. he's nice enough not to say it. "plus, may already likes you. no awkward introduction." 

you raise a brow. "there wasn't any awkward introduction when i went home with you for thanksgiving."

"because she already liked you." 

"you giving me glowing reviews, parker?" 

he smiles. "no," tilts his head like he's hilarious. "may likes that you called me out on my bullshit." 

you push him, frowning. "i'm very nice to you." 

he rubs at his arm, still smiling at you. 

and then there's a moment where the two of you just stare. just look in each other's eyes like you wouldn't rather be doing anything else. 

you wouldn't. 

but you know peter is waiting. 

you take a deep breath in. 

it might be his stupid smile. or his dimples. 

it might be the way he's pleading with you--without his eyes, without even asking--like it's a secret that only you can keep. 

"okay," you tell him. "but i'm going to eat all of the cake." 

*

peter holds his hands out to you. 

it's late enough in the night that the lights are dim. that his eyes are bright, illuminated by the fluorescents above your head. his smile is soft, his hands are big. 

you frown. "what?" 

"let's dance." peter says this like it's obvious. like what else would you rather be doing right now?" 

you look down at the table, empty now. you look towards the dance floor, full. 

"yeah," you drawl. "maybe not." 

peter pouts. "you don't want to dance with me?" 

his hand is still out, still perfectly intimidating. 

"it has nothing to do with you, peter," you promise. "i don't want to dance with anyone." 

"but you're a great dancer." 

you point a finger at him. "there is no evidence of that." 

"fall semester, last year." 

"how very specific, peter." 

he smiles. he waves his hand like he's very impatient. "c'mon, it'll look weird if we don't dance." 

"you already look weird so i don't see the issue." 

his free hand goes to his chest, in mock offense. you smile at him, so adoring. 

"you dance around in my kitchen all the time." 

"not in heels." 

his face is blank. 

"not after i've just eaten a bunch of wedding cake." 

peter just stares at you. 

"peter," you whine, feeling intimidated. but mostly worried about being any clsoer to him than you have been all night. "please don't make me." 

"this is supposed to be fun." 

you cross your arms. your neck has begun to ache from looking up at him. 

"just one song," he makes a tiny little one with his finger as if that is going to convince you anymore. 

"it's never 'just' with you." 

peter crosses his heart. "scouts honor." 

"that was a cross, not a pledge. and you're not a boy scout." 

"i could've been," he sighs dreamily, looking up at the ceiling like he's got big goals. entire aspirations. 

and then he looks down at you and smiles again. 

and fine. 

maybe you dance with him. 

but it has nothing to do with his smile. you're merely trying to keep up appearances.

*

"when may calls you tomorrow and asks why your girlfriend hates you, just tell her—“ 

peter follows you as you stumble into the hotel room. 

he flicks the lights on and sets your bag down in the hallway. 

because he owes you, you just flop down on the bed. admiring how soft the sheets are. you lose track of your sentence. 

"do you want to shower?" 

"it is three in the morning, peter."

"yeah but you're all sticky." 

you sit up in bed and look at him--peter who has now removed his blazer. who is quickly undoing his tie and staring at you like he's never looked at you before. 

you look down at the sheets. rub your hands together because you're cold. 

"are you saying that you don't want to sleep next to me because i smell bad?" you ask him, scrunching your nose. 

peter slips his shoes off, laughing so quietly that you can barely hear it. he flops down next to you, looking up at the ceiling. 

"i don't remember implying that." 

you crawl closer to him, almost right above him. "it was written all over your face, parker." 

"well," he smiles at you, more amused. maybe delirious. "it's not like i haven't shared a bed with you before." 

you lay back, copying him. your hands rest at your sides, very close to his. 

you blink. the white of the ceiling looks particularly interesting. 

"it's too early to tell if that was an insult or not." 

peter snorts. his laughter shaking the entire bed. 

shaking your entire body from the inside out. 

and then he groans as he leans up, stretching. you close your eyes, refusing to look at him. 

refusing to notice how his shirt has ridden up his back and you can see an inch of soft warm skin. 

refusing to notice how the bed already smells like him. 

and the fact that you're supposed to sleep next to him, all night. 

and that maybe dancing with him left behind some spare anxiety, crawling up your skin and massaging your neck. 

you refuse anything. 

when you open your eyes again, peter is unbuttoning his shirt. 

"are you at least going to get in pajamas?" 

"peter, these are pajamas." 

he snorts. "really?" a shirt is thrown on the floor. a zipper can be heard from across the room. similar to your heart. "because i distinctly remember someone telling me that 'it was the most uncomfortable outfit ever' and 'not even satan would allow this.'" 

you sit up, moving to cross your legs. maybe you stare at him a little. "what?" you gasp. "who would say such a thing?" 

peter looks back at you and smiles. 

it's quite possibly—in the realm of possibilities and three in the morning thoughts—the prettiest thing he's ever seen. 

"here," he tosses you a shirt. a pair of sweatpants. 

how he found those in the vast depths of your suitcase, you are unsure. 

"i'm going to go brush my teeth, moisturize." 

"is that how you get that baby-smooth skin of yours?" 

peter raises an eyebrow at you. gestures down to the clothes in your lap. "change. get in bed. you look tired." 

you frown. "did my makeup smudge?" 

peter stares for a moment, surveying your face. his eyes are wide and his lips are just slightly parted. just enough for you to see a tiny bit of pink. a flash of white.

it’s a moment too long. peter clears his throat. "no," he says. "you--it, um. it looks good. you look beautiful." 

your eyes widen, if only a little bit. 

peter seems to realize this. he seems to run from you, if not literally, then figuratively. "okay. uh, you. change." he shakes his head. 

and then the bathroom door closes. 

*

you're tucked into bed when peter comes out ten minutes later. 

you don't bother to ask what took him so long. 

he smiles at you in the dark—you can see this, or, at least feel it. you're very familiar with it. 

and despite the fact that you have shared a bed with peter before, that you were miles closer to him only a couple of hours ago, you still feel a twitch of nerves as he climbs into bed next to you. 

the covers shift ever so slightly. 

and then peter turns towards you. he knows that you're still awake. 

you know that his eyes are soft. that there are circles under his eyes but he still looks just as beautiful. but he still looks like the person that you're undeniably in love with. 

whatever. 

"tired?" he whispers to you because it's dark. 

these are late-night secrets, see. 

"yes." you whisper back. "no." 

peter chuckles, so low and quiet. 

it's silent for a moment. cars passing by the room. lights shining in through the curtains. 

your heart bouncing across the walls and hoping to land in peter's hands. 

"did you have fun?" he asks, so soft. 

you almost freeze. almost completely forget yourself. "yeah. yes.  i—it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be." 

"i think the dancing really sold it." 

"oh, you mean, you stepping on my feet and me not yelling at you?" 

"uh-huh." 

"that's the testament to a good relationship, for sure." 

peter is smiling. 

you know that. 

maybe because you're also smiling. 

"you should go to bed," you say. "you're tired." 

"i'm really not," peter says. 

you want to lean in closer. something about the dark. something about spending the whole day with him. something about his eyes and his lips and his smiles—which, even now—are terrifying. 

something about the dark. 

"may wants to have breakfast with us," peter whispers to you. 

"yeah?" 

"yeah. i can tell her that you're too tired if you want." 

you clear your throat. swallow. "no. it's okay. i like hanging out with her." 

"yeah?" 

"yeah." 

peter is silent for a moment. he is so quiet that you're almost worried that he's disappeared into the dark. 

but he's there. 

your heart won't let you forget that. 

"peter?" you whisper. 

"yeah?" 

"thank you for bringing me." 

"thank you for being my girlfriend." 

the sentence weighs more than a pile of bricks on your chest. 

you think about the next ten minutes. about how this might be—this is—your last chance. this is it for peter being your boyfriend. even fake. 

it's worth something. 

but peter turns on his side, eyes shutting. 

and so you follow, pretending that you can't feel him, warm, so soft, next to you. 

you pretend that you can't hear his breathing. that all of this is meaningless. 

and you're getting used to it. pretending. 

still, you feel it, about seven minutes later. 

a couple of minutes after you're sure that peter's already fallen asleep. that he isn't plagued by these thoughts, these ideas like you are. 

it doesn't matter. 

it's seven minutes later, in the dark, so early in the morning. 

you feel peter's hand, right next to you. 

you feel him intertwine his fingers with you. 

and peter is warm and soft. rough and cold. 

he is asleep. but it means something. 

you pretend it doesn't. 

you fall asleep holding his hand. 

*

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[cricket-reader]

His Everything

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Summary: Peter freaks out when you don’t answer his calls. He finds you handcuffed to a chair as Spider-Man. You tell him things afterwards, making Peter question how good of a boyfriend he really is.

Warnings: language, torture, kidnapping, mentions of death, crying

Word Count: 1480

Prompt: "It's not as bad as it looks.” Handcuffs | Swelling | Flinch

A/N: Day 5 of June of Doom by @juneofdoom (Set after NWH but no spoilers)

Your wrists throbbed within the unforgiving grip of the handcuffs, their weight a constant reminder of your vulnerability. The swelling around your wrists made every movement an agonizing ordeal. As you tugged against the restraints, a muffled whimper escaped your lips.

You had been taken whilst on a walk. While you wished you could have been more prepared or maybe wished you had seen it coming, nothing could change the fact that it was so sudden. Unlike in the books you had read, you didn’t have any sort of premonition that warned you against going out for that walk. There were no warning signs or red flags blatantly obvious. It had happened without any sort of warning. One moment you were casually strolling through the streets of New York, next you were being knocked unconscious by a man wearing all black in the middle of the day.

How someone didn’t see the spectacle go down baffled you. Perhaps they did see it; they just didn’t get involved. That was a thing you learned in your psychology class: the bystander effect. Only now were you fully realising how shitty it was.

