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“I helped this old lady and she bought me a churro, so that was nice.”

“I’m glad you had a good day, Peter.” You could hear the joy in your boyfriends voice, it made you as happy as you could be. You knew this was what he wanted, that he’d worked so tirelessly to do this, to be a hero. Peter wanted to do good so badly, it was about time he got the recognition. Maybe it wasn’t as huge as others. There were no press conferences or billboards, but there were nice old ladies with churros and kids in the street telling him to do a flip. It was the little things that made his day, and one day he would be on a billboard, and have kids dress up like him for Halloween, and the world looking up to him.

“What about you? What are you up to?” Peter asked, wanting to hear every detail of your day. You were his biggest supporter from the start. You were the first person he told about all this, from his homemade suit to how his Stark internship wasn’t real. You knew more than anyone else, and you just went with it. You could have backed down, broken up, not wanting to be part of this life so young, but you didn’t. You were with him through it all and he was so grateful for thay. He couldn’t thank you enough, there weren’t enough words.

“Nothing as exciting as being a real superhero.”

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FIRST IMPRESSIONS #2

So here I am again! This time I have the part 2 of my first fanfiction about Spider-Man where our protagonist (Thalia) is going through too much for her and everything is out of control. This is more angst than I pretended but I kinda like the way this is going. Anyway, enjoy!

The redhead was in a poorly lit room with a couple of lamps and entertained herself by punching a punching bag, in the center of which was a red spray drawing of a spider. The sweat running down his forehead was proof that she had been there for several hours. She was tired, frustrated, angry, but one more punch was the difference between winning and losing. She didn’t bother to turn when the sound of the door indicated that someone had entered the room but was forced to stop when that person entered her range of vision. A blond boy with brown eyes dressed in a white shirt and dress pants was staring at her so intently that she was beginning to feel uncomfortable.


-This had better be important -she growled, taking off the gloves that protected her knuckles to grab her water bottle.

-I wouldn’t bother going down here if It wasn’t -he replied annoyed- Prepare yourself, I want you out in a hour.


Thalia spat out the water in surprise and coughed several times to catch her breath. With her hand she wiped the water from her face, which was now glowing with joy and impatience.


-Out? Back to work? I’m going for my suit!


Before the girl could take three steps he cut her off.


-Civil clothes, Thalia. Recon mission, they won’t risk you.


As if it were a balloon deflating, Thalia turned to look at him disappointed just in time to receive a folder of papers that he had thrown at her.


-Recon?

-Vigilance, actually. That is your goal. Do not lose sight of him and better that you are not discovered this time. You are in testing period again, do not risk it.

-Okay -she growled in frustration, heading for the exit much more slowly this time.

-Thalia.


The redhead only turned with a raised eyebrow.


-You should go see your father.


Thalia’s heart stirred uneasily, struggling between guilt and pride.


-It’s none of your business -she muttered resentfully, opening the door and slamming it shut.

_________________________

Later on the streets of New York.


-Target in sight, radio silence until further notice -the girl whispered before turning off the hearing aid hidden in her ear.


Captain America in all his glory was a couple of meters from her, with a group of men and women he was helping to train in the park. They stretched and flexed as she sat under a tree drinking water and pretending she was enjoying a peaceful morning.

When more than half an hour had passed without anything interesting happening, Thalia simply let her imagination run wild. Spider-Man’s words were repeated over and over in his head since their last meeting. Anger and frustration filled her and focused on her fist, which began to squeeze the water bottle she was holding until it doubled over. With an eye on Captain America who had now been joined by Sam, she got up to drop the bottle and then buy herself another at a stall a few meters from her position. This also served as a cover, pretending to be normal something she hadn’t known for a year and a half at least. That was what she didn’t like about vigilance, too much time alone with herself. For a year now she had been trying not to be left alone with her own thoughts, which were arguing with each other at a speed that was difficult to continue reviewing her greatest mistakes and criticizing her exploits to be better.

So deep in thought was she that didn’t see the person she ended up colliding. He was a boy a little taller than she, with curly brown hair and edgy chocolate eyes, wearing plain jeans and a shirt with an atom joke on it. The boy was handsome but he was a bundle of nerves, he just apologized and asked if she was okay.


-Peter Parker -he introduced himself with a nervous smile after helping her up.

-Nice to meet you, Parker -she said absently looking around.


It seemed as if the boy was waiting for her to introduce herself and that made her feel a little uncomfortable.


-Thalia -she finally said- Thalia Strand.

-Nice name -the boy smiled almost relieved that the girl wanted to continue talking- Do you come around often?

-Not really -she replied, her gaze wandering around the park almost about to panic because she couldn’t find Captain America.

-Have you lost something? I can help?-the boy continued offering himself.


She looked him one last time, up and down, making the boy more nervous at times.


-I’ll manage on my own, thanks -her response was a little too abrupt but she wasn’t going to stay to apologize.


She left the park in the direction of the busy streets and looked everywhere. How could someone as famous as Captain America go unnoticed in New York? She couldn’t report her situation because she had been on silent radio for hours and because it would make her look bad after her last failure. Frustrated, she took out her cell phone and started searching in social networks, someone have to post something about him because everyone loved Captain America and the social red it’s a good place to freak out just seeing captain America at the metro. And there he was, at a little cafe two roads at her right. So she went there without hesitation and saw him easily from the window of the cafeteria taking pictures with the workers.

She decided to hide in the bookstore across the street where she would go unnoticed and could easily monitor her target. Hiding among the shelves that were displayed in the middle of the street, a cover caught his attention “Spider-Man friend and neighbor or a danger to our city?”. Thalia’s small laugh was heard, she couldn’t agree more with that writer named Jameson. Then she heard a small noise and she felt her body tempt in anticipation, an automatic response after what happened on her last mission. In a quick motion, she had a boy’s arm against his back and he was crushing his face against the bookshelf.


-It’s me. Peter Parker. We just meet at the park a few minutes ago. I… -the boy was interrupted by Thalia who speak like she wasn’t believing what the boy was saying. In fact, she wasn’t believing a word at this point.

- You have been following me? That’s creepy, you know?

-Like a girl who looks innocent but she can push me against the bookshelf without a hand? Yeah. Creepy.

-You don’t know how to talk to girls, right? -she said as she leave the guy so he can take care of his arm.

-Really? I just came because this fell from your pocket when we collide.


In the boy’s hand was a little blue pendant. It wasn’t too much, it was just a little pendant of a turquoise stone obelisk with a silver chain. She freak out a bit at the realization that the necklace wasn’t in her pocket.


-Don’t worry, I just came to return this to you. I thought it was important to you -smiled this guy, Parker, while he leave the necklace in her hand.


She was so confused right now. This guy, whom she didn’t know, came to her from the park just to give this to her just because he tough it was important to her. Something inside her made her feeling weird.


-Thanks -she muttered a little shy.

-Nothing -the always smiling boy stood there as if there was something that Thalia had forgotten.


The weird feeling that Thalia was feeling before just go away. Now the suspicious was on her mind. This guy, Parker, was waiting a reward or something?


-What now? I have thanked you.


Suddenly Parker realize that he was staring at her too much so he blushed abruptly and start rambling about incoherent things like he didn’t want to stare or like it wasn’t like she wasn’t pretty enough not to stare because she was, pretty he wanted to say she was pretty but he wasn’t her to feel uncomfortable with him.

At this point Thalia was just enjoying the sight of this cute boy just freaking out. It wasn’t something she was used to. The flirt, if this was flirting, and the nervous. Things like that was just left behind when her dad started feeling really bad. And this little thought brought her back to reality. Where was him?


-Not again -she growled really frustrated now.

-I… I’m sorry if I’m bothering you.


Thalia look at this guy one more time. She thought that if she wasn’t in this situation maybe she would invite Parker to a cafe and would flirt around just to make him freak out and rumble about things because was cute and funny even if they wouldn’t meet never again just to enjoy chat with someone new. But she had no option.


-Look, I think this is funny and you’re cute but I’m doing something important so thank you again for the necklace but I have to go.


