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You were by his side from the very first day. He never knew fighting without you. You were always together, playing off one another’s strengths and weaknesses, becoming the perfect duo. Peter always joked he was your sidekick, your little helper, but you never saw it that way. You were partners, equals, saving the day as one instead of two. Now he was alone, though. A mission gone wrong. They’d done everything they could, but it was too late. It was always too late. He’d never seen so many people at a single funeral, so many superheroes. When a young life was lost, it was a grim reminder of their own mortality. He found himself so unsure, second guessing his every move, every thought and idea. You were always the one pushing him to do what felt right, but fighting without you was like going against everything inside himself. He was constantly looking out, expecting you to be there with a joke, a laugh, something to make the situation less scary. What he wouldn’t do to stand by you now, celebrate, talking of all your big hero plans for the future, a future he’d have to face alone. As one, not two. He’d do it for you, for your big dreams.

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Tony: No, why don’t we talk about this-

Peter: Dude, my aunt just had laser eye surgery this afternoon and she’s coming to pick me up so I gotta get outside.

Tony: This won’t take long. I am prepared to offer you- Wait, your aunt had laser eye surgery today and she’s driving a car?

Peter: I didn’t say she makes good decisions.

Tony: And you’re getting in the car with her?

Peter: I didn’t say I make good decisions.

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Thanks for the request!  Sorry it took so long to get out, but I hope you enjoy it!

Word count - 1,434

You were an absolute bundle of nerves.  It didn’t matter that you had known Peter your entire life.  It didn’t matter that the two of you spent more time together than apart growing up.  Tonight was going to be your first official date.  You had been surprised when he had actually asked you out.  There was a new pizza place opening down the block from your apartment complex that you two had been talking about trying for weeks.  He had asked if you’d want to go opening weekend.  You had said of course.  And then, three class periods later, he had run up to you in the hallway to make sure that you realized he had been asking you out on a date and not just as friends.

He was red faced and embarrassed and rushing through his explanation, and you absolutely loved it.  But now the day was here, and you were realizing that there was absolutely nothing in your closet that he hadn’t already seen, and you were panicking.  “He’s not going to care about your outfit.”  MJ was sprawled across your bed, watching in a mixture of amusement and annoyance as you once again began to dig through your clothes.  “Just wear what you have on.”

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: you trick Tom into thinking you did something crazy for a lollypop

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Originally posted by tomhollandqt

You gave the camera a thumbs up as Tom got back in the car.

“Hey baby.” Tom threw the grocery bag in the back and leaned in to kiss you.

“Hi.” You smiled at him. “You’re not gonna believe what happened while you were inside.”

“What happened?” Tom wondered.

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Next On The List!

Upcoming, but not in this order, we have;

1. Part 2 to the Tony Stark Drabble (Tony Stark x Reader)

2. Rathaways (Cisco Ramon x Rathaway! Reader)

3. Shush (Peter Parker x Banner! Reader x Ned Leeds)

4. Take a Deep Breath, and Blow (Dave Rossi x Daughter! Reader)

5. Once Daring (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

6. All for One (John Watson x Holmes! Reader)

7. A fic (unnamed) with Thor and Bucky Barnes’ sister

8. Leap of Faith (Natasha Romanoff x Reader x Avengers)

COMMENT if you would like to be tagged in one or more. I will get back to you all soon :)

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I’m your boyfriend, Peter


Relationship: Peter Parker × TransMale! Reader

Location: Main place is Peter’s room

Warnings: None I guess


[A/N]

I just love writing trans one shots. Probably the reason is that I’m trans myself. I hope you will enjoy this oneshot! ^^


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(Y/N) was with Peter for almost 5 month. They really loved each other. They were telling each other everything. Peter already told (Y/N) that he is Spider-man,then teenager came out to his ‘boyfriend’ as bisexual. Of course (Y/N), accepted him at 100%. He even bought him a pride flag for his birthday.


(Y/N) after being a 2 months with Peter, he started discovering that there is something with him. He didn’t felt good in his own skin. He didn’t knew what was happening, which scared him.


(Y/N) after finding out what was going, after finding out that he is a trans guy, he decided to change his look a little bit.

He went with Peter to get a haircut. Peter was surprised by the way you were looking, but he liked your hair.


(Y/N) slowly started changing his outfits, slowly because, he didn’t wanted everyone to look at him too much.


Peter never asked why did (Y/N) done that. He was just thinking that he just wanted to look better and that’s all.


Of course, young trans man was thinking a lot how to tell spider-boy about who he was. He was sure that he won’t hate him, because they both are part of lgbtq+ community. But he still was afraid what Parker will say.


Boys were sitting in Peter’s room, doing homework. (Y/N) couldn’t focus, he was thinking about telling his boyfriend the truth.


“Hey, (DeadName).” (Y/N) looked up at Peter. “Is everything alright, darling?”


“I-um yes. I’m fine, Pete.” He said, pretty nervous. Peter noticed that (Y/N) was stressed and something was happening. He put his notebook away and sat next to his 'boyfriend’.


