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ackermancurse · 5 years

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Far From Love Chapter 2 Teaser— Full Chapter Coming 7/19

AN: I am so overwhelmed with love that you all loved the first chapter! I found enough time to get a teaser out so I will be working to get the rest of this chapter ready for Friday! Please leave me feedback in the comments and or in my inbox, I’d love to hear your thoughts on this teaser hehe

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Warnings: Far From Home Spoilers ??, fluff

Peter was ecstatic.

Not only did you call him Pete but now he was in Italy, one of the most romantic cities in the world. This was the stars aligning in your relationship’s favor.

A lot happened on the 9 hour flight; Peter caught you staring back at him (multiple times), Brad spilled grape juice all over his white shirt, MJ was somehow able to make her way to first class, Ned and Betty were boyfriend and girlfriend now?? (yeah Peter is confused about it too).

Now the class was boarding on a beatdown bus heading to the beautiful canals of Venice.

Peter was dreading sitting alone.

He watched from his seat as you walked onto the bus, you were laughing.

“Hey y/n do you uh wanna sit next to me?” Brad asks and Peter’s ears perk up, waiting for your answer.

Please say no.

“Sorry Brad but I already planned to sit next to MJ,” you respectfully decline. Brad’s face falls.

You lug your bag and make your way down the aisle. You catch eyes with Peter and smile. That’s when you feel a shove and fly into the seat next to him. MJ gives you a side smirk. You give her an ‘I’m gonna kill you’ look.

“Nice of you to drop in,” Peter jokes and you adjust your bag on the floor. You stare at him. He looked sleepy. So cuddly.

“Yup I learned from the best,” you retort. Definitely a spiderman reference.

He laughs and your heart swells so much you feel like it’s going to burst. You haven’t heard that laugh in forever. You loved making Peter laugh. You remember a time that you made him laugh so hard with an impersonation of Flash that the chocolate milk he was drinking, shot out from his nose. Neither of you could catch a breath for a solid ten minutes after that.

“So uh sorry about that,” you point back towards MJ, “You probably want some alone time after that horrendous 9 hour flight with Mr. Harrington,” you pick at your fingernails.

Please say you wanted to spend time with me.

Peter shakes his head, “Nope. I actually kinda hoped you would sit next to me somehow.”

You do a victory dance in your head.

“Okay cool,” you instantly regret saying that. Cool? Really y/n? You shut your eyes in embarrassment.

Peter looks at you and sees and eyelash resting on your cheek. He brings his fingers up to your face and hesitates. He slowly inches towards your cheek and your eyes flutter open at the touch of his fingertips. You hold your breath, scared that if you were to breathe it’d scare him away for some reason. He plucks the eyelash off your cheek, “Make a wish.” You giggle at the boy as he holds your eyelash on his index finger. You close your eyes.

I wish that we get back together soon.

You blow away the strand and open your eyes to see Peter smiling at you. He was so close you could almost kiss him.

A large bump in the road causes your body to lunge forward and now you could count the freckles spread across his nose and cheeks. You could definitely give him a quick peck at this distance now. You didn’t even notice that you were glancing from Peter’s lips back up to his beautiful brown eyes. You watch as a rosy tint forms on his face and he lets out a breathy laugh.

Peter’s phone rings, “I’m sorry it’s probably May calling really quick to check in.” He quickly pulls his phone from his front pocket in his jeans and stumbles to press the accept button, you giggle. You go off into a daze as you watch him smile when he hears his aunt’s voice.

Another one of his chocolate curls is drooping against his forehead and it moves with the bumpy road and his head nodding, “Alright, I have to let you go May. Don’t want the international bill to be too high,” he looks at you with a side grin, “Yeah uh huh I love you too. Talk to you later.” He stuffs his phone back into his pocket and rubs his hands togethers before running his fingers into his hair. His gorgeous hair.

“How’s May been? I’ve heard a few things from Happy,” you tease and Peter’s face scrunches up. “Oh gosh don’t remind me. Don’t get me wrong I love May and want her to be in love again but I didn’t think it’d be with Happy,” you laugh and Peter joins you, “But she’s really good. Tells me almost everyday that she misses you and that I should invite you over for dinner.” He whispers the last part almost not wanting you to hear it.

“I totally would have but I knew it was probably too soon,” he looks at you and you feel your stomach do flips. Curse you Peter Benjamin Parker and your good looks.

That’s when the tour bus came to a halt and you were now by the canals of Venice. The kids in your class stand up to stretch and grab their bags slowly crowding in the aisle to head to the boat that you were taking to your hotel. Or is it called a gondola? MJ would know. You’d have to ask her to double check. You don’t know if its by fate or just a weird coincidence but Peter and you are the last ones to exit the bus. He insisted on helping you with your bags, carrying them down the steps of the bus and setting them down.

“It was nice getting to talk to you more Pete… Hopefully we can do more of that on the trip, ya know like old times?” you suggest and Peter’s heart grows at your comment. “Uh yeah I’d like that,” Peter fixes the strap of his backpack and you grin.

“Well I should go with MJ,” you tilt your head towards your best friend who already made herself comfortable on a ledge by the water reading a book, “I’m gonna try to help her to focus a bit more on this trip… Have her tell me more about the Black Dahlia and the murder.” Peter chuckles and you give him a tiny wave as you walk over to MJ, gaining her attention as she shuts her book. Peter bites down on his bottom lip. He gazes around the foreign city and his eyes land on Brad who looked almost angry. Peter gave him a confused look and Brad walked towards you, tapping on your shoulder. Brad you’re a prick.

