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presleyanswrites · 6 months

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Mondays

pairing(s): tasm peter parker x fem!hurting!reader

a/n- reader gets her period and peter is super cute and teasy about it. do i need to say more?

warning(s): language, grammar, fluff... you get to decide the ending.

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the glaring sound of your alarm clock rings into your soft ears as your eyelids slowly lift from the vibrating sound of your phone against your nightstand.

you half groan-half whimper as you shift yourself off of your sheets and try to slap your phone to get it to stop.

and..then you notice the time.

"shit shit shit!" you impulse as you jump from your bed frame to rumage through your dresser, throwing on some school clothes, grabbing a granola bar your dad bought at some "low convience" store yesterday and head out your front door, slamming the screen behind you.

"damn, why am i always late. its everyday!" you groan to yourself as you force yourself to shuffle your legs to the same bustop that pulls into your street every morning.

you try to fix your shirt but then look up to see your boyfriend peter.

"oh." your face flushes like it always does when you see him.

"hi princess." he smiles, as he pushes your arm playfully and you feel yourself start to giggle.

the big bus finally pulls up with the sound of steam as it stops, and the two of you load yourselves on to the bus.

as you make your way to the back of the bus seats, you feel a rush down.

you let yourself sigh. frustrated, and not surprised since it was a monday, such of your luck.

as you stop in between the way of the seats, and peter lightly bumps into you from behind.

"you okay ?" he stops too.

"yeah, sorry." you mumble as you take your seat, shifting your bag on the floor and clutching your thighs and fists, praying in your head over and over again you wouldn't leak on the seat.

you feel yourself flush with embarrassment, but this time it wasn't the homey and fluttery butterflies kind that peter gave you.

you felt him intertwine your hand into his as he kissed the side of your face lightly. he didn't really know what was going on with you today, but he wanted to make the gesture that whatever it was he was there.

after a long ride of hoping and praying, and a very long, sweaty hand-hold with peter, you finally arrive at the school parking lot.

you shift your backpack over your shoulder and count to three silently in your head before getting up and lightly wincing at the same rush, almost shaking. the cramps were really starting to kick into your abdomen now.

you manage to step down onto the black paved cement road as peter stands by your side, walking in the double doors, carefully eyeing you every now and then to make sure you were feeling okay.

after minutes that felt like hours, you look up at peter holding the door open for you as you take it and go inside.

"after you." a cheeky smile goes across his face as you roll your eyes.

you sit at your assigned seats with peter for the lab. he loved labs. you looked at his excited nerdy face that always lit up right before.

and soon enough, it was interrupted by the painful sensation again and you clutch the side of your stomach in agony.

peter plays around a bit with the assignment, but soon enough he looks up from the equipment and glances at you when he hears a soft whimper.

"y/n?"

he gives you a soft gaze as your eyes meet his.

"hm, yes?" you hiss a little under your breath and plaster a smile on your face.

"are you alright?" you feel him rub your back gently as you nod.

"yeah." you notice peter look at the edge of your chair. "what?"

"oh love." he bites the bottom of his lower lip. "come on, lets get you up, yeah?"

utterly confused, you shakily stand up in fear and look down at your seat just below the edge of the table covered in blood.

your entire face feels like it filled with a hot liquid and you're so embarrassed you feel like you could hide under the table.

you feel yourself cover your face with your sleeves.

"hey." he stands up and covers your body with his.

"you're okay." he chuckles a little and kisses the tip of your forehead.

you wince and continue to whimper softly in such grasping pain, and peters heart broke for you. he rested his head on top of yours, his body was dominated over you.

the teacher looks in the corner of the room in horror and unable to speak, he looks away and allows you and peter to go and sort that out.

"whatever- yes! just go!"

after a while, you make your way to the bathroom (with your teachers blessing) while peter went to the nurses office, getting a bigger pad for you because the small ones you carried in the house apparently wasn't enough.

you locked yourself in the first stall and waited in misery. you've never been so embarrassed in your entire life in front of your boyfriend. You knew it was silly, it was normal. at least thats what you kept in your head to comfort yourself. you've always been embarrassed of it, always handled it on your own, and never dreamed it would be in spite of peter.

suddenly you hear a knock on the door of your stall.

"y/n?" peter whispers. "hey." he clears his throat. "i got your diaper."

you almost whimper in embarrassment as he slips it under the stall.

"thanks." you say shakily, gulping as your lip quivered, undoing the pad and sticking it beneath the fabric of your undies.

after you finished changing, preparing yourself you unlocked the stall and pushed the door open.

"hi," peter almost giggled as you shut it behind you, and let yourself melt into him. you were so humiliated it made you exhausted.

he made a puff with his cheeks. "sorry." he rolls his eyes. "im not good at this."

"thats okay," you faintly mumble.

"are you hurting?" he asks gently, "anywhere?"

he feels you nod.

"my lower stomach. and my back. and my head."

you groan.

he lets go of you which makes you feel cold for a while but rumages through his bag and pulls out a small white bottle of advil.

he clears his throat. "alright, dont tell anyone i gave you this, it apparently counts as drug offense."

you look him dead in the eyes.

"what?" you break down laughing.

he rolls his eyes.

"im serious."

his lip quivers, trying not to smile.

"okay, alright spidey, i wont." you take the green pill with a plastic water and swallow it down.

"thank you."

he nods. "oh- i forgot." he pulls a chocolate bar and a sweatshirt out of his bag and hands it to you.

"uhm- thats to hide your- stains." he snickers.

"theres this article i read that says girls like chocolate on their period."

you feel your heart melt. "peter. you know i hate gifts."

"i know." he holds your hand and caresses his thumb across your hand as he presses his forehead to yours, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"i hate seeing you in pain." you feel him gently rub your back again. he was so genuine it made your chest hurt.

you slip his sweatshirt over you and it filled your stomach with warmth.

"i love you."

you scoff, "i know."

he gives you a warm smile as your lips meet his.

he picks you up, your legs grasping over him as he holds you against the bathroom tile wall, spreading his mouth in yours, and his teeth sinking into your neck. ugh he was so hot, so tall, so brave, so...

mmmmm...you were going to have to skip next period.

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frost-queen · 1 year

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Claiming what is mine again (Reader x Peter Parker) TASM

Requested by: anon, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex–awesome–22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine

Summary: You are an intern at Oscorp where you somehow surprisingly catches Peter. Your ex, due to an argument over Gwen things ended. In the elevator there is an awkward tension between you two. When a small confession has been made, it brings you back together.

You took a deep breath, waiting for the elevator to get on the right level. In the elevator was a mechanic as well. He tapped his finger against the toolbox he was holding, watching the numbers go up. The elevator reached its level, announcing it with a loud ding. You moved further back, noticing the man had come to the front. The doors swished open. He tapped his working hat, saying goodbye. You smiled politely back, watching him step out.

There was no one waiting for the elevator, so you decided to speed up the process and close the door. Pushing the button as it set them in motion. Setting your nameplate right, you took another deep breath. The elevator went further up. You stroke your lab coat to remove any wrinkles when you were close to the level you needed to be on. Ding.

The doors swished open as you got out. Two ladies passing you as they entered the elevator. You went straight on, passing by other scientist at Oscorp. Moving into the open space, you lifted your head up with a nod, noticing one of your partners wave at you. You quickly made your way over to her. – “Good to see you Y/n. Do you have the report?” – she asked, pushing her glasses further up her nose.