“I can see something is not okay. Will you tell me?” Parker asked, sitting in front of (Y/N), who’s face was red. He wanted to lie, change subject or do anything other than telling, at that moment, but he knew, that spider-boy will find out. (Y/N) looked shyly at Peter who did 'Puppy’s eyes’.


“D-don’t look at me like that.”


“Tell me then.”


Trans man signed.


“I will tell you. But please, don’t be mad at me, alright.”


“I promise I won’t get mad.”


(Y/N) sighed once again, trying to calm down.


“So I… ugh… Sometime ago I got something very important.” He whispered. Peter looked surprised and scared a little. “It’s ok Peter. I’m not talking about breaking up with you.” After hearing that, Peter calmed down.

(Y/N) went silent for a moment and then he finally spoked. “I’m your boyfriend, Peter.”


Peter looked surprised. Trans man looked away being afraid what Parker will say. Spider-boy cupped (Y/N)’s cheeks, making him looking into beautiful chocolate eyes.


“You mean you’re trans, is this what are you trying to say?” Peter said calmly. (Y/N) nodded. “Darling, I still love you.” (Y/N) smiled when he heard that and hugged his boyfriend. “I’m glad that you told me about it.”


Peter stopped hugging his boyfriend and looked at him once again with a sweet smile.


“How I should call from now?”


“(Y/N).”


“Oh, that’s a nice name. It suits you.”


“Thanks, Pete.”


“I will always there for you.” Peter pured as he played with (Y/N)’s hair. “Maybe we should work on homework later, don’t you think?”


“Yeah. It was stressing, can we cuddle.”


“Of course.”

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Summary: She loses her memory and he helps her through it. 

Requests: @photoshopart15 Hi, can you write a tom holland imagine tom and reader being married and reader gets hit in the head hard and wakes up in the hospital with amnesia and lost 5 years of her memory, she has dated tom for 3 years and married for almost a year, so she only remembers up till a year before she met tom, so tom had to get a hold of her friends and cousins to help out

Word Count: 3.1k 

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A/N: I hope you enjoy this and that it is what you were hoping for. Requests are closed temporarily but here are my upcoming works. 

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Tom’s knee was jutting up and down continuously as he waited alongside your family, your mother placed a gentle hand on his knee, silently reassuring him whilst also asking him to stop. He smiled at her before sitting up straight and running his hands through his hair. Abruptly he stood up, informing your family that he was going to get a coffee and heading off without waiting for a response from those who surrounded him. 

Tom had never felt so fearful in his life; his wife was lying in a hospital bed after a horrific accident that had knocked her unconscious immediately, she had yet to wake up. Tom stared down at his phone, hundreds of messages were flooding in, checking on him and asking for updates, he had yet to reply to anyone other than his parents. Tom stood outside, the cold brisk breeze the only thing to remind him that he was a functioning person and not the devoid spirit that he felt and looked like. 

Tom smiled at the picture that was set as his home screen; the picture was the two of you on your honeymoon, a picture that you had insisted that was taken. You had to take it on self-timer, the two of you silhouetted against the beautiful sunset as you kissed your new husband. It was a night he doubted he would ever be able to forget, he smiled at the memory of your smiling face and beautiful eyes, he longed to look into them now, just to see you and feel you. Tom didn’t realise that he had been staring at the photo for over five minutes until a text appeared on his phone from your brother. You were awake. 

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best friends or more 🕸series masterlist🕸

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Essence ➳ The feeling is mutual. Peter and (y/n) love each other, but both are oblivious to their own feelings. What happens when Peter gets a sudden infatuation with the most beautiful girl at Midtown High, Liz Allen?

Warnings ➳ angst, fluff, oblivious people.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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“Dad, it’s not a big deal!”

“Hey, hey. I’ll decide if it’s no big deal.” He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation with you. He thought you were smarter, more responsible. He guessed not, apparently, because when he came home early as a surprise he found you and a boy kissing in your room. Maybe it would have been okay if it were a random boy from school, but it wasn’t, and it made his job a hell of a lot harder, more complicated. Not only did he have to keep an eye on you at home, but now he had to watch your “boyfriend” too. Happy knew one day you’d start dating and find yourself in the world of relationships, he just hoped it wouldn’t happen until you were forty. “And I’ve decided this is a very big deal.”

“This is why I didn’t tell you, I knew you’d overreact.” You rolled your eyes despite not him being able to see. You hadn’t even heard him come in. Used to his loud greeting or the thump of his work on the table he had to bring home, you weren’t prepared when your door swung open. As soon as it did all of you were equally as horrified. Peter grabbed his backpack, saying hello to your father, promising to call you later before taking off, knowing better than to stay any longer. Your father simply walked to his room to cool off. You knew you’d have to address it eventually, explain yourself, as well a have a real introduction between the two despite them already knowing one another as well as working together. He wouldn’t be able to threaten Peter on company grounds.

“No, no I’m not having this conversation until I get home from work. You will wait until then to make up any excuse as to why that boy was in your room.”

“That boy has a name!”

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Happier | T.H

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Y/N & Tom have broken up but was it the right move?

Warning: Angst & Language

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Originally posted by jizemderler

Heartbreak.

Never in a million years would Y/N have thought she’d experience this traumatic feeling, and yet she did. It all happened so fast, but she’ll never forget his face in that moment. Brown eyes, welling up with tears. His breath erractic, dry mouth swallowing for empty useless air, pink lips quivering finding a way to move and speak. “Please…don’t do this.” He whispered. “You dont mean it…we’re going to get through this…Please dont leave.” He begged.

“I can’t. All of this is too much, Tom. The rumors, the comments, her being here…I just can’t”. Y/N responded, disgusted with everything she brought up. How could she continue to live a life and pretend everything was okay by brushing it all off? How could she say she was happy with her boyfriend when endless of rumors of Tom and his new girl “friend” were being shoved in her face from every social media outlet? How could it ever be okay, when said friend was always around, getting closer to Tom?

But he would never understand. “I told you for the hundreth time, there’s nothing going on with Natalie and I! This is your problem! You’re always jealous for no reason, and we end up getting into this ridiculous conversation.”

Y/N shakes her head and scoffs at his comment. If she couldnt get through to him the past 50 fights they’ve had in the last 5 months, then she certainly wouldn’t get him through this one. It was time to pull the plug. “I cant…” she repeats again as she grabs her stuff and heads for the door.

He pulls her arm back gently, holding onto her. His hands shaking, fearing this would be the lst time. “You always say that, but you still havent given me a valid reason of why this isn’t working anymore.” He shot back.

Y/N looked at Tom, seconds away from breaking down, but she wouldnt let it happen. “Can you truly tell me, that this whole time you and Natalie have been together as friends that you didnt feel something for her? That for a moment, you thought about your future with her…and not me? Can you tell me that? Look me in the eyes and mean it.”

Tom was at a loss for words. Y/N had never questioned him like this before and has never looked so drained in her life. Perhaps one moment he did feel something for Natalie, but…

“That’s what I thought.” Y/N breathed out, tears now streaming down her cheeks. She nodded, getting confirmation on their future. This was truly the end of everything. “I really do wish you both the best. I just want you to be happy!” She whispers.

Tom yells at her, as if the words he said weren’t coming through. He felt like he was sent to a black hole where no one could hear or see him. “I WAS HAPPY!” He screamed, kneeling on the floor and breaking down. “I WAS HAPPY WITH YOU!”

“But you’ll be happier with her. She fits so well here.” Y/N looked around the house she once called hers, where laughter, kisses, and now broken promises were once created. “I promise you’ll be happier.” She says one last time. Y/N quickly kisses the top of his head as she turns back around for the final time to leave. “Maybe one of these days we’ll see each other again.”

With that Y/N was gone. Every trace of her was erased from the house, and all Tom had left was the lingering kiss she had left on his head. Everything felt meaningless.

Meanwhile, Y/N had tried her best to keep her composure intact until she made it back home to the states. Her best friend was waiting for her, and the moment she arrived and opened the door. Y/N broke into a million pieces. Her cries, booming through the walls, falling helplessly in her friend’s arms. “Hey..Hey..It’s going to be okay.” Kate cooed, as she soothed Y/N’s back.

“I…loved..him..so..much.” Y/N cried out while trying to gasp for her air. “I just…couldnt do it.”

Slowly, Y/N’s sobs became quieter, her breathe now moving ever so slowly. Her eyes closing and her body falling into a long needed sleep. Drifitng herself away from the world.

Kate let her best friend sleep in her arms for sometime, when she notice Y/N’s phone vibrating.

It was from Tom.

Tom:

Please talk to me. Dont give up on us.

Kate rolled her eyes, assuming it was every guy’s excuse when they realized they fucked up. Seeing the state Y/N was in…Tom had no right to text her back his sorry excuses. Just as she was about to delete the message another came up from an unknown number.

Unknown:

You seem to be brighter than I had pinned you for. You’ll see. He’ll be happier with me. I told you before you never belonged in his world. It’s for the best.

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‘Friendly’ Flirtation {Peter Parker x Reader}

Request: HI!!!!! Can I request a peter Parker with 10, 17 and 37Please!!! Have a good day!!!☺️☺️

Warnings: none, just lots of fluff

Author’s Note: I hope you like it, my love! Thank you so much for the request; I hope you like it. I have a lot more requests lined up. It may take a moment, but I promise I’ll have them out soon! I have a birthday party I have to attend today, but I’ll try to work more tonight. Love you all so so much. Xox Angel Baugh

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Originally posted by parkerpunology

     Being best friends with Peter Parker was fun. His constant blushing and stuttering were things you found really cute about him. It was only a few weeks into the friendship when you had learned about how he reacts to flirting. Ned and MJ had found your teasing hilarious.

     You tried to tell Peter about your crush on him through pick-up lines and suggestive comments, but the boy was insanely oblivious. Not to mention that his brain would short-circuit when you did something as small as just smiling at him.

     “Hey, handsome. How’d you sleep?” you greeted him as you walked into homeroom. “Have any dreams about me?” A light blush painted his cheeks as he  looked up at you.

     “I-I um. I,” he stuttered.

     “Don’t kill the poor kid just yet, Y/N. School hasn’t even started,” MJ laughed, walking up to the two of you. “How do you manage to fluster Peter so early?”

     “That, my friend, is classified information,” you responded with a smirk. 

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     Lunch had started, and you were sitting at your usual spot with Ned, MJ, and Peter. Jokes were passed around as you at your lunches.

     “Do you guys want to come over later to study for the chemistry test? I’m not feeling too good about this one,” Ned spoke, his face contorting into a grimace as the thought of the dreadful test filled his mind.

      You sighed, “I’ll be there. I couldn’t process any of the notes in class today.”

     “I’ll hitch a ride with Y/N.” MJ bumped her shoulder into yours, smiling.

     “May should be okay with it.”

     You turned to Peter, a mischievous grin adorning your face, “Let’s make a trade.”

     “What?” he looked at you confused. His eyebrows were furrowed, and it took everything in you to not grab his face and litter kisses all over. That surely would fluster him, but you would leave that situation embarrassed as well.

     “I’ll take your last name and you’ll take my heart.” You leaned your head on your hand as you watched the consequences of your actions unfold before you. First, his face turned a beet red. Then, the stuttering of different vowels began. But you were all shocked when he actually spoke up.

     “What if I already have your heart?” The table when silent. Your hand fell to the table along with your jaw. 

     Peter Parker did not just flirt back with you.

     “Ned, pinch me. I think I’m hallucinating,” MJ spoke dumbfounded.

     “That just means you have yet to give up your end of the deal,” you recovered quickly. “Where’s my ring?”

     He went silent as he started to dig through his bag. A few seconds pass before he pulls out something wrapped in pink plastic. A ring pop.

     “Date me, coward,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

     Peter’s face turned a deep red, “Oh, uh, okay.”

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Hello everyone! So with everything happening in the world and the BLM movement for the end to police brutality and justice for everyone effected, I will be writing requests upon donations for the any BLM related cause.all you need to do is send me a receipt of your donation and your request💗

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Here is the guideline I will write for Tom, Harrison, peter Parker, bucky barnes, Joshua basstett, Ricky Bowen.

I will not write about mental illness, incest, non-con, extreme smut, abortions. No extreme personal requests either please.

You can use one of these two prompt lists here and here or you may send in whatever you like on your own. Warning 4k fics May take a little longer to write!

To find more information or where you can join as a writer click here!

Thank you everyone who chooses to donate! This cause is very important to me as someone who is African American. If you cannot donate that doesn’t mean stop signing petitions, posting and protesting. Please make your voice heard! Please educate yourself! If you have any questions my inbox is open along with my messages! Lots of love💓

Tagging a few people to hopefully spread the word: @thollandss @joshuaparkers @fallinfortom @sleepyhollands @tomhollandd @parkeret @parkeraul @cumholland @parkershoodie @naturallytom @spiderrrling

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Hurt | p.p.

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Warnings: Homophobia, toxic parents/household, maybe a few grammatical errors or spelling mistakes, yall it’s 6 am and I still haven’t slept-

Word Count: 2413

“You make me sick!”  

You slammed the door behind you and you did not look back. It was all so suffocating, your family was so suffocating, living inside of a toxic household with such destructive, closed-minded people was so devastatingly harmful to your health and you couldn’t get away from it. Or, you never had the guts to storm out before. Things had gotten bad in the past, but this time was different from the others. This was no ordinary disagreement or argument. This was a direct attack initiated and orchestrated by the head of the household herself. There was something about the way that she spoke to you. The way that she spewed hate without an ounce of regard for your feelings or the fact that she was talking to another human being, her daughter, if that even counted for anything. The way that everyone else declared the side that they were on by not saying anything at all. You just knew that if you stayed there a second longer, you’d implode or combust. You wanted to vent. To say the words that you had been forced to swallow before you choked on them. There wasn’t a single person in your house that you wanted to speak to, so you rounded a familiar corner and started towards the place that felt more like home than your actual house these days. 

It was dark by the time you reached Peter’s doorstep and he got ready to scold you good when he opened up the door and saw you standing there. “Wh- Y/n!? Did you walk here, do you have any idea how dangerous that is?” And then he saw your face. Your stature. Your shoulders were slumped, your cheeks were tear stained and the way that your eyes were filling up made it clear that you weren’t anywhere close to being done crying for the night. “Oh no, babe, what happened?” 

He sounded like he was about to start crying right along with you, and honestly, it was a big possibility. He told you a couple of times before that he had trouble explaining the way that he cared about you. Even before you got together, he cared about you so much as a friend. Before that, he practically idolized you as his crush but that was all at face value. As he got to know you better, he was just as mesmerized by your mind and your heart as he was by your beauty, or so he told you. Anyway, your pain really hit home for him. He hated to see you cry, so you showing up like this really affected him. It made his heart pick up a handful of beats more a minute and made his blood run cold. And when you threw your arms around him and began to sob into his shoulder, he was so overwhelmed that he started to cry, too. 

He’d seen you upset before, sure, any regular human being dealt with complicated emotions, everybody had their share of bad days, but this was different. Peter couldn’t remember ever seeing you like this before. Not only did the sight break his heart, he was also at a loss. He was so worried that he wouldn’t know how to fix whatever was wrong. What if he couldn’t get the tears to stop? Or what if he couldn’t make the pain go away? Peter wrapped his arms around your torso and held you close to him. 

He was new at this, so he tried his very best to choose his words carefully. “You’re okay,” he murmured quietly in your ear. You obviously weren’t okay, but you knew what he meant. You weren’t alright, but you were okay there in his arms. You were safe. “I got you, okay?” He rubbed his open hand up and down your back and it made breathing come just a little easier. “Not gonna let anything happen to you.” The promise was sincere but he made it more with himself and merely let you in on it. Knowing loss the way that he did made his determination to protect what he presently had strong. As long as he was around, he’d guard your happiness just as well as your life. 

Peter walked your hug back a couple of steps so that he could shut the door behind you. For a short while, the two of you stayed just like that. This was probably the closest to that you’d get all night to a cleared head and that was stressing you out. 

“Peter, who was at the-” you pulled yourself off of Peter to look at Aunt May and brought your hands together, rubbing them slowly against one another. “oh. Oh, sweetheart, what happened?”

You hadn’t even told Peter what happened yet, nor did you have a single clue how you were gonna go about it and you told Peter everything. May was a great confidant, but the thought of opening up to her about what happened tonight intimidated you. On the same coin, it was the least that you could do after barging into her home this way. You took in a breath and readied yourself to answer her, but luckily Peter swooped in before you had to say anything. 

“Aunt May, could I have a second with Y/n? Please?” It was almost like he read your mind. 

May nodded, eyeing you with a sad smile. “Of course,” she walked to you anyways, engulfing you in a warm hug. “I’ll be right down the hall if there’s anything that I can do.”

With a smile, you breathed a quiet “thank you” and watched her retreat to her room. As soon as he heard her door close, Peter led you to the couch, making sure to keep hold of one of your hands even after you sat down. Your mind was all over the place and your heart was starting to pick up again. Getting all of this out wasn’t gonna be easy. Peter had no clue what was going on, but that much was clear to him. 

“Hey,” his free hand touched your cheek. “we don’t have to talk about this right now, alright? If you’re not ready, we can find something to do, I’ll make you something to eat, or we can-”

You shook your head, making him stop short. It wasn’t gonna be easy, but you figured the sooner that you got all of this off of your chest, the better. “Remember how… I told you that I kissed Victoria Woodland at Donnie’s back to school party this year?” He nodded without comment, deciding it might be best to listen with as little interruption as possible. It was a confusing start, but he was confident that you’d connect the dots for him. “’N how I was dating Shelly Sinclair last year?” Peter nodded again and you took another breath. He didn’t miss how shaky this one was in comparison to the first one. “Well, my…” you pulled your hand from his and bound your fingers together tight, a nervous tick you had been doing for as long as you could remember. “my parents never knew about it, they..”

You desperately didn’t want to say these words. You didn’t want to tell this story. The deep shame that you felt took the physical form of a set of hands.  With each progressing word, it was like they squeezed tighter and tighter on your throat. 

My mother expressed more than a couple of times that..” you swallowed thickly, cringing at the compilation of memories of your loving mother saying exactly what you were about to say word for word. “that no daughter of hers would grow to be so sick and weird.” Peter’s eyes closed and he turned his face for a second. He knew exactly where this was going and he hated it. Dread weighed on his heart in a way that he just couldn’t explain. 

You went on to explain how you dated Shelly for six months behind your parents’ back last school year. When things crashed and burned with her, it felt like your entire world was ending, so that’s the way most high school relationships go anyway, and you passed a couple of months of sorrow and heartache off as fatigue and sickness. Your adoring parents fed you cups of medicine and urged you to keep in mind the importance of rest, but naturally, it did nothing for you. They couldn’t reach your hurt. They couldn’t heal you. Even if they knew why you were in pain, they wouldn’t want to help anyways. You told Peter how Mrs. Sinclair and your mother knew each other and were even good friends since before you even knew Shelly. Yet, miraculously, the conversation never came up between Shelly and her mom. Shelly knew that you had to keep things under wraps, after all, so maybe she kept it from her mom too. God, how you wish that were true.

“It came up in casual conversation during a phone call.” Your voice was breaking and so was your resolve. “She couldn’t wait to lay into me as soon as she hung up.” You swallowed hard again, doing the best that you could to mentally prepare yourself for what you were about to say. “She asked me why I wanted to be like that. She called me weird. Said she didn’t raise me like that, she…” You cut yourself off there, tears already beginning to roll, and looked away from him. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt more tears fall. Go on, you scolded yourself. Say it. “S-she said.. she said-”

Peter wanted to let you finish. He truly did, but what he wanted didn’t hold a candle to his overpowering need to comfort you. He couldn’t let you finish that sentence. He wouldn’t. Not when he could see how much it was tearing you apart. If he let you say it, whatever was remaining of your badly bruised spirit would break and dissipate into oblivion, and he couldn’t have that. 

Peter pulled you into a tight hug, the both of your bodies alike leaning forward rather awkwardly, but you didn’t mind it at all, because being held by someone who just accepts you was an indescribable feeling that you wouldn’t trade for the world. Without letting go for a second, he slowly scooted towards you in hopes of getting rid of some of the discomfort and pressed his cheek into the top of your head, doing his best to cry as quietly as he could. Your body shook with cries in his arms and his heart broke all over again. You didn’t deserve this.

At first, Peter really didn’t know what to say, which was fine because he had some time to think about it. The two of you sat there for more than a little while until your breathing finally evened out. 

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am,” he said, nearly cringing at the broken silence. “you don’t deserve this.” He couldn’t relate to you on this level, but he had absolutely no problem meeting you where you were at and talking you through your own mind. He just knew that it was in heartbreaking shambles at the moment. 

Peter pulled off of you and caught your face in his hands. He needed to look you straight in the eyes and know that he had all of your attention when he said this. “Do you understand me? You don’t deserve any of this.” Occasionally, you could tend to be just a little impressionable, especially when the given situation involved your parents. He needed to make sure that you understood that you, nor anybody else in the entire world, for that matter, did not deserve to be defamed, spoken down to, or bullied for being themselves. “The things that she said… they’re pure evil, but you know none of it’s right. None of it’s true.”

He made quick work of swiping your tears away with his thumbs and shook you gently when you closed your eyes, whispering a soft, “please look at me.” He paused until he saw your eyes again. “You don’t have anything to be ashamed of. I don’t want you to ever apologize to anybody for being who you are, there isn’t a single thing wrong with you,” he shook his head and you frowned at the tears that spilled down his cheeks. “there’s not a single thing that I would change, okay?”

You nodded at his words, wishing a little less that you could shy away from him. This was the most intimate moment that the two of you had shared so far in your relationship. You felt vulnerable and exposed, but you couldn’t disregard the positive outcome. How nice it was to be yourself, loved, and accepted all at the same time.

“I’m sorry that she hurt you, I’m… I’m so sorry, and I’m sorry that I’m not saying the right thing, because honestly, I have no idea what I’m supposed to say right now, but I’ll spend the rest of the night thinking. I’ll say the right thing, I’ll do whatever you need me to do, I-I’ll be right here beside you until things get better, I promise.” How would things get better and where would anybody even start? He had no clue, neither of you did, but he knew that his words were true and that he’d be true to his word. “They’ll get better, they’re just bad right now, I…”  Peter sighed, defeated because he had no idea how much his words meant to you. “I’ll be right there, always. Until things get better and every time after.”

You watched his face fall when he had to wipe away more of your tears, but eyed the small smile on your face hopefully. 

“You’re incredible,” he murmured softly. “her words can’t change how amazing you are. And her words could never change the way that I love you. I know it seems impossible right now, but… please try not to let it change the way that you love yourself either.”

Things were bad right now. So inexplicably bad, but they could be worse. You could be going through all of this alone, but looking straight ahead and seeing this lovable, beautiful soul right in front of you, you realized that you were about as far from alone as you could possibly get. 

A/N: Thank you sm for reading 💓 shout out to my lovely relatives for inspiring me to write this 🙃 Stay safe, be strong, spread love, be kind to one another ✨

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The Stark Girl

pairing: Peter Parker x Daughter of Tony! You

summary: In which Peter Confessed about his feelings for you right in front of your Father, Tony Stark.

warnings: None Babe, This is safe and just.

author’s note: Holy shit what am i doing with my Life?

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Tony can’t help but to snort when he came into view of your latest Instagram Post, It was a Selfie of you with a Bed Hair and a caption regarding on how fun it was last night, and even though you just woke up. Tony himself can’t help but to cry in tears of joy because of how you’ve grown up. From a Skinny Kid to who you are today, His prize possession.

“Hey kid!” He called out when he saw Peter walking in the Kitchen wearing a polo shirt, he stayed in Avenger’s Tower last night because Tony decided to throw a small gathering with the Avengers, and now the Teenager planned on going home since he knew that Aunt May sure is worried sick, She’s been texting her since yesterday.

“Yes Mr. Stark?” He asked before opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water

Tony sat up properly from his chair, He’s currently having a nice breakfast alone since some of the Avengers are still fast asleep until now “Come check this.” 

Peter grabbed a sandwich from the table before walking towards the older guy, bending over to be in the same level as him. Tony on the other hand showed him your latest post on Instagram, Instantly bragging about how beautiful you looked.

Peter Gulped at the sight of it and although no one knew about his big fat ass crush on you but him, Mj and Ned. He still can’t help but to feel unconscious as to the reason behind Tony’s Action

Why is he showing me Y/N’s picture? He can’t help but to ask himself

He also can’t help but to think how beautiful you looked in that photo, but oh god! You look even more beautiful in person. Too bad you’re still in your room by this time, he wishes to see you before he leave.

Peter never really talks to you since he’s afraid that Stark might find out about his feelings for you, Just small and casual talk is fine, but for him it’s not enough. He wants more… More of you.