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littlelovelyspiderling · 6 years

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Hi, I recently found your blog & I love it so much! All your fics are so great & cute! I was wondering if you could write a fic where Sam & Bucky are teasing Peter & they try and steal his phone while he's texting Ned or MJ & they're basically being teasy older brothers to Peter cause that would honestly make my life. There's not enough content with the 3 of them. If you don't want to please don't feel obligated

Too cute! You got it my dude! (Sorry btw for taking so long w/ like everything I’m in school now and it SUCKS. But anyway…) @amazingmsme

Tickle Monsters

Sam and Bucky can tell Peter is hiding something. A special persuasion technique is found very effective on breaking the young hero’s stubborn disposition.

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“You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet today.”

Peter glanced up from his phone for an instant before immediately turning back to the screen. “Have I?”

“I mean, I’m not complaining. I’ve just gotten so used to developing a headache by five o’clock from all your yammering, it feels weird to be able to see straight right now.”

Peter rolled his eyes but didn’t retaliate. His thumbs flew across the virtual keyboard while he lied upside-down on the couch, legs draped over the top pillows and head dangling off the edge of the cushions. No matter where he was settled, the kid didn’t seem capable of sitting normally. Sam Wilson narrowed his eyes as he stared at him, mildly amused.

“What do you kids do on those things all day anyway? Gamble? Look at porn?”

“Yep, that’s it. The secret’s out. You got us.” Spider-Man snickered. “Gosh, you sound so old.”

Sam scoffed. From the recliner beside the couch, Bucky snorted.

“Glad I’m not the only one. The Wakandans basically thought I was a caveman.”

Sam threw his hands in the air. “Seriously, though, what are you doing right now? I gotta know what could possibly be entertaining enough to shut you up for the entire evening.”

Sam swore he saw the tiniest hint of pink rise in the kid’s upside-down face. “Just texting,” he replied. “My, um…friend.” Peter held the phone slightly closer to his chest, clearing his throat.

“Really?” Sam said. “A friend?” He raised an eyebrow at Bucky, who grinned back at him knowingly.

“Uh, yeah. That’s what I said.”

“A girl-friend, perhaps?” Bucky inquired, rising from his chair. He sat by Peter’s head as the blush in his cheeks deepened.

“W-what? No, it’s not—she isn’t—”

“Ah, a she it is then,” Sam said with enthusiasm, flopping on to the other side of the couch, smiling smugly. Now Peter was sandwiched between them. He gripped the phone like it was a lifeline.

“So? I can have girl friends. I mean—um, y’know—friends who are girls.”

“Sure you can,” Bucky agreed, slapping the kid’s shoulder. “But I’ve never seen someone beam all googly-eyed at a text conversation for as long as you have. I know a brewing love affair when I see one.”

Peter huffed and shook his head. “You’re crazy,” he grumbled. The pair of veterans always seemed to have it out for him, like two annoying older brothers. Once he joined the team, embarrassing Peter Parker became their new favorite pastime. Peter seriously hoped the phase would blow over quickly. At that moment, the phone buzzed in his hands, making his eyes drop to the screen and his heart skip a beat.

“Then prove us wrong,” Sam said, reaching forward. “Let me read your texts.”

Peter jerked away sharply. “What? No.” His elbow bumped into Bucky, who made a grab for the device as well.

“If you’re telling the truth, then you’ve got nothing to hide.” Bucky caught his wrist, but Peter ripped himself free, panic blooming in his throat.

“You’ll just send something weird!” he yelled. He whipped his arm around to keep it out of both men’s reach, regretting his unconventional sitting habits, struggling to free himself from the unexpected couch trap, when Sam pressed his hand against Peter’s stomach. It wasn’t on purpose, but the effect was all the same. Before he could stop himself, Peter slammed both arms down to his sides, a squeal leaping from his lips.

“What was that?” Sam snorted. Peter clutched the phone to his chest with both hands, his face heating up.

“W-what was what?” he asked, shifting nervously. “Just lay off already, would you?”

Peter thought he’d played it off well enough to divert suspicion, until a finger tasered his side, shattering what pitiful remnants were left of his facade. He jolted and yelped and glanced left to see Bucky towering over him, boasting an evil grin.

“Well, what do you know,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “Do my eyes deceive me, or is Spider-Man a little ticklish?”

Peter wanted to disintegrate. Sam smiled.

“Oh, is he now? Is that true, Spider-Man?”

Peter shook his head fervently, curling further and further into himself. As if Bucky and Sam didn’t already have enough embarrassing dirt on him. Now this? Couldn’t it be anything but this? His legs shrunk from the top of the couch to his chest.

“In that case, this situation becomes much simpler.” Sam held up both hands, wiggling his fingers threateningly. “Give us your phone, Spider-Man, or else.”

Peter looked between the two Avengers with wide eyes, hiding the device as well as he could, grasping for a way out of this, but they didn’t give him a chance to find one. The second he made a move to escape, the two heroes pounced on him.

“Ahaha!” Peter shrieked. “N-nohoho, wait!” Sam went for his right side while Bucky attacked his left, the pair gunning for every ticklish spot that was exposed. They squeezed his sides, kneaded his belly, and drilled his ribs with their evil fingers. Peter thrashed and kicked, unable to contain the explosion of giggles that immediately started pouring out of him.