She spoke so fast that the guy didn’t have any chance to say anything more. The girl ran away from the guy and looked everywhere for her objective but it wasn’t around. She swore under her breath. Why was happening this to her? She was happy two years ago, when things were simple and everything was okey and she didn’t have to grow up and take care of herself.

This wasn’t supposed to happen to her.

She was about to cry. She knew that. It was that feeling growing inside her.

She took a breath. Then another breath. And then one more just to be sure.

And here we go again. Running through the busy alleys, looking for the objective when a explosion obstructed the streets. She almost freak out but composed herself. People started running everywhere and screaming. And there he was captain America just fighting a lizard man who came out of the sewer.

She hid in an alley from where she could see everything. She thought about disabling the radio silence and reporting what was happening but she didn’t. Wondering to herself how a person would choose to take care of things like that. How anyone would choose to be a hero? Was it something that everyone would choose except her because everyone was brave enough to choose this? That makes her a coward? Because in her worst moment she choose to be a criminal, following instructions like stealing or spying. Her dad wouldn’t approve it. But he wasn’t there to take care of her, she was the one taking care of herself and her dad.

The lizard man throw captain America and she hide more so he can’t see her hiding there. And she noticed something on her back.


-Hello criminal who doesn’t hide her face this time.


There was Spider-Man. And she was so upset about that hero.


-You have to be kidding me.

-In fact, I make some funny jokes but almost nobody appreciates it.


She took advantage of the always talkative hero and walked back away. But then the hero throw a web to her wrist and pulled her to his chest.


-Not this time, my little criminal.


And then the lizard was thrown into that alley and captain America came running.


-Spider-Man? What are you doing here?

-Oh, hello captain! -waved the hero with his free hand a little too much excited.

-Take your girlfriend away from here!


Captain America was containing the lizard man so he can’t attack them while both of them started rumbling about they weren’t dating, this wasn’t a date, she never would date someone like him or she was a criminal that he had to stop.


-I don’t care! -answer the superhero- Just go away! This is dangerous!

-You need help, cap? -offered the arachnid.

-Go. Away.


The looks that captain America gives them was enough to scare Thalia and she was almost relieved when Spider-Man took her in his arms and swing them out of the fight.


-Let me go, you bastard! -Thalia was fighting with the hero without results because it was like she wasn’t punching the hero’s chest.

-Stop doing that or we’ll fall from there. Do you want to become a crushed mosquito?


And then she stop fighting with the hero. At least until they reached the roof of a building where she pushed the hero away from herself and put in a defensive position.


-Why do you always want to fight? -he complained almost upset with this.

-Because you are the hero and I am the criminal?

-But you told me about this guy forcing you to do this. Even if you ended stealing the tiara I thought you were serious about that. I still believe you. If you have any problem them just…

-Just take care of them -she interrupted the hero- at my own. I don’t need a hero to save me.

-But maybe you need a friend?


And that’s how Thalia asked herself when were the last time she had a friend. But throw away this thought and reforced her defensive position.


-Stop confusing me! I don’t need you!

-If you’re confused maybe it’s because you know I’m telling the truth? Please, I want to help.

-Why do you care? You don’t know me.

-I learned that it’s better offers help first than fight and then ask. I stopped more criminals like this.


And then something happened that surprised both the hero and Thalia. She started laughing. Just a little at first. And then a lot. It was funny the idea of ​​a hero offering him a help that nobody had wanted to give her a year ago. The hero was so surprised that didn’t know how to act. And when she stop laughing she started crying. She was so upset of this. A new mission failed, now she wasn’t be able to found captain America again and she didn’t even knew why she had to spy him. Neither she know how to safe her dad on her own. And that was too much for her.


-Ey -whispered the hero, too close suddenly- it’s okay to ask for help when we can’t take it anymore.

-Why do you care? -she asked in response.

-Because I’m your friend and neighbor Spider-Man. It’s my job.


Thalia was jealous how sure the hero was about his role in his life. She was too lost in her own life.


-Do you want to talk about it? -asked the hero in a whisper almost if he was afraid that she would freak out and go away if he speaks louder.


She didn’t answered as she still crying out all her stress. The hero just sat there making her sure he was there with her. And when the cry stops, she looks at him with her puffy eyes and the red nose and the hero held his breath unconsciously.


-I don’t want to talk about it -was her answer.

-Then don’t talk. Just take me with your boss.


She really thought about it. Her boss was a horrible person and deserved to be in prison. But then her father would be helpless again. Hammerhead was the only one to accept taking care of the bills while she make stuff for him. At the beginning were only simple stuff like help his minions with the food and the cleaning and then started the training and at some point they were taking her in their missions. She really never noticed it.


-I can’t -she answered defeated.

-But you want to paid for your boss? You want to go to prison for him? It’s that important your boss for you?


She shook her head looking at the hero.


-You don’t understand anything.

-Then tell me -his hand took hers to encourage her- I want to understand.


She had the impulse to tell him everything because she was so tired of pretending she was strong enough. She remained silent with that puppy eyes that the hero understood he would be screwed if he still staring at them also he thought he was pushing her too much. So he got up and headed to the edge of the building without a word.


-Where are you going?

-That lizard man was giving a hard time to cap so I’m going to help him.


Thalia nodded, not knowing why she felt a new wave of sadness.


-Will I find you here when that lizard thing is over?


The question was so surprising to her that she had to think twice before answer.


-I don’t know… I have to return home.


The hero sounded almost sad when he spoke again.


-Oh… Then be careful.


And that sounded a little dumb in the hero. The question was written in Thalia’s face.


-Because this is New York and weird things happen everyday. Like that weird lizard man for example or that weird guy that looks like a goblin…


Thalia laugh while the hero still rumbling incoherently.


-Like weirdos guys in weirdos suits jumping around the city?


Spider-Man stopped talking to look at her.


-Is that a joke or you’re just being mean?


A playful smile grow up in Thalia’s face.


-What do you think?


Spider-Man let a nervous laugh scape and passed a hand over his head in an unconscious gesture.


-I’ll see you next time you’re doing illegal things.


He jumps out of the building and Thalia could heard him calling himself stupid.

_____________________

Later

Thalia never had been so nervous to enter a simple room. She took all the courage she could and open that door that was so scary. The room in front of her was all white and in the bed was a man that looks way more old that he really was connected to a lot of machines that were beeping. Thalia needed all she had inside her not to cry again. The man open her eyes and look at her with renovated energy.

-Is that my little Thalia who came to see her old father? -he tried to sit properly but failed- I’m glad you can make time for your old father with your study.

Thalia walk to the bed and stay in with a guilty smile.

-You’re not that old, daddy.

Her dad took her hand in theirs with a meaningful look.

-What is bothering you, pumpkin?

-It’s nothing, daddy. I’m just tired.

-You’re studying too much, are you sleeping well?

-Yes, daddy. It was just a good book.

Her dad laughed at that but then he coughs loudly. After the man calm down his daughter, they still there just chatting about nothing while the girl was containing a cry.

-Now tell me, pumpkin.

Thalia looks at her father’s eyes and she knows she couldn’t lie.

-I have a friend that it’s in troubles, daddy. This… friend have to make a choice and I don’t know how to help her.

-You and your heart -he laughed- Accept a advice from this old man? Just do what your heart demands, it can’t be wrong if you do it with your heart.

-Even if that thing could make someone suffer?

-Well sure your friend have that tiny voice inside her mind. You know what I mean.

-You mean that tiny voice that says us to do the next thing right? I think you tell me about it before.

Thalia just stayed there with her dad ‘til visit hour finished. The words of her dad in her mind just confusing her more.

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Cloud Nine

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Originally posted by venzaren

*Not My Gif*

Requested: Nope

Post Date: 4-7-20

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

~Master~

~Marvel Master~

“PETER!” You shouted as you threw open his bedroom door, seeing Peter scramble on his desk at your volume. His wide eyes stared at you and his hand was placed on his heart as you laughed, throwing your head back and grabbing onto the doorframe for support.

“What the hell was that?!” He yelled and stood up, trying to calm himself down. All he did manage to do was cause you to laugh more.