“Good to see you as well Rose.” – you answered, laying the file you had been carrying around on her desk. – “Straight from the boss himself.” – you said tapping the file with your fingers. Rose smiled taking it from under your hand. She sniffed it making you chuckle loud. – “It smells like excellence.” – Rose stated, hugging the file.

You placed your hand down on her shoulder. – “I am glad this report gives you much comfort Rose.” – you answered. Rose placed the file down. – “Of course.” – she turned more towards you; hand pressed on her desk. – “It is the very essence of our work. If I lack the data and numbers, we will get nowhere. Reports are the base of any good scientific discovery.” – she explained so passionate.

Smiling at her, she opened the file, reading through it rapidly. Absorbing as much information as she could. Pulling a stool back, you went to sit down on it. – “If there is anything uncertain, let me know so I can communicate it to our boss.” – you told her. She quirked her eyebrow up. – “I don’t know how you do it. Working for mr. Osborn so closely. I’ve heard he can be a difficult man.” – she told you.

You hummed softly. – “Under stress he can be, but Harry is not difficult to work with.” – you answered. Her eyes widening with twinkles. The way she stared at you, weirding you a bit out. – “What?” – you asked. She came rubbing her shoulder against yours. – “You called him by his first name. Sounds special to me. Is something blossoming between you two?”

You laughed loud. – “Me and Harry?” – laughing once more. – “No, nothing happening. I simply get to call him by his first name since we work so closely besides…” – you continued, attention drifting away to the people in front of you. It appeared they were giving another tour of the lab. – “Besides…” – you repeated trying to remember where you were going with your sentence. – “Besides?” – Rose said after not receiving more intel from you.

Eyes suddenly widening as you spotted a familiar face through the tour guests. Heart beating just a little bit faster at old memories. – “What is he doing here?” – you blurted out. – “Who?” – Rose questioned, getting on the tips of her toes to look around. You did not expect at all to see Peter Parker walk among the guests. Reminded clearly of the history you had with him.

He still hadn’t spotted you and that was good. Till. Gasping loud, you ducked down. – “Y/n? What are you doing?” – Rose asked, lowering herself to look under her desk for you. – “He saw me.” – you whispered out in a panic. – “Who?” – Rose asked confused. – “Peter.” – you told her. Rose gasped loud. – “You mean Peter as in Peter Parker your ex Peter Parker?”

“Yes!” – you groaned out. Rose looked back up, smirking. – “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind then that he is coming over.” – she said. – “What?” – you called out, bumping your head against the desk from being too startled. Rose waved flirtatious at him, luring him over. – “Rose, no!” – you shout-whispered not wanting to be discovered. – “Hi.” – you heard Peter’s voice nearby, making you panic. – “Is Y/n here? I saw her dive down.” – he told Rose. You couldn’t take it anymore, taking a run for it.

You moved from under the desk, running away towards the elevators. – “There she is.” – Rose laughed out, pointing in your direction. Peter saluted her, going in pursuit. You were desperately pressing the button for the elevator to come down and open. – “Y/n wait!” – you heard from behind. Attacking the button, you nearly broke it from being too desperate. The doors opened, two men getting out. You squeezed yourself through them, jumping into the elevator. Turning around you saw Peter move closer, calling for your attention.

Face contracted with panic; you started molesting the close button. Begging for them to close before he could reach it. The doors started to close, making you exhale loud. Body falling against the back as the tension faded out. Inhaling sharply through your nose, you couldn’t believe Peter jumped in between the doors closing just in time. You tried to head for the panel to open the doors once more, but he was standing clear in the way.

The elevator moved, making you nearly stumble to the ground. No escape now. You moved to the side, avoiding him. Peter came standing beside you, taking a deep breath. He tugged his hands in his pocket, looking up to the ceiling. This was awkward. This was so awkward. Swallowing nervously, it felt weird being in his presence. You noticed him glancing your way, making him immediately look away.

Peter cleared his throat awkwardly as the tension was too embarrassing. He focused on the numbers going down. Taking a deep breath, he decided to cut through the silence. – “I…I’ve missed you, Y/n.” – he told you, scratching the back of his head nervously. He quickly looked away, too bashful to look at you. You swallowed, thinking back of the stupid arguments you had with him about Gwen.

“I’ve missed you too Peter.” – you answered, pushing back the memories. That was all in the past now. The present was right in front of you at this very moment. Peter smiled softly, taking his hand out of his pocket. He subtilty moved closer to you. Your eyes widened briefly when he took your hand in his. You didn’t even protest once. Both watching the numbers of floors go down till you were close to zero.

Peter took a deep breath as the elevator reached level zero. Ding. He turned round, holding your cheeks, pressing his lips on yours. The doors opened, making those who were waiting to enter, stumble back in surprise. Peter smiled against your lips once you had kissed him back. The doors slowly closing once more.

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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how about tasm!peter helping reader overcome anxiety, but she has a hard time expressing herself to others, even about anxiety. but peter wants to help comfort her no matter what 🤍 don't need to write this if you don't want lol

AN | Okay, this got away from me, but I think it’s so cute! There’s also a first kiss🥰❤️

Pairing | tasm!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 3.9k

Masterlist | Main | Peter

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Peter Parker was pretty. Really fucking pretty.

That was one of the first things you’d noticed about him freshman year in your early morning biochem class. You learned, later on, that he was also incredibly kind, charming, and ridiculously smart. Like genius level smart. You knew he liked photography, which happened to be a hobby of your own. You wanted to be his friend; you’d thought many times about going up and speaking to him, but always talked yourself out of it.

Why would Peter Parker want to be your friend?

Instead you admired from afar, from a safe distance. But once you both graduated from ESU and went on to getting advanced degrees, you were sure that you’d never see him again. After all, New York was a huge city, and the odds that your lives would be intertwined enough to run into each other on a regular basis seemed slim to none.

So - imagine your surprise when you started working as a research scientist at Biotech a few years and another degree later and you found that Peter Parker was starting at the same time as you. You’d done so well to keep your distance, to keep your feelings in check by being a silent admirer. But now, not only would you be seeing him every day…you’d be working closely with him in a lab all by yourself.

You had no clue how you were going to survive, and part of you was tempted to quit and look for a different job, but you’d worked so long and so hard for this position that you weren’t going to just give it up. You were just going to have to suck it up.

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And it worked, surprisingly. Peter was nothing if not polite and kind, and honestly he was a dream to work with. The two of you had a certain synchronicity that just was hard to put into words, but you complimented perfectly. Despite your initial fear, working in a lab with Peter went well. The worst part was that it made it all the more easy to fall for him. But you doubted he would ever see you as anything other than the girl at work.

“Hey,” Peter softly interrupted your silent prayer to release any feelings for him with a soft smile. It was getting later into the evening and you were both getting ready to leave for the weekend. You flashed him a smile in response but slipped on your coat, “I was wondering…umm, do you want to grab a bite to eat?”

No way. No freaking way was Peter Parker asking you to get dinner. Right? Right?

“I-I’m sorry,” you blinked a few times and looked at him with wide eyes. His cheeks flushed a pretty pastel shade of pink as he nervously ran a hand through his hair, “what did you say?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to get some dinner,” he repeated softly, shrugging one of his shoulders lightly, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to, of course. I just thought it might be nice to spend some time outside of work together.”

“You want to spend time with me?” your eyebrows shot up in surprise. You needed to make an appointment to get your ears checked. Peter would never want to be with you outside of work. Or, if anything, he might have been so lonely that he welcomed anyone’s company, “me?”

