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thursdaygxrls · 9 months

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thin ice — one

part one | part two | part three

summary — she didn’t handle the sports section of the campus newspaper, but apparently, she did this week. interviewing hockey players was easy, though—unless one of those players happened to be peter parker.

pairing — uni hockey player!peter parker x fem!journalist!reader

disclaimers — i don’t own peter parker. and pls don't come for me with the accuracy of this situation i'm begging

warnings — reader is referred to as ‘kitty’ (there’s a reason, i promise), slight one sided enemies to lovers, sewer slide jokes (very briefly), possible maybe slightly ooc, and very unedited

“You’re joking. You��re pulling the biggest prank I’ve ever seen, you are the impractical joker,” she huffs out, her eyes wide as furiously clicks her mouse, “I’m gonna die. I’m writing the note tonight—farewell, my lovely!”

“Woah, okay,” MJ, her roommate, had only just entered the room when she was bombarded with a sudden rant. She didn’t even have time to take down her ponytail of thin, red braids before her eardrums were assaulted.

“I mean it.” Spinning her chair, she meets MJ’s eyes.

“I literally just got here,” MJ plops down on the bed in front of the desk, “Care to tell me why you’re writing that note?”

“I’m a dumb, dumb girl, that’s why,” she groans in response.

“We already knew that.” MJ’s words only cause the girl in front of her to shoot daggers with her gaze; “Sorry, sorry. Why are you a dumb, dumb girl?”

“God, okay, so,” she lets out a loud sigh, “Eli is gonna be gone for the rest of the month—Europe or something, good for him. Anyways, they needed someone to cover his assignments for him until he gets back, and I volunteered, but, like, only to be nice, y’know? I did it as an obligation. But…”

“But?” MJ pressed.

“I just got an email, and it’s me,” she grumbled, “They’re putting me on Eli’s assignments.”

“Hm, I see,” MJ’s lips curl into a frown as she gently rubs the girl’s arm, “Too much work?”

“Oh, no, my stuff’s easy,” she waved her off, “Just reading the poetry submissions. I mean, it can be exhausting, but it’s not too bad.”

“Then what is it?” MJ cocks her head.

“Eli…Eli does sports,” she shuddered. MJ couldn’t contain the loud laugh that slipped out, clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle it.

“You’re worried about sports?” She giggles, her eyes twinkling.

“It’s not funny!” She smacks MJ lightly, “Sports aren’t unbearable or anything, but, like, why me? I don’t know enough! I’ll screw it up, I’ll lose my spot, they’ll stick me back in—”

“Relax,” MJ grabs her shoulders, bringing her closer, “First off, no, you won’t lose your spot, we both know they’d be losing their minds without you. Second, they wouldn’t just throw it on you if they thought you’d give them bad work, right?” She eyes MJ almost suspiciously. There’s a momentary stare-down before she relents.

“I hate that you’re right,” she sighs, spinning her chair around. MJ stops the spin by putting her hands down on the arms of the chair.

“Thought you’d be used to it by now,” she giggles, “So, what do you have to do?”

“I don’t know.” Is the mumbled reply.

“You didn’t even look?” MJ laughs again, “You were losing your mind, and you didn’t even know what you’re doing?”

“I’m sorry that I’m sensitive,” she huffs. Her gaze moves back to the laptop before her. The email is open on the screen, so she begins scrolling through it, MJ reading the words over her shoulder. Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head when she gets to the end.

“Fuck this,” she almost slams her laptop shut, but is stopped short by MJ.

“Slow down!” The redhead slaps her hand out of the way to read the rest of the email.

The ESU hockey team had made it to the NCAA Division I Men's Ice Hockey tournament for the first time in six years—and they were doing damn good. Eli had been tasked with interviewing the team captain as well as a few other star players, but, of course, it was no longer Eli's job.

"Oh, come on,” MJ rolled her eyes, “They gave you a Google Doc with questions, all you have to do is ask them and write down their response."

“That's the problem, I have to ask,” she shivered.

"You've done interviews before!" MJ was ready to smack her.

"With professors! And cool artsy people! Not hockey guys," she cringed, “I bet half of them are in a frat. They're probably gonna be assholes and tell me I have cooties."

“Are you twelve?” MJ groaned, “You sort of lucked out with this—half the work is already done for you! You don’t need to write up any questions!” A sigh left her lips as she took on a more comforting tone: “If it makes you feel any better, Harry is on the team.”

Ah, Harry. MJ had been seeing him for a little over a month by now. He wasn’t a bad guy at all. A little full of himself, but nice enough to talk to. Her eyes roved over the list of players she was set to interview. Sure enough, Harry Osborn was there. So was Miles Morales, who was described as an extremely promising freshman. Zack Coleson, who had the highest number of goals for the season. Last on the list was the team captain: Peter Parker.

“I can talk to Harry,” MJ offered, “I can let him know that it’s you doing the interviews. I’ll make sure he tells them to go easy on you—”

“No, no,” she shook her head, “That might make it worse. And they already know that it’s not Eli coming. Or they should, at least”

“You sure?” MJ quirked a brow, her features crinkling in a way that was only intelligible as concern.

“They’ll be walking on eggshells around me if they know I’m chickenshit, I won’t get a good interview,” she sighed. Even if the interview wasn’t what she wanted to do, she was going to have to. And she would do a good job—a great job.

“You got this, Kitty,” MJ squeezed her shoulders. The nickname pulled a smile from her, and she gave into MJ’s touch.

“We’ll see about that,” she relented. Her eyes traveled back to the computer screen. The interviews were scheduled two days from now at the Stark Memorial Rink.

“Hey, MJ,” she hummed, “Could you grab me my noose?”

The rink was colder than she expected. The empty stands provided no body heat, not to mention there was a literal sheet of ice on the floor. Tugging at the strap of her messenger bag, she took slow, careful steps to the plexiglass.

Clink.

Her eyes widened. There were around ten to fifteen guys in full gear out on the ice, and another ten to fifteen more on a bench near the glass or flitting around the edge of the rink. She was nervous, so she got there early. Now, she was stuck watching them practice.

Leaving was so tempting. She could go back to her dorm, or better yet, leave college entirely. She could just give up and fall off the grid, cut her credit cards, throw her phone in the ocean, sail off to Greece—

“Hello?”

She cursed the muffled voice that pulled her back into reality. Blinking, she found that standing before her was one of the very hockey players she’d seen skating on the rink before her. He was tall, and gear under his black and purple jersey made him appear far more bulkier than she theorized he was. He slipped his helmet off to reveal brown, curly hair that was drenched in sweat.

“Hi,” she replied, trying not to sound as nervous as he would. He cocked his head at her as he popped out his mouth guard.

“This is a closed practice,” he said, though, he didn’t sound all too upset that she was here.

“Oh, yeah, I know,” she nodded quickly, her fingers toying with the strap of her bag again, “I’m a bit early, I’m supposed to be interviewing some people on the team. I’m—”

“Kitty?” She was interrupted by the sound of a voice as well as skates scraping across the ice. Glancing past the guy in front of her, she saw Harry slide off the ice and clomp to benches where they currently were.

“Hey, Harry.” Her lips were screwed up in a tight grin. He’d heard MJ call her Kitty once, and now it was the only thing he’d refer to her as.

“Kitty?” Mystery guy repeated the name with a hint of intrigue.

“It’s not my real name, my friends just call me that,” she shook her head.

“What’re you doing here?” Harry asked, swinging an arm around the shoulder of the guy in front of her.

“I’m Eli’s replacement,” she explained, trying to plaster a friendly smile to her lips, “I’m doing the interviews.”

“Aw, shit, why didn’t MJ tell me we got the cool Kitty-cat on the case?” Harry grinned.

“Could you try to never say those words again? Really hated it, thanks,” her nose crinkled.

“You got it.” He tried to point finger guns at her, but with the thick gloves on, it just looked like he was pointing his whole hand.

“Hey,” he started up again, “You’re a little early, so practice isn’t over yet, but we’re almost done. It’s just the four of us, right?”

“Right,” she nodded in response. It was a relief that they’d been briefed on the situation.

“Alright, well, I’m Harry, obviously, Miles and Zack are on the ice somewhere, and this right here—” Harry jostled the shoulders of the Mystery guy, “—is Peter. Oh captain, my captain!”

Peter chuckled as Harry clapped him on the back. The noise that emanated from the friendly hit was harsh, but Peter didn’t move a muscle.

“Right,” she nodded, “So, I figured we could do them individually? There’s some sort of specific questions for each of you.”

“Sounds good, Kitty,” Harry replied. She’d smack him if he said that name again.

“Sit tight for a bit,” Peter spoke up. Even with the stubble on his chin, his smile gave him a boyish appearance. He looked her up and down quickly, “We can try to wrap up practice early.”

'A bit' ended up feeling like forever. At first, she tried to distract herself with her phone, but it didn't work: she would open apps, scroll through them, then close them just to reopen them over and over again. So she organized her bag, which took about five minutes. Time seemed to tic by in a tauntingly slow manner. It was only when she saw a few of the players emerge from the locker room did she let out a breath of relief. She immediately sucked that breath back when she realized that she would actually have to talk to some of them.

Harry went first. It was easy enough to go through the questions with him. It was like talking to an over-eager relative at a family reunion, one who was just dying to talk about all the new things they're doing. Miles wasn't all that bad to interview, either. He was a lot more nervous than she was. His awkward pauses and constant strings of 'um' and 'uh' was almost comforting. Then came Peter.

"Kitty," he grinned as soon as he saw her seated on the bench next to the rink. He no longer wore his gear—just a hoodie and a pair of gray sweats. His hair, however, was still wet and tousled. She gave him a tight lipped smile in return.

"That's not my name," she replied. Before she had time to properly introduce herself, his raspy chuckle was already echoing through the open arena.

"You said that's what your friends call you, right?" He cocked his head as he sat down on the other edge of the bench.

"You're not—” If she could just make it through the interview without fuss, she'd be one person away from being free, "—right. That's what my friends call me."

"I'm going to be recording this, just so I can reference it later," she explained almost monotonously.

"This isn't my first time," he responded with another light laugh. She had to physically bite her tongue to fight off any comments. A soft click sounded from her phone as she started a new voice memo. Her eyes scanned the list of questions on the page before her. Some she'd already asked to Harry and Miles: How does it feel to make the tournament? What is the atmosphere of the team right now? She chose a fresh question to start with.

"What's it like to be the captain of this team? Are you proud? Overwhelmed?" She asked, her voice taking on a new tone closer to a news anchor than a regular person. Peter's lips curled up at the change.

"I'm proud, yeah," he nodded, his voice smooth, "This is a great group. But we all work our asses off, so I'm not surprised by how far we've come. Being their captain is really something."

"And—"

"Do you normally do sports? For the paper, I mean." Before she could even get her next sentence out, he interrupted her. Her grip on the papers in her hand tightened.

"No, not normally," she grit out, "And going along with your thoughts on being captain, what about making it to the tournament this year?"

"It's the best feeling in the world. It's something I've been chasing after for years now, finally getting to it is just...sort of indescribable." Even when his tone is nothing but sincere, he can't wipe the cocky grin from his lips.

"I can imagine," she smiled tautly in reply, "What was it like working your way up to captain? Was it a personal journey, or did you get support from the team?"

"I'd say it was an even mix of both," he hummed, "Do you like hockey?"

"What?" She furrowed her brows.

"Are you a hockey fan?" He reiterated, "Because our next game is home, and it's sort of packed, but I could get you some tickets assuming you don't have some already—"

"No—Peter," she let out a frustrated huff, tapping on her phone to momentarily pause the recording, "This is an interview, not social hour."

"Aren't interviews inherently social?" His smirk was infuriating.

"I mean that I ask the questions, you answer them," she grumbled, "Do you act like this with Eli? Are you not taking me serious because I'm a woman?"

"What?" His smirk fell immediately, "What? No—no. I'm taking you seriously, I take women very seriously. I'm all for women. They're great."

"Then can we just do this interview and get it over with?" She sighed, her finger hovering over the unpause button. He nodded, but before she could resume the interview, he quickly added: "But do you want tickets?"

Ignoring the question, she carried on. Peter seemed to mellow out after a while and didn't interrupt again. It was almost surprising how well he'd listened: he was giving her real, insightful answers to her questions without a hint of flirtation. The final interview with Zack flowed easily, and she fled Stark Memorial Rink as quick as she could.

Transcribing the interviews was the easiest part. Days later, she would be hunched over her computer in the darkness of her shared dorm, playing and replaying the recordings and typing out the words onto the screen. Her concentration was briefly interrupted, though, when the door opened and a stream of light threaded its way through the room and onto the back of her head.

"Light bad!" She slapped her hands over her eyes, "Light very bad!"

"You're gonna go blind if you keep staring at your computer in the dark," MJ spoke in a warning tone, but ultimately closed the door.

"Then blind I must go," she sighed, swiveling on her chair to look at her roommate, "How was class?"

"Normal," MJ shrugged, sliding her bag off her shoulders, "But I have a little something for you."

"Something for little ol' me?" She gasped in dramatized delight.

"Yes," MJ grinned widely as her hand reached for the zipper of her bag, "Close your eyes."

She obliged immediately, her nose scrunched in anticipation, "I hope it's a million dollars. Is it a million dollars? Am I close?"

"Almost," MJ giggled. After a moment of anticipation, MJ gently grabbed her hands and place something into them. It was thin and papery and rectangular. Opening her eyes, she looked down to see a white envelope with 'Kitty' written out on the front. Her brows furrowed at the unfamiliar handwriting.

"Is there a check for a million dollars inside?" She asked as she cocked her head.

"No clue, it's not from me," MJ shrugged.

"Then who's it from?" Her fingers slid under the lip of the envelope.

"Harry gave it to me to give to you," MJ grinned, "He said it's from Peter."

She should've sailed to Greece when she had the chance. Inside the envelope were two tickets—Empire State University versus Pennbrook University this Saturday at seven. A long groan left her lips before she finally met MJ's eyes.

"You never got me that noose I asked for."

a/n — not sure how i’m feeling abt this one guys. hockey peter has been causing me brain rot tho so i couldn’t help myself.

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arkhamsrevenge · 6 months

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PS5 Harry Osborn x Reader requested by @seele-opal - how abt something with harry and the symbiote before he went full venom? maybe something abt how it'll react to its hosts' romantic partner

Trigger Warning! This story contains violence and talks about abuse, suicide and death!

You went to high school with Peter Parker, Mary Jane Watson and Harry Osborn. They were always nice to you but often left you to your own devices. A couple times you had scared off Flash and his buddies due to your wit and unwavering hate for the school bullies. When you heard Harry’s mother had died, you secretly started to make copies of your school work and put his name on them to lessen the load for him when he returned to school. You had kept your secret hidden well for a while until you ran into Peter Parker in the school library. Well more like he ran into you, papers scattered everywhere and as Peter helped you pick them up he saw doubles of each paper you were working on.

“So you’re the one passing Harry in Honors Lit and Economics.” He whispered. You shrugged.

“He’s going through it. Thought I’d lighten the load.” After that, Peter and MJ started eating lunch at your table. They never forced you to take your headphones out when you wanted to eat while listening to music or if you didn’t say anything at all. In fact, you were starting to like their company. Harry eventually came back to school and was surprised to know he wasn’t missing many assignments. Peter of course brought him up to speed and later that day you received a note in your locker. It was from Harry, a thank you note for helping him out. You smiled and tucked it into your bag then someone cleared their voice behind you. You turned to see Harry himself holding a small bunch of violets.

“I know they aren’t much and I picked them outside the school but I wanted to get you something and MJ said you keep drawing violets on your paper when you're bored.” You blink not knowing just how closely those two had paid attention to you. You swallowed roughly and a small smile appeared on your face.

“Thanks. That was really nice of you.” Harry laughed.

“You…I’m the one that should be on my knees thanking you. I’m still going to graduate on time because of you.” You shook your head.

“It was nothing really. It’s tough to go through…a loss. It sucks. Feels like you’ve been gutted and your chest feels like someone keeps putting weight on it. It’s hard to even get up and walk most days.” You chose your words carefully.

“Sounds like you’re familiar with this.” Harry’s eyes dropped down, tears starting to well up in his eyes. Your heart started to break. No one had been there to hold you together when your sister died by suicide. You had to hold everyone together because they were falling apart and looking to you, the oldest sibling, to fill in the cracks. It was so hard but you got through it. Now you go to therapy once a week to correct all the damage done to your mind.

“I am.” You say stepping closer. “If…uh…I’m a good listener. You know, whenever.” Harry met your eyes and a small smile appeared on his face.

“Thanks. I gotta go meet up with Pete for a project but catch you later?” You nodded and laughed as Harry waved goodbye. A couple weeks later Harry took you out on a date and you guys were a thing, not really a couple officially but a thing. MJ and Peter had the same thing going on. You even had your first kiss together in Pete’s backyard when you guys hung out for a movie night. Pete and MJ had gone into get more snacks and silence fell between you and Harry. You turned to him to ask him something when he kissed you. It wasn’t a perfect kiss by any means but you both kissed each other and then DIDN'T SPEAK OF IT AGAIN. Awkward as both were, kisses were still stolen in private. Graduation came and went but all of you kept in touch until Harry just disappeared one day to go to Europe. Eventually Peter and MJ found out what had happened to him, he wasn’t in Europe. He was sick and dying, he had been diagnosed with the same disease his mother died from. Shock would be an understatement as MJ was telling you this over the phone.

“Shit that's..awful. Where are you now?” You ask when you hear a honking noise from outside your apartment complex. “Outside. Come on.” MJ answers. You laugh and grab your bag and head out the door to run into…Harry Osborn? After not seeing him in months you expected from him to be sickly, dying but he looked just like you remembered him.

“Woah. Sorry. Uh…” He said steadying himself with his cane. You held him, got his footing and waited. “I had this whole image of me learning on the wall over here all cool while you came outside but got too excited I guess.” He even sounded the same. He had the same bright tone in his voice and he didn’t sound out of breath or anything. The look in his eyes confused you. You couldn't understand what it was but he was looking at you like he was fighting something back. But still you huff out a laugh.

“How bout you get more of your strength back then you can try to put the moves on me, OK?” Harry laughed and pulled you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around him and let him hug you for as long as he wanted.

“Thought I’d never see you again.” He whispered. You held on tighter and Harry let you go. “I’m sorry. I was being treated here in the city and didn't want you to worry about me. I’m OK though. I’m in remission.” Your jaw dropped.

“That’s great. I’m glad to hear it.” Then another honk came from behind Harry. Peter was honking Harry’s car.

“COME ON! I’D LIKE TO GET TO CONEY ISLAND TODAY!” You laughed and rolled your eyes. Harry offered you his arm and you both laughed as you carefully assented down the stairs. MJ opened the car door for you and held out a hand as you climbed in. Harry got into the driver's seat and drove to the docks where you guys caught a boat to Coney Island. Once there, all four of you went on all your favorite rides. It was just like back in high school except trouble struck. The villain known as Tombstone was captured by other bad guys? You weren’t sure because all you could do was look for your friends as you all had been separated. Tombstone looked so scared. You felt bad for him, just seconds ago he was telling you where to get the best caramel apples on Coney Island and even said thank you for talking to him. Well these people were trying to take him so as SpiderMonkey was fighting most of them off you went to try and help Tombstone. A net had been thrown on him so you started to cut it with your pocket knife, trying to free him.

“Get outta here kid! It aint gonna cut it!” He shouted at you but you were determined to help him until you were thrown to the side landing rough. You look up to see a man standing over you with a knife. You kick him in the shin and take off only to have a sharp pain run up your thigh. The bastard had thrown his knife and it sliced through your thigh. You fell and held your hand to you leg hoping to stop the bleeding. As you hid around a corner Spider-man ran off to save the people on the busted roller coaster. You started to get light headed, wanting to call out to the hero but didn’t want the people on the roller coaster to die.

“OH MY GOD!” You feel someone jerk you which makes you yell out in pain. You look to see MJ’s scared eyes. “Ohmygodohmygod oh no nonononono. Just stay with me alright? I’m gonna…I’m getting you help just keep putting-HARRY!” MJ screamed. Your eyes started to get heavy. You're losing too much blood. “HEY HEY HEY! DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT! LOOK AT ME!” Hands grab your face and shake slightly. Your eyes try to focus knowing the voice belongs to Harry who was desperately trying to keep you awake.

“We gotta stop the bleeding! Keep putting pressure on the leg. I'll go get a paramedic!.” MJ says as Harry carefully puts his arm behind you and his other under your legs. He pulls you closer to him and whispers

“Just say with me. OK? I’m not losing you a second time. We barely got a chance to- '' You suddenly feel something crawling up your leg, you don't have the strength to move it but you do have enough to open your eyes. Black goo like tentacles were creeping up your leg, stopping at the gash in your thigh, the goo covers it and the pain slowly fades. Are you imagining this? “Holy shit.” Harry. Harry’s still here? The goo continues to cover your body until everything fades to black.

You gasp for air look around frantically, your still at Coney Island but on a roof top and someone was still holding you. You look up to see Harry, sitting with you curled up against him.

“Hey.” He breathes sounding relieved that you woke up.

“Hi? What happened?” You ask.

“Well…we need to talk.” You turn to see Peter in a Spider-man suit. “Now I know this might be shocking but-” “Oh please.” You croak. “I’ve known for years.” You say starting to move trying to stand.

“Woah. Not so fast OK? You lost a lot of blood.” Harry says holding you tighter. “Your body temp is still a little low so just…for now just stay.”

“I should be dead.” You whisper. “How is it I’m not?” Harry looks to Pete who looks right back at him.

“I…think I healed you.” Harry says. You blink thinking he’s lost his marbles.

“Huh.” Then tentacles start peaking out of Harry's back. So you weren’t hallucinating. “Harry what?”

“It’s my treatment. This exoskeleton suit is healing me but…it healed you leg and then like wrapped around your entire body until you were healed enough. I have no idea who it works but I’m glad it did.” Your jaw is still on the floor not knowing what to say. “Pete and I are going to run some tests and you're gonna come. I’m not letting you out of my sight until you see Dr. Connors.” Harry says picking you up with ease. He wasn’t able to do that before.

“Harry, how-” “The suit. It really did heal me more than I could have hoped for.”

#spider man 2 ps5 #harry osborn #ps5 harry osborn #harry osborn x reader #ps5 spiderman

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t-lostinworlds · 9 months

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A Strange(r’s) Comfort | Peter Parker

A/N: had this idea right after i saw nwh which was...years ago now lol. rewatched it again recently so here’s me dusting off a wip that’s been sitting in my drafts. basically, this is just me giving peter some comfort in a way, bc that boy really needs one :((

》 PAIRING: peter parker x female!reader 》 TROPE/GENRE: strangers to lovers (mostly implied); soft angst; hurt/comfort 》 SUMMARY: Peter found a strange comfort in the graveyard, no less. But hearing about your day-to-day had been the highlight of his. And when one night led to the both you showing vulnerability, suddenly, Peter didn't feel so alone anymore. Maybe a stranger's comfort wasn't so bad. 》 WARNINGS: Spoilers? (i mean it’s been a while); bad jokes/puns (one about chicken & one about sex lmao); peter eavesdropping (sorta...ya know, enhanced hearing); it’s mostly set in the graveyard so...; mentions of: death, car accident, drunk drivers, being in jail for a moment, petty theft, peer pressure; and overall just dealing with grief and peter & reader bonding over their experience with grief. 》 WORD COUNT: 5.2k+ (issa baby fic)

📍 BLOG NAVIGATION ✩ P. PARKER MASTERLIST ✩ MAIN MASTERLIST ✩

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Some might consider it unhealthy, but was there really a 'right' way to deal with the loss of someone you hold near and dear to your heart? They might even say it was excessive, but who were they to police him? They didn't know what he was going through. They could never understand what he was going through.

A part of him had excused it with his wounds being fresh, that with time, he'd be able to learn not to dwell too long on the remnants of the people he loves. Maybe with time, he'd be able to move on, something that seemed so impossible at the moment. But he'll get there—well, he hoped so, at least.

Either way, there was no doubt that everyone handled grief differently.

For Peter Parker, that was visiting May's grave every day.

Once was enough.

That was what he limited himself to, at least.

But still, it was barely enough to settle the demons in his head. Barely enough to stop him from replaying the scene over and over.

Peter had been recalculating in utter desperation as to what else he could've done better, what else he could've done more to save her.

That was what it was like most nights.

Some nights, though, his mind would switch things up a bit, thinking that maybe he was going about it wrong. Maybe it was a case of what he shouldn't have done.

Those nights Peter sometimes found himself picking apart every choice he'd ever made before it led to that point.

Maybe if he hadn't chosen to go on that stupid school trip to Europe then this wouldn't have happened. Maybe his identity wouldn't have been revealed and it wouldn't have led for that first domino to tumble, knocking over the rest that made his life turn for the absolute worse.

Or maybe, he didn't need to go that far back in the past. Maybe he simply shouldn't have chosen to question Dr. Strange's decision to send those villains back to where they came from immediately.

But sadly, that was all there was to it.

Peter's thoughts were simply and only just a whole bunch of unanswerable maybes.

Maybe this, maybe that. Maybe he owed it to them to try his best and fix things, maybe he didn't owe them anything at all. Maybe it was the wrong choice to try and save everyone, maybe it was right.

Aunt May said he did the right thing.

But it didn't feel like it sometimes.

Hell, it didn't even feel like it was even worth it. And no matter how much he tried to tell himself that it was right, his thoughts still managed to convince him that every. single. choice he made was simply wrong.

It wasn't even difficult to come to that conclusion anymore. Because ever since he got bitten by that spider, his loss considerably outweighed all his wins. And from then onwards, it just felt like he kept losing, and losing, and losing, and losing.

Right now, the most mundane thing he'd been losing lately was sleep, at the very least.

He'd gotten a job as a delivery guy at this small chicken joint a couple of streets down his apartment. Some might call it cheating—in his opinion, it was simply taking a shortcut—but he'd leave the bicycle they'd lend him in an alleyway and just swing the chickens to their destination. Sure, changing in and out of his suit was a bit tiring but it was definitely far better than dealing with New York traffic.

Apart from that, he'd also begun with some freelance photography work, dusting off the old DSLR camera Ben and May got him. He got decent at it a while back. But it got long forgotten the minute they bought him his first video game console, two years later.

He was starting off small, from random birthday parties to taking photos of restaurants or any establishment that was looking to use the pictures for ads or whatever. He was up for anything, anyone who didn't mind getting an okay photo at best.

There wasn't much to it, though, since nobody was really keen on hiring someone who didn't have experience. As a matter of fact, he didn't even have a high school diploma. Which had now led to him sacrificing countless hours of studying for his GED tests.

So, it was safe to say that he was handling a lot, especially juggling it with his still ongoing nighttime patrols.

Yet all of that seemed so much easier compared to what he had to deal with once he was lying in bed, wide awake even if it was past midnight. What went on in his day-to-day was only a fraction of the reason why he was losing sleep because his damning thoughts just had a habit of being so loud once everything else had quieted down.

It was hard as it was dealing with grief, even though he for sure had dealt with it more times than needed in such a short amount of time.

But what was more difficult about it this time around, was dealing with alone.

And Peter Parker was truly and utterly, alone.

No fellow Avenger to advise on ways to deal with this. After all, they were the only people who could understand even the slightest bit of what he was going through.

Saving the rest only to fail at saving one, losing someone in the midst of fighting for the rest of the world.

No Happy to offer some guidance on dealing with the loss of someone near and dear to you. Or for him to just be there as someone Peter could relate to, just like when Tony had died.

No Ned and MJ to give him company, offer their different ways of comfort as best as they could. They weren't there to simply make him laugh, offer that tiniest moment of reprieve, distract him with their theories and arguments about anything and everything to help him escape from, well, everything.

Right now, Peter had no one.

Going from having the people he truly cared about be only one call away, to suddenly being someone labeled as 'unknown number' in their contact lists, it was difficult.

But maybe he would just learn to live with it.

And maybe the first step to being able to live with his grief was to visit May frequently.

It didn't matter what time of the day it was. Whether it was early morning or just a few minutes after lunch, or when the sky started tinting orange as the sun slowly set. Midday or midnight, dusk or dawn, it didn't matter as long as he could visit her just once.

Maybe a part of him was hoping that by some miracle he'd hear her voice again, telling him, even if it was the last time, that you're going to be okay.

Peter needed it, so badly. He needed to be told that things would turn out alright because him being fine? It seemed like a far-off dream at this point.

He'd been to space, been to the mirror dimension, fought villains from other universes, been the center of a spell that erased people's memories and made them forget who he was.

Surely hearing the voice of a loved one that had passed wasn't too much to ask?

Yet every day, every moment he ventured into the graveyard, he was met by silence.

Well, aside from the distant hum of New York as life moved on. There was also the deep howl of the wind at night, a few cracking branches accompanied by the soft coo of crows.

Some would probably find peace from all the white noise, but Peter couldn't say he found any comfort in it. He'd only grown accustomed to it, used to tuning out the rest of the world to avoid being reminded of a life he once had.

Still, quietness had always been typical during his visits.

That, until one Saturday afternoon.

•••

Peter sensed another person approaching before he could even see them.

The soft crunch of fallen leaves was what he heard first, followed by a soft humming of some holiday song.

He looked up from the book he was reading, curious eyes landing on someone carrying flowers, a slight pep in her step which was unusual given the location.

Still, there was something about you that Peter couldn't help but be drawn to.

"There we go, all nice and clean," he heard you say, rustling of dried leaves and the soft brushing of clothes following suit. "And flowers well hydrated with bottled spring water."

You were talking to yourself.

It was a habit, he assumed. You just seemed comfortable doing it, as if you were having a mundane conversation with someone else.

Peter found it oddly endearing.

"I brought your favorite this time Dad because I am sure you're complaining to Mom why I always bring her favorite flowers," you explained with a soft laugh. "I sometimes forget you're a flowers type of guy, too."

No—you weren't talking to yourself.

You were talking to the gravestone.

His curiosity piqued even more.

It wasn't that you were being loud, either. Not at all. You were speaking softly as you typically would if you were by yourself in a graveyard, no less.

But because of his enhanced hearing, he simply couldn't help but listen.

"Sorry I haven't been here for a little while, just been busy with you know, moving, college, finding a job with a minimum wage that will not cover rent alone so what even is the point? We look for a job to survive but when we do find a job it doesn't even pay you enough to get by? Some people don't even hire you because 'not enough experience' and I'm like, duh? I'm trying to gain experience hence why I'm applying? Who even invented this shithole?"

Peter found himself nodding along, unable to argue with your claims when they were filled with nothing but the truth.

"Sorry, sorry, it just doesn't make a damn sense," you sighed. He could almost hear you rolling your eyes. "Anyway, I then have other adult things I really don't want to deal with like learning how to deal with taxes and stuff which is so dumb given I'm close to broke and—where does my tax go, anyway? Some politician's tenth vacation to the Bahamas, probably."

For the first time in a long while, Peter cracked a smile.

"Ugh, I am sorry, I promise I don't come here only to complain to you guys," you said, "But I am doing okay…"

He couldn't really explain the 'why,' but the soft tug in his heartstrings was definitely real when he heard the melancholia in your voice.

"The holidays are coming up," you said softly, the slight shake in your tone unmistakable. Yet as it rushed to the surface, it was just as quickly replaced with a chipper one.

"They always tell me how you both are watching over me now. But I don't know if I really want that," you sighed exaggeratedly. "Not because I hate you guys. But imagine if I was having sex? I really don't want to think about you 'watching over me' because it's really uncomfortable."

Peter couldn't stop his snort, his eyes widening as he spared you a glance. He was as grateful that you didn't seem to hear him.

The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was eavesdropping—well, maliciously, at least.

"It's a joke, Mom. See, Dad gets it."

Silence hung in the air after that, a sudden gust of wind blowing away the leaves that littered the snow-covered grass.

But he had a feeling the shake in your voice wasn't because of the cold.

"I really miss you guys…"

Peter left at that.

He didn't see you again for the next few days, probably because he never did visit at the same hour of the day. He never actively tried to see what time you were there, either—if you went every day at all. He'd just become a stalker at that point.

So, every time you did cross paths, it was entirely by chance.

The next encounter was when he brought his lunch with him to the graveyard. He'd caught sight of you sitting on a pink blanket that was laid out on the grass, legs crossed with a box of pizza to your right.

Instinctively, you looked up and over your shoulder when you heard his footsteps.

Your eyes immediately locked with his.

Pretty was the first word that came to his mind.

Beautiful, when you offered him a sweet and warm smile.

"Hello," you greeted.

Peter couldn't help but smile in return.

"Hi."

Nothing else was said after that.

You both respectively ate your lunches in your little corners, your soft humming bringing a comforting peace, one he still couldn't quite explain.

And from there on out, Peter learned that you did go there every day, but it was only either at lunchtime or late in the afternoon.

Because whenever Peter went during those times, you were always there.

As he said, he never actively tried to be there whenever you were. He didn't change anything with his routine. He still went there at random times of the day.

You and him crossing paths simply happened.

And most of those moments, Peter couldn't help but listen in on your rambles.

It might have been wrong, otherwise, creepy, but it wasn't like you were unaware of his presence. You weren't being loud, but you weren't exactly whispering into nothing either. If it were an unenhanced being, they would still hear you, but maybe only slightly inaudible. Peter just had the ability to make out your words a little clearer than the average person.

Besides, all your stories had been mundane at most, quite adorable at best.

Like that one time you ran into a post because you saw a cat wearing some boots and a clear raincoat across the road. Or that time you missed your stop in the subway because you kept talking to a Corgi who was lounging comfortably in their owner's backpack.

"His little legs were so cute!"

Like he said, adorable.

But if it was something personal, though, he'd learned to tune it out. He made sure to keep those matters out of his ear, leaving your private conversations, well, private.

Yet your silly and terrible jokes, your gripes about society and the unfairness of the world, to your little story times and mundane gossip of what you'd heard on the street, Peter couldn't help but tune in as if he was listening to the morning radio.

It made Peter feel lighter somewhat, a feeling he never once associated when being in a graveyard.

He didn't know if it was your stories, or if it was simply hearing that soft tone of your voice. Either way, he found it comforting, which was so strange.

Never had he ever thought he would find comfort from a stranger, no less.

A strange comfort.

•••

"People always ask why did the chicken cross the road. They never ask why the chicken didn't cross the road."

Peter perked up in curiosity, ready to hear another of the many jokes you'd completely ruined.

He found it absolutely hilarious how you were churning typical and old punchlines into horrible ones.

The funniest part was, it seemed like you were doing it on purpose.

"Why, you ask? Because they physically can't anymore," you said, pausing for added effect. "People enjoy eating chicken legs way too much."

Peter's eyes grew wide, gaze landing on the chicken leg he just finished. He couldn't stop the sound that escaped his lips.

It was a mix between a wheeze, a laugh, and a cough.

Loud enough to get your attention.

"Hey," you called, voice sounding closer. "Are you okay?"

"Oh—uhm, hi," he stammered, caught off guard when you were now suddenly in front of him. Clearing his throat, he nodded. "And yeah, I'm good,"

"Do you need some water?" You offered him a bottle.

"No, no, I've got my own," he declined, lifting his bottle. "But thank you."

"Oh okay," you said, smiling sweetly. "It just sounded like you were choking or something so I wanted to make sure if you were alright."

Peter blushed.

"No, I was…uhm—" He scratched the back of his neck. "I was holding back my laugh."

You tilted your head, bottom lip jutted out and Peter found himself thinking of ways to smooth out the little crinkled on your forehead, maybe kiss—wait what?

"Why would you do that?" you asked.

Shit.

Did I say that out loud?

"Sorry?" He blinked at you.

"Why would you hold back your laugh?"

"Oh," he sighed, mostly in relief. "Just didn't want to seem creepy and I wasn't…eavesdropping or anything but I uhm—heard your joke." Chuckling shyly, he smiled. "It was pretty funny."

"Funny because it was bad?" You raised a knowing brow. "If you say it was good then I'm really going to question your sense of humor."

"It was really bad," he admitted, breathing out a laugh.

The way your smile brightened made Peter's heart do a funny thing.

"Thanks," you giggled. "I pride myself in my bad jokes."

"Yeah," he breathed out, willing his heart to stop being so goddamn weird, what is going on with you? "And sorry for not helping the chickens cross the road."

You stared at him confused.

That was until he pointed towards the bag on the ground that had the logo of a chicken on it.

Your hearty laugh rang in the air.

Peter found himself growing warmer at the sound, the burn starting right in his chest and spreading to the whole expanse of his body.

"I—whew, sorry, wow," you heaved after a moment. "Haven't laughed like that in a while."

Both of you fell silent after that—not an awkward one. If anything, it was pleasant, like there was an unspoken understanding being exchanged with a simple look.

"This may seem like weird advice but try and talk to them," you softly said.

Peter looked at you, confused.

You gestured toward the tombstone with a sympathetic smile.

"They might hear it, they might not, there's really no way of knowing," you explained. "But what more could you lose if you try? Plus, you'll get it off your chest and that's always progress."

"I—" Peter nodded, the corner of his lips curling up. "Thank you. I'll keep it in mind."

You smiled at that. "I'll see you around."

"See you around," he hummed, gaze never leaving your figure even as you left, his eyes steady on the path you walked on as he mulled over your words.

It was kind of weird advice, but at the same time, it made perfect sense.

Peter didn't question it nor did he judge—who was he to judge? After all, everyone handled grief differently.

But as he sat down on the ground, eyes steady on the lettering of May's name, he found the words flowing out so easily.

"Hi, May I—" Peter took a sharp breath, blinking away the sting that started to settle in his eyes. "Wow. It's been a while since I've talked to you, huh?"

It started out simple, filling her up with what was new with his life recently—the job, his education, all those mundane stuff.

But then as he shifted from one topic to another, he inevitably started talking about all the things that felt so wrong. And once that train left the station, it was so difficult to stop.

It wasn't a complaint. It was an unloading of the baggage he'd been carrying around alone for quite some time now.

All the loneliness and grief, the boiling anger and consuming regret, the love and the love lost, to the bleak look of what his future held.

Peter didn't realize he was crying until a soft gush of wind brushed his cheeks, the coldness making him catch his breath with a shiver.

And then, a small white butterfly flew right in front of him, stopping momentarily before disappearing into the now setting sky.

Peter let out a breath.

Lighter and relieved.

It could've been a coincidence, or maybe it wasn't at all.

But what more could he lose if he took that as a sign that she heard him?

So with a small, tearful smile, he sighed,

"Thanks for always hearing me out, May."

Since then, he'd grown to tell May about his day. Some were tougher than others, while some were snippets of his new life—mundane and simple but starting to become fulfilling the more he looked at it from different perspectives.

As the weeks passed by, Peter's everyday visits became every other day. At first, the guilt of missing a day was heavily consuming. But it didn't take long for it slowly turn into a soft lull—still there, but not as bad as it used to be.

There was one other thing he hoped for whenever he wandered into the graveyard, though.

To see you again.

If it was one last time just so he could say thank you, then he'd take it.

That didn't mean he wasn't wishing for it to be more.

•••

The hair on every inch of Peter's body stood up when he heard it.

It was definitely not his spider sense going awry. This was very much a human reaction.

Well, he could imagine that when the first thing a person would hear as they venture into a graveyard in the dead of the night was crying, even the toughest men would get spooked.

But as soon as Peter located the source of the sound, his heart broke.

He wasn't expecting to find you, sat on the cold ground alone, hugging your knees to your chest, body shaking with sobs.

His first instinct was to fight whoever it was that made you cry because how fucking dare they?

But with a controlled breath, Peter walked over to you, making sure to step on dried leaves so you'd be aware of his presence.

Your head snapped up at the sound, puffy red eyes landing on him.

His frown could only deepen as he slowly sat beside you, offering you a tender smile with his arms wide open.

You stared at him with furrowed brows, eyes switching between his face and his open arms, downright confused.

Peter couldn't blame you. After all, you didn't know him.

He was ready for you to yell at him for being a creep, to scream at him to get lost. He was prepared for you to push him away—hell, punch him in the face—and run as fast as you could.

But instead, your lips quivered, a broken sob following suit. With your head hung low, you fell into his embrace.

And Peter hugged you as tightly as he could.

He didn't say anything, didn't feel like it was needed. He simply held you close, rubbing circles over your back as he gently rocked you from side to side.

Crying it all out until you couldn't anymore was, most of the time, the best thing you could do at the moment.

So he let you.

Only when your sobs turned to sniffles to soft shaky breaths did you pull away.

"Your shirt," you gasped shakily, bottom lip jutting out as your eyes began to water again. "Oh no, I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay," he reassured, squeezing your shoulders before reluctantly letting you go. "I wouldn't have offered you a hug if I minded."

"Thank you," you whispered. "I really needed that."

"No worries." He nodded with a small smile. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's just—" you sighed, wiping your face with the sleeves of your coat. "It's my first holiday alone so it's been kinda tough."

"Me too," he hummed, smiling sadly when you looked at him, a mixture of surprise and understanding crossing your face. "My parents have been gone since I was a kid, and I was left with my uncle and aunt. My uncle died a few years ago so all I had left was her but now she's…"

"I'm sorry," you softly said, your hand finding his.

You gave it a squeeze.

Peter squeezed back.

"I only had my parents growing up," you started, gesturing at the tombstone. "Didn't get to meet my grandparents, never really met many of my relatives because they're all halfway across the world, so now it's just me."

Peter didn't know what it was, exactly. Maybe it was the warmth of your hand still holding his and your kind eyes bearing no judgment or pity. Maybe it was the sheer comfort you provided, one that he still couldn't quite explain.

Either way, he found himself sharing what it had been like for him. Sure, he left out details to keep his deepest secret uncovered, and to come and think about it, it was mostly things connected to Aunt May. But Peter definitely spilled way too much to someone he barely even knew.

He did not regret it one bit.

"I promised to protect her and I—"

"I'm sure you gave it your all," you assured.

"Not enough to keep her alive," he scoffed, tone far more bitter than he intended to. He caught himself, shaking his head. "Sorry, sorry—"

"Never apologize for how you feel," you said firmly.

Peter nodded, his attention caught by your thumb that was absentmindedly running circles over the back of his hand. You'd been holding onto it as you listened to his story, and he found himself not minding it at all.

If anything, a part of him wanted you to never let go.

"But I get it," you breathed out. "The whole 'this is my fault' thing."

"Was it an accident?" he asked softly.

You nodded. "Car crash. Some drunk frat boys thought it was a good idea to test out how fast they could go in their new truck into an open road."

He frowned. "That's not your fault."

"It is," you insisted. "They wouldn't have been out on the road in the first place if they weren't coming to pick me up in the dead of the night." Shaking your head, you scoffed, "I wish I could say I was at a friend's house but they were coming to bail me out of jail."

Attempting to lighten up the mood, Peter softly bumped his shoulder with yours. "Am I in the midst of a troublemaker?"

That earned him a teary chuckle.

He took it as a win.

"Not quite," you sighed, your smile fading. "Got hung up with the wrong crowd. They kept teasing me that I was too much of a miss goody two shoes and that I should live a little."

"Peer pressure is one nasty thing."

"Yeah well, I still did it." You shrugged, anxiously gnawing on your bottom lip. "A group of us were walking home from a party and we passed by this random minimart on the way. My so-called friends thought it was a good idea to dare me to steal one thing from the store, to break my 'good girl' streak as they put it.

"They all gave me ultimatums, one of them was either I steal something or they'll tell the whole school that I was the real definition of 'The freaks in bed are always the quiet ones' so my loser reputation is no more. They said they can't hang around me anymore if I kept being the loser of the group. It was tough because they were all the friends I had."

Peter couldn't stop the surge of pure anger that ran through him. "They sound fucking horrible."

"Yeah, and I was stupid enough to go along with it." Shaking your head, you chuckled, tone void of humor. "It wasn't even the owner who saw me, it was some random white woman yelling bloody murder as if I was burning the goddamn place down. And the second my friends saw the security guards? Oh, they ran, left me there to fend for myself."

Peter unclenched his fist, settling to rub circles on your back instead.

"It was one candy," you choked back a sob, gesturing towards the tombstone. "But the punishment feels—"

Peter wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in for a side hug when you started crying again.

"And you know what hurts most?" you whimpered, fisting his jacket as you laid your head on his shoulder. "Knowing that the last memory they had of me was just filled with disappointment."

"I'm sure that's not true," he said softly, squeezing you close. "They loved you."

"I know they did I just—"

"Wish you could go back and change every decision you made?"

You lifted your head off his shoulder and looked at him, eyes glossy yet he saw the flicker of gratefulness in them.

Peter felt it in himself too, an appreciation to finding someone who could understand even the littlest bit of what he was going through.

"Yeah," you shakily breathed out, letting out a soft laugh as you wiped your nose. "God, what a way to celebrate the holidays, huh?"

He chuckled at that, nodding.

It was definitely something, crying your heart out, spilling all your trauma to a stranger in the dead of night at a graveyard.

But there was only one thought that stayed at the forefront of his mind.

Peter didn't feel so alone anymore.

"Yeah," he hummed, a shy smile playing on his lips. "But I'm glad I'm not alone."

Your whole face brightened, your fingers interlacing with his.

"Me too," you said, smiling. "We're going to be okay."

Peter felt some weight lift off his entire back at those simple words of reassurance.

"We're going to be okay."

Teasingly bumping his shoulder with yours, you hummed, "I'm Y/N, by the way."

You both laughed at the absurdity of it, getting to know each other's pain, regret, hurt and grief before even getting the chance to know a name.

"Peter," he sighed, squeezing your hand. "Peter Parker."

Later that night, he somehow gathered up the courage to ask if you wanted to get some hot cocoa with him. And when you said yes with that smile he'd grown to adore so much, Peter had an inkling that you wouldn't stay a stranger to him in the long run.

But for now, as you laid your head on his shoulder, your soft breaths visible in the cold air, tiny snowflakes on your lashes, face glowing underneath the moonlight, warmth and contentment bloomed in his chest.

Peter was smiling.

Genuine and pure, and perhaps a sign of a new beginning.

A stranger's comfort wasn't so bad, after all.

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hurtspideyparker · 3 months

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Peter Parker's Guilt Complex

Uncle Ben died because he didn't step up. If he isn't using his powers for good, then he's using them for bad. There is no neutrality for him, no stepping away from Spider-Man. We see this shown in Captain America Civil War:

"when you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen? they happen because of you"

Peter takes responsibility for the city of New York's safety all in his own back. Tony Stark validates him as a hero by having him fight alongside and against the Avengers, which fuels his belief that he's able to take on more than petty crime (when Tony doesn't provide anything more high-stakes, he takes his own risks. if bigger, badder things are out there and he isn't there to stop them? his fault.)

He can't step away, even for his own safety (his fault his fault his fault)

When he nearly dies in that collapsed building in homecoming it becomes glaringly obvious that there are no other heroes coming to save him. Even Peter Parker needs Spider-Man to save him; this only hammers in the idea that he can never rest as a hero, because then who else will save the city?

Peter drops his extracurriculars, stops hanging out with his friends. He becomes consumed with his hero identity (no breaks no time what if they need me what if there's danger what if I was having fun or doing homework while someone was dying?).

Then Peter becomes an Avenger, fights in a war, and loses people. Loses Tony. He's 16 and he just saved the world - so he takes a break. Goes to Europe with his class. Aunt May snuck the Spider-Man suit in his bag; the red and blue follow him like a ghost and he's haunted by expectations to save the world, to be the next Stark.

And Fury is there to remind him once again what a failure he is (step up, fight, no breaks. my fault my fault my fault). And for the first time in his career he considers that maybe the world is better without Spider-Man. Maybe he just makes things worse.

Beck is better. Beck will fix things. Peter chooses to be just a little selfish for once and hands over the Stark legacy to someone more qualified so he can go kiss a pretty girl.

It backfires; Peter's guilt nearly swallows him whole. Not only did he shit on everything great Tony thought he was, but now he's handed a super weapon to the latest villain hell bent on killing him and his friends (the people around me get hurt the people I care about the people that I put in danger my fault my fault my fault).

When his identity is revealed maybe a small part of him thinks he deserves this. The public may have the details wrong but in the end they're right, he's a fraud and a danger. He hurts the people he loves, lets them down and puts them in harm's way.

Ned and MJ can't get into MIT because of him, he tries to fix it. He messes up the spell, he tries to fix it. May dies and he can't fix it (my fault my fault my fault).

He lets them go. Blinded by his guilt he can no longer see the light and love he brought into people's lives, only the darkness he's stained them with. He cuts the strings and along with it goes some of the guilt that weighs him down, but where the guilt resided is now a gaping hole of loneliness, his chest as hollow as the apartment he now lives in.

On nights where he misses Ned's laughter, and MJ's witty comments, May's hugs, and working in Tony's lab, he still hears the voice in his head reminding him my fault my fault my fault. Though instead of guilt it only brings melancholy and resignation. This decision has to be the right one because the only person it's hurting is himself.

Peter Parker was a guilty man. So he gave up everything he had until there was nothing left to be guilty for.

Peter Parker is a selfless man.

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 5 months

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A New Home

Pairing: Platonic! Peter Parker & Reader; Reader x Bucky (but that's not really plot relevant)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: uh none really just mentioning of all the tragedies MCU Peter has endured lmao

Genre: it's pretty fluffy- there's minor angst

Summary: You happen to be the only person who still remembers Peter Parker exists and you are not about to hang him out to dry. So what happens when you take Peter in and basically become his guardian? Well- nothing is simple where super-teens are involved, but you and Peter can certainly handle whatever comes your way. Right?

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You're worried. You know you've been gone for months and things can change a lot in a few months but it shouldn't be this hard to find Peter. Flying down the streets of New York you finally spot the kid through an open window in a rundown apartment building.

"Parker! There you are! Dude, I've been looking all over the city for you what the hell?" You lean against the window sill, startling Peter when you speak.

"Miss y/n! You know who I am!" Peter blinks at you.

"Well duh, why wouldn't I? And what are you doing in this godawful apartment?"

"Well-" Peter trails off, avoiding your gaze.

"Peter, what did you do?" Your eyes widen.

"I- made the entire world forget who I am?" He says hesitantly. You blink at him for a moment.

"Wh- ho- why would you- what made you think that was a good idea?"

"It wasn't a good idea it was the only idea." He says.

"I- how'd ya figure?" You tilt your head.

"It's a... long story." He mutters.

"So start telling it. Been lookin' for you all over the city so I've got time."

"Okay- it all started when I went on a summer trip to Europe and I met this guy- Mister Mysterio, and it was right after Mr. Stark died and you know, he was pretty important to me and you were away and Mr. Stark left me so much tech that I didn't know what to do with so when Mister Mysterio basically offered to take me under his wing I dunno I thought it'd help me deal with the Mr. Stark thing but he ended up being a super bad dude and I had to fight him and just before I defeated him he like released a video telling the whole world I was Spiderman and also painting me like a bad guy and it totally ruined my life. Like when I started senior year in the fall there were people literally protesting outside of my school! Some wanted me to pay for what I did to Mister Mysterio but others thought I had a reason for what happened since I'm like a neighborhood hero-"

"Well did you?" You ask cutting off Peter's frantic 2x speed recap.

"What?" He blinks at you.

"Have a reason. For whatever happened with Mysterio."

"Of course I did! He wanted to use Stark's tech to take over the world!"

"I'm just pulling your leg kid- I know you'd never harm a dude for no reason." You chuckle. "I'm just dispelling tension because you're speedrunning. So this guy ruined your life by telling the world you're Spiderman. What happened next?"

"Well with all the chaos it caused me in my daily life I went to Mr. Strange to try and fix it."

"You went to Strange." You repeat.

"Yeah cuz he's got that magic stone and with you gone, he's like the only person I know who might've been able to do the thing I was thinking of." Peter shrugs.

"And what was the thing you were thinking of?"

"I was going to see if there was a spell that could make the world forget that I was Spiderman but while we were doing the spell I remembered that there were people I had already told independent of the whole Mysterio thing and I didn't want them to forget because it's so much easier to not have to lie to Ned or MJ or Aunt May so I kept fixing the spell to be more specific than 'everyone forgets Peter Parker is Spiderman' and did you know there are other Spidermen in other versions of reality?!"

"That makes sense." You nod.

"What?"

"I travel through time and space a lot, I've seen hundreds of versions of hundreds of people- there being other Spidermen makes sense. What was your spell?"

"Well I altered it a few times while Mr. Strange was creating it but the last thing I said was something like 'everyone who already knew before should still know' and somehow it brought people who knew other Spidermen here. Specifically two other Spidermen and of course, they were all villains because I guess those guys do not have friends back home-"

"Peter!" You gasp barely holding back your laughter.

"Sorry- that was rude but I was really overwhelmed okay there was a dude who could like control electricity, and a guy made out of sand, and a huge freaking lizard monster, and a guy who dressed like a goblin and he killed Aunt May and there was a dude with gigantic mechanical tentacle arm thingies that came out of his back it was- terrifying."

"Oh honey." You sigh.

"We almost died in the process but me and the other Spidermen managed to kick them back to where they belonged, but Mr. Strange's botched spell was causing a collision of the multiverse so to reverse it we- had to make the whole world forget Peter Parker altogether." Peter says. There are a few moments of silence as you contemplate what to say next. Scolding him seems harsh, he's been through too much since you've last seen him.

"When did that happen? The forget-me-not spell part."

"Like- four months ago." He shrugs.

"And you've just been on your own here since then?" You frown.

"Aunt May's dead- no one else knows who I am- I- I didn't have anywhere to go." He shrugs.

"Do you want to stay here?" You ask.

"What?"

"I- hate this apartment, I don't really like you living here it's- tiny and probably not up to safety codes but if you'd rather stay I can't force you to move I just- I'd feel better if you moved in with me. So I'm asking."

"I don't wanna be a burden."

"Oh don't be ridiculous I could never see you as a burden and you've had a hard enough time in the last year there is no reason for you to have it any harder than it needs to be. If you want to move in with me there's plenty of room." You tell him.

"You mean it?"

"Absolutely." You nod.

"Okay- I'll- pack my things I guess."

"Good." You clap your hands together and climb fully into the apartment to help him.

It takes a few hours but eventually, you get Peter out of that shoebox of his and set him up in what used to be your guest room. He spends a little while in there unpacking until he's apparently too overwhelmed to do any more of it and takes refuge in the living room to watch TV. You're in the kitchen when he comes out and declares unpacking will have to wait and while you don't want to bring his mood down you feel like you have to check in before you can finish the baking you were doing. You take a seat in the armchair next to where Peter is perched on your couch.

"I- didn't get a chance to ask earlier but, how are you dealing with the whole Aunt May thing? You barely got to grieve Tony before it all went to shit it seems."

"I- haven't really had a whole lot of time to dwell on it actually, but I've been to visit her a couple of times."

"If you need anything Peter please ask and I'm serious. We've been family for quite a while as far as I'm concerned but especially now. Can't have you thinking you've got no one left in this world."

"Thanks y/n. Although I seriously don't get how Mr. Strange's spell didn't affect you too." Peter frowns.

"Dunno- maybe I was traveling through time when he did it. Or somewhere in space, outta range." You shrug.

"Lucky for me I guess." He says.

"Very." You stand and ruffle his hair before returning to the kitchen. You're glad he seems to be getting comfortable in your home already. You want him to be comfortable here, he deserves a little comfort after all that's happened. Some time later you hear the lock to your front door click open as you pull cookies out of your oven.

"Y/n?" Bucky's voice calls from the door.

"Kitchen!" You call back setting the tray on the counter. You can hear Bucky making his way down the hall before he enters the kitchen. His smile turns to a look of confusion and he retreats from sight for a moment and then pivots back into the kitchen.

"There's a boy in your living room babe." He points out.

"Yeah, I know that's Peter." You say with a laugh.

"Do we know Peter?"

"I know Peter."

"How?"

"He's-" you pause for a moment. Bucky won't remember him. He barely knew the kid in the first place. "He's my godson." You say. That's probably believable.

"You have a godson?!"

"I have a few godchildren actually- he's just the oldest." You say. Truth.

"He's got siblings?"

"No, he's an only child but I am a godparent to multiple children that are not related to each other."

"Including that one?" Bucky points down the hall in the general direction of your living room.

"Yes including that one. He's moved in with me." You say.

"What?!" Bucky's eyes widen.

"It's a... long story- he's not my nephew or anything I actually didn't know his parents. I was friends with his aunt who ended up responsible for him after his parents died and she made me her- for lack of a better word, successor if anything happened to her once she became his only living family."

"Well, where's his aunt?"

"She died while I was gone." You say. You'll have to make a point to visit Aunt May's grave soon.

"So where's he been?" Bucky asks.

"In a dingey little shoebox of an apartment." You grimace.

"He's old enough that he got his own apartment?"

"Well, he's eighteen but I don't believe in throwing kids to the wolves once they turn eighteen so I told him he could come stay with me because there's no reason for him to be in a shitty apartment struggling to support himself when I have space. Plus he's got basically no other family now, I don't want him to be alone."

"Alright, but you can't make me talk to him." Bucky says.

"My love he's a teenager I don't expect you to have a playdate. I'm looking after him, I'm not making that your responsibility." You chuckle.

"Cool." Bucky snatches a cookie off the counter. "I'm headed to your room for a while." He kisses your cheek and disappears up the stairs. A couple minutes after Bucky disappears Peter comes shuffling into the kitchen.

"Godson?" He asks sitting on one of the stools by the island.

"Hm?" You frown.

"You told Mr. Bucky that I'm your godson."

"Oh- well, it was the first pretty believable thing I could think of. And I think if May thought something would take her from us so soon she'd probably have planned for you to stay with me or Tony." You shrug.

"I think so too." He says after a moment.

"Don't worry too much about Bucky, you know how he is around new people."

"We didn't really get to know each other the first time around but- do you think he'll warm up to me?" Peter asks.

"Aw of course he will. He'd never admit it but Buck's got a secret soft spot for chosen families. It won't be immediate but I'm sure you'll be ganging up on me in no time." You shrug.

"He doesn't seem all that open."

"Well- you know how when kids bring home a puppy they 'found' and their parents grumble about a new responsibility but end up falling in love with the animal anyway?"

"Yeah?"

"Not that you're a stray dog or anything but Bucky's kind of seeing it in the same way. He probably thinks I'll need his help looking after you. Which- on a pretty much unrelated note sweetie, are you still Spiderman?"

"Yeah- just now no one knows. Is that... a problem?" Peter asks hesitantly.

"Now why would that be a problem? I'd be quite the hypocrite to suddenly decide you can't be Spiderman. That's how we met after all." You chuckle, reaching forward and pinching his chin affectionately. "And helping people is what you do. It's what we do. I'd never ask you to stop. But we'll need some regulations."

"Regulations?" His tone makes you giggle a bit.

"Within reason. I just mean I need you to keep me posted. Holler before you go on patrols, and call me if you have any emergencies. Oh, and any time you tell someone your secret I'd like to know."

"Oh, I don't plan to tell anyone. Well- maybe we can tell Mr. Bucky eventually. I agree with those regulations but I don't have anyone else to tell." He shakes his head.

"For now but if you go to college and make friends-"

"Do you think I could?" Peter's eyes widen hopefully.

"Make friends?" You frown.

"Go to college."

"I think you've wiped yourself from the memories of everyone you know- it gives you a unique opportunity to start over however you see fit. I know college was something you were really looking forward to so- if you get your GED you can enroll next fall or this spring if you're ready to start earlier. I'll help you in any way I can if that's what you want." You say. There's a stretch of silence as Peter considers your words.

"I'll think about it." He says.

"You do that. In the meantime just- let's get used to living together. Deal?"

"Deal." He smiles.

"Good. Cookie?" You slide the tray towards him and he takes one happily. You really think this is going to be good for him and it might even be better for you than you expect.

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A/N: if I wrote more of this would y'all want to read it? It would be anthology style but I think the concept is real cute!

#marvel #marvel fanfiction #Spiderman #Peter Parker #peter parker fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #Peter Parker & platonic reader #found family fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader

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landothemuppet · 1 year

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Please, notice me | part. one

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summary → It has been eight months since The Blip. It also has been months since you live with Peter’s new obsession, increased feelings for a girl who isn’t you. You believed you would finally spend time with your friends during the Europe trip, this summer. It was without counting on Peter’s Plan. You try to enjoy those last days in New-York with your best friend.

disclaimer → This mini-series takes place during the events of FFH and NWH movies. The fic will contain many of those movie scenes, including some bonus scenes. the Spider-Man divider is from @silkholland

pairing ↳ peter parker x female!bestfriend!reader

warning(s) → angst, jealousy.

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“I have a plan” Your best friend announced, as he sat spontaneously in his chair, somewhat agitated.

He didn’t wait a second longer to state his so-called plan, as if it seemed the best idea in the world.

But Peter wasn't Peter without his hard-contained hyperactivity, which didn't stop you from smiling to yourself. All of Peter's clumsy features made him incredibly endearing.

Ned listened intently to your friend's ramblings as you absentmindedly continued your drawing in your sketchbook. In fact, Peter always had a plan. Well, he almost always had one, except in the important moments when he let his instincts or his feelings take over. But lately, your sweet best friend had a multitude of plans, all aimed at one and the same goal. And that's why, despite all the consideration you had for the boy with the curly brown hair, you didn't give importance to his new schemes.

You still caught Ned telling your best friend not to do any of this, with a lot of irony, which made you split a small chuckle. You loved your friend’s candor. Ned always had the gift to make you laugh, or just smile, even when it was serious. He tried to convince your friend with arguments about the single life, which you didn’t really pay attention to. To tell the truth, it often happened that you locked yourself in your world while your two best friends rambled about various subjects. Today was not an exception.

Ned had never understood Peter’s sudden fondness for MJ, so do you. It was like your best friend, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man from Queens, had woken up one morning with an obsession… Some wake up from a coma by speaking a language they never spoke… Others, like Peter, discover relatively sudden feelings for people they had never considered before. He always talked about her as if she were the most impressive person on the planet, He always looked at her as if she could hang the moon and the stars, He drank her words as if she could put the universe in a bottle. And it had been going on for months, without you knowing why his feelings had grown overnight. You felt like one day he was madly in love with Liz, the next day he was fighting his father, and the next day MJ had become all of Peter’s conversation subjects. And since then, you felt like your head was going to explode.

Your fingers continued to scribble while your mind continued to wander in your own thoughts. Chance, or the irony of fate, call it what you want, wanting the next song on your playlist to reflect exactly the feelings that lay dormant in you.. You were that kind of person who created incredible scenarios in your head when you were listening to music. Thus, a cover of “Mr. Sandman” could send your mind into a torrential rain, where your body was lying in a pool of blood while your soulmate, the biggest charismatic mobster in London, begged you to stay with him.

"Y/N ?" Peter asked

You looked up, the cloud of thoughts dissipating from your eyes to meet your best friend's chocolate gaze.

There was something with his eyes, something that always attracted you. A comforting warmth, a spark of innocence, an open window to the extraordinary person that was Peter Parker. But at that moment, his expression was one of expectation and as you turned your head towards Ned, you only met the same expression. A question on hold, awaiting your response, your opinion.

“No, yeah…Peter’s right. It’s a great plan”.

Ned shook his head in resignation while your other best friend gave you that idiot puppy smile. You always followed Peter's path, the Filipino knew it. And that sometimes caused tensions in the past. It had always been Ned, you and Peter but your friend was not fooled and knew that your feelings for the one who embodied Spider-Man during his free time, would always take over your decision. It was unintentional.

Yet, You didn't want Ned to feel left out again. You were therefore in an awkward position, not knowing the details of the conversation. But admitting you weren't listening might hurt Peter.

"But Ned isn't wrong either" you added, hoping to satisfy everyone.

Peter grimaced, a look of incomprehension on his face. At that moment, you wished you had listened to Peter's plan, but your heart wasn't in it.

"Okay, sure…" Peter said "But I really like MJ, man"

You have chosen this moment to return to your notebook until Peter's restless behavior distracts you from your drawing again.

"She's coming up. Just DON'T say anything." Peter panicked a bit.

MJ stood in front of you. You politely greeted her with a smile as the two boys rambled on. Ned threw the information that Peter had a plan then tried to catch up. You raised your eyebrows at the "teaspoon collection" excuse, even more so when Peter simply blamed it on Ned. What did you do to deserve friends like that? "Oh. Okay. Well, that was a real rollercoaster." MJ said and again, you try to suppress your chuckle. The brunette girl turned to you, patiently waiting, standing a bit awkwardly as she always did and you pinched your lips and shrugged. She was waiting for your own plans for this trip.

"I guess, I’m going to keep an eye on these idiots and take a little interest in art in Venice… but above all, keep an eye on these morons." "It sounds like a great responsibility," she said in her legendary laid-back manner. "It is."

Peter and Ned gave you their offended but quite adorable looks. It would be a lie to say that you weren't the quiet strength of the group. MJ then advised you to use VPNs to protect yourself from the government and you nodded politely again, this time uninterested in why the young woman was interested in conspiracy theories. Ned merely added a remark about the fact that all this had gone well, implying that MJ had not discovered Peter’s plan, and you laughed as your friend gave the Filipino a somewhat impressed and annoyed look, stalling his tongue against his cheek to suppress a sarcastic remark of which he had the secret.

You liked that side of Peter. You found it rather amusing. That little something, those little facial expressions that hinted that Peter could be pungent. That kind of look he just gave at Ned that told you he was holding back some sarcasm…a little verbal rant that would be extremely well thought out and not necessarily harmful. A kind of "no kidding?" non-verbal. And that made Parker sexy.

Sexy wasn't the first word one would associate with Peter Parker. Some would say: loser, weird, nerd or even would ask ; "who?". Usually, You would have said cute….but at that moment, his somewhat sarcastic attitude made your stomach turn deliciously. Peter's gaze softened as it rested on you and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"So, what are you going to do on this science trip?" he asked, as if you hadn’t already answered the question a few minutes earlier, when MJ asked you to. "Anything but science. I really go there for the art. I mean Italy and France are two countries known for their talented artists, right?"

Your gaze shifted to Ned, who shrugged, unaware of your words. Ned and Peter weren't really cheerful or interested with the Renaissance paintings, they were more like: Star Wars LEGO Death Star. What you also appreciate, you would not lie, but you appreciate the poetry in old paintings and sculptures. Some would call you pathetic, others would simply call you romantic.

The bell rang and you simply put your sketchbook in your backpack. You followed Ned and Peter down the halls, this time a little more focused on the conversation. Several students rushed to clean their lockers before the end of the year, while others seemed eager to throw away their classes as if they would no longer need them. You walked through the doors to a new hallway where you saw Flash throwing food from his locker into a trash can. You could not suppress a grimace of disgust.

"So what are you going to do on your last days in New York?” Ned asked Peter while you three walked through the hall. “Ooh, I have some errands to run.” started to answer Peter

You continued on your way when you felt the projectile thrown by Flash fall on your shoulder bag. You looked at the man with an angry look, not doubting that this piece of stale pizza was undoubtedly aimed at Peter. But the widespread indifference of your best friends about it just kept you going your way, so you could focus on the conversation again.

“I have to get a mini toothpaste, pick up my passport and then take down the Manfredi crime family.” “Oh” Ned said, impressed about the last part of Peter’s to-do list. “Can I come? I need to do that too!” you quickly said, only to face two surprised looks from your friends. “ I mean, except the take down Manfredi crime family thing”

There was hope in your eyes. You wanted to spend some time with Peter because a strange feeling told you that you wouldn't during this trip to Europe. The exchange of glances between your two friends indicated a silent conversation and Peter seemed to hesitate. He looked at you with his sheepish expression, his mouth forming an O, waiting to speak his words.

"Uh yeah.. yeah, I mean, if you have to do it…you can do it with me," he said, moving his head and shoulders frantically in a mismatch between his gestures and his words. You could sense the anxiety and hesitation in his behavior. "Are you sure? I can do it alone if you don't want me…it's just…"

You didn’t want to be a burden on Peter, You initially thought his reluctance was due to his Spider-Man business. Although you’ve been his friend for as long as you can remember, you were only made aware of his dual identity after Ned. The truth is, you discovered his secret recently at the prom. As you were leaving the bathroom to join your group of friends, you had met Peter who would run quickly towards the exit, without having seen you. You saw him lifting a bunch of lockers like he was wearing a light weight. Then Ned disappeared from the evening. The next day, you confronted them and were told: Peter Parker was Spider-Man.

You then thought that his purchases were then about his plan to seduce MJ. So, if he had things he wanted to do in your absence, that was perfectly legitimate. You asked only from a practical point of view. You could see the various feelings passed through the eyes of your best friend: the misunderstanding of your withdrawal, the fear of having possibly hurt you, the panic of your weak disappointment. Peter Parker was a quick emotional kettle.

"No. No, you can come with me. Come with me, please Y/N." Peter asked more peacefully, almost begging you to come this time.

You smiled politely, mixed emotions, and then nodded your head in acquiescence. You weren’t really sure that Peter wanted you to be there. You looked at Ned who shrugged and said he had to be with his Lola for the rest of the week.

You first went to Delmar to buy the necessary supplies: mini toothpaste, and small bottles to pour hygiene products into (shower gel, shampoo, make-up remover), without forgetting about electric plug adaptors. The best grocer in Queens kept cheering you up. He always did. His eagerness and interest in the lives of his clients were always remarkable and you loved the interactions he had with you or with Peter. You were amused to see Mr Delmar’s enthusiasm for the call-up of Europe, and how Peter had destroyed all the hopes of your favorite grocer by evoking science. Once again, you could only understand his reaction, the saw was not the main reason that convinced you to make this trip.

You quietly laughed at Peter trying to ask in Spanish for a headphone double adapter, - knowing that Spain was not a stopover on your trip to Europe, and that Italian, despite what you might think, did not look like Spanish at all - . You pinched your lips so as not to laugh more when the grocer answered him nonchalantly with a simple "what" in Spanish. However, you were not able to suppress a funny smile when Peter asked for the dual headphone adapter, this time in English. Mr. Delmar corrected him with a smile, as you strolled through the nearby candy stand, cuddling Murph who was laying on a display. Peter’s interaction with the grocer made your cheeks warm. Peter had this facility to joke with such confidence, blatantly denying that his Spanish was wobbly and that his request was almost accurate in comparison to the words used by Mr Delmar.

“You finally asked Y/N’s out. You’re a great guy, Peter Parker” Mr Delmar said with a “dad proud” look on his face. “Oh, no…no Mr. Delmar it’s not what you.. ” started Peter, trying to find his words.

Peter's gaze turned to you then to the grocer, several times in a row. His mouth opened and closed to find the words. He seemed to run out of words, overwhelmed, like a stray puppy.

Why did everyone keep believing that you and him could be a thing? May, now Mister Delmar, even Karen, the AI of his suit seemed to believe that Y/N was more than a friend to him.

Could you think so too? Could you think that you both could be " a thing" ? Peter’s heart went crazy, not sure to be excited about it or stressed out, or terrified. You were his friend, right? He really liked MJ, by the way. But the idea of you both dating as…lovers? It couldn't be that bad… Peter shook his head to clarify his mind, trying in vain to find an answer to the grocer.

“We…well, She’s…” the brown haired boy continued.

How could this adorable stuttering boy be the brash and brave Spider-Man? You could clearly see two aspects of his personality… The mask must have helped, you thought.

You had to save Peter from this embarrassing situation. You must have. That's what friends do, right? And to be fair, it was awkward for you too. You wished it were true. You hoped that Peter feels the same way as you do. But you clearly could see how the thought of it disturbed your adorable dork friend. It was hurting you to hear your best friend arguing with his thoughts and words about it, over and over and over…and over. You approached the counter placing three small packets of gummy bears on it.

“We aren't together, Mr. Delmar… There’s for another girl.” you say with a small shy smile, lips pressed together, your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Peter looked at you, he gave you the same smile you gave him a few seconds ago. You could feel the look of pity the grocer was giving you. This man knew everything, he was, as you liked to call him, the soul of Queens. Nothing escaped him, not a single gossip, not a single crisp story escaped his ears. He had always listened, voluntarily or unintentionally. He was the confidant of an entire neighborhood. The best sandwiches in Queens but also the best advice. Peter’s eyebrows frowned at the sight of the gelatin gummy bears, not sure of the reason for this compulsive purchase, on his check.

“Hey, what’s that for?” He practically shouted, somewhat offended by your audacity

You shrugged nonchalantly, almost too confident, a mischievous little smile on the corner of your mouth.

“You owe me one. I bought you some churros the other day” “Fine,” Peter said, defeated.

You wrinkled your nose smiling victoriously and, in your spontaneity, you thanked him while laying a kiss on his cheek, as his became redder than your favorite candy. He might be in love with another girl but Peter Parker, remained Peter Parker. An adorable boy very clumsy with girls.