So there you were, sitting in a damp, musty cell with no hope of rescue. You hoped that maybe your boyfriend would notice your absence and call the police once he couldn’t get ahold of you. But you knew he’d probably think that you were just busy or didn’t want to talk. He knew that school got tough sometimes, so he never blamed you if you couldn’t talk to him. Hence it would probably take a long time for anyone to find you.

You flinched as the door opened, wishing that the ground would swallow you whole. You didn’t want to die, not with Peter waiting for you at his house. He was such a good person and he didn’t deserve to worry about some nobody like you as you knew he would. Sometimes he was too good for his own good. Something you didn’t know the full weight of quite yet.

“I hear you’re close to Spider-Man,” the captor said, an ugly sneer on his face.

Brows furrowed, you replied, “I’ve never even met him once. He has never saved me or anything.”

“You’re lying.”

“I swear I’m not lying!”

“Bullshit.”

You tried to press yourself further into your chair when he approached you. Your gut was turning and breaths were short. Who is this crazy man and what does he want with you?

Your head is snapped to the side as the back of his hand makes contact with your face. Two marks on your face start bleeding where his bulky rings had hit you. “You better start talking.”

“I don’t know anything, I swear!”

He scoffed as he geared up for a punch. His fist hit you near your right rib cage. You doubled over and groaned. He had a mean swing. Those stupid rings weren’t helping any.

He grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back up. You cried out, hoping maybe someone would hear you. His fist began driving itself to your body, anywhere he could reach. Your screams and cries did nothing to make him stop, if anything, it only made the twisted man continue his relentless abuse.

Just when you were sure that you could take no more, the glass window to the room shattered. You screamed, and you weren’t sure if it was from the terror or from the last blow he delivered to your stomach.

In an instant, white webs were flown across the room. Guards and your tormentor were wrapped up in the all too familiar spidery substance you had seen on the news. In all your years, you never thought you’d be able to meet a superhero. You just wish it was on better terms.

Spider-Man rushed to your aid, calling out your name in an anguished voice that sounded a bit familiar. Your head drooped, exhaustion tearing you down. You could hear Spider-Man talking to you, telling you everything was going to be okay. You saw him reach for the phone, presumably to call for help.

You grabbed his wrist, not caring that the handcuffs were digging further into your skin. With a weak voice, you muttered, “no ambulance, just take me to the hospital.”

You saw his big white eyes narrow. “I can’t afford an ambulance. Hell, I’ll barely afford the medical bill,” you chucked at your own expense, stopping immediately because it hurt too bad. “If you don’t want to bring me call my boyfriend. He’ll pick me up.”

The hero’s eyes widened again and he rapidly shook his head. “No, no, I can get you to the hospital.”

He searched the man’s pockets, trying to find a key for those pesky handcuffs. He was unsuccessful. Sighing, he decided he’d just have to break them. There was no time to waste. You could be seriously hurt.

When the handcuffs were removed from your wrists, you practically cried out in joy. You rubbed your swollen wrists, wincing at how tender whey were.

“Let’s get you outta here, yeah?” Spider-Man muttered as he helped you up. You limped alongside him down the stairs to the street.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” You had asked him. He seemed so familiar. His eyes widened.

“You’ve uh… probably seen me before, y’know… as Spider-Man,” he stumbled over his words. You almost laughed at how he tried to make his voice sound deeper. It was adorable. It reminded you of something that Peter would do.

You gasped, “Peter!”

Spider-Man’s head whipped towards you. “I have to tell him I’m okay, that’s my boyfriend. He might be worried about me.”

“We can call him when you get to the hospital okay?” Spider-Man gently told her as they got in a cab that he had hailed down. Peter told him to drive to the nearest hospital as fast as he could.

“Okay, sure… I’m sure he probably hasn’t noticed anyway. Y’know I was goin’ over to his apartment to surprise him. He’s been workin’ so hard on school and I jus’ wanted to make him feel better. He’s been so stressed lately.” You pouted. “Now I s’pose he’s gonna be even more stressed.”

Tears came to your eyes. You wished you could say it was all from the pain, but a part of you knew that you were sad that your boyfriend would only have more on his plate with you in the hospital.

“Y‘know what… maybe I shouldn’t call him. I don’ wanna burden him any more than he already is.”

Underneath the mask, Peter was crying. He couldn’t respond to you. He knew that you’d pick up on the wobble of his voice if he tried. How could you think such things? You were the most important thing in his life. More important than his classes, more important than his Spider-Man duties. You were his everything.

How could his everything think that she was a burden? It pained his heart to know that you thought that way.

Clearing his throat, he said “I think you should tell him. He’s probably worried out of his mind right now.” He wasn’t wrong. Peter was scared shitless. You never opened up like this to strangers and your head was lolling onto his shoulder.

“C’mon, stay with me, baby. Don’t do this to me!” He pleaded. He couldn’t let someone else leave him. He couldn’t watch another important person in his life die. He didn’t want you to join the list of loved ones he had lost.

Peter didn’t even care that you or the cab driver knew he was crying now. He had every right to cry when the girl he loved was falling into unconsciousness.

“C’mon, baby. Be strong for me, yeah? I know you can do it. You’re so strong.”

Those were the last words you were able to hear before you blacked out.

Upon waking up, you saw your red-eyed boyfriend hunched over in a nearby seat. “Peter?” Your voice came out groggy and dry, but it got his attention. He cried out your name as he ran to your side. Tears were falling from his eyes as he held your hand and called for the nurse.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay, Peter. It's not as bad as it looks. I’m fine really.”

Truthfully you didn’t feel much pain, but that was probably the drugs they had you hooked up on.

“Please don’t leave me, please. I love you too much. Please don’t leave,” he pleaded, like a broken record. You knew your boyfriend had abandonment issues, but you’d never really seen them as bad as in that moment. “It’s okay, Peter. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re my everything you know that?”

You just nodded and rubbed your thumb over his hand. “I know, baby. I know.”

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[ynscrazylife]

If requests are open, sorry its another long ass anon prompt, i should call my self sushi at this point.

How about Yn, Stark try to help out on a mission but her dad says its to dangerous. The thing they are working on could kill someone, and yn wants to make sure everyone is safe. She can help, she knows she can. But Stark asks Peter Parker to get her out of there and then he is placed on "baby sitting duty" even though they are both in High school.

Cue yn trying to get back to help using any means necessary and peter trying his best to keep her away from something dangerous. He's trying to calm her down from the incoming panic attack, but she cant seem to breathe. Can't Peter see that her dad is probably going to die? She loves peter but she cannot lose her dad. Everything fades to black.

Yn wakes up in her room after passing out from The panic attack. The whole team is fine, they saved the day. Yn is crying from all of the stress of suddenly being awake after that event when peter cuddles her.

Basically all the angst, with all the fluff right after.

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To be a Hero

Summary: Peter comforts you when your dad and the Avengers are in danger.

Authors Note: I’ve never had a panic attack before so I’ve tried to write it as accurate as I can. Please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes!

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“You know, this feels like our first Avengers mission all over again,” Tony said in a dramatic voice as he fires his repulsers.

“If only it was because we were getting shawarma and not fighting another one of Thor’s murderous siblings,” Natasha deadpanned.

You bit back a small laugh as you entered the fight. Thor’s sister Hela had made her presence on Earth with an army of horrid creatures at her beckoning and the Avengers were there to do what they do best, defend and avenge. While the whole team, including your boyfriend Peter, had suited up at the tower, Tony had specifically told you not to get involved. You were only a few months in to being an Avenger and he thought it was too dangerous for you.

But, it took was one override code of FRIDAY’s system to get out of the tower.

“Hey! Technically, Loki was mind-controlled by Thanos,” Thor grumbled.

You smiled, sneaking around a city block before hitting one of the creatures square in the chest. You had a suit that you had designed with your dad along with some pretty cool energy powers.

Unfortunately, the creature didn’t go down with just one blast. You frowned as it growled and turned towards you, starting to advance. The team continued to chatter on comms, trying to keep on joking in order not to think about all the damage Hela was doing. It was nearly getting to be worse than the damage Loki once caused.

It wasn’t letting up, despite your continued blasts. It’d get hit in the face and shake it off (quite literally with a shake of its head). Your heartbeat went off the charts as you stumbled back, panic rising in your chest and your mouth going dry. Shit. This wasn’t going to be the end, was it? That stupid thing wasn’t letting up! It was getting far too close now and you were a second away from going on comms to admit defeat and call for help when suddenly, a blur of red flashed in front of you and then, strong arms wrapped around you.

You let out a shriek as your feet left the ground. “Shh, shh, it’s me,” the familiar voice of Peter soothed you and you calmed down instantly, your arms wrapping around him as he swung onto the rooftop on the nearest building. When you landed, Peter rubbed your back and held you close as he waited you to calm down and get your bearings.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your cheek pressed against his chest, a little embarrassed that he had to come and save the day.

“You know there’s no need to thank me,” Peter assured you in a warm voice, lightly chuckling. After a second, he pulled back and lifted up his mask for a second. “Babe, what are you doing here? Your dad told you stay in the tower.”

You pouted at him. “I want to help, Pete! The whole team’s here, I don’t want to be stuck in the tower,” you said, wanting him to understand.

And oh, he did. He had been unable to attend a lot of the missions when he first started out as an Avenger. He had been annoyed much like how you were now, but he had grown to see that it was for the best. “Y/N, you know we have to tell your dad,” he told you.

Your jaw dropped. “What? No!” You exclaimed, trying to stop Peter from telling KAREN to alert Tony. “What are you doing?!”

Peter finished speaking to KAREN and gave you a knowing look. “Tony would find out sooner and later and I’m not taking the fall,” he said.

You opened your mouth to protest even more, but was cut off by the sound of your dad’s voice. “Y/N Stark!” Tony said, his voice vibrating through both yours and Peter’s comms. “What were you thinking? You know you’re not trained enough to come on this type of a mission.”

“Dad—” you began, not even sure how you were going to defend this.