“Yes you,” he laughed softly and it was a sound you’d memorized over the years but still made your knees weak. He took a step closer and bit his lip for a moment, “let me clarify so we’re both on the same page - I, Peter Parker, am asking you, you, if you’d like to go out and dinner.”

“Oh,” every dream you’d ever had of Peter seemed to be coming true then and there. Peter liked you, Peter wanted to spend time with you; maybe you’d never been invisible to him after all. But no. You couldn’t…you just couldn’t. You were sure if anything he’d spend about ten minutes with you alone and he’d grow bored of you and make some excuse to leave. The idea that Peter would end up being bored of you was enough to make you never want to speak again, “umm…Peter, t-that’s really nice of you to ask. But I just…can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” it was laced with disappointment and you could see his face falling. You were pretty sure you’d just made things so much worse than if you’d just agreed on going, “no worries! I just thought I’d ask, it’s no big deal - maybe next time…well, enjoy your weekend.”

“You too, Peter,” you watched as he grabbed his bag and left, pausing at the door to turn around and give you a small wave. You returned and remained rooted in place, regret clouding your mind. If you hadn’t had such bad anxiety, you would have said yes. But the fear of messing everything up had been worse. You sighed at yourself, “pathetic.”

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There was something quite lovely about New York in the middle of the night. The city never quite deadened, but there was a lull to life that made everything feel so much calmer than normal. That, combined with the insomnia you struggled with from time to time, was enough of a reason for you to venture outside. You grabbed your camera and slowly climbed out of your window and onto the fire escape, slowly making your way the several floors up to the rooftop. When you got there, you set out a long exhale of relief as you looked around the space and found the big blanket you stashed up here for times like this.

It was chilly out, but it was exhilarating and made you feel more alive than you had all day. You walked around the rooftop and looked out into the city, trying to find anything worthy of your attention. After scouring for a few minutes, you found a gathering on one of the nearby streets and decided to capture it. You framed the shot, but before you could even press the shutter, you heard something loud fall next to you, accompanied by a small oof.

You dropped the camera which was luckily around a strap on your neck and turned towards the commotion. To your surprise and shock you found Spider-Man looking right back at you. You gasped, hands covered your face as you looked at the man in the blue and red spandex suit, “Spider-Man?”

“Hi,” he cheerily waved before putting his hands on his hips and cocking his head to the side, “what’re you doing up here? It’s freezing - and it’s late.”

“What are you doing on my roof?” you asked with just as much surprise. You’d seen him on the news, read about him on the internet, but you’d never seen him in the flesh before, “you’re shorter than I expected.”

He playfully groaned and you were sure that he’d rolled his eyes under that mask, “first of all, I’m patrolling, and I happened to be swinging by. Secondly - I’m above average height, thank you very much!”

“Well, I don’t know, I expected you to be like…6’5 or something,” you shrugged, stifling a laugh at his distress, “aren’t you a superhero and all?”

“I am still a person-”

“With spider-like abilities,” you found yourself grinning in spite of the initial nerves, “so I dunno, I figured you might be tall. The news does you justice I guess.”

“Yeah well…fine,” he huffed lightly as you laughed at him. You could have sworn that he sounded so familiar and you couldn’t quite place it. Part of you was sure that he sounded like Peter, but there was no way that your crush of eight plus years and lab partner was Spider-Man, “but seriously, what are you doing up here?”

“I…I couldn’t sleep,” you found it incredibly easy to talk to him, nerves and anxiety the last thing on your mind. Maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t see his face, or the fact that you had no clue who he was, “I go outside when I can’t sleep…it helps sometimes.”

“It’s dangerous,” he reminded you and you shrugged lightly, “you shouldn’t be out alone at night in this city.”

“Well I don’t exactly have someone that’s just available to come out with me at three in morning when I’m dealing with insomnia,” if you didn’t know any better you were sure that he sounded concerned, “it’s not the first time I’ve done this. I’ll be okay.”

“You have someone now,” he insisted and your mouth opened in surprise. When he saw the visible confusion on your face he pointed at himself, “that way I know you’ll be safe.”

“There’s only one problem with that.”

“Which is…?”

“How am I supposed to just call you if I need you?” you asked softly and he chuckled warmly as if there was some sort of inside joke between the two of you, “I don’t think there’s some sort of Spidey Signal or something.”

“I’ll be here,” he promised, “I’ll know.”

“Sure,” you liked the sound of it but you highly doubted he would just show up when you needed him. He had a whole city that he kept safe, and you were just one unimportant, small person among millions, “thanks for the concern.”

“I care about you, you know,” he said it like it was something of some personal thing to him. He must have caught his mistake because he quickly cleared his throat and added, “I care about everyone in New York.”

“Of course you do, you’re Spider-Man,” you gave him a small smile and decided that perhaps it was time for you to go. You were about to turn around and head for the fire escape when he stopped you.

“You have a camera,” you looked down before looking back at him and nodding softly, “you’re a photographer?”

“Amateur,” you confessed with a shy smile, “scientist by day, amateur photographer by night. It’s just a hobby, but it’s stuck with me through the years.”

“Wow,” you could tell that he sounded genuinely impressed. Peter, of course, knew you were a scientist, but he had no idea that you’d shared the same hobby too. It made his heart melt a little more, “that’s really cool.”

“Not as cool as being Spider-Man,” you insisted softly as he made a small sound, “I guess I better get going. And let you get back to work…or whatever you call it.”

“I’d love to see some of your work sometime,” the small that worked its way onto your face was breathtaking and made his knees weak, “if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” you nodded with your face warm despite the chill of the late fall air, “definitely. Well…I guess I’ll see you around Spidey.”

“See you around, smart girl,” if he’d had the mask off, you’d have seen the giant, dopey grin on Peter’s face. But he was gone, swinging back into the evening as you stood there and stared after him.

You were pretty sure you had just befriended Spider-Man. Holy fuck.

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You really hadn’t expected to see him ever again. But on your next little, a late night walk through the streets of Queens, he made another appearance. He swung over and gracefully landed next to you, easily catching up to your stride. You couldn’t deny that you were elated to have him there. There was something easy about talking to him, about giving bits and pieces of yourself to him, and taking what he gave back. He was always careful not to give too much away, not to reveal too much of his real identity, but you felt like you were getting to know him. And you really liked him. You spend weeks upon weeks of your evenings with Spider-Man, growing closer than you’d have thought possible to the masked man.

On the other hand, it felt like your relationship with Peter was slowly slipping away. After that first night when you’d turned him down, you created a bit of a divide between the two of you. It wasn’t for lack of wanting to be his friend or even more, it was just that you didn’t trust yourself around him. He made was Peter fucking Parker and you were just…nobody. He never made you feel that way, but that’s just what you had ingrained in your mind. And, to your dismay, Peter slowly pulled back as well, which you took as rejection, when in reality it was him not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Either way, you wished you could go back in time and just say yes to him.

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Spider-Man seemed to notice your glum mood the next time he saw you. You hadn’t even gone out to the roof or for a walk, but he’d made an appearance at your bedroom window, gently tapping on the glass once he’d spied you sitting at your desk, typing away. When you heard the noise, you turned around and your face morphed into a look of surprise and then happiness. You rushed over to open the window and let him.

“How did you know which window was mine?” you asked softly as he took your outstretched hand and stepped into the room. He set his hands on his hips and looked around your room, taking it all in; your face flushed with warmth as he realized he was getting a glimpse into your most intimate space.

“I’m Spider-Man,” he said as though that explained everything, “I was in the neighborhood and wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to see me?” your face softened and he nodded.

