“Tommy it’s only a few classes,” she muttered as she tried to get out of the bed. Tom has his arm around her, holding her close to him. Not letting her escape the bed. “And I need to go to him.”
Tom groaned and only pulled her closer. “You can miss one day,” he said through a groan.
“No I can’t.” She pushed at his shoulder. “And even if I could, I need to get up and feed the dog.” He groaned again and finally let go.
Even from the kitchen, Y/N could still hear hear him groaning as he struggled to get out of bed. She poured the dog food into Tessa’s bowl and began making herself a steaming cup of coffee. She sat at the kitchen table and began drinking it.
Tom wandered into the room a few minutes later. He scratched Tess behind the ears and sat opposite Y/N. With his head in his hand, he reached for Y/N’s hand with his free one. “You know,” she started and sipped her coffee. “You can always meet me after my class.”
“I just might,” Tom said through a yawn. He kissed her hand and shut his eyes. Y/N pouted when he started snoring again.
Just as Tom said he would, he waited for Y/N outside of her school. He was dressed down, the collar of his coat turned up and a hat on his head. A few curls were escaping and Tessa was sat by his side. He looked terrifying, like the drug dealers down in Hackney. People avoided him, not aware of who he was, as they walked past.
Y/N’s classmates walked out of class a couple of minutes before she did. At first, they gave Tom a wide birth when passing and eyed Tessa suspiciously. But then one of the girls gasped. “Oh my God, you’re Tom Holland!” She gasped.
They inched closer, but backed up the moment Tessa started barking. But she wasn’t barking at them, she was barking for Y/N’s attention.
Y/N was walking with her books in her arms. One of the boys from her class was walking beside her, wearing a charming smile and laughing at whatever she said. Tom stiffened.
He crouched to scratch Tess behind the ears and grinned up at his girlfriend as she pushed through the hoard of girls surrounding him. “Hey Tommy!” She said and wrapped her free arm around him. Her books wobbled and she rushed to steady them.
“I’ll see you next week, Y/N,” the boy said and went to kiss her on the cheek. She dodged the kiss and her books almost tumbled to the floor.
Tom stood and crossed his arms over his chest. “Back up, buddy,” He said and pushed the boy back. He took the books from Y/N’s hand and gave her Tessa’s lead.
“Bye Alby! I’ll see you on Thursday,” Y/N said and waved goodbye. She wrapped her arms around Tom and the two started walking home. “You’re cute when you get protective,” she said through a giggle.
“Shut up,” he mumbled and kissed the top of her head.
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Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: You and Peter go to the movies. You both get turned on when the heated scene comes on, good thing you’re sitting at the back.
Requested by: @zzz-cat-zzz
Warnings: Smut, language, Peter being embarrassed
A/N: Look at me finally liking what I wrote. Kinda. Also I am so sorry it took so long.
“This is exactly why I don’t like these movies.” You groaned as you sunk in your seat, snatching the bucket of popcorn from Peter’s hands. “I hate these movies so fucking much.”
“You chose it.” Peter deadpanned as he grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bucket placed in your lap. “Now hush. People are staring. Keep your voice down.”
You rolled your eyes as you looked around the almost empty movie theatre. Not a single person turned around to stare at you. It was almost surprising how empty the movie theatre was on a Friday night.
Peter had been busy with patrolling for a few weeks. And school has been hectic. So, you and Peter decided to go on a date. And like the dumbass you were, you suggested to watch a movie.
And you just had to choose the cheesiest chick-flick, didn’t you?
“They are so dumb!” You said exasperated as you adjusted your skirt. “Like just fucking kiss, dammit. What the fuck are they waiting for?”
“They will kiss, Y/n/n.” Peter said. “They are in love, they just need to confess.”
“And when are they going to do that?” You gritted through your teeth. “It’s just feelings. Just freaking say it, you morons.”
“It’s hard to talk about feelings sometimes, you idiot.” Peter mumbled, his tone defensive as he shifted in his seat.
“Oh yeah.” You hummed in agreement. “I totally forgot about the fact that you were in love with me since you were seven. And it took you—” You paused, pretending to think, “—around eleven years to tell me. Got it.”
“S-shut up!” Peter mumbled, his cheeks dusted pink as he looked away from you, pouting.
“Aww, Petey. It’s okay.” You turned his face towards yours, leaning over to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He placed his hand on your thigh as you shifted towards him. “I love you.”
“I-I love you too.” He stuttered, his blush deepened as he turned away from you. “N-now…now watch the movie.”
You bit back a laugh as you turned your attention to the screen and—
You gaped at the screen as the actress moaned, leaning back on the bed. Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head as the guy quickly to crawl over her, pressing kisses all over her neck as he pinned her hands above her head.
You squeezed your thighs together as you glanced at Peter from the corner of your eye. Only to find him already looking at you. You nearly jumped as the girl moaned loudly followed by the grunt from the guy. Peter blushed, looking away from you as his grip tightened around your thigh.