“Oh dear,” Bucky chuckled, digging his thumb into hip. “The itsy-bitsy spider is very ticklish indeed.”

“How did we not figure this out sooner?” Sam wondered, dodging the kid’s flailing legs as he tickled him all over. “We’re barely even touching you, and you’re already squealing like a little spider piggy!”

Peter laughed helplessly, blushing from head to toe, bucking and squirming all over the place. “Stohohahap! Guys! Come ohohohon!” He squeaked when Bucky poked his armpit, making the two Avengers grin.

“Cough up the phone and we will, loverboy.”

Peter held his arms as tight to his sides as he could, but Bucky started pulling at his wrists to dislodge the phone, occupying him just long enough for Sam to shove both hands into the kid’s underarms. He wiggled his fingers against the incredibly ticklish spots, sending Peter into a frenzy of laughter.

“Ahahaha nohohohoho! Oh gahahahad! Gehet ohohohohoff meheehee!”

While squirming hysterically, Peter accidentally flung his legs far over his head, so much so that his weight went with them and he ended up somersaulting backwards off the couch. Taken by surprise, Sam and Bucky flinched out of the way as Spider-Man tumbled to the floor, landing ungracefully on his rear end. He sat blinking for a moment, dazed and breathless with giggles. He lifted his eyes to his tormentors, the phone still clutched in his hands. The two men smiled deviously.

“Run.”

He did not need to be told twice.

Peter bolted towards the wall, knowing that if he made it there, he could crawl to safety. It felt like he was moving faster than he ever had in his life, perhaps because the incentive for escaping was such a big motivator. He took off in a running leap, nearly there, so close to salvation, when a metal hand caught his ankle. Peter flailed and dropped to the ground. He glanced over his shoulder to see Bucky holding his leg, grinning evilly. How the hell is he so fast?! Peter thought. He often forgot just how super the super-soldier serum had made him.

Sam was on him a second later. Peter couldn’t scramble away fast enough. He screeched and curled into a ball just as Sam reached him. Immediately, the Avenger started tickling his sides, scuttling his fingers up and down his torso. Peter bunched his arms and legs to his body, guarding himself and the phone as best he could, but it wasn’t enough. High-pitched laughter was soon flooding from his lips and shaking his entire frame. For reasons none of them could fathom, it seemed tickling reduced Spider-Man from a nimble, powerful superhero into a helplessly giggly kid who could do nothing but take it and laugh his ass off. It was kind of adorable.

“There’s got to be something real juicy on that phone of yours if you’re this determined not to let us see,” Sam said, worming his hands through Peter’s defenses and clawing at his ticklish tummy. “What is it, then? A heartfelt love confession? A poem maybe? Or a song? Please tell me it’s a song.”

“Ihihit’s nuhuhuhahathing!” Peter laughed. “Sahahaham! Plehehehease!”

Bucky joined the tickle-attack, drilling his fingers everywhere left vulnerable on the poor kid, making Peter twitch and jump and giggle like crazy. “I bet they just send each of a bunch of those little cartoon hearts back and forth,” he chuckled. “What are they called again? Emojicons or whatever?”

Sam snorted. “Close enough.”

Peter squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his face to the floor, his laughter muffled and punctuated by hiccups. “Ahahahahahaha! Nohoho mohohore! Nohohoho mohohohohore!” He squirmed and squealed and clung to the phone for dear life. Sam and Bucky chuckled.

“What’d you say? More? Alright, if you insist.” Sam ground his knuckles into Peter’s ribs, making him erupt with giggles. Bucky followed suit, slipping his hands underneath his shirt and squeezing his bare sides and belly. Peter collapsed on to his side, shrieking.

“NOHOHOHAHAHA! STOPSTOPSTOHOHAHAHAHAP!”

“We’ll stop when you give up!” Bucky said playfully. “Until then, we’re the Tickle Monsters! The dreaded nemeses of Spider-Man, sworn to defeat him with our evil tickle powers!”

Sam went for his neck, making him cringe and squeak. “That’s right! Give up, or we’ll tickle you to death!”

It was amusing to see the Falcon and the Winter Soldier acting so childish. Unfortunately, Peter was too busy laughing like a child to enjoy it, and their teasing was not making the unbearable tickle-attack any easier to endure. His blush deepened and his giggling climbed.

“OHOHO MY GAHAHAHAD! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Tears pricked in his eyes. He knew he was done for. He couldn’t stand it another second. Every little poke and prod were driving him mad. A sudden squeeze to his knee startled him so much, the phone clattered out of his hands, skidding across the wood to the other side of the room. Welp. Shit. That was it, then. But before anyone could get up and retrieve it, a figure stepped through the doorway, scooping it off the floor.

“Um, hi,” Tony said, studying the odd cluster of people on the ground with narrowed eyes. He held the phone out skeptically. “Peter, is this yours?”

While Bucky and Sam were distracted, Peter flew to his feet. “M-Mr. Stark! Please—don’t let them—EHEHAHAHA!”

Bucky seized him from behind before he could finish, wrapping both arms around the kid’s midsection and drilling his fingers into his tummy and sides. Peter flailed with laughter, clawing at his metal hand and kicking his legs but unable to escape the super-soldier’s grip. Bucky lifted him off the ground to decrease his leverage, wrecking the poor teenager with a barrage of tickles. Stark watched Peter laugh hysterically with confusion and amusement. Mostly amusement.