“No, I don’t want to hear it,” Tony snapped, catching you off guard. Damnit, he really was not happy. Peter squeezed your hand comfortingly. “I’m taking away your ability to override FRIDAY’s codes for now. Peter, please take Y/N back to the Tower. You can return to the fight after.”

You looked away, hot tears of frustration pooling in your eyes. Deep down, you knew that he was justified in this decision, but that didn’t take away your anger or your want to help. “You’re going to take me back to the tower, aren’t you?” You muttered. You didn’t mean to take this out on Peter, but this was one of the times where his loyalty to your dad was working against you.

“Hey,” Peter said gently, grasping your chin in the palm of his hand turning your head so your guys’ eyes met. He titled his head to the side, giving you a knowing but loving look that never failed to make your heart melt. “You know I have to take you back. But you can go to the lab, work on upgrades for your suit, and I promise the fight will be over in no time.” You nodded slowly, not quite believing him even though you wanted to.

Smiling at you, Peter wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into his arms. Usually, his words always did the trick to calm you down, and while he did help to prevent your tears from falling, you couldn’t shake the storm of anger and helplessness that was brewing inside your body.

You were almost like a rag doll in his arms, for once not terrified of Peter swinging you through the streets. Instead, you zoned out, unable to stop the scenarios of your dad and the Avengers getting gravely injured or killed from flashing through your head. You imagined your dad dying and the last thing you said being an argument. It wouldn’t stop and the more the images came, the more tense and frightened you became.

//

It was blatantly obvious for Peter that something was off, something was different. The only time he heard Tony speak like that was when the man had taken his suit away. Plus, when he carried you through the city with his webbing, you were usually clinging to him and letting out squeaks of exhilaration and nervousness. Now, you are still holding onto him tightly, but had gone silent.

He landed on the balcony outside your room, opening your door and leading you inside with his hand bracing your back. He could see clearly that you were deep inside your thoughts and it sent a ripple of pain through him. When the two of you got to the lab, Peter maneuvered himself to stand in front of you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Do you want me to get you water or something? I don’t want to leave you yet,” he said, biting his bottom lip in obvious worry for your state.

The switch from silence to hysteria stunned Peter for a second, but he snapped out of it when your panic didn’t cease. You struggled to control your breathing, body beginning to shake. A sob escaped you and you covered your mouth with your hands. “Y/N, take a deep breath for me,” he said firmly but kindly, mimicking one.

You shook your head so quickly and strongly that it made you dizzy. “I can’t—I can’t—” you wheezed, nearly choking on your sobs.

"Yes, you can. I know it doesn't feel like it, but you can," Peter said, but when he started to see that this wasn't working, he switched tactics. "Come on, let's sit you down."

He tried to maneuver you to the couch, but that backfired almost immediately. Your nails dug into his suit so forcefully that it was enough to make him pause and look back on you. The color had drained from your face and you looked absolutely terrified, a dazed over look in your eyes. "Y/N? Y/N!" He exclaimed, panicking.

You opened your mouth, and that gave Peter hope, but only a small noise, almost a whimper, left your lips before you were falling. What Peter didn't know was that when he tried to move you, he had unintentionally made the dizziness so much worse. That, combined with all five of your senses feeling like they were on fire, was too much for your body to handle at the moment.

Peter's eyes went wide as you dropped quite literally into his open arms. With one hand cradling your head, pressing it against his shoulder, he half-pulled, half-dragged you over to the couch. "Sorry," he couldn't help but apologize, seeing your feet drag.

He got you over to the couch and laid you down, brushing your hair out of your face. At the very least, you looked calmer now, but Peter would much rather you be conscious than unconscious. "FRIDAY, what do I-?" He started to ask, but the A.I was already ahead of him.

"While I cannot diagnose anyone, it appears that Y/N was displaying symptoms of a panic attack and lost consciousness as a result. The best course of action would be to monitor Y/N closely," FRIDAY said.

Peter was no fan of hearing the words panic and attack together, but it did soothe him to know that he didn't have to call 911 or bring you to the hospital. "Thanks," he murmured, watching you for a second. He let out a shaky breath, running his hand through your hair and his thumb over your forehead and cheeks like he knew you liked. A smile came to his face when he remembered how you'd blush normally.

He considered having FRIDAY tell Tony and the team that he wouldn't be going back to the fight, but that would just mean that he'd have to explain and he knew that everyone would be distracted and too worried about you (especially Tony). He sat back, trying to wait as patiently as he could, but couldn't shake the feeling of the need to do something to help or comfort you.

Eventually deciding that you'd be more comfortable on your bed than the touch, Peter scooped you up in his arms again. He tried to pretend that you were just sleeping in his arms, not unconscious, and that brought another soft smile to his lips. He tucked you into bed, not caring that he very much resembled a mother hen right now.

Once he deemed you all cozy, propped up by an absurd amount of pillows and wrapped in fuzzy blankets, Peter decided to change out of his suit. He made FRIDAY swear to alert him if anything about your condition changed, though. After switching to an Avengers sweater and grey sweatpants, Peter made a quick detour to the kitchen to grab you a glass of water and your favorite snack.

As he was walking back into your room, though, Peter saw you start to stir. He quickly put down the water and snack, hurrying to your side and taking a seat on your bed. He placed his hand over yours, smiling as he watched you wake. You looked around, a bit confused at first, before your gaze settled on your boyfriend.

"Peter?" You mumbled, starting to feel a bit nervous as your head was all foggy from fainting.

"Hi," he said sweetly. "You're okay, babe. We're in your room. You fainted. Take a deep breath with me, okay?"

You managed to do that. Peter drew back the covers and slid into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you as he held you.

"You-you shouldn't be here. My dad-" you began to say.

"-Will be fine. So will the team. I'm right where I need to be, darling," Peter said, keeping his voice calm, gentle, and smooth.

You let out a small puff of air, pausing before speaking again. "He's so mad at me. I-I wanted to help. I'm supposed to be a hero, but I'm not even good enough to stop some creature on my own," you whimpered. As your tears started to come, Peter didn't try to stop them. He knew you needed to let it all out.

Rubbing your arm soothingly. Peter waited to speak. "It was a misunderstanding, Y/N, and you are a good hero-" he began.

"You have to say that, you're my boyfriend," you pouted.

Peter chuckled lightly. "It's true. You are the kindest hero I've ever seen. Some missions just require a little more training and that's okay, it doesn't make you any less of a hero," he said.

You nodded, leaning your head back against his chest. Peter happily continued to rub your arm and hold you.

"I'm still worried about my dad and the team," you whispered.

"I know," Peter whispered back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "But if something happened, we'd have heard right now, so try to rest your head, m'kay?"

You nodded again, even if you weren't quite certain that you'd be able to do that. Peter grabbed the water and the snack, passing it to you. That instantly made you smile and you thanked him before practically devouring it. Peter put the glass back on the table when you were done.

The two of you sat there for a while, both happy and content to enjoy each other's presence. After a bit, Peter glanced down and grinned when he saw you asleep. This was like heaven to him, with how cute you were and how he was able to hold and cuddle you.

He ended up losing track of time but soon enough. FRIDAY was quietly alerting him that the team had returned, unharmed.

"Can you tell Tony to come up to Y/N's room?" Peter asked.

A couple minutes later, the man was walking in, still in his suit but without his helmet. "I know you're probably still mad-" he began, running a hand through his hair, only to be cut off by Peter's "shh". He glanced up, not expecting to see the sight he saw. He walked over. "What's going on?"

"Y/N's asleep. Had a panic attack and fainted earlier. Y/N was really scared that something would happen to you and the team," Peter explained.

Tony softened and with a small sigh, sat down. He looked at his sleeping teen, smiling warmly. "Alright. We can talk later. Take good care of my kid, alright Parker?" He whispered, slowly rising from the bed.

"You got it," Peter promised. He'd always take good care of you.

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[etoileholland]

With love, from me to you

Synopsis: when the student government decides to sell Valentine’s Day balloons and cards, both you and Peter have a similar idea.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2k

a/n; happy Valentine’s Day! Here’s a quick thing I wrote last night at midnight (whoops) but I hope you enjoy!

Valentine’s Day: a wonderful day for many, a dreaded day for some. It all depended on whether you had someone to spend the day with, to gift flowers and chocolates too, to write love letters to, and most importantly, to see who can outdo the other. For some, they were able to partake in the festivities, and for others, such as Peter Parker and his friends, they dreaded the holiday altogether.

“It’s honestly just a capitalist racket.” MJ remarked, taking a bite of her sandwich. It was lunchtime, and everyone congregated in the cafeteria. Even though Valentine’s Day wasn’t until the next week, people were already gearing up for the holiday. Roses and balloons with a card attached were available for purchase through student government, and the committee was pushing the event during lunchtime. The trio watched as the valedictorian hung up the poster advertising the event.

“Tell me about it.” Ned replied before stealing a fry off of Peter’s tray. He ignored Peter’s confused face and popped it into his mouth. “It’s a pointless holiday, really. People should be telling they love each other throughout the year, and not just on one day.” MJ shook her head in agreement.

“Exactly.” She answered, “it’s a dumb holiday.”

The trio nodded their heads as they continued eating and watching their classmates hand out flyers for the valentines balloons with cards attached, or “valentines grams” as they were called. The friend group all had the “sour grapes” mentality—they were bitter about the fact that no one gave them valentines.

“It would be nice to receive one, though.” Peter remarked, taking a fry off of Ned’s plate as revenge. “In all our years in high school, we’ve never received one.”

“We could always buy one for each other.” Ned spoke up, but the disapproving looks on MJ’s and Peter’s face shot that idea down quickly. “It was just a suggestion.”

As lunch continued, the three ate and spoke about various topics. At the next table over, you couldn’t help but overhear what the friend group conversed about. In a way, it was surprising to hear that they hadn’t received one. It seemed as though everyone had received at least one during their high school years—even you had received one.

Even if they didn’t think so, the trio were more popular than they realised. They had a solid group of friends, people knew them by name, they all had a lot of talent and were kind. So it was incredibly shocking that no one had gifted them one.