You were hyper aware of Peter’s hand on your thigh, his fingers almost brushing the skin under your skirt that was already riding up.
You glanced at his lap, a bulge forming in his jeans as he shifted, trying to adjust his jeans. His lips parted as you placed your hand over his.
“Looks like you have a problem.” You whispered, leaning closer to him. Your lips brushed against his ear as he shivered.
“I…I-I can’t help it!” He gulped as you pressed your lips to his neck. “And—” he cleared his throat, “—you’re one to talk, You’re turned on too!”
“What?” Your cheeks warmed as you bit your lip, batting your eyelashes innocently. “No, I am not.”
“Y-yes, you are.” He locked his eyes with you, licking his lips. “I can smell you, Y/n/n.”
“O-oh…” You whispered, your hand gripped his as you slid it up your thigh, spreading your legs. “You won’t mind helping me out, would you?”
“I…h-here?” He choked out, his eyes widening as his finger brushed against the wet patch on your panties. “Fuck—so wet for me already.”
“Hmm,” You placed a kiss on his jaw, pressing his fingers against you as he cursed under his breath. “All for you."
"Shit.” Your breath hitched as he pushed your panties aside, his finger brushing against your wetness, making your legs jerk. “Peter—”
“Shh.” He hushed you, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “You need to keep your voice down for me, okay?”
“Yes, yeah…just please, touch me—” You gasped as he slipped a finger inside, his thumb brushing against your clit as you cried out.
“Doing so good for me.” Peter grunted as he pumped his finger in and out, placing his lips over yours and swallowing your moans.
Your legs clamped shut around his hand as he pushed in another finger, rolling your clit around with his thumb. You whimpered against his lips, your hands squeezing his bicep as you leaned your head against his shoulder.
“P-peter…I am gonna cu—” You let out a cry as Peter’s hand pulled away from in between your legs.
“Wha—"You looked around dumbfounded as the room lit up, the credits rolled on the screen. "Oh fuck. Seriously?”
Peter stood up, adjusting his jeans as he held out a hand. “Come on.”
You pulled down your skirt as you stood up, taking his hand. You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to tame the mess as Peter helped you out of the row of seats.
“Wait, Peter, the popcorn—”
“Was delicious.” Peter cut in, his lips closing around the finger that was in you just moments ago as you licked your lips.
Peter glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips as he wiped his finger on his shirt. “Your parents aren’t home, right?”
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🍁 — for a blurb (I wrote it at 2 am, so forgive me 💀)
“Peter!” you whine at your boyfriend looking at the ceiling where he had been sitting upside-down for the past 23 minutes, “Will you please come down.”
He does nothing but puffs his cheeks and retract his eyes towards the other direction to represent that he’s mad at you. You feel a presence behind you and soon someone clears their throat, “what’s going on?” Steve asks.
“I’m angry because she ate my candy!” Peter says and you slap a hand on your forehead.
“And I’ve said sorry, like a million times!” you sighed, “will you please come down now?”
“Do you promise to buy me more candy?” He asks, feet still firm on the ceiling. You wished you could just reach up and yeet him to the ground but you didn’t have your suit.
“I promise.” You smile gently, “Now will you come down?” Seeing all this Captain chuckles, if he had known better, he would be making a video of you two right about now.
Peter jumped down from the ceiling and looked at you in the eyes, “Candy?”
“Oh god, Peter! Calm down, what are you, candy monster?”
“I’m going back to the cei-”
“No, wait!” you grab his arm before he could jump back to the ceiling, “I’ll get you candy, just don’t go back up.”
Peter nods his head silently watching as you go to the huge storage room and bring out a bucket with a star spangled banner painted over it.
“Wait, is that mine?” Captain asks but you both have already left him alone in the lounge, thinking about a way to get his long-lost candies back.
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I hope you’re doing better, love :’)
- peter is a soft boi
- We all know this
- But like when you get sick
- He’s extra soft
- He buys you your favorite flavor of cough drop/throat lozenge
- And he makes sure that you’ve got a bottle of cough syrup or just cold medicine that you’ll actually like
- So that you don’t resist taking it
- Honestly you do resist taking it because
it tastes like buttit’s fun to see Peter get all panicky like bUtWhAtiFyOuDiE
- You don’t tease him too much tho because I have a feeling that that boi cries easily
- I would not be surprised if you refused to take your syrup and he was like pLz nO and just burst into tears kandjakf
- But the cuddles
- the cuddles
- They’re always perfect
- But when you’re sick they just hit different
- Peter wraps you up in blankets and holds you like a lil baby
- Prob kisses your nose or some stupidly cute bs like that
- definitely rubs your back when you fall asleep
- If you’re throwing up he’ll sit by the toilet with you and rub your back and bring you water and help you rinse out your mouth
- 100% panics when you throw up tho is like :o that’s not good
- Teases you about your raspy voice but then feels bad and apologizes 64769028685396 times
- the kind of man to make you soup
- And like
- it’s better than canned
- May gave him the recipe lmao
- But like three meals a day you will be having this
- I hope you like soup
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A/N: @icyhollands, here’s your request love :) God I am bad at naming things, aren’t i? Anyway, this is reallllyyyy short and badly written but I hope you like it haha
Synopsis: It’s that time of the month again. Luckily, Peter’s always there to cheer you up.
Warnings: Periods. Just. Yeah. Fluff
Word Count: 457
You groaned, curling up in bed as you blinked back tears. It was that time of the month and you were in agony. It had gotten so bad that you had skipped school and just stayed in bed. You were scrolling through your phone, trying to take your mind off of the pain, when you got a text.
Hey babe. I didn’t see you at school today. Is everything okay?
You smiled at the text.
don’t touch me, i’m ✨s o f t✨
Peter and you had been dating for two months now. You guys had dates and stuff, sure. But none of you had the guts to invite each other to their houses. So, when Peter invited you to his apartment out of the blue, you were a little shocked but agreed nonetheless, because let’s be honest, why wouldn’t you?
So, here you were, lying in Peter’s bed, while Die Hard played in front of you. You both were buried underneath the blankets as it was winter. But the blanket didn’t seem to work for you as you were practically shivering and Peter, of course, took notice.
“Hey, Y/N, are you cold?” He asked.
“Yeah, a little,” Yo replies, rubbing your hands against your arms, trying to provide yourself some warmth.
“Hey, uh do you wanna cuddle?” Peter asked. You had never cuddled so of course, his question brought a blush to your cheeks.
“You don’t have to of course!” He quickly added.
“No, n-no, I’d like to, actually,” You said quietly.
“Oh, okay, um, here.” He moved from his position and opened his arms for you. You quickly moved towards him and slipped into his arms, your head resting on his chest. He shyly placed his arms around your waist.
“Is this okay?” He asked, his doe eyes looking down upon you.
“Yeah, it’s more than okay.” You smiled, another blush creeping up your cheeks.
“You sure you’re comfortable?” he asked once again, a small smile on his face.
“Yeah.” You raised your head a bit to place a kiss on his now rosy cheeks but before you could he moved his face so instead of his cheeks you ended up placing a kiss on his lips. His chapped yet warm lips slid over your cold lips, you could taste the hot chocolate you both had before, on his lips, kissing him was like a drug, you could never get enough. You both pulled as oxygen became a necessity.
“You missed,” Peter said cheekily.
“I’m glad I did,”
moodboard by @angelic-holland
Summary: Andromeda and Perseus feel they’re made for each other. They know they’re meant to be together, even if the gods say otherwise. Even their constellations are together. When Zeus issues a decree that they defy, his fury forces them apart. Is their love strong enough to overcome even the will of the gods?
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, blood, death, the most gut-wrenching angst I’ve ever written holy shit
Word count: 8773 (hahahaha)
A/N: I um….yeah. I wish I had a better explanation for why I did this but I don’t. I just enjoy causing pain. But in all seriousness, I love this little mini series and I’m so happy with how it ended. Thanks to everyone who’s been along for the ride! If you need a refresher on who’s who, here’s the cast list.
Peter Parker x stark!reader
Request: Imagine peter x reader are having sex and Morgan stark is your little sister and she walks in on you 2 and starts to ask inappropriate questions and they Morgan tells your dad Tony stark and he gets mad and overprotective about reader and pepper is there as well
Warning: smuttttt, language, fluff, slight angst
Oh lord I made this so fucking dirty🤭🤭🤭
Gif not mine :)
“Yoo chillll.” You said swatting Peter’s hands as he tried to wrap his arms around you.
“Please, I almost died.” Peter whined dramatically as you looked over the edge of the roof, the cops leaving with the robbers you and Peter caught. You pulled your mask down from your nose, turning around, Peter’s arm coming around you.
“You’re so needy all the time. Make it make sense—“ Peter cut you off with his lips. His hand going down your lower back to rest comfortably on your ass. His lips moving desperately against yours.
“Can I not love you?” Peter mumbles, his tongue running up your lips, your jaw going slack, letting Peter slip his tongue in yours.
“You’re so dramatic.” You roll your eyes making Peter let out a breathy laugh.
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Pairing: Tom Holland x Blind!Reader
synopsis: You and tom have an insightful conversation that ends in a question
“What time is our reservation babe?” You asked as you stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you. Tom looked at you in the mirror and smiled to himself before going back to shaving.
“7.” He told you. “We should leave a little earlier though since parking is usually bad.”
You followed the audition of his voice and came up behind him. You rested your chin on his shoulder, hugging his waist from behind as he got ready. He looked at you in the mirror again, laughing a little at what he saw now that you were closer.
“What?” You asked as you pulled away a little.
“You missed a spot.” He chuckled endearingly as he wiped a string of suds off you nose with his pinky. A smile tugged at your lips with his touch as you playfully narrowed your eyes at him.