“Should I even ask what’s going on here?” he snorted.

“Nah. Just calling the kid out on an obvious lie he was telling us by looking through his texts.”

The corners of Stark’s mouth twitched upright. “A lie, huh? He is notoriously bad at those.” He eyed the giggly hero, smiling bemusedly. “So what’s all…this about then? Avenger hazing?”

“Persuasion technique. He wouldn’t give up his phone. Turns out this particular technique is incredibly effective on him.”

From how adorably pathetic Peter Parker looked, Sam’s assumption appeared sound. The kid was doubled-over with squeaky laughter, his entire face flushed pink, struggling and failing to break free of Bucky’s tickly hold. It sounded as though he was trying to squeeze in a word or two between bouts, but all of it was drowned in a bubbly waterfall of giggles. Tony bit back a chuckle.

“What’s he lying about?”

“A girl he’s been texting all day. He says they’re just friends, but we don’t buy it.”

Tony scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You people are ridiculous,” he sighed, but handed the phone off. When Peter saw the exchange occur, he started thrashing even more.

“AHAHAHAWAHAHAHAIT!” he cried. “PLEHEHEHEASE DOHOHAHAHON’T!”

“Let’s see,” Sam said, ignoring him as he went to his messages. “Ooh, okay, here we go. Two unread texts from a person named…MJ.” He started scrolling through their conversation. It went on for a significant amount of time without any breaks. They had, in fact, been texting for two hours long, back-and-forth, which was impressive. But the texts themselves? Boring. So dull. Arguments about space, math, science stuff. Homework questions. Total nerdfest, with only the occasional friendly tangent here and there, some of which made Sam cringe a little on Peter’s end. But for the most part? Completely devoid of romance. Disappointing to say the least.

“That’s all they said?” Bucky murmured, frowning.

“Please tell me I’m missing something here,” Sam scoffed. “If this really is your girlfriend, this is the saddest relationship I’ve ever seen.”

Bucky stopped tickling the kid but didn’t loosen his grip. Peter went limp, giggling dazedly, wheezing for breath. “Aheh..eheheh…oho man, plehehease…” His sides ached and his head felt loopy. “Plehease don’t tell her.”

“Tell her what?” Bucky asked. When Peter didn’t answer right away, he tweaked his side, making him flinch and squeal.

“Ahaha! Fine! Th-that I like her, okay?”

The room fell quiet. Peter’s face burned every shade of red under the sun.

“There, happy? I said it. I like her.” He huffed defeatedly, glancing around the room. “But please. I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I’m not ready for her to know yet. Just please don’t tell her, okay?”

Slowly, Bucky set him down. Peter hugged himself around the middle, grateful to be free, still short of breath, lifting his gaze to Sam desperately. A smile spread across Sam’s face. Across everyone’s faces.

“Ah, kiddo. You are too damn cute, you know that?” He clicked off the screen and tossed Peter his phone. He caught it messily, relief rushing through him. “Just look at him. Little Spidey with his little high school crush, stuck in the friend zone, too shy to tell her how he really feels. Doesn’t that just make your heart melt?”

“Shut up,” Peter mumbled, smiling coyly, shoving the phone into his pocket. Immediately, Bucky tasered him from behind, causing Peter to leap with a start and giggle sharply.

“I’d suggest speaking to us with a little more respect, Spider-ling,” he said, smirking.

“Don’t forget,” Sam hissed, wiggling his fingers. “We know your weakness now.”

Peter winced back like a scared puppy, partially hiding himself behind Tony Stark. Tony chuckled, ruffling the kid’s hair.

“This girl you like—she’s the one I saw at your last decathlon meet, right? Blunt, a bit on the scary side?”

Peter blushed. “Probably. She’s a lot nicer than she seems.”

“Yeah. She definitely already knows that you like her.”

He cringed, the color draining from his face. “What? Mr. Stark, w-what do you mean? How?”

“Because she’s smart. And you’re really bad at hiding your emotions. I guarantee if you tell her, she won’t be surprised. I picked up on it the first minute I saw you two in a room together.”

Before he could even process this very unexpected and alarming information, Bucky and Sam burst out laughing. Peter’s color returned, blooming bright red in the apple’s of his cheeks. Dying right about now sounded pretty great. At the same time, if MJ did know that he liked her, and she was still talking to him, that gave him a little bit of hope for the future.

“Well, you know what that means,” Sam said, cracking his knuckles. “Time for phase two of our evil plot: get Spider-Man to confess his love to his dream girl.”

“When should phase two begin?” Bucky asked, eyeing Peter with a devilish smile. Peter looked between the pair in disbelief, laughter already welling in the back of his throat at the mere thought of being tickled again. He looked to Tony for help.

Sam grinned. “Why not…right now?”

As the two Avengers approached, Stark turned to Peter and shrugged. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he said, spidering his fingers menacingly. “Better start running.”

The teen’s jaw dropped. You—you traitor! He didn’t have time to dwell on it though, for the Tickle Monsters were nearly upon him, now with a third member. He took off in a mad dash, giggles already spilling from his lips long before they caught him.

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soccermomsteve · 6 years

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Thomas part 3 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Plot: High school best friends Peter and (Y/N) share a variety of cute moments that lead to (Y/N) developing a crush on lil ol Pete :)))

A/N: Hi! Sorry for the wait! I’m doing blurb nights on Saturday nights, or we can talk about whatever! Feel free to give some feedback and request some more stuff :) xx

Warning: fuckboy Pete, derogatory female nicknames, a few curse words maybe, AND ANGST

Part 1 Part 2

“I told him I loved him MJ, I looked him straight in the eyes and said I love you.” You told MJ with teary eyes.