—

“Did you do last night’s homework?” Peter questioned you right as he sat down at the shared table in your chemistry class. “I only did half of it as I was babysitting my little cousin Morgan.” He laughed, setting down his backpack. “She wouldn’t let me do my work because it interrupted her tea party.” His face had a large smile on his face as he recounted his day yesterday. Seeing him happy brought a smile to your own face.

To be honest, when he told you about his days, it made it feel as though he was your friend. Although you secretly wished for more, you were happy with what you got.

“I also didn’t finish my homework, but only because I barely understood it.” You slowly pulled your half completed homework out of your chem folder.

“Oh.” He answered, “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “Don’t be sorry about it, it’s not your fault.”

It is my fault, because I’m too nervous to suggest having a study date, he thought to himself.

“Ha, right.” He awkwardly chucked.

Your chemistry teacher walked in from his office with a stack of flyers in his hand. “I was told by the student body to hand out these flyers for the valentine’s grams that are on sale starting today.” He began to walk around the classroom, handing out the flyers to the students. “They’ll be on sale until the 13th at the main office, so make sure you buy one soon.” When he got to your table, he placed a few down and continued walking.

Both you and Peter reached for the stack at the same time, your fingers brushing against his. Electricity coursed through your veins, and you could feel yourself become flustered. You looked up at Peter whose face was the same shade as the pink flyers. He brought one to his face in an attempt to cover his blush.

“So,” his voice came out higher than anticipated, “the valentines grams seem nice this year.”

“Yeah.” You breathed out, “it comes with a balloon and a handwritten card for $5.” What are you, a spokesperson for the grams? You thought to yourself.

“I see.” Peter replied, “it’s a good deal.”

“It is.”

“Alright class, turn to page…”

Your awkward conversation was cut short by the teacher who rambled on about skeleton structures, a subject that began to bore you to death. When you glanced up at Peter, you noticed that he was looking at you instead of the teacher.

“Sorry about that.” Peter whispered to you, his face turning pink again.

“Don’t worry.” You replied as you focused your attention on what your teacher was rambling on about.

—

After school that day, you ran into the main office where the grams were for sale. You hoped that you wouldn’t run into Peter, but when you serendipitously saw him walk into the auditorium, you sped walked to the office.

“I would like to purchase a valentine's gram please.” The secretary handed you a card to fill out, and you handed her the bill.

What should I say?

Maybe, “happy Valentine’s Day?” That’s a bit too average.

Or maybe “be my valentine.” You shook your head. That’s way too forward.

As you racked your brain for what to say, you failed to notice the secretary growing impatient. “Please write something honey. There are people behind you who’d also like to purchase one.”

“Sorry.” You uttered as you moved out of the way. The pressure made it harder to figure out something to say, so you sat down on a chair outside of the principal’s office.

After a few minutes, the perfect response came to you. You handed in the gram and left the office, now feeling excited for Valentine’s Day to come around.

—

“May, can I have $5?” Peter asked when he returned home later that day. He saw his aunt preparing dinner, knowing that she would be more willing to accept his offer while she was preoccupied.

“What for?” She questioned, turning off the stove. The pan almost bubbled over, but this was a normal occurrence when she cooked.

“Um, I owe the lunch lady that money.” Peter lied, hoping that May would believe him.

“Nice try, but I added money to your account today. You have a positive balance, so what’s it really for?” She placed the pan back on the stove. It was spaghetti night, so once she finished draining the pasta, she added in the marinara sauce.

“Is it for the valentine grams that are on sale?” She smirked, “I saw the flyer earlier today, and I happen to know that they’re also $5.”

Shit.

Her response need no reply as Peter’s face turned bright red. “Is it for a girl?” May asked in an enthusiastic tone.

“Yes.” Peter choked out. “There’s someone in my chemistry class that I think is really pretty.”

“Well why didn’t you say so in the first place?” May asked before walking over to her purse. She rifled through her wallet and exclaimed “aha!” when she found a $5 bill. “Now,” she paused, walking over to her nephew, “write something thoughtful on it, yeah? Don’t just say happy Valentine’s Day—give it some thought.”

“I will.” Peter answered confidently, “I promise.”

—

Valentine’s Day came quickly, and the student government announced that they would be delivering the grams during 6th period, which was when you had chem with Peter.

You held your breath when you heard the announcement. Peter would receive the gram, and you would have to sit there watching awkwardly. The gram was addressed to him from you, so he would know you got it for him.

You couldn’t be more mortified.

Peter was feeling just as mortified when he heard the announcement. He too addressed it to you from him, so he would have to watch as you read the gram.

—

When sixth period rolled around, you slinked into class. Your heart rate was through the roof, and you knew this would be the most awkward experience in a long time. What if Peter is repulsed by your valentine? Would he cease to interact with you?

You watched as Peter was the last person to arrive to class before the bell rang. He slumped in his chair and turned away from you, his face beet red.

The teacher began his lecture, and neither one of you could look at each other. The tension was thick enough to cut through, but you tried your hardest to pay attention.

Halfway through class, a few students from the student body burst through the doors, balloons in hand.

“Sorry teach, but we have a special delivery for a select few.” A guy whom you think is named Harry began to search through the balloons that he and his classmate Emily had in their hands. After a minute, they pulled out two balloons with their cards attached on the balloon weights.

“We have two grams here, one of which will go to Peter Parker.” He scanned the room for Peter, and he held his hand up a bit. When Harry saw him, he rushed over to Peter as he placed the balloon in his hand. “And the other goes to…” He glanced down at the card. When he saw it was for you, he passed the balloon to you. “That’s everyone, thanks for allowing us to crash the party.” Harry awkwardly laughed, frowning as no one laughed with him. The two left as quickly as they initially entered.

“I wasn’t expecting a card.” Peter whispered to himself. The teacher continued with his lecture, but both you and Peter were preoccupied.

“Neither was I.” You remarked. The card was attached to the balloon, and with shaky hands, you read the card.

Will you be my valentine? ~Peter

Peter? Peter gave you a card?

Peter reached for his card, and gasped when he read it.

Happy Valentine’s Day Peter. Hope the day is as wonderful as you.

The message was addressed from you, to him. At first, he couldn’t believe you actually gifted him one, but he recognised your handwriting.

He was grinning like an idiot with a bright red face.

You looked over at a blushy Peter, and your heart melted. You would do anything to see him this happy.

When class ended, both you and Peter took your time putting away your school supplies. After a minute of silence, Peter spoke up.

“Thank you for the valentine gram. I loved it.”

“You’re welcome.” You answered, “I loved mine too.”

The two of you were smiling, and you wished you could stay in that moment forever. But when students came in and began to sit in their spots, you moved towards the door. Following you, Peter walked out of the classroom after you. When you stopped near the door, he stopped too.

“Oh, I would love to be your valentine.” You replied softly. Even though the hallway was bustling, he heard you perfectly.

“Yeah?” He asked with a shy smile.

“Yeah.”

“Well that’s good.” Peter reached up to rub the nape of his neck. “Are you busy tonight?”

When you shook your head no, Peter’s face lit up.

“Would you like to go to dinner tonight?” He asked in a hopeful voice.

You smiled back at him, “I would love to.”

He walked you to class, even holding your books on the way to your class. As you both walked through the hallway, you couldn’t have been more grateful for the student government and their valentine gram campaign.

——

a/n; a short one, but I hope you liked it! Requests are open and if you’d like to be added to my taglist, let me know!

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[xenoncitadel]

Yn: It's not you vs me, it's me and you vs the problem.

Peter: It's me, hi. I'm the problem, it's me-

An: You can't tell me this man wouldn't quote Taylor swift. I feel like it's daily for him.

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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🙁

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[aphrcdites]

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

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[dwindlinghaze]

I need peter fluff. like i need reader to be having a bad day and lashing out at peter and him not getting mad and just comforting her<3

best

(peter parker x reader)

contents: fluff, unintentionally mean reader, peter just being really kind and hearted.

a/n: oh how i miss writing for him :( hope u enjoyed this anon!! tysm for requesting 🫧🫧🤍

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everyone has bad days. awful, exhausting, horrible days. sometimes they have a way to cope with it too. you tried though. tried to keep the boiling emotions under your ribcage, trying so hard not to let your bad mood ruins your boyfriend's beautiful day.

peter was the best. he was the best to you. but right now, just the mere shuffles of his legs sends distress through your veins.

trying to keep your calm, you drank you water. gulping it loudly with a sour face in hopes of him understanding what you're trying to imply.

he didn't look up from his magazines. the pages turned along with an ear scratching sound.

"ow, i just gave myself a paper cut!" peter shrieked, holding his index finger in front of his face and yours.

"you're not five, it'll heal," you huffed. in usual days, you would help him even with the smallest things.

"what's wrong?"

"nothing's wrong! you just got a paper cut wow big deal. the world has fallen off its axis and we're spinning in the opposite direction!"

"love-"

"no stop! that co-worker at my workplace took a day off this week so i had to replace her for seven days, meaning that i have to work double while still having the same paycheque as the others. eloise kept asking me about the presentation that we're going to have on monday even though i've said it more than a million times that i will finish it before friday. and the thing is, she is not helping me with it! my professor just assigned two more additional assignments for me this week. my shoes got dirt on the mud. i dropped our matching bracelets on the gutter because some kids were running around. wendy asked me to order pizza for the both of us while i was catching up on my work. i ordered it and when i finished, i came outside to only see that she left nothing for me. absolutely nothing, not even a crumb! a paper cut is the least harmful thing right now. i'd trade all of this for a paper cut, stop whining about your microscopic problem."

you were now crying, the weight of this crushing your spine and shoulders. peter was there. of course he is.

he caressed your arms, massaging them slowly as he let you cry, gently bringing your head to his shoulder.

"hey," he whispered, "i'll help you with everything okay. only if you let me."

"i can't. all of that is my responsibility. i'm not going to pass on a weight to you."