“I’m sorry!” You chuckled out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d react like that.” Peter rolled his eyes, snagging an old piece of homework off his desk, crumpling it up and chucked at you. It hit your face as you tried to duck, making Peter laugh. You stuck your tongue at him. “Fine. Now I’m not sorry.”

“How’d you get in?” He asked before falling onto his bed, watching you take over his computer chair and spin around a few times.

“May let me in before she left. Thought we could do something.” You shrugged. Peter nodded his head, looking at the stack of homework sitting on his desk. You followed his gaze with a frown. “What the hell? How do you have so much?” You thumbed through it, seeing some from last week all due soon.

“I’ve been busy on patrol.”

“I know you have. I feel like I’ve seen Spider-man flying through the skies lately more times than I’ve seen my best friend.” Picking up a pencil you began to fill in some of the math problems Pete hadn’t done, already knowing the answers from the homework you did days ago. Peter furrowed his brows before jumping off the bed, snatching the pencil from your hand despite your protests.

“What are you doing?” He asked as if the answer wasn’t obvious.

“Helping you.”

“No, that’s cheating.”

“No, I mean I’m helping you clear your schedule for the next hour or so.” He raised a brow as he looked down to you. You sat straighter in the chair, a small smile gracing your lips and you were batting your eyelashes, looking almost innocent if Peter didn’t know what kind of hell you raise naturally.

“Clear my schedule for what?” You rolled your eyes, nabbing the pencil back from him and moving on with his problems.

“Me. Duh. I need attention.” Once again Peter took the pencil back, giving you a glare like a you were a child.

“You always need attention. Why’s right now any different?” You felt a lump forming in your throat as your eyes slowly fell to the floor. Peter was instantly concerned. You didn’t come here for attention, you came here for a distraction.

“Brad broke up with me.” You mumbled quietly, playing with the hem of your shirt. You heard Peter sigh and shake his head. “I mean I’m fine. I knew we’d do it eventually.”

“Why would you think that?”

Because I’m in love with my best friend.

“We were just too different. I knew we weren’t going to work out, but I just didn’t think it would hurt so much.” You both fell silent as Peter watched you avoid eye contact, your eyes downcast and looking everywhere but him. You hands found the pencil again and this time Peter let you have it, watching you and trying to think how to cheer you up. His phone buzzed on the nightstand as he perked up, looking between you and it with a smile.

He leaned down to pick you, throwing you over his shoulder as you giggled, yelling at him to put you down. Peter tossed you down on your back onto his bed an ‘umpf!’ coming from your lips before he jumped on his back as well, giving you a wide grin. “What was that for?” You chuckled at him.

“That,” he grabbed the pencil out of your hand, tossing it onto his desk before you both watched it roll off. “That was just the start of your distraction.”

“But your homework.” The way Peter glared at you made you feel like an idiot in love as you put your hands in the air, surrendering to Peters distraction. He brought his phone between the two of you, holding it up in the air with his right hand for you both to see. “What are we watching?” You asked but Peter just smirked, tapping around on his phone before your favorite movie started playing. You gasped with a playful smile as you smacked Peters arm, leaning your head to rest on his shoulder.

By the time the movie was almost over, you were asleep on Peters shoulder and Pete’s arm was starting to hurt from being in the air. He shifted it into his other hand, letting his right hand fall on the bed. No sooner than the moment it fell did you, in your asleep state, shift in the bed, bringing your arm to throw over Peter’s torso and moving your head to rest in his chest. Peter’s attention was pulled from the screen when he looked down at you, a smile tugging onto his lips at the sight of you cuddling into his side.

Peter pushed his arm under you, bringing it onto the other side of you to pull you closer. His cheek rested on top of your head as he turned back to the phone. Your head nestled against his as he enjoyed the feeling, your hairs tickling against his cheek and your body warmth acting as a warm blanket. Peter’s mind wandered as the voices in the phone became background noise, his main attention on listening to you breathe softly.

He brushed the hair out of your face, careful not to wake you. A pain went through his heart when he remembered you were only here because that jerk Brad Davis broke up with you. He told you not to date him but you were adamant about giving Brad a chance, and few weeks later you were telling Peter how much your feelings for Brad had grown. Peter’s feelings got the better of him as his thoughts shifted, no longer feeling sad for you but mad at Brad. He got to experience this with you, holding you against his chest, listening to you laugh or fall asleep, just being with you and yet he threw it all away. Hell, Peter’s your best friend and he’d give up everything just hold you like this again.

Peter froze, his hand mid rub on your back as he realized the thought that just fled through his mind. “Oh shit.” He mumbled as your grip on him got a little tighter, sending a flurry through his heart and stomach, a flurry he’s realized he’s experienced quite often in your presence. “Oh shit!”

You jumped up at Peter’s outburst, your hand going to his chest to push yourself up as you looked around the room. “What’s wrong?” You asked half slurred from your recently awoken state. Again, Peter felt those feeling making their way through him as he grabbed your wrists getting your attention.

“N-nothing.” He answered when your eyes met, your brows dropping in confusion.

“Then why did you yell?” He didn’t say anything just looking at you leaning above him. You were still a little off from the jump scare of waking up and your hand was still pressed flat against Peter’s chest while his settled off your back, landing on your hip to hold you.

“I-I um,” he stammered while trying to find an excuse. “Just the movie. I forgot about that ending.” You narrowed your eyes at him. Peter smiled awkwardly and gave a small laugh only making you confused.

“Ok?” You pushed yourself off Peter, suddenly aware of the position you were in. “Sorry.” You muttered, feeling Peter pull his hand off your hip. He didn’t say anything, just nodding and peaking at you from the corner of your eyes. Your mouth was rugged into a frown as Peter sat up, leaning against the wall.

“Hey, whats wrong?” He put a hand on your arm, your eyes following the action before you cleared your throat.

“Nothing. Just uh, you know you’re my best friend right?” Peter seemed taken back by your question. He didn’t know what you were getting at, or if you had figured out his feelings in the span of the 30 seconds he knew, but he wouldn’t put it past you. You always seemed to know him better than he did.

“No duh.” Peter joked, getting a chuckle and a playful slap in the arm in return. He caught your arm the second time you tried to hit him making both laugh as he pulled you to lay down next to him again. His smile faltered when he secretly wished you were laying on top of him again, but he settled for holding your hand.

Your heart skipped a beat at the feeling of your hand in Peter’s, looking up at the ceiling. “So what’s going on Y/N?” Peter gave your hand a squeeze Making you look at him. He looked happy laying next to you, the smile on his face meeting his eyes which were locked on yours. You let out a small sigh, biting your lip. You didn’t know if you should tell Peter what was getting to you, what Brad said when he broke up with you.

“It’s nothing.”

“But it is.”

“But it’s not.”

Peter squeezed your hand, turning on his side to look at you, you copied him, his face mere inches away. You felt your breath caught in your lungs. “It is something because you’re upset and if it’s about Brad I’ll-“

“You’ll what? Go all spidey on him? String him up in an ally? Use your webshooters on him?” Peter could tell you were joking by the smirk on your face, but the more he thought about it, the more your ideas sounded ideal.

“I mean yeah.” You rolled your eyes and moved to roll onto your back once again, thinking he was just playing with you. But Peter didn’t let you move, grabbing both your hands and holding them. “Y/N, You know Brads a jerk right?”

You gave him a smile. “No. No Brad was fine. He uh, he wasn’t the reason our relationship wasn’t working.” Peter waited for you to elaborate but you weren’t sure if you had it in you to tell him. Your eyes closed slowly and you found yourself gripping his hands tighter. “Brad figured out that I might’ve maybe possibly-“

“Y/N you’re stalling.”

“He figured out I’m in love with you.” You blurted it out without a second thought, your eyes still shut so you couldn’t see Peter’s reaction.

It wasn’t that you were nervous Peter would kick you out, at least you weren’t until that crossed your mind. You were nervous that Peter didn’t have any feelings for you and you just screwed up your entire friendship. Peter’s hands slowly let go of yours and you felt your stomach drop.

Did you really just screw everything up?

