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sebstan2020 · 2 years

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From Enemy to Master

Part 1

Pairings: Dom!Bucky Barnes X Sub!Peter Parker

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Bondage, Punishment, Corporal Punishment, Cock and Balls Torture, Cock Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Begging, Blow Job, Sadism, Masochism, Cock Tease

Summary: No would believe him if Peter said he was a submissive to James 'Bucky' Barnes, the once Winter Soldier. But he was and when Bucky comes home from a mission, he wants nothing more than to play with his sweet little boy.

Peter waited patiently on his knees, back straight and head held high. The rustling behind him made him slightly nervous but excited at the same time. His cock was just twitching thinking about what was to come. He was naked, sitting in the middle of Bucky’s bedroom, waiting for him to begin their playtime. Bucky had just arrived from a mission and to relax, he wanted to play with his favourite toy. The second Bucky had walked into the house, giving Peter that hungry look, Peter knew what was on his mind and how could he say no to an evening with his Master, his Dom, his daddy.

Bucky hummed softly as he took out everything he needed. There was so much to choose from in their array of toys and implements and today he was feeling rather… sadistic. Peter had no problem with pain. It was the whole reason he was the submissive and Bucky the dominant. Peter could never take control like he could in their relationship, and he needed someone to be in charge, to serve. It was all he was good for. With his responsibility of looking after the city of New York, chasing down robbers and preventing car thieves and even saving people from muggings, he needed time to destress and relax.

It had all started when Captain America and Iron Man were at war with each other. Both on the opposite side and fighting one another, they were supposedly enemies. But when Peter saw the large muscular man with his metal arm glinting under those bright lights of the airport, he couldn’t help the tingle he felt inside. He knew it was wrong because he was supposed to be on Mr Starks side, and you wouldn’t believe the relief he felt when the two sides truced with one another. The guilt had flown away like a plastic bag caught in the wind. He was nervous when he and Bucky met again, and Peter got all shy and bashful. Bucky couldn’t help the tingle inside his body.

And then, one evening when the two were alone after a meeting with the Avengers, Bucky made the first move, slamming Peter up against the wall, metal hand wrapped around his neck tightly, so his face was turning bright red like a tomatoe and that smirk lying on his lips. He whispered into Peter’s ear that he knew. He knew all his deepest and darkest secrets. Peter was shocked but he couldn’t lie, not when it was exactly what he wanted. Just to be taken by someone, thrown to the ground, and shown his place, to be made to submit and serve Bucky. And Peter loved it… lived for it. He’d never felt anything like it before in his body and he wanted it again and again.

And now here he was, waiting patiently for Bucky to start their playtime. Bucky placed the items on the floor, startling Peter as a few things clattered and he felt a shadow cast upon him as Bucky stood behind him. He didn’t look up, knowing full well that if he did, he’d earn a spanking. Bucky unravelled a bundle of brown rope, threading it through his hands, the rope gilding over his metal fingers.

“Stand-up” he ordered, and Peter rose to his feet, standing in front of Bucky. Bucky took his arms, placing them behind his back and began to tie them with the rope. His metal hand on Peter’s wrists was cold and sent a shiver up his spine. He tugged the rope tightly, knotting it around his wrists. His arms were placed on top of one another in an awkward position. Bucky gave the rope a sharp pull, tightening the knot again.

“Oooo, that’s tight” Peter chuckled to himself thinking only he would hear himself, but Bucky heard loud and clear. He grabbed the rope, tugging Peter back against his chest, making him stumble a little.

“Did I say you could talk?” he scolded, and Peter blushed, pressing his lips tightly together.

“No Sir” he answered. It was a clear rule between the two of them, no talking while Bucky was tying him up. Peter knew this of course but he couldn’t help himself. It excited him the tightness of the rope, the feeling of restraint. It showed he was no longer in charge.

“No, so keep your mouth shut” Bucky returned to tying him up, shaking his head as Peter’s insolence. Peter felt a tingle in his cock from the sternness of Bucky’s voice, his correction turning him on.

“It’s not even been five minutes and you’re already running that mouth at me” Bucky tutted and Peter bit the inside of his lip. He was defiantly going to be reprimanded for that which made him nervous and excited at the same time. He imagined his punishment wasn’t going to be anything major, he only broke a small rule. If Peter had broken any other rule like touching himself without Bucky’s permission or coming without permission, he would most certainly be facing a bigger punishment. The rope wrapped around his chest as well, across his pecks and back around to his arms. With one final knot, Peter’s arms were tied tightly and snuggly behind his back. It wasn’t painful and Peter liked the feeling. Bucky ran his hands over his arms, pleased with his work. His flesh hand was warm whereas his metal was cold and sent different feelings across Peter’s body.

“How does that feel?” he asked softly into Peter’s ear.

“Good Sir” Bucky laughed under his breath, pressing a kiss to Peter’s bare shoulder before grabbing another bundle of rope.

“Turn around” he ordered, and Peter turned, now facing Bucky. The sight of him was to die for. His long brown hair falling above his shoulders, small bangs in front of his eyes. His bright blue eyes sexy and captivating. He was dressed in his tactile gear, black pants tucked into his high boots and his jacket without the sleeve on his left arm, showing off the metal. His cologne was like a drug, sending Peter on a high.

Peter felt a tingle shoot up his body as Bucky stroked his cock gently, his long fingers wrapping around the limp flesh and Peter let out a soft moan. Bucky smirked, staring down at the young boy.

“Look at you, already getting off on me touching this cock, this belongs to me doesn’t it” he whispered, and Peter nodded. Everything of Peter belonged to Bucky. He was to be owed, and the thought of his cock belonging to someone else made him so hard he was embarrassed. He was Spider man, if anyone found out that behind closed doors, he was just submissive teenager, who liked to be fucked and spanked by the winter soldier, he’d die.

“Yes Sir, it’s yours” he moaned back, and Bucky chuckled. He took the rope and began to wrap it around the base of Peter’s cock, tying it tightly but not too tight that it cut off the blood supply. Peter gasped lightly as the sensation was alluring, his cock twitching as it was tied up. It wasn’t unusual for Bucky to do this, it only added to the fact that his cock was his and he had full control of when it was touched, when it came and when it was used. The rope wrapped around his balls, tying them as well and Peter jolted at the sensation, tingles spreading across his cock. Bucky tied the knot of the rope and smiled once again at his work.

“There, all nice and tied up for me” he whispered, rubbing his hand across Peter’s length, teasing the head with his thumb and Peter groaned, staggering on his feet. His cock had turned sensitive now, especially with the rope tied around it and any touch sent him on a high, making him want to jump up and down with pure excitement. He ached to touch himself, pulling at the ropes behind his back but there was no way he could. What made it worse was when Bucky touched him with his cold metal hand, the feeling almost like a bee sting.

“Now get on your knees” Bucky shoved him to the floor and Peter knelt back down, catching himself before he fell over and had to struggle getting up. Bucky reached down and picked up with cane he picked out, running the long piece of bamboo across his flesh hand, circling Peter as he stared down at him. Peter caught sight of the long stick and too a deep breath. Perhaps he was wrong about it being a small punishment.

“First things first, you need to be punished for mouthing off at me and then if I think your sorry enough, I might just let you come later” he placed the end of the cane under Peter’s chin, raising his head up and Peter parted his lips, sucking in a breath. The cane was known to be one of the harsher implements and Bucky was feeling it today. For the last few days, he had been soft of Peter and today he wanted to go full dom on him, showing him pain and pleasure. Peter felt the nerves in his stomach mix with the balls of excitement.

“I’m sorry Sir, I promise not to run my mouth at you” he begged softly, the cane teasing him as Bucky stroked his face with it. He trailed the bamboo stick down his chest, over his nipples and then to his stomach.

“How many do you think you deserve?” Bucky asked, tilting his head to the side.it was a trick question and wondered if Peter knew the right answer.

“As many as you think I need Sir” he answered, and Bucky smirked. He did know the answer.

“Good answer” and then the cane came smacking down, hitting him in the stomach. Peter hissed, flinching backwards as the cane left a sting sharper than any whip or spank, he had felt. Seconds later a dark red line appeared on his stomach and Peter took a breath, calming himself down.

Bucky teased the skin with the end of it and brought down the cane onto his thigh, the pain sharp and intense. Peter gritted his teeth together, breathing through the pain. His cock was hardening at the thought of punishment, being corrected for breaking the rules like the bad boy he was.

Another smack on his back and Peter lurched forward as if to get away from it but Bucky grabbed the rope tied behind his back and pulled him back in position. The cane stroked his ass and soon enough it came flying down, the sound of it slashing through the air terrifying to Peter and he hissed in pain. The marks were deep and red, and some even broke the skin. He was certainly going to be sore tonight.

“Now, are you going to run that mouth at me again or do I need to continue?” Bucky said, putting the cane under his chin again and lifting his head. Peter grunted softly and shook his head, peaking over at Bucky who had an evil smirk on his face. He had certainly learned his lesson now… not that it meant he wouldn’t break another rule again.

“No Sir, I’ll be good” he said, and Bucky smiled.

“Good boy” he removed the cane and knelt in front of Peter. His metal hand reached out instantly taking Peter’s cock and he began to stroke him softly, teasing him and pressing his metal thumb into the skin, sending pleasure shocks. Peter’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, saliva building up in the back of his throat. Peter’s hands twisted in his binds, desperately wanting to touch and feel but he couldn’t.

“You like that, you like me teasing this cock, this cock that belongs to me” he whispered, and Peter nodded. Bucky was constantly reminding him who he belonged to, who his cocked belonged to.

“Yes Sir, I do… oh it feels so good Sir” he moaned, falling into a pleasure bubble. Peter was enjoying this darker and rougher side of Bucky. After a few days of gentle and softer Bucky, the more sadistic one was only hotter and Peter could feel his precum starting to leak, pulses at the end of his cock.

“Look at you, such a slut. You’re starting to leak all over my nice carpet just from me touching you and punishing you. Well sluts don’t get to come just like that, they have to put the work in and right now I don’t care if you come or not, as long as you get me off, is that clear”.

“Yes Sir, it’s clear” Peter responded quickly, and Bucky chuckled. His metal hand glided across Peter’s chest, trailing strong fingers across his hard muscles, up to his neck and he grabbed his jaw, squishing Peter’s face together, pursing those pink lips.

“Good boy, now come over here and get to work” Bucky sat in one of the plush chairs of his room, undoing his belt buckle and flinging it across the room. He reached in and pulled his own cock out, palming himself a little as Peter got into position. He knelt between Bucky’s legs, mouth open and ready to put the work in.

“I want that sweet mouth of yours to get me off and if you do a good enough job, I’ll let you come, how does that sound?”.