"we're together for a reason. whatever you're feeling, i feel them too. whatever's weighing you down, i'll come and help lighten them up."

"sorry for lashing on you," you sniffed, looking at him wistfully.

"no no. you really needed that right? i know," he spoke as he kissed your nose softly. "i can't really help you with your job but i'm going to help you make the presentation, and i'll do the assignment for you, i can get you new shoes or clean them up, i'll get us new matching bracelets, i'll order us both pizzas and i won't eat them all."

"pete, no you can't-"

"remember what i said? if something's weighing you down, i'm here to lighten them up," he gave you the loveliest smile the world has ever known.

"thank you, love. i'm so sorry, let me put a bandaid on your finger, come!" you stood up.

"it'll heal," he laughed.

"i just want to help you back as a way to thank you," you smiled.

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[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect quote

Y/n: Peter, I’m sad.

Peter: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Kate: Yelena, I’m sad.

Yelena, nodding: mood.

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[bradtomlovesya]

Choices. 2

Two: Tick Tock

Peter Parker x reader series

Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.

Warnings: Pure Angst!, Peter being kinda an idiot, mentions of cheating, swearing.

w/c: 2.3k +

a/n: I changed the name of the chapters and now I am happier with them. Hope you like them and enjoy this chapter! As always, coments, reblogs and likes are completely appreaciated. Thank you so much for all the love and suppor this series is having. I will be forever grateful! ❤️. Gif not mine.

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Peter left your apartment that night and his last words were:

"I'm going to fix it, I promise."

He never answered yes or no. He never gave you a concrete answer as to who he wanted to be with, her or you.

The truth is, even Peter didn't know. It was true that he loved you. But it was also true that seeing MJ remember him made his heart beat a mile a minute.

Peter Parker was many things, but it was always clear to him that he had to do the right thing. He always (or at least almost always) knew it was the right thing to do. And, if he didn't, his Aunt May was there to advise him and tell him what to do.

But now May wasn't there. Maybe that's why it was so hard for him to give up on MJ. They were both the only women he had loved in a long time and he lost them on the same day. Having Michelle's memory back made him feel like he had at least gotten one of them back.

However, Parker didn't know if he needed MJ in his life. After all, he already had a life with you. HAD in the past tense. Because obviously you broke up with him after you saw him kissing his ex-girlfriend at the carnival.

Ned, on the other hand, still didn't remember him. And he probably never would again. MJ was a mere pure stroke of luck and the brown-haired boy didn't know if it was a blessing from the universe or if he just wanted to taunt him by putting him in a situation no one wants to be in.

Although he still wasn't sure if he would be able to forgive him for what he did. The brown-eyed man had to make a decision. Go back to MJ and bring his past with him into his present or try with you and continue with his present into the future.

Peter thought it best to go out on patrol and clear his head in the cool night air. That's when he decided he should give you the time you asked for and go out with MJ. Not as a couple, at least for now or maybe never, but as friends who haven't seen each other in a long time and need to unwind from everything that has happened in their lives.

You managed to catch a glimpse of them on one of their outings. They were walking around campus while eating a slice of pizza and laughing about God knows what.

Your heart sank even deeper into your chest. You were already a mess trying to live without him. Now you had to watch him be happy with her too?

Right there you felt selfish. You didn't want Peter to laugh with her. You wanted him to laugh with you.

The aforementioned wiped the corner of MJ's mouth with a napkin and a tear slid down your cheek as you thought of the many times he did the same for you.

'She's not me' you repeated to yourself. But even then you couldn't stop the hole growing in your chest at catastrophic speeds.

They were there, laughing and eating while you were miserable, and yet you couldn't hate Peter for loving her.  In spite of everything, you loved him.

Love is a double-edged sword.

Two days later you were watching Netflix in your bedroom when your phone vibrated on the coffee table. The screen was lit up with the word 'Peter♡' and your breath caught in your lungs. Should you answer it? your heart asked. Should you ignore it? your brain asked.

The heart won the battle this time. You answered the call.

"H-" you cleared your throat. You wanted to sound as neutral as possible. "Hello?"

"Y/n..." his voice was barely a whisper. "I didn't know if you were going to answer" his voice was so low that you had to turn up the volume as high as it would go and give him your full attention.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

"Nee-" he coughed. "I need your help...please" a faint whimper was heard from his side of the line and that was enough to worry you. Something wasn't right.

"Peter? Is everything all right? What's wrong?" your voice was now one of concern. You've never turned your back on those you love and care about, you weren't about to start now.

"I... I'm kind of hurt" he breathed again and your breath hitched. "It's not serious but-" he paused. "I can't get up." He confessed.

"Where are you?" you got up from the small couch to look for your shoes. "Peter?" You worried about his breathing on the other end of the line.

"In my apartment" he grunted in pain. "Shit."

"I'm on my way" you hung up the call and grabbed your keys. You still kept your copy of the ones to his apartment so getting inside it wasn't a problem.

You leave your keys on the plate on the counter and remove your shoes as quickly as you can before running to her room.

"Peter?" you ask when you don't see him and pause to scan his room.

"Here!" he groans. He made too much force when he spoke so you could hear him from the bathroom.

You walk in and see him lying in the unfilled bathtub. He was dressed in nothing but his boxers but it didn't bother you. It's not like you haven't seen him like this before.

"I tried to take a shower but I slipped and I don't have the strength or energy to get up" he smiles apologetically in your direction.

"I see..." you walk over and see his suit on the floor. "Why a shower?" you ask.

"The guy I stopped was doing weird experiments and threw some weird substance at me. I preferred not to take any chances and showered as soon as I got home" he clarified.

"Let me help you" you hold his arms and help him stand up.

Peter felt more than embarrassed at that moment. Because of what he had told you and because you were too good to say no to him when he needed help.

"Thank you" he sits on his bed and takes the towel you offer him so he can dry off.

"Is the medicine cabinet in the same place?" you ask. It's been a little over two weeks since you've been in his apartment.

Having him so close and yet so far away hurts like a million needles pricking your heart. But none of this was your fault, it was his and he's the one who should fix it. Even though you saw him so happy with MJ, you still had hope that he was going to choose you and come back to you.

It's okay to dream, isn't it?

You bandage his wounds after cleaning them and turn around so he can put on some boxers and gym shorts with a little privacy. You didn't leave the room because you were afraid he would fall while doing it so turning around was enough.

"Thank you for coming. I know I don't deserve it" he mumbles with his eyes on you as you turn to look at him.

"It's true... Maybe you don't deserve it coming from me" you shrug. "But I can't help but help the people I love.

'People I love' Peter's eyes sparkled at that phrase. You still loved him, that was more than enough.

"I really appreciate it" He smiles and watches you sit next to him on the bed.

"Why didn't you call MJ?" you ask abruptly. It was a question you asked yourself since he called you for help.

"She's busy, she couldn't come." He said without thinking.

And then reality hits you in the face and chills you like a bucket of cold water.

"So I was your second choice just because she couldn't" Your voice is serious. You just remembered how everything went down the drain in one night.

"What? No?" he frowns. "That's not what I wanted-"

"Save your excuses. I don't want to hear them," you stand up and look at him seriously. "You're already bandaged and in your bed. Next time, don't call me."

"Y/n. Please" he tries to get up but his side hurts "That's not what I meant I promise."

"Your promises don't mean anything to me anymore" you feel a lump in your throat. You are on the verge of tears. "You know one of the things that hurts me the most, Peter?"

"I-" he sighs and shakes his head. He wants to let you finish your point.

"You were indeed my first love, my first time, my first everything" the tears build up in your eyes but you're determined not to let them out. "And you didn't think about that before you stuck your tongue in her mouth. I bet your heart never beat for me like it does for her."

The brown-eyed man was about to say something until you both hear the sound of someone knocking at the door you watch Peter get up and walk to open it.

You walk behind him only because you know it's time to go. You shouldn't have come in the first place.

When Peter opens the door, the person behind it is MJ.

"You should give me a copy of the key" she laughs lightly.

"Keep mine" you put on your shoes and grab your purse. You walk over to the plate where you left them before and put them in her hand. "I won't be needing them anymore" you walk out of the apartment and she is both surprised and confused.

Another two weeks passed. Peter felt empty again. Just like he felt when he lost MJ and Ned in the first place but worse because not only had he lost you. He had let you down completely.

Spiderman became clumsy on his nightly patrols, he didn't pay attention and classes and even less when MJ talked to him. Even though he knew she was just trying to make him feel better.

"Peter?" she asks. "Peter!" She snaps her fingers in front of his face and sighs heavily.

"Yes?" He looks at you but his gaze is still lost.

"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" she asks.

"How could I not when she's right here" he shows you his pencil.

"What do you mean right here?" MJ asks with a frown.

"Yes, it's right here. She's the one who gave me this pencil" he sighs. "And she's over there too" he points to the girl sitting a couple of tables away from where they were sitting. "That girl has her same color hair" he looks at his fingers "but not just over there" he points to a boy with a can in his hand. "That boy is drinking his favorite drink." He snorts. "Everything in this damn library reminds me of her."

"Why haven't you tried talking to her then?" he shrugs.

"Because I'm lousy with words, MJ. Whenever I try to tell her something, she ends up misunderstanding it because it was me in the first place who didn't know how to use the right words" he runs his hands over his face.

"Then don't talk to her" she shrugs.

The brown-haired boy looks at her with a frown. "That's supposed to solve my problems? Thanks MJ." She rolls her eyes.

"Stop your sarcasm," the chestnut-haired girl points

Her finger at him. "I mean maybe I should be the one to talk to her." He sighs. "I shouldn't have kissed you, Peter. I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"MJ..." Peter sighs and takes her hand. "I was the one who shouldn't have kissed you having a girlfriend. It wasn't your fault, it was mine." He assures her. "I'm the one who should fix this."

Michelle nods and looks to her left. There you were. Watching as Peter held her hand just as he held yours. You shouldn't care, it's been a month since you and Parker broke up but it still hurts like hell.