You felt like you were going to cry, wishing that Peter would just say something so you could leave and go cry in your own room.

Then like a miracle, you could feel feel Peter’s fingers on your chin, pulling your face to his and connecting your lips together. A million thoughts were racing through your mind but your only focus was the feeling of Peter’s lips. It was nothing compared to how you felt kissing Brad.

Peter wasn’t in any better shape than you were. The moment the words left your lips he felt like he was dreaming. He never knew how much he needed you to say those words. It was almost like he was in a trance, waiting for a sign that you were just messing with him. But when the time for your admittance came and passed, Peter knew this was real.

When you finally pulled away, Peter saw how watery your eyes were, filled with fear of rejection as he ran a thumb across your cheek. Your eyes scanned his, only to see the lovely brown ones you’ve fallen for. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” Your words were more like breathing out instead of actual sound, still terrified Peter was going to reject you, even after giving you one of the most breathtaking kisses you’ve ever gotten.

“I’m in love with you too.”

Your lips stretched into a smile. “Really? You’re not just saying that because I said it and you felt bad?”

Peter leaned over, pressing another kiss to your lips as you giggled, kissing him back. “I’m not just saying it.” He told you when he pulled away. “I think I’ve been in love with you for years.” You both sat there like lovesick teenagers, hand in hand and lips barely a few inches apart. “So does that mean I can call you my girlfriend?”

Peter blushed a deep red when he asked. “I would love to be your girlfriend, Pete. If that means I can kiss you whenever I feel like?” Peter nodded his head so fast you thought it was going to fly off. You chuckled cupping his jaw and kissing him for a third time that day, and what most definitely wouldn’t be your last.

That feeling he loved deepened in Peter’s chest, a feeling you shared as well.

You both were on cloud nine.

A/N: So literally I started writing this last night before I fell asleep and didn’t know I started it until I woke up this morning, then I spent the whole day finishing and editing it and tada! This is what we got. Honestly I had no idea where I was taking this but I like it. Like me know what y’all think!

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Courage

Peter Parker x reader

warnings: bullying, some nsfw “jokes”

a/n:

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Originally posted by spidey-chelles

The only person who got more shit than anyone else from Flash Thompson was you. You had even surpassed Peter Parker. Flash just really enjoyed picking on you, it was awful.


Something that really felt like a punch in the throat was when nobody really tried to stop it. Sure, you’d hear a few cut it out, Flash’s, but it never really went beyond that. Nobody actually tried to get him to stop, and you had a hard time speaking up about it.


Peter took his seat at the lunch table and was immediately targeted by Flash. Way to live up to his nickname.


“So, Peter,” Flash scooted over so that he sat directly in front of him, “what kind of creeper shit did you do today, huh? Let me guess.”


“Shut up, Flash.” Peter mumbled as he poked at his bland mashed potatoes.


“Did you…jack off in the bathroom?” Flash began to mock. “Did you…peek into the girl’s locker room?” Peter took a deep breath and actively ignored him, but his attention quickly turned to you as you approached with your lunch tray. You’d already had a pretty shitty day and you knew it was about to get worse the second Flash spotted you. Your stomach practically sank when you made eye contact with him. “Ah, yes! The clown of Midtown has arrived!” He announced, earning a few snickers that only encouraged him more.


“Not now, Flash.” You dropped your lunch tray onto the table and plopped down in front of it.


“What’s the matter, motherfucker?” Flash tilted his head with an devilish smirk, which caused Peter’s eyes to go wide.


“Cool it, Flash. Y/N doesn’t wanna deal with your shit.” Peter interjected, which only made Flash want to harass you more.


“Y/N can tell me theirself.” He picked up a plastic spork and scooped a pile of mashed potatoes onto it, then pulled it back and flung it right into your hair, causing you to freeze and try not to panic. It didn’t work. You broke into tears and rushed out of the cafeteria. “Jeez, I was just joking.”


“What the fuck is your problem, Flash?!” Peter stood up and screamed for the whole cafeteria to hear, making Flash pause out of fear. “That shit isn’t funny, you’re just being a huge dick to everyone because you think you’re above it all! Just because you have money doesn’t make you god, you asshole!” He ranted. All eyes were on him now and he didn’t even care. “Why don’t you take your privilege and stick it up your ass? Stop picking on people for fun, you have no idea what they’re going through.” Peter slammed his hands onto the table and proceeded to exit the cafeteria with a standing ovation. Flash, on the other hand, put his head down in shame.


Peter tried to catch up to you in the hallway. He had found you in a certain spot before, it’s where you went to hide when you were having “issues.”


“Hey.” He finally found you sitting on the floor, wiping your eyes. “You okay?” He sat down beside you.


“Not really.” You tried to chuckle through sniffles. “I don’t think I got all the mashed potato out of my hair.” You told him and he examined it.


“No,” he confirmed, “no, you didn’t. How about I go help you with that.” Peter pushed himself off the ground and extended his hand to help you up.


“Thanks, Peter.” You hugged him as soon as you were on your feet, which surprised him. He took a moment to hug you back, but he was glad he got to. “I heard what you said in the cafeteria. It was pretty badass.” You pulled away and smiled.


“Yeah, it was…long overdue.” Peter scratched his head and led you to the bathrooms. “Nobody actually uses the boys bathroom in the east wing anymore. It was closed for renovations, but never actually renovated.” He informed you. The two of you ducked under the “do not cross” yellow tape and snickered at your actions. It wasn’t really that bad, you guys just weren’t bad kids.


“This feels wrong.” You admitted. “I’ve never been in an abandoned bathroom before.”


“Well, now you have.” He pulled a few paper towels out of the dispenser. “Welcome!” Peter wet them down and examined your hair for mashed potato, but it really wasn’t hard to find. He managed to get most of it out, but you’d definitely have to was your hair tonight.


“Thanks again, Peter.” You took a deep breath and ran your fingers through your hair. “I appreciate it.”


“It’s no problem, really. It was more of a public service.” He joked, giving you a laugh that was long overdue. Peter walked towards the exit, but you leaned against the wall. He noticed you weren’t following and turned around. “Hey, what’s wrong?”


“I don’t think I can go back out there, Pete.” You buried your face in your hands. “What happened in there was humiliating, I can’t imagine what people are saying…”


“Well, hey,” Peter grabbed both your hands and kept them away from your tear-stained eyes, “bet I could give you some courage?”


“And how’s that?” You cocked an eyebrow and laughed at his attempts to cheer you up, but you didn’t notice his eyes flickering to your lips. He gulped and took a leap of faith, connecting his lips with yours. You didn’t hesitate to kiss back, but it almost left you breathless. That’s definitely not what you expected.


“I hope that was okay.” He whispered.


“I think we need to do that one more time.” You admitted. “You know, for courage?” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he wrapped his around your waist, lifting you up and against the wall.


“Ahem.” Mr. Harrington interjected with a knock on the cinderblock. You and Peter froze and he slowly set you down. The two of you politely faced Mr. Harrington and let out nervous chuckles.


“Hey, Mr. H, how you doing?” Peter broke the silence.


“I’m doing great now!” He gave you a huge smile.


“And why’s that?” You seemed uncomfortable.


“Mr. Dell owes me twenty dollars. I knew you two would make a cute couple, but he thought the day would never come!” Mr. Harrington celebrated. “Now, you kids please finish up and get back to class, thanks.” Mr. H. walked away and left the two of you absolutely stunned.


“Think that he bets on other student’s relationships?” You asked, breaking into a fit of laughter.


“Of course!” Peter agreed and ran his fingers through his hair. “But, uh, one thing?” He brought you back to reality.


“Yeah?” You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to go on.


“Are we a couple now?” Peter shyly asked, making you smile as bright as day.


“Does this answer your question?” You got closer and kissed him again, unintentionally pushing him against the wall, then pulled back.


“That about does it!” He took you by the hand and led you down the hall to your next class. “It’s nice to be a boyfriend.”

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Peter Parker x Reader

Request by @hahaboop : Could you write for peter Parker? So you know how I’m far from home peter wanted to sit with MJ but his plan failed? Could you write about how peter ends up sitting next to the reader and they end up bonding and get close during the school trip? Thank you !

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“Peter, there is a seat next to (Y/n). You can sit there,” The teacher brushes him off, gesturing toward the empty seat next to you.

He groans and accepts defeat, flopping into the seat beside you on the empty chair. His whole plan of this being his shot with MJ had fallen flat far too quickly.

“You wouldn’t have been my first choice either,” You comment to him, shifting in the seat as you pull your earphones out from your bag.

“No, no, sorry,” He says quickly, “I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just that I thought-“ He sighs, “Forget it. I’m Peter by the way.”

“(Y/n),” You respond, “I’m still the new girl and the one friend I’ve found is ill, so I think we’re both starting out pretty shit.”

He lets out a little laugh, “I’m sorry. Let’s start over. How long have you been going here?”

“About two weeks,” You say, “They thought they’d throw me on this trip as a good way of getting to know everyone.”

“Well it’s probably not a bad idea,” He shrugs, “What music are you listening to?”

“Here, it’s a new album,” You hand over one of your earphones which he hesitantly puts into his ear.

It’s an easy way of settling into each other’s company and it gives both of you an opportunity to think of enough conversation topics to last for the travelling time. You didn’t know many people at the school and had never been the best at introducing yourself to many, absolutely dreading the thought of having to face this entire school trip without the one person you thought you could rely on to keep you company. Part of you was damn relieved that the other seats had been taken and Peter ended up next to you. The other part wondered who he wanted to be with instead.

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It’s an hour or so later when the album has ended and the two of you settle into normal chatter.

“You can’t be serious!” He exclaims, “You’ve never seen Star Wars?”

“I’m sorry but I don’t understand it,” You defend, laughing at his absolute horror.

“Okay, I’m not letting that pass, you have to watch it. I’ll explain it to you,” He assures you, “I can’t believe you’ve never seen Star Wars.”

“What’s so good about it? I don’t get it.”

He deadpans you and blinks a few times, “It’s brilliant, okay? You’re watching it, end of discussion.”

“Okay, alright, fine,” You shake your head, “But you’ve given me big expectations now.”

Peter smiles at you and takes in your appearance for what felt like the first time. You seemed understated. Your hair was pulled out of your face and it somehow managed to shadow all of your features perfectly in the poor, natural light.

“So, (Y/n), how come you ended up in Queens?” He asks, head resting back against the chair as he feels himself relaxing more into getting to know you.

“My Dad travels a lot with work, we’re never in one place for too long,” You explain, “So, I ended up here to hopefully stay until I graduate.”

“It’s not such a bad place to graduate from,” He assures you, “I’m just surprised that we didn’t meet each other sooner.”

And just like that, the conversation continues with such ease that you find yourself wondering the same thing. How had you not met him before?

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“Well, thank you for making this journey go a little quicker,” You smile as the two of you follow the crowd through the airport until you’re all told to stand around so they can count you, “I’ll see you around.”

“Hey, um, I’d be happy to spend some more time with you… if you, you know, if you want to,” He smiles bashfully, adjusting his grip on the strap of his rucksack.

“Peter, you’re really sweet. But I wasn’t the one you wanted in that seat, go and find who was originally meant to be with you,” You encourage, walking ahead to try to create some distance between you two.

You don’t see how his shoulders drop a little or his lips part like he’s trying to find the right words to say. And no amount of science can tell him how on Earth one flight had changed so much of what he thought he knew.

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The next day, the group are all piling onto the coach once again and you’re relieved to have met a few people who seemed nice enough to spend the remainder of the trip with.

“Here, sit with us (Y/n),” One of them encourages, gesturing to the empty seat beside them.

You’re stopped from responding as Peter comes up behind you.

“There are two seats there, if you want,” He seems far too nervous to make a bold move but you’re impressed at his attempt.

“Are the other seats taken?” You smile a little, glancing around.

“No,” He cuts in quickly, “But I found out I could get Star Wats on my phone so… do you want to watch with me?”

“Sure,” You smile, taking one of his earphones and shuffling close so that both of you could crowd around the screen to watch.

You’re about twenty minutes in when he gets a notification pop through on his phone from ‘Aunt May’

Hello Honey! Hope you’re safe and that your Peter Tingle is under control ;) Miss you already xx’

You smile a little at the message as he quickly tries to swipe it away from the screen before you can read it.

“That’s- that’s just my aunt May. She’s just checking in,” He nods, cheeks turning a dark shade of red like a switch had just flipped.

“Your Peter tingle?” You raise your brows, “Do I want to know what that is?”

He scratches the back of his neck, “She’s just joking, it’s um, well it’s just that…”

“Peter?” You break through his fumbling, “Should we just carry on with the film?”

“Yeah,” He lets out an exasperated breath, “Yeah, okay.”

You find him stealing a few glances in your direction as you try to understand the film he’d spoken so proudly of. And, somewhere along the line, you forget that this ever happened because of an unwanted mistake.

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You find yourself spending more and more time with Peter as the week passes until he’s asked you to go out with him one evening. He said he’d found somewhere cool and was asking if you’d want to go with him. How could you possibly say no when he’d asking was so bashful?

“So you’re going out with MJ tonight? Is this when you finally make your move?” Ned nudges him excitedly.

“No, no Im going out with (Y/n),” Peter explains, tucking his phone into his pocket and checking his appearance once again.

“(Y/n)?” Ned exclaims, “What kind of a player are you?”

“I’m not a player. She’s really nice Ned, and we’ve spent a lot of time together. She’s sweet.”

“Does she know…”

“No,” Peter cuts in, “And I’m not planning on telling her, she doesn’t need to know. I like her and I don’t want to mess this up.”

“How did you move on so fast?” Ned frowns, brushing his teeth.

Peter glances at his phone where you’d just texted to say you were ready, “I didn’t expect it either.”

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That night, Peter walks you around the city and only stops when he realises how to say what he’s been trying to this whole time.

“I just wanted to apologise, (Y/n),” He cuts through the tranquility between you.

“Apologise?” You frown, stopping with him as you listen to what he was about to say.

“I think I came off pretty bad when I first spoke to you. It’s true, I set up this whole plan to sit with Mj on the plane and maybe see how things went with her. Up until this trip I was certain that what I was feeling for her was a definite crush,” He explains, a little too quickly to be confident, “But then I spent that whole journey with you and it was all I could think about. When you got off that plane, I couldn’t think about anything else.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and can’t help but smile a little at how adorable he had the ability to be.

“I really think that I like you (Y/n),” His voice sounds so precious as he says the words and it baffles you that he still has such an innocence, despite his muscular form.

“I think I like you too, Peter,” You smile, thankful that he’s blushing too.

“Oh, right, okay, because I was thinking you maybe felt a bit-“

“Peter?” You cut in, “It’s fine. Things change, I know that. Up until that plane, I had a major crush on Brad.”

You’re joking but it makes you laugh even more when you see his face fall.

“We should probably get back to our rooms before they realise we’re missing,” You suggest, starting to make way back to the hotel.

Peter readjusts his posture like he’s regaining confidence as he walks beside you, a little closer now then he had been. When your hand locks with his and you smile in his direction, he’s damn thankful for that unfortunate opportunity that broke his plans on the plane. And everything else seems to fade away, but you.

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Summary: Y/N gets some advice from a friendly face and decides she needs to make things right. 

Word Count: 3.8k

Author’s Note: I’ll be real, the reason this took so long was because of everything going on in the news about the virus. Hearing about so many people dying from the virus and other Asian Americans being attacked because of their race isn’t the best inspiration for writing about a romantic skiing trip. Nonetheless, I pulled myself together and finished this. Thank you for being patient and I want all of you guys to please stay safe and stay inside during these difficult times. 

Warning: None except a steamy kiss

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summary: After your mother’s death, your father, Tony Stark takes you in. Your heart breaks as you realize he’s already found a child in the broken kid with spider-like powers.

word count: 1015 words

a/n: this is my first series here and i’m very excited. please leave your honest reviews and feedback :D

warnings: parent death, described anxiety, hinted depression

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 A couple of days after your mother passed, you found yourself in a limo parked outside Stark Tower in New York City. As you got out of the car, you were instantly blinded by flashes of light in your face. As your vision adjusted, you noticed the dozens of men and women surrounding you, all dawning cameras and microphones pointing at you.

 A few weeks before your mother’s last day, you sat by her in her hospital bed. She handed you an old worn picture she’d been playing with.  

In it was a seated man, a young Tony Stark you recognized, pushing a park swing with a young, beautiful woman in it. The couple had wide grins etched onto to their faces, as you glanced between the girl in the picture and the pale woman before you, you hardly recognized your mother. You looked up at her, confused out of your mind.

  You were stunned. As your chauffeur carried your bags inside the building, you stood frozen in place unable to follow him, your nerves getting the best of you as you stood in the middle of new reporters eager to get the scope on Tony Stark’s daughter. You felt your breath falter as the reality of everything happening struck you.  You missed your mother, you missed your home by the country. This city was big- It was scary.

 Your vision darkened as you felt yourself suffocating and your breath stopped in your throat as your eyes scanned the people enclosing in you. You needed to get out of here, but there was nowhere to go.

You kept looking around and right when you thought you were about to faint, you felt a soft grasp on your arm, gently tugging you to walk. You turned to your side and saw a young boy, maybe a year or so older than you were, smiling softly at you as he pushed through the paparazzi and guided you safely inside the building and out of the eyes of the press.

Once you were inside, you turned to the boy whose gaze was already on you, letting out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what happened I-”

“Don’t worry about it.” He softly chuckled, his arms adjusting on the bag resting on your shoulders. You took in this kid in front of you; he had a light bruise etched on the side of his face and if you looked close enough, and his eyes had light bags under them. His hair looked like he just pulled a tight cap off of it. He looked exhausted.

“Anyway,” you began as you caught you breath. “Thank you. I don’t what would’ve happened if you hadn’t-”

“Peter, there you are!”

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Summary: Peter is your best friend and you have a massive crush on him, but the fact that he’s Spiderman impedes your relationship.
Words: 2283
Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This is set around Civil War and Homecoming

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This is not edited, sorry in advance for any mistakes!

Small sneak peek

First part

Second part

Third part

Fourth part

Fifth part

Sixth part

Seventh part

Eighth part

Ninth part

Plot: Peter and you find your way to each other, and one last obstacle to fight.

Warnings: not to give any spoilers, but things are about to get nasty. If you have seen the film, the last part. If not, BLOOD.

“Y/N, treasure?” your mother called up the stairs. “I know I said come down soon, but dinner’s is ready. You wouldn’t want it cold, would you?”

You tensed, and came back to life. Quickly, you threw yourself off the bed and stalked towards the door, an new hatred brewing behind your eyes. The woman climbing the stairs right then, Gothel, your mother – the imposter – made your stomach turn. You were the lost princess, the girl who they held all those celebrations for, and to who the flying lanterns were destinated. All those years, staring out the window when you could have been there. All those years, because of a woman who had played with you.

Freedom is about letting go.

“Y/N – “

You opened the door and started down the stairs, where your mother was midway up. She wore her characteristic smile, that you already knew was fake. As your life, as your identity and as everything you had ever known. You noticed, in the way she seemed to change her face as soon as she saw you, lifting up in nothing but interest and selfishness.

“Treasure” Gothel said with a grin. “Have you washed up? Dinner’s is ready, don’t you hear me?”

“I’m the lost princess”

“Y/N speak clearly, you know I hate it when you whisper” she rolled her eyes.

“I’m the lost princess!” you faced her, for the first time in your life not being afraid of saying no to her. “Right?”

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Info: CA: Civil War Era. Tony Stark enlists his daughter to find the web slinging spider in Queens.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: n/a

(no Far From Home spoilers)

A/N: There’s one part where maybe pretend you have an ‘A’ initial, this idea was written more for my OC on Wattpad, so I’m sorry, but I kinda love it so I didn’t wanna change it.

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“Where are you headed all dressed up?” Tony asks as you’re leaving your room at the compound.

“All dressed up? Dad this is a suit.” You laughed him off, he walked with you as you were making your way towards the front to board the jet.

“Alright Scully, where are you headed? Did I miss a memo for a shareholder meeting or something?” Tony asked.

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Ever since you’d presented the information to him about the Mayor, he had been extra protective. But you’d done as he suggested, you turned the information over to the FBI. They suggested that for the time being, you keep up with Thomas and the family for appearances sake, to not cause suspicion. You told this to your father. What you didn’t tell him was that the FBI invited you to aid in the investigation, due to your proximity to the case you’d be useful. Also considering they were likely stealing from a government warehouse that was half Stark owned and maintained. You’d be a good person to have on board, and your commitment would be minimal. You’d publically stay with Thomas until they told you it was time to distance yourself, meaning they’d found something or want to provoke the family into making a mistake and slipping up, hopefully exposing a hole in their network they could exploit. You thought it was a good idea, you also thought it would be best for your father’s nerves if you didn’t tell him the full story.

“I guess someone doesn’t read their emails. But no, Linda has me judging the annual robotics competition at MIT, so it’s Back to School for me.” You spoke, digging through your purse, making sure you had everything, your suitcase should have already been on the jet, but you were only going to be gone for a few days.

Tony nodded, as if he now remembered seeing something about that somewhere. He saw the jet on the tarmac, ready to take off any minute as you both stood before the glass entrance of the compound.

“Alright Animal House, no toga parties.” He hugged you goodbye, you chuckled at the thought of a bunch of engineers throwing a toga party.

“I’ll try my best. I’ll be back in a few days. Oh, and tell Wanda I left a box of clothes for her in my room. And I made a prototype of an upgrade for Rhodey’s braces that I left in the lab for you to do some testing on.” You began to ramble off things for him, knowing there was a low chance he’d remember everything.

“Alright mother hen, you don’t want to be late.” He hugged you once more, shooing you off.

You made your way to the jet, as Tony watched you from a distance. His little girl, all grown up. He hadn’t seen you this happy in a while, it brought a smile to his face. Ever since he’d practically ordered you to stay away from Peter, he noticed a change in you. You spent so much time in the lab, tinkering on things to take your mind off of life. You were rushed around from interview to interview, dress fitting to dress fitting, and photoshoot to photoshoot. He noticed the toll it was taking on you. He hated seeing you so run down, and nearly considered giving the kid a chance. Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad, it worked for him and Pepper, it might just be able to work for them. He’s a good kid, but he’s not willing to take a chance yet, not when it comes to his daughters safety. He’s kept you safe for a long time, and he didn’t want to ever see you hurt again.

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As you arrived in Boston, after a quick flight, a car was waiting to take you the rest of the way to MIT.

The car pulled into the familiar streets where you’d resided for a few years when you were younger. You hadn’t been back in years, yet it all looked the same. Near the entrance you spotted some of your old professors chatting, likely they were also judges.

“Adelaide.” One greeted you, his expression somewhere between surprise and joy.

“Dr. Greenfield, it’s nice to see you again.” You smiled, shaking his hand.

“You’re all grown up now aren’t you. You know, I still remember your first day in my class. I had to go home and rework half of my lesson plans.” He chuckled at the memory. You remembered sitting in his class, answering all his questions that were meant to stump the class. He was a sweet older man, and you were happy to be here with him now.

You chatted and caught up for a few more minutes before you were invited inside to check in and meet the teams. You were given a metal name plate that you slipped on. Dr. A. Stark, it read.

You met the other 5 judges and mingled for a bit while the teams were still setting up in their prospective rooms. Some were industry experts, some were old professors of yours. Each judge had been assigned to a team, to mentor and offer insight and guidance before the final judging in two days time.

When a facilitator led you into a room of five boys standing in front of their invention, you weren’t met with the warm welcome you were expecting.

“Gentleman, I’d like to introduce you to your mentor Dr.-” The facilitator was cut off by one of the boys, he seemed to be the ringleader of the group.

“No, no, our mentor is Dr. A. Stark. Anthony Stark. Not some…” He waved his hand at you, trying to think of the best descriptor, “Vogue cover girl.”

You’d had a nice day so far, you were willing to let it slide, but when he opened his mouth and spoke to you with such disrespect, you were going to make him wish he’d called in sick today. The facilitator, likely a student committee volunteer, had her mouth hung open slightly in shock, she didn’t know what to do. So you stepped forward towards the boys, and that’s exactly what they were.

“You got Dr. A. Stark. Y/N (I’m sorry my OC has an A initial) Stark. My father actually doesn’t have a PhD. But I’ve got two. One of them in Electrical Engineering from this fine university.” You raised your hands motioning to the school around you, stepping closer once more, and oh if looks could kill. “But if you don’t want my help, I’m sure there are other teams who would be happy to have me…”

You turned on your heel and made one strutt towards the door before whipping around once more.

“By the way, you’re going to need the help, because I can spot six errors already from here. Seven if you count that sloppy rotary potentiometer.” And with that, you spun towards the door once more and didn’t look back at what you were certain were five speechless boys nearly shaking in their boots.

You’d certainly inherited a flair for the dramatics from your father, but this time it was merely a facade. Deep down you were on the verge of tears. This was your livelihood, you didn’t care if the civilian population thought you were some brainless covergirl, but you at least thought the people in your own field would respect you. The opinion of five students shouldn’t have hit you as hard as it did, but it now had you questioning everything. Every move you’ve made since that damn photograph came out.

You were leaning on the wall in the stairwell, if you were going to cry, you were going to make sure none of them saw you do it. You suddenly heard the large metal door open next to you, and a student looked at you in shock.

“Dr. Stark?” He asked, he wasn’t one of the boys from before, he must have been on another team. You knew he wasn’t like the others, he at least seemed to recognize you and your title.

“That would be me.” You smiled, lifting yourself off the wall slightly.

“I read your paper on nanoparticle technology. I think it’s completely revolutionary, I mean the implications alone… I just, it blew my mind.” He smiled, you watched as he spoke so passionately, waving his hands about as he spoke. A smile slowly spread to your face as well. In his excitement, he’d forgotten to introduce himself. He was tall but lanky, with a dirty blond mop of hair resting on his head, and deep blue eyes.

“That was my doctoral thesis from a few years ago. Back then the idea was completely theoretical, but even today at Stark Industries we’re developing prototypes using only nanotech.” You stated proudly.

“How’d you get around the deterioration objective?” He asked, with a slight tilt of his head.

“A housing unit that harnesses palladium and vibranium to almost charge the particles.” You explained, enjoying watching his eyes pop as you explained. It was refreshing talking to someone who spoke your language.

“That’s brilliant. It’s really such an honor to meet you. I know my team and I would be grateful if you would be able to spare a few minutes to look at our design? Our mentor is just… well he doesn’t have your experience.” He rubbed the back of his head nervously.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You smiled, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Harley, Harley Keener.” He shook your hand with a smile.

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Sorry this chapter is a little shorter, I’ve basically got the next one written but I thought it might be too long to combine them. Don’t worry Peter’s coming in soon!

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summary: you’ve always been insecure about your weight. when peter tells you he loves you, you can’t help but believe he’s kidding.

word count: 509 words

request: Hi! I saw your request are open, I’m not sure if you’re comfortable with this, but maybe a chubby!reader who’s really insecure with her weight- so she doesn’t let Peter Parker pick her up, or help her regarding picking her up? But like Peter has super strength- you can ignore if you want :)

a/n: i kinda deteriorated from the request so i’m sorry. this is short too but i tried my best to stick to concept. hope you like it anyway:)

warnings: insecure reader, kind of angsty-ish, fluff

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 Peter Parker knew Y/N L/N ever since he was the skinny nerdy kids in middle school. He was much, much quieter back then and rarely talked to people. At thirteen years old, he found his comfort in his friend Ned Leeds and was content.  

 When you walked into one of his classes and the principal introduced you as the new student, he realized he wanted so much more and made it a point to be you friend. He sat with you in whatever class he had with you, much to Ned’s dismay, but he couldn’t help it.

 Everything about you entranced him, from your laugh you’d let out after one of his lame jokes or the way your face morphed when you were hard at concentration during one of your homework sessions. You were perfect. You and he became close over the years, so close to the point that by senior year in high school, Peter Parker was convinced he was in love with you.

 You really liked Peter. He was smart, funny, the biggest sweetheart but, that was the thing. He was perfect. As far as you believed, you weren’t. He was Spiderman for God’s sake, he was as prefect as it got. Whenever you saw him talking to MJ or Betty, you felt yourself grew upset. You knew he meant well, but he would never feel the same away about you. Not when he was constantly surrounded by girls ten times more pretty than you.

Ten times thinner than you.

 When he finally plucked up the courage to talk to you about how he felt during a rainy day at the diner, you were convinced it was a prank. Your eyes grew in size and tears began brimming in your eyes as he told you he loved you. “You’re kidding right?” you let out, a little too harshly.

“Wh- Why would I be kidding?” Peter was confused, Ned told him you liked him back, why wasn’t this going according to plan?

You said nothing, only beginning to cry as you began packing your things ready to go.

 Peter’s heart sunk at the one he loved sitting in front of him. He found himself quickly getting up and sitting in the booth next to Y/N, pulling them into a tight hug and placing a kiss on Y/N’s head, constantly letting out whispers of ‘I love you’ and ‘you’re beautiful’ until your sobbing resided and you looked up at him. His smile was soft and his eyes were filled with adoration as he leant forward and placed a soft kiss against your lips. He moved his hand to wipe your tears away.

“Why are you crying?” he chuckled at you placing a kiss against your knuckles.

 Your sobs turned into quiet sniffles. “I- I don’t know.” You let out a small laugh. “I thought you were joking, or something.”

A small laugh escaped him. “Joke about loving you?” he whispered. “Never.” You let out a small smile and as you laughed along with him, happy out of your mind.

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summary: after years of being in love, you and peter learn you can’t have children.

word count: 1262 words

requested: yes

warnings: angst, mentions of character death, mentions of endgame spoilers, character unable to conceive.

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Peter would never forget the first time he met you. He’d been late to a college lecture, one he could not afford to miss. He ran through campus, his hands trying to shove whatever papers he could into the bag slung over his shoulder. His feet moved him as fast as he could through the large doors of one of college buildings, making a sharp turn to the right before he felt himself smack into a figure in front of him.

 On instinct, his arms immediately wrapped themselves around the figure’s frame, making sure they didn’t fall. When he looked up, his eyes met hers, merely inches from his own face.

“I’m so sorry,” the girl began, untangling herself from him. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, I-“

Peter smiled softly to himself, a chuckle escaping. “No, it’s alright. My fault really.” He grinned at her flustered state, all thoughts of the class he was supposed to attend gone. “I’m Peter.” He extended the hand not grabbing his bag out to her.

The girl took a deep breath to calm herself before looking down at the boy’s hand, her lips tugging into a smile before reaching forward and shaking it. “Y/N.”

The months following that day consisted of you and Peter getting to know each other more and more. What began as innocent study dates at coffee shops turned to lovely dinner dates at every local pizza place in the city and eventually into what you called love.

After the two of you graduated university, you moved in together in a small apartment in Queens. It was tiny, but it was home. You spent years together, and Peter spent every day wondering how he got so lucky. You were the best thing that ever happened to him. He confided in you about being Spiderman and opened up to you about every trauma he’d ever experienced since. Similarly, you found yourself telling him things you’d never told anyone. Your friends never failed to remind you both that you were each other’s soul mates.

Peter never knew the exact moment he knew he wanted to marry Y/N. It was more a combination of a series of events preceding your moving in together. It was a bit of that one night he played your favorite song during dinner and he saw the way your face lit up and you sang along to the song. It was a bit of the time you found Peter broken down on the floor on the day of Tony’s death anniversary, and though you didn’t know the man yourself, you knew exactly what to say to cheer your boyfriend up.

You both were perfect together, when you got married you used all your savings to by a bigger house near Brooklyn, ready to start a family with the man you loved. You both didn’t know anyone you’d rather be with and take this step with.

A couple months after the wedding, you began trying. You and Peter found yourselves together any moment of the day you weren’t working for months. You bought pregnancy test after pregnancy test, your heart breaking a little every time those two lines didn’t show up, and breaking even more after seeing Peter’s grinning face fall when you told him you weren’t pregnant.

 It was one September evening where Peter was working late. You sat on the kitchen counter overlooking the window with your phone lying on the surface in front of you. You stared at, desperately awaiting the call from the fertility clinic. As the soft evening breeze blew you took a deep breath to calm yourself.

The house was empty. You needed kids. Peter talked about starting a family within the first year of your relationship. To have any chances of that thrown away now would break him completely.

You jumped slighting as your phone vibrated. Your hand shook as you reached to pick it up, recognizing the clinic’s number. You slide to answer and held it to your ear. You bit your lip as the doctor spoke to you, their words slow and gentle as they greeted you and your heart sunk, there’s only one reason someone’s that nice upon greeting, when they have something bad to say.

Your body shook that night as you sat on the floor in your bedroom. You hugged your knees to your chest as sobs and screams escaped your mouth. You heard the front door open downstairs and Peter’s familiar footsteps enter the house. Your heart broke when you heard him approach your room as you realized you’d have to break the news to him.

 “Y/N?” Peter called out as walked through the front door. His eyebrows furrowed when you didn’t reply. He gently closed the door behind him before making his way down the hall. Upon noticing the sound of crying, he panicked, quickening his pace to the bedroom, throwing the door open and seeing you on the floor. When you looked up at him, he noticed tears streaming down your face and you face red and puffy. His face softened as he placed the flowers he’d bought for you on the dresser and making his way over to you. He crouched before your shaking frame and pulled you into a soft embrace.

“We-we can’t-“, you words escaped between sobs before he shushed you.

“I know, I know.” He whispered pressing a kiss to your head. “It’s okay. I know.” He knew the clinic was going to call today, he figured by your crying that it was true. His own tears escaped his eyes and as he pulled you closer, rocking you both. “It’ll be okay.”

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summary: you and peter find that you can get through anything, as long as you have each other.

word count: 1588 words

song: you are the reason- calum scott

warnings: angst, mentions of character death, endgame and infinity war spoilers.

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There goes my heart beating
‘Cause you are the reason


The first time you stumbled into Peter Parker, you quite literally did. You’d been walking down the busy halls of Midtown on your first day of school, desperately trying to find your third period English class. Your strides were quick, with one hand carrying your books and the other clutching your class schedule, your eyes frantically scanning the school map trying to make sense of each turn before you felt a sharp thud to your side.

You felt yourself lose your balance and begin to fall before a hand grasped around your wrist and pulled you back up. You quickly regained your footing before your eyes met with a brown eyed boy looking at you with the same flustered look you had on. You found yourself not able to look away before the boy next to him cleared his throat.

“Peter, we gotta go.” The boy grabbed his friend’s arms before tugging him in the opposite direction of where you were headed. You turned around to see the pair walk off, not before noticing the boy named Peter send a small grin your way.


I’m losing my sleep
Please come back now

 

Peter found himself thinking of you every day since that moment in the halls. He’d asked MJ and learned you were the new girl, Y/N L//N. He realized he didn’t have many classes with you besides Math and World History, but you didn’t sit near him in either.

He saw you sometimes in the cafeteria; you had a small group of friends and usually sat with them, again never near him. His spidey senses often picked up little things you’d do, a little laugh you’d let out when your friends would say something funny, or a sneeze that would escape on a particularly chilly day.

His thoughts never stopped there, he’d find himself thinking about you when he’d be out as Spider Man, distracting him once in a fight which left him badly hurt. Other times he’d think of you during dinner with aunt May, or when he’d try to fall asleep. He didn’t know what to do, Ned couldn’t help him, and so after an awkward discussion with May, he plucked up the courage to talk to you.

 

There goes my hand shaking
And you are the reason
My heart keeps bleeding
I need you now

 

After weeks of getting to know you after asking the history teacher to pair the both of you together in a class project, Peter found himself and Y/N becoming closer. The word “friends” always seemed out of place to describe the two of you, you were more than that. You found yourself keeping your gaze locked on him a little too long after he’d finish talking during a discussion in the cafeteria. He found himself laughing a little too hard at a lame joke you’d make which neither Ned or MJ would be amused by.

It was one particular evening when you four were done hanging out at a diner near your house, where Peter insisted on walking you home. You had countlessly assured him your apartment was only a few blocks away but he insisted. The two of you walked near each other down the dimly lit streets of New York, Peter continuously feeling your hand brushing his shaking one before he took a deep breath and grasped it. He anxiously tilted his head to glance at you to see how you’d react, relaxing a bit when he saw a light smile on your face and your fingers locking with his.

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Tik Tok Challenge {Peter Parker x Reader}

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Originally posted by uwu-barnes

Summary: Y/N takes part in the “kissing my best friend” challenge on Tik Tok.

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry that it’s short! I’m having major writer’s block rn. Thanks for reading! Xox Angel Baugh



I sat on my bed, texting MJ. The plan sounded way better when we joked about it the previous morning.

Y/N:

I am freaking out

Should I still do it?

What if he hates me and never talks to me again

MJ, I can’t ruin this friendship.

MJ:

Girl, you got this! Peter would never break off a friendship over something like that. There is no need to worry!

He should be there any minute now. So imma leave you to it

Good luck

Y/N:

MJ DON’T LEAVE ME

MJ?

OH NO HE’S HERE


“Hey, Pete,” I greeted him as he walked into my room.

“Hey,” he smiled shyly, shutting the door behind him.



We spent some time studying and working on projects. I would sneaking take my phone out and record cute moments we shared. I’d be damned if this Tik Tok didn’t hit the for you page.

Peter stood up, “I should probably get going. Aunt May is expecting me home soon.” My heart began racing. It’s now or never.

“Okay…but can I do something real quick?” I sooner.

“Um, sure…,” he trailed off, confused.

I jumped up from my bed and stood in front of him. Grabbing his face, I pulled him towards me. Anxiety was pushing through me, and I considered running out of my own room and never talking to him again. My fight or flight response was being put to the test.

I kissed him. Tingles ran throughout my body, and I thought I was going to faint when I pulled away. My nerves shot up when the adrenaline wore down.

“I am so sorry. I-“ he cut me off with another kiss.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close to him. I draped my arms over his shoulders and ran my fingers through his curls.

“Hi,” he breathed out after he pulled away. His cheeks were a bright pink -verging on red- and his lips were swollen.

“Hi,” I giggled. Then it dawned on me.

I forgot to record.

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Originally posted by morganstarks

Plot: You had been given strict orders, yet you couldn’t ignore Peter’s call for help, even if the boy was too stubborn to do so; and even if you can be the one needing help at the end.


At the team’s insistence, and as you father’s last will, you had tried. God, you really, really tried. You even told your mom to tell you to stay away – and she was one of maybe 3 people that could force you to do anything. But the moment the whole situation took a sharp left turn, and it seemed that Fury was willing to him fight hundreds of drones by himself – after your boyfriend was hit by a train?

Yeah, that was a solid ‘fuck you’ to the director, as your father had said.

Even your mother, who had been telling you to stay away and let him handle his problems, who had promised she would convince you not to get involved for the sake of Peter, was starting to threaten putting on the Rescue suit, and she didn’t like the Rescue suit. You were sure that if Tony was still alive the decision would have been taken a while ago, but you wanted to let him.

Because since the final battle, Peter had become distant. It didn’t matter if he assured you that he still loved you and wanted to be with you. Sometimes, you felt like your father’s memory would always haunt him when he looked at you. That was why you had let him go, that was why you thought it was a good idea for him to accomplish the mission without help, and that was why it took you so long to realize that he did need your help.

“Friday, how long?”

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Hey guys sorry I’ve been a bit MIA, I was just curious is there anything specific you want to see. I don’t write anything. If there’s anything you’d like to see kinda marvel related then just inbox me. Thanks 😊😊❤️

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