“Can I sit?” he pointed at your bed and you nodded eagerly before plopping back down into your cushy desk chair, “I like your room. ‘s cute.”

“I…I never thought Spider-Man would be in my bedroom, I might have decorated a little more,” you joked and he laughed lightly, but he could see that your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. He paused for a moment and you could feel that he was studying you, trying to pull you apart, “what?”

“You seem upset,” he whispered, leaning towards and holding out his hand. He hesitated for a moment, trying to make sure that he didn’t cross any of your boundaries, but when he noticed that you almost leaned, put his hand on the side of your face and gently stroked your cheek, “what’s wrong, my smart girl?”

My smart girl. He had a tendency to call you; you secretly loved it more than you cared to admit.

“It’s nothing.” you insisted, biting the inside of your cheek in order to keep the tears from welling up. You put your hand on his forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze. When he made a small sound of concern in his throat, you couldn’t back the tears. A few pearled up and rolled down your cheeks, “it’s my own fault, it’s so stupid. Really, i-it’s fine.”

“It’s making you upset,” you could practically hear the frown in his voice as he used his thumb to wipe away your tears, “it’s not stupid if it’s making you upset. You don’t have to tell me…but I am here for you if you want to tell me. You can tell me anything.”

“It’s just…my friend,” you sighed lightly and pulled back, curling into yourself, “I think he’s my friend, anyway. I feel like I kept pushing him away and now I don’t think he wants to be my friend anymore. I don’t think he wants anything to do with me. We work together, and he almost never talks to me anymore unless it is about work.”

Peter’s breath hitched in his throat as he realized you were talking about him. He felt himself getting choked up as well, “what makes you think that?”

“I feel so dumb,” you shook your head, “it’s just that…I think I like him. I mean I do like him, a-as more than a friend. I’ve had a crush on Peter for a long time. Like eight years, but I’ve always thought I was invisible to him. But he just…he knows all these things about me, and it’s like…it feels like he’s always seen me, you know?”

“Why did you push him away?” Peter’s heart was beating so fast and hard he was surprised you couldn’t hear it, and even more surprised it didn’t just burst through his chest, “what happened?”

“He asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him,” you confessed as if he didn’t know all of this, “and I thought it was just as friends at first but I think he might have meant more…he seemed so upset when I said no. It made me sad to see him like that. I didn’t mean to hurt him or upset him, I just…I got so in my head and let my anxiety get the best of me. So I just said no.”

“Did you want to say no?” he asked softly as you looked up and met his gaze through the white eyes of the mask. It just felt like he knew you, and that you knew him. There had always been that very familiar air about him, but you’d never been able to quite place why.

“No,” you admitted with a small, bitter little laugh, “I wanted to say yes. I want to spend more time with him and…I really do like him. But I’m afraid he’s going to get to know me more and think I’m boring or lame, or he just won’t like me. I have really bad anxiety and it really gets to me.”

“I’d never be able to guess,” he confessed and you gave him a small smile.

“It’s different with you,” you admitted shyly, “I feel comfortable around you, andI always have. I don't know why, but it’s true. That’s how I feel with Peter too, except that one time I clammed up so much and ruined everything.”

“I’m sure you didn’t ruin anything,” he insisted softly, and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly, “what’s so funny?”

“I don’t have as much confidence,” you shrugged, “how are you so sure? You don’t know Peter, you didn’t see the look on face when I said no. I…I never want to see that look on his face again. It made me so sad.”

Peter was internally debating on what to do. He could either tell you that it was him and risk the chance that you’d hate him forever for not telling you for so long and getting all of this out of you. Or he could continue on as Spider-Man and never tell you that it was. Or he could tell you tomorrow at work…as Peter. There were risks and benefits from each scenario. All he knew was that he couldn’t lose you; that would be too much.

“You know, Spidey, you remind me of Peter in some ways,” you whispered shyly and his heart plummeted into his stomach, “you sound like him. And you like a lot of the same things and I dunno…I feel the same way around you as I do around him. That’s never really happened with anyone before.”

“Listen-”

“It’s almost like….” you stopped yourself, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth as you shook your head, “it’s silly. So stupid, really.”

“Tell me,” he asked softly, “please.”

You inhaled softly, your heart pitter-pattering wildly in your chest. It was your turn to hold up your hand and reach over, ghosting your fingertips along his jaw. He leaned into your touch ever so slightly and you could feel the warmth of his skin even under the mask. You closed your eyes for a moment before exhaling shakily, “Peter?”

He paused for a moment before taking your hand and guiding it to the back of your neck where you felt the zip of the mask. You undid it softly, slowly, and when he sensed your hesitation, he helped you and slowly pulled off the mask, revealing himself to you.

You gasped lightly when you found Peter Parker’s glittering honeyed eyes looking back at you nervously. You couldn’t help the nervous laugh that bubbled up, and he visibly relaxed when you didn’t get angry. He held up his hand nervously, “hi.”

“This whole time,” you felt your face warm up when you realized that you had basically confessed your feelings to him, “I knew you seemed familiar, Spidey. I should've known that it was you. I’ve never felt the way I do about you with anyone else. When it happened with Spider-Man, I didn’t think anything of it. But it was you this whole time.”

“I didn’t know if I should tell you,” he whispered, “but I wanted you to know. And I never meant to make you feel like I was pushing you away. I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable….when I had asked you out and you said no, I thought maybe you didn’t feel the same way, so I thought it’d be best to back off.”

“It wasn’t you,” you promised, “it never was. It was me. Peter, I meant what I said, I’ve had a crush on you since that first day in biochem. I wanted to be your friend for so long, but just could never bring myself to say anything. I thought maybe I could use the photography thing since that’s something we both like but it just never seemed like a good time. And when we started working together…it was nerve-wracking and wonderful. And when you asked me for dinner, I panicked and thought I would surely ruin everything, so I took the possibility of failure away by saying no and making it impossible.”

“Ever the logical scientist,” he smiled softly, “my smart girl. But so you know, you could never have ruined anything. Do you want to know a secret?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve liked you too,” he admitted and your heart felt like it was going to burst, “since that first day in biochem. But you’ve always been way out of my league, so I never said anything.”

“No way!”

“Way,” the look on your face was both pretty and priceless and he was dying to finally kiss you, “now you know all my secrets.”

“Do you want to know one of mine, Peter Parker?”

“Yes.”

“I thought about what it would be like to kiss you so many times,” you whispered so softly that he was sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear you without his heightened senses, “I’d really like to kiss you now.”

Peter’s eyes lit up and you both leaned in, his lips inches away from yours. After a moment of hesitation, he finally kissed you, soft and sweet. He pulled back much sooner than you would have wished, his eyes searching yours as if to make sure it was alright. Your beaming face told him it was more than alright.

“Was that okay?” he sounded so nervous it was almost too precious.

“I think so,” you teased lightly, “but I am a scientist and need more data to form a proper conclusion.”

“As a fellow scientist, I’m more than happy to provide all the data you could need,” he was grinning from ear to ear, “if you want that is…”

“Yes, Peter Parker,” you kissed him softly, “I would love that.”

#tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker x you #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x fem!reader #tasm!peter #tasm!peter one shot #tasm!peter imagine #peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker one shot #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x you #andrew garfield x reader

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fettuccin-e · 1 year

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Peter Parker Fic Recs (Part II)

hello besties i am still not over tasm!peter he is the loml i have no idea how they made TASM and were like "here is andrew garfield he is a nerd and a photographer and a skater boy,, also he gets no bitches" like absolutely not!! so please give these wonderful authors some love Here is part I of my Peter recs! (also!! if you are one of these authors and you'd like to be removed from this list let me know!!)