MJ saw you pull back quickly before she could separate her hands from Peter's. "At least she knows you and I aren't dating?" she asks and Peter denies.

"No, I've tried to tell her but me and my big mouth always say something else and I hurt her more than I manage to fix it." He sighs heavily.

"What? She still thinks that you and I...?" MJ pauses.

"Yup." Peter nods and fixes his gaze on the floor.

"Peter... that's not fair" he sighs and shakes his head.

Parker knows. He knows it's not fair but he already said it, he's not good with words.

"Everything I say ends up being misinterpreted and it's my fault!" He covers his face with his hands. "Help, MJ. Please."

"And if instead of using words you take action?" proposes the brunette.

"What do you mean by that?" The boy raises an eyebrow. "You'll have to be more specific."

"God... you're so smart but so dumb at the same time, how is that possible?" She rolls her eyes. "You have to do something for her, something she can't refuse or misunderstand, and then explain everything to her, Peter. Be honest."

"You're right," he nods and sighs. "No more secrets."

Peter was already planning something in his mind. Something that would make you either forgive him or wish you never saw him again. That was up to you.

However, He had to move and plan a little faster. Your heart still loved him, true, but it wasn't closed to moving on and rejecting Parker altogether.

Austin, a classmate who asked you out before you and Peter dated, found out about your breakup with him and was determined not to pass up the opportunity that was once taken away from him.