“You’re lying!” She gasped.

“Why would I lie? I hate that he’s my best friend, I hate it. He broke my heart but I can’t just kick him out of my life, he’s been here since the beginning. I don’t know what to do.” You groaned now annoyed rather than sad.

“You forget him, put space between the both of you, so you can live your life without feeling this pain. You deserve to have the summer of your life, we’ll go to parties, you’ll meet guys, and you will live without Peter.” MJ smiled.

“Did you say we’ll go to parties? As in, the both of us?” You asked, to which MJ nodded, “You really are my best friend! We are going to have a blast!” You exclaimed.

The very next day you used that Snapchat streak timer to your advantage, 24 hours and that streak was gone, the text messages between the both of you were now more rare and less chatty than they used to be, and the nightly calls had ceased since the day Peter turned you down. Anything to squash the bug.

Since having seen Peter two weeks ago, and having not talked to him in five days, MJ treated you to a party at Flash’s house, and she let you pick out her outfit, just to help you feel better, still. She really was more of a mother than a best friend at times.

You were still sipping the soda you had gotten since you got there, eating some pretzels that were laid out in the bowl on the counter, watching the people in the over crowded house with MJ.

“This is boring.” You mumbled, more than upset that you wasted your valuable time and energy to get ready.

“Where’s Penis Parker?” You heard Flash ask, seeing him talking to Ned out of the corner of your eye.

“He said he was out with Liz, who knows.” Ned replied with a shrug, now heading over to where you and MJ stood, unaware of the pain that stabbed you in the chest at the thought of Peter being out with Liz, when you had told him you loved him.

Ned made conversation with MJ as you stared into the emptying bowl of pretzels, thoughts of Peter and Liz running through your mind and filling you with anger- but more hurt than anything.

You thought you were over him, you had essentially cut him out of your life, thinking you were stronger and better now that the pain he had caused you was gone, but the mere mention of his name caused you to realize just how much hurt Peter had caused, how weak he made you feel.

After MJ had dropped you off at home, the house being empty because your parents were out on a weekend long date, you stormed up to your room, slamming the door closed and began to tear down any and all traces of Peter from your room.

The picture of you two in third grade? Trash. The teddy bear he won at a carnival just for you? Trash. The weird bracelet that Peter made you freshman year with the ugly mismatched colors? Also trash. You went until you had a tiny trash can over filled with remnants of Peter Parker.

Little did you know, Peter was not out with Liz, he was out as Spider-man, but Ned was a horrible liar, and Peter could’t tell you he was Spider-man, that would put you in danger, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Peter had spent the last two weeks wondering what he had done wrong, he missed you. He wracked his brain for anything he could have done wrong, he dropped you off right in front of your house, you posted like normal on social media, so that was well, normal. He texted you and tried calling you every night like he usually did, but he never got an answer or got a passive reply.

He walked around like a stalker around your house on multiple occasions, day and night. You knew this, you often looked out your window and saw him in the car or walking around, sometimes your parents would even tell you, but they knew something was off, so they didn’t invite him in.

He saw how often you were gone, maybe you had a boyfriend, but in two weeks, really? He didn’t remember you making googly, love stricken eyes at anybody at school, the only time he had seen you blush around a boy was with him. Could he be the problem?

Yes! He was an idiot, on the night that you trashed the idea of Peter Parker, the light bulb went off in his very empty head. You told Peter you loved him! He called you his side chick and then drove off! He owed you more apologies than he had time for.

A knock was heard on your door, at midnight, so you moved slowly, looking through the peep hole before you opened the door.

“Hello, Peter.” You stated, with no emotion.

“(Y/N), I owe you an apology. I am such an idiot.” Peter stated.

“Oh is that it? You’re an idiot, yeah, I know that. I told you I was in love with you, and you called me your side chick and you main ho. I am not and will never be anybody’s ho, Peter, and that is the last thing in the world that I wanted to hear when I spilled my feelings to you. Quite frankly I am surprised you didn’t realize sooner, since you flirted with me like there was no tomorrow, you may be an idiot, but I’m an even bigger idiot for thinking that whatever you told me was real. I should have known that you just flirting out in the open was not real. My point was further proved when you were out with Liz tonight, even after using me out in the open, please explain how you got the girl when other people thought we were together?” You ranted.

“I wasn’t out with Liz, I ok- I’m Spider-man. The other stuff, I know I led you on, and I’m sorry I am the world’s biggest dick. I can’t live without you (Y/N), I made it three days before I was waiting outside your house for the slight chance that I might be able to see you and talk to you, I don’t know about what, but I was here. I like you a lot (Y/N), I can’t tell you I love you yet, but I promise if you let me in, I can redeem myself and be the guy you need me to be.” Peter let out.

“You’re Spider-man?” You asked.

“Yeah... is that really all you got from that?” Peter questioned.

“You started with that Peter, I heard the rest, I accept your apology, you may come in.” You replied, moving out of the way.

“So...?” Peter trailed off.

“So, you’re a super hero! Why didn’t you tell me? I bet Ned knew, oh my gosh! He did, didn’t he?” You could go on longer, but Peter stopped you by gripping the sides of your face, pressing his forehead to yours.