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Watch and Wait

Peter Parker x reader

warnings: it lame

a/n:

prompt: y/n waits nightly to see spiderman

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Originally posted by kpfun

There was a pattern of sorts when it came to the Spider-Man, one that you didn’t really want to bother figuring out, for his sake of course.


You sat on the rooftop of your apartment complex every day around the same time to watch the masked hero swing by. It never failed to cheer you up. It almost made you feel safe?


After a couple of weeks of your daily routine, there was a slight change. You see, the Spider-Man stopped on your rooftop instead of continuing on. It was a stunning day, you almost fell over when he began to speak to you.


“It’s funny, I see you every day at the same time. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not, but I have to say, it’s nice to see a familiar face at the end of the day.” The vigilante sat on the ledge and conversed with your frozen body. “I mean—hey, are you okay?”


“Me? Yeah, of course.” You let go of your breath and realized that the real Spider-Man was trying to have a pleasant conversation with you. “I noticed that you always swing by at the same time, I like to watch sometimes.” You admitted to the arachnid-boy and blushed at his chuckles.


“Nice to know there’s someone looking out for me.” He patted the brick ledge next to him, inviting you to sit beside him. “What’s your name?”


“It’s, uh, y/n.” You stuttered and took a seat with him.


“I like that, my name’s Spider-Man.”

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Your daily routine went from watching for Spider-Man to waiting for him. You ended up forming a bond with him, he visited you each and every day. You’d wait on the ledge, he’d land next to you, you’d share until the sun went down.


“I still don’t know your name.” You told the masked vigilante, peering over to see his lips curved up. The most of his face you had ever seen was the lower half, he’d pull his mask up occasionally.


“It’s Spider-Man.” He replied, knowing exactly what you were meaning to say.


“Yeah, yeah.” You chuckled and crossed you legs, your eyes fixed on the horizon. You saw movement out of the corner of your view and figured it was time for your hero-friend to get a move on, but when you turned you were able to see his full face for fhe first time.


“My name is Peter.” He fidgeted with his mask in between his fingers. “Promise you won’t tell?”

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Troubles at a Concert with Peter Parker

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Originally posted by tomegranate-seeds

hey guys! so i’ve only been to like three concerts and never been in a big crowd, but it looks fun! and i decided to write out a peter parker x reader concert imagine/headcanon. i hope you enjoy, love y’all!

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Peter Parker x Reader (established relationship) (Fluff!) Warnings: cursing

  • you were decked out in concert gear, even before the concert has started and you were basically pulling peter to the front
  • “so babe listen to me, you gotta be careful in this crowd, people will try to tear you down for some stupid ass reason, and if they do that just call for security, ok? and if…”
  • peter stopped listening to you, as he ogled the crowd you were leading him into
  • it was fucking massive, and people were already standing up and some were dancing- even though no one was on stage right now 
  • this was peter’s first concert, and you were a concert expert
  • you saw how peter stopped paying attention, so you saved yourself the trouble of talking for no reason
  • i mean, those rules must be sooo boring to hear, right? 
  • you were just trying to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid
  • “hey, babe? what were you saying?” peter asked, now embarrassed he basically ignored you
  • you smirked back at him, and looked into the crowd- it was fucking crazy and you knew it would be a blast
  • “oh nothing baby, it’s alright” you said back to him
  • maybe, just maybe, it was a little mean of you not to tell him the rest of the rules, but it was payback for the time he didn’t warn you about the actual damn spiderwebs that would get tangled in your hair from when he swung you around New York
  • the concert was starting now, and once everyone was on stage, and that first note of music played- it was pure chaos (but a good type)
  • everyone was screaming, including you and peter felt terrified (but excited)
  • he cowered down for a quick second to grab his camera he left on the floor, only to see it had been kicked to the next row
  • “oh, excuse me!” peter called out, trying to be polite
  • you didn’t notice what he was doing, as you were too pulled into the sway of the crowd, now jumping up and down and watching the stage
  • peter started shifting through the crowd, to get to the damn camera
  • it wasn’t even a nice camera, he got it from a sale a few years back
  • “excus-” he got cut off,
  • a large man had pushed in front of him, and didn’t even budge the slightest, as peter tried moving ahead of him
  • “i need to get something- i dropped it!” peter tried explaining, and he looked back at you, only to see you were dancing and shouting along the lyrics
  • the man barely even glanced down to peter, and turned back to the stage, ignoring peter
  • “hey!” peter called out, now getting pissed
  • the man, once again ignored him
  • “HEY!” peter yelled out, and at that moment you looked over to him, completely confused
  • in a quick few seconds- you practically flew over to peter, pushing people to the sides, trying to get peter to stop
  • “babe! what are you doing?!” you questioned, face all red and sweaty 
  • peter pointed down to the floor to his camera, “he won’t let me pass!” 
  • you huffed out a few large breaths, before tapping onto the man in front of the two of you
  • “mister, uh, my boyfriend left his camera down there-” you got cut off just as peter did
  • the man rolled his eyes at you, “leave me alone!” he pushed you back, turning back around 
  • you scoffed loudly, and peter looked at you confused as you suddenly screamed, “SECURITY!” 
  • the man in front of you turned back to the two of you, watching as you started to repeat your scream and he turned to run away
  • as he shuffled up his stuff, peter saw him pick up the camera, and stuff it into a bag
  • “HEY!” peter shouted again, now angry as the man tried stealing his camera
  • almost immediately, two security guards are next to you guys, and peter is off tackling down the very tall and big man while you grabble out the story
  • “pete babe!” you shouted as one securitiy guard tackles peter to the ground, 
  • and then it’s just a domino effect, in a damn mosh pit
  • everyone is piling up on each other 
  • the people on the stage stop, and it all goes silent after almost a full minute of complete fucking chaos
  • “babe? i got my camera!” peter called out
  • you laugh out loudly, as you stand back up 
  • peter found his way to you as the music started playing again
  • and once he finds you, you both just stare at each other before bursting out in laughs
  • “babe- that camera is almost as old as us!” you say in between laughs, peter nods in return
  • and the both of you ignore the rest of the concert goers as you lean in and kiss
  • peter sighed out, feeling at peace again before he pulled away with a sweet smile
  • “i love you-” he got cut off as the man shouts your way again
  • the man is actively trying to get away from the guards as he shouts, “i’m getting arrested because of a fucking camera?!”
  • you shrugged back at the man and with a nod, peter turned back to him and stuck his tongue out
  • once peter turned back around, you pulled him into another kiss, deeper this time and as you pulled yourself away, you spoke into his ear, 
  • “i love you too, camera man” 