“Sounds good Sir, please let me have your cock” Peter begged, looking up with puppy eyes and Bucky smiled. He nodded for Peter to inch forwards, and he shuffled closer, opening his mouth again. Bucky held his cock straight for Peter to engulf and he wrapped his soft lips around the head, sucking and kissing the end.

His tongue lapped across the length, dragging up and down from the base and to the head sending pleasure to Bucky. He leaned his head back against the chair, letting Peter pleasure him. Peter took his cock into his mouth, slowly pushing all the way until it hit the back of his throat and he couldn’t go no more. he practically took the whole cock in his mouth, right down to nearly his balls and he sucked hard as he popped it out his mouth. Drool ran down his chin and he shuffled closer to get a better angle.

Bucky groaned, sucking in a breath and with his flesh hand, he ran his fingers through Peter’s soft locks, gripping tightly as he began to bob his head up and down, quickening his pace. Peter started to gag and choke on his cock, muffled sloppy sounds coming from Peter with every thrust down and Bucky held his head down for a few seconds, holding the full length of his cock inside before releasing him for air. Peter gasped for a few breaths before burying himself down on there again.

“Fuck that feels so good” Bucky moaned, his metal hand now also gathering some locks and he pounded Peter’s mouth on top of his cock, sending intense pleasure to his balls. His climax was on the reach and his cock twitched inside Peter’s mouth. His cock was super hard now and after a few more blows, he was coming inside Peter’s mouth, planting his seed.

Bucky groaned, bottom lip quivering as he reached his high of pleasure and he popped his cock out of Pete’s mouth, his sticky come slightly leaking out. Bucky grinned, catching his breath and wiping away the sweaty beads on his forehead. Peter licked his lips, tasting the salty seed of his dom, looking up with hooded eyes full of pleasure. All the while he was sucking on Bucky’s cock, his own cock was hard as a pipe of metal. The rope around his cock kept it in place and every time he moved a little, it sent a wave of pressure as if someone was squeezing it.

“Thank you, Sir, thank you for giving me your come” Peter said quietly and Bucky grinned.

“You’re welcome” he sighed and stuck his cock back inside his trousers. Bucky lifted Peter’s head up, cupping the underside of his chin and pressed a dark and hard kiss on his lips, taking control and he bit his bottom lip. Peter moaned as he dragged his lip out, teeth grazing the skin and he felt a metal hand wrap around his neck, keeping him in place.

“Do you think you deserve to come now” he whispered, and Peter nodded desperately.

“Yes, Sir please, I want to come for you” his eyes lit up like it was Christmas day and Bucky chuckled before lifting his boot and kicking Peter onto his back. Peter fell and landed hard on the carpet, his arms pushing into his back which was extremely uncomfortable.

“Well go on then, start begging”.

The humiliation and degradation were only turning Peter on more. Of course, Bucky wasn’t going to make this easy for him. It turned him on to see his little slave begging to release.

“Oh, please Sir, please may I come, I want to come for you so bad” he begged, and Bucky tilted his head to the side, watching as the boy wiggled on the floor and stared up with puppy dog eyes to get what he wanted.

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that, make me believe it” Bucky lifted his boot up and pressed it on Peter’s cock, pushing it into the carpet with slight pressure. It was painful but nothing Peter hadn’t felt before and it only gave him the motivation to beg better for Bucky to let him come. Peter hissed under his breath groaning softly and looked back to Bucky.

“Oh, please Sir, I want to come for you Sir, I’ll do anything” he murmured and when Bucky started to move his boot up and down his length sending actual pleasure, he lost all focus. The pain was still there but mixed with the pleasure it was the best thing he ever felt. His cock was so hard now that he felt he could explode at any minute. His toes curled into the carpet, his fingers gripping tightly and his knuckles turning white as a sheet of paper. His head rested back, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he started to moan.

“I’m not hearing begging?” Bucky said in a sing song tone and pressed the toe of his boot harder, relinquishing the pleasure and Peter snapped his eyes open, coming back to reality.

“Please Sir, please can I come, I’m begging you please let me come for you” Bucky reached over and grabbed his cock hard, a yelp escaping Peter as he did and he started to stroke him, lighter than when his boot was sliding up and down and there were boot marks engraved in the skin of his cock. Peter shuddered at the pleasure, his legs shaking and breathing turning heavy. It felt like his orgasm was floating away but when Bucky picked up the pace, he felt it come back. Small beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, his chest glistening in the warm lights. His orgasm was close, and Peter sunk his head into the floor, heavy breaths and panting like a dog.

“Oh yes please Sir, please let me come for you” he breathed. His cock was so hard now and twitching, ready for his release. A small part inside him told him that Bucky was going to let go any minute and not let him reach his climax. But he was lucky. Bucky stroked him all the way to his orgasm, allowing him to come and he squirted into Bucky’s hand. He jolted on the floor, his body falling into a full body orgasm and his head rolled on the carpet.

“Oh, thank you Sir, thank you so much” he whispered, and Bucky smirked, gliding his hand off which was covered in come.

“Now come and lick the mess you made” he ordered, and Peter pulled himself off the floor as quickly as he could, shuffling forwards and stuck his tongue out to lick the salty semen. Bucky’s thumb hooked into his mouth, keeping his mouth open and he spat inside, his spit sitting on his tongue. Peter swallowed and stared up in a state of bliss. His cock was sensitive and floppy again and the rope was pulling on the skin.

“Thank you, Sir,” he whispered, and Bucky smiled. His metal hand grabbed his jaw again, holding him tightly in position.

“Good boy” he kissed Peter softly, his lips overtaking his and his tongue pushing inside, swirling around. He broke away the kiss and turned Peter around the undo the rope binding his arms. He gently set Peter’s arms down, giving them a firm rub to bring the colour back and to loosen the stiffness in them from being tied up. His flesh hand removed all the cramps and he patted Peter, signalling him to turn around. Peter looked up at Bucky, waiting for him to untie his cock but Bucky didn’t.

Bucky stared down at it for a moment before smirking and looking into Peter’s eyes.

“I think this can stay on for a bit and in fact, let’s just make sure this is nice and tight” he tightened the rope as it had slacked a bit and Peter gasped, the feeling of the rope tightening sending a pleasure tingle up his cock. Now he had to go to school and save New York with his cock and balls tied up, straining against his pants. He cursed in his head, wondering how he was going to survive. At lease it was better than a cage.

“There, that’s better” Bucky smiled and gave one last squeeze to Peter’s balls. Peter let out a groan.

“Go get the cream from the cupboard” Bucky ordered, and Peter dashed to the cupboard, retrieving the aftercare cream. The cane marks were bright red and sore and stung as Peter kneeled back down in front of Bucky. He squirted a small dollop into his hand and massaged it over Peter’s skin, soothing the bright red burning skin. His skin was warm and smooth and soft, and he moaned gently. When Bucky pulled his hand away, he felt the cold air hit him like a slap.

“Now, be a good boy and make me some coffee” Bucky ordered, slumping back in the plush chair.

“Yes Sir” Peter said with a small smile on his lips, and he stood from the floor, leaving the room to follow his order.

Part 2

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bitrashteddy · 2 years

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The Harley Keener Villain Complex

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spider-pxrkers · 4 years

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you’re worth more || popular!peter parker x female reader

summary: you and peter used to be best friends before he re-brandished himself into someone more popular and forgot about you. a few years later, he comes to you with an unusual favour.

a/n: this was an entry for @quackeroos writing challenge under the “fake dating” prompt. if you’d like, go check it out:)

warnings: fake dating trope, angst, fluff, swearing, peter needing a hug:3

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“I don’t get it, what is it you want from me?”

The moment you tried you recalling the last conversation you had with the boy before you, you felt yourself get flung back into a memory in middle school, where a younger you and a rather scrawny, smaller boy sat huddled next to each other within the crook of his bunk bed, under a hurdle of blankets with a bowl of chips between the two of you. You both had your gazes fixed onto the bright screen of the laptop before you. Some silly science film Peter always talked about played all because he’d won the coin flip deciding who’d pick the movie that night. That night was the last time you remembered hanging out with him, the last night you and Peter Parker were actually friends.

“I want you,” as he spoke up from opposite you, snapping you back to reality, your eyes finding him leaning in much closer than he was a few moments ago. “To be my girlfriend for a couple months.” His tone was nonchalant as he spoke, his voiced laced with relaxed confidence, as if he knew he was going to leave the conversation getting what he wanted. “Or pretend to, at least.”

You narrowed your eyes at the boy before you. The Peter in front of you was definitely not the same boy you knew years ago. His arms lay on the cafeteria table in front of you, his fingers resting intertwined with one another has his chest rested slightly above, leaning in as if he was telling you some forbidden secret. His hair was lightly gelled and his eyes were the same brown shade, yet with something unfamiliar resting within them.

Peter Parker had grown from the shy nerd he used to be, no longer dawning T-shirts with silly puns on them but instead draped in leather and fitted shirts. He was pushed around constantly in middle school, picked on for every little thing he’d do before he decided to change it all and change who he was. He was mocked, pushed around and more or less tortured by the very people he now calls his friends.

It was the summer after ninth grade when he returned to school. He was taller, toned and more attractive than ever with a completely new wardrobe and contacts instead of his usual thick, round glasses. He abandoned you and Ned Leeds, moving on to a completely new clique. A few years went by and now, he’s one of the most popular kids in school. So, why did he want you to be his girlfriend?

You leaned back a little bit, leaving the once close proximity of his face to yours. “You want me to be your girlfriend?” You let out a laugh laced with satire. “And what? Lean on your arm for a couple weeks until you find yourself another girl to fuck?”

You expected him to be offended but all your words did was trigger a smirk hidden behind a smile. “It won’t be like that. The guys,” you glanced behind him at the table he was at before he had come up to talk to you, full of jocks who tried their best to look like they weren’t looking at your conversation unfold. You rolled your eyes at them before focusing your attention back to Peter. “Made a bet with me. They want to see how long it’ll take for me to, you know..” He spoke calmly, looking at you expectedly, as if you were supposed to catch on.

Unfortunately, you did.

You tilted your head at him, folding your arms almost defensively as you furrowed your eyebrows. “Know what, Parker?”

“Come on, Y/N. They want to see how long I could a keep a girl like you for.”

Your raised an eyebrow, “A girl like me?”

His smile disappeared as he sighed. “You know what I mean.”

“I really don’t.”

Silence lingered over the two of you and Peter leaned back.

This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

It was no surprise you weren’t as known in the school as most others. Truth was, most of the kids in Midtown annoyed you. You preferred staying under the radar, having a few close friends rather than a ship full of them.

You stared at him, hardly recognizing the boy who once belonged to your friend group. After a few more moments, you gave in to the silence. “You expect me to go along with this?”