Tick tock, Peter. Your time is running out.

~~~♡♥︎♡~~~

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[literaila]

completely lost (part one)

tasm!peter x fem!reader 

summary: as peter becomes distant, you begin to wonder... 

warnings: fluff. fluffff. and then, angst. uh, peters a liar. reader is insecure

a/n: this is for the one anon that was like “i wish i could read more of your peter parker angst.” 

*

there's a thing about peter's eyes. 

the freckles that can only be seen from three inches away; the mischief, clouding a gaze that once might've been wholesome. 

the little glint that tilts the world upside down, that makes you feel almost unwhole. almost completely lost. 

it's a path you could walk down and never reach the end. a yellow brick road made of warmth and trust and reaching out to touch him and-- 

there's something about peter's eyes. 

when you look at him--because you do. a lot--there's this secret that you want to share with him. 

there's words that want to come out of your mouth but never distinguish themselves enough to form into phrases. 

there's that blurring in your belly and the thickening of your tongue and the never-ever-wanting-to-look-away. 

since you met him, his eyes have lit a flame directly beneath your skin. 

when he looks at you--because he does--there's a hint of expression that you don't want to ask him about. 

there are secrets that he wants to share with you, but you don't want to know. 

there's peter. 

and his eyes. 

and your hand, grabbing his arm and pulling him closer to you, just to take another look. 

because on this particular morning, you can barely see past puffed-up skin. there is only a fraction of brown, a piece of the warmth. 

"woah," you whisper, mostly to yourself. you should probably be angry. your eyes are wide as you stare. 

he tries to move away again, but your grip is sure. your concern spreads from your fingertips to his skin, a self-designed disease. he stops moving, maybe because he's finally giving up. 

peter fights off a wince. he's smiling at you like he always does.  

like he knows something you don't. 

you frown. trace a careful line up the side of his jaw. "what happened?" 

peter shakes his head. "hmm?" 

you meet his eyes--the tiny bits you can see behind purple and blue skin--and stare. "peter." 

he smiles, adoringly. it's answer enough. 

"what happened?" 

"what happened?" he repeats, dryly. 

you raise a brow. cross your arms and wait for him to grab onto you again--to unfold the paper walls you've put up. 

and so, peter does. "nothing happened," he swears, his hands raised in defense. "i was skateboarding. i fell." 

simple enough, he says, with mostly his eyes. you don't move, even when his hand pulls at your arm. 

even when you feel him trying to break you down. distract you. 

"on your face?" 

his cheek twitches. "new trick." 

"when was this?" you ask him, monotone. 

"yesterday." 

"it was yesterday and you've already got this much discoloration." 

"super-skin," peter answers, obviously. 

you are not amused. 

despite his many attempts, peter hasn't melted the frown off of your face. 

he's close though, with the fingertips that trickle up and down the skin of your bicep. 

"peter," you say, trying your best to not relent. 

"yes?" he drawls, bending down only slightly. maybe because he can't see you. 

"are you lying?" 

he holds a hand over his heart, offended. "you think that i would lie to you?" 

you pretend to think for a moment, finger tapping at your chin. "um, yes." 

"rude." 

this time, you can't keep your lip from twitching. 

and peter, as he always does, smiles, victorious. he pokes at the side of your cheek, same time as the dimple on his forms. "see?" he says. 

"nope." 

"i win." 

you roll your eyes, finally drop your hands, and push him away. just enough to pull him back. "did you ice it?" 

"last night." 

"do you have a concussion?" 

the smile remains, eyes getting closer to yours. "not that i know of."

"do i need to make you a doctor's appointment?" 

peter snorts, kissing the top of your head and pulling you as he begins to walk again, fingers interlacing with yours. "no, ma'am," he says. 

you glare back. take his hand. 

"what?" 

"don't call me ma'am." 

peter's eyes are amused. 

they are every particular color and completely unfair. 

a certain uneasiness crawls up your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

you barely notice because peter is staring at you. 

"sorry, baby," he whispers, mostly just to tease you. 

you look away. attempt to not react. 

but peter knows you better than that. he laughs--so quietly that you can only tell because of his shoulder shaking right next to you--but leans in closer. he wraps his arm around your waist. 

and you can feel him there. 

it is only slightly relieving to avoid his eyes. 

because that's the thing about peter. 

it's hard to look away. 

*

the next time, worry clouds your judgment. 

"peter," you scold because again, he tries to look away from you. 

he tries to hide the split lip, the black eye, and the soft dips of skin you can see hiding under his jacket--all of them a particular shade of black. 

"what happened?" it's a demand this time, and you can't stop yourself from reaching out to touch his lip. when peter flinches, you back away. 

you take a step back. 

"it's nothing," he says, clearing his throat. "just an accident." 

you stare at him--his eyes, pleading with you not to--and wait for another answer. 

for an explanation that he certainly owes you. 

but peter says nothing. he's agitated; he's been quiet all morning. 

you figured it was exhaustion. you figured that your boyfriend just couldn't look at you because it was early, because he was distracted and flushed, and everything was fine. 

his last bruise had healed fine. he'd let you make fun of him, you'd let him pretend that it was fine. 

and you threatened to steal his skateboard while he was sleeping. 

it was practically nothing. 

until now. until peter waited ten minutes to look at you, for just one particular reason. 

you swallow. "what did you do?" 

your voice tries to keep it's calm; you're trying not to be upset because this isn't about you. 

still. "and don't lie to me, peter. i don't want--" 

"just an accident," he swears, taking a step closer. his smile is almost delirious. almost desperate. "i fell down some stairs." 

"and split your lip open?" 

"they were hard." 

you laugh, but it's not amused. 

peter is staring at you like he's trying to understand. talking to you, grabbing onto your hand like he wants to comfort you. to make sure that it's alright. 

as if you're the injured one. 

still, you allow his hand. you crave the warmth, watch his eyes and wait for the glint to come back. 

he's smiling, but it's not happy. 

"peter," you say, softly now. "what's going on? you know you can tell me. i just want to help." 

"i'm really fine. better now that you're here." 

you lean in closer to him, trace your thumb a centimeter above his wound. "does it hurt?" 

"no." 

"are you sure?" 

"yes." peter smiles, patient. "can i kiss you now?" 

you frown. "with that lip?" 

"with my forehead, actually." 

you push him. 

he takes the opportunity to grab your hand, to guide you even closer to him, his grip traveling up your forearm and landing on your shoulder. 

you're close enough to taste his skin. 

"was that a no?" peter asks you, whispering so softly that you can feel his breath on your face. 

you smile, a bit beside yourself. "i didn't say that." 

he copies you, closing his eyes. his nose teases on the side of your cheek, making you giggle. 

you barely feel it as he tilts your chin up. 

"i'm great," peter whispers, maybe to you. 

and then he kisses you, and you forget about all of it. 

*

and then, when you get home that night, you try to ignore it. 

because despite peters attempts, his vicious endeavor to distract you so much that you forget your name--there's that lurking feeling. 

a familiar friend, smiling as it devours you. 

you were desensitized to it before; because it clung to you like static. 

but peter, and his eyes, and his smiles, and words and-- 

eventually, you stopped expecting it. 

eventually, you could sleep at night and not feel the lingering, the hopeful void. 

and now. 

despite your efforts to pretend. 

it's there, smiling at you from the corner. a bug crawling on your ceiling, keeping you awake. 

concern and worry and fear all morphed into something else--something like doubt. something like you can't feel your own heart. 

when peter leaves you alone that night, it only gives you time to wonder. 

*

"hey," peter whispers to you. 

you turn to him, a small smile on your face. pencil tucked between your teeth, fingers tapping the page in front of you. you try and scowl and find that it's almost impossible when he's looking at you like that. 

peter pokes your cheek. 

you wave him away, turn away and tell your heart to pull itself together. 

peter laughs. 

"you're distracting me." 

there's a twinge in your blood. there's peter in all of his glory, staring at you like you're the prettiest thing in the room. 

which, you're sure, can't be true. because you've seen him before. 

still. 

he traces your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your eyebrow. he moves closer like he's trying to memorize something. "you know all of this, anyway." 

"weren't you the one that said he needed to study--" 

"that was a lie." 

you look at him. bite your cheek to hide your smile. "peter parker, the liar." 

"peter parker, your boyfriend." 

"yeah, but at what cost?" your head lulls back. peter trails his finger down the bridge of your nose. 

"you know, he wanted me to tell you something." 

"oh, yeah?" you raise a brow at him, hand keeping your chin up. "what's that?" 

"you're pretty." 

you hum. "that doesn't sound like peter." 

his brow furrows. you pretend he doesn't grumble. "hey, you know i think you're pretty." 

"do i?" 

"you're beautiful." 

you try to ignore the sparks in your chest; the secret pleasure the words bring you. 

but peter must know because he smiles again. he rubs a thumb over your lips. 

you wait a moment, allowing him to tease you. allowing him to trace every crevice of your skin and make you feel absolutely insane. 

it's fine. 

and then, once he ends up at your eyebrow again, you pull away, laughing at his frown. "i didn't invite you over here to ruin my education." 

"it was in the letter." 

"peter," you sing. 

"i won't distract you anymore. i'll be quiet." he pretends to lock his mouth shut, then resumes his ministrations over your face. 

you let it go on for a minute because you're weak. 

then you take his hand. "you've already failed." 

"i was quiet!" 

"and distracting." 

his lip twitches. he tilts your chin up, just so he can look you in the eyes. "this is distracting?" 

"i'm trying to learn." 

"c'mon," he whispers, leaning a little bit closer to you. "just a little break." 

"that's what you said last time." 

"i'm just looking out for you," his finger parts your lips. "i don't want you to burn out." 

you might spontaneously combust before then if he keeps teasing, you think. but say nothing. 

"please," peter whispers, and he's smiling. "five minutes?" 

"three." 

peter laughs. "fifteen." 

you scowl. "you're not very good at negotiating." 

his smile is almost irresistible. 

his hands cradle your face, in one last gesture. he could kiss you, but he doesn't. 

"i'm not negotiating." 

and then, finally, he pulls you on top of him, hand cradling your waist, pulling you in. 

"peter," you whine. 

he falls into your neck, wasting no time. "i missed you." 

"i am literally only a foot closer." 

"and still not close enough." 

you play with his hair, allowing yourself to mold into him, warmth, and terrible feelings all at once. 

peter smiles into your neck. he kisses right at your pulse. sucks on the skin there. 

you don't complain. 

"i'm glad you invited me over," he says. 

"yeah?" 

he flips you over, climbing over you just so he can watch you smile. 

"yeah," he says, and his eyes are. 

his eyes. 

"peter," you whisper. 

"yeah," he whispers back. 

and then he kisses you. 

his lips latch onto yours and nothing else matters. peter teases with his teeth, holds you as close as you can get, and breathes into your mouth. 

his heart aligns with yours and you feel almost giddy at how fast it's going. 

you grip onto his shirt, his skin, anything you can find. 

you don't feel him flinch under you. 

peter kisses the corner of your mouth, gives you both a moment to breathe, and then continues. 

pushing and pulling and throwing you off of the edge of the world. 

you really, really don't mind. 

"peter," you whisper into him, having no idea what you're saying. 

"you're so pretty." 

"i miss you," you answer back.

he pulls back, just minimally. just to look you in the eyes, with furrowed brows. "i'm here." 

"this week. the past couple of weeks." 

his eyes soften, further and further. 

you don't realize you're saying it until you are. "that's why i invited you over. i wanted to see you." 

"i wanted to see you, too." 

he pecks the corner of your mouth, down to your jaw. 

"where have you been?" you ask him, so softly that it feels like nothing. 

"nowhere." 

"what have you been doing?" you ask instead, as a clarification. as a method of getting actual answers. 

the pit in your chest and your heart pumping, blood and blood, feels like so much more when he's this close. 

"nothing," he answers because it's obvious. 

you smile at him, just to let him know that you're not mad. "you've been busy." 

"no," he swallows. "i haven't." 

you laugh. "then what have you been doing? why haven't i seen you in a week?" 

peter pauses. he's smiling at you. he's looking at you. 

"missing you," he whispers. "that's all." 

and it's a lie. 

but it makes you kiss him anyway.

*

a couple of days pass. peter swears that it's just school. it's just work. 

and it is, so you don't mind. 

still, when you knock on his front door, it's with an excited smile--you tried to tone it down and failed. 

you also tried not to run the whole way here. 

you think that when you finally see peter, you're going to tackle him. you're going to try not to tackle him. 

when you finally see peter, the world might just stop. 

you want his eyes and his lips and you just want to be around him. want his presence, right next to yours. 

that's enough. it'll be just enough.

and it's been a couple of days. 

you wait a moment, hand clenched by your waist, a smile breaking out of your face. 

it falls, just slightly, when peter doesn't answer the door. 

"may," you say, happy still. "hi." 

"miss y/n," may answers, ushering you in, giving you a short hug. "i haven't seen you in a couple of weeks. how are you?" 

you slip your shoes off, feeling your heart run up the stairs. "i'm good. just, um, bored, without peter, i guess." 

you follow her into the kitchen. you're a polite guest. 

you will not run up the stairs and tackle him. 

"he mentioned that you've been busy. working hard?" 

you blink. "oh. yeah. we've--i've. i guess we've both been... busy." 

you wait a moment, thinking about excuses. 

then you clear your throat. "is peter upstairs?" you ask. "we were going to study for a math test." 

may's face falters. "he didn't call you?"

"no, he--" you pause. "i talked to him earlier, but..." 

"he had to run out. something about quantum theory or... i don't know. i assumed he told you." 

"oh." your smile, strong as ever, only falters. it takes you a moment. a brief second to feel your heart fall. "i'm sure he did. i must've missed a text or something. i was--" 

excited. running. too many things. 

when you check your phone, there's no notification from peter. 

you smile at her. ignore her kind, concerned eyes. "yeah--i just got it." 

"well, you're welcome to stay until he gets back. i'm making homemade spaghetti for dinner." 

you shake your head. scratch at your neck and try not to feel any anxiety. "that sounds great, but i've actually gotta run--um. pick up some stuff for a project. but thank you." 

you barely hear her as she waves goodbye. 

as soon as you're out the door--back into the cold, throat still sore--you press call. you let it ring once and hang up. 