I'm Just Saying You Can Do Better by @venus616

>> Peter's finally getting some well-deserved attention at college, and as his best friend, you're happy to see him thriving. Except, when Peter finally sees you with someone else, he finally understands what he's been missing out on. (best friends to lovers where half the fic is smut. gorgeous show-stopping wonderful)

Serendipitous Salvation by @maximoff-pan

>> A story in which Peter is finally able to tell you that he loves you, the one constant in his life and the one who has been with him through everything. (this story and the dialogue is so tender and lovely i was literally in tears)

1 Missed Call by @liz-allyn

>> After a fight with Peter, you go out with your friends, only for the night to go horribly wrong. Peter is there to save you, but he's nearly too late. Luckily, the two of you have each other to heal. (okay, this fic gets very dark, so pls heed the warnings. i'm talking explicit talk about and attempted SA, so PLS keep yourselves and your mental health safe. That being said, this is amazing hurt/comfort, so I rlly reccommend)

Husband!Peter Goes Blond ask by @withahappyrefrain

>> Peter decides to dye his hair blond again, just like it was when you met him in college. You may be older now, with a house and two beautiful children, but seeing Peter with bold hair again brings back urges you thought were long gone. (Reformed frat boy to domestic peter parker. Lord have mercy i am going to scream)

The Heat is On by @withahappyrefrain

>> The A/C is out in your apartment, and your roommate Peter is still a cocky asshole. Thankfully, that cocky asshole is also willing to take your mind off the nearly unbearable heat. (blond peter has me in a chokehold and he's such a dick in this but also kind of sweet?? i can't-)

In the Name of Science by @withahappyrefrain

>> Peter brings home some lab coats from work, and it gives you a really fun idea. Maybe it's finally time to play out one of his favorite fantasies. (More domestic peter and also can you tell that I am a big fan of withahappyrefrain these fics are the shit)

Stroker Ace by @peterthepark

>> You have a big fat crush on Spider-Man, Peter Parker has a big fat crush on you, his best friend. When he finds out about your fantasies about the web-slinger, he finally decides that it's time to come clean about his secret identity. (Straight porn but also friends to lovers hell yeah babey say LESS)

Red Light/Green Light by @webslingingslasher

>> You don't like to think of yourself as a jealous person, but Peter's new friend is totally hitting on him, and it's pissing you off. The worst part? Peter doesn't believe you. That's red flag #1. (big time angst but it ends so cute and happy!! Yay!!)

Full Circle by @stresslessbaaby

>> After a fight gone wrong, Peter thinks he's going to lose you forever. He couldn't be more wrong. (more angst but!!! happy ending with domestic peter!!! so amazing and lovely)

#tasm peter smut #peter parker x y/n #tasm peter parker #tasm peter x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #peter parker x fem #spiderman x y/n #spiderman smut #spiderman x reader

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imagininglotsofthings · 1 year

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Toothache - Tasm Peter Parker x reader

Title: Toothache

Pairing: Tasm Peter Parker x Reader | Also Peter 1, and Tony Stark

Word Count: 3,605

Summary: Reader comes home from the dentist kind of loopy, and some truths sort of come out.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst for about a paragraph

Notes: At first the I use Peter 1 and Peter 3, then a little later when you see "Pete" it is MCU Peter Parker, and "Peter" is Tasm Peter Parker. I think there are a few typos. And that I switch tense at some point. Or Point of View. I'm sorry. :(

“Peter!!” she exclaimed, skipping into the compound kitchen. Peter turns around from getting a cup of coffee.

“Y/N, hey. You’re cheery.” He looked her over. “Are you okay?”

“Oh.” Her face pulled down into a frown and Peter quirked an eyebrow. “You’re not the Peter I’m looking for.”

He chuckled.

“Where’s your, you know, variant? Your taller, awkwader, handsomer variant?”

“Uhhh….” Peter hesitated. “Well, did you say awkwader, and handsomer? Also, thanks,” he said sarcastically, but Y/N didn’t seem to notice.

Tony walked in just then. “Y/N? Oh, thank God, Peter, she’s with you.”

“Uh, Mr.Stark, is she…drunk?” Peter asked, unsure what the hell is going on.

“No, kid. We just came from the dentist. She got a tooth out. You didn’t the gauze? Shouldn’t Spider-Man be more observant, Pete?”

Peter peered down at Y/N. He finally caught a glimpse. “Well, it’s near the back of her mouth,” he said defensively.

“Kid, watch her,” Tony said exasperatedly. The woman went to touch the coffee pot, which was still boiling hot. Peter reached out just in time and grabbed her hand.

“No, no no,” he said, and used his grip on her hand to pull her over to the kitchen table. “Let’s sit down, huh?” He urged her into a chair and took a seat next to her.

“Thanks, kid. This stuff makes her damn loopy, but I’ve gotta get back to the lab. Will you keep an eye on her for me?” He handed Peter a piece of paper. “This is stuff she can’t have to eat or drink for at least forty-eight hours. So don’t give it to her.”

“Yeah, sure, Mr.Stark.”

“Thanks for taking me to the dentist.” Peter noticed a slight slur in her voice for the first time.

“You’re welcome, kid.” Tony called her kid, too, even though she was nearly thirty years old.

“Bye Tonyyyy!!” Y/N said in a sing-song voice. “Love you!!”

Peter stifled a giggle, and glanced up to see what Mr. Stark would do. He’d stopped just short of the doorway, pinched the bridge of his nose, but Peter caught a smile on his face. “Love you, too!” he called back and Y/N beamed. Peter laughed. If Y/N had not been loopy she would not have just shouted that out, but it seemed to lower her inhibitions a bit, and apparently act as a sort of truth serum. Peter knew she looked at Mr. Stark as a sort of father figure also, so that’s what all that was about. He chuckled again.

“You need anything?” he asked her. “Water, f-?

“Oh, but you are cute!” she blurted out suddenly and Peter furrowed his brow.

“What?”

“The other Peter is handsome, but you’re cute. You’re a good-looking kid, but you know, young. To me.”

Peter put his hand over his mouth to try to hide his laughter. This was more amusing than it had any right to be, he though. And kind of wondered how MJ and Ned would react to all this.

“Where’s Peter 3?” Y/N asked, using the title Peter 1 had given him to make her point clear. He knew exactly who she was talking about before, though.

“I’m not sure,” he said honestly, and Y/N’s face pulled into a frown.

“I love you too, you know?” she said suddenly, and Peter smiled again.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re like my little brother and one of my best friends, too.”

“Really?” Peter felt his cheeks heat up just a little, and felt all warm inside. This was really sweet. He wondered if she would have said any of this otherwise?

“Really. And also, a little tiny bit like an older brother, too, which is weird since you’re twelve years younger, but you’re kind of protective of me.”

He laughed again. He was. “Yeah, I know.” There was even a part of him protective of the thought of her going out with anyone. Not because he was jealous, but because he thought she deserved the best, and he knew about her past, which was not pretty. He also knew that her and Peter 3 had a little bit of an unspoken thing going on.

“Should you be talking this much?”

“You saying I talk too much??”

“No, no! I just meant…with your tooth pulled…” he sighed. “Never mind.”

There was silence for a minute and Peter wondered if she was not talking because of his comment. He got up and filled a glass of water for her, then placed it on the table in front of her.

“Thanks, Pete.”

“You’re welcome.”

“So, you love Peter 3?”

“What??”