“I didn’t have to tell you about the bet alright?” He said to you. “But I found it, in the goodness of my heart,” he placed a hand over the left side of his chest, earning an amused look from you. “To tell you instead of screwing you over. I thought maybe we could work out a deal.”

You nodded slowly, catching on. “What do you get out of this?”

His eyes looked up to meet yours, a ghost of a smile making its way back onto his face as he shrugged. “Five-hundred a month.”

Your jaw dropped, “Five hundred?” All he did was nod. Your eyes shot back to the jocks table as your eyes landed on the “leader”, Martin. You studied him as you recalled your friends tell you his dad was some owner of a big oil company. You figured he was the type of guy who’d push his money wherever he wanted, but never would you have thought him to be this low. But why on earth were you worth five hundred a month? “Why would a guy like you need that much cash, Parker?” You always thought he was as well off as the other guys, he was popular and brandished himself such anyway.

His eyes faltered for a bit at your question, his eye twitching as he looked you over. It was as if a mask slipped off his face for a split second, revealing a look of doubt before it withered and the mask came crawling back on. “I need to get a couple things done.” he said simply.

“Uh-huh,” you decide not to push it. “And what do I get out of all of this?”

His eyes glistened with mirth. “Twenty percent?”

“Thirty.” You shot back.

“Twenty.” He leaned back onto the table, eyes challenging you. But you wouldn’t back down. If you were going to take part in this stupid act, might as well get something out of it.

“Twenty-five.”

The air grew tense as you stared down into his eyes which were locked directly onto yours. You swore you saw the corner of his mouth tug upwards as he spoke, “No one can know you know about this Y/N.”

All you did was smile as you reached out to grab the apple in front of you before taking a bite. “Know about what?”

“This is, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

You and MJ were sat in the bedroom of your apartment afterschool, you at your desk chair while she lay on her back on your bed, her hands folded behind her head accompanied by a blatant look of judgment etched onto her face. You told her about your and Peter’s arrangement, despite him telling you not to, the moment after it happened; an arrangement which she heavily did not approve of. She never liked the popular crowd in school, she was convinced they were all spoilt and shallow.

Some of them were.

“Come on MJ,” you’d been trying to make her see your point of view the entire day. But if there’s one thing your best friend was, it was stubborn. “The money isn’t a lot yeah but you know I need to start saving for college and-”

MJ shot up from her position, a humorless laugh escaping her. “Oh please,” her laughter continued, even louder confusing you as you stared at her.

You fought the smile appearing as your watched your friend’s outbreak, despite your puzzlement. “Why are you laughing?”

She wiped a tear from eye as her laughter resided, standing up to tower over your position on the chair, her grin still wide. “Don’t pretend you’re in this for the money.”

“What do you mean-”

“You’re doing this because by the end of it, you’re hoping you’ll fish out the ‘real’ Peter Parker from somewhere.” You titled your head at her, trying to grasp the point she was trying to make. She leaned in closer to you, her face inches from yours as she spoke lowly, “You know, the guy you had the biggest crush on in eight grade?”

You scoffed at her expression, “I did not-“you paused mid-sentence as you stared at MJ’s expected look on her face. “Alright, maybe.”

Her grin widened even more, “Ha! I knew it!” She pumped her fists in the air while you shook your head as she did a mini celebration dance.

“But that’s not why I agreed to this.” You stated.

“Sure it isn’t.” She looked over at you, her chuckles seizing as she gave you a look of sympathy. “You know if you do this, you can’t expect anything from him after?” You furrowed your eyebrows at her. “He doesn’t feel the same about you Y/N, the two of you haven’t spoken since middle school. And he’s not that same kid anymore. ” MJ walked over to you and crouched in front of your sitting frame. “You can’t change him back into that kid. This is only going to end with you getting hurt.”

You slowly shook as you looked at her. She was right. Peter wasn’t the same kid he was years ago. He usually sat in large groups with the jocks at the back of every class, laughing at their lame jokes and taking part in their stupid ideas of fun. He looked different, dressed different, talked different, and as you thought over your arrangement, a quick flash of doubt entered your head.

But when your eyes peered behind MJ at the picture of you and Peter in ninth grade on your bedside table, posing with Ned Leeds in front your group’s first place science project with peace signs and wide smiles, you figured the nerdy kid you’d been in love with since you were thirteen was still in there, somewhere.

You were free during fourth period, and you chose to spend that time alone in the gymnasium. You didn’t know the other kids you were free with, and preferred the time alone anyway. On most days you’d sit on the bleachers and catch up on homework or a late project. Today however, you had your headphones plugged in, a song by your favorite artist playing. You sat with your eyes closed, content, for a few moments before being interrupted by feeling someone place their hand on top of yours. Your eyes shot open as you drew your hand back quickly, looking to your left to see Peter Parker sitting. An expression you couldn’t recognize rested on his face as you saw his hand next to yours. “What were you just doing?”

“Holding your hand?” he said expectedly. “You know, the thing people who are ‘in love’ do.” He positioned his body to instead straddle the bleacher seat, his front facing your side, separated by your book bag.

You scoffed, removing your eyes from his gaze, instead looking directly ahead of you at the empty gymnasium. “We are not in love.”

“Of course we aren’t,” he said. You glanced over at him, a bit of hurt panging in your chest before pushing it away. “But if we’re going to be telling everyone we’re dating, we might as well give them something to believe.” He spoke with a mischievous tone. You looked over at him. He was in his usual brown jacket, a smirk prominent on his face.

“Something like what, Parker?” you challenged.

He chuckled at you as he leaned in closer to you, his breath warm. “How about I show you?”

You laughed as you shifted to your side, trying to put a little distance between you and the boy next to you. “Alright, we need some rules if we’re going to do this.”

His lips turned into a pout, obviously taken aback by your pulling away, but he wasn’t going to show you that. He straightened his posture, clearing his throat. “What kind of rules?”

“Rules that,” you began. “Will entail boundaries, what we can do, what we can’t do.” This is my first experience with a relationship, so we-”

“Wait, wait, wait, hold up,” he let out, leaning back and holding his hand out in front of him. “You’ve never dated anyone before?”

You caught his eyes, feeling as if he was judging you. You felt a pinch of insecurity as he looked at you but ignored it. “Yeah, so?”

His eyes softened as his smirk turned into a light smile, it almost seemed genuine to you. “Nothing,” he said quietly. “Just didn’t think Y/N L/N never got around.”

“Oh right,” you grinned. “Just because I don’t throw myself at every girl with two eyes and a round-”

He laughed. “Alright, alright. I get your point, I’m not judging.”

The two of you sat together during your free period, creating a list of rules for your ‘relationship’. After the two of you were done, you sat back satisfied as you looked over the list you wrote. The first rule was at the top of the page, written by Peter:

No telling anyone the relationship isn’t real.

You chose not to admit to Peter that MJ already knew, it wasn’t like she’d tell anyone anyway.

After his rule you wrote,

No kissing in private or in public.

“That one’s stupid.” He’d said when you wrote it. “How are we supposed to sell a relationship if I can’t kiss you?”

“You’ll find other ways.” Was all you said, earning a smirk from him.

You came up with the third rule as well,

At least one movie night every week, with Y/N’s choice of movie.

Peter protested at the last part, but you wouldn’t budge. If there was anything that could maybe help Peter get back to his regular self, it was a binge of the silly sci-fi movies he loved.

The last rule was mutually chosen between the two of you and in his writing was scribbled,

After the relationship has ended and both Peter and Y/N are paid, the two would never bring up the relationship again.

Peter didn’t really care about the rule, all this relationship was to him was a way to earn money. You agreed to it too; you hoped to get the old Peter you knew back, not the one who threw himself at every girl he saw and picked on any kid smaller than him. If it couldn’t happen by the end of a few months, you didn’t want to be involved with him.

You neatly folded the paper and tucked it into your bag before you and Peter shook hands in agreement to this new relationship.

This was going to be fun.

It’d been three weeks since you began on your relationship. You did what regular couples did, went on dates (making sure to post a lot of pictures online for everyone to see) and spending most of your school days connected at the hip. You got to know the new Peter a lot more, something you can’t say was easy. Most of the times you hung out were when he was with his friends. That meant seeing him laugh at obnoxious demeaning jokes, and making some of them himself. They’d make fun of other students and you’d give him a pointed to look if he ever went too far, earning the vaguest shimmer of guilt before his regular smirk would settle back onto his face, and he’d delve more into the joke, earnings loud guffaws and bumps from his friends. Whenever they would make a joke about Ned, you’d shake your head and leave; that was a line you didn’t want to see Peter cross.

The next few weeks also consisted of you and Peter getting used to having each other in the other’s lives; to really sell the two of you ‘dating’, the two of you spent a lot more time together. In the beginning, Peter asked you to sit with him in classes the two of you shared. When he first asked you, you were hesitant and honestly reluctant. You were serious about your classes and the jock’s reputation screamed nothing but, ‘Distraction.’

Peter knew you’d be uncomfortable, he knew the moment he saw your face fall when one of his friend’s made some stupid joke about your ‘relationship’, as he pulled you to sit with him in the back row, despite your protests. You were quiet the entire class after that, even removing your hand from the grasp of his. And after the bell rang, you got up and left without saying a word. He wanted to go after you, but was stopped by his friends pulling him back and sending pats on his back and laughter in a deep mocking voices, a congratulations for going along with Martin’s bet. His face was hard, all he felt was guilt as his friends pulled him out of the class and out the doors of Midtown.

As you walked up the stairs of your apartment, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Pulling it out, you swiped your lock screen to see a text from Peter.

‘Hey.

I’m sorry about today

It was stupid to make you do that.’

You shook your head, almost laughing at his text, before replying back with one of your own.

‘Didn’t know you were such a sap, Parker.’

You bit your lip nervously as you saw him typing back. You were about to tuck your phone back in when the screen lit up.

‘Ha ha very funny.

I need to talk to you about something, call me when you reach home.’

Your eyebrows narrowed while you read his message before running up the stairs and into your apartment. The moment you fell back onto the bed you dialed Peter’s number, pressing the phone to your ear.

“Hey, babe.” The word slid of his tongue so smoothly through the phone, it made you cringe.

“Please, don’t call me that when we’re not in public.” You mumbled as you perched the phone between your ear and shoulder, playing with your fingers.

“Alright, babe.”

You could hear his soft chuckle at your reaction as you cringed out loud once more. “What do you want, Parker?”

He didn’t answer for a bit, a silence lingering between the phone lines. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, almost gentle. “After you left today,” he began. “The guys asked about you, about us.”

You lent back into your pillows as you listened, “What about us?”

“They well- you know how they are.” Your face tightened as he spoke to you. He was silent for a little longer before sighing, giving in completely. “Martin says he won’t pay unless he has proof we...you know, slept together.”