“We can talk about all this later, but we just let out a lot of emotion, I owe you something.” Peter whispered.

Feeling bold, you simply replied, “Kiss me.”

Peter leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours, he smiled, feeling your lips moving against his own. He should have done this sooner.

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spideyxchelle · 7 years

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part 2 of WORST DATE HEADCANONS??!

looools. so, you all LOVE closure. all of my headcanons that just don’t really end, that are more up to your discretion on what happens after are not your faves, are they, fam? its okay. i had to write a second part anyway because @peterjonesparker told me I had to and she owns my ass. also, this second part is totally based off of @pocohantas01 tags on the first part.

[part 1]

MJ and Peter manage to not date through all of college. which is baffling to their friends and family but not so weird to them BECAUSE THE OFFICIAL STATEMENT IS THAT THEY ARE JUST BEST FRIENDS.

and, after years and years of this, pretty much everyone just rolls their eyes and takes them, sort of, at their word. but because Peter and MJ are platonic bros or whatever they weird fuck they are, all of their friends and family never try to subject anyone that doesn’t know them to Peter/MJ weirdness. that means none of their friends ever set them up with people to date, Tony doesn’t bother arguing when MJ sleeps in Peter’s room at the compound and everyone just lets that weirdness live as long as it doesn’t interfere in their personal lives.

until it interferes.

because Ned is getting married. he proposed to Betty about two years after college graduation and all of their friends are freakin’ thrilled. because, see Peter and MJ, when you like someone you tell them, then date them, and then maybe get engaged if marriage jives with your life plans.

obviously Peter is Ned’s best man. and MJ is in Betty’s bridal party because the two girls know each other really well because of Peter and Ned and even have become friends of their own accord. Betty’s maid of honor is Liz Toomes which makes Betty nervous. because GOSH, Liz and Peter have a history.

when she tries to express her concern, Ned kisses her head and says bluntly, “it isn’t gonna be awkward because Peter is gonna be all over MJ.” Betty laughs, and then says just as plainly, “I’m not giving Peter or MJ a plus one. I’m not gonna subject some poor sap to being their dates when they don’t even care.” “I’ve stopped trying to understand what they’re doing.” Betty wraps her arms around her fiance’s neck, “I’m serious, Ned. no dates. I don’t need that drama at my wedding.”

so, because Betty is the boss, when the invites go out Peter and MJ’s invites do not have plus ones.

Peter immediately facetimes MJ and when her face pops up, he flashes the invite at her, “did you not get a plus-one?” she shakes her head, “nope.” “what the hell, Ned?” “are you, uh, seeing anyone that you want to take?” and her voice has that awkward tone that it sometimes gets when she asks him about his dating life. and the pause that happens after her question is equally as loaded. peter clears his throat, “no. just, uh, you know, it’d be nice to have the option.” “sure sure,” she says quick, “options are good.” “yep.” “cool.” “cool.” “well, I gotta-.” “-go. yeah, me too.”

when they corner Ned at game night two weeks later, he sighs, “i’m not gonna give either of you a plus one. this is my wedding.” “what does that even mean,” MJ snarls. “just,” Ned squeaks, “you two aren’t good at dating other people when the other is around. and I don’t want people storming out of my wedding because they’re feeling ignored. by either of you.” Peter’s jaw drops, “that’s not…how could you….how dare….we’re just friends, Ned.” Ned rolls his eyes, “whatever, sure you are. but its my wedding so its my rules.” MJ thumps Ned in his stupid head, “I’m gonna tell Betty that you’re being dumb.” Ned rubs his head, “go ahead. it was Betty’s idea.”

both Peter and MJ freeze. even though they’re barely a foot apart they can’t look at each other. it’s weird. NED MADE IT WEIRD. not them over the last several years of mutual dumbness, oh no. and so Ned takes pity on the both of them and offers, “why don’t you guys just go together…..as friends.”

Peter gnaws on the corner of his mouth and glances at MJ, “we could, uh, do that. it’s practical.” “easy on parking, too,” MJ doesn’t dare look at him. “yea, parking,” Peter echoes.

and Ned is O V E R it. OVER IT. so he rolls his eyes and leaves them to stand in their awkward corner of awkward where they don’t look or talk to each other.

the next few months are pretty much business as usual save a few wedding things. as best man, Peter has to set up the bachelor party and he has lots of shit he volunteers to help do to help Betty, but he and MJ are friends as usual. and MJ has to go to bridal stuff. she’s not the maid of honor, but she’s in the party so she’s present. and, btw, hanging out with Liz is awesome. they get along so well. always did.

although, Liz does have some questions about her and Peter. and when MJ gives her the official statement, Liz goes to ask Betty and her best friend groans and gives a flippant, “don’t ask.” and that’s that.

three days before the wedding, Peter takes Ned up to the compound as a special bachelor event for just the two of them. some of the other groomsmen don’t know about Spider-man things. so this is just for the two of them. besides, Peter wants to share something special between just him and Ned.

as they sit on the roof of the compound a beer in their hands, Ned sighs, “this was great, man. thanks.” they clink glasses and Peter says, “to you, Ned. may you and Betty be awesome and be best friends forever.” Ned looks down the barrel of his glass and summons the courage to say, “you know that’s all it is, right? being with somebody.” Peter cocks his head, “what do you mean?” “dating someone. marrying someone. it’s just being best friends with someone. with the added awesomeness of sex. you could have that, you know. with MJ.”

and Peter very unceremoniously spits his beer out over the side of the roof. as he composes himself, he curses, “what the hell, Ned?” “I’m just…I’M GETTING MARRIED, MAN. I’m feeling the love. and I want you to be happy. and don’t bullshit me. I know she makes you happy.” “we’re just friends.” “no,” Ned laughs, “no you’re so not.”