“You said you loved me, too, so I assumed you meant him, you know, because you said ‘too.” He didn’t actually assume that, but he wanted to see what she’d say.

“No! I meant ‘too’ because…because I said it to Tony. Right, did I?”

“You did,” Peter assured her.

“Oh, good.”

Another pause.

She gave him a hug (more like nearly fell off her chair and he caught her.)

“I love you, too, you know?” he said.

“Yeah?” she smiled sweetly up at him.

“Of course.”

Another voice. “Did I walk in on something?” Peter 3.

“Peter!!” Y/N practically squealed and launched herself off the chair out of Peter 1’s arms over to Peter 3.

“Crap,” Pete mumbled, but Peter caught her. She basically launched into him. He grunted and caught her around her waist, holding her up.

“Uh, hi, bub,” he said to her, peering down at her. He was tall, Peter thought.

“Hi!!” She beamed at him and he smiled back. To Pete it looked like she was barely holding herself up, and Peter pulled her to stand more steadily on her feet, and his arm wrapped securely around her waist.

“What’s going on?”

Pete wasn’t sure if he meant with her or their interaction, so he said anyway, “No, you didn’t interrupt anything.” He made sure he made it clear. He could tell Peter really cared about Y/N, in a much different way then Pete did.

Peter turned to Y/N.

“She got her tooth pulled,” Pete elaborated.

“Oh,” Peter cooed as he touched her cheek to push her face to the side so he could see. Gentle, always so supremely gentle with her.

“I missed you,” Y/N said to him suddenly.

Pete watched his variant’s cheeks turn a light pink at the comment. “Y-you did?” he stuttered, his hand still resting soft against her cheek, her head still turned to the side as she peered up at him. She nodded as his hand cupped her cheek.

“Course!” She smiles again. “Always miss you when you’re gone. Worry about you, too,” she mumbles the last bit so it is nearly unintelligible, but the two Spider-Mans hear it fine.

Peter smiles fondly at the slight slur of her words, and his thumb rubs a feather light arc over her cheek. Pete feels kind of like he’s intruding on a very private moment.

“Hey, kid, I’m back, I just-“

Tony stopped short, his eyes landing on Peter and Y/N. His lips dipped down into a small frown as he looked over the scene. Pete knew that Tony didn’t necessarily trust his variant Peter 3, and since he saw Y/N as another daughter, Pete knew he was not so happy with this little unspoken thing that was so obviously there.

“Toonyyy!! Hiiiii!!!” Y/N smiled and slurred his name as she turned toward him, swaying a little. Peter’s left hand fell from her cheek and joined his other arm to wrap around her waist, holding her steady. Tony’s jaw tensed as he tracked the movement.

“Hey, kiddo, you doing okay?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Peter’s home!” She beamed at the last sentence.

Tony’s smile was tight. “I see that, kid. Hey, there.” He said the second part to Peter with thinly veiled tension.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter said politely, but his smile was a little tight, too.

Y/N leaned her head slowly to rest against Peter’s chest softly and sighed. Peter’s gaze shifted to her and his smile softened as he did. His hand began to raise from her waist. He hesitated, but it was like he couldn’t help himself, he had to do it. His hand rested on the back of her head and she closed her eyes as she sighed again.

“Tired, bug?” Peter asked in a soft voice, his fingers gently carding through her hair.

Pete again got the feeling of intruding on a private moment. Tony’s jaw tensed even more. Y/N nodded at Peter’s question. After many seconds, Tony cleared his throat. Pete wasn’t sure if it sounded more angry or awkward. He was thinking it tipped a little more to angry.

Y/N giggled softly.

“What?” Peter asked.

“You’re comfy.”

“We’re standing up.”

“You’re still comfy.” She snuggled into his chest a bit more and Peter blushed. Pete was pretty sure he blushed, too, and turned his head a little. Tony cleared his throat louder this time.

“Hey, you two. Over here.”

Peter turned toward Tony before Y/N did, his hand falling from her hair. Then she lifted her head and turned toward the billionaire, but laid it back against Peter’s chest, and his hand returned to its spot on the back of her head, gently twining his fingers through her hair.

“Mhm?” Peter said as his fingers carded through Y/N’s hair absentmindedly. Pete was almost sure he heard a noise something like a purr coming from her, but it was so quiet he only picked it up because of his enhanced hearing, and he was glad Mr. Stark couldn’t hear it.

“Y/N? Kid?”

She lifted her head off Peter’s chest a little, but still stayed close to him. And Peter’s hand did not move.

“Since you’re clearly feeling so sleepy – the meds must be getting’ to ya – why don’t we get to your room and to bed, okay?”

She nodded, but did not move from Peter’s arms. Tony raised his eyebrows. “Um…”

Y/N still didn’t move.

“It’s okay, Mr. Stark,” Peter said. “I can take care of her. I’ll get her to bed, make sure she’s okay.”

Pete was certain Mr. Stark clenched his jaw this time. He knew because he clenched his teeth so hard Pete could hear it, and he was sure that Peter could, too.

Pete felt bad for his variant. Peter didn’t do anything to Tony. Tony just didn’t trust him because he was new here, and he didn’t usually trust new people easily. But he should really cut Peter 3 some more slack. Pete also knew that the budding whatever-it-was between Peter and Y/N certainly wasn’t helping matters. Tony hated to see the young woman he looked it as another daughter falling for someone he distrusted. Pete knew he just didn’t want her to get hurt, that it came from a place of love, but still, it must have been so hard on Peter. Especially because, if you asked Pete, it was so clear that Peter would never hurt Y/N. Never. He was pretty sure he’d do anything to protect her, and that he just wanted her safe, taken care of, and happy. He’d probably lay down his life for her in a heartbeat. But Tony hadn’t quite gotten there yet.

“Stark?” Peter’s voice pulled Tony out of whatever spiral of thoughts he was going down. Pete was nervous btu weirdly curious to know what Tonys response to this would be.

He seemed to be chewing on the inside of his lip for a minute before his mouth formed – seemingly reluctantly – into a tight-lipped smile. Pete waited anxiously to hear his reply.

“Kid?” he said, and hid gaze flicked to Y/N instead of Peter. She didn’t seem to be listening too closely, her eyes a half closed and a bit unfocused. “Kid?” Tony repeated. She opened her eyes to look at Tony, and blinked against the tiredness taking over her body. “You okay with that? With Peter helping you?”

Her lit up visibly and she nodded. “Yesh, yea- yesh, damn!” The word wouldn’t come out right and Peter grinned affectionally. “Yeah, I am.”

Pete half expected Tony to argue, but he didn’t. He just nodded curtly. “Alright.” He looked to Peter 3. “You better take good care of her.”

“Of course, I will, Stark.” He looked down at Y/N. “Alright bub, come on.”

She peered up at him, a confused look covering her face. “To your room. You need some rest.” The look of confusion was erased, and she nodded, rubbing her eyes.

“Okay, come on.” Peter moved the hand on her hair so his arm was anchored behind her shoulders, then crouched down to anchor another behind her knees. She stared up at him with her brow quirked.

“What are you do-“

Her question was answered as Peter lifted her off of her feet and into his arms. He did so slowly and carefully, it looked like he was trying not to jostle her in the slightest. She gasped softly and her arms wrapped round his neck.

“Oh,” she said softly. “You know, you don’t have to carry me, Peter.” Pete saw a blush bloom over Y/N’s cheeks as she said this. Peter grinned down at her.