Your eyes closed as you heard him, anxiety filling you. “What do you mean proof?”

“It doesn’t have to be like a video or anything,” Peter’s voice grew more and more soft, realizing how this must’ve sounded to you, how freaked out you’d be. “You could maybe just come over tonight maybe and-”

“And do what, Parker?” your tone was thick, you hated where this was going.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing.” He quickly reassured you. “We could just hang out, watch a movie or something. I’ll send him some stupid picture and nothing needs to happen.” You heard his breath hitch. “I promise.”

Silence filled you once again as you grew uncertain. This shouldn’t be weird, you’d had several sleepovers with Peter when you were younger, but you knew this would be different, even if nothing happened between the two of you.

The last few weeks played tricks with your mind. You were convinced you didn’t need to like Peter to keep up your fake relationship, but something inside you thought otherwise. As you hung out more and more, the pair of you grew more comfortable with one another.

You hated to admit MJ was right, but as the days went by, you felt your feelings from four years ago resurface. It was slow at first, it began when hesitant fingers crawling on the other’s turned into tender arms draped across the other’s shoulder. It grew as the two of you spent afternoons watching your favourite movies; you even decided to give his new love for crime movies a try. And after several mornings of grabbing coffee together before school, he eventually learned your order and would have it ready before you’d enter the coffee shop, making you realize this ‘relationship’ was going to get a lot more complicated, especially since you knew he didn’t feel the same. It’d be wrong for you to go to his place, to spend the night there, without him knowing how you felt. But you doubted he cared, he was Peter Parker for God’s sake, he could have any girl in New York with a snap of his fingers, why would he want you? Some girl from his past who he suddenly decided to talk to for five hundred bucks?

After a long time of saying nothing you took a deep breath. It would be wrong of you, but it wasn’t like anything between the two of you would happen anyway.

“I’ll be there by eight.”

Within the hours of four to eight, you began to get ready. After your shower, you called MJ -much to her distaste- to confer about the outfit you were going to wear which ended up turning into a two hour long rant session with your best friend about whatever. After, you pulled on your jeans and a crop top, before pulling it off and replacing it with a light blouse instead. You packed a separate bag with pyjamas and whatever else you needed. When you were ready, you headed out the door and left for the address Peter sent you.

You’d seen his apartment before. It was located close to where you stayed, a smaller apartment that most. As you climbed up the stairs and knocked on his door, you felt yourself grow excessively more nervous. You adjusted the bag’s strap on your shoulder before looking up to see Peter open the door.

His hair wasn’t gelled like it usually is, instead in light wet curls, you assumed he just stepped out of a shower. A plain white tee-shirt clung to him above worn blue jeans.

“You’re early.” Was all he said with a smirk as he stepped back to let you in.

Why did he always have to smirk?

You walked into the apartment and down a short corridor before entering the living room. You recognized a few decorations lying around, the frames on the walls and picture of his uncle Ben. It’d been so long since you’d been in the Parker residence, it almost felt the same from all those years ago. But as you looked around, you noticed no science fair trophies or class awards on the end table like there used to be. Instead, laid simple miscellaneous decorations. Gold medals no longer decorated the walls, Peter must have made his aunt remove all of it when he got to high school.

“So, what movie did you get?” Peter’s voice sounded behind you pulling you from your thoughts and as you turned around, you saw him leaning against the kitchen wall, his hands fidgeting.

He probably just wanted to get this night over with.

You bit your lip as you reached into your bag, pulling out a DVD disk. Here goes nothing. “I brought Star Wars,” you said quietly as you watched his face shoot up to meet yours. It was a movie he would make you watch all the time in middle school and judging by his reaction, he seemed to remember.

You expected him to get mad, his face was hard, expressionless. “Did you bring anything else?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall and making his way over to you.

“No,” you replied, still grasping the cover. He now stood directly in front of you, reaching his hand out to take the cover from your hands as he stared at it.

“I haven’t seen this in years.” You looked up to see Peter with a soft smile on his face as he flipped over the cover, viewing the back. He looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours as a smile found your face.

“Didn’t think you’d still like it.” You mumbled as you realized how close the both of you actually were. There was something in eyes you couldn’t point out, they were softer, almost more vulnerable than any thing you’d seen of him in school. It was as if all his walls were down.

The hand of his that wasn’t holding the case lightly made its way to your arm, grazing it. Your faces were inches apart. His gaze was below your eyes, at your lips as he stepped even closer. “You don’t know what I like.” He whispered.

The two of you leaned in close to each other, forgetting the rules you made, almost in contact until the sound of a door clicking made you jump away from him, landing on the couch.

“Peter! I left some leftovers on the stove,” the sound of May calling out while she entered the room rang through the apartment, as you and Peter straightened yourselves and you stood up. “Just put it on medium in the microwave for a bit and it should get-“she turned around to see her nephew standing by the couch and you next to him, playing with your fingers. “- done.”

There was an awkward silence among the three of you as May stared at the two of you, tilting her head to the side as she tried to grasp what was going on. “May,” Peter spoke up, breaking the silence. “You remember Y/N, right?” He snaked an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to his side.

You gulped as she kept staring at you. “Hey Ma- Mrs. Parker.” You gulped, waving at her.

It was quiet for a bit longer as her eyes darted between the both of you, a warm expression finding her face. “Y/N, I haven’t seen you since,” she said softly, a smile appearing as she shook her head slowly. “I can’t remember.”

You felt almost remorseful as you watched May’s expression shift. She was heartbroken when you and Peter fell out, you remember Ned telling you countless times that she’d scold Peter for letting go of you.

“Yeah, we got in touch recently and,” Peter said he went to grab your hand pulling it up. “This happened.” He lied smoothly as you smiled at her.

You swore you saw her smile falter a bit, “Oh.” Was all she said as she put her keys in her purse and looked at her nephew before her gaze landed back on you again. “Well, I’d love to catch up, Y/N, but I have to get to work.”

“It’s not a problem Mrs. Parker.” You said as she walked to open the front door.

“Dear, you can still call me May.” She laughed before stepping out. “Have fun you two.”

After she shut the front door behind her, you moved your hand out of Peter’s grasp, stepping back from him. “So,” you said to him while he avoided your eyes, making his way to the kitchen. “Does your aunt not like when you bring girls here, Parker?”

He laughed quietly, pulling out a few ingredients out of cabinets. “I don’t really have girls over here.”

An amused smile found your face as you moved to stand opposite the counter in front of him, completely forgetting about the interaction before May entered. “Oh really?”

He looked up to you grinning, before pulling a cook book out of a drawer. “Oh really. Only if they’re very special.” He winked at you before flipping through the pages, making your cheeks stain red.

“What are you doing?” you asked him, flustered at his actions, trying to change the subject.

“No offense to May’s pot pie but,” he began, eyes lighting up as he found the page he was looking for. “I’m really craving a good batch of cookies right now.”

You snickered at his childishness before moving to stand by him. “I’ll do it.”

He snorted without missing a beat, “Sure you will.”

You narrowed your eyebrows, smacking his arm. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What it’s supposed to mean is,” he tilted his head to look at you. “The last time you tried baking, we almost burnt your kitchen down.”

“That,” you defended. “Was five years ago. I’ve grown since then.”

So the two of you got to work. As you created cookie batter, Peter played some music on his phone. He named himself ‘DJ’ for the night since anytime he tried helping you bake, you’d swat his hand away, muttering an ‘I got this.’

He watched you work, your eyes darting between the pages of the recipe to the ingredients around you. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your lips caught between your teeth as you worked and he’d laugh whenever you’d softly swaying to the music he played.

Why was he so entranced by you? Why did he feel like kissing you when you showed him a movie he’d last seen when he was fourteen? For every minute he spent with you he found himself with memories of things the two of you did when you were younger, when he hadn’t transform into a whole new person.

He could let his walls down around you, you knew the real him. A few weeks ago, you were just some girl he was holding onto for some money, it wasn’t supposed to go beyond that.

But now, he wanted nothing more than that.

“This tastes like ass.” You spit out the cookie onto your plate, gagging at it. You both sat opposite each other at the small dining table, eating the disaster of the desert you tried to make.

Peter chuckled as he took another bite. “Didn’t know you’d know what that tasted like, Y/N.” he teased.

You rolled your eyes at him before staring at him in disbelief as he bit into the cookie again. “You don’t have to pretend to like it Parker, I know it’s terrible. I failed as a chef.” You said, dramatically tossing the cookie back onto your plate and slumping back into your chair in defeat.

“No really,” he said before taking one last bite and dusting his hands out before forcing himself to reaching for another cookie. “It’s good.” He really didn’t like it; it was goopy and burnt, but he didn’t want you feeling worse.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, listening to the soft music he played.

“Why don’t you call me Peter anymore?”

You looked up at him, not expecting the question. “What do you mean?”

He placed the cookie back onto the plate before leaning in front, his arms resting on the table, his eyes looking directly into yours. “You call me Parker, all the time. It used to be Peter, I just wanted to know why.”

You contemplated your words as he looked at you. “I guess,” you spoke slowly. “I started hating you, after eight grade?” He nodded slowly at your words. The two of you never spoke about your falling out after it happened, the two of you never talked at all. “Not anymore of course, I just didn’t feel like calling you by your name. You weren’t exactly my favorite person after that.” You tried laughing a bit to diffuse the tension, but Peter didn’t seem that taken aback. “I mean, were best friends, Parker. And then one day you decided to throw that away without even telling me for, I don’t know, rep?”

A few more moments passed. You looked down at your lap. Should you have said that?

“You can still be happy, Peter.” You whispered, brushing a tear from his cheek. “You don’t need to sink to their level.”

“It wasn’t rep.” He said after a while. You thought he’d be angry, but his tone was soft and quiet, almost broken. “You know what it was like for me, Y/N.” he began. “They’d push me around every day. I’d come home with bruises on my face and I’d have to lie and tell May it was because I fell during gym. I couldn’t leave class a single day without being insulted or getting threatened. And then Ben died,” You looked at him when his voice cracked and you saw his hand shaking while he took a deep breath. “And I just couldn’t take it anymore, Y/N. I couldn’t.” You reached your hand out to his but he pulled his chair back and got up.

“I know I pushed you away, I know I did with Ned too. But, I- I hated my life. I hated waking up, I h-hated living.” You got up and went after him, standing opposite his shaking figure, gently lacing your hand with his, rubbing circles into his knuckles. “But after I did what I did, after I changed, they treated me like a god Y/N, I was finally happy for the first time in so,” You watched his face morph into a broken expression as his watering eyes stared into yours. “So long.”

“You didn’t know what it was like, Y/N.” he said, his hand moving up to clasp around yours on his face as he caught his breath. “I can’t go back to that.”