Summary: Y/N is paid a visit by her past, and is reminded of what she must have in the future, or else…
Warnings: language, mentions of death and violence, a creepy ex boyfriend
Pairing: Peter Parker x Villainess!Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: This is just about Y/N, there’s no Peter, so if that bothers you, you can always wait until the next chapter is out.
(yes I know the point of self-insert fanfic is to be able to see yourself as the character, and adding details makes that difficult, but it’s my story and I’ll give Y/N layers if I want to)
While Peter made a pitstop on his way home to talk to Ned, you head home immediately. You don’t want to risk anyone following you, as that could be catastrophic. All anyone had to do was pose as law enforcement and ask the landlord who lived in the apartment they saw you go into, and it was over for you.
You could easily just warp reality so that you were in your apartment, but you tried to avoid using your abilities for everyday problems. After all, most Warpers ended up going insane, and you wanted to prolong that as long as possible. According to your father, the less you use your powers, the longer it will take for you to have a psychotic break.
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Pairing: Peter parker x Avenger!Stark!reader
Summary: Peter sneaks into your room at night.
Warning: Mentions of sex, language, fluff, kissing.
A/N: I wish I could add the gif here that the fic is based on but if I do, the fic won’t show up in the tags cuz Tumblr sucks.
“What the fuck—” You pushed the blankets away from you, kicking it down as you slipped out of bed, rushing towards your window.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” You yelled, helping him climb into your room.
Peter smiled up at you sheepishly, a small blush on his cheeks. “I was just—”
“You were just what?! Are you hurt? Did you get hurt on patrol again?”
“No, Y/n. I am just—”
“Why are you so stupid, huh? You dumb fuck, idiot. You always get hurt and then—”
“That’s just rude—”
“—you never fucking listen to me. You’re so reckless. Do you know how worried I am every night you leave for patrolling—”
“—I never know if you are going to come back. Or if your dumb ass is going to get itself killed—”
“Oh god! I am okay—"He pressed the button in the middle of his chest, letting the suit fall off his shoulders, pooling around his feet, leaving him just in his boxers. "I am perfectly fine!”
“I can see that.” You eyed his naked torso shamelessly before clearing your throat. Your cheeks burning as you coughed. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”
“Y-yeah.” Peter said, shifting from foot to foot as he glanced down at himself, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “Everything’s fine. I just…I just missed you.”
“You missed me?” Your eyes softened as your voice dropped to a whisper. You barely got to see him in the last week because of school work and his patrolling. And it was taking a toll on you.
You missed talking to him. You missed hearing his voice. You missed his arms and his lips. His soft kisses and whispers. His delicate touch.
The stress of school work, especially with college applications and exams have pushednyou both further apart. And it sucked because you started dating barely a month ago. And it scared you that maybe he will lose interest in you. Sure, you’ve been best friends for a few years but not being able to see each other after finally confessing sucked.
But you were glad you were not the only one who missed him.
“Y-yeah.” Peter rubbed his arm, biting his lip as he looked up at you hesitantly. “I am sorry, is that weird?”
“No, of course not.” You said, stepping forward, taking his hand in yours. You rubbed his cold hand soothingly, trying to warm him up. “I missed you a lot too. Like a lot.”
“Yeah?” He smiled softly. “I just came over because I wanted to see you. I couldn’t wait anymore.”
“Oh?” You smiled teasingly as you glanced down at his chest. “Wait—you must be freezing. Let me get you some clothes.”
Peter blushed as he glanced down at himself. “Sorry, I—”
“It’s okay, I mean I was going to see you naked at some point.” You blurted out, your eyes widening as Peter choked on his spit.
“I didn't—shut up!” You turned around, your cheeks warmed up as you rushed to the door.
“Wait, no! Don’t go to my room. I don’t want your dad to find out I am here.” He rushed towards you, turning you around.
“Well, um. I-I don’t think he’d be happy about a boy being in your room, you know.” He looked away from.you, his cheeks dusted pink. “I don’t want him to think we’re doing something b-bad.”
“Makes sense.” You laughed nervously, gazing up at him. “I missed you a lot.”
“I did too.” He whispered.
“Can I kiss you?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck. He nodded and you leaned up, pressing your lips to his. Your lips moved against his, swallowing your gasps as he pushed you against the door slightly.
You inhaled sharply as you broke apart. “Pick me up.”
“Pick me up, Pete.” You said, rubbing your knee against his thigh and he cursed under his breath as he scooped you up in his arms.
His arms were wrapped around your waist as you hooked your legs around his midrif, pressing your lips back to his, peppering kisses to his jaw as he moved back towards bed.
He turned around, his foot tangling in your sprawled blankets, he stumbled, loosing his balance—
“Fuck—” He groaned as his back hit the floor, a small shriek escaping your lips as you hit your head.
“You can’t even pick me up properly?” You letbout a strained laugh as you sat up, rubbing a hand over the bump on your head as Peter grunted, sitting up.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” He stood up on his knees, taking your face in his hands. “Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?”
“Asking the guy who punched me while boxing last month.”
“You said you wouldn’t hold it against me!” He pouted as he rubbed your bump.
“It’s okay, don’t worry—”
You froze as you heard your dad calling your name, your eyes widening as they landed on Peter. The colour drained from his face as he scrmabled to his feet, panic rising in his chest.
“Is everything okay? I heard a scream.” Tony grabbed the doorknob. “I am coming in, alright?”
Peter immediately jummped up, sticking to the ceiling as you turned around just when the door opened, revealing a concerned Tony.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, dad!” You exclaimed, biting your lip. “Everything’s fine.”
“Then why did I hear you scream?”
“Oh, I just—it was just a spider.” You waved your hand dismissively, resisting the urge to look up at Peter.
“Wait, what’s that?” Tony moved you aside, crouching down to pick up the spiderman suit. “Is this—”
His eyes widened as he glanced up at the ceiling.
“H-hey, Mr. Stark.” Peter squeaked.
Tony clicked his tongue, glacing at you. “Just a spider, huh?”
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Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: You stay over at Peter’s only to find him sleep crawling on the ceiling in the middle of the night.
Word count: 1.6K+
Warnings: Mentions of sex, language, fluff
A/N: I hate what I wrote but I hate myself more
Posted: 24th October, 2020
“I need to go home, Peter.” You muttered, snuggling into his neck as you yawned, your eyes flickering to the digital alarm clock sitting on his desk. “It’s late.”
Peter hummed, his eyes fluttering close. “You want to stay over?”
“Hmm?” You pulled away from him, pausing the movie playing on his laptop. “You don’t mind?”
“Why would I?” Peter pushed himself up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he glanced at you. “I am so tired to walk you home anyway.”
“I can go home by myself, thank you very much.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him playfully as you pushed the stray hair out of your face. “I don’t need you to walk me home every time.”
“I know you don’t.” Peter said, leaning over to kiss the corner of your mouth as he twirled a piece of your hair with his fingers. “I just like knowing that you’re safe.”
“And what are you going to do when someone actually attacks me or something?” You laughed, pushing at his chest. “You are not exactly intimidating, Pete.”
“What are you talking about?” He furrowed his brows as he shifted towards you. “I am intimidating!”
LMAO THIS IS GOLD😂 i changed it just a tad, hope you like it!!
You and Peter were sitting in his room, books of different subjects scattered around you both. You guys had your midterms going on, so, weekends were often spent like this; studying. You both had been studying for the past four hours and now you were exhausted.
“Hey, Pete?” You looked up from your chemistry book.
“Yeah?” He spoke without looking at you, his face buried deep in the book in his hands.
“Can we take a break?” You huffed, pushing the heavy book away from you.
“You can, I’ll just study for a little bit more,” He replied, his attention still on his book.
“Petey, come on! We’ve been studying for four hours straight now,” You whined.
“I know, I know but just a few minutes more,” His gaze was still fixated on the book. Before you could protest further, you heard the familiar sound of an ice-cream truck outside Peter’s apartment.
“Peter!” You poked him.
“Ouch! What?” He finally looked at you, annoyed.
“Do you hear that?” You asked with a mischievous glint in your eyes.
“The ice-cream truck,” You pointed out.
“Yeah, so?” He looked at you with oblivion.
“Peter! It’s an ice-cream truck! Let’s go get some ice-cream!” You were already on your feet, slipping on your shoes.
“You wanna chase an ice-cream truck?” He chuckled.
“Yes, now, let’s go! Move!” He chuckled at your enthusiasm and followed you outside.
Peter and you made it to the ice-cream truck right on time and managed to buy your favorites.
“I can’t believe you made me chase an ice-cream truck,” Peter chuckled, licking his ice-cream.
“It was worth it, though, you were literally running so fast” You chuckled in response.
“Yeah, I guess it was worth it,” He huffed and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into him.
Word count: 2.7K
Summary: When Y/N adopts a shelter dog, her house becomes full of love. What she doesn’t realise is that she got more than she bargained for when bringing little Wiggles home. One night Wiggles disappears and leaves a handsome, butt naked man in his wake.
This is a high fantasy AU! Involves magic and mayhem, hence the name. As strange as it is, Tom starts this story out as a dog, a little Pitbull type (Pitbull isn’t a real breed oop) named Wiggles.
TOM HOLLAND X READER
There was something just so rewarding about adopting a shelter dog. A dog that had been through so much and come so far. All of her life, Y/N had wanted to adopt a shelter dog. A small dog, not something that could crush her while she slept. She had been following the local shelter on social media since she was a teenager, and her heart broke every time she saw the little terriers and the unwanted Rottweilers cross her timeline.
Peter Parker x Female!Reader 5 Years after Endgame(Both readers are written to be in there early/mid 20′s,) Peter takes a while to appear in this fic but I promise (hopefully)it’s worth it!
Word Count: 2.7k-ish
Warnings: References to violence, Spoilers to Endgame(I don’t know if I still need to put this but better safe than sorry), Nightmares, References to traumatic past, death, Red Room stuff, and past-abuse.
Summary: Years after the blip and (Y/N) is remembering everything that brought her to the Avengers, everything that brought her to Peter. Her life in the Red Room, Natasha, escaping the Red Room, and everything in between. What if her thoughts start to consume her dreams, somewhere where Peter can’t save her.
A/N: Holy Shit! Three posts in one week who am I?! Actually this has been sitting in my drive for a while and I finally figured out how to end it while leaving it somewhat open-ended(cause I’m a sucker for never being able to finish an idea in just one fic). Anyways I hope you like it, it is a little darker than anything I’ve written before. Any feedback or comments are very much appreciated! Much love! -Kay
Requests are open, I swear I just haven’t updated my bio yet to say so!
Point your toes.
A way in which they taught discipline
Stand up, your back needs to be straight.
Just like the girl next to you, everyone needed to be in perfect order
Arms out in front of you.
Meant you couldn’t hide anything from them
Tighten your stomach and hold your position.
Never a moment of relaxation, never a moment of weakness
Suppress any lingering thoughts.
To keep your mind on the mission
Squeeze the trigger and don’t miss your target.
“Shit,” You yelped. Your toes slipping underneath you, causing you to skid onto the studio floor. Your torso hit the ground and some deep-rooted reflex to defend yourself kicked in. You instantly put your arms up, protecting your face, bracing for the worst. You were ready for the whip of a belt, a kick to the stomach, a broken wrist, or worse.
You held your breath waiting for whatever your punishment was, but nothing came.
You cautiously opened your eyes before taking a breath. Slowly dropping your arms and standing back up. Your eyes carefully scanned the innocent room. Just four white walls with ballet bars attached to them and an old stereo in the corner that played the song you had been dancing to.
The only thing to threaten you was her shadowed reflection that lingered in the mirror.
“Looks like you might need some new pointe shoes,” Her voice called out from the doorway. A solo pair of heels clicking echoed off the walls as she walked into your studio.
You took a quick glance down at your pointe shoes. You knew the voice wasn’t lying. The pair on your feet was definitely on it’s last leg. The material around your toes was fraying off and there were holes on the side of one of them big enough to fit a finger through it.
“Pointe shoes aren’t cheap and neither is wasting time to break in a new pair while I’m renting this studio,” You said defensively to your guest, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of being right.
“You could break an ankle though,” She responded, “That’s how my ballet career almost ended,”
You listened closely to her voice, recognizing it. It was smooth and collective. You turned around towards her, recognizing her face immediately. Your eyes widened as you were sure you were in a nightmare.
“I’ve dealt with worse pain before, Natasha,” You had a stare-off with her, spitting her name out at the end of your sentence. You were careful to not let on how scared you were, you knew better than to flinch under her gaze.
“You’ve built yourself quite a life here Miss Williams, or do you prefer I call you by your real last name? The one you had in the red room,” She said to you, questioning you on the identity you had worked so hard to create, “It’s actually Miss (Y/L/N) right?”
“I’m not a (Y/L/N) anymore,” You denied, shaking your head. You had purposely dropped the name a couple years back thinking it was safer to leave your old identity behind in that Hell hole. Yet, apparently shedding your identity was all for nothing as one of the last living survivors of your past stood right in front of you.
“You say that now (Y/N) (Y/L/N), but our name was one of the only things the Red Room never took away from us,” She responded.
You knew she was right. You had the scars on your lower stomach and everywhere else to prove what the Red Room had taken away from you. But even at the end of the day, you were the one to rip away your own identity.
“How do you even find me Natasha ? We only shared a small time at that nightmare of a place before you ran away to SHIELD, leaving the rest of us girls to suffer,” You had only come to know about her because her photo had been plastered all over the Red Room. She was known as SHIELD’s greatest accomplishment, of course that was before she ran away and joined the Americans.
She nodded her head, understanding your confusion and frustration, “I might have been the best assassin that the Red Room ever produced, but you (Y/N) were something else,” She said as if it was a compliment, “You were the Red Room’s prima ballerina, that makes some noise in the intelligence community,”
You almost snarled when she called you that. There weren’t enough words in the world to describe your hatred towards that name. The things you had done to earn that title made you fear yourself.
“Don’t ever fucking say those words to me again,” You threatened her in a low tone voice. To which she didn’t as much blink at your sentence.
“New Haven’s dance teacher of the year, impressive,” She commented with a smirk, pointing to a plaque on the wall. She knew she was getting under your skin with every word she said.
“Whatever you’re here for, information, weapons, secrets, I can’t give it to you, nothing I have is relevant anymore, I got out of that life as soon as I could,” You spat at her.
“I’m not here for any of that (Y/N),”
“What are you here for then? To kill me?” You asked. She wouldn’t be the first to show up in New Haven with that intention in mind. You eyed your dance bag that had a loaded handgun in it. However, it was across the room. You were too far away and only had your hands to defend yourself.
“No, if anything I want to keep you alive,” Natasha smiled with a cruel flare of her upper lip, “If I wanted you dead I’d at least have the decency murder you outside of your dance studio so your students wouldn’t find your body later, I know how much that kind of stuff traumatized you in the Red Room,”
“Then what do you want with me, Black Widow?” You said, still skeptical of if she was telling the truth or not.
“My team and I, we’re looking for someone of your expertise,” She said, walking around the room taking in every detail she could.
“I assume you want me to choreograph your kids’s dance recital,” You said sarcastically as you rolled your eyes at her.
“No, I don’t have any kids” She said a little sadder, the only emotion she had shown the entirety of your conversation, “The Red Room had a graduation ceremony for me before I was able to get away,”
“Then what do you want with me Natasha?” You really didn’t have any sympathy for her. Both of you were well aware that the Red Room held certain ideas of torment as a form of tradition.
“We both know that old habits die hard,” She said, pulling out your gun out of your dance bag like she knew it was always there.
“That they do,” You nodded, acknowledging the gun was yours.
“My team and I need someone like you,” She revealed, handing you a file she pulled out of her coat, “Well actually, we need you,”
You looked down at it, reading the Confidential Information stamp on it.
“What if I say no to your little job?” You said trying to see if you could get her to bend on her little proposition, “You know I have never played well with others,”
“Luckily for you (Y/N), none of my co-workers play nice either so you’ll fit right in,“
“Natasha, I was trained to do pirouettes and to carry out missions, not to babysit children,”
“I know, but I was thinking your past might motivate you a little bit more to help me,” She gazed over at the window that peered into your studio.
You saw another figure in the window and you knew exactly who she was.
You felt a giant hole in your chest that was then filled with fear, “How the fuck is that woman still alive?” You gasped as you started to feel yourself panic. Suddenly, you looked at Natasha and didn’t know if she wanted to recruit you or drag you back into your past.
“Madame B is unbreakable, so am I, so are you,” Natasha smiled, walking you into a corner.
You heard another pair of heels click into the room. You saw the figure of the woman who had broken you down into the person you were now. You started to back away from the both of them, stumbling over yourself until you were against the wall. Your breathing became uncontrollable. There was no way out.
“Hey! Wake up!” His voice called you out of your dream.
You gasped awake. Immediately clenching his wrists that were on your shoulders. He had been trying desperately to shake you awake.
“Peter is that you?” You cried out desperately, looking into his eyes for an answer.
He paused and his look changed, asking if your question could be serious or not.
“Answer me!” You yelled. You words came out more aggressive than you had thought they would, but you didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t.
“Yeah, of course it’s me,” He nodded, his face had a look of pure panic on it, “What happened? Are you okay?”
You paused, not really sure how to answer his question. Not really sure you knew what was going on. You slowly released your grip on his wrists, realizing how tight you were holding on to him. Peter gently helped you in trying to sit up.
“Hey (Y/N), are you okay? Can you talk to me?” He asked again, pushing some of your tangled hair out of your face.
You could hear him clearly, but his voice just sounded like background noise. You could tell he was staring at you. His face was full of concern for you.
But your eyes couldn’t meet his. Instead you found yourself looking out the window, onto the placated lake that reflected the night sky. The view helped to relax you a little as you pieced together the fact that you were at the Avenger’s compound in your bedroom. Miles away from your old dance studio.
“FRIDAY, I need Dr. Banner now, tell him it’s for (Y/N),” Peter called out to the AI after a moment without any response from you.
“FRIDAY, cancel that order,” You said passively, still trying to catch your breath, “Don’t worry Peter, I’-I’m fine, I can get through this,”
“FRIDAY, tell Dr. Banner I need him now-”
“Peter I’m fine! Nothing happened so don’t worry about me!” You snapped at him before pulling the blankets off of your body.
You thought that nothing had happened, but then your eyes caught on to your bed as you removed the last sheet. There was practically an imprint of your body in sweat where you had just been laying. You didn’t realize how your entire body was covered in a think layer of sweat until now.
“(Y/N),” Peter started, seeing you in your new state of shock, “Please tell me what is going on,”
“I didn’t hurt anyone did I?” You could feel yourself start to panic again. You could feel your heart beat louder with every breath you tried to take.
“No, everyone is fine, you didn’t even leave your room” Peter said, seeing how disarrayed you looked.
“What happened to me Peter?” You asked, looking down at your imprint of sweat, having never experienced any side effects from your dreams like that before. You looked at him, your confusion matching his own about what was going on.
“I-I don’t know, I was working late in the lab and then FRIDAY told me something was wrong with you so I rushed up here and you were thrashing around in bed,” Peter informed you,
“It’s getting worse,” You said under your breath. You couldn’t keep your dreams at bay anymore. You knew that this was only the start of it. That eventually your dreams would become you.
“What’s getting worse? Please (Y/N), dear, tell me what’s going on,” He pleaded with you, having heard your whisper.
You shook your head, “That’s the problem Peter, I don’t know what’s going on with me, all I know is that I saw her Peter,”
“You saw who?” He asked.
“I saw Nat,” You said, a little disbelief in your voice still trying to take everything in, “I’ve seen her every night for the last couple of months, I thought it was because I missed her and that she would just go away after a while, but -she’s not,” You rambled on trying to put your thoughts together.
“(Y/N), it’s normal to miss people we lost-”
“Peter, Nat died five years ago,” You cut him off, more harshly than you expected to, “I mourned her death, I grieved for her, and then I healed, but then all the sudden out of nowhere I just started seeing her in these nightmares, there’s no explanation for it,”
“Well, can you explain these dreams to me?”
You hesitated for a moment, scared for a moment just thinking about your past, “The dreams, they’re more of a memory but I know they aren’t real,”
“What do you mean?”
“In my dream, Nat comes to recruit me like she did all those years ago,” You explained your memory to Peter. You put in detail about how you knew her in the Red Room, how you had escaped and recreated a different life for yourself, and how you had earned the title of the Red Room’s prima ballerina long before that.
“Nat came to recruit you for SHIELD?”
“Yes, well no, not in my dream,” You shook your head, “Nat in my dream is there to bring me back to the Red Room and she’s not alone in my dream,”
“Who else is there with her?”
“Nat is there with-with,” You couldn’t finish your sentence, your breathing became heavier, “She came with-with,”
“Who else is there (Y/N)?”
You were still too scared to even say her name, “Her,” You voice uttered out in a slow, quiet breath. Your chest tightened up just saying that one word.
Peter noticed how terrified to the bones you were to even say her name. He slowly made his way to scoot himself behind you, wrapping his arms around you tight.
You found yourself holding on to his embrace, grasping tightly onto his forearms for comfort, “Peter?” You asked, still having your thoughts linger to your past.
“Mhmm,” He answered.
“Promise me that I’ll never be that person again,”
For a moment you could tell he had a strange look on his face, a little confused by your words.
“You have to promise me that if I ever become that person again, the person I was in the Red Room, that you’ll stop me, you’ll do whatever you have to do to make sure I don’t hurt anyone,” You repeat yourself, this time almost begging him.
“Wh-what do you mean?” He asked.
“You know what I mean Peter,” You turned your head to look at him. Giving him a look that he didn’t want to see. He knew what you were asking for.
“I-I can’t, you can’t ask me to do something like that,”
“Please Peter, I need to know that you can do this for me, you’re the only person I can trust to do this,”
“No, not even if it comes to that, -I-I’ll find a way,”
“Peter, we might not be talking about just some nightmares here, I need you to tell me you can do this, for me, please” You pleaded with him.
“No!” He said, raising his voice for the first time.
“Peter please, you don’t know the person I was before and I don’t ever want to let that side out again, but if that’s where I’m heading, I need you to do this for me,”
“I can’t, I’m sorry,” He said before placing a delicate kiss on the top of your head, “I promise, I’ll find a way,”
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ft. a bunch of things i wrote years ago which are mostly cringey but posting this nevertheless💀 i hope u enjoy reading my terrible work pls dont judge me too hard
I do : based on Westlife’s I Do (fluff)
Christmas Party : you and Tom attend a Christmas Party hoping for more than a few presents.. (NSFW ish but not full on smut)
Fire & Ice: mini series abt you having fire and ice powers + meeting Peter & The Avengers for the first time (mild language)
A/N: I loved writing this request!! I listened to the song on repeat while writing it i suggest you listen to it too! I hope you like it, feedback is always appreciated!
Song: Daddy’s Girl by Eyelar
Lyrics are in italic and bold
Warnings: mean tony, bad parenting, drinking, language, death
Thank you to this anon ⬇ for the request, all the love
Wow, you got so good at wrecking things
Tony was in full suit, slumped against the wall, surrounded by shards of glass and pieces from the roof. You quietly made your way up to him, careful to avoid anything that could cut your feet. You didn’t know whether he noticed your presence or not, no sign of him being alive before you spoke up.
“-Are you okay?” Tony’s birthday party had turned into a fiasco. Happy was escorting the guests out while Pepper and her assistant had left, not wanting to deal with Tony (especially in the state he was in right now). And, after their fight, Rhodes had flown away in one of Tony’s suits. And here you were, in the middle of this chaos, at 3 am on a school night, caring for your father when no one else would.
“-What are you doing here?” He pushed himself on his feet, groaning. The mask opened and you saw his face, a black eye was making its way. Otherwise, he looked about the same as he always did: shitfaced.
The Bodyguard (Part 9)
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