“I know, bub, but I can, so I might as well, right? Hate to see you lose your balance and fall, wouldn’t we?” His grin was teasing and Y/N narrowed her eyes at him playfully, her nose scrunching up in the process. He laughed, and leaned his forehead against hers. She raised her eyebrows and the color in her cheeks deepened.

“I won’t talk you out of this, huh?”

“Nope.”

“Mm. Okay, Peter.” She seemed to almost sigh out the last words and laid her head upon his shoulder as he pulled away.

Pete smiled as he peered at them, trying not to seem too creepy about it (even though they were right in front of him). Until he turned his eyes on Mr. Stark. His smile faded off of his face, replaced with a frown on the edge of a pout. Mr. Stark was looking at the clearly lovestruck pair with disapproving eyes.

“See you later, Tony,” Y/N slurred as Peter carried her away. He trudged to the kitchen table where Pete sat as the two rounded the corner. Pete waited a few minutes until he heard a door shut until he tried to gather his words before addressing the billionaire.

“Mr. Stark…” his voice trailed off and Tony turned to look at him.

“What is it, kid?”

Pete tapped his fingers on the table before answering. “Why don’t you like Peter 3, Mr. Stark?”

Tony finally looked at his surrogate son. He sighed. “Kid, I just…it isn’t exactly that I don’t like him, I just…I don’t trust him. I don’t know him.”

Pete knew what Mr. Stark was getting at, but he still couldn’t entirety get behind his line of thinking. “He’s a good person. I mean, maybe he’s made some mistakes, but who hasn’t? He helped me a lot. He helped save the whole city in this world. Not to mention in the one he originally came from. He’s…he is a lot like me. I mean, he is a variant of me.” He smiled, then paused, a confused look drawing his eyebrows together. “Or…I’m a variant of him?” His mouth pulled down to a frown and rubbed at his forehead. “Ugh, I don’t know. Sometimes that multiverse stuff makes my brain hurt.”

Tony cracked a smile. “I just…I don’t want anyone to hurt her, Pete. You know about her last, her only, relationship, right?”

“Yeah, Mr. Stark, I do.”

Tony nodded, pursed his lips, then continued. “Then you get why I’m so protective of her? Especially of her in any sort of relationship? I know she’s a grown woman, kid, I know, but it’s been almost a decade since she was in any sort of relationship and the last guy treated her like trash, I just…I don’t want that to happen to her again.”

Pete was a little surprised that Mr. Stark was opening up this much, but he was glad. “Peter would never do that to her,” he said with confidence.

Tony gave him a lopsided, sort of sad grin. “Yeah? You sound super sure of yourself on that one, kid. I want to be that sure, too.”

“You should be.”

Tony leaned a little closer. “How come?” It wasn’t said with malice, it was said with genuine curiosity.

“You know…you know what happened, right, Mr. Stark? When Peter was eighteen; when he was my age?”

Tony’s face falls. “I overheard it, yeah. The basics of it.”

I don’t know that he needs to know the full story, or that I should really be telling him, so I don’t go into details.

“It was his girlfriend, right?” He says it so quiet.

“Yeah, it was.” That’s all I say. Silence for a few seconds, then I say, “That’s how I know.”

Tony’s eyes snap up to mine. “He lost…he’s lost people, but he lost someone before…and…well, he blames himself. I think he’s just started not to. So, he’s letting her in, and you can see how much he cares about Y/N, can’t you, Mr. Stark?”

He sighs, begrudgingly. “Yeah, yeah I can, kid,” he admits.

“Well, after that…after what happened, that’s how I know. He would never treat her like trash. He’ll protect her, he’ll support her, he’ll take care of her. I know it. You should give him more of a chance. Please?”

Another sigh, but this one is for dramatic effect, I know it is. “Yeah, kid. You’re right, I know you are.” He hesitates. “I hate it when that happens.” He grins teasingly at me. “But, I won’t take my eye off him entirely. You know I’d be keeping a little bit of an eye on whoever it was she seemed to have a thing with.”

I laugh. “Fair enough, Mr. Stark.”

***

“Here we are, bug.” Peter said as they walked into Y/N’s room.

“Mhm,” she replied sleepily, not even looking up. They made it a little farther in the room, and then she opened her eyes. “My room,” she mumbled, still with a slight slur.

“Yup, your room, bub.”

“Mmmm. Thank you.” She cuddled deeper into him, her head buried in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“Hey, keep your arms around me, okay? Hold on. Don’t let go.”

She blinked at him, and he repeated his words. “Y/N. Please.”

“Okay.” She nodded and tightened her grip.

“Good girl, there you go.”

He used his now free hand to pull back the covers on her bed, but quickly curled his arm back underneath her shoulders, in case in her mildly drug induced state she decided to let go for some reason. Gentle, so gentle, he laid her down on her bed.

He grinned. “You can let go now, bub,” he said softly.

“Oh! Sorry…” She released her arms from around his neck.

“Don’t be, it’s okay.”

He smoothed her hair back from her face and she closed her eyes. “Feels nice,” she mumbled. Peter felt a light blush across his cheeks.

But he sat down on the edge of the bed next to her and kept stroking her hair, lightly scratching her scalp sometimes. He swore she nearly purred at one point. He grinned, and his blush deepened. After a few minutes, it looked like she’d dozed off, so Peter removed his hand and was just getting up when he heard her stir. She grumbled and reached for his wrist.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered.

“Don’t go,” she said, and her voice sounded so small in that moment. “Please, Peter?”

Maneuvering so his wrist was out of her tiny grip, he interlaced their fingers together instead. “Okay,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere, love.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. Of course, he promised. She had no idea; he would always be there for her. “I promise.”

She smiled groggily. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He pulled his hand out of hers but when he started to walk away, she grabbed it again. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’m just going right over there.” He pointed to an arm chair in her room.

“Can you stay with me…here?” Now her cheeks tinged peach as she gestured to the bed.

“Oh,” Peter said. “I-uh- are you sure that’s okay?”

She nodded, tugging on his hand but of course not moving him even an inch. “Please.” The slight crack in her voice had him almost scrambling to climb in next to her.

“Okay,” he whispered as he nodded. “Can you scoot over, bug?” She nodded and wiggled herself backwards. Peter kept an eye out to make sure she didn’t wiggle backwards right off the bed. He crawled in next to her, and gently pulled her into his arms just in case in her drug induced state she did back all the way off the bed and fall to the floor. For a second, he’s worried he’s overstepped a little, but she just scoots closer to him and snuggles into his chest. He lets out a breath and pulls her a little closer to him, burying his face in her hair and breathing in the scent of her shampoo. She sighs happily, and he resumes running his fingers through her hair and his light scratching of her scalp.

When he looks down again, she is fast asleep. A soft smile spreads across Peter’s face. Whatever this unspoken thing is between them seems to have gone to another level. He hopes this will continue, but for now, he is happy to hold her as she sleeps.

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rancidpancakebatter · 1 year

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We Write the Story-[P.P.] | Chapter Two

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x (Black!)Hispanic!College!Female!Reader

Chapter Summary: The battle at Liberty begins after a trail down memory lane

Takes place during No Way Home

Word Count: 5.5k words

Content: Some superhero fighting, angst, language, mentions of death,

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A/N: This is yet another thing I found in my drafts. Chapter three has one paragraph written but two is done, so yay! As I said in the first chapter, this is very self-indulgent. I tried to put more focus on the reader being Hispanic than black but both are pretty relevant to my experience so there are some minor details that allude to the reader being black. I'm too lazy to edit them out. I hope you can understand.