You found yourself leaning in front, until your forehead was pressed against his. “You don’t have to. But you don’t need to throw away who you really are either.” You realized you may never get the old Peter back, but you could sure as hell help this one.

Peter found himself leaning into your embrace for the second time that evening. His hand moved out of yours an instead encircled you waist, pulling you closer as his lips grazed over yours.

“What about the rules?” you whispered, your hand making its way into his hair.

“Fuck the rules.” He shook his head muttered before pressing his lips against yours. The two you stood pressed against each other for a few moments as his lips molded into yours. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. You felt yourself slowly walking backwards until your back was pressed against the wall behind you. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair as his hands pulled you flush against him. Years of anger, confusion and longing to go back to what once was poured out of the two of you as you pulled him closer, breaths mixing into a fusion of adoration before the loud ringing of someone's phone sounded.

“You better get that.” You mumbled into his mouth. He simply groaned and shook his head against yours, his lips moving to the corner of your mouth. “It could be Martin.” You said. “Peter.”

He pulled away, his eyes looking deep into yours before he pecked your nose and moved back, untangling himself from you and grabbing his phone, sliding to answer the call. “What do you want, Martin?” he spoke impatiently, eyeing you still against the wall.

“Hey man,” Martin spoke from the phone. “Just thought I’d call to see if everything was,” his voice lowered, “going according to plan? You still do want that cash don’t you?”

Peter looked up at your tangled hair and lightly swollen lips. Your eyebrows furrowed at him as you stepped forward.

You were worth so much more than five hundred bucks.

“Screw the money, Martin.” He said.

“What?” Martin replied, taken aback. “Parker, what’s going on without you?”

“I don’t need your money, I don’t need you.” Peter bit back, his voice laced with annoyance.

“Watch it Parker-” Peter hung up the phone before Martin could finish, tossing it onto the table before sighing.

“What happened?” You asked him, approaching him and grabbing his hand.

Peter smiled at you before pulling you against him, nuzzling his face into your neck, pulling you into an embrace. “I don’t want to fake a relationship with you anymore.” He whispered before lifting his face up and gazing into your eyes.

You gave him a bemused look.

He chuckled at you, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I want to do it for real.” You looked up at him as you heard his voice change. It wasn’t as deep, instead lighter, and more genuine. You grin was wide as he dipped his head back down, connecting his mouth back to yours.

“You know I could’ve done with that five hundred dollars.” You pulled back, grinning at him.

“Shut up.” Was all he said before kissing you again, both your smiles broad.

Things changed a lot during the next week. Even though Martin was pissed at Peter, the rest of the guys didn’t seem to care that much. He still hung out with his friends, and after a while of actually getting to know them, they didn’t seem all that intolerable.

Most of them.

You saw Peter softening up sometimes, he no longer dragged you to the back of classes or spent every minute of the day with the guys. However, there was still a line between the old Peter and new one.

Sometimes the line was less obvious, like when you introduced Peter to MJ. The two were hesitant to talk to each other at first, not knowing how to act or what to say, but after Peter caught a glimpse of the book MJ had with her during lunch, the two of them dove into a heated debate, frustrating MJ and amusing Peter.

You grinned as the two of them bickered, laughing at MJ. She’d probably be much closer to the Peter you knew when you were younger, but you learned to love the Peter you had right now.

“Peter?” he hummed in response for you to go on as you played with his hair. “I invited someone over today, to hang out with us. That okay?”

It was one evening when you decided to test just how much the line could falter.

You and Peter hung out in your apartment, his head resting on your lap as the two of you sat on your couch, watching TV. You saw your phone buzz before deciding to talk to Peter.

“Don’t know,” he replied before grinning at you. “Is she cute?”

You rolled your eyes at him, silently scolding him as the doorbell rang. You lightly pushed him off of you as you went to answer it, him standing up behind you and following you. “It’s not a she, actually.” You grasped the front door handle, turning to face him.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he crossed his arms behind you. “Who is it then?”

You smiled at him before, pulling open the front door. Behind it, Ned stood, playing with his hands. “Hey Peter.” He said quietly, slowly waving at him.

Peter looked between you and Ned, stepping in front of you to be directly in front of the boy. Your heart sunk as Ned flinched at the movement, probably used to being hurt by people like him.

Peter’s face softened as he held his hand out to the boy, smiling instead. Ned’s mouth turned into a broad grin before he excitedly put his hand in, the two delving into their old handshake before Peter pulled him into a hug, both of them laughing. “I missed you buddy.” Peter said before pulling away and pulling you in, Ned’s hands trapping the two of you into a group hug.

Things weren’t going to be the same, but right then and there, you knew you could be okay.

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favoriteficquotes · 4 years

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“Yes, tell me more about the troubles of accelerated healing,” Daredevil intoned dryly. “The cross you bear must be so heavy. I’ll just go home and count myself lucky that I’ll have to spend the next few weeks claiming I fell down the stairs.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7936447/chapters/18140176

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plaidamoosette · 6 years

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“I Wish” Masterlist

So uh… Really nervous to write this and share it with everyone, but thank you for reading. Enjoy!

Warnings: uh… abuse? Depression, slightly? Cursing, attack… I’ve never been to New York, so bear with me on my inexperience please!

Outline: Peter Parker saves you. Spiderman too. And as you grow closer to the two, you make a few connections. Is the same boy who dragged you out of your depression the same masked savior of the city?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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avengers-sweethearts · 7 years

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In Deep Water (Peter Parker x Reader)

The bell had just rung telling you it was finally time to go home and watch your favorite television show. You happily walked to your locker to grab the books you needed for the weekend.

Unexpectedly, a few of your friends came up to you as you were shutting your locker to invite you to this awesome lake party you'd heard about around school, and you accepted before they could even finish asking if you wanted to come. Your couch could wait.

You spent a lot of time around the water, it was one of your favorite things. Your father had taken you to his family's lake house ever since you learned how to swim, needless to say you were really excited for this party.

The four of you decided to hang out until it was time to go. As you were walking Flash came up behind you asking if he could join in on your plans, which you found strange because all he ever does is torment you and a select member of the group. But you could tell as soon as he started walking with you guys, he was just there for your other two girl friends.

The two girls ran off like bunnies to go obsess over their outfits, making sure their hair and makeup was done to perfection. Probably trying to impress Flash, which you had no intention of doing. You wanted nothing to do with that mess, so you stayed out in the living room with the two guys to avoid being dragged into any drama.

"Hey Parker, is Ned coming to the party?" You asked.

"He said he'd pass on this one, he prefers lighter crowds when it comes to boats and water," Peter replied.

"Oh, that's unfortunate. He sure is fun to have around..."

"I can't tell what makes him more of a loser, going to the party or not going," Flash responded in a monotonous tone.

"Hey! Don't talk about him that way, he's a good guy! You exclaimed.

"As you wish," Flash rolled his eyes at you. You heard him say something else under his breath but you couldn't make it out completely, although you tried your hardest to block him out because all he ever has to say to you usually involves name calling or insults.

You made you're way over to the bay window in the living room, leaving Flash to sulk in the kitchen, and sunk to the ground to try and hide yourself from him. Your attention turned to Peter across the room playing with his fingers, staring intently at the ground.

You had been friends with Peter for as long as you can remember. Although as of late, he had become more distant and it was really hard to keep his attention during a conversation or even get him to talk to you at times.

You were taken out of your thoughts as Peter briskly walked across the room grabbing a deck of cards from the bookshelf, and sat down across from you. You instinctively split the deck in half, as evenly as you could, and flipped your first card over.

"What game are we playing?" Peter questioned.

"Slapjack, have you ever played?"

"Actually no I haven't..." Peter shrugged.

"Okay it's exactly like it sounds. All you have to do is take turns flipping your top card over with me and wait for a jack to show up and slap it. If you slap it first you take the pile of cards and whoever takes the whole deck wins. I know it's a stupid game, but I thought it would be an easy pass time while waiting for the others. Plus I'm really imagining the jack is Flash's face so it'll make me feel better," you reasoned.

"No, it's not stupid," Peter said as he flipped his first card over. You focused on the game noticing that Peter had really fast reflexes. The jacks were no where to be found, and the speed of the game increased.

"Are there even any jacks in this deck?" You exclaimed.

"Just gotta keep looking." At that a jack appeared and you both went to slap it. Your hand ended up underneath Peters’ and you quickly put your free hand on top of his. You noticed how warm and comforting his hand felt, but quickly pushed the thought away as he made eye contact with you.

"Y/n, oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to slap that hard, I got so excited when I saw the card and..." Peter trailed off. Your mind went blank seeing him worry and care for you, and your hands stayed in the position sandwiched between Peters's.

"No no it's okay that's the game, this was just a reflex I guess," you gestured toward your hand on top of his.

"Ooooooh, Parker hit a girl Parker hit a girl," Flash chanted.

"Go away Flash," you yelled at him.

"Feisty Y/n, wow my bad. I'll just retreat to this nearby kitchen," he taunted.

Peter took your slightly red hand and held it in his rubbing slowly over the irritated skin. You were taken out of the moment when your two girl friends ran down the hall and loudly announced they were ready to go, Flash whistled and led them to the door.

"Great timing," Peter said under his breath as he put the cards away. He helped you up and offered you his arm to link in his as you walked out together, you were ready for a great night.

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Flash insisted he drove over any other transportation idea. His dad had rented a SUV since his convertible was too small for the five of you. Flash spent most of his time focused on the girls rather than the road. You could tell that this was going to be a bumpy ride. Peter could sense that you were nervous as you sat up as straight as you could and gripped the edge of the seat to the point where your knuckles turned white.

Peter set his hand palm up on the center console that separated you. Without thought you quickly took his hand in yours and squeezed tightly.

"Don't let go, please," you pleaded. Peter stroked the back of your hand with his thumb which was enough to comfort you.

Peter wondered why you were so anxious about the ride, but didn't want to ask in fear of upsetting you. He snuck glances at you when you weren't looking, noticing the tears welling up in your eyes. He'd never seen you like this before. He always saw you as the strong, independent individual you were.

On the other hand, you knew you looked like a baby in front of Peter which embarrassed the heck out of you. You wanted to tell him why, but thought it might just be an excuse so you stayed quiet. But at the same time, Peter hasn't been there for you as of late so you felt like you didn't need to explain yourself to him. Although, if he really cared he would've asked a long time ago.

You have had a strong history of distracted driving in your family and always got emotional whenever you saw it in person and was reminded of the memories. Specifically of your dad who was involved in an accident which led to the selling of your lake house for there was no one to care for it. Sadly, you weren't bold enough to speak up about those issues and kept to yourself.

With the thoughts of your dad and Peter swirling around in your head, you thought to yourself how things have changed. Peter was the closest friend you had, but you realized that he actually probably doesn't know you that well. This was enough for a single tear to fall down your cheek, which led to many more tears. You turned your head towards the window to try to hide yourself, but Peter was very well aware that you were crying.

You were taken from your misery when Peter tapped your hand to show you the view. The lake was huge, and the sun reflected so bright off the water. You began to relax at the sight and then the car stopped. You turned to look at the house and your eyes went wide.

"Woah, this is so cool. This is way different than my cozy apartment," you said aloud.

"Yeah no kidding Sherlock," Flash snarks at you. You don't even listen to the two boys bicker as you were just awestruck by this mansion like house in front of you. You were used to the one story little quaint houses along the water where you were from, but this was amazing. It just looked so modern, like it was supposed to be in a movie.

You walked toward the music playing in the backyard and was greeted to the smell of hot dogs and hamburgers. The patio was converted to the dance floor for the night, and the beach area was full of laughter.

You wanted to venture inside to explore, but thought it might be rude as everyone else was outside. You heard an announcement from the DJ that a pontoon ride was leaving soon for whoever wanted to go and swim in the middle of the lake.

You were taken out of your thoughts when Flash forcefully took your arm and dragged you to where Peter and the girls were.

"Hey, stop! Let go of me!” You screeched as you pried his fingers off of you.

"Whatever you insecure little goody two-shoes," he said as he pushed you into the bush behind you. Your blood started to boil and you felt yourself charging at Flash, but before you could get your hands on him you felt a strong pair of arms hold tightly around your waist lifting you off the ground.

"Woah woah woah, Y/n calm down, you're fine!" Peter said as you resisted against his grip.

"I can't take it anymore, let me at him!” You almost screamed. Flash made faces at you claiming you were overreacting. You soon became limp in Peters arms. It wasn't worth it to fight anymore, he was way too strong. Peter turned you around so you weren't facing Flash and held you by your shoulders steadying you. Your gaze turned to the ground, ashamed at what you just did.

"Just ignore him. Hey, look at me, it's okay" Peter almost whispered taking his thumb under your chin guiding your head to look up at him.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" You questioned with tears in your eyes.

"Oh come on Y/n, you know why. Let's go for a ride, maybe that'll lift your spirits."

You didn't exactly like that Peter avoided your question but nevertheless you followed him to the dock. Flash and your girl friends followed close behind down the path. You noticed that there wasn't just one pontoon, there were three. They also didn't look like pontoons, they looked like mini yachts. What is this place and who owns it, like seriously?

Peter pulled you aside so you wouldn't get trampled by the people that came out of nowhere impatiently filing onto the boats. You stayed in silence looking out to the water admiring the sun that was just about to set.

"I'm so sorry Y/n, ummm I-I have to go," Peter stammered.

"Wait why? Where are you going?" You asked.

"I'm sorry, I'll be back," Peter shouted as he ran back up towards the house. You were shocked by his sudden urge to leave, kind of angry actually. Flash shouted your name for you to get on the boat, kind of like a parent would scold a child, and you found your way to your friends, focusing on the humming of the engine taking you away from the house.

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Peter watched as the boats departed from the dock. He felt incredibly guilty and selfish for leaving you, but he was convinced that he was needed elsewhere.

He frantically ran through the house, stripping off his clothes, and into the Spiderman suit. He found himself on the roof of the mansion overlooking the large body of water. He put the mask on and Karen's voice came to life.

“Good evening Peter, where are you taking me tonight?” The AI questioned.

“Yeah Peter, where are you taking me tonight? I sure hope it’s not anywhere outside of this near friendly neighborhood,” a male voice cockily calls out from behind him, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Mr. Stark... What are you doing here? Ummm I just was checking out the view,” Peter tried to play off.

“No no, you were about to do something stupid again. First off, I own this house. Second, remember last time when I took the suit away. You’re better than that,” Tony remarked.

Peter broke eye contact and looked out on the water. He could see the boats off in the distance. Peter saw a strange ripple in the water, sensing something was wrong, and quickly excused himself from Tony, and headed towards the scene.

“Hey kid, get back here!” Tony shouted feeling responsible for Peter, yet laid back at the same time letting him do his own thing. “Teenagers these days,” Tony remarked to himself as he took a sip of his drink.

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"Hey loser, where's your swimsuit?" Flash asked you as the boat picked up speed.

“Yeah, we're gonna jump in," one of your friends yelled over the engine. It seemed that was almost a cue for both of them to strip out of their glamorous outfits, revealing their bikinis.

"I honestly don't know why you took so long to get all dolled up, your makeup will most likely be ruined in the water," you say.

"We've got this all figured out Y/n, what a party pooper!" The other exclaims as they both turn to Flash and scoff over you.

You roll your eyes and look out on the sparkling water. You don't know why you even tried having friends and going to parties. You just wanted to fit in, but now you were just all too angry. It didn't seem fair that the people you thought cared about you, treated you like crap.

The wind started to pick up, and being close to the water, you felt a little chill go down your spine. You climbed over the back seat of the boat to sit closer to the engine. All you really wanted was Peter by your side, even though you were a little angry with him too.

You hated the mindset you were in, thinking that the world was working against you. You knew that it wasn't. You turned to look back at your so called "friends" to find them missing from where they had left you earlier. You had no time to process what came next.

"One... Two... Three... Yeah!!! Woohoo way to go Flash," one girl shouted.

In that sudden moment, you felt your spirit disconnect from your body and into total darkness. You began to sink farther and farther into the depths of the water, completely helpless.

Flash had been brilliant enough to think that pushing you off the back of the boat would be a great party trick. But instead, you had hit your head on the edge of the deck during the fall, leading you into unconsciousness as you continued to drown into the cold nothingness.

The boat sped away as you thought you were left to your doom. It felt as if you were being encompassed by warm arms and life was closing in on you, taking you to its end. Your body felt light as a feather, like you were flying through thin air taking you up and away.

You suddenly began to feel incredible pressure on your chest. Your lungs were on fire and you immediately turned over on your side and began a coughing fit as your eyes fluttered open.

You tried to sit up but it felt as if a ton of bricks were weighing you down. You were on some sort of beach, but you couldn’t see your surroundings all too well.

Someone was rubbing soft circles on your back, you then became aware that you were being cradled by them for support. You looked down to your side to see red and blue fabric surrounding you. You felt overwhelmed and confused, your heart was racing. Your mind was overloaded with confusion and curiosity. You felt your vision start to blacken, and you were yet again taken away to your unconscious state.

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Peter carried you back to the house and found a bedroom on the main floor to suffice as a recovery room. He took his mask off, and set you down on the plush mattress. You looked so peaceful, but he was worried. He paced back and forth across the room, not knowing what to do to help you. He know that you were fine, that your body was just in shock, but nevertheless he quietly panicked.

He eventually convinced himself pacing wouldn’t do him any good, and found himself standing between you and the window looking out on the water.

You on the other hand had woken up moments ago. You were frozen.

“P...Peter?” You questioned to get the unfamiliar male’s attention.

“Y/n, I’m so glad you’re ok!” Peter exclaimed with too much excitement in his tone, prancing to your side. He took your hands in his and helped sit you up on the edge of the bed. You looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“You’re Spiderman?” You looked up at him.

“What do you mean? How would you come to that conclusion?” You pulled at his suit and grabbed his mask from the night stand.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How could you?” You said with tears overflowing your vision.

“Y/n, I couldn’t. You would’ve gotten hurt. I had to keep it a secret. I couldn’t bear to lose you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself,” Peter half whispered.

You couldn’t listen to it anymore. You didn’t understand why you were feeling so many things. Your blood rushing through your veins, your skin tingling, your throat burning. You never were honest with yourself until this moment, you cared immensely for Peter Parker. By hearing this, you heart was torn to shreds.

Your instinct was to stand up as fast as you could and move as far away from him as possible. At the sudden movement, you went light headed and your legs gave out on you. You kind of forgot you just underwent a slight drowning incident.

Before you could even hit the ground, Peter caught you in a swift motion bringing you to stand up straight with barely any room between the two of you. His arms around your waist, and your arms wrapped around his neck to try and balance yourself.

You heart thumped so hard you swore Peter could hear it. Your breathing quickened, and before you could even think, the space between you was closed. His lips were so soft, dancing upon yours. His touch made you feel at ease, but yet it was so electric.

The kiss was broken and you rested your head on his shoulder. You had no idea how to address what just happened or your past with him. You didn’t know how to explain.

“Peter?” Your voice was muffled by his suit.

“I love you too, Y/n. Always have.”

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pete-rparker · 7 years

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See, Peter?! I’m Fine!!

Word Count: 1196

Warning: vomit, fainting

A/N: Again, because of the warning I put a ‘Keep Reading’.

Forever Tags: @whatisauser @i-saved-me

Request:

Could you do a Peter Parker imagine where the reader has been feeling sick (migraines & feeling achey and whatnot) and ends up fainting and his reaction to it? If not I understand!☺️

You haven’t been feeling the greatest lately. Okay, that’s an understatement. You’ve been feeling like death. Every step you take your head pounds, every muscle you move aches and every word you say makes you feel like you’re on the brink of vomiting.

Of course, you should stay home from school. It’s all the stress you’ve been putting on yourself lately. You just want to do the very best you can in school, this means getting great grades whilst being active in anything you can get your hands on. The stress of juggling all your activities makes you sick.

Awful, you know.

Peter has noticed that you’ve been feeling under the weather lately, but you push away his concerns. You don’t want him to get distracted from his own work. You know how important school is to him and you wouldn’t want to take his attention away from it for even one second.

Today is a particularly hard day. Your migraine has flared up so much that you practically see stars sometimes. You had to be excused from 4th period so you could dry heave in the bathroom. Your muscles are so achy it hurts to walk. But you still attempt to push through it.

All the teachers have noticed your state, one even asked you if you needed to go home. You said no, that it was just a simple cold. Not that they believed you.

So, here you are 9th period, 40 minutes until the final bell rings and you can go home and sleep your illness off. The teacher is droning on and on about the mathematics of time, which you’d usually be interested in and asking plenty of questions, but the vomit keeps rising in your throat. You raise your hand, it shaking slightly.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” The teacher asks, a concern look on his face as he looks at you.

Peter glances at you and his eyes widen. You were able to hide from him in the hallways, so that he wouldn’t question you, but this class you sit next to him. Unfortunately, he notices the green in your face.

“May…” You hold a hand up to your mouth for a few seconds, your eyes closed as you try to not projectile vomit over everything, “May I… excuse myself to the b-bathroom?” You ask, trying to be a polite as possible.

The teacher nods.

You rise, the world seems to tilt and you moan slightly, raising a hand to your head. “I-I… I think I may… faint.” You whisper the last world as you fall. You expect your head to hit the floor, but you fall into something soft. Just from the scent of the sweater, you know it’s your boyfriend, Peter.

“Take her to the office, Peter. Please.” The teacher tells him, a hint of disgust in his voice.

You float in and out of consciousness as you are carried to the nurse’s office. Through the pain and blurry vision, all you can focus on is hot damn Peter’s arms though, has he always been this ripped?

You can hear Peter murmuring something, but only a few words float to you.

“Girlfriend…doesn’t tell me when…sick...bad boyfriend?” His mumbled doubts find their way to you and you instantly feel bad.

You put a hand on his face. “I love you Peter.” You tell him, whispering before falling unconscious.

You wake up with a steady beeping and bright lights. White envolpes you and you wonder for a moment if you’re in heaven.

You’re not.

You’re in a hospital. Of course. You take a deep breath and push yourself into a sitting position. Your mother is sitting in a chair next to you, taking a quick nap. You look down at your arms, an IV is in you. This makes you squirm a little.

“Mom,” You whisper, leaning over so she can hear you. Her eyes snap open and she smiles.

She scooches her chair closer to the bed and holds your hand. “You were malnourished and ill due to stress. That’s what the doctor said.” You cringe and give her a weak smile, knowing it was your fault you fainted. She takes a deep breath, a playful smile on her face as she shakes her head. “Your boyfriend, Peter? Yeah, I wasn’t sure about him when you first brought him home, but man… He almost ran you to the hospital when the ambulance didn’t come fast enough to the school. The nurse’s said they had to pry himself from you, but all he kept repeating was ‘Don’t hurt her! I love her! I’m her boyfriend! (Y/N)! I love her! Will she be okay?!’.” Your mom shakes her head again with a chuckle.

“When I got here Peter was sitting in the waiting room, his leg bouncing so hard I thought he’d break through the ground. I tried to convince him to go home, but… he’s stubborn. He’s been waiting all day. You were out a good 4 hours.” She winks at you, “I’ll go get him, he’ll get upset if I don’t get him right away.”

You nod, grinning so hard you thought your face would burst. Of course, Peter would be protective over you. He wasn’t about to let anyone steal you away, not even Death itself.

Your mom leaves the room and 5 minutes later, Peter sprints into the room. He stops when he sees you staring at him and he tries to play it cool. He leans against the door, panting. “Hey, so… I, uh, heard you were up.”

You laugh at him. “Don’t hurt her! I love her! I’m her boyfriend! (Y/N)! I love her! Will she be okay?!” You repeat what your mom told you in a squeaky high voice. Peter turns bright read and shuffles into the room, the door closing behind him. You shake your head at him, motioning for him to sit next to you. “It’s cute babe. It’s so adorable when you’re worried, over nothing, about me.”

“Over nothing?! You could’ve died, (Y/N)! I cannot believe that you didn’t tell me you were stressed. I know you don’t get hungry when you’re stressed. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. You made it out to seem you were fine!” Peter tells you, on the verge of yelling or crying, you can’t tell.

“Baby, babe. Peter, baby. Listen to me,” You grab his hands, pulling him closer. You put your hands on his face and smile at him. “I’m right here! I’m fine now!”

He pouts in your hands, covering yours with his own, “Just promise me you’ll tell me next time. I give killer massages and I’m sure that will destress you.” He mumbles.

You nod, grinning before giving him a peck on the lips. “I promise.” You two part like the Red Sea when the doctor comes in. He smiles at the two of you before looking at you.

“Your mother signed you out. You’re good to go. A nurse will be in to remove the IV’s. Just make sure to eat 3 meals a day and keep your stress down.” You nod and thank him before he leaves.

“See, Peter? I’m fine!”

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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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punked- p.p

Pairing: peter parker x reader

Summary: you and your best friend peter have your annual prank day, but peter tells you something that throws you off your game.

Warnings: goofy peter and reader, angst, unrequited love, Peter being kind of a dick

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: i can’t remember if i dreamt about this scenario or it just randomly came to me, but here it is! you know i love me some angst so… :)-sava

The blaring sound of your alarm wakes you from your nightly bliss, reminding you that you do in fact, have to rise and interact with the world around you. You reach over towards your nightstand and struggle to locate your phone with just the feel of your hand. you raise your head and look where it is and finally grab onto it, hitting the button that makes the horrible sound go away. You look at your lockscreen photo of you and your best friend, then notice the time and date as well.

It’s officially prank day.

You and your best friend, Peter Parker, have a day set aside every year to pull pranks on one another, each year crowning whoever wins as the ultimate prankster with full bragging rights until the following year. Each year the two of you brought it to the next level, each prank definitely outdoing past years, which always thrilled the both of you.

But you were more than thrilled this year. You’ve been planning this prank since the day after last year’s prank day, a full 364 days. It involved multiple locations, an elaborate plan, and the help of some of the debate club members and the decathlon members, who you swore to secrecy so no one would inform not only Peter, but Ned, MJ, and Betty. You were not taking any chances this year. You were determined for the crown.

You toss the covers off of your pajama-clad body and get up to your feet. You rush around the room as you get ready for a very eventful day, putting on a good outfit, doing your basic makeup on, and gathering a few materials needed for your plan to go accordingly today.

The school building greets you as you pull into your assigned parking space. You weren’t sure why your parents insisted on you driving around in a city where you really don’t need to own a car, but they did, specifically when it came to you going to and from school. Usually you would swing by Peter’s apartment building and pick him up, but when you got your license, the both of you agreed that on annual prank day, you would not ride in the same car, because if something were to happen while you were driving, whether it be a fight or a prank, your father would not be happy if you were to get into an accident, and everyone involved with you two would not be happy in you were injured.

You exit your car with your water bottle in hand and backpack strapped to your back, your head raised tall and confidence radiating and oozing out of every pore in your body.

Running up the stairs and through the doors of Midtown, you spot Ned and Betty standing by Peter’s locker and you flash them a smile. You run up to them and open your locker, which not-so-coincidentally was right next to Peter’s.

“Big day today, Y/N,” Ned says, excitement present in his voice. Your friends loved seeing prank day happened and always wanted to get in on them. Sometimes you would rope them into your pranks or Peter would do so with his, but they never have participated in their own pranks towards you or Peter. Peter has been your best friend since you were 7 years old, when you moved in New York for your dad’s job, and have been doing the prank days since you were 9, so getting new people roped in wasn’t something you and Peter wanted. It was nice to just have this one thing that was just yours.

“Oh yeah,” you laugh, closing your locker to look at him and Betty. “I’m not gonna say too much away, but I definitely think I’m winning this year,” you explain to them. You could see the excitement in Betty’s eyes which made you laugh even more.

“Hey, Y/N,” You hear Peter call from across the hall. You turn and see him walking through the front door in his Midtown sweatshirt on and his backpack slung over on shoulder. You smile at him as he continues to walk your way, and you notice his attitude is a bit different from the past prank days, making you a little worried. You didn’t want to think too much into it, just in case he was using what very little acting skills he has(which are not good, at all) to try and get you.

“Hey Pete! Happy prank day,” you tell him as he finally approaches you. He gives you a half-assed smile and nods.

“Yeah, happy prank day,” he says, little excitement in his voice. You give him a questionable look and he sighs, as he pulls you aside, silently telling Betty and Ned not to worry with a look he shoots them. Now you were starting to get more worried.

“Pete, is everything okay? Did something happen last night on patrol?” You ask, concern evident in your voice. He shakes his head no, which gives you a little bit of relief. Ever since he told you that he’s Spider-Man, you have been worried about him. You know his powers changed him from the kid who would get picked on a little for being the weaker kid who wore glasses, but you’ve known Peter for so long that it’s still a little hard to see him as anything other than the guy you grew up with.

“No, no, nothing like that. I just don’t want you to be mad at me for um…” he trails off, looking to the floor.

“For what Pete? You know I can’t be mad at you, regardless of whatever happens,” you reassure him. He smiles a bit, but you can tell it’s forced. He sighs and looks back at you, eye contact killing you.

“I, um…I don’t have a prank for today.”

“Wait what? Why not? You always have a prank for prank day.” You say, a little upset. You see on his face that he does feel bad, which means something is definitely up.

“I’ve um, been thinking a lot about something lately, that I’ve been meaning to talk with you about, and-“ He began to say, but is cut off by the sound of the class bell. You both sigh in unison and grip your backpacks tightly. The two of you don’t have classes together until after lunch, which really makes this frustrating.

“Shit, we have to get to class. Look, meet me in the library for lunch. I just want it to be the two of us when we talk, okay? It’s really important,” he explains to you. You nod your head and both go opposite ways, with him heading upstairs towards the chemistry lab and you off to the art room a few doors down.

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Time could not have gone slower through your first three classes. Art felt like it was going on forever, as did AP Psych and Chemistry. You mind physically could not focus on anything class because of all the endless possibilities and scenarios flying around inside your head about what the hell Peter needed to discuss with you. Was it about May? Tony Stark? The Avengers? College? You had no clue but it was really starting to concern you. You felt as if maybe prank day should be pushed, in case whatever you two discuss really needed that.

You grab your lunch bag from your locker and head towards the library. Your nerves were all over the place, the overwhelming feeling beginning to take over. Peter was your favorite person in the world and the thought that something could potentially be really wrong scared you. But you knew whatever it was, you would figure it out or go through it together.

You spot him sitting at a table in the corner or the fiction section and head his way. He has his brown paper bag full of treats May packed him for lunch like she does every day, which he has yet to open. It was nice of him to wait on you like that.

“Hey,” you say, scooting a chair out next to him and sitting down. You set your lunch bag down on the table with your water bottle and look at him.

“Hey Y/N.”

You wait there for a few moments, waiting for him to speak. When he got to school this morning, he made it seem like it was so urgent and needed you to know as soon as possible. Now it just seems that he is avoiding talking about it.

“So chemistry today was-“

“Peter…” You say, giving him a knowing look. He sighs and sets down his food, turning his whole body towards you.

“Okay look…what I needed to discuss with you today was, well…about you and I,” he begins to explain. You nod, projecting a fake front. Looking as if you are calm and cool, but ready to hear more.

But on the inside, you were freaking the fuck out.

What did he mean by that? Did he not want to be friends with you anymore? Was this whole friendship built on a lie that he hasn’t told you yet? Or maybe…

“I-I like you Y/N,” he finally spits out. You freeze. Your entire world around you begins to move in slow motion. You see Peter in front of you still speaking, his lips moving ever so slowly, but you can’t hear him. Everything has changed within a minute, and now you were trying to comprehend how to go about this.

Peter had shown no interest in that kind of relationship before. You’re usually good at picking up on hints to a romantic attraction, as you have in the past with your exes. Your and Peter’s relationship has always strictly been platonic, from day one. So where was this coming from?