Peter puts his beer down and wrings his hands anxiously, “what do you want me to say, Ned? like, what the fuck does this accomplish?” “maybe nothing. but I’ve said it now. it’s out there.”

and the problem with things being OUT THERE is that Peter can’t not think about it.

the day of the wedding, he walks Liz Toomes down the aisle, but before he walks down the aisle, he sees MJ do it first. the maid of honor and best man go last before the bride. and she laughs at something stupid Ned’s college roommate says. and his heart freakin’ lurches.

he looks at the floor to get himself together and then Liz is giving him the cue to walk down the aisle with her. he offers his arm and a silly smile. and they walk.

and MJ is already up at the front and he only has eyes for her. and, this continues all through the actual ceremony. like, Betty is beautiful and he’s so stupidly happy for Ned but holy shit MJ. she’s his best friend.

official statement.

then everyone in the church is applauding and Peter’s trance is broken. he’s brought back to reality as Ned and Betty kiss. and he howls and hoots with the rest of them.

at the reception, he finds MJ without having to try very hard. he may have spidersenses but he also has MJ senses. its just a thing.

she’s talking to Liz at one of the appetizer stands. and Peter clears his throat, interrupting their conversation. both girls snap their heads to him. and Peter is struck by the way time kind of works out. the past. and, hopefully, the future.

“mind if I steal her, Liz?” Peter asks. Liz SMIIIIRKS and gives MJ a small push toward Peter, “be my guest.”

MJ grumbles about being manhandled but then they’re in the middle of the dance floor and Peter awkwardly puts his arms around MJ’s waist. she tentatively wraps her arms around his neck. the song feels like Peter’s heartbeat. rushing a little too fast but a touch romantic.

they avoid each other’s eyes. and the room is just dark enough that Peter feels like a blush is fine. besides, he’s a 25 year old man. he can blush is he damn well pleases.

they don’t talk for most of the song. until the piano ramps. and MJ whispers, “I don’t want things to change.” Peter nods, “I, uh, know what you mean. but what do you want me to do, MJ?” even though she’s in his arms, she’s a million miles away, “pretend.” “i’ve been pretending for years,” peter flows honestly, “I’m exhausted.”

MJ tries to wiggle free, “I have to go…” “where?” he holds her firm, “why are you running from this?” “i’m scared,” her bottom lip goes. “me too,” he agrees, and leans up just slightly so they can rest their foreheads against each others, “i’m terrified. you terrify me, Michelle Jones.” “that was what I was going for,” she tries to joke, but it falls flat.

“I gotta say it,” he rushes out before she can argue, “I gotta say it. just once. and then we never have to talk about it again. but I gotta say it.” “Peter-” “I am so stupidly in love with you. my whole life is better because you’re in it. and I could be wrong, I could be kidding myself, but I think you feel the same way.”

her silence is the worst thirty seconds of his life. “you’re not wrong,” is what she finally settles on. she puts her finger over his mouth, to stop him from speaking, “but can we figure this all out tomorrow?” he kisses her finger, gentle and loving, “whenever you’re ready.”

#headcanon ask

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smile-smile-ichthys · 7 years

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Out of Office Drama: A Butler Calls

“She’s back safe, that’s all I care about” I said, smiling to Rose as Miho stood talking to Jazz. I knew a casual trip to Kuni’s place would be in order to help us girls wind down after all the drama had gone on. When I suggested it, all three of them jumped at the chance for a quick drink after work.

“Same, I mean I know it’ll have been stressful on Miho, but, my God, my stress levels went through the roof for a minute there” Rose agreed, taking a sip from her drink.

“I can certainly help with stress levels ladies” Saeki pitched in from behind me.

“No thanks, I’m good” Rose out right rejected him, causing me to laugh in his face.

“Oh burn”

“Worth a try” Saeki shrugged, leaving us two alone again.

“Was he any good?” Rose asked.

“Oh yeah, plenty of experience, knows his way around the bedroom” I smiled, thinking back to our time together.

“But?” Rose pushed.

“Zip went on for me, sex was damn good but, I felt nothing for him in the whole, romantic, soppy soppy way” I explained.

And it was true. I cared for Saeki, a lot, but not in the way a boyfriend and girlfriend should for one another. It was pure lust by the end of it, I was just glad Saeki felt the same way. Breaking up with him was probably the easiest I’ve ever done. Unlike some of the guys I had broken up with before moving to Japan, what with the replies like ‘so what you just want sex?’, ‘you’ve just strung me along this is cruel’ and ‘friends with benefits then?’, Saeki simply smiled and agreed it was better to stay friends, and we actually did stay friends. It was a weird friendship I treasured deep down, but man he still annoyed me.

“Hey, that’s fair enough, at least he seems to accept that really well” Rose commented and I nodded, sipping my non-alcoholic drink.

“So what do you fine ladies have planned tonight?” Jazz asked, joining in with us, Miho also coming over.

“I need to finish that sketch, so, drawing” Rose laughed.

“Typical, but promise to show us it!” Miho laughed too.

“H?” Jazz asked.

“Hmm? Erm, probably just some TV or whatever, oh maybe look at some matches for Kenshi while I’m at it” I said.

“Don’t go doing work at home! Why don’t you go out and find a nice guy?” Jazz teased “maybe a nice butler?”

“Ew, no thanks” my whole mood shifted at her saying that. She didn’t mean it maliciously or anything, but the anger of the guy kept bubbling up every time some mentioned him.

“Ah sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you…he must really get under your skin” Jazz sat next to me, Miho and Rose in their own conversation.

“He does, he basically called me a whore and slut when we first bumped into each other, such a prick” I explained.

“I can find him and punch him if you want? Or at least I’m sure Miho would” Jazz smiled.

“Thanks but, nah, don’t think that would help, and I don’t think he’d learn his lesson” I smiled back at Jazz.

“Well, offer is there, but going back to Kenshi”

“Yeah?”

“Didn’t you say there was a cute bar owner you met?” she smirked “you said you were going to tell me more”

“OH that I did, Jazz, my gosh, he had a cute goatee and damn he was a sexy older guy, 6 foot too” I gushed, finally forgetting about snobby butler “He owns LRN? I think it was called that, and his name was Atsumu”

“Atsumu? I know that guy” Kuni popped up, causing me to jump slightly.

“How do you deal with that?” I asked Jazz who just laughed “You know him?”

“Yeah, good friend of mine, good guy, I could give him your number if you want?” Kuni offered.

“But, he thinks I’m dating Kenshi” I admitted.

“I’ll handle that, it’s my duty as a boss and a friend” Jazz offered “Just promise to tell me everything” she winked.

It was a deal.

I swear I must have felt my whole apartment shudder when I finally flopped onto the sofa that night. The weight I had been carrying since early that morning was just ridiculous, but I was just simply glad that Miho was back safe, including her brother in law…and everyone involved in that matter. I knew we couldn’t fully relax now the guy had been found and identified, we still had to be careful, but, we could release the tight grip on our security reigns just a little bit. It meant I could come home on my own without an escort. At least, I thought until Saeki and Takao insisted they take me home after that little drinks meet up. I refused point blank their offer, but they said they wouldn’t let me leave unless at least one of them walked me home. In the end, I agreed to Takao walking me, for one thing he wouldn’t keep flirting with me as we walked.

I was grateful to him, but it felt even better to be back in my little flat, on my own, all peaceful and quiet. I loved hanging out with the MJS ladies, loads, but nothing beat relaxing, curled up on my sofa. I pulled the blanket I kept next to it over me and turned the TV on. I was debating whether to go make some tea but, before I could even consider it, my front door buzzed. Had I left something at the bar?

With my blanket wrapped around me like a cape, I went to my intercom and pressed.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Hi, is this Miss Autumn?” I heard.

“Yeah, who’s this?” I asked, not knowing the voice.

“His Highness’ Head Butler Master Aleck miss, may I come up?”

Shit. Was I in trouble? Fuck. How would I explain this to Jazz?

“Erm, sure” I buzzed him in and waited for him to come up to my floor.

I turned my TV off and promptly opened the door when he knocked. It was strange, the older man looked slightly familiar. Where did I know him from?

“Thank you” he bowed and entered when I gestured for him to come in “may my grandson come in? I understand he’s been saying some rather inappropriate things to you so understand if you don’t wish him in your apartment”

“Huh?” I saw the ginger cun…I mean, Luke behind him, so that’s how he looked so familiar “Erm, yeah ok, but what’s this about?”

If someone had told me when I moved to Japan I’d be having sex on a weekly basis for a proper matching making agency and suddenly know butlers who served royalty, I would have slapped them. This whole scenario was insane.

“It is about his highness, we come on his behalf” Aleck explained.

“Then, do you want some tea? Or, I dunno, water? I don’t have much I’m afraid” I said, suddenly realising I was a host right then.

“No no my dear, calm down, we just wanted to come and express our gratitude” Aleck said.

“Gratitude?” I asked.

“Yes, Luke here told me what you did for the prince the other night at the bar” he said “Let me explain, it was his highness’s night off, and he wanted to go out drinking to which we said no to, however, under my grandsons supervisions, he managed to slip away and out of the hotel without us knowing, we were quite worried since this visit to Japan is so important”

“Right”

“We went out searching and Luke tells me he found your friend helping his highness out of the bar, he said thank you to the young man but he insisted you did the biggest favour by making sure no-one knew who the prince was, so, we thank you for all you did” he bowed, Luke following his grandfather’s lead “Also, I deeply apologise for Luke’s words and behaviour to you, he has told me everything and I am so ashamed he would speak to a lady like that, I did not raise him like that”

“Well, I’m not going to say it’s ok, because…”

“No it is not ok miss, so please accept our sincere apologies and accept this” Aleck gestured to Luke, who handed me an envelope.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“An invitation” Luke simply said, his eyes full of sorrow? No, sadness? No, more like guilt.

“A what?” I asked but Aleck checked his watch.

“Please, open it in your own time and reply as soon as you able, I hope you accept, and understand this isn’t just our apology, but his Majesty’s and Prince Keith’s”

Holy fu…

“Thanks…” I was gobsmacked as the two butlers bowed and left.

I stood there in my living, just staring at the door, the envelope in my hands. When it finally hit, I dropped the letter and grabbed my phone, dialling Jazz’s number.

MJS ladies: @hifftn @whatdoyouexpectthistime @smutmylifeup @nitelotus

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