he didn't text you. he didn't call. 

and you have no idea where he is. 

you press call again, willing your cowardice to die of hypothermia. 

"hey, this is peter, i'm sorry i--" 

you hang up. 

this time, you walk home. 

*

"peter?" 

it's late that night. you're not sleeping. 

your light is on. your feet tap against the floor and your eyes weigh more than the rest of your body combined. 

"hey, y/n. hey, baby." 

"it's one in the morning." 

there's a pause. some muffling on his end. "i know i wanted to--" 

his voice is drowned out by background noise. 

you blink. consider that maybe this is a dream. 

"baby?" 

"yeah. sorry. i didn't hear any of that." 

"i wanted to apologize for today." 

you breathe in. push the anger so far down your throat that you swallow it. "what?" 

"i meant to call," he says. "but i got distracted and i figured that may would tell you, and i just--i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to stand you up." 

"oh," you say, because what else? "okay." 

there's a beat of silence. 

a moment of you questioning your sanity. 

"are you alright?" 

"fine, peter." 

"are you mad?" 

you sigh. "no. yes. no." 

"i'm an ass." 

you snort. rest your head on your desk. "yeah." 

"i should've been there. that wasn't fair to you." 

"yeah." 

"would it help if i said that i'm really regretting it right now? i wanted to see your face." peter's voice is warm. you can almost feel his hands wrapping around your back. 

"me too." 

"tomorrow, okay? i can come over. or we can meet somewhere. whatever you want. i'll make it up to you." 

"i've got that interview tomorrow." 

you can hear him swallow. "in the morning?" 

"yeah." 

"how about the afternoon? we can get lunch. you can tell me how it went." 

"i don't know, peter. i should probably study." 

your voice feels almost numb as you say it. you rub at your temple, eyes hard to keep open. 

"i'll quiz you." 

you laugh. "you suck at studying. you're a terrible helper." 

"okay, one, i'm offended. two, i promise i won't distract you this time." 

"famous laugh words." 

you can practically see his smile. 

"you can tie me to the bed. i won't even complain. please? i'll bring snacks. and coffee." 

"you don't like coffee." 

"i'll bring you coffee." 

you tell yourself to feel nothing. try to push the endearment down. 

you sigh. "maybe. i don't know. i really need to get some work done." 

peter sighs back. he's so close. "how about i call you, and you let me know how you're feeling? we'll go from there." 

"okay." 

"okay?" 

you laugh. "peter." 

there's another pause. another moment of you swearing that you feel nothing. that talking to him--even this early in the morning--means absolutely nothing to you. 

"i love you," he says, then.

you swallow your heart. feel frozen at the idea. 

you breathe out. "i love you, too. you should get some sleep." 

"y/n?" 

you lift your head, finally, blinking tears out of your eyes. "yeah?" 

"i'm sorry." 

"i know, peter." and you do. you really know. "it's okay. we're okay." 

"promise?" 

"i'll talk to you tomorrow, baby." 

"okay, baby. goodnight, baby." 

and when peter finally hangs up, you're smiling. 

*

he doesn't call. 

you study and try to forget all about him. 

*

you're ignoring peter. 

completely. intentionally. 

it started as an accident--you were irritated and sleeping and decided that it wasn't worth it to answer another one am phone call. decided that apologies weren't going to be enough. 

not then. 

so you went to bed with your phone on silent. 

and then the next day you woke up to a voicemail from him--which you didn't listen to because there wasn't enough time--and some texts. 

you read those. didn't answer. 

and when he called you that night, it only lit a fire deep in your stomach. only made your eyes burn with something that definitely wasn't adoration. 

so you were ignoring him. properly. 

and four more days had passed. 

this worked, see, because of school. because of work. because whatever peter was doing--whatever was keeping him from you--was enough to stop him from showing up at your apartment. 

you were partly grateful. but mostly, you just wanted him to show up. 

you wanted a hug, a kiss, and a sign that he wasn't actually an asshole. 

which, of course, was just a fantasy. 

so you forgot about it. 

you let that feeling absorb into your skin and decided to pretend that you enjoyed it. doubt was nice. negative emotions reminded you that you were alive. 

you can't feel good if you don't feel bad. 

and distance only makes you stronger. 

you missed him. you wanted-- 

it didn't matter. 

you were ignoring peter. 

*

"y/n!" 

if you hadn't been half dead to the world, you might've turned around. you might've stopped walking. 

but a lack of sleep, and a particular annoyance, well. 

you kept going. 

he only called your name again. peter was faster than you. 

and you didn't need to turn around to know that it was him. you knew his voice well enough. 

"hey," a little bit breathless, and slightly panicked, you felt his presence right next to you. 

you knew that well enough. 

"hi, peter." but you didn't turn. 

it wasn't worth it to look in his eyes and forget about every emotion except for him. him. 

"jeez, you walk fast." 

you say nothing. continue walking. 

"how--" he breathes in right next to you. the air is bitter. "how are you?" 

"fine." 

"fine," he repeats. "that's--that's good. it's been a couple of days. i..." 

he stops there. it would seem that he also has nothing to say. 

and because you love him--at least a little. more than you should--you take pity on the boy.

"was there something you needed?"

"i wanted to talk to you. i wanted to see you." 

"mission accomplished." 

"yeah, i deserve that." peter sighs, he reaches for your arm but you pull it out of the way. you nod your head. breathe in. breathe out. "i'm sorry." 

you don't respond. 

"can we talk?" 

"you said that last time, too." 

"yeah--but i mean it. for everything. i'm sorry i haven't seen you, and i'm sorry that i didn't call. it's just--" 

"are you going to tell me the truth?" 

peter stops. you're not quick enough to pull your arm away from him this time. "what?" 

you don't meet his eyes. stare down at his shoes instead and pretend that it isn't freezing outside. 

"are you going to come up with excuses, or tell me the truth?" 

"about what?" 

"why you've been so distant. why you've been lying." 

"y/n," he swallows. his voice is warm. his hands are cold. "i'm not--i haven't been lying to you." 

"really, peter?" 

"you're upset. i know. i understand. but i haven't--i wouldn't lie. and i've been an ass, but i want to make it up to you. i don't..." 

he stops. you stop. 

you feel the burning underneath your skin. 

you know that if you look up at him, if you meet his eyes, then you'll forgive everything. 

"you don't what?" you ask him, blinking. 

"i don't want you to be upset." 

a bitter laugh escapes your throat. 

it crawls around your skin and only continues to make you feel worse. 

"hey," peter says, so soft, so close. "will you look at me?" 

you shake your head. you nod. 

what cost? 

you look up, meeting his brown eyes, soft and concerned and completely human. 

and then you balk. 

"jesus christ," you say, taking a step back, almost tripping. 

peter grabs your arm to keep you up. "what?" 

"your face! what--what happened? oh my god, are you okay?" 

"my face?" 

"you look like an actual horror movie, peter. what the hell?" 

his hand goes up to his face and his eyes widen like he's just remembered that you can see him. like he's just remembered that he's got a cut going across his cheek, a bruise framing his eyes, and red marks that are certainly not blush. 

"what happened?" you demand, so shocked, so angry. 

"i just--" 

"what? you fell again?" 

"no, well. i mean, yes, but--" 

"no. i'm--" you take a step back from him, raise your hands in the air, claw at your hair and try to grab onto something that isn't him. "what have you been doing?" 

you're staring at him. there is not a hint of any emotion on your face. 

"nothing, y/n, i'm just--" 

"stop lying to me. for all i know you could be in a gang, you could be selling drugs, or getting in fights. i don't know. you could be messing around with other girls--" 

peter scowls. "what are you--" 

"come on, peter! just tell me. i can't--i won't listen to you lie about this anymore. you keep getting hurt. you come home with bruises all the time, and you won't tell me where you've been, and you have all these dumb excuses. i don't--what?" you look away from him. 

try to wipe the fear from your skin. try not to feel your heart explode from your chest. 

"i'm not lying," peter swears. "i'm not--i wouldn't do any of that. you know me. i wouldn't--" 

"you won't tell me what's going on," you scoff at him. "what am i supposed to think?" 

"just trust me, y/n." it's a tiny little plead, it's a stupid statement to distract you. "everything is fine." 

"no, it's not." 

"i'm sorry--"

"it's not fine, peter. the last time i saw you was two weeks ago. i haven't talked to you in days and when you do talk to me you always have an excuse." 

peter is silent. 

his eyes are not clear enough, they are not enough to make you forget. 

they are not any of the things that you had been afraid of. 

"i feel lonely all of the time because i don't know if you're going to show up or not. i'm worried about you, but you tell me that it's silly, that i'm just an idiot for being concerned because it's fine--" 

"you're not an--" 

you glare at him. "it's been five days, peter. this is the first time you've tried to reach out. it's taken you five days to show up." 

you can't say anything else. there is nothing else to say. 

you know peter. 

and you know when you've lost. 

"we can--" peter swallows. he runs a hand through his hair. "will you just come over? you can study. i won't distract you. i won't--i won't lie anymore. i just want..." 

but that. 

that isn't enough. 

peters words and his promises and tiny little fractured realities--they aren't enough to push this feeling away. and he hasn't been enough in weeks. 

you know that he has no truths, no options left to give you. 

"i have to go," you say, taking a breath and picking up the pieces off of the ground. 

they fall through your fingertips. 

"y/n, wait. i--" he tries to reach out, but you jerk away. 

"don't touch me." 

peter's eyes are wide. his face is every color. a collection of lies that you want to spit at him. 

you feel the bile rise up your throat. 

"call me when you're ready to tell the truth, peter." 

he's staring at you. he's so far away. he's so close. 

"until then," you say, and the words aren't yours. "i'm done." 

and you walk away. his eyes have changed. 

*

part two.

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Helpless

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Summary: you and Peter get kidnapped. You take the punishment for him, and Peter is heartbroken

Warnings: language, torture, kidnapping

Word Count: 890

Prompt: “I can handle it.” | Kidnapping | Fracture | Struggle

A/N: Day 3 of June of Doom by @juneofdoom

The night was dark as you and Peter Parker walked down the dimly lit streets of New York City. You had just gotten done seeing a movie at a movie theatre and were both giggling your way home. Little did you both know that danger lurked just around the corner.

A van screeched to a halt beside you and Peter. Before you guys could react, masked figures jumped out, grabbing you forcefully. Your head got banged on the van as they tried to push you in.

"Help! Let us go! Help!" you shouted, struggling against your captors. But your efforts were in vain as a cloth was placed over your mouth, causing you to lose consciousness.

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself in a dimly lit room, your hands bound together with cold metal cuffs. The throbbing pain in your head reminded you of the force with which you had been struck. Panic and fear flooded your senses as you surveyed your surroundings.

Across the room, you noticed your boyfriend, also bound and unconscious, slumped against a wall. Relief washed over you, knowing he was still alive and unmarked by blood or bruises. You watched Peter groggily regain consciousness.

"Peter, are you okay?" you whispered, concern lacing your voice.

"I'm... I'm fine," he replied weakly, his voice strained.

The captors, dressed in black attire, masks and all, entered the room. One of them sneered, relishing the power they held over their captives.

As the captor approached, his sadistic intentions evident, you summoned all your courage and locked eyes with him.

"Leave him alone," you hissed, your voice trembling but filled with unwavering determination.

The captor's laughter filled the room, mocking your defiance. "Oh, how valiant of you, my dear. But your words mean nothing to me."

He motioned to his henchmen, who closed in on Peter. Panic surged within you, and with a surge of adrenaline, you fought against your restraints. You couldn’t let your boyfriend get hurt.

“Please, do anything you want! Just leave him alone!” you cried out. In hindsight, those probably weren’t the best words to use in a room full of men, but you weren’t thinking straight and were desperate.

“Anything?” he smirked, slowly twisting around to look you up and down. Peter must have caught onto what he was implying before your jumbled mind could.

“No! Don’t you dare! I swear if you lay a hand on her I’ll—” Peter yelled, thrashing in his restraints. He’d rather die than let them have you. You, his precious girlfriend that didn’t deserve any of this.

“Shut him up! Make sure he doesn’t look away.” The captor turns to Peter, addressing him. “This is what you get for meddling with things you don’t understand.”

Peter’s eyes went wide as a resounding smack sounded in the room. Tears pooled in his eyes as he heard your shocked whimper. He struggled some more to no avail. He was helpless. He had to watch his girlfriend, the love of his life, get tortured. “It’s okay, Peter. I can handle it,” you all but whispered. Just loud enough that you knew he’d be able to hear it.

He felt like an absolute failure as he watched the men put their hands on you.

Your cries were drowned out by Peter's screams as he watched you get beaten. Hot, crimson liquid seeped from your wounds. You kept trying to break free, but you were losing strength. His heart sank even deeper at the thought of the possibility that you wouldn’t make it out alive. It hurt him.

Peter wasn’t the one getting tortured—so why did it feel like someone had stabbed him in the heart, twisting it violently? And why did it feel like his guts had been torn to shreds?

Peter wasn’t the type to murder. He never wanted to ever kill someone. That being said, seeing those hands on you made him think things he had never thought before.

One evening, while the captors were away, Peter finally managed to loosen his restraints. His wrists might have had deep cuts on them, but it was worth it for you. Anything for you. Peter quickly freed you, your weakened body struggling to stand.

"Sweetheart, we need to find a way out of here," Peter whispered, his voice filled with both determination and concern.

Hand in hand, you both silently navigated the dimly lit corridors, evading the patrolling guards.

Together you found the nearest town. Tony had flown personally to retrieve you both. You both received the best medical attention money could buy. Not wanting to be separated, you both managed to get Mr. Stark to put your beds in the same room in the med bay. Your connection was more than just friendship—it was an unbreakable bond, woven with trust and a shared purpose.

Peter had apologised until his face turned blue, having been able to get out of the hospital bed sooner than you—having endured a fracture, multiple abrasions, bruises like no other, and the list didn’t stop there.

He hated the fact that they hurt you to get to him. It was eating at him.

Nevertheless, you continuously reassured him that you didn’t blame him. That he did all he could and that was enough for you. As long as you both were safe and sound, you were happy.

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