It was a bad idea. It was even a very bad idea to follow Peter everywhere he needed to go before packing his suitcase for your student trip in Europe.

You were now in a pawn shop and your best friend was trying to resell figurines to get money to offer a special jewel for MJ - unsurprisingly -. Once again, you took a step back, letting Peter do his stuff as you had nothing to sell to this guy who seemed a little unpleasant to you.

“You’re sure about this ?” the salesman asked him. “Yeah. I wanna buy a girl I like something really nice”

Jealousy, Jealousy. You felt your blood boil and turn into liquid acid, and if curses had been real - after all, you lived in a world where your seventeen-year-old best friend had fought an alien in space - your skin would’ve turned a bright shade of green. Not the elegant, poetic emerald green, no. A straight-up radioactive green one that was the perfect metaphor for how "corrosive" was the feeling who grew in your stomach.

Especially since one of these figurines were gifts that you had given to Peter. So, seeing him like that, selling his goods to impress a girl, that put you out of your mind. You were hurt. You felt your worth was less than MJ’s. It wasn’t really about the figurine, you were aware that we were all growing up at some point in our lives and that it was normal for us to separate from material goods over time. You couldn’t understand his logic. Peter was in love, certainly…. But to the point of abandoning objects related to his passions, for a girl? It was improbable. It was totally disproportionate.

‘Hm. Well, I hope she’s worth it. Is it her?’

The man pointed to you, as you walked down the aisles again in search of a trinket. There were so many things at such different prices. You were pretty sure you’d find some treasures in the stalls of that second-hand store. Peter looked at you and his ears turned red.

“Oh. No. No, she’s my best friend Y/N. She’s nice, but she’s not… That’s not her” He tried to whisper so you wouldn’t hear him…as if you possessed his super-hearing. “Whatever.” “Are you done Peter? The passport office will close soon” you asked, a bit anxious to be late at the passport office.

Peter quickly looked at you, his chocolate surprised doe eyes. He blinked, tightened his grip on the strap of his backpack, eager to sell his figurines while hoping not to be scammed by the seller.

“Yeah…yeah” “So, all of them, buddy?” “Actually, can I keep the Lobot” Peter asked, like a sad child, moving almost unbalanced from foot to foot, hesitant.

He reached out to his figurine and the seller gave it back. Peter’s eyes landed directly on the little plastic toy, as if relieved to have picked up the Lobot, an adorable smile on his face.

“Thanks. Yeah, I'll keep that one.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time, you were softened by the attitude of your best friend. Even though he was love-struck - and it always hurt you to realize that it wasn’t for you - there was still the Peter Parker you had always known. Same old nerd Peter Parker : nerd but cute.

Finally, you both went to the passport office. The line up was long and you felt Peter become increasingly stressed during the day. As your best friend seemed impatient, you looked up at him and saw him tapping on his phone. You dropped a little surprise cry when a little animal spider came out of her backpack.

"It’s all right, miss," the man in front of you asked you, looking worried. "Yes, yes… I… thought I saw a bee flying near me. It was a simple fly" you covered up your discomfort by coughing.

The stranger frowned and you felt the judgment, you offered him a tight smile before the man turned to focus on the waiting wire. A second later, the metal railing flew to a sold-out window and the red light vigil pointing to the closed station now indicated that it was open. You pinched the fun lips while watching Peter try to be discreet, turning on himself to reach the counter to ask for his passport. You followed it to take advantage of it as well. The trip to Europe could finally begin.

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sciderman · 6 months

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This makes me wonder... What do you think of MCU Peter? Like the fact he basically gets all his stuff from Stark. Tbh I'm not a big comic reader but isn't the point that he's like,, poor and invents his own stuff...? I could be so wrong here but oh well, I'll ask

i think that yeah - it absolutely misses the point of peter parker being a working-class hero who's struggle is. the whole point.

i think a huge part of the problem with superhero media in general lately is that it's not really about heroism or hope anymore (something that previous spider-man movies deal with in spades) - superhero media nowadays is often kind of just wish fulfilment. you know. imagine if YOU were this powerful and rich! imagine if you, a dumb kid, got a BILLIONAIRE SUGAR DADDY who makes you a COOL SUIT and COOL TOYS!! it's the same case in the comics too, it's not about the cost of power or the questions it brings about your responsibility to the world - or even it being allegorical for anything (everything to me is allegory. but i can't even do that with the mcu because actually, everything in the mcu is kind of literal? there's nothing there to sink my teeth into. nothing i can interpret in any sort of different way other than, like, military propaganda and wish-fulfilment. i don't think they're even concerned with telling any sort of human story with most of these characters.)

the thing is with peter parker is that the whole point is that it's not wish-fulfilment. sure, it's freaking awesome to have super-strength and swing around the city and everyone wants that. but it always, always, always comes at a cost to him. and it doesn't solve any of his problems. everything is still difficult. money. romance. he's knocked off his feet by the common cold. he's just a guy. bad things happen to him and there's never an easy out. he doesn't just have fortified penthouses at his disposal, and high-tech suits, and wizards he can call to break the multiverse for him.

i think the frustrating thing with peter parker in the mcu is that they'll pay lip-service to it but not have it be part of peter's character at all. peter says jokingly "haha i'm broke" like we ever even SEE the impact of that on him like at all. the vulture says to peter "you're like me, we're just working class guys", as if peter showed any frustration or struggle at any point in that movie to justify that comparison. he doesn't have to work a job to pay his tuition at this elite science school. there's never a question of whether he can afford this trip to europe. his identity is blown and immediately he gets set up at a fancy maximum-security apartment with all the technology he needs at his disposal. there is never a second of struggle for him. there is not one moment where he doesn't have everything he needs, any time he needs it. his court cases are settled immediately over like, a three minute conversation with matt murdock. nothing touches him. he literally skates by with sheer dumb luck and having powerful contacts. what kind of stupid, boring-ass spider-man story is that.

raimi trilogy and tasm movies you were real. you get it. being spider-man does not make life easier. you just get to punch guys to feel better about it.

#sci talks movies #sci speaks

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lauriegraham01 · 9 months

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i wish we could be honest

pairings: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

summary: peters been pulling away and try as you might you wonder if there's anything left to save.

wc: 1,281

cw: angst, fighting, feeling worthless, eventual fluff at the end, hurt/comfort. based on the song "honest" by the neighbourhood.

patience test my patience

You didn't how things escalated the way they had. You and Peter constantly at each others throats, throwing hurtful words at each other and pushing past each others boundaries. You do know that things weren't always this ugly though.

You and Peter had attended the same schools for years but it wasn't until you were paired as lab partners for a chemistry class in high school that the two of you had actually gotten close. From there you two spent all of your free time together, your friendship blossoming into something beautiful until one fateful night he took you on a rooftop picnic where you could see the beautiful New York skyline and asked you to be his. From that moment on, you two became each others world and you only grew closer.

As time went on, it seemed that Peter and your relationship only grew stronger. Eagerly talking about the future and what plans you both had. You had big ambitions on moving away and attending university in Europe in hopes of becoming a lawyer. Peter had been nothing but supportive of your goals, never making you feel less than for wanting to move away and even pushing you to do your best.

I hope you find a way to be yourself someday

When Peter introduced you to Aunt May and Uncle Ben, you were overwhelmed by their instant acceptance. They were so welcoming of you and treated you as though you were apart of their family, which you were grateful for. Peter opened up to you about his past and how he came to live with his Aunt and Uncle and how grateful he was to them. So when you heard the news of his Uncle Ben's passing you knew that his world would be completely rocked. You tried your best to be there for him but he didn't always make that easy. He begun to shut himself out from everyone and while you understood where he was coming from, it still hurt. Peter and you went through a bit of a separation.

I pray for the best, I pray for the best for you

It had been weeks since you had last seen or heard from Peter. He was nowhere to be found at school and all your messages and calls went unanswered. It wasn't until you came to Aunt May with your concerns that you were finally able to get word about him. After getting an earful from his aunt, he decided to give you a call just to tell you he was alive. It was there that you had convinced him to meet you here at the pier so that you could talk things out.

You wrapped your jacket around you tighter as another cool breeze blew past you, sending a shiver through your bones. It was late and dark out, you weren't completely alone though- with a couple of other people walking and hanging nearby so it wasn't totally unsafe. Things in Queens had actually quieted down recently, crime was declining and you had your theories as to how so-mapping it out to the masked vigilante that the Daily Bugle couldn't seem to get enough of.

Letting a deep exhale and watching the fog from the cold air blow, you make out Peter's figure in the distance and you stand up slightly. It had been a long time since you were nervous to see Peter and the feeling felt almost foreign.

“You wanted to see me?” His voice came out flat and emotionless. You give him a once over and judging from the bags forming underneath his eyes you knew he wasn't getting any sleep.

“Peter, what's going on? I haven't seen you in weeks and I know you're not okay so would you tell me what's wrong?"

"I-I'm fine." He lets out a dry laugh.

"Seriously I'm good, you don't have to worry about me."

"Peter, we can't keep doing this. I cant keep doing this- pretending we're fine when were not, not when you're pulling away and shutting me out.”

“I’m not shutting you out, I’m right here!" He protested, raising his voice at you.

“No you’re not!" Volume matching his, you close your eyes and let out a defeated sigh.

"I wish you could be honest with me." Peter didn't know why but hearing that from you had hurt more than the distance he's wedged between you two.

"The truth is I…I can’t feel you anymore Peter.”

Peter closed his eyes and rolled his head back as he tried to collect himself. He wipes his hands over his face in frustration before adverting his gaze back onto you. As he looks into your eyes he can see the pain behind them. The pain that you're trying so hard to keep at bay.

The pain that exists because of his own hand.

“You have to trust me, y/n. I’m trying to protect you.”

“Oh screw you Parker! I don't need your protection, I can handle myself just fine."

“Y/n it's complicated. Please just-”

“No!” You snapped, anger laced in you voice and if looks could kill, Peter would be long dead.

"Look Peter, I love you but I'm not the type to sit around waiting on a guy to make up his mind," you explained. " I know you're hurting, but you don't have to hurt alone, Peter. Whatever it is I am here with you because I want there to be an after for us."

Peter knew that you were right, he knew that he didn't have to do it alone and that you would help him carry it, and he hated himself for it. He hated himself for having so much baggage to put on you. He always thought that you deserved better than him. Someone who wouldn't drag you down. That's why he had pulled back, in hopes of self-sabotaging his relationship and that you'd realize that you were in fact better off without him.

"I haven't been completely honest with you, y/n."

"Go on," you implore, brows burrowing in confusion.

"Okay. Okay. There's something i've been hiding, this uh-part of me if you will," he said struggling to find the right words. "I wanted to protect you because I figured the less people knew about it the better but...i'm spiderman." he looks up at you nervously.

“That's it?"

Peters stares back at you dumbfoundedly, taken aback from your lack of a reaction. He honestly expected for you to be shocked or have some sort of reaction but you seemed unphased by the confession.

"Uh-y-yea that's it."

"I've known for months now, Peter. It really doesn't take much to figure out why you end up so many bruises and why you're always tired and sneaking out at night."

“And that doesn't bother you?"

"Oh, Peter. No of course not, my love." You step forward closing some of the distance between you two. Raising a hand up to cup his cheek your thumb softly stroking his cheek. You missed the feel of him and you basked in the warmth of his touch.

"The people you've saved, the way you protect this city-Peter, you're a hero. If anything I'm amazed by you."

Peter's left speechless. He truly didn't deserve you. He was amazed by how accepting you were to his secret. As he looked into your eyes he saw nothing but love within your e/c eyes staring back at him.

"Why'd you stick around? Why'd you stay with me?"

"Because I love you Peter." You rest your forehead against his as your hands lower to find his, intertwining your bare hands within his gloved ones.

"I love you too."

#tasm!peter x reader #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #peter parker #andrew garfield #tasm spiderman #spiderman fanfiction #marvel mcu #light angst

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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MARVEL CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

* = smut

MCU!PETER PARKER

Boxing lessons Stark!Reader

Tony asks Peter to gives you boxing lessons. Little did they know, you are not as defenseless as they thought

The forbidden Avenger Stark!Reader

It’s difficult to have alone time with Peter at the Avengers compound. When everyone goes away on a mission, you take invite Peter over and act on your feelings

Good morning

You and Peter wake up together and have a lazy morning

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Peter and May are invited to the Starks’ Christmas party. On the planning: lies, matching outfits and a little bit of sadness

I could never give you peace

Peter laments the lack of stability he can offer his lover and the danger his other identity puts her in (inspired by Peace by Taylor Swift)

I’ll always come back to you Stark!Reader

Peter returns after the blip

I’ll keep you safe Stark!Reader

You look out for Peter during the battle with Molten Man

Late nights sneaking in your bed Hogan!Reader

When Peter and May temporarily move in with you and Happy, you go against your dad’s rules and sneak Peter into your room at night

Maybe this trip wasn’t so bad

You and Peter sneak out for a date during the Europe trip

My baby’s fit like a daydream

Peter gets a new body from training with the Avengers. You like it - a lot

My friends gets annoyed by how much I talk about you

You talk about Peter to your friends a little too much

Now I wake up by your side

You found your way back to Peter after the memory spell

Spider kiss

Peter surprised you at your window

Uncharted territories *

You and Peter explore each other’s bodies while May is out

Want some help? *

Peter gets a little excited after training. You offer your help

What am I supposed to do if there’s no you

May dies. You find Peter on the school’s roof and comfort him

Wherever you stray, I follow

Happy go get Peter in the Netherlands and you play nurse

TOM HOLLAND

King of my heart (multi-part) Co-Star!Reader

You get the role of MJ for the new Spiderman movie…aka, the classic trope of co-stars falling for each other

King of social media

Tom makes a mistake and post a private video on his Instagram Story

Puppy pictures

You accidentally send Tom NSFW pictures while he’s at work

Surprise Spider!

You surprise Tom at a convention and dress up as Black Cat

That’s my man

Tom flashes his pants-less bottom half on live TV

Tom’s new girl

Tom has a surprise for you when you come home

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Stark's sister Tony's sister!Reader

You and Loki sneak to the bathroom during one of Tony's parties

#peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson #loki layfeyson imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #tom!peter parker x reader #tom!peter parker

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jahayla-parker · 1 year

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Hey! Could you please do a Peter Parker x reader one where y/n is the new girl at Midtown high school and there is a plot twist she's a witch ( the good kind) and she meets Peter and his friends. Y/n starts liking Peter but she finds out that he has a plan to tell MJ that he likes her. Even though Peter likes MJ he starts to really like y/n so now he has to make a choice between MJ and y/n. And unknown to y/n Agatha is on her trail trying to steal her powers.

Detail ideas:

• Y/n is a new student who is a good witch (the magic has been passed down through her family down to her) she's trying to keep her magical powers ( telekinesis and has a book that she learns spells from) a secret

• Y/n does spells in English/Latin?

• Her color scheme is a light bluish color

• Takes place during the events of Far From Home

• She meet Peter, Ned, MJ and everyone else Peter is also trying to keep his spiderman life a secret

• Y/n starts to like Peter but she overhears Peters plan for MJ

• Peter deep down starts to like y/n too but he now has to choose between MJ and y/n

• Peter has the Peter tingle he senses that y/n is different somehow and y/n senses the same thing about Peter

• They both get suspicious about each other

• Y/n's jealousy plays up her powers on the trip because her powers are linked to her emotions

• Y/n brings the book of shadows ( a book that has been passed down in her family) with her on the trip so she can practice spells

• By accident Peter sees the book and asks her what kind of book is it and y/n tries to hide it and lies and says that she is taking latin

• Y/n is the most powerful witch but she doesn't know it yet and Agatha senses it so she goes looking for her (y/n goes up against Agatha) Agatha follows y/n all around Europe

• Brad tries to flirt with y/n but she shuts him down

• When the class is in Venice and the water elemental shows up y/n saves Ned and Betty by moving the boat that they are in out of the way to safety with her powers

• Y/n thinks that nobody sees her using her powers but Unbeknownst to her Peter sees it

• Peter tells Ned to get y/n, MJ, and the others to safety but before y/n follows the others she sees Peter use his webshooters

• The scene where they go to the opera Peter is gonna talk to MJ but then y/n walks by which catches his attention because she is wearing a really pretty blue dress

• When Peter tells y/n he knows she has powers y/n tries to deny it and y/n questions Peter about him hiding something (because she saw him use his webshooters)

• Scene where y/n explains her familys magical history to Peter

• When Peter goes to alert Fury about Mysterio but ends up fighting Mysterio and he gets hit by the train at the same time y/n is going up against Agatha and at some point Agatha starts to absorbing y/n powers but at the last minute y/n escapes from her

• Y/n calls peter and tells him what happened with Agatha (her magic is kinda weak due to Agatha absorbing her powers earlier )so Happy and Peter pick her up and they both have to come up with a plan to stop their enemies

• Y/n decides to use herself as bait to lure Agatha out but Peter fights her on her plan because he is worried about her safety and she tells him she'll be fine

• Final battle between y/n vs Agatha happens at the same time as Peter goes up against Mysterio

• Peter tries to protect y/n from Agatha during the battle but he gets hurt seeing this y/n gets really mad to that point where she musters all of her power to beat Agatha

• After their battles y/n sees that Peter is limping so she uses a healing spell to heal his leg

• At the end where Peter tells y/n that at first he did like MJ but he really likes her more and they share an awkward kiss

Crushing Plans : Peter Parker x Reader

Part One

Description: 5.5k Crushing Plans part 1, y/n has a crush on her bestfriend Peter but he’s interested in their friend MJ. Meanwhile Peter and Y/n have to decide if they want the responsibility that comes with their powers (while also trying to keep these powers a secret). To make matters worse, y/n’s powers are impacted by her emotions; including jealousy. How will their class trip to Europe go with all of this going on?

Warnings for series as a whole): Mention of injuries, villains, far from home spoilers?, evil, witches, magic, powers/abilities, jealousy, hurt-comfort, I think that’s it!

Series Masterlist (5 parts plus the story continues in Bewitched Love (No Way Home wip w/ the same characters as a story continuation)

Y/n hated being the new girl.

Everyone looked at you at all times; just waiting for you to make a fool of yourself.

She understood it was out of curiosity and a way to know where she stood among their peer groups, but it was unsettling nonetheless.

Especially when she had a secret to keep and a crush to hide.

Speaking of which, as Ned and Peter rambled on about some plans Peter had, y/n spaced out.

They were whispering so she could hardly make out their words, but she likely didn’t want to hear it.

She suspected Peter had a crush on MJ.

Not that she could fault him, MJ was a very unique energy.

While y/n had become somewhat of friends with their group by now, she was not close enough for them to disclose such secrets to her.

Nor did she want him to, she wasn’t sure she could fake a smile if he told her of his feelings for another girl.

So, she sat there silently staring at her crush as he enthusiastically walked Ned through whatever they were discussing.

Y/n bit her lip as her eyes trailed Peter’s face.

He was so unbelievably cute.

It wasn’t even just his looks, even his personality was perfect.

From the way he would always ask her how her night was, the way he always smiled widely when he did well on an exam, the way-

“Are you going on the trip y/n?” Ned asked, making y/n startle slightly as she refocused on her surroundings.

Y/n blinked quickly, hoping her cheeks were flushed, “oh, yeah, of course”.

Peter smiled at her, “great! It should be a lot of fun”.

She nodded, smiling back at him, “any big plans?”

Y/n wanted to slap herself for that.

It was a normal response given the topic, but she knew better.

Peter bit his lip, his dimples showing as he blushed, “umm a bit… I uhm”.

She shook her head, “it’s okay Peter! You don’t have to tell me”

Y/n forced a smile, “I’m sure it’ll go well though”.

Peter sighed and gave her a weak smile, “right umm, thanks”.

He bit his lip and looked over at Ned as y/n politely excused herself.

“Do you think she… no.. Nevermind” Peter mumbled, watching as y/n walked across the classroom to sit by MJ.

“That she heard your plans and is going to tell MJ?” Ned asked, “no, I don’t think y/n is like that”.

“What?! No, that’s not what I was asking! And you’re right, she’s not like that. No… I just… she seemed sad like maybe she…” Peter rambled, playing the scene over again in his mind.

“Dude, you aren’t actually crushing on her too are you?” Ned groaned, recognizing the look in his bestfriend’s eyes.

“Hmm, no, no way” Peter lied, unable to break his gaze with her.

Ned rolled his eyes in disbelief but played along, “well that’s good. I know I said we should be bachelors and all, but dude, I didn’t mean fuckboys”.

Peter finally looked away as he realized MJ was sitting beside her, turning and glaring at Ned instead.

“I’m not being a … a fuckboy” he defended, quickly looking back across the room for a moment, “am I?”

“Not if you choose one” Ned suggested, “but you can’t act on both”.

Peter nodded, “I wasn’t going to. I… MJ. It’s MJ”.

Ned raised a brow in suspicion, “no way it was really that simple Peter”.

Peter shrugged, “I’ve known MJ longer, and I’ve had a crush on her longer. So, MJ”.

His friend shook his head and sighed dramatically, “whatever dude. You have to admit by now that my plan is much less complicated”.

As MJ approached their table on her way to grab a new piece of paper from the back cabinet, both boys went silent.

“You have a plan?” MJ inquired, pausing next to Peter who blushed again and froze.

“I don’t have a plan” he lied, feeling guilty as his eyes land on y/n.

“No, he's just gonna collect tiny spoons when we're traveling to other countries” Ned blurted in an attempt to conceal their discussion.

“Like a grandmother?” MJ teased.

“I’m not collecting tiny spoons. He’s collecting tiny spoons” Peter exclaimed.

“Oh. Okay, well, that was a real roller coaster” MJ said slowly before waving as she leaves to attend to her task.

“Spoons, Ned?” Peter grumbled.

“I panicked!” Ned defended with a shrug, “I didn’t want to blurt your actual plans or that you may secretly have two plans now”.

“I don’t have two plans Ned! I already chose” he reminded Ned but felt a tightness in his chest as he smiled at y/n when she turned and saw him looking her way.

“Clearly” Ned sarcastically remarked.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Y/n, is it okay if Peter sits next to you?” Mr. Harrington asked, tapping her shoulder.

She looked up and saw Peter blushing and staring down at the aisle-way of the plane.

“Oh, umm, sure… but,” she responded, looking over at Brad who was sitting next to her.

Brad , “doesn’t he have a seat already?”

Y/n bit her lip and looked between Brad and Mr. Harrington, pausing as she noticed Peter was now furrowing his eyebrows at Brad as if he was bothered by his question.

“He does, but he has a perfume allergy, and believe me, those are much worse than they sound” Mr. Harrington said.

Y/n raised an eyebrow at Peter in suspicion, never having heard of this; even when their classmate Sara showed up nearly soaked in the latest Victoria’s Secret perfume.

Brad seemed to notice y/N’s reaction as he put his arm around her shoulder, “well, I don’t think he’ll want my seat then. I don’t know if it’s perfume or shampoo or something, but Y/n smells really good “.

Y/n blushed deeply, looking away shyly from all three of the guys surrounding her; unsure what was exactly happening.

Peter mumbled something under his breath before clearing his throat, “I’m fine with coconut”.

Y/n nearly choked; coconut, how did he…?

She knew Brad was simply trying to get a way to stay next to her; she hadn’t used her usual products today as she’d been in a rush.

But, Peter was right… y/n normally did use a coconut scented conditioner.

She just never realized he noticed her enough to know that.

Sure, they sat together in a few classes, but she wasn’t sure he ever noticed her more than a friend.

But friends don’t know what your hair smells like… right?

She snapped her eyes up to Peter who blushed again and looked away as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Mr. Davis, please” Mr. Harrington requested and Brad sighed loudly.

He glared at Peter as he removed his arm from around y/n’s shoulder.

“I’ll see you when we land, Hmm?” Brad winked down at her before brushing past Peter.

“Oh… yeah… okay” y/n mumbled, still spacey from such intense confusion and shock.

“I umm…” Peter mumbled, sitting next to y/n, “I hope you’re not upset about me switching with Brad”.

Y/n shook her head, “no, it’s fine Peter”.

He nodded and sat down next to her, “are you sure? It feels like interrupted something”.

She chuckles, “no, nothing. I probably should tell him that… I just wasn’t excepting him to…”

“Try flirting with you?” Peter mumbled, sounding a bit offended himself.

“Yeah. I’m not mad he did, just not interested.. in him” she said.

Peter looked over at her and offered her a smile, “Ned says all the girls are”.

Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes, “maybe Ned is then”.

Peter laughed and put his bag under his seat as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Perfume allergy though? Since when?” Y/n asked, making him freeze and stare over at her.

“Oh… umm… It was just really strong” he argued.

“So was Sara’s last week” y/n smirked.

Peter bit his lip, “right… but I wasn’t going to be next to her for over nine hours”.

Y/n nodded in agreement, “fair enough Parker”.

He smiled, “so…umm.. what were you going to do for the duration of the flight?”

Y/n shrugged, “just make out with Brad “.

Peter coughed and his eyes went wide before he noticed her laughing and shaking her head.

He questioned himself over the sudden tightness in his chest he felt once again; he couldn’t be jealous, right?

He reminded himself he liked MJ… longer.

Peter took a deep breath and chuckled, “oh, right, you’re not interested in him”

Y/n nodded, “you’re a bit spacey today hmm?”

He leaned back in his seat, “yeah, just a lot of confusing things in my mind I guess”

She copied his movements unconsciously, “me too”.

“Did you want to talk about it?” He asked, hoping to get his mind off his own thoughts.

“Not really, but thank you. You?” Y/n offered.

“No” he rushed out before chuckling nervously a bit, “thanks though”.

She smiled kindly while nodding, before leaning her head back into the headrest and closing her eyes.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Peter glancing between y/n and MJ.

Ned caught his friend’s shifting attention and shook his head, stifling a laugh.

Peter found his eyes lingering on y/n longer each time.

Slowly he took a deep breath, “so… what’re you looking forward to in Venice?”.

He mentally cringed at his weak attempt to strike up a conversation, wondering why he was so nervous to talk to his friend.

But as she opened her eyes and smiled over at him, he felt his body relax.

“Assuming things go smoothly, just be able to enjoy myself and relax without any pressures” she admitted.

Peter wasn’t sure what it was, but something about her confession made him feel a connection.

He wanted to brush it off, she obviously wasn’t meaning being able to give up some secret superhero identity for a few days of relaxation the way he was.

But, there was something that set off his Peter tingle during her statement.

Deciding to try and find out what it was, Peter spoke up, “you normally can’t do that?”

He watched as her cheeks flushed and eyes widened slightly before she formed a small pout.

As he waited for her to respond, he found himself staring at her lips.

Peter shook his head, internally groaning.

“It’s hard to explain… but no. Umm, even outside of school I don’t really get a break, too many expectations and responsibilities. I’m sure you know what it’s like to have a… part time job while in school, Ned said you used to have one?” She rambled.

Peter squinted at her words, it being similar to the way he’d avoid the subject if asked.

But he nodded at the last statement, glad for a new way to avoid the topic, “yeah. Not much sleeping or relaxation outside of school hours, I get that. And it feels like the world is always watching “.

Y/n tilted her head, laughing softly, “the world? Where did you work, some international news company?”

Peter chuckled and shook his head, “no, I… umm..”

“I’m kidding Peter, I get it” she assured, smiling softly as she pulled her blanket over her lap.

"What's that?" Peter asked as y/n reached into her personal item backpack to grab a piece of gum.

She froze and her fingers nearly snapped the stick of gum in half from the tension radiating through her body at his inquiry.

She did not even have to look to know what he must have seen.

The spell book from her mother had been kept in her personal item bag so that no one would have access to it even when on the several hour long international flight.

However, she was not intending to have Peter sitting next to her on said flight.

Y/n was fairly certain that most of her other classmates would not have noticed the item, much less Brad Davis whom she was supposed to be seated with.

"Umm, gum?" y/n tried, holding up the pack as if that was the item he was asking about.

Peter chuckled tenderly, "no, that".

Y/n swatted his hand when he began reaching for the book.

Her hand hit the back of his just as his fingers swept over the hardcover binding of the book.

Peter startled at her reaction, only becoming more confused when he noticed his Spidey Senses- or Peter Tingle like Aunt May termed it- tingled when he touched the book.

"Sorry" Y/n gushed, feeling very warm suddenly, "I just... I uhh.."

Peter shook his head, cocking it to the side slightly as he spoke, "no, it's okay... I shouldn't have done that without asking".

She gave him a kind smile and sighed, "it's just a really important book is all. I don't really like anyone else touching it".

Peter nodded, trying to keep his curious eyes off of her bag.

"Can I ask what is is? Is it like a first edition of your favorite book or something?" He asked.

Peter realized he was not only curious as to what the item was and why it prompted such a response, but also found himself suddenly wanting to know what her favorite book was.

He bit his cheek as he stiffled a frustrated sigh at realizing that maybe just claiming to choose MJ was not as simple as it sounded.

He'd never really questioned what MJ's favorite book was... but surely that was not that big of a deal, right?

"Oh. I..." y/n's voice brought him back to the moment as she minimally tilted the book back to show him the cover, "it is a really old authentic text that I am using for my Latin lessons".

Peter's eyes flickered from her face down to the book briefly, noticing how antique the material was and the latin wording on the cover.

It's appearance matched her description but for some reason Peter found himself still slightly suspicious that there was more to it than that.

Nonethless, he nodded and gave her a smile, "you're learning Latin?"

She nodded, covering the book back up and zipping the bag.

"Isn't it a dead language?" Peter asked breazily, wanting to smack himself afterwards for how his verbiage sounded.

Y/n laughed and leaned back into her seat, passing him a piece of gum, "it's only dead if people stop using it".

Peter's lips parted as he thought through her words, smirking in agreement as he grabbed the gum, "I suppose that's true".

"So, I assume your plan probably isn't off to the best start now huh?" y/n hummed, sipping on the water cup the flight attendant provided.

"My plan?" Peter asked, setting his own cup down on the tray.

"Earlier..., I asked if you had any big plans.." y/n said, annoyed with herself for feeling dissapointed that he didn't remember.

"I remember" he admitted, trying to think of what to tell her.

"Ahh, sorry, I don't mean to pry, I know you don't want to tell me about it. I was just going to see if there was maybe something I could do to help since you're stuck sitting next to me" y/n explained shyly.

Peter froze and frowned at her, "stuck with you?"

She gave him a polite curl of her lips, "I know you were trying to sit with MJ".

Peter felt his cheeks redden and his eyes enlarge.

Despite the jealousy she felt, she giggled at his boyish reaction, "it was a bit obvious that you were trying to change seats, and well, I have seen the way you look at MJ".

Peter's jaw dropped slightly, was he that obvious?

If so, was his simultanious crush on y/n obvious as well?

It didn't seem so given the current discussion... unless this was her way of kindly letting him know she wasn't interested by redirecting him to focus on MJ.

Peter rubbed his neck nervously as he tried to clear these thoughts from his mind.

"Well, I'm sure you and Ned can pick up the pieces and restart whatever the plan was when we land" y/n offered to cheer him up even though the idea hurt her.

Peter nodded slowly, uncertain what to say to her.

"How are you getting texts?" Peter asked, looking up from her phone.

They'd been watching a movie on her phone after they searched the films on the airplane seat screens only to find they were all relating to the Avengers; mostly Tony.

"Sorry, I thought I had my push notifications off for the movie" she sighed, pausing it as she went to dismiss the notification and then turn on do not disturb mode.

"It's okay" Peter reassured her with a tender voice, "I just thought they had to be on airplane mode".

She laughed, "I have an iPhone, so using the internet allows me to send and recieve iMessages still".

Peter grimmaced in embarassment, he should have known that.

Well, he did know it... he just did not remember it at the moment.

It was like all his thoughts and knowledge had dissapeared the second y/n was leaning against him and laughing at the movie they were watching.

"Right, duh" Peter laughed breathily.

"One sec, it's Brad, I should see what he wants" y/n said, Peter's lips instantly forming a pout.

"Brad? Why is he-" he began to ask, stopping as y/n's eyes lifted slowly up to Peter with a look he could not discern.

"So, Brad is offering to switch seats with you if you want" y/n told him, trying to hide her dissapointment from him.

Peter scoffed, "of course he does".

"What?" y/n asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Shaking his head, Peter sighed , "nothing".

"Okay... Well, what do you want me to tell him?" she asked.

Peter pressed his lips into a fine line before speaking, "do you want to sit with him instead?"

"No" y/n said, far too quickly.

"I just know that you got stuck with me, and Brad is with MJ, so you could switch and be where you wanted" y/n stated, forcing the words to come out as emotionally numb as possible.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Peter asked, frustration mixing with confusion on his face.

"What do you mean? I know you like her, so I-" she began softly.

He shook his head to cut her off, "no. Not that. Why do you keep saying I am stuck with you?"

She shrugged, "I wasn't the plan, MJ was. You were forced to sit with me, it's as simple as that".

Peter sighed, running his hand up his forehead and through his hair, "it's really not that simple".

'It's fine Peter" y/n lied, "I just need to know what to tell Brad".

"Y/n, just-" he sighed, closing his eyes briefly as he took a deep breath, "I am serious, it's not that simple. I don't feel stuck sitting with you. You can tell Brad no. I am enjoying sitting here and talking to you. I'm sorry I made it seem like I didn't".

She pondered his words for a moment before nodding, "If you're sure, I will tell him no. But I don't see how that'll help with the MJ thing".

Before he could respond she lied, "I won't take it personal if you chose to switch with Brad to sit with her instead. It's not like I could blame you".

"I am not choosing to switch" Peter told her, "besides, what do you mean you couldn't blame me?"

He watched closely as she composed her thoughts before speaking, his sixth sense on edge again, alerting him that something was wrong/concerning.

"I-" she let out a breathy laugh, "it doesn't matter".

"Yes it does" Peter argued.

As she went to shake her head, Peter added, "it does to me".

She tried to keep her facial features from betraying her sudden and unwaranted delight.

"You already know though Peter, so telling you would be redundant" she pointed out.

"Humor me" Peter requested, beyond confused.

"MJ is super fun, keeps things interesting, pretty, and is nice" y/n explained.

Peter nodded, "okay... right... Annnd?"

"And, that makes her the better choice" she told him, "therefore, as I said, I couldn't blame you for chosing to switch to be next to her".

Peter felt himself practically glare at the words she uttered, "Don't put yourself down like that."

"I'm not putting myself down Peter, I am merely stating my observations" y/n remarked.

He shook his head, lips still at an unnatural angle due to his disagreement, "not everything is as simple as you seem to think it is".

She laughed and shrugged, "believe me, I know".

Y/n was already over the conversation as she could no longer keep pushing him towards MJ, even if it was what she knew he wanted and would hopefully help her move on from her doomed crush on him.

Peter sighed as he leaned back into his seat, "seriously though, don't compare yourself to people, trust me it does no good".

Yn sighed and leaned back into her own seat, "we can agree on that"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"It is taking sooo long" Flash whined, resting his head on the window of their transport.

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned to make a joke with Peter only to remember he'd sat with MJ when they swtiched from the plane to their shuttle.

She sighed and looked back to them, watching jealously as Peter smiled and laughed at something MJ said.

As she turned around to face the front again, she saw Ned smirking at Peter in encouragement.

Biting her lip, y/n focused on the side-view mirror of the vehicle to the left and slightly head of their's.

She tried to get her brain to focus on the cute dog the mirror allowed her to see, but it kept going back to MJ and Peter.

Stubbornly, she gripped the seat beneath her as she stared firmly at the mirror, desperate for some distraction.

It wasn't long until she got what she wanted.

Well, sort of.

Before she could react and stop it, the side-view mirror broke off the car and flew towards their shuttle.

Luckily, she was able to get her telekenisis back in regulation and moved the broken car part downwards and slowed its pace.

Everyone gasped as the mirror hit the side of their shuttle, just below the windows.

Y/n felt her breath hitch as she waited to see if anyone made the connection.

But how could they?

No one knew she had powers, much less that those powers could be manipluated by her emotions; such as her jealousy towards MJ and Peter.

When the shuttle driver kept going and new landmarks started to appear, her classmates resumed their previously abandoned activities.

Y/n leaned back against her seat and let her held breath out.

"That was pretty scary huh?" Brad asked, suddenly seated next to her.

She bit her lip and nodded, feeling guilty for having put them at risk over her emotions.

"Guess that means the rest of the trip can only improve huh?" Brad winked, resting his arm on the seat around her.

Y/n was tempted to make it clear to him, yet again, that she was not interested.

However, at least this was a distraction and she could use it to keep everyone safe from her abilities until she could distance herself from Peter and MJ.

"Then maybe some food after" MJ said, laughing as she waved her hand in front of Peter's face.

Peter blushed and snapped his head back to the girl next to him, "I'm sorry, what?"

MJ rolled her eyes, "you were staring at y/n again".

"I-No, I was not- I" Peter mumbled.

Laughing, MJ joked "Oh, must've been Brad you were staring at then".

Peter grimaced at the mention of the guy next to y/n, "No"

MJ shook her head as she laughed again.

Was she right?

Was he really staring over there?

Sure, he was looking her way when whatever it was hit their shuttle.

And, sure, he was still looking at her when Brad joined her and began getting comfortable next to her.

And sure, even as MJ resumed answering the question he asked before, he was lookimg at her.

To be honest, even as he asked MJ the question, he was watching how Y/n was glancing around the vehicle; secereyly hoping to catch her looking his way.

Peter mentally groaned, he really thought he could just keep this simple and choose MJ but things are not that easy it seems.

"Sorry, I just feel bad for abandoning her after the flight" Peter mumbled.

It was true, he did feel bad even as he made the choice he thought was appropriate to proceed with his plans.

Yet, it wasn't the real reason he kept watching her.

Nor was it the reason he was still watching her, now glaring at the back of Brad's head as he noticed hpw his arm was around her seat.

Peter tried to focus on MJ but found it harder than normal.

~~~~~~~~~~

“One sec” Peter said, taking a photo of Yn in the main square, the architecture behind her.

“Thanks Peter!” She smiled talking her phone back

He nodded “of course… you.. look… I think the photo turned out great”.

Y/n bit the inside of her cheek at what it sounded like he was going to say.

Holding her composure, she blushed and thanked him.

“When’s the next step in your plan?” she asked to remind herself he wasn’t hers and his interest was MJ.

“Oh I umm I kinda scratched that plan I think” Peter mumbled.

“Really why?” Y/n wondered.

“Like I said on the plane things aren’t as simple as they seem” Peter admitted.

With a raised eyebrow, y/n hummed “well.., then whatcha up to?”

“Just thought I’d sightsee” he lie, having walked around distracted hoping to clear his head.

As they walked silently, suddenly there was a massive wave in the canal making everyone panic.

Peter snapped to face Yn and get her away from whatever it was, but she was no longer at his side.

He panicked and looked back at the water before quickly glancing around the surrounding docks.

His search paused as he noticed Ned and Betty were in a canoe in the canal and were understandably terrified.

While Peter racked his brain for a solution, ideally one that wouldn’t expose his secret identity, he watched their canoe move.

But it wasn’t the direction in which it moved that struck him as odd.

To be fair, the whole incident was odd, but the canoe was moving sideways.

Yet, the insane ripple of water that was causing the chaos it was wasn’t even near the canoe.

Peter glanced up and saw Yn standing under this ledge, slightly hidden from the public.

Squinting, he watched as her fingers on her right hand curled towards her palm, the canoe moving in the same direction.

Peter wasn’t sure if he wanted to gasp or smirk.

He knew something about her was different, but he hadn’t expected this.

When Ned and Betty reached the side of the canal, Yn rushed forward to help them out.

Just as the couple stepped onto the cobblestone, another surge of the water began.

Peter’s eyes widened as it neared y/n.

“Ned, get y/n, MJ, Betty, and everyone back to the hotel” Peter shouted over the chaos.

Y/n felt a flutter in her chest over the simple fact he said her name first, not that it meant anything to him.

Ned complied and started trying to herd the girls and a few other classmates who were still in the area away.

Y/n wanted to help more, but she had no idea what was happening or how to fight it.

So she reluctantly went with Ned, occasionally looking over her shoulder at the scene.

One time when she glanced back, she noticed Peter had disappeared; causing her to panic.

What if the water thing got him?

She was pleased Ned’s focus was now on Betty, and used it to her advantage as she slowed her pace until she was far enough behind to slip away.

Y/n slid behind a wall and looked around before running to where she last saw Peter.

Before she could reach the destination, she saw him.

Except this time, he had webs shooting from his hands and was pulling on two heavy structures with minimal difficulty.

She shook her head, of course he was Spider-Man, it all made sense now.

Her focus snapped back to the scene and she tucked herself around the corner where he wouldn’t be able to see.

Y/n instinctively used her telekinesis to push the buildings back in the direction Peter was trying to pull them.

Satisfied, she began walking closer, only to be stopped by Ned a few seconds later.

“There you are, come on are you crazy? The water is attacking us and you just run off?!” Ned complained.

“Sorry I got scared” she said, a half-truth.

Ned sighed and nodded, “let’s go”.

“What about Peter” y/n asked.

“He should already be back, now come on” he said, covering for Peter.

She always sensed something was off with Ned whenever Peter had something suddenly come up.

Buy, now that she knew why, it was even more clear.

Nonetheless, she couldn’t state this or stay without exposing him and potentially herself, plus most of the chaos died down so she went with Ned.

Y/n smiled softly as MJ sat beside her, wraping her arm around her friend, "glad to see you're okay MJ"

"You too, although I lost track of you there for a little" MJ commented.

Bting her lower lip y/n shrugged, "it was pretty hectic, I got a bit distracted".

"At least its over now" MJ muttered, giving her a small smile.

"He's alright. He's no Spider-Man." Flash remarked about the unknown superhero that was at the canals today.

MJ laughed mockingly and shook her head over Flash once again fanboying over Spider-Man, "What is it with you and Spider-Man?"

"What? He's just awesome, okay? He protects the neighborhood and y'know he's inspiring. He inspires me to be a better man" Flash rambled on.

MJ rolled her eyes and leaned back against the steps as Y/n removed her arm grom her shoulder and adjusted her hairtie to distract her from worrying over Peter.

Fortunately, y/n soon felt a change in the atmosphere and turned her head around the stair banister just as Peter walked in.

Flash saw him at the same time, commenting, "'Sup, dickwad? Thought you drowned",

Brad smirked at the dig and MJ rolled her eyes again as y/n just scanned him for injuries.

Peter ignored Flash and looked over y/n and MJ.

"So how much of that did you see?" Peter asked, eyes landing on y/n.

Before she could respond, MJ cut in, "Not much. I was running".

Peter's eyes snapped to her and then back to y/n briefly before looking at MJ again, "Right. Me too. I was also running... away."

Y/n bit her lip as she wanted nothing more than to melt to the floor and slide away from them and their conversation.

"So Paris tomorrow. Go to the Eiffel Tower. Should be great, it's on your bucket list right?" Peter commented, bringing her attention back to the group.

Y/n smiled gratefully at him and nodded.

But once again, just as she was about to respond, MJ interrupted "I read it was secretly built as a mind-control antenna to create an army of the insane."

Y/n felt herself deflate and forced herself to look away from their conversation, making eye contact with the only other person seemingly noticing this parituclar side conversation, Brad.

"Oh" is all Peter said, and unbeknownst to y/n, his eyes are focused on her.

Had she not been using all her might to ignore the situation around her, her powers would have allowed her to realize what was truly happening.

But she was too disappointed and hurt to not completely shut out the conversation and his presence.

However, the wink Brad sends her way makes her even more frustrated.

Why couldn't Brad go for MJ and Peter be interested in her?

Sighing, she turned her focus back to her positiion between two of her best friends as she tried to find a way to politely excuse herself.

"Which is why it's my favorite destination on the whole trip" MJ flirts with a smug smile over at Peter.

At that, y/n no longer looked for a polite way to get out of it, she had to flee immediately as she felt her hands warm as her power ebbed with her emotions.

"Y/n?" Peter called after her as she suddenly stood and started up the stairs.

See series masterlist link for next part(s)

SERIES MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION

PETER PARKER MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION

TOM HOLLAND MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION (INCLUDING CHARACTERS)

MY MAIN MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION (ALL MY WORKS)

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𝟎𝟎𝟐: 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃

𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫.

peter parker should not be allowed to be this beautiful.

the sight of peter on his knees should not make your heart skip a beat, but it does.

“what?” you stutter, trying to ignore the blood that rushes to your cheeks at the sight of peters puppy dog eyes, but it’s hard. it’s oh so very hard.

he clears his throat, “i want you to date me. well, more so, i want you to fake date me.” the blush in your cheeks seem to disappear at that as you push him away and walk to the other side of the room.

your brows furrow, “i’m sorry, but peter this is actually one of the dumbest things you’ve ever asked me to do- which is saying a lot because you’ve asked me to jump off of the top of the playground before.”

peter coughs out a laugh at the memory, and then his expression changes back to a more serious one.

“i’m not kidding though, y/n/n.” he says, “i want to show mj that i can be a good boyfriend.” he explains. you frown.

you bite your lip and lean against the wall. “peter, dating me is not going to help you. you just need to go for it, i know she’ll say yes-”

“y/n.” peter interrupts, “i’m asking you, to please, please do this for me.” he mumbles and your chest suddenly feels too tight.

you groan and squeeze your eyes shut. this is a bad idea. you know it’s a bad idea. but this is peter- your peter. it’s not like there’s a whole bunch that could go wrong, right?

you sigh and sit on the ground next to him, “if we’re doing this, we need too have some rules first.

peter nods swiftly, “yeah, yes, of course.” he says and you reach for your backpack for a piece of notebook paper and a pen.

once you have it you lay it in your lap and write ‘RULES’. peter leans closer, and you’re suddenly all too aware of how close you both are.

you clear your throat, “first off, i’m not going to kiss you.” you say. peters eyebrows furrow and he goes to argue but you interrupt him with a shake of your head. “that’s a line i’m not going to cross with you, okay?” you say seriously.

peter bites his lip and nods.

he shrugs, “if i can’t kiss you than what can i do?”

you think for a moment and then smile, “you can put your hand in my back pocket.”

peter rolls his eyes, “you seriously need to stop with the 80’s movies.” he groans.

you laugh, “you know you love it.”

you’re both silent for a moment after that. it’s not the usual comfortable silence that you and peter usually share, this one is awkward and tense.

you clear your throat, “okay, rule number two, we are not allowed to tell anyone that this is fake. not even ned.”

peter nods his head at that, you both love ned but he can not keep a secret to save his life.

“rule three, this has to be over by the end of our trip to europe this summer.” peter adds.

your eyebrows furrow, “peter, the trips in two weeks.” you say.

he shrugs, “we’ll be in europe for a little over three weeks, so that means we’ll be ‘dating’ for a little over a month. don’t normal high school relationships barely make it past the two week mark?” he questions and you nod your head in agreement.

you and peter spend the next hour or so discussing how you would announce your new ‘relationship’ to ned and the rest of the school, the both of you deciding to just post it on your instagrams.

once the brunette leaves you scroll your camera roll for a picture of you and peters first halloween, you had dressed up as anakin and him as yoda. aunt may had painted his skin a bright green that ended up looking yellow on the camera.

you bite your lip and choose it, captioning the photo, ‘bestfriends to lovers who?’.

you nearly throw your phone across the room as you post it, because now it was real. like actually really happening.

it takes everything in you to not immediately delete the post, instead deciding to turn out your light and just go to bed.

as soon as you step through the threshold marking the outside and the beginning of the main hallway, you are immediately bombarded by a sweaty ned.

“you and peter are dating?” he questions. your jaw goes slack as you attempt to answer, but before you can someone beats you to it.

“well, that’s what the post said didn’t it, and why are you so sweaty?” peter asks from next to you, awkwardly slinging an arm over your shoulder and it takes practically everything in you to not shrug it off.

ned ignores peters question, “well, i mean yeah, but i thought mj-”

peter interrupts him, “we talked last night and we both realized that we, you know…” he glances to you.

“we both realized that we like each other.” you finish.

ned’s eyebrows furrow, “right…” his tone suggests that he doesn’t believe you.

the walk to first period is spent in an awkward silence, and you find you’ve never been more thankful to get away from your best friends.

you let out a sigh of relief as you sit down, pulling out a pencil from your book bag and beginning to write down todays agenda.

mj sits in her usual spot next to you, and you glance at her cautiously, and immediately regret it when you see she’s already staring at you.

“so, you and peter, huh?” she hums.

you clear your throat, grip tightening on the pencil in your hand, “mhm.”

mj seems to sense how uncomfortable you’re feeling and changes the subject, “so, did you finish the book?”

you nearly stumble out if your seat from how fast your head snaps to look at her. you groan, “oh my god, yes i did, and let me tell you- i am never reading that book again!” you cry.

mj laughs, “i don’t blame you! i was devastated the first time i read it.”

you laugh, frantically throwing your hands in the air, “i mean, how can it just end like that? like he’s dead and that’s it?”

mj shrugs, and before she can say anything else mrs. notting has started her daily ritual of banging a ruler on her desk to get everyone to be quiet. it’s pretty effective.

each class passes by quicker than you would’ve liked then too, and you find yourself dreading your usually favorite time of day: lunch.

you and peter share the period before together so you walk down the hall hand in hand awkwardly, trying to ignore the stares you receive from classmates and teachers.

peter seems to sense how tense your feeling, and he leans towards your ear and whispers, “thank you for doing this, y/n/n.”

your heart skips a beat when his lips brush against your ear. not trusting your voice, you squeeze his hand three times in response. he smiles.

as soon as you enter the lunch room ned is quick to bombard the both of you with more questions, but you successfully tune him out, instead focusing a little too hard on the back of mj’s head. she seems to sense someone staring and turns around and you quickly advert your gaze, suddenly becoming very interested in peter and ned’s conversation.

“i guess i just don’t understand, because last time i checked you were practically obsessed with mj!” ned says, eyebrows crinkled in frustration.

“i don’t know man, this just kinda.. happened.” peters mumbles, and ned bites the inside of his cheek and then shrugs, “well as long as you’re both happy.”

you smile at that, glancing at an also smiling peter.

“just promise me that no matter what, we’ll all still be friends.” ned says and you stick out your pinkie, prompting ned and peter to do the same.

you all intertwine your pinkies to the best of your abilities, all chanting “i promise.” at the same time.

when you unlatch from each other and the boys go back to their usual conversations you feel your heart begin to swell.

this, thing, you were doing with peter was only temporary and you needed to remember that. in a few months, everything will be back to normal and peter will be with the girl of his dreams.

in a few months, everything will be fine.

i ❤️ taylor swift

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❤︎︎ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 ఌ

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #marvel #tom holland #mcu #angst #far from home #fake dating #friends to lovers #fluff

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Oh yeah one more (again, a problem is showing 💀) remember when I asked abt songfics? While not rlly a songfic, could I get one where it’s (tom holland’s) Peter Parker x Male Reader inspired by Jet Lag by Simple Plan and Natasha Bedingfielf (stan Nat Bedingfield) where Peter is abroad on a long mission and y/n is just stuck at home rebuilding the death star with Ned, but they really miss each other a buttload

Time Difference

Shuuuttt upppp- I'd never heard of this song before but I listened to it and have so many ideas for this fic- I'm in love.

I haven't done many songfics so I hope I didn't format this weird or anything-

I'm considering this as like a part 2 of Roses- established relationship and all that.

I skip a view verses just because they don't work with the story- but the bulk of the song is included!

BOLD is (Y/N)'s texts and normal are Peter's.

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Requested by: @mailmango

Peter Parker x Male!Reader

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Hugging each other tightly, Peter kissed (Y/N) as they said goodbye. Peter was about to go on a mission abroad, but as far as (Y/N) knew it was just a trip for his internship to meet some amazing scientists and engineers in Europe.

He'd be gone for three weeks- which was far too long for teenagers in a relationship. But off he flew, and (Y/N) went back home, waiting for the text that he had landed.

What time is it where you are? I miss you more than anything

Peter hung upside-down from the hotel ceiling, something he often did when feeling anxious. Other than a dim lamp in the corner, his phone was the only light in the room, shining a blue light over his face.

He smiled a bit at one of (Y/N)'s texts, before sending one back. They would usually be on FaceTime but this was their way of acting like they were going to bed even though they weren't.

"What time is it for you?"

"early"

Peter rolled his eyes with a smile.

"You need to get ready for school."

"and you need to be getting some sleep!"

He could imagine the exact look (Y/N) was making with his face, sad that he couldn't be there to see it in person.

Instead of hitting the FaceTime button like he wanted so badly to do, he just said what he was feeling.

"I miss you"

"i miss you more 🫶"

I'm back at home, you feel so far Waiting for the phone to ring

(Y/N) was over at Ned's house, supposedly studying. In reality all he was doing was nervously glancing at his phone every few seconds.

"Why can't you call him, again?" Ned asked for the hundredth time, sick of his friend not paying attention.

"Because he might be at some important meeting! Or he might be asleep, I don't know- this time difference is screwing me up." (Y/N) bit his nail as he tried to focus on his work again.

He felt bad for treating Ned like this, but he didn't always do this. He just hadn't gotten the call that he usually got around lunch time so now he was anxious.

Picking up his phone he sent Peter a quick text message.

"i'll call you before i go to bed- stay safe and keep having fun!"

Biting his lip he shook his head after it sent, putting his phone down and looking at his notebook. It felt like Peter was a whole planet away, not just an ocean.

When Peter finally saw the text message he wanted to kick himself.

"Kid, come on, we've got to get you some first aid," Tony insisted, trying to get Peter to follow him. They'd just finished fighting and they were both roughed up.

Tony knew the second he got his hands on his phone, Peter wouldn't be available anymore (and would likely ignore his injuries to make sure his boyfriend was okay first).

"I'm so sorry (Y/N), we can definitely call tonight- emergency meeting happened before I was able to call :("

The reply was instant.

"dw babe, i can wait <3 it may come as a surprise to you but i can be very patient"

It's getting lonely living upside down I don't even wanna be in this town Tryna figure out the timezone's making me crazy

When Peter wasn't nervously hanging upside down like a bat on his ceiling, he was adventuring the cities he went to with his fellow Avengers (well- eventually fellow Avengers he hoped).

But everywhere he went he was reminded of (Y/N), things to buy him or pictures to send him- all he wanted to do was be with (Y/N).

Cuddling, watching a movie- and he missed his friends too. As he fell asleep one night he thought about a movie night with (Y/N), Ned, and MJ- or sitting at lunch with them.

Not to mention the time difference was throwing both boyfriend's out of wack-

You say goodmorning when it's midnight Going out of my head, alone in this bed

Peter lay in his bed, wide awake despite the late hour. He didn't often sleep with (Y/N), no matter how many times he wanted to web over to his house after patrol. (Y/N) didn't know about Spider-Man yet, and Peter didn't know when he'd tell him.

But they'd often fall asleep together during hang outs. They'd stay up all night texting/calling and then snuggle together in person- and it'd been two weeks without that.

Peter was feeling alone in the big empty hotel bed.

Suddenly his phone went off and he picked it up.

"morning babe! got coffee and thought of you <3" (Y/N) sent with an attached picture of him at the coffee shop they would frequent together.

Peter sent back a picture of him (it was obvious he had to use the flash of his phone because of the dark of the room) holding a thumbs up with a tired smile.

"Can't wait to go there together when I get back!"

I wake up to your sunset It's driving me mad, I miss you so bad

The couple always sent pictures of the sky to each other, even when Peter was in Queens with (Y/N).

(Y/N) had become lonely, even with his near constant contact with Peter. He missed holding him, his hand. Kissing him.

So he went up to the roof of his apartment building, where he and Peter would relax together often.

He didn't want to cry- it's not like Peter was off at war. He was safe with Mr. Stark and his security team, having fun. He should feel happy for Peter, but he felt like Peter hadn't told him the whole truth about the trip.

Regardless, he took a picture of the sunset he'd been watching and sent it to Peter with a text;

"wanted to share my sunset with you. i can't wait for you to come home"

He wanted to add an "I love you" but decided against it. They hadn't said it yet and that'd be a pretty shitty way to start saying it.

Maybe when he gets back (Y/N) will tell him.

The first thing Peter did when he opened his eyes was reach for his phone- as he had the entire trip. That was the text he woke up to- sent only ten minutes ago.

Standing up from his bed he opened the windows, looking out at the city they were in. The sun was still rising, so he took a picture of it and sent it back.

"My sunrise to your sunset. Poetic, if you ask me"

And my heart-heart-heart is so jet lagged Heart-heart-heart is so jet lagged Heart-heart-heart is so jet lagged Is so jet lagged

What time is it where you are? Five more days and I'll be home

"Only five more days!" (Y/N) announced as he opened the door to his room, going straight to his calendar to mark it off.

Ned and MJ, who had followed behind him, dropped their backpacks and found a place to study.

"Then you'll finally be tolerable again," MJ muttered, clicking her pen as she waited for (Y/N) to sit down with them.

"Oh no, they'll be worse together. I say at least a week of constant PDA and love-sick phrases," Ned corrected, nodding assuredly.

(Y/N) basically jumped out of his skin as his phone went off, quickly pulling it out of his pocket.

"Five more days <3"

Smiling brightly, (Y/N) texted back.

"five more days!"

MJ groaned as she thought about Ned's response and kicked (Y/N) in the shin.

"Ow!"

"Get your ass out of the clouds and help me with my calc homework," MJ ordered with a glare.

Rolling his eyes (Y/N) joined them on the floor, pulling out his stuff.

"You can't tell me you're not excited for Peter to be back," (Y/N) said towards Ned, glancing up at him.

"I am- or I will be, once he's back for at least a week. I'm counting it as four weeks because he'll only get out of the clouds, as MJ said, after a week of you."

"It won't be like that guys, I promise. We can be in a relationship and still be present with our friends!" (Y/N) protested, opening MJ's calculus book.

Ned and MJ shared a look, doubtful. (Y/N) saw and became even more determined to not hoard Peter all to himself when he got back.

I been keeping busy all the time Just to try to keep you off my mind

The next few days were unbearable for (Y/N)- well, for Peter too, but those last days were packed with fighting so he was distracted.

Desperately trying to find things to keep his mind off Peter, he decided to rebuild the Lego death star with Ned (who just wanted to make sure his friend was okay).

It worked for a while, and when they finished it was late- but he still had two days to wait for Peter to come home.

Ned went back to his house with a joyful goodbye- over the last couple of weeks the one-on-one time he had with (Y/N) was usually filled with talking about Peter, but he got a few gems like tonight out of it.

Reading books, painting with MJ, doing puzzles with Aunt May- none of it helped (Y/N) much.

So agony was what was left for the next few days.

I miss you so bad (I miss you so bad) I miss you so bad (I miss you so bad) I miss you so bad (I wanna share your horizon) I miss you so bad (And see the same sun rising) I miss you so bad (And turn the hour back to when you were holding me)

(Y/N) stood with Aunt May and his friends in May's apartment, rocking on the balls of his feet anxiously. Peter had taken Mr. Stark's private jet and he said that Happy would be driving him to the apartment.

A little welcoming party was set up; cake, his favorite dinner, his favorite movie ready to be booted up. Now all that was left was Peter.

The door swung open and once (Y/N) saw his face, he held himself back from launching into his arms.

Aunt May greeted him first, inspecting his face (which was covered in cuts and bruises). (Y/N) was taken aback- what happened in Europe?

When the shock wore off and May was finished greeting him, Peter pulled (Y/N) into a hug as he got close enough.

They rocked back and forth, Peter smiling from ear to ear and (Y/N) frowning with concern.

"Are you okay? What happened?" (Y/N) whispered into his ear, running a hand through the back of his hair.

"I'll explain everything later, I promise."

(Y/N) was okay with that- as long as he got an explanation later. He let the worry go for a second to pull back and give Peter a peck on the lips. He was gonna tell him-

"I missed you."

He chickened out.

"I missed you too," Peter whispered back.

"Promise we'll talk later?"

"Promise."

Hardly separating the whole night, the boys ate dinner with their small family- and enjoyed themselves the whole time.

The heavier topics could be saved for later, because now was the time to be happy that they were together again.

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Whatdya think? I think this one was pretty good.

Hope this was good mango!

-Author Max <3

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I Want You

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: Hey, I wrote this pretty quick and didn’t edit it so if you find any mistakes please let me know! Anyway here’s just a horny little story for you guys, hope you enjoy xx

Warnings: Smut

Summary: Peter’s been out of town for a week, and you’re so eager for him to come home that is hurts

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Peter had been gone for a full week, sent away to Europe for some sort of top secret mission, and it was hell for you. Not only was it a problem because you missed your boyfriend, but also because you were horny, and muffled phone sex just wasn’t doing it for you this week. You knew your imagination would never match up to the real thing, to the feeling of his lips or his hands wandering all over you, and it was driving you crazy. All you wanted was for him to come home and blow your brains out, and there was no way some multi hour debrief meeting was going to keep you from getting that. You were a Stark after all, there weren’t a lot of things that could keep you from getting what you wanted.

“Peter!” you squealed excitedly, running towards him as soon as he came off the ship.

He smiled and opened his arms to receive you, happily hugging you against him and kissing the top of your head, “Hi princess, I missed you.”

“I missed you more,” you pushed your lips against his, “Let’s go home.”

“I can’t, I’ve got to go change and debrief,” he kissed the top of your head and tried to step away but you glued yourself to his side as he walked inside.

“But I haven’t seen you all week,” you pouted.

“It’ll be quick,” he promised.

“It’s never quick,” you whined, “Can’t you spend a little time with me first?”

“I promise it won’t be more than an hour,” he punched in the code to his door while your jaw hit the floor.

“An hour?” you threw yourself dramatically onto the small cot like bed, “I can’t handle another hour Peter.”

He glanced over at you with a small smile, “I think you’ll live.”

“No I won’t, you don’t know how awful this week has been.”

“I don’t think one more hour of being horny will kill you.”

“Hey!” your cheeks flushed at the accusation, “I just missed you alright?”

“You’re not gonna fool me princess, you’ve been horny all week. All those dirty texts and graphic phone calls are great but,” he bent down to your level and placed his hand under your chin, “They just aren’t the same,” he pressed a quick kiss to your lips, “I’m just as eager to get home as you are, but it’s just one hour, then you’ll have my full attention for the rest of the day. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

It was a nice promise, though it did nothing to alleviate the fire burning in your stomach, “It’s really not fair,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “They’ve had you all week Peter.”

You pushed your lips to his before he could respond. His hands sank into your hips as he sat down beside you. You crawled into his lap as you worked your lips against his, smiling when he started to nibble at your bottom lip. You opened up your mouth and tugged at the neck of the suit. He hummed and pressed down on the middle of his suit so you could remove it.

“We have to be fast,” he warned, pulling himself away from you reluctantly.

“They can wait,” you smirked and pressed your lips to his neck.

You kissed down his body as you tugged the suit off of him. He moaned as you moved lower and lower, eventually reaching the edge of his underwear. You pulled his underwear off with the rest of his suit and took him in your hand.

“That feels amazing princess,” he moaned happily before leaning down to kiss you, “Come here, let’s get you undressed.”

“I wanna suck you off first,” you smiled up at him and massaged his thigh.

“We’re not gonna have time for both,” he warned.

“Yes we will,” you insisted before taking him in your mouth.

He groaned at the sensation and set his hand on the back of your head, “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he complimented as you started bobbing your head.

His breathing started to pick up as you moved up and down, working to take all of him in your mouth. You watched him throw his head back and swear when he hit the back of your throat. He helped guide you with his hand but he was happy to let you take control of the situation.

“Just like that, fuck,” he panted above you, “Feels so good pretty girl, I’m not gonna last long,” he warned.

You clenched your legs together, all his praise always got to you. You were tempted to reach down and start touching yourself but you knew it’d be better if you waited, though you were sure you wouldn’t last long either. At this rate you’d be falling apart the second he got his hands on you.

“Shit, so close pretty girl,” he massaged the back of your head, “Bet you're getting all wet for me too huh? I can’t wait to touch you,” he squeezed his eyes shut when you moaned around him, “Gonna make you fall apart on my fingers and when we get home I’m gon- Fuck!” he gasped when he hit the back of your throat again. He panted loudly, struggling to keep quiet as you worked at him, “Just like that baby, just like that,” he let out a deep groan and started rocking his hips towards you. You ran your tongue over his tip a few times and he was gone, “Fuck baby I…” he tried to warn you that he was about to finish but it overcame him too quickly. He came in the back of your throat, whimpering and moaning as you worked him through his high. He fell back on the bed as a panting mess when you pulled yourself off of him. He smiled lazily up at you and reached for your hips. You made a show of swallowing right in front of him, which made his already flushed cheeks tint even darker as he pushed himself back up, “You’re so incredible,” he complimented, nuzzling his nose against your cheek, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you cooed back at him before pressing your lips to his.

He smiled against your lips and set his hand on your cheek. He pulled you over his lap and began tugging your shirt over your head. He’d just barely set his hand over your breast when someone started knocking at the door. Just as you finally thought you were going to get the relief you were craving Peter was pulling away from you.

“Peter hurry it up!” your dad barked on the other side of the door.

“C-Coming!” Peter scrambled away from you and started pulling on his clothes.

You debated the ethics of patricide while you pulled your shirt back on, “I can’t fucking believe this, cock blocked by my own flesh and blood.”

Peter couldn’t help but chuckle, “I told you we wouldn’t have time for both.”

“You’re only laughing because you actually got off,” you bit back at him before throwing open the door, “Dad I haven’t seen Peter all week,” you flashed him your best puppy dog yes while you pouted at him, “Does he really have to go?”

“Yes he does,” he hummed, “The mission went great by the way, thanks for checking in.”

“But dad,” you whined.

“You two live together, you see him plenty, he needs to come to the meeting,” he patted your shoulder before peeking past you, “Peter you’ve got five minutes.”

“Right, I’ll be right out,” he promised.

The door slid closed as he walked away, you spun on your heels to Peter, who stood there smiling at you, “What?” you crossed your arms.

“I just think it’s funny that you're acting all innocent now considering where your mouth just was,” he set his hand on your cheek.

“Don’t patronize me Peter,” you glared at him.

“Don’t pout, I promised I’d make it up to you,” he pressed a kiss to your lips, “I’ll try to make things quick.”

“You better,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, a petty attempt to keep him with you a little longer.

“I will,” he kissed you again and unwrapped your arms, “Try not to miss me too much alright?”

“You know I will.”

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Every minute waiting for Peter felt like an hour, it was absolute torture sitting on his bed, just waiting for him to come back. After 45 very long minutes he finally returned and you leapt from the bed to jump into his arms. You had your lips on his the second he stepped into the room, knocking him back into the hallway as he struggled to catch you.

“Slow down,” he laughed, struggling to get any words out between your kisses, “We’ve still got to make it home.”

You groaned, “Home is so far away.”

“Five minutes,” he gave you one last kiss before walking away, he plucked his bag off the ground and took your hand in his, “Come on, there’s a driver waiting for us.”

You tried to make out with Peter in the car, but he felt weird about the driver being there. You bounced on your heels while you waited for the elevator to reach your floor and ran excitedly to your door. You held Peter’s waist as he unlocked the door, squealing happily when the door finally creaked open. Peter’s bag fell to the floor as your arms wrapped around his neck, he took a hold of your waist and pressed his lips to yours.

You moaned happily as one of his hands snaked under your shirt, tossing it over your head as he walked you back towards your bedroom. You pushed his flannel off him and started undoing his belt. Peter reached behind you when you finally made it to your room, tossing the door open before he helped you get his belt off. He pulled his t-shirt off and yanked you back to him. One of his hands grazed the bottom of your bra, but you weren’t in the mood to be teased. You reached back with one hand and unclasped your bra, Peter’s lips drew upwards as it fell to the ground. He ran a thumb over your nipple, biting his lip as you moaned for him.

“Peter come on,” you whined.

“You’re so impatient today,” he cupped your breast and nibbled at your bottom lip.

You opened your mouth as your knees hit the edge of your bed, “I ran out of patience days ago,” you unsnapped the button of his jeans and pushed them off his hips, “You already got some today Peter, I’ve just been sitting around waiting, it’s practically torture.”

“And I already promised I would make it up to you, so let me work,” he sucked your bottom lip between his again and pulled you flush against him.

He massaged your breasts, pinching and teasing your nipples so he could hear more of your moans. Finally he reached down and grabbed the waist of your leggings. He peeled them off torturously slow, taking your underwear off with them. He eyed your bare form with dark eyes.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he complimented, grazing your bare torso with the back of his hand, “I really missed you you know?”

“I missed you too,” you smiled and hooked your fingers in the waist of his underwear, “The apartment was really lonely without you.”

“Yeah, I really hate waking up without you there,” he sighed happily and nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Me too,” you pushed his underwear down and brought his lips back to yours.

Carefully Peter laid you back on your bed, hovering over you while his lips worked against yours. He started kissing down your body, the same way you had earlier, only he stopped at your chest. You inhaled sharply when his lips brushed your right nipple, he smirked and ran his tongue over the same spot. You whimpered and leaned into his touch. He was careful taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly while one of his hands continued down your body.

“Peter,” you moaned his name when his fingers grazed over you.

“I love it when you say my name,” he grinned up at you and began kissing a trail back up to your lips, “You ready baby?”

You nodded eagerly, “I need you Peter.”

“I’ve got you,” he lined himself up with you and pressed his lips to your cheek. He pushed into you slowly, making sure you had time to adjust to him.

You let out a breathy, happy moan as he settled inside you. Your imagination had been nowhere near as good as the real thing. It felt so good to finally have the fullness you’d been craving, after a week of waiting so desperately for him. You squeezed his bicep while he pressed kissed over your cheeks and neck. It stung, like it always did at first, but it still felt so good to finally have him.

“Feels good Peter,” you whimpered under him.

“Really good,” he smiled against your cheek, gently he started rubbing your clit, hoping to ease you out of your initial discomfort, “Can I start moving baby?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” you raised your hips to meet his, encouraging him to start moving.

He started out gentle and slow, but quickly started building up speed. He continued stroking your clit and moved one of his hands back to your breasts. You swore as he tweaked your nipple, arching your back to meet him.

“Fuck Peter, that feels so good,” you grabbed his cheek, bringing his face back up to yours.

“Yeah? Are you gonna cum for me baby?” he grinned above you.

You nodded and pulled him down to you. You kissed him hard and this time you nipped at his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, happy to let you take control of the kiss for a while. He just wanted to make you feel good, to make sure you got everything you’d been wanting from him. Nothing turned him on more than knowing he was making you feel good, and he loved to have you fall apart under him.

Peter squeezed your hip and pulled you closer to him so he could angle your hips upwards just a bit. You gasped at the new angle, wrapped your legs around his waist. He started to move a bit faster, hitting this new angle even harder. It felt incredible, and you could tell you wouldn’t last much longer if he kept drilling into that spot.

“Peter,” you panted under him, “Fuck, you feel so good, I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” his lips were just a centimeter from yours, his hot breath fanning across your face as you gasped and moaned under him, “I want you to cum for me baby, can you do that?”

You nodded, thrusting your hips upwards as he pinched your clit, “Please Peter.”

“Please what?” he teased, pretending not to know what you were asking for, “Tell me what you need princess, I wanna make you feel good.”

“I just need you,” you gasped.

He smiled and brought his lips to your chest again. You tightened around him as he took your left nipple into his mouth. He looked up at you but making eye contact was too much for you in that moment. One of your hands slipped into his hair, the other fisted the sheets underneath you. His teeth grazed over your sensitive skin and you had to squeeze your eyes shut. You were aching for your climax, the knot in your stomach burned, everywhere Peter touched you felt like fire. You were teetering on the edge, all you needed was that final push to bring you there. Peter finally gave you that when he gently tugged your nipple between his teeth, the small twinge of pain took you over the edge and your whole body was flooded with pleasure.

You clenched around him and cried out as you fell apart, which was more than enough to bring him to his peak. He pressed his lips to yours as he came inside you, gently rocking his hips to help both of you ride out your highs. You moaned into his mouth and he happily swallowed every sound you made. Both of you wore wide smiles when he pulled away.

“Even better than my wildest dreams,” you wrapped your arms around his neck with a happy sigh.

He nodded in agreement and brushed some messy hair away from your face, “Yeah, no sexy phone call could ever live up to that.”

Peter pulled himself out of you and snuggled up to your side. He laid his head on your chest and wrapped his arm around your waist. You continued to play with his hair, struggling to catch your breath as you snuggled up together.

“I missed this too,” you sighed.

“So did I,” he traced your bare stomach with a smile, “Maybe in a little bit we can get up and shower together?”

You nodded, “And afterwards we can make dinner together?”

“That sounds like a perfect night to me,” he kissed your shoulder affectionately, holding you as close to him as he could, “I think I wanna spend the next week here with you, to make up for lost time.”

You giggled happily and hugged him tight, “I’ll clear my schedule.”

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