Your anxiety continued a slow accent as the Spider-Men discussed their game plan. You were put on “babysitting duty,” instructed to watch over Michelle and Ned as they climbed through the portal to fight interdimensional villains.

You watched Peter’s live and felt a twinge of moroseness at his words. Even now, as he was trying to save New York, he accepted the cruelty it threw his way. The chemistry lab was quiet. You had all pulled up chairs at the entrance of the portal, silently watching- waiting. You had hugged Petey before he walked out, but it didn’t calm you as much as you had hoped. As you sat on this unstable wooden stool, your mind wandered to the past.

You remember when Petey first moved in. You were playing in the living room, your wooden puppet jumping as you jerked at the strings. Your father was in the kitchen, the smell of toasted tortillas and seasoned chicken wafting through the air. You liked flautas, but you preferred when your mom would make them. Your father was less familiar with the seasoning your mother would use; he stuck more to his Creole roots.

There was a knock at the door, but you remained unbothered. You and Señor Payaso were on a fabulous adventure, that you didn’t want to interrupt. They knocked again, and this time your father called out to you.

“Can you see who’s at the door, baby?”

You begrudgingly got up and pulled a chair over to the door. As you peeked through the peephole, you saw a familiar face, the sweet woman from across the hall. You liked her a lot. She always complimented your hair and all of your drawings. She was friends with your mother; when she died, the woman came over and cooked a lot, bringing her husband along. Mr Ben was nice too. He would put you on his shoulders and twirl you around.

You moved the chair and called out to your father, “It’s Ms May!”

You opened the door and let her in. She complimented your dress and asked about your day. You told her all about your new colouring book and left to get it for her. When you returned, she was talking in hushed whispers with your dad. Their faces looked serious and sad, but when they saw you, they painted on a smile.

Your father beckoned you, and you happily clambered into his open arms. As he rested you on his hip, he moved some hair out of your face.

“Hey, honey. So, Ms May came over to ask if you would want to play with her nephew. He just moved in and he doesn’t have any friends.”

You looked at May, not fully understanding. “Why does he live with you? Where are his parents?”

Your father said your name in a warning tone and you were confused, but Ms May cut him off, “No, no, it’s okay.”

Her smile was kind and you loved when she smiled at you.

“He lost both of his parents, like how you lost your mom." She explains. "So now he lives with me. He’s very scared, and I was hoping maybe you could hang out with him. You were so brave and it might be nice for Peter to have someone he can talk to about all of this.”

You thought about it for a moment. You couldn’t imagine what you would have done if you had lost both of your parents. You missed your mom a lot; Peter must be feeling that double. You liked Mr and Mrs Parker a lot, so you supposed you would like their nephew too.

“Okay." You agreed, "Does he have a favourite toy? Does he like to colour?”

May told you he would love to colour with you, so you rushed back to your room and grabbed all of your colouring books and three boxes of crayons, just in case. When you returned to the living room, you declared that you were ready to go. You walked across the hall with your father’s hand on your back instead of in your hand as they were very full.

As you walked in, you looked around but only saw Mr Ben. He spoke to the adults while you sat on the couch. You couldn’t hear everything they said, but you caught some of it. Their whispers swirled together and you couldn't tell who said what.

“-in his room”

“I don’t know”

“Thanks”

“He’s just so young”

Your stomach twisted. You remember hearing similar things said about you not so long ago. You hated when the adults around you tried to relate to what you were feeling. You didn’t even understand what you were feeling. You didn’t care what they had to say; you just wanted your mom. There was no one your age to talk to. No friends who got it. You didn’t want Ms May’s nephew to go through that.

You made your way up the stairs, deciding you would find him yourself. You saw an open door and peeked inside. There was a small bed and a lot of boxes in the room. It looked half-unpacked, not really a “room”.

“Hello?” You tried.

There was a scuffling sound but no response.

You walked in and looked around, “Are you Ms May’s nephew?”

You were looking at your feet, careful not to step on anything, when you noticed a pair of eyes under the bed. You set your colouring stuff down and lay on your stomach. He shimmied back some.

“Hi, I’m (Y/n). I’m your neighbour, do you want to play?” He didn't respond, just continued to stare at you.

“Tu hablas español?” Still he said nothing.

“Okay…I’ll just speak both.” You muttered, setting up the colouring supplies.

“Tengo crayons y colouring books, pero si quieres jugar something else podemos.” You began to colour, leaving a stack for him to choose from and the other boxes of crayons at the entrance of the bed.

You silently coloured for a while before you saw a small hand reach forward. He remained under the bed as you heard him flipping through pages. Soon enough, the adults came through the door. They were each surprised by what they saw.

“Where’s Peter?” Mr Ben asked.

You pointed under the bed, continuing to draw.

Ms May laid next to you, “Come on, Peter. Why don’t you come out and play? (Y/n)’s really nice, I promise.”

You shook your head, speaking to the shadows. “No tienes que salir if you don’t want to.”

Ms May looked at you with a question on her brow, one you recognised on adults by now. The "Why are you speaking Spanish?" look. Sometimes it was because you didn't look like your mom, and sometimes it was because they didn't know what you were saying. But you knew her's wasn't mean; Ms May was just curious.

“He hasn’t answered to Spanish or English. I don’t know what he speaks,” You replied with a shrug.

Mr Ben chuckled, “He doesn’t speak Spanish. I think he’s just shy, but thank you for trying.”

They eventually left you be, and you continued to colour. Peter still hadn’t left his hiding spot, but you could hear him scribbling across the page.

“I lost my mom,” You say in an effort to connect. “She got really sick, it happened a few months ago.”

He had stopped colouring, the only sound in the room coming from you and the switching of crayons.

“Grown-ups try to say stuff they think is nice. They tell you they’re sorry. Or they’ll say something like ‘you’re brave’. It’s annoying. I used to hide too.”

You heard him shuffle. He had crawled forward just enough that you could see his face emerging from the shadows, “Do you wanna come in?”

You wriggled in next to him, and he pushed the book he was working on between you. You coloured on opposite pages sharing a box of crayons between you. He used a lot of outlandish colours, his giraffe looking more like an alien than anything you’d seen at the zoo. You focused on your parrot. You passed a lot of time this way.

“How you say, ‘thank you’ in Spanish?”

You were excited to hear his voice again, “Gracias.”

“Gracias, (Y/n)”

He was so small and so scared. Everything he knew had been ripped away from him. You couldn’t help but think he was going through the same thing, only this time he couldn’t hide under his bed. He had to save the world.

You thought of all the times Petey had to be brave. You thought of all the times he didn’t. Like when you watched a horror movie for the first time, and he made you stay up with him all night because he was convinced that something was gonna come out of the closet as soon as he closed his eyes.

You thought of how nervous he was to ask Liz to the homecoming dance- how you had to coach him through it. You thought of how he would trip over himself anytime he talked to her. You thought of how he was just as nervous about asking out MJ. He would text you the whole trip about it (and also some of the Spider-Man stuff, but mostly MJ).

You thought about how kind and sweet he was. An absolute treasure. Petey would speak to you in Spanish if you were alone, knowing that it was a special thing to you, something that kept you connected to your mother. He had learned it through you, but also by studying on his own, surprising you every now and then with all he knew.

You thought about how he had learned to do simple braids in your hair. You had complained about how long it would take to do, and Petey stayed up all night watching youtube tutorials and practising on May. The next day he showed up with a rat-tail comb and a bag of rubber bands, ready to help.

You thought about how he and May would practice making dishes that you grew up with to surprise you for “family” dinner.

Actually, no. Family dinner. No quotