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Crazier • Pt. 1

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

a/n: this is a series ! prob 3 parts im thinking (i think im back AH), editing took me 10000 years actually so if there's something wrong PLEASE don't tell me !!! :D

warnings: umm just me not knowing anything about star wars, girls support girls<3, mentions of breakup, honestly theres nothing wrong but i think i said 'shit' like twice if you give a shit lmfao

"There's no way you actually think 'Return Of The Jedi' is better than 'The Empire Strikes Back'. Like, come on dude, it's so obvious which is better," Ned exclaimed, obviously feeling very strongly about the little debate he had currently going on with Peter.

However, Peter couldn't have been more nonchalant. "Listen, man, I love debating with you but I know where I stand and this is where I draw the line," he shrugged.

Ned opened his mouth, no doubt to argue some more with his best friend, when his gaze shifted to you, "Hey man, maybe we should talk about something Y/N can enjoy too."

That made your head snap up from where you were just toying with the food on your tray. "Don't worry about me guys," you forced a smile, "Honestly, I love watching Ned beat you into a pulp about movies," you looked at Peter.

Peter put on his 'sad-puppy-dog-face', "Ouch babe. You're supposed to side with me here, I'm your boyfriend after all."

"Well, I would've sided with you if you hadn't bailed on me when we were supposed to watch the movies together the other night. If you'd been there then I would've been able to contribute to this conversation and agree with who I genuinely thought was right, which at this moment, I believe, is Ned."

Ned grinned at you from across the table and you two high-fived while Peter just pouted some more, "I'm sorry sweetheart, I really am but y'know I had the internship."

You rolled your eyes, "Of course, I know that. At this point the surprising thing is whenever you don't have that internship," you looked at Ned, "Dude, do you know how many dates and hangouts he's canceled on me? I feel like I should be able to sue at this point. Can you sue someone for wasting your time?"

Ned winced, "Pete, I love you man, but you need to start actually acting like her boyfriend otherwise you won't be her boyfriend for much longer."

Peter's eyes widened a bit but then his face quickly turned nonchalant, "It was just a few slip-ups, don't worry about it," he threw an arm around you and pulled you in, kissing the top of your head, "but you're right, we should talk about something we'd all enjoy."

Laughing, you said, "I told you guys, I enjoy hearing you debate because Ned is always-"

Peter threw a hand up, "Don't finish that sentence. I've had enough of you two fraternizing against me for the day."

You and Ned laughed some more, "Well honestly, you two can continue your...," you waved your hands, " 'old-couple-bickering' and I can scooch down a little and go hang out with M.J.."

Peter pulled you in closer at that, "No don't leave," he muttered in your hair.

"Yeah," Ned started, "let's talk about something else like," he trailed off, "OH, you're managing the school play next week, right? That's gotta be interesting, tell us about that."

"It's really nothing 'Manager' is really just a fun name they stuck on me. Mrs. Lightbody does most of the work."

"Oh come on," Peter said, "when you first got the part, it was all you wanted to talk about. What happened?"

you happened, you thought. It's true, you had been too excited that you'd been chosen to be in charge of everything and you couldn't wait to rant to your boyfriend about just that. That was until he basically ignored you and shook it off as nothing, running away for the stark internship. You hadn't really wanted to talk about it with anybody after that. Maybe it wasn't as cool as you'd thought it was.

You looked down and just shrugged, "Dunno, guess I just didn't think you guys would be interested in it. You've never really shown interest in theater before."

"Well, that was before my gorgeous girlfriend was in charge. Now, go on, tell us what it's like to get a bunch of theater kids on track."

You laughed, "God it's torture. I'm convinced it's some personalized hell made for someone's eternal punishment and I do not envy them."

Peter and Ned laughed along with you, Peter saying, "Yeah I bet. We all know how much you love your control."

You gasped, eyebrows furrowing, "Peter Parker are you saying I'm a control freak?"

He held up both of his hands in surrender, "No of course not babe," he traded a glance with Ned when you weren't looking.

"Anyway," he propped an elbow on the table, rested his head on his palm, and made a motion with his other hand, "continue."

You looked at Ned, "Are you sure I'm not boring you," you asked, shoving your hand in Peter's face when he went to argue.

"Of course not Y/N! Wild, out-of-control theater kids is a favorite subject of mine," he grinned and you huffed a laugh.

"Fine, it's not as easy as I thought'd it be I'll say that. There's always someone way out of line, either singing songs from musicals at the top of their lungs or fighting someone else with the props. One time a kid started climbing the curtain bags and it was disastrous."

You told them all the funny stories you had from the past rehearsals and how you couldn't wait for the upcoming ones.

"Hey these sound fun how come I haven't been to one yet," Peter asked, referring to the rehearsals.

You scoffed, "Please Parker, you can barely make it to a date. There's no way you're gonna make it to one of these."

Peter felt a wave of guilt rush over him. He'd been leaving you hanging a lot lately.

"I'm sorry Y/N/N, really I am. But I want to come to one of these. I want to see you doing your thing. In fact, when's the next one I'll be there," he sounded so sure of himself but you weren't.

"Um," you hesitated, not really sure if you should answer him, "They're every other day after school until opening night. But Peter, honestly, you don't have to come I know how busy your schedule is and you barely fit in things that you need to do, I seriously doubt you have the time to voluntarily do this," you told him, refusing to get your hopes up.

"Hey," he leaned closer to you, "I know I haven't been the best boyfriend lately but I promise I'm going to be there for you today."

"Peter," you said quietly not being able to meet his eyes and that alone made his heartbreak, "Don't make promises you can't keep. That never ends well."

"Hey if I said I'll be there, then I'll be there. come on, gotta have a little more faith in me than that sweetheart," he smiled a little, letting it grow into a grin when he saw your lips tugging up at the corners of your mouth.

"Promise," you asked.

"Promise," he confirmed, leaning in for a sweet kiss. Maybe he could really be there for you this time instead of-

Something hit the side of your face making you both turn your heads towards your other friend. You looked down to find a bunch of rolled-up napkins lying on the floor.

"Well as glad as I am that y'all got that settled, let us remember that this is a public space," Ned said making you both laugh.

"So it's settled, meet you in the auditorium after last period right," Peter asked you, trying to make sure he had the times correct.

"Oh," you replied, a little shocked that he was actually doing this, "Yeah, if you're showing up then I guess so."

peter laughed, "Y/N come on, what did we just have an entire conversation about? Of course, I'm showing up."

You nodded slowly then looked towards Ned, "I didn't hit my head anywhere just a minute ago, did I?"

Ned just shrugged, "I'm just as surprised as you are Y/N. Peter needs to step up his game and I'm sure the internship can wait an evening. After all," he gave Peter a hard look before an amused expression took over his face, "After all, what is an internship if not just running around making copies of random things and memorizing dozens of different coffee orders."

"Hey man come on, we've been over this." he nodded his head towards you and widened his eyes slightly, but you didn't notice, too busy taking a sip from your chocolate milk, "This isn't just any internship. I have to be available at every moment in case Mr. Stark decides he needs me on something."

"Mhm, whatever," Ned took a bite of his sandwich, "All I'm saying is that no matter how important it is, you need to learn to divide up your time evenly."

"Don't worry Ned, I'll be sure to sign him up for some time management classes," you said seriously, making Ned choke on his food from laughter.

Peter sighed, one arm still resting on the table, the palm of it holding his head. his other arm tucked away under the table, hand holding yours.

you were feeling amazing, your mood completely lifted now. Peter was finally making the first step to fix things after your many failed attempts. Things could start going back to how they were at the beginning of your relationship. sweet, caring, and mutual.

You were so sick of feeling like this whole thing was one-sided but now things finally looked like they were turning up.

Little did you know.

When the day finally ended you couldn't wait. Spending time with Peter while hanging out with your new friends (somewhat, you weren't really sure but you were optimistic) seemed like it be such a good time. Almost too good to be true.

You rushed towards your locker and gathered your stuff before shooting Peter a text that you'll just meet him in the auditorium.

You arrived there before anyone else, which was typical, everyone would be wandering the halls with their friends for a while before making their way here. The cast and crew might mess around a bit but in the end, they were extremely passionate about what they did and you knew that in the end, the show would be amazing. They were all incredibly talented.

little by little everyone started filing in in little groups. You searched them all for Peter but he was never a part of them. Oh well, he was probably caught up with Ned and MJ at the moment. He'll be here in a bit.

When the majority of people were present you, reluctantly, decided you had to get things started whether Peter was here yet or not. Everyone had to start getting to work and he should be here any minute now.

"Ok everyone, you've been wandering around long enough. Time to get started," you clapped your hands together, a clipboard held under your arm, "Noah, Jack, and Lacy we've got to start making progress on the set and I don't want paint everywhere we've had one paint fight too many," you narrowed your eyes at Noah and Jack who looked down sheepishly. It had been a mess. It'd looked as if a pride parade had thrown up all over the stage.

"This background is our last chance and if you mess it up again we'll probably have to cancel and if that happens, I will not hesitate to unleash Lexi on you," you gestured towards the girl who glared at them and you could've sworn you saw them pale which made smile a small smile.

You pulled out your clipboard to skim through and see what was on the agenda. "Where's our light-man," you asked and looked up. Everyone shrugged looking around until a girl, Martha, spoke, "Lenny had a teacher meeting, he's running a bit late but he'll be here."

You nodded, "Martha that reminds me, how's your mom doing with the costumes? does she have everything she needs?"

Martha nodded quickly, "Measurements and everything. All of them should be ready a few days before the big day and she'll be here that night for any mending that might be needed." She shot you two big thumbs up.

"Good, good, good," you muttered under your breath. You looked around at everyone and shrugged lightly, "OK so I guess everyone just rehearse your lines, get to work and we should be good for the next couple of hours."

Chatter quickly spread across the large room as everyone got together working and talking. You sat down on a seat and let out a long sigh. You tugged your phone out of your pocket and looked for a new message from Peter. There was nothing. You sent two more and added a call for good measure. He didn't pick up, it just rang all the way through. Maybe he got caught up with a teacher. Or maybe he got detention and didn't get a chance to tell you.

You had more important things to get to and Peter would get here whenever he got the chance. He'd promised after all. So you shouldn't worry about it too much.

You started making rounds around all the groups of working teenagers, stopping when you saw Lexi waving you over to her little group which mostly consisted of the main cast.

You walked over to them, "And how's everything going over here? Any trouble?" They all shook their heads.

"Actually, I think we're getting along rather well, it's a great cast you've rounded up here miss Y/L/N," Mrs. Lightbody said, making you feel extremely proud.

"I actually wanted to talk to you," Lexi said kindly.

"Oh? What's up, Lex." She grabbed your hand and led you a little farther away from the group, turning and shooting them a quick reassuring smile.

Lexi was the star of the whole play, playing the main character, so you'd worked with her closely these past few weeks. She helped you with even the slightest things so you wouldn't get too stressed or anxious (she claimed you were the only sane person in the whole group and it needed to stay that way). She was undoubtedly the most excited person about the whole play and you couldn't blame her, you could already tell from just practice that she was going to do amazing. She was on the popular side where school cliques were involved, but she was always such a sweetheart. She quickly became a great friend of yours and you hoped it stayed that way even after the play and all these fun little get-togethers were over.

"Hey, Y/N I noticed you seemed a little off before. I'm sorry if I'm out of line saying this but I just wanted to check in on you and make sure everything was okay. Anything going on? I'm always here to listen if you need to talk," she smiled one of her heartwarming smiles.

You were a little shocked that she'd noticed, "Thanks Lex, really, but I'm fine I promise. but thank you so much for looking out for me."

she had a look on her face like she didn't believe you but she didn't push it, which you appreciated, "ok well if you decide you want to talk about I'm always around I promise," she grabbed you into a hug which you gladly accepted. she pulled away and squeezed your shoulder before heading back to the group.

You loved her but really there was nothing wrong. Because Peter was gonna show up. Even if he hadn't answered you yet. He's gonna show up, follow you like a lost puppy, and marvel at your every move in that way of his to the point where it got annoying, and you were gonna make him swear to never come to one of these again. To which he would pout and give you puppy-dog eyes and you'd both forget whatever it was you'd said.

He had to come. otherwise, you might seriously start considering Ned's words from earlier. or you won't be her boyfriend for much longer.

Peter had to show up because maybe your whole relationship was on the line.

An hour of a bunch of nonsense arguing passed until you finally heard the press of the large auditorium doors opening up.

Your heart flew when you saw the large mess of brunette curls turned to close the doors. however, your hope quickly deflated as soon as the figure turned around. it was just Lenny the light-man.

"Lenny, great. I need you to start working on the lights and getting them ready," you told him. He nodded and quickly made his way backstage.

You were totally bummed. peter hadn't even replied to you so you had no clue what was going on. you'd even gone so far as to text Ned who'd just sent you a shrugging emoji and an apology for not knowing where he was.

You felt a little broken, with each passing minute, your hope that your boyfriend might still show up dying down.

You were desperate so you walked down to the side of the stage where Lexi was chatting with her 'co-star' Brad Davis, who played her love interest.

You walked up to them, your hand lightly grabbing Lexi's shoulder which brought her attention to you, "Can I talk to you," you whispered. She nodded quickly. You looked towards Brad whose attention was already on you, "Is it alright if I just steal her for a moment," you sent him a fake smile. He smiled back, "No don't worry about it, she's all yours."

He looked like he was might say something else but you didn't give him the chance to before dragging your friend away from all the commotion, "I'm ready to talk now."

She looked at you knowingly before sitting down and patting the spot next to her. So you sat and you told her everything. You told her about all the missed dates, how sometimes he'd just ignore you completely making it impossible to reach him and come back and act like nothing happened, how it always seemed like he was hiding something, and how you were so tired.

And she listened, of course, never making you feel like you were being overdramatic, and making you feel something that Peter always failed to. Seen.

When you finally finished Lexi looked at you with total sympathy-eyes, you hated it but you sucked it up because you had chosen to talk to her.

"Permission to speak freely?" she asked hesitantly. You nodded quickly, "Yes of course, please do that's why I came to you in the first place."

"Dump his ass," she deadpanned. Your eyes widened in shock as you looked at her. "Really?" you asked. She nodded, "Y/N, I love you but it's obvious that this boy doesn't. Because if he did there's no way he'd test you like that, I mean, he's standing you up right now when he promised he'd be here. I say end it before it gets worse. But hey," she held up both hands, "If you think I'm out of line saying that I totally understand but I'm just telling you what I'd do if I was in your shoes."

"You think I should dump him," you mumbled looking down, not really believing it. You'd thought about it sure, what would happen if you two weren't together anymore but you'd never considered it an option, let alone a solution.

"Thanks, Lex, I'll think about it," you gave her a tight smile and she smiled back. "I just hope you do whatever feels best for you Y/N, you've been looking down lately and you don't deserve that." She gave your hand a squeeze and one last smile before she went back to practice.

You weren't seriously thinking about ending things with Peter, you were too scared to lose him. Your friendship was more important than any relationship ever could be. But the longer he went as a no-show the more it ran through your brain for the rest of rehearsal. Peter never texted or called. You were desperate for a simple "sorry" at this point, not wanting to have to settle for the worst option. But as time went on, the less it seemed like an option and more like a task. Something you had to do, that had to be done—something new to check off your clipboard.

Rehearsal ended and people left in groups as they had come. You lingered, smiling and saying you had just a few things to check up on before you left whenever someone took regard for your incessant hovering. Soon enough you were the only person in the big empty room.

You sat at the edge of the stage, legs dangling, and pulled out your phone from your pocket. You sent one last text, we need to talk.

After about ten minutes of waiting there, you decided it was getting late and you had to get home before it was too dark. maybe you could convince your parents to let you head over to Peter's after dinner and you could get over with it then. your mind was made up. you were gonna break up with him.

You gathered your things and made your way up to the big double doors. The hallways were quiet and you were hyperaware of every step of yours. It was weird to see the school so dead, a big contrast to the usual packed hallways. The more you thought about it the more it was like you could almost hear the running footsteps of students. No scratch that, student. Okay at this point it started sounding too real.

You turned around to catch your boyfriend speeding down the hallway, skidding to a stop when you saw you.

"Oh my god Y/N, I'm so sorry I totally lost track of time. I was just helping May out with a few things and next thing I know-"

You held up a hand to stop him, "Save it Peter I really don't care."

His face fell, "But, hey, let me make it up to you! Let's go get some ice cream or something. You can tell me what rehearsal was like today and I'll walk you home after. It's getting dark."

You crossed your arms. you almost wanted to agree but you knew better than that, this whole thing was getting way too much for you to handle.

"Peter I'm done," you told him simply. he looked at you a little confused, "done...done with what?"

"This," you almost screamed as you pointed at the two of you, "I'm done with this, this whole act because, let's face it, we both know you weren't helping May with shit." you were surprised you had gotten this far without crying and you wanted to keep it that way so you sucked in a breath and tried to steady your heartbeat.

The guilty look in his eyes told you enough. you were right. he moved the slightest step closer but you moved back, you really didn't feel like touching him at the moment. "come on sweetheart," he said weakly, "there's gotta be something I can do. I promise I'll show up on time more, you'll never have to wait for me again. I'll be around you so much you'll get sick of me. just please don't do this."

"That's the thing, Peter," you groaned, "I don't want to be sick of you but I'm sick of the way you keep treating me. you make me feel like shit Peter. you're my boyfriend and you make me feel terrible. and I keep trying to help you out, coming up with different excuses each time but I've finally run out. I want a stable relationship and you can't give me that so I'm done."

His eyes were red now and you had to push back the guilt you were feeling, he brought this upon himself. it's true, you wouldn't have done this unless it was absolutely necessary. you loved him but you just couldn't handle it anymore.

"I can," his voice broke slightly on that last word, "I can give you that y/n just give me another chance to show you."

You huffed, "Well Peter, part of a stable relationship is honesty. can you be honest and tell me where you were today? 'Cause it's been established that you weren't with May."

He froze a little and you continued, "In fact, why don't you tell me where you were when you missed all those dates, all those couple hangouts, and all those group hangouts? When you missed my parents' anniversary dinner that they invited you to, or my little brother's birthday party that he was really excited you'd be there for. Go ahead Pete," you flung out your arms, "tell me where you were and I'll believe you can give me a stable relationship."

He looked physically conflicted, as if he was genuinely having an inner battle with himself, "I- I can't y/n/n, but you have to believe me when I say it's for the best."

"And I can't Peter. I can't so just forget this," you cleared your throat, "Come back when you can actually handle a relationship Parker, or you know what, don't because either way, I'm through with this."

You turned to walk away. his hand reached out to grab your wrist but you dodged it and held your hand up, "I don't think we should talk anymore," you kept walking and he didn't follow. You didn't want him to. But in all honesty, it was hard to turn your back when the person you were leaving was always the one you ran to when your heart shattered as it did right then.

the cold air hit you hard and the tears finally came, slightly smudging the concealer under your eyes but you couldn't care less at the moment.

It was true what he'd said, it was dark already and windy so you tried to be alert on your way home, deciding you could process all your emotions when you're home safe.

You were walking for a bit, wiping your tears and trying to keep your vision clear when you heard a slight thud next to you and footsteps matching up to catch yours. "Hello Miss, it's pretty dark, can I walk you home?"

part 2 is here !!

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skipper19 · 6 months

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Imagine this...

Peter was beginning to worry. He hadn't seen you all day, and all of his texts were registered 'unread'. His leg kept bouncing as his eyes continuously glanced at the clock on the wall. When class was finally over, Peter quickly packed his supplies away and headed out of the room. Harry didn't hesitate to follow behind him, and when he caught up with his best friend, he gripped his arm, successfully stopping Peter.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked with a confused smirk. Peter pulled his arm from his friends hold. "Uh, I'm leaving?" Peter answered, confusion lacing his own words. "Dude, school isn't over. It's only lunch." Harry huffed with a pointed look. The boy only looked to his watch (the one you gave him for his birthday last year) and groaned when he noticed the time. He was so caught up with leaving that he didn't realize what time it was. The day couldn't go by any slower.

At lunch, Peter kept checking his watch and glancing at his phone. Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Peter, if you don't stop bouncing your leg, I'm going to cute the damn thing off." Harry offered an empty threat. "I'm sorry, alright, I'm just ready to get out of here." Peter mumbled sheepishly. Harry felt a pang in his chest and offered a tired smile to his best friend. "Why?" Harry asked as he picked up his sandwich and moaned in delight after taking a bite. Aunt May's sandwiches were always the best. They were definitely made with love.

Harry's attention snapped to Peter when he heard him mumble something. "She's not here." Peter said a little louder. "She won't answer my calls or texts, and I'm starting to worry. She seemed fine over the weekend..." Peter seems to trail off. Harry continues chewing his food in silence before swallowing and seeing down his sandwich. "Wait, who are we talking about?" He questioned. Peter gives Harry a narrowed look of confusion. "My girlfriend?" Peter is surprised when Harry laughs and wipes residue from Mays sandwich off his lips.

"You're funny. You finally went insane, huh?" Harry says with a raised eyebrow as he runs his hand through his hair. Peter's mouth is slightly parted as he starts at his friend. "Why are you looking at me like- come on, you know I'm right." Harry then paused. "Did you actually shoot your shot with Mary Jane? You're not fucking with me right now?" Harry asked with a smile of disbelief. Peter scoffed shook his head.

"What are you talking about? Y/n, me and her have been dating for almost a year." Peter felt his stomach churn as his friends face morphed into one of genuine confusion. "Uh, who is Y/n?" Those words were enough for Peter. He stood abruptly and grabbed his school bag before running out of the courtyard. Peter rushed out of the school, pulling out of his phone and dialing your number.

The number you're trying to reach does not exist.

Peter's frown deepened, and his finger tapped the call button again. He waited.

The number you're trying to reach does not exist.

"Damnit, Y/n pick up the phone." He whispered to himself. Peter bumped shoulders with an older man and quickly apologized. "Watch where you're going!" The man shouted at the boy. Peter paid no mind to the man as his pace quickened and his hands began to shake.

The number you're trying to reach does not exist.

"Kids these days just won't take their eyes off their phones." A woman grumbled as Peter walked by her flower stand.

The number you're trying to reach does not exist.

Peter jumped in surprise as a car honked at him. "Hurry up!" The stranger shouted from his car window. Peter ran across the street and paid no mind to the mix of looks he was receiving.

The number you're trying to reach-

The number you're trying-

The number-

Does not exist.

Peter shouted in anger and carelessly pocketed his phone before ducking into a nearby alleyway. He didn't care that it was broad daylight. He didn't care anyone could see. He didn't care about the numerous texts and calls he was receiving from Harry or May.

Spider-Man swung out of the alleyway moments later. Ignoring the calls of his hero name as he zipped through the city. He had one destination in mind, and no one was going to stop him from getting there. He needed to know you were okay. The day had felt wrong the moment he woke up. His Spidey senses were going haywire, but he thought nothing of it. A mere fading consequence of the radioactive spider from what felt like so long ago. Peter felt it now more than ever as he raced towards your home.

Something wasn't right.

Peter landed on your fire escape and latched his fingers under the window, successfully hauling the wooden peice up enough for him to slip under. Once he made it into your room, he froze in place. The walls, once lined with furniture and trinkets, wardrobes, and shoes, we're empty and bare. The bed he spent so many nights in, being held in your arms as you soothed him to sleep, was completely absent. As Peter threw open the closet, he felt tears prick at his eyes. It was bare. No shoe boxes filled with your memories, no clothing you adored (even his hoodies you stole), all of it was gone.

Peter pulled his mask from his face and found his legs carry him out of the bedroom. Even your parents had disappeared. There was absolutely no trace of you nor your guardians ever living in the house. A pit formed in Peter's stomach, and his hands clutched his hair. He felt himself wander back into your bedroom. The walls were the same color, the atmosphere was warm, but it felt so hallowed without you.

Tears cascaded down his face as he backed himself against the nearest wall. Sobs escaped his throat as he roughly slid to the floor, one hand grasping his hair as the other held firm to his chest. His eyes darted around the room. "No no no no..." He mumbled under his breath. What the fuck was going on? Where were you?

Why did it seem like you completely disappeared? Without telling him...

Why did it seem like you never existed?

But that's impossible! Peter's shaky hand reaches into his backpack and pulls out his phone. He scrolled through the countless photos of you both, some of just you, and his heart lurched in his chest. You weren't fake. He's felt you. Your love, your passion, your kindness. It couldn't have been a figment of cruel imagination.

Peter hung his head in defeat and let sobs wrack his body. He couldn't live without you. He couldn't afford to lose you. You are his life. The very air he breathes is only given by the soft touch of your hand and the gentle words you speak in your blind love. Peter caressed your profile picture in his phone as his throat closed in with another sob. His thumb swiped too far to the right, causing him to accidentally call you.

The number you're trying to reach does not exist.

Peter lets out a strangled exhale and clutches the device in his hold. He knew to be careful. With his enhanced strength, he could easily shatter this phone, and he would be devastated to lose the last bit of you he has. If only-

Peter sucks in a sharp breath as his eyes go wide. He quickly perked up and frantically cralws towards the buzzing noise. Peter found his ear against the adjacent wall as he listened for this sign of buzzing. It could be nothing, but it also could be something. And something is better than nothing.

He released a sigh of frustration and pulled put his phone once again.

The number you're trying to reach-

Peter threw the phone to the side and immediately began searching the wall for small clues. Any indication that there was more than what the eye could see. Peter was growing even more desperate. He didn't want to destroy another's property, but, to be honest, he couldn't care less right now. Peter's heart lurched from his chest when his fingers glided over a ridged area of the wall sticking out of the wallpaper. The sound of tearing paper filled the room, and Peter threw the small bits of decor to the side.

Peter stared in shock as the wallpaper tore away to reveal a small latch in the wall. It was small and barely noticeable. A small thought occurred in his mind, questioning how long this had been here and what other things you kept from him. The thought was quickly pushed away as Peter remembered the severity of the situation.

His gloved fingers wrapped around the wall and pried open the secret door. With wide eyes and held breath, Peter reached in and pulled out a small cigar box from inside the makeshift cubby hole. As he opened the wooden material, he saw a phone lying inside the small container. Peter hesitated to pull out the device, but he was quick to notice that it was, in fact, your phone. Almost 20 missed calls from Peter, along with hundreds of unread texts from farther away friends, yet most of these texts were from Peter.

Confusion and worry ate away at Peter's very being until he was nothing but a shaking, quivering mess. Underneath the phone was photos. Printed photos or Polaroids stacked on top of one another, pressed flat together thanks to the weight of the phone. Peter didn't get to search through the photos or investigate your abandoned device for any clues, seeing as the small note on the roof of the lid of the box caused Peter to lose all knowledge of his surroundings.

I am looking for my way home to you, find me.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 3 months

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Can I get a 7 with Steve Rogers or Peter Parker? I love the nice guys being angsty

And congrats on the 5000

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Peter Parker x plus size reader

You don’t like the quiet, Peter does

Warnings: angst, noise sensitivity, college!Peter, mutual pining, hurt/comfort

Minors DNI

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Silence was your worst enemy, although you never really understood why you hated it. Whether that be the awkward silence during a lull in conversation or at 3am when the city quieted down. There had to be some kind of noise around you for you to feel at ease, usually it was music from your headphones or the chatter of other people but that wasn’t the case in Peter Parker’s room.

Somehow his room was the one place in all of New York that seemed to be above all the noise of the city. There were no sirens or voices or just random noises from the subway. Just silence.

And it was slowly driving you crazy.

At first, the sound of your fingernails tapping your keyboard soothed you. It was rhythmic and just quiet enough to not disturb your best friend as he was studying. Then you moved onto bouncing your leg, which given that you were wearing socks and the whole room was carpeted, you could make almost no noise.

You sighed and shifted in your seat, becoming antsy as the silence seemed to close in around you. You could feel Peter’s eyes flick up to you occasionally but he never said anything so you started doing the only thing you could think of to create some noise. You began to hum.

The vibrations rumbled through your chest, immediately soothing the panicked feelings around your heart. Your shoulders dropped with relief and you finally felt like you were able to concentrate on the work in front of you instead of just mindlessly typing away to appear busy.

You switched songs every 30 seconds or so, nodding your head along to the beat you were creating. Your usual smile began to pull at your lips as, unnoticed by you, Peter’s face fell and his eyebrows scrunched.

He cleared his throat but you didn’t hear. “Y/N?” You looked back at him, pausing your humming for just a second. “Do you think you could be a little quieter please?”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” You responded bashfully with a giggle. Peter breathed a sigh of relief and sat back against the wall behind his bed. He gave you a half-smile to which you winked at him before turning back to your work.

Things were quiet again save for the occasional turning of a page or alert on your phones and you started to feel that discomfort creeping in again. Like a massive weight slowly coming down onto your torso, the anxiety grew once more. Your eyes darted over your essay but you couldn’t comprehend any of the words that you had written.

Your breathing picked up as your heart pounded loudly in your ears though it did not give you the relief that other noises would have. You swallowed thickly, clamping your jaw shut tightly. Maybe a little noise would be okay, you thought as you brought a hand to your chest to where your shirt didn’t cover.

The soft tapping of your fingers against your bare skin was barely louder than your racing heartbeat but it worked. Your body eased as you picked up the pace, finally getting the relief you desperately needed. You hadn’t even noticed Peter’s frown deepening, the vein in his neck twitching with aggravation.

“How are you this fucking annoying?” Everything stopped and your veins turned to ice.

“I-I’m sorry.” You managed to squeak out around the massive lump in your throat. Even Peter looked shocked at what he said, his brown eyes wide with terror. “I think I should head home, my roommate will get worried if I’m not there after dark.”

You tried to grab your tote bag from the floor but before you could even touch the canvas handle, Peter had sprung from the bed and caught your hand. “Wait I didn’t mean-“ You shook your head and swallowed back your tears, you couldn’t talk about this now.

“I know I’m noisy okay, I’m sorry for disturbing you.” You tried to pull yourself away but his grip tightened. “Peter.” Your voice wobbled but he didn’t give you an inch.

“No, no I’m sorry. I was being an asshole.” He gently pulled you towards him and you let him wrap you up in his strong arms, needing some sort of comfort even from the person that had hurt you in the first place.

“Then why did you say that?” You murmured, slowly melting into his chest. Peter held your wide hips gently, brushing the tops of your thighs through your clothes with his thumbs.

He sighed heavily and let his forehead rest on yours, a regular gesture between the two of you that was far from platonic. “I’ve had a rough day. There was a robbery this morning and that made me late to my lab and then some asshole thought it was funny to use a dog whistle right outside. And I just- I was overstimulated and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you, not when you were really trying.”

You whimpered as a tear slid down your cheek. “I’m sorry beautiful, I really am. Let me make it up to you.” His right hand came up and gently wiped it away, keeping his hand on your soft jaw as he urged you to look into his eyes.

“How?” His smile was almost unsure, seemingly a little wary of how honestly he should respond.

“Let me order some food and we can watch Percy Jackson.”

“And cuddle?”His smile grew as his eyes twinkled. He ducked forward and gently kissed the tip of your nose.

“Whatever you want, I’m at your mercy tonight.” You giggled.

“And tomorrow too, I’m still kind of hurt.” Peter just squeezed your hip.

“Anything for you.” Maybe the silence wasn’t so bad, as long as Peter was quiet with you.

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Starcrossed lovers // part 4 (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

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Summary: There might be only one Peter can turn to in the hope to make sense of it all. Peter and Peter meet again, but this time clash. Ignoring a warning, Peter tries to make you remember him. Desperate to have you by his side once more. [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 5 ]

Peter was panting. Breathing loudly underneath his mask as he swung from building to building. His mind spiralling as this was not how he imagined meeting you again. The meeting of before flashed before his eyes, distracting him. His eyes started to get glossy visioning the glance you gave him.

Nothing in your eyes that could tell him you recognized them. They seemed dull, lost without their spark. Did he let himself get carried away, thinking you from this earth would love him as equally as you did from his earth? Had he perhaps envisioned hints that were never there. Bright lights blinded him followed by a loud long horn.

Peter snapped out of it, just in time seeing a truck head frontal at him. He shot out a web, doing a flip so he would be higher up. The web snapped as he was weightless in the air for a moment. Aiming his hand out, another web shot out. Sticking to a rooftop as he got flung towards it. His feet came in contact with the rooftop, sending him rolling.

Breathing loud, he set his elbows down, slowly lifting himself up. Getting up, he neared the edge. The sound of sirens going off in the distance. Peter took of his mask, taking a deep breath. His gaze fell on his wrist. Where a watch hung, given by Strange for him to find his way back home.

His fingers neared it, almost touching it. In that moment, he thought about leaving. Returning home with the bitterness inside of him. He felt it grow inside of him. Ever since you died on his earth, he came bitter. Sought revenge in his enemy’s. Sought out the dangers just so he had a way of raging out his grief. Peter let his head hang, lowering his hand.

He didn’t want the bitterness. It was tiring. Hollowing him out to become a shadow of what he once was. Overlooking the city, his mind immediately went to one person. Hoping they hadn’t forgotten about him. Peter launched himself off the building. Soaring the streets to reach his destination. Finding the way almost came easily to him. Just a few more blocks and he’d be there.

Peter’s hands pressed hard against the window from the impact. Panting loud as he looked inside. – “Peter?” – Peter’s eyes lighted up with relief when he saw Peter… your Peter hurry over to the window. Peter was laying on his bed, startled out of his wits by a loud thud against his window. At the sight of Peter three, he rushed over. The window slid open as Peter three crawled into his room.

“What are you…” – Peter asked when Peter three grabbed him tight by his shoulders. – “You remember me right? You know who I am!” – he asked frantically. – “Yes.” – Peter answered, shrugging his grip off. – “What are you doing here? How did you even get here?” – Peter wanted to know. Peter three had exhaled relieved. – “Y/n doesn’t remember me.” – Peter spoke desperate.

Peter, your Peter furrowed his brows. – “You went to see Y/n?” – he questioned. Peter three nodded saddened. – “Why are you here?” – Peter asked loudly. – “I…” – Peter three replied wanting to answer, but his mind went back to you. – “Why can’t she remember me?” – he begged to know. – “Strange’s spell.” – Peter answered casually before turning back to his questions.

“How did you even get here?” – Peter wanted to know. – “Strange.” – Peter three responded scratching the back of his head. – “What spell? What spell did he cast?” – Peter wanted to know. – “The one I asked him to do, but went wrong.” – Peter one answered annoyed, waving his hands across. – “What do you want with Y/n?” – he pressured on. – “Why do you have this obsession with Y/n?” – Peter pushed Peter three back.

Frustrated and angry at him. He wasn’t blind. He noticed the way he acted around you back then. Peter three lowered his head. – “Y/n… Y/n…she was my MJ.” – he explained with teary eyes. Peter’s eyes widened as it all became clear. – “I…I didn’t think I’d ever see her again. Being around her gave me hope. I was bitter, she cured that.” – Peter explained. – “So what you just think you can steal her from me?” – Peter replied rudely. – “No, no.” – Peter three said in defence.

“That is why you are here right? To take her from me?” – Peter one shouted back. – “She’s not your MJ!” – Peter three called out. The emotions running high. – “She’s my friend!” – Peter one yelled. – “Your Y/n is death so stay away from mine!” – Peter made clear. Peter three felt desperate. He wasn’t going to let everything die because his equal said no. – “You still have MJ!” – Peter three grunted out. – “No I don’t!” – Peter one replied loud.

Peter three was taken by surprise. A look of surprise on his face. Peter one sighed loud letting himself sit on his bed. – “The spell. Strange’s spell. I just wanted the people to forgot I was Spiderman. Not my friends… the spell doesn’t work that way… I lost my friends because of that spell.” – Peter said staring at his empty hands. Peter three had taken a deep breath, having calmed down. He approached Peter, coming to sit with him on the bed. – “Maybe he can reverse it?” – Peter suggested. – “No.” – your Peter responded.

“What if you tell them again?” – another suggestion from Peter three. Peter one shook his head. – “They are saver without knowing me… or the secret…” – Peter wiped his cheek with his sleeve. – “You should do the same.” – he spoke. – “I can’t…” – Peter three whispered. – “If you care for her, you let her be.” – Peter one dropped getting back up. – “I’m sorry Peter…” – he answered getting up as well. Peter neared the window. – “I can’t do that.” – with his final words he left out the window. Peter one sighing deep.

Peter was standing by your house, watching your window in the rain. His shoes filled at the bottom with water. Memories from his life with you passing by like a movie. His first encounter with you at school. The moment he held you after a break-up. The first time he told you his secret. Doing study-sessions together. Going on a first date. Your first kiss. All the memories that made him think of you.

The lights had gone down as he knew you had gone to bed. Peter kept watching your house till the morning glow. The door swung open as you rushed out. –“Bye mom!” – you shouted loud, hopping on one foot to pull the end of your shoe over your ankle. Flinging your backpack better over your shoulder, you started jogging over to the bus station. You saw the bus stop is the distance as you ran.

Hoping you’d be in time for when the bus would come. A person came in your way by the stop, having stepped forwards from behind the billboard poster on the stop. You slammed hard against them as they caught you. – “Oh sorry.” – you said out of breath, looking up. – “Hi.” – the person responded with a soft smile. Your eyes widened in surprise. – “You’re the spiderman costume boy.” – you said making him breath out a laugh.

“Yes… yes I am.” – he responded letting you go a bit. – “You must be a real fan of him to dress up like him.” – you spoke putting your backpack better over your shoulder. – “So not really Peter Parker, what’s your actual name.” – you were curious about. – “Actually my name is Peter.” – he responded. – “Oh.” – you answered sheepishly. You noticed Peter kept looking at you. Making you feel a bit shy. You tried to look at anything but him.

The way he was gazing at you, was heart stopping. In the distance you saw the bus appear. It rode to the front, stopping at the stop. The doors opened as people got off. You followed the line of people wanting to get on. You were about to set your foot on the bus when you felt a tug on your wrist. – “Can… can you skip the bus?” – Peter asked you when you looked confused over your shoulder.

“I…I have somewhere to be.” – you told him nervously. – “I promise you’ll be there on time.” – he answered. You sighed soft setting your foot back down on the pavement. – “Are you getting on?” – the bus driver asked. You shook your head as he closed the door. With a little bit of pain, you watched it drive off.

You turned around to Peter with a deep breath. – “I normally don’t just agree with strangers so quick, so this better be worth it.” – you told him. – “I’m no stranger.” – he replied making you furrow your brows. – “That doesn’t count.” – you reminded him, only seeing him once before didn’t count as not being strangers anymore. Peter took your hand as he started pulling you along with him. – “Where are we going?” – you called out tagging along, trying to catch up with him as he kept pulling you along at his pace.

Peter led you into an alleyway. – “What… what are you doing…?” – you questioned, feeling a bit frightened now. A part of you knew you shouldn’t have followed a stranger. – “This will be quicker.” – he responded as he took off his jacket. Revealing the spiderman suit underneath it. – “That’s a bit too much isn’t it.” – you commented, thinking he was exaggerating in his fanboy obsession for the spider.

Peter breathed soft approaching you. He moved his hand around your waist, making you gasp soft. – “Do you trust me Y/n?” – he asked. You blinked surprised at him. – “How did you know my name?” – you wanted to know. – “Like I said no strangers.” – he simply outed.

“So do you trust me?” – he asked again pressing you closer to his side. – “That depends…” – you responded wary. Peter smiled as he moved his hand up. – “You better hold on tight.” – he said before shooting a web. He launched himself up as you clamped onto him with a loud scream. Nearly damaging his eardrums from your scream.

Peter let go of the web, falling a bit before he shot out another web. Still holding you, he had to launch himself with just one hand. You had wrapped your legs around his waist, arms tight around his neck. Continue to scream till your lungs burned. – “You are insane!” – you called out to him as you felt like being on a rollercoaster. That feeling in your stomach before the drop bouncing up and down once in a while.

Peter chuckled when he felt you tighten your limbs around him. – “Put me down!” – you cried out, burying your face in his neck. – “Almost there Y/n.” – he told you swinging from one building to the next. You let out another scream when you were weightless in the air. Right before the web grabbed a target, making you swing in the air to go forwards.

Peter landed on the platform as your limbs felt sore from clenching so hard. With shaky legs, you let your feet down, touching vast ground. A bit angry, you push yourself off Peter. – “Are you insane!” – you shouted at him, knees buckling as you walked shakily up to the metal bars, grabbing onto them. – “Do… do you recognize this?” – Peter asked watching you closely. – “I could’ve fallen!” – you panted out, needing to catch your breath.

“I would never let you fall Y/n. Do.. do you remember anything from this place?” – he wanted to know approaching you. You groaned frustrated slapping his hand away. – “This is kidnapping!” – you outed catching the statue of liberty in the corner of your eye. – “Why are we here?” – you yelled panicking at him. – “Don’t… don’t you remember Y/n. The battle. The three of us.” – Peter pointed at himself.

“No!” – you screamed at him. – “Now take me back!” – you insisted upon. – “Please try to remember Y/n.” – Peter neared you wanting to touch you. You groaned pressing your palms against your eyes. – “I don’t know what you want from me!” – you sighed out.

“I want you to remember me.” – Peter answered saddened. – “Take me back now!” – you stomped your foot on the ground, having enough of this. – “Alright Y/n…” – Peter answered giving in. This wasn’t working, he knew that now. He moved his hand around your waist, already extending his arm as you pushed yourself off him. – “On second thought I’ll just walk.” – you told him, backing away.

Waving your hands across, you didn’t want another swing session. You kept backing up, feeling a metal bar slip underneath your foot. It made you lose your balance, sending one leg of yours up. You fell backwards, waiting for your back to hit the ground as your fall got broken off. Halfway you were hanging.

Looking surprised at Peter’s hand tightly around your wrist. Keeping you in place. You blinked confused seeing flashes of a fall. The same hand reaching out to you. Blinking again, it was gone. Peter took a hold of your elbow, pulling you upright. – “You okay?” – he asked. You could only nod breathlessly at him. – “I’ll take you back.” – he said with sadness in his eyes.

He took your hand, guiding you carefully to the metal stairs. – “Peter.” – you called out making him stop. He looked back at you with a hopeful smile. – “Will you be gentle?” – you asked. He nodded. Taking a deep breath, you let him take a hold you once more. You grabbed on tight to him, swallowing nervously. Squeezing your eyes shut, you buried your face in his neck. Supressing a scream when he swung down with you.

Peter landed slowly in an alleyway. He kept holding you till he was certain your feet had found a steady underground. – “Are you okay?” – he asked. You nodded with a soft hum. – “Your destination is right around this block.” – he informed you with a point towards the streets. You kept gazing up to Peter. Tilting your head a bit. Peter caught you staring at him, smiling faintly.

You tilted your head to the other side, thoughtfully. Narrowing your eyes just slightly. – “I’d thought you’d hide your identity better?” – you spoke as Peter snorted loud. It brought him back to the moment he first told you his secret. You were so cool about it. Not even panicking or shouting at him for lying.

You simply accepted it as if it was a common thing. – “Maybe I just know who I can trust.” – he responded teasingly. You gave him a playful shove with a puff of making fun of him. – “Alright spidey boy.” – you joked back. Peter laughed as he felt like you had returned to him a bit. You stepped towards the streets out of the alleyway when you sensed Peter following you.

You turned around, pressing your hands against his chest to put a stop to him. – “Whoah spider boy where are you going?” – you asked. – “I’m seeing you off.” – Peter responded confused. You tilted your head a bit, hinting his suit. – “Not dressed like that you are.” – you told him with a smile. Peter rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. – “Y/n!” – you heard another voice from behind you. Turning your head you saw Peter Parker stand at the alleyway.

A soft glare on his face. Peter three took in a deep breath as you still had your hands on his chest. Confused at to what Peter Parker was doing here. You let go of Peter, turning around to block his suit from his prying eyes. – “It’s not what you think. He’s a fan.” – you said chuckling. – “You told her!” – Peter Parker shouted at Peter behind you. Taking a step back from Peter, you stared confused between the two of them.

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cheezyneedz · 9 months

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Your Boyfriend Sketches (real)

I was literally on this canvas for 6 1/2 hours… I’m too slow (sonic isn’t proud F)

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happylandknightkid · 9 days

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At midnight 🌝

Y/N the cat part 6

#peter your boyfriend #your boyfriend game #your boyfriend #peter. y/n.#peter x y/n #comic #cat

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tikacika · 2 months

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#art #your boyfriend game #peter dunbar #peter x y/n #your boyfriend game tk

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Peter: Hey, are you free? Y/N: No, I'm expensive.

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narcissisticmf · 2 years

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the golden witch | peter pevensie x fem!reader

description: y/n returns to narnia with the pevensies and discovers something powerful about herself.

trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of war/violence, mentions of death, etc.

requested by: @oyasumimosura

word count: 3k

The warm air gently grazed across your skin, causing an array of goosebumps to sprout along your arms and legs. Your pupils dilated as you looked up to see the clouds gloomy over Aslan's How. Your lips enclosed together as you sat atop the bricks, overlooking the empty field.

Your eyes flickered golden as you scanned the perimeter, letting the wind softly move through the strands of your hair. Your fingers rested against the stone as your legs dangled over the ledge.

"Is something on your mind, Y/N?" Peter's voice broke you from the comfortable silence that filled the air.

"A lot of things, actually," You replied in a soft whisper as Peter took a seat beside you, his knee gently brushed against your thigh as he situated himself close to you.

Peter's silence was a way for you to know that you could continue and express what was on your mind. It was something that you picked up on from knowing him for so long.

"It's getting easier to control," You looked down at your hands and motioned your fingertips to release a glitter of golden, yellow energy that surrounded your hand. "The longer that I'm here, the stronger I become, Peter," You admitted, looking to him as you found his gaze was already locked with yours.

"What do you mean?" Peter questioned softly.

"Maybe I shouldn't go back," You replied. Peter's lips parted as you continued to speak, "I don't ever have to hide myself, Peter. Back in England, I'm always trying to conceal what I was born with. Here, I don't have to. I can finally own it and do good with it."

You could see Peter was both worried, but also delighted for you. You felt him inch closer to you as you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his torso, as his draped around your shoulders.

"You never wanted to go back, did you?" Peter questioned after a few moments of stillness.

"No," You admitted, "This is my home."

You could hear Peter's smile growing as you kept yourself close against him. In the distance of the How, you could see a group of men marching forth and onto the field. Your lips parted slowly as you pulled back from Peter, slowly standing up onto the ledge of stone.

"Peter.." You breathed out softly as the Telmarines emerged from the trees. The High King stood up and examined the troops stood before the How.

Releasing a couple nervous breaths, you stood before the table that was in the center of the room, preparing protection sachets for Susan and Lucy. Your fingers grabbed a pinch of ground dill and lavender, placing them into the two cloths. Using your fingertips, you gently motioned them above the ingredients in the cloth and let a glitter of gold fall upon them. Swiftly, you tied the two cloths with a string.

"Cakes and kettledrums! That's your next big plan? Sending a little girl alone into the darkest parts of the forest alone?" Trumpkin stood across the table from you, worried for Lucy.

"It's our only chance," Peter stated.

"And she won't be alone," Susan interjected.

You watched as Trumpkin walked towards Lucy with a saddened expression, "Haven't enough of us died already?"

Trufflehunter spoke up from the corner of the room, "Nikabrik was my friend too, but he lost hope. Queen Lucy hasn't. And neither have I."

You offered a soft grin, remembering Aslan from when you arrived in Narnia for the first time.

"For Aslan," Reepicheep stated.

The Bulgy Bear stood behind Peter, "For Aslan!"

Trumpkin stared at Lucy, "I'm going with you."

"No, we need you here," Lucy replied and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"They'll be safe," You held the sachets in your hands and walked towards Lucy and Susan. "Keep these on you at all times and any danger will stay off your path," You handed one of the sachets to Lucy and the other to Susan.

"Thanks," Susan offered a small grin.

"We have to hold them off until Lucy and Susan get back," Peter suggested.

"If I may.." Caspian started and stepped forward to Peter, "Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer. But as king, he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his people. There is one in particular that may buy us some time."

Walking out of Aslan's How with Peter and Edmund, you could hear the Narnians cheering their kings on with all their might and will. You stood close beside Peter as the three of you stood before the circle of cement in which the single combat would take place.

"Here," You placed a small strengthening sachet into Peter's pocket, in order for him to keep a strong sense of stamina throughout his fight.

"Thank you," Peter offered a small grin. He, then, drew his sword and stepped forward. You remained back with Edmund.

Miraz also stepped forward and the two of them began to circle the cement.

"There is still time to surrender," Miraz stated.

"Well, feel free," Peter replied.

"How many more must die for the throne?" Miraz questioned.

"Just one," Peter pulled down his helmet and jumped at Miraz. The two of them begin fighting, clashing their swords against one another's shields as the armies cheered from behind them.

Peter struck Miraz in the back. Miraz knocked off Peter's helmet, and then his coif. Peter swung low, and sliced at Miraz's leg. Miraz took a strike at Peter causing him to fall over, but quickly turned over. Miraz swung his blade again, but Peter turned over to roll out of the way. With all of his might, Peter continued to dodge the strikes that were hit upon him using his shield. He, then, stopped and Miraz tripped. They both quickly got up, breathing heavily. Peter looked over Miraz's shoulder and saw Caspian and Susan riding up.

You followed Peter's gaze and turned to see Caspian and Susan, but no Lucy. You furrowed your brow and watched as Peter stopped before Miraz.

"Does his highness need a respite?" He spoke angrily.

"Five minutes?" Peter breathed out.

"Three," Miraz spat.

Peter limped back towards you and Edmund, as Caspian and Susan walked forth. You released a soft breath as you noticed Peter was in severe pain, holding his arm as though it was twisted badly.

"Lucy.." Peter breathed out, looking at Susan.

"She got through.. with a little help," Susan motioned to Caspian.

Peter looked at him and offered a soft smile, "Thanks."

"Well, you are busy," Caspian replied.

Peter looked to Susan and then to the How, seeing the archers upon the ledge. "Better get up there, just in case. I don't expect the Telmarines will keep their word," Peter stated, breathing heavily through the pain.

Susan gave a small hug to Peter and he winced softly.

"Sorry," She cringed.

"It's alright," Peter spoke through the pain.

"Be careful," She whispered and parted from her brother.

Edmund looked from the Narnians to Peter, "Keep smiling."

Peter raised his sword and forced a smile to the Narnians, receiving a large cheer from them. You smirked gently and turned to look back at Peter. Peter took a seat and winced as his arm was still bothering him.

"I think it's dislocated," He groaned.

"Allow me," You stepped towards him and gently wrapped your hand around his arm. Your eyes flickered gold as you healed his wound quickly, erasing any amount of pain he once felt there.

"How did you do that?" Peter questioned with wide eyes.

"I told you, my powers get stronger by the day," You offered a soft grin.

Peter forced a small chuckle as he stood up, feeling slightly more energy than before. Edmund offered his helmet to Peter, but he pushed it away. Miraz, also, pushed his helmet aside. They walked out to the cement and return to fighting. Peter attacked quickly, but Miraz parried. The Telmarine started hitting Peter with his shield, causing him to fall backwards. Miraz ran towards him, but Peter blocked him with his shield and tripped him. Peter knocked Miraz's sword out of his hand with every bit of force he had.

Their fight continues as Peter now possessed both his and Miraz's sword, having ripped it from his grasp. Peter failed at an attempt to puncture Miraz with the blade. Miraz knocked Peter's sword out of his hand and tried to slam his shield into Peter, but the High King of Narnia grabbed it swiftly. They twist and pull at the shield for what felt like forever. You watched with worry running through your veins.

Peter pushed himself up and harshly slammed his fist into Miraz's wounded leg, causing the man to groan deeply and fall to the ground. You smirked sadistically, your eyes flickered golden as you did so.

"Respite! Respite!" Miraz begged in a whisper.

"Now's no time for chivalry, Pete!" Edmund cried out from the sidelines, with Caspian beside him. You gently rubbed Ed's shoulder and continued watching.

Peter was hesitant as Miraz held his hands up, preparing to lose the fight. Peter lowered his arm and began to walk away, towards you and the others. After Peter's back was turned, Miraz grabbed his sword and ran towards Peter.

"Peter!" You yelled out, causing him to turn around and dodged the blade in time. Peter grabbed the handle of the sword and twisted it around to push it through Miraz's underarm, along the side of his chest. The Telmarine gasped and fell to his knees. Peter pulled the sword out and held it up, but hesitated again.

"What's the matter, boy? Too cowardly to take a life?" Miraz questioned.

"It's not mine to take," Peter whispered and turned to look at Caspian, holding out the sword to him.

Slowly, Caspian made his way towards Peter and took the sword from him as Peter made his way towards you and Edmund.

"Perhaps I was wrong. It seems you have the makings of a good Telmarine king after all," Miraz whispered and bowed his head, accepting fate. Caspian raised the sword and released an angry screams. As he lowered the sword, he stabbed the ground, letting the blade kiss the small patch of dirt in the cement.

"Not one like you. Keep your life, but I am giving the Narnians back their kingdom," Caspian spoke through his teeth. He walked away and the Narnians cheered with pride and happiness. You offered the prince a soft smile as he came towards you, Edmund and Peter.

Sopespian walked over and helped Miraz up, holding his forearm before draping it around his shoulders to prop him up.

"My king," Sopespian whispered.

"I will deal with you when this is over," Miraz whispered through his teeth.

Behind Miraz's back, Sopespian pulled out Susan's arrow. "It is over," He smiled and punctured the bow into Miraz's backside. He stepped back and watched as Miraz fell to the ground, face first.

You, along with the others, turned to see Miraz on the ground as Sopespian with anger all over his face. Your teeth clenched as the Telmarine pointed to the archers.

"Treachery! They shot him! They murdered our king! To arms!" Sopespian yelled as he ran off to the Telmarine army. You released a soft breath and cracked your knuckles as Peter turned to his army.

"Be ready!" He called out to them.

The Telmarines charged forth as you, Peter and Edmund waited at the cement before the How. Your fingers gently motioned to hold a golden glittering energy down at your side as your eyes flickered bright yellow. Caspian rode on horseback into the How where Narnians were waiting for him.

Peter began to slowly count to ten. Your heartbeat slowed as you watched the Telmarines charge towards the How. You noticed their large machinery began to fire stone balls to the tomb.

You released a breath and brought your hands up to hold the stones with a golden energy that wrapped around it. You harshly tossed it back towards the Telmarines, crushing a group of men with it into the ground.

"Keep at it, Y/N," Peter encouraged as you nodded slowly and motioned your hands to freeze another stone in the air before tossing it back at the Telmarines.

When Peter got to ten, the stone pillars underground collapsed and created a small sinkhole in the ground. The Telmarine soldiers fell into it as Caspian and the Narnians came out from underground on the other side, surrounding them. Peter and Edmund charged forth with the rest of the Narnians, fighting against the Telmarines.

You stood back as you used your golden magic to keep the stones from smashing into the How. You tossed several of them back, but they just kept coming one another the other.

An idea came to mind as your eyes glowed yellow. You gently bounced your fists together and spread them apart, creating a large amount of golden energy between your hands. You conjured a large force field that you built up around the How, blocking the stones from entering the tomb.

The stones that crashed into the force field, turned to dust as soon as it came into contact with it. You smirked softly and the field stayed up. You closed your eyes for a moment and opened them, revealing the bright yellow of them.

To one of the Telmarine generals, you found his gaze upon you in the field and smiled devilishly, getting into his head. You could sense his fears and deepest desires.

Run, your voice echoed in his head as he immediately ran off into the opposite direction, leaving without a fight.

"We can defeat them in we draw them to the river," One of the soldiers suggested to Sopespian.

"To Beruna!" He called out to his soldiers and watched as they ran towards the forest. You ran after them with Peter, Susan, Edmund and Caspian. While following them, your fingers formed balls of golden energy. You tossed them through the Telmarine soldiers, causing most of them to be knocked down.

Once you made it to the river, everyone stopped as Lucy was on the other side of the bridge. Sopespian brings the army to a halt. She drew her dagger and grinned, holding it down at her side. Aslan joined behind her. Sopespian stared more, looking to and fro, as if trying to figure out what to do in the moment.

"Charge!" Sopespian exclaimed as his army ran across the bridge, but stopped halfway when Aslan released a dangerous roar. The water beneath the bridge began to behave strangely. The water built up to form a god-like creature, pulling the bridge and watching as the soldiers fell off. Sopespian stood alone on his horseback, in the river-god's hand. He swung his sword wildly as the water crashed down onto him.

The water soon came to a gentle calm as the Telmarines funneled out of it, dropping their swords to the Narnians. You grinned as you crossed the water before Aslan with Peter, Susan, Edmund and Caspian. All of you knelt before him.

"Rise, kings and queens of Narnia," Aslan instructed as you, Peter, Susan, and Edmund rose to stand.

"All of you," He stated as Caspian was still knelt down.

"I do not think I am ready," Caspian spoke softly.

"It's for that very reason I know you are," Aslan replied as Caspian slowly rose to his feet.

Your lips enclosed together as you were standing upon the Narnian kingdom, looking over the water below. Your eyes were glassy as you leaned over the ledge, resting your arms against it. The wind briskly moved through the strands of your hair as you got lost in the beauty of the horizon.

"You did amazing out there today," Peter's voice caused you to turn your head back to look at him. Your lips curved into a gentle grin as you stood up straight, watching as he walked towards you.

"Thank you," You muttered quietly. "There's something about the magic here that makes it so easy to control," You admitted and lifted your hand, gently releasing a glitter of gold between your fingers. "I can feel it growing stronger, Peter," You lowered your hand, the golden energy faded.

"You wanna stay, don't you?" Peter asked as he lifted his brows gently.

Your lips formed a bigger smile, "I feel safe here, but I don't want my staying back to hinder you from leaving if that's what you want for yourself."

Peter cupped your face with his large hands. Your eyes glistened in the moonlight as he pressed his forehead against yours. The closeness felt natural as Peter lowered his head to press his warm lips against your own. You held your hands against his wrists, molding your lips with his as though they were crafted by the heavens. You could feel Peter's beating heart through his blouse as he slowly dropped his hands down from your face to your torso, sneaking them around to pull you in tighter.

Your hands moved up to his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You leaned your head back and tasted his warm lips against your own. You felt as peace and safe, more so than you ever did before.

Peter pulled back and smiled softly down at you, gently brushing his nose against yours as his forehead was resting to yours. "I'm not going anywhere without you," His voice was gentle and came out in a whisper.

Your glossy lips curved into a big smile and you wasted no time to wrap your arms around him tighter, sinking into his embrace as he returned the gesture. Your cheek was pressed into his chest as he gently leaned his chin against the top of your head.

"I love you, Peter," You whispered and squeezed yourself against him tighter. Your voice sounded muffled against his the material of his blouse.

You could hear his smile as Peter pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I love you, my beautiful golden witch."

a/n: hi, angels!! i absolutely LOVE this idea and i'm so glad it was requested! i've been wanting to try something like this for a while and i'm happy that i was able to do it. i hope this is what you were both expecting and wanting, to the individual that requested this piece. thank you for your support and as always treat people with kindness. much love, my dears <33 — angelina.

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drunk-cryptic-witch · 2 years

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Harley: y/n y/n guess what!

Y/n: What

Harley: I replaced Parker’s pills with those fake ones that turn into little animals

Y/n: Oh that’s evil *half scared half interested*

Peter, from the other room: I THREW UP A ZEBRA

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unexpected turns

wc: 6.5k

pairing: peter parker x reader

a/n: another one i’ve had written for a while so don’t be scared to send in requests!!

warnings: cursing, asshole!peter, enemies??to?lovers?????, mentions of sexual assault/harassment (my dm's are always open i promise <3)

you were a perfectionist. sure, some people might've seen it as a flaw, but some might say it was an honorable trait of yours. it's why you were so good in what you did, your notes taken in school were always the neatest, and your posture was always the straightest in ballet class. it was basically the reason for all your success.

which is why it bothered you especially when some messy, teenage boy swooped in and got everything right. he got all the good grades, amazing internships, and friends who actually cared.

you were in math class when your quizzes from last week were getting passed out. "okay, everyone," your teacher started, "honestly i expected better from everyone considering we spent extra time going over this lesson, and the question were reviewed countless times just in class. let alone if you actually studied." she sighed.

you rolled your eyes. every single teacher gave the same speech whether the grades were good or not. but you weren't worried you knew you had this quiz aced, you'd stayed up all night studying.

"but there was one grade i was actually proud of," she started off again. you straightened in your seat, ready for your name to be called out. but she turned, "peter, great job. highest mark out of all my classes." peter just smiled politely in his seat. that was before he turned to you with a cocky look on his face. oh, how bad you just wanted to smack it right off.

you were shocked. okay, maybe it wasn't that bad, maybe you were just a few points below him and you could handle that. you could handle his endless teasing because you had more important things going on.

your teacher started around the classroom, sharing something with each student whose desk she laid a paper upon. and when she came to you, you could already tell by the look on her face that this was not good.

"y/n, i expected better from you," she told you, handing you your paper and giving you a disappointed look.

it took you a second to catch your breath when you looked at the paper. sixty-five. you couldn't remember the last time you'd gotten a sixty-five on a test. hell, you'd never gotten a sixty-five on anything.

the shock must've shown on your face pretty clearly cause your friend in the seat beside you took one look at you and asked, "hey, you okay?"

even peter saw how your face paled and got a worried look. not that he even cared, or you even noticed.

it didn't help that your friend (who you knew was too busy out partying to get any studying done) had gotten a higher mark than you. they just shrugged saying, "honestly it doesn't even matter. maybe this lesson just wasn't your strong point. plus it is just one quiz."

sure, just one quiz today. but what about tomorrow's test in biology. or next week's project in chemistry. maybe you had done your best and it was only downhill from here. maybe you just weren't as smart as everyone made you out to be, as you made yourself out to be. maybe, one of the only things you thought you were actually good at, you just weren't.

your breathing started getting heavier and quicker. so as soon as the bell rang you rushed up to your teacher's desk, holding your graded paper in hand. "hey excuse me, ma'am, i was just wondering is there any way that this is the wrong paper?"

she gave you a weird look, "miss y/l/n, that is definitely your paper. i can always tell when students don't study and show up expecting to know everything but i didn't think id ever see it from you."

"wait you don't understand, i did study. that's all i did for, like, two nights straight and i'm not even free enough to have that much time for studying in my agenda. but i still did it."

she shrugged, "i don't know what to tell you, it's your grade. i mean i can always ask one of the other kids to tutor you, how about peter-," you faked a smile, "y'know what, i'm good."

you'd sell your soul before you agreed to have parker tutor you. and with that, you left the classroom keeping your head down but as soon as you turned, you were blocked by a tall body.

"hey, y'know, i would just love to tutor you," an all too familiar voice said to you. you didn't have time for this. "leave me alone parker, i don't have time for this," you muttered but even you could tell you sounded a little choked.

"hey what's wrong?" he asked, but you missed the hint of genuine concern in his voice because, well, why the hell would peter fucking parker be concerned for you.

you didn't bother answering, not really wanting to deal with the endless teasing. you weren't up for it at the moment. so you ran to the only place even peter couldn't follow you, the girls' bathroom.

you ran in and rushed into the nearest open stall, slamming it shut and locking it behind you. you just needed to breathe. just breathe. it's not that big a deal, at least that's what you kept trying to tell yourself. you weren't lying when you had said that you didn't really have time to study (yet that didn't mean you didn't make time) because these past few days you'd been practicing like a maniac.

your ballet class had been chosen to audition for a ballet recital taking place at a huge theater in the city. it was your goal to get the 'soloist' role and if one math quiz was the price to pay for it, then so be it.

you calmed yourself down using different breathing exercises and telling yourself that you just needed to hang on till the end of the day and then, dance. it was the only thing that calmed you down, no exception. and, honestly, that was exactly what you needed at the moment.

taking too long for your liking, the school day finally finished. but not without some troubles, simple ones but troubles nonetheless. you had been assigned a 6,000-word-essay that was due in 3 days (which you and your friends thought was absurd considering your class had just finished a long book essay), your parents had notified you that neither of them could pick you up after school so you had to take the subway to dance class, and parker wouldn't stop bugging you.

sure you expected some teasing on his part about you freaking out over a bad grade, especially since he was the one who got the highest grade out of everyone in that class. but he was constantly on you, it was kinda freaking you out if you were being honest.

you were holding your books, pushing open the school doors ready to leave when you were blocked by someone. you weren't exactly expecting for your path to be blocked, and with the rush of all the other students around you, you fell on top of the mystery person.

they caught you easily, holding you tight making sure you wouldn't fall but you were still embarrassed. you pulled back ready to spew out a dozen apologies until you saw who it was. parker.

the boy held his hands up, a grin playing at his lips, "woah, falling for me already?"

you scoffed and pushed past his to continue walking. you were not going to be late to dance just cause you were too busy bickering with peter. but, to your dismay, he kept following you.

"look, i don't have the time for this peter. leave me alone i'm gonna be late," you said seriously. the day was bad enough and you just needed to blow off some steam the only way you knew how.

"oh yeah? what's got you in a rush," he sounded intrigued. so you decided to toy with him, "a date." you paused and turned to face him, smiling widely. you tried your best to mimic the face that of a love-struck-teenage-girl like from all the films you love watching so much.

and apparently, it worked well. peter looked shocked, making you laugh, "what? think you were the only guy worth my time parker?"

his hand reached up to the back of his neck and the look on his face changed a little, almost looking more guarded. "uh, whatever. just remembered i gotta got," and just a soon as he appeared, he was gone, ready to blow off steam the only way he knew how. swinging around town. unbeknownst to you of course.

you rolled your eyes and turned back towards the path you were walking down before you were interrupted. why did he look so shocked? was it really that unbelievable that someone would want to go out with you? you didn't care though, it's not like anyone had caught your eye at the moment. you had so much to do, schoolwork, dance work, social work, and, soon, college-applying work. so even if you wanted to, you didn't really have time for dating on your agenda.

was it the truth, though, when you said no one had caught your eye? you couldn't help the tingly feeling in your gut when he stared a bit too long after a snarky comment, or-

you cut off your own thoughts, rolling your eyes at how ridiculous you sounded. if only peter could see your thoughts now. he would never shut up.

you didn't always despise the boy, in fact, the quite opposite. you had always rather admired him throughout middle school and the beginning of high. he was always quiet and well-reserved. he was smart and sweet and funny, up until he started bashing you for absolutely no reason. he started talking out when you were called on in class or giving a presentation. trying to say anything to prove your point wrong.

of course, his sweet side was still there. just not with you. you'd seen him with his friends, the way he'd throw his head back laughing, eyes crinkling at the edges. how he'd make funny faces or dramatic hand motions when he would be sharing a story with his best friend, ned leeds.

you couldn't help but wonder, why did he hate you so much? before he'd started being mean you'd been nothing but nice to him. so you couldn't think of any time you'd gotten on his bad side.

your thoughts were soon pulled to a stop as you stepped out of the subway, turned the corner, and came face-to-face with your favorite building in the city. your dance studio.

class was over before you knew it but you didn't really mind. you couldn't really focus today, none of the other girls either. you were all too excited, too anxious, basically on the balls of your feet. everyone was dying to know who had gotten what role.

after you'd all finished rehearsal, you'd gathered in the locker getting your things ready to go home for the day. there was a buzz in the air around you, all of you anticipating the moment madam alarie would come in to grace you all with the news.

this could be life-changing and you all knew it, there would be so many new faces to flaunt your talents towards. and there would most definitely be scouts and getting noticed by someone could just be the only thing you needed to get into a huge ballet school and make a name for yourself in the dance industry.

and soon enough ms. alarie walked in, hands behind her back, smirk playing on her lips, "alright girls, i know this is the moment you've all been waiting for so i'm not going to torture you any longer." she brought out her hands holding a slip of paper. your breath caught in your throat.

she walked up to the pinboard as you all gathered around her. she turned around and laughed, "take a look girls, congratulations." she smiled, which was rare. as soon as she even took a step out of the way, you all rushed up eager to see the results.

you heard girls beginning to squeal once they saw their names and you grinned even harder. that was, until you saw where your name was placed.

backup dancer 3?

how? when? you had not expected this. at all.

the other girls around were all jumping up and down and bragging about what they'd gotten while you just stood there.

soon the locker room began to clear out and it was just you and a few girls left, but even in this shock, you knew you had to get home before it got too dark. you still had to walk so you had to hurry.

you didn't bother changing into regular clothes, just throwing a large zip-up hoodie on top of your dance clothes, grabbing your duffel bag, and leaving. you were in shock, how could this happen?

you were a failure now. you weren't good at anything, not school, not dance. what else did you have? when you didn't have friends or school, you'd always had your dancing. it kept you stable if you were being honest, and seeing you being put down like that? it didn't help the insecure thoughts you'd had about you never actually being good in the first place.

you were so lost in thought that you didn't notice how dark it was getting. or the two figures poking out of an alleyway as you got closer. you did notice, however, when your arm got yanked pretty hard, pulling you into the alley.

your back hit the cold brick wall hard as one of them pushed you into it. "well looky what we have here," he smirked looking at his friend, who was holding you against the wall, his face a little too close to yours.

he stroked his finger across your face, tracing some invisible path. you thrashed and squirmed under his grip trying to get loose but he was just too big for you. he chuckled, "quite a pretty doll, aren't ya hun?"

you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself, freaking out would get you nowhere at this moment. you were still shaking, though, when you said, "look i don't have any money on me right now," your voice was steady despite every other body part of yours trembling, "can't you just let me go." there it was, your voice broke at the end of that sentence, showing them just how scared you were.

they both just chuckled when one of them decided to reply, "look at her, she actually thinks we'll let her go." they both laughed some more. "nah hun, you won't be payin' us in money tonight," they shared a look that sent a chill throughout your whole body.

"the only ones who are gonna be payin' are your moms when they try to bail you out of jail," replied a strange voice before you saw a familiar red and blue suit land in front of you. you almost fainted with relief once you saw the friendly neighborhood spider who had shown up in queens about two months ago.

he punched both guys hard in the face, knocking them out, before pushing them up to the wall and webbing them till all you could see was white. as if they were cocooned.

"honestly, guys" he sighed, still having not turned in your direction yet, "this is like what? the third time this week? i don't even think bail is an option at this point. its probably just straight up prison-"

he stopped his little rant when he noticed you wide-eyed against the wall. "hey," he reached a hand out to comfort you but you flinched. he could've sworn he heard his heart crack.

"hey," he repeated, softer and gentler this time, "what are you doing out so late?" of course he already knew why. or he thought he did after what you'd already told him at school. which is why your answer now surprised him

"dance practice," you muttered, so low that if it hadn't been for his enhanced hearing, he wouldn't have heard. he was shocked, to say the least. "so it wasn't a date" he mumbled, his spirits suddenly uplifted. however, you were too shaky to have heard that (which he was the most grateful for). the thought of what had just happened (what could've happened) kept running through your mind.

you had a strange feeling that something was missing and that's when you realized your bag was still on the floor. those douches had thrown it to the side when they had you up against the wall. when they almost-

no.

you weren't going to think about that. so with shaky hands, you bent over to grab it unaware of spider-man watching your every action. once you were steady on your feet again, you looked towards the superhero, a little confused by his expression.

he reached for your duffel bag, an expectant look on his...mask? you handed it to him anyway, your hands trembling as they met his. he caught that and decided you needed a distraction. so he went off about different things that had happened to him that day, and while you weren't really able to focus, you were grateful that he cared enough to try. people always said he was chatty and witty but actually seeing it was different. almost reminding you of someone, but being so shaken up, you didn't really try to remember who.

you were a little embarrassed. you meet this superhero who's always on the news for all the good things he's been doing all around new york, and here you were, scared out of your wits. he had taken both guys down with no trouble at all, yet you struggled to even walk home at this point.

"- and in the end, she gave me churro, which had me all like 'aw you didn't have to do that, i do this cause i enjoy it, not for presents' but she insisted and BOY, am i glad she did. that was the best churro I've ever had and," he stopped when you stopped walking and stood in front of the entrance to your apartment building.

"well, we're here," you gave him a small smile, but it didn't quite reach your eyes. he scratched the back of his neck, "oh, well have a good day?" he told you but it came out more like a question. you almost laughed at how ridiculous it was, he saved you from those guys who had god knows what planned for you and here he was acting as though he'd just walked you home from a coffee shop, all chill but nervous at the same time.

you laughed but it was a little forced, your mind was still all over the place. his fingers played with the material of his suit as he cleared his throat, "so, uh, listen. i know these things aren't easy to forget, just know it wasn't, and never will be, your fault." those words comforted you and you felt yourself relax a little.

he continued, "and if you ever need someone to talk to anything about, without the worry of any kind of judgment, i'll be around where I'm needed." his mask shifted into what you thought was a smile, and one of his white pupils twitched, which was probably the closest he could get to a wink in that mask.

you laughed and this time it wasn't so forced, more naturally. it warmed peter's heart to hear that laugh and he almost said so until he realized how creepy it would've sounded. for all you were concerned, you had just met and this was not peter parker, the guys who always loved to torment and tease you with all his might. no, he was just the friendly neighborhood spider-man who was always this nice and chatty with civilians. right?

"well thank you again, mr. spider. and, i might just take you up on that offer. plus i wouldn't mind grabbing you a churro when we talk," were you stupid for asking out spider-man? yes. but you didn't really mean it as a date, more like a therapy session with snacks.

he was grinning ear-to-ear, but you couldn't really tell, "really? well now i'll be sure to show up."

you gave him a small smile, hand on the door to your apartment complex, "well bye spider-boy." he shot a web and scoffed, "it's spider-man," before he just flew from right in front of you.

you pushed open the lobby doors before heading to the elevator. tomorrow was gonna be interesting.

school was pretty normal the next day and you were doing good at acting like everything was fine. and everything was fine. other than the fact that you were assaulted and basically made friends with queen's friendly neighborhood spider-man. but you were thankfully for him, pretty sure that if he hadn't been as friendly as he'd been, you probably wouldn't be as stable as you were now.

sure everything was normal, everything but peter. he kept giving you these looks that made you squirm. they weren't glares or snide or anything like that, no not that. but maybe you should consider this your new normal, after all, they were the same looks he was giving you yesterday. maybe this was his new way of getting to you. god, this boy was going to be the death of you.

the bell signaling 7th period, your final class of the day, was over rang and you let out a quiet sigh. finally. at this point, you just wanted to go home binge your comfort show.

you put up all your textbooks in your locker and slammed it shut. you started heading towards the exit doors, just another student stuck in the bustle of the halls at midtown high.

until you felt a tap on your shoulder. you turned around, not really sure what to expect but you sure as hell weren't expecting peter parker to be standing there with a soft smile on his face.

"hey," he said almost kindly and the shock and confusion must have shown on your face because he let out a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his neck, "well no need to look at me like that."

you looked him up and down, “what do you want?” but it came out a little harsher than you expected.

he held up both his hands in defense, "just wanted to ask how you were doing. you seemed even more on edge than usual today."

you were definitely taken aback. how was it that peter had noticed, even after you made extra sure to act normal. even after the people you normally hung out with didn't spare you a second glance today.

you suddenly felt very defensive, you weren't about to let parker know about your personal problems when it was already bad enough that he knew about your academic ones.

"well, thank you but i'm fine'" you said cooly, quickly turning away just realizing the hall wasn't as crowded now.

peter scoffed, "well that didn't sound very grateful."

you had made it to the end of the hall now. you pushed open the big door and stopped right there before turning back to him, "excuse me? i didn't force you to come ask me how i am parker. god, if you're gonna guilt-trip me why'd you even bother asking?"

"i'm not even sure myself," he replied rudely. you were fuming now.

he seemed to have just noticed how his tone had come out and his face fell, "look y/n, i didn't mean it like that-,"

you held up a hand, "oh no, i know exactly how you meant it. just leave me be parker, please," you whispered the last part so you weren't even sure if he'd heard you. but he did.

before he could answer, you left quickly making your way across the schoolyard and soon enough walking down the stairs into the subway.

you'd decided to take the subway today because you weren't quite sure if you were ready to walk the streets alone again just yet.

while waiting, your thoughts got the best of you and, because somehow they always do, they ended up on peter.

he wasn't obligated to come check up on you so why did he treat it like a chore. he had chosen to ask. and just the fact that he'd bothered to ask just meant that he thought something was up so what did he expect ?

of course, given your method of transportation, you got home quicker than you usually would've which cut off all your overcomplicated thinking.

your parents weren't home yet so you just went straight to your room. everything was fine, that's was, until you heard a knocking sound on your window.

your whole body went cold. it was like all of a sudden all the blood collectively stopped running through your veins. who the hell would knock on your window ?

then it happened again, just the briefest of taps, before a voice spoke, "i know your in there, i can see your feet from under the curtains."

you let out a breath, it was just spider-man. after all his voice was hard to miss when he had the pitch to it. some sort of cloaking device, you guessed, so no one would recognize him.

you walked over and pushed the curtain to the side. it took everything in you not to grin uncontrollably at the sight. you had queen's hero hanging upside down from your fire escape.

he dropped down and tilted his head to the side as if urging you to open the window. so you did.

"hey," he said while you climbed out your window to sit with him.

"hey," you replied and you weren't really sure how you weren't absolutely losing your shit right now. of course yesterday you knew why you didn't react sooner but now, it was really hitting you that you were talking to SPIDER-MAN. like the dude was basically an avenger.

"whatcha thinking about," he asked so you decided to reply honestly.

"you."

"well can't blame you, i know i'm unbelievably charming," he said while tugging up a fake collar.

you laughed, "humble much? anyways not like that just the fact that i'm talking to a literal superhero."

"don't worry we don't bite," his mask shifted into what you assumed was a cheeky grin.

you let out another laugh, "you sure? cause i know some spiders that do bite and boy, it isn't pretty."

the eyes of his mask squinted, "well," he pointed both his thumbs at his chest, "not this spider."

you smiled softly, "good to know."

"how you doin'?"

"good actually," you looked towards him, "all thanks to you of course."

he kept quiet. as a cool breeze flew past, you closed your eyes, leaned your head back and just let out a sigh.

"y'know," he said quietly, "you should go out. hang out with some friends. it'll make you feel better, i swear. i speak from experience."

you laugh quietly, "yeah? well, i'll be sure to let you know how it is when i actually make friends."

you didn't need to see his face to know he was shocked, "what? what do you mean? you don't have friends?"

the laugh you let out had no humor in it whatsoever, "well i have people to talk to and sit with at school but i wouldn't go as far as to call them friends," you paused for a moment, "yeah I'm pretty sure they only keep me around for the homework answers," you let out another bitter laugh but spider-man didn't seem to find it as funny.

"well no," he exclaimed, his voices slightly rising.

you gave him a face, "what's with you? you asked and i simply answered," you stated.

he shook his head, "i refuse to believe it. surely there's got to be someone you're close with. y'know, someone who you feel comfortable talking too..." he trailed off, "yea, i don't know but there's gotta be someone."

you sat and thought about for a moment, sure you would find nothing, when it hit you. this time you let out an actual laugh, startling the bug next to you.

"what? what is it," he asked, sounding very interested. you only laugh some more shaking your head and waving your hand.

"god," you half speak, half wheeze, out of breath from your fit, "its just there is someone i talk to every day. it's just he's TOTALLY not my friend."

"who," he asked, curious. peter was going through all the viable options in his head but he couldn't, for the life of him, find out who you were talking about. there was someone but...no it couldn't be. right? please oh my god don't say-

"parker," his heart stopped after hearing you say his name.

"what," he let out but it sounded more like a squeak (even weirder considering he has his voice mask on so, truly, it sounded like tires screeching). he cleared his throat trying to steady his voice.

you continued on, not really noticing his shock, "yeah. there's this kid, peter parker. boy, does he make sure he talks to me every day. he's the only one he does," you stop for a second, contemplating your next words, "honestly, you think if someone is on you that much, they care," you scoff.

spider-man was still a mess next to you but you didn't really care, too caught up in this kiddish relationship going on between you and peter.

he finally decides to speak up though, "well, how do you know he doesn't care," he asked even though he knew the answer.

you made a weird noise, something in-between a snort and a laugh, "the kid hates me, the only reason he DOES talk to me is cause he sees me as competition. it's not like he says anything nice when he talks to me either, it's all just mean insults and bragging about how he's smarter than me and better than me at everything."

peter felt bad. he always admired you and you're determination. he always saw you as "too smart" for him so how else to start a conversation with you than to be a total ass.

"i just-" you sighed tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, the new york wind continuously blowing it out of place, "it just sucks that everything he says is true," you mumbled.

the wide-blown face-mask-eyes of his said enough, "there's no way some dick at school has you thinking like this !"

"its true," you exclaim, rushing before he could cut you off, "he literally aces every test while having more tardies than everyone in the whole school combined. that's only his mornings because after school, he's always talking about his stark internship where he spends the rest of his day, and, unless he gets no sleep, he probably doesn't study," you took a breath, "and yet here i am failing my math tests and going nowhere in my ballet career, which can't even be a career if everything keeps going at this rate."

this time, spider-man laughed and for a second you were scared he was going to make fun of you and all your stupid rambling.

instead, he said, "the only correct thing about everything you just said was the 'no sleep' because i can definitely confirm for you that i get NO sleep, at this point, i just drink cups and cups of coffee on end. sure its a little troubling considering how many times i have to go to the bathroom a day but-" fuck. no fucking way. shit. there's no way he actually just said all that out loud. but when he saw your expression, he knew.

"oh. my. god." your eyes were wide because there's was absolutely NO FUCKING WAY. unless there was.

"oh my GOD," you said, louder this time. you stood up so quickly you scared him. "parker, i swear if it's you under that fucking mask-" but he cut you off, also standing up now.

"what? no, i have no idea what you're talking about i swear-" now it was your turn to interrupt him. you reached your hand forward and yanked off his mask.

standing in front of you now was intact peter parker. his face flushed, eyes wide and hair messy, looking as shocked as you felt.

he looked down before mumbling, "you should really be more careful with that, almost tugged my ears off my head."

you scoffed, shocked at the sheer audacity, "i don't give a shit about you and your big ears parker," a look of hurt flashed over his face and you would've laughed if you weren't so mad.

"do you think this is funny or some shit ? is this a prank you and ned are pulling, because wow this is low even for you-"

"NO," he shouted, hands flying up in defense, "no," he repeated but not as loud this time, "i promise none of this was a joke. i actually really like you y/n, believe it or not."

"not," you scoffed.

but he just ignored you, "look i know this was probably really wrong of me and i shouldn't have come here today but i saw you at school, just looking scared and uncomfortable all day. i just knew you wouldn't tell anyone but i already knew even though i didn't, not that you knew anyways because y'know i saved you but as spider-man which you didn't know i was. until now which I'm lucky i got this far cause you're so smart i'm surprised you didn't figure it out earlier-"

"peter," you say softly, trying to cut him off of his rambling.

his face turned even redder which you just assumed was from the cold but it was really just him trying not to dwell too hard on the fact that you just called him 'peter' for the first time instead of 'parker'

"um right" he shook his head, his messy hair just getting messier, "like i said before, i know i probably shouldn't have done this but after seeing you like that at school all day you just looked like you needed someone to talk to. knowing how stubborn you are i knew you probably wouldn't tell anyone but there was someone who already knew," he stopped, "me," he said weakly.

you sighed, "you had good intentions, i can't deny that parker. nor can i deny that im stubborn, as much as id like to," you mumbled that last part so low, sure he wouldn't hear it but his laugh proved you otherwise.

"yeah very stubborn, imagine not being able to admit that you're better than me," he laughed but you shook your head, "come on parker, even i can't deny you have a really smart mind. a little slow? yes. but smart nonetheless."

he faked and offended look but laughed it right off, "well thanks y/l/n but even i can't deny that the only reason i was ever such a dick to you was that i thought it was the only way i could get your attention which i realize now was a very stupid decision on my side when honestly i should've just sucked it up and asked you on a date when there might've still been a chance that you would like me."

to say you were shocked would be an understatement, peter parker being mean to you because he had a crush on you. who would've thought it?

your shock must've shown on your face because he piped up, "i don't expect you to say anything, really. i get it i was a bitch i wouldn't blame you for being uncomfortable around me or anything," he flung his arm out, wrist flipping in a motion where you knew he was about to swing off.

almost as if on instinct, your hand reached out to grab him. he stopped, giving you a look almost asking ‘why?’ and you would answer as soon as you found out yourself.

"i actually had a thing for you too," you said, his expression only becoming more confused, "y'know, before you were a total ass of course," a small smile growing on your lips as well as his.

you both stood there just staring at each other. you realized how beautiful his eyes were with the dim reflection of the streetlights below you making their color pop. the tips of his hair glowed paler and the shine of the moon and from the soft look on his face, it was hard to believe that you despised his guts not even twenty minutes ago.

peter was also drinking in your features, noticing things he'd never seen before, never getting the chance to be this close. he loved how the end of your brows we untamed and curly, he loved the tiny minuscule scars on your forehead, something he could only guess were stories from your childhood.

his eyes flicked down then back up at yours so quick you wonder if you imagined it. but you know you didn't because he then asks, "can i, um is it alright if i kiss you?" his eyes wide like a child.

you laugh softly, nodding.

it was a little off at first but you both got the hang of it pretty quick. and boy, if someone had come up to you a few days ago and said that you'd be kissing peter one day, you would've laughed in their face and told them to see a doctor.

you both pulled away slowly to catch your breath. the first one to break the silence was you with a breathless laugh, "wow so that's what was behind all these years of resentment huh ?"

peter laughed, throwing his head like a little kid and you admired that despite being a superhero, he was still young at heart.

"yeah, i guess so."

he was started to lean in again when you pulled back, remembering something, "peter i have to tell you something."

he looked at you, his eyes urging you to go on, "spider-man called you a dick," you let before busting out laughing.

peter groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder. your fingers mindlessly came to play with his curls as your laughter died down.

yeah, you could get used to this.

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