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18+dark!peter parker x reader|  for it’s much too late to get away or turn on the light, the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight - lullaby, the cure

18+| smut; dubcon; somnophilia; voyeurism; unhealthy relationships; manipulation; masturbation (male and female); drugging; self deception; unprotected sex; overstimulation; mild bondage

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You’ve known Peter for years but you’ve never seen the black look that flitted across his already dark eyes. It’s just a second, so fleeting you’re almost sure you imagined it. There’s a quivering under your skirt that tells you no but you mastered battering down the carnal reactions Peter gave you a long time ago. You blame it on the dim lights of his apartment’s tiny foyer and how easily your brain was moving on from your very recent ex-boyfriend. Not that it had ever truly been completely focused on him in the first place but it wasn’t as if you could tell either of the men that. It wasn’t the cheating that surprised you, it was how quickly he had devolved into not caring if he got caught or not. It was the nerve to keep on fucking that woman while you packed up your things. As if somehow it might hurt you. It doesn’t really, just pisses you off, but you can’t tell Peter that. There’s a lot recently you can’t tell him, not because you don’t want him to know but because him knowing doesn’t do any real good. Unless the goal was to make your friendship insanely uncomfortable until it fizzled out of existence entirely. No, this seemed to be one of those rare occasions where lying was better.

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Requests are open!!

Send me some requests, lovelies! I write for Marvel and Criminal Minds! Just send me an ask telling me which character and your prompt. If you need help thinking of one, I put some dialogue prompts I’ve collected over a few weeks you can pick from.

If you’re new to my blog, here’s my masterlist. There you can find what I’ve written already! Though I’ve been writing in first person, I plan to switch over to second person PoV soon. (I think I’ll be able to write better that way.)

~Dialogue Prompts~

1. “You are my infinity.”

2. “I’ve been too afraid to follow through.”

3. “I really should’ve known.”

4. “I cried myself to sleep, and you weren’t there.”

5. “You are my almost soulmate.”

6. “How could I pursue a relationship that does fulfill me in the long run?”

7. “It’s harder than I thought to tell the truth.”

8. “I still love you. I wish I had realized that sooner.”

9. “Don’t take yourself so seriously.”

10. “Date me, coward.”

11. “Why won’t you take me seriously?”

12. “I could never be what you need.”

13. “You can’t call me baby until you ask me out.”

14. “I have no idea what any of that means.”

15. “I’m in love.”

16. “Thank you for going through this experience with me.”

17. “Let’s make a trade. I’ll take your last name and you’ll take my heart.”

18. “Do you want to tell him?”

19. “I’m not ready.”

20. “You’ve upset me.”

21. “I promise that I want to be honest with you.”

22. “I hate it when you get mad at me.”

23. “Yell at me! Do it! I know you want to.”

24. “Would you kiss it better?”

25. “Look away.”

26. “It feels like my heart has been bruised.”

27. “I can’t believe you.”

28. “Are you really criticizing me?”

29. “Please. Please just give me a chance.”

30. “Do we really need rules?”

31. “What are you doing?” “I’m getting prepared.”

32. “Get away from me!”

33. “Will you promise me?”

34. “I wish I was drunk right now.”

35. “No, I’m not jealous.”

36. “Oops, it look like I fell for you.” “Y/N, you’re bleeding profusely after falling down the stairs.”

37. “That, my friend, is classified information.”

38. “Look me in the eyes and say it. That way I know you actually mean it.”

39. “I think I’m falling apart.”

40. “Show me where it hurts most.”

41. “Please, I just need a break.”

42. “I’m allowed to be sad! Leave me alone!”

~~~~~

Love you guys lots and lots!

Xox Angel Baugh

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