“W-what?” You ask, finally snapping back into reality. He looks to the table, avoiding eye contact with you as he realizes that you’re shocked beyond your core.

“Look, I know this probably isn’t what you expected to be hearing today-“ He starts to say.

“I went through about a hundred scenarios in my head since we talked this morning, and this never crossed my mind at any point today,” you tell him in a hushed tone. As much as you wanted to react, you were still in the library, so you needed to be quiet.

“I just-I can’t help how I feel about you, Y/N,” He tells you, looking in your eyes. His soft brown eyes bore into yours, the genuine look present in his eyes. He’s definitely telling you the truth, spilling his heart out to you right here in this moment, in the Midtown library.

“I-I,”

“Look, I don’t expect you to say anything right now, you’re obviously shocked. But, um…if you feel the same way…or if you just want to talk more about it after you’ve had some time, meet me at our spot at 7 tonight after I’ve done some patrol,” he informs you. You slowly nod as you watch him grab his stuff and stand front his seat.

“I’m gonna go. I’m sorry to drop this on you today. Just take some time to think, okay?” He asks, his eyes looking back to you for confirmation. You nod again, unable to speak…or move much.

“Okay, well…see you in class,” he tells you again. You can see a bit of disappointment smeared in his face as he makes his way out of the library.

Holy shit.

Peter Parker likes you.

He has real feelings for you.

He actually felt the same way about you.

Your crush on Peter was only minor over the years that the two of you had been friends. You noticed his soft brown curls and cheeky smile the first time you ever saw him, and you were instantly hooked. But all those years ago, you told yourself you and Peter would only ever be friends, and it’s worked out that way ever since…well..today.

The two of you have dated people in the past. Between him dating Liz and you dating Brad recently, you thought it would never happen, especially because you thought Peter and MJ were going to date soon based on how much he seemed to like her. You used a few boys as a way of trying to get the thought of dating Peter out of your mind, which you ultimately felt bad about in the end and broke things off. But even then, you still did not ever expect to hear Peter say that he had feelings for you.

The nerves that resided in you stomach instantly turned into butterflies at the thought of telling Peter that you felt the same way about him. You could just jump around and scream right now, if you weren’t in the library. All of the feelings you’ve repressed over the years were starting to bubble up to the surface and overwhelm every part of your body, and you were doing your best to contain yourself, but the cheek-to-cheek smile plastered on your face couldn’t help but escape.

All you could think about currently was how you were going to tell him tonight at your spot that you do, in fact, feel the same way. That was your new focus for the rest of the day. Were the two of you going to start dating tonight? Was he going to set up something special at your spot and use his romance on you tonight? You had a billion questions and ideas, and you needed to narrow down one perfect one.

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The school bell rang once again, alerting everyone to leave school for the day and go about the other part of their teenage lives. You jumped from your seat in your english class and raced to your locker in hopes of seeing Peter before meeting him tonight. Unfortunately, once you got there, you didn’t see those brown curls that make you melt were currently absent. You shrug it off, as he’s hardly ever around at the end of the day due to his patrol duties that occur immediately after school ends.

You gather your things and dart down the stairs of Midtown, straight to the parking lot. You unlock your car and jump in, tossing your backpack in the back seat and drive off, rushing to get ready for tonight.

After completing a minimal amount of homework, you raid your closet for a nice outfit to wear for the big moment tonight. You were unable to focus on your other set of classes after lunch, between stealing glances at Peter who sat a few desks from you in all three of your other classes, and planning your moment for tonight. Peter was always distracting in class, but you didn’t think he’d be doing it this way.

The squeal you let out when your eyes land on the sight in front of you hurts even your own ears. Your poor neighbors might just file a noise complaint…again. You pull your strapless red velvet dress off the hanger and look at it with a smile. You wore this dress a few years ago to the freshman homecoming dance. You remember Peter saying he liked the dress on you and fumbled over a lot of words that night.

Putting on your small gold hoop earrings, you take a step back and look at yourself in the mirror that hangs on your bedroom door. You smile, happy with how you look. Your dress paired with the earrings and touched up makeup make you look and feel so great, but you needed some element in your outfit to be true to who you are. You kneel down to lace up your white high-top converse and hear your phone begin to ring. You shoot up and grab your phone, seeing Peter’s name on the screen with the goofy picture you assigned to his contact. You swipe to answer and hit the speaker button.

“Hey, um, I just wanted to let you know I’m done with patrol for the night,” he tells you. You can’t stop smiling at the sound of his voice, even if it still sounded a bit down and not the giddy, happy Peter that always calls you after patrol.

“Catch any bad guys?” You ask, trying to lighten the mood a bit. You hear him chuckle lightly.

“Maybe a few. I’ll tell you more about it at our spot.”

“Alright, see you in a few,” you say as you hang up the phone. You grab a purse and throw your phone inside and dart off to your car to one of the most unforgettable nights of your life.

You slam your car door shut and begin your cold walk to your spot. The two of you found a nice secluded spot behind the old Avenger’s tower, which was bought recently by an anonymous buyer. No one ever comes on the other side of it ever since the Avengers moved outside the city. Sometimes, if the gate in unlocked, you go inside and stare at the city on one of the lower balconies, always cracking jokes and Peter sharing stories from patrol. Those were some nights that you really cherished.

You pull your phone out from your purse once you get to the spot. You shoot a quick text to Peter to let him know that you’re here, a little shocked he wasn’t here yet to meet you after taking time to call you to make sure you’re coming. Whatever the case may be, you hope he shows up soon.

Suddenly, you hear the faint sound of chuckling coming from around you. You hug your body tighter, really starting to worry where Peter is. Usually he is so punctual, and if that isn’t the case, he calls and-

“NOW!” You hear from above you. You slowly look up and see a water balloon hurling towards you. Before you have time to even react, it smacks on on the head and bursts. Unfortunately for you, it isn’t full of water, but maple syrup. You feel another balloon hit you as a surprise, not expecting another one so soon after.

“FEATHER TIME NED!”

Ned? You look up to see yellow feathers cascade down from the balcony that you and Peter hang out at so often. You try to move out of the way, but the wind picks up right when you do so, much to your disadvantage. You look down at your dress and see just how horrible it all looks. You look as if someone murdered Big Bird right in front of you after you left a breakfast buffet.

Your dress, the one you were so excited about wearing is now completely ruined, as well as your white converse, covered in sticky syrup and feathers. Groaning, you try to clean off the horrible concoction off your purse and pull your phone out and search for your keys.

The laughter you heard earlier begins to get louder, and you look up to see Ned, MJ, and Peter running out of the old tower with the water balloons in their hands. You stand there in place, shocked beyond your core that this is even happening. Did he fucking play you?

“I fucking win!” Peter shouts, raising his arms in victory. You just keep standing there, trying to wrap your head around everything that’s happening around you. He lied about not having a prank for today.

He fucking played you.

“How does it feel to lose this year, Y/N?” Peter asks taughtingly.

You give him a half-assed smile and start to put on your front for him.

“Um, yeah, congrats. Hey Peter, can I talk to you for a second?” You ask, nodding over to somewhere more private. He nods and laughs again, handing his balloons to Ned and MJ. He flashes a smile at you as he approaches you and you let out a soft sigh.

“Peter what the hell was that?” You asked him, throwing your arms up a bit in frustration. He gives you a confused expression and looks around your surroundings.

“I-it’s prank day? I’m not sure what you’re getting at here, Y/N,” he explains, crossing his arms in front of him. You sigh again and rub your head in frustration.

“What I’m getting at? Peter you fucking played me.”

“Uh…yeah. It was my fucking prank. That’s literally the whole point of prank day Y/N, or did you forget? I don’t see you doing anything this year,” he tells you, his tone doing a complete 180.

“Because you got in my fucking head all day with this-t-this prank,” you tell him, your tone starting to match his. He lets out an annoyed huff of air.

“That’s not my fault that you’re able to be duped so easily,” he says, matter-of-factly. You scoff at him and step back a little. Were the two of you really about to fight right now? Over your annual prank day? You sigh again and look him in the eyes.

“Can you just tell me, I-was everything you did today, part of your prank?” You ask, trying not to sound so desperate for the answer you wanted to hear. You watch his laugh a little bit.

“Well, everything towards you, yeah. I mean, I asked out MJ earlier in chemistry and she said yes, and we’re getting dinner after I’m officially crowned the ultimate prankster for the year,” he explains to you, his voice wavering into a stuck up one.

You feel so embarrassed right now. Dressed up in the cold…for a boy? A boy you’ve known and liked for years…only to be made a fool in front of? And to top it off, in front of his girlfriend? He never felt the same way about you. He used his fake feelings as a front to distract you from ever doing your prank in the first place. If you weren’t so livid right now about everything he just put you through, you would be praising his genius. The part about distracting, not about faking feelings for someone.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” Peter asks, pulling you back from whatever world you were just in. You blink back and look at him, seeing him just waiting for you to acknowledge his win.

“R-right, yeah. Um, congratulations Peter, you won,” you say, excitement absent in your voice. Peter begins to to shout and run over to Ned and MJ in victory. You watch as they revel in victory, hugging and high-fiving one another, all while you stand on the other side looking like a fucking idiot.

You’ve never been this upset about losing prank day before, but in the past it has always been a fair game, no tricks beyond the prank or some elaborate plan that’s lasted the whole day like today. Plus, your vulnerability was compromised and your feelings were played with at the expense of a good laugh, so clearly you won’t be happy. You reach back into your purse and continue to dig for your car keys.

“Well, I better get home now…” You say loud enough for everyone to hear, but met with the continued laughter coming from your three friends. You begin to walk off towards your car with a heavy feeling in your chest, your heart cracking as your body catches up to everything that was just discovered.

“Hey Y/N, wait!” Peter calls out, running up to you. You stop and stare at the ground, unable to make eye contact with him, knowing you’ll break if you look into your favorite brown eyed boy.

“Why did you get all dressed up? You never really talked about that bit,” he asks you. Your shaking your head and look up at him finally, using all of your will power to not cry in front of him.

“Um, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it. Enjoy your date with MJ,” you tell him, hiding the hurt in your voice. You begin to walk off towards your car once more, your pace beginning to pick up a bit.

“C’mon, Y/N, wait. Are you upset with me?” He shouts, loud enough for Ned and MJ to hear. You sigh and keep walking, waving out a hand to everyone to tell them goodbye.

“Have a good night, Peter!” You shout, trying to let out a laugh to fake them out. You unlock your door and hop inside, wasting no time by immediately buckling your seatbelt and dashing off into the city towards your apartment. It isn’t until you’re miles away do you finally allow yourself to open the floodgate and begin to sob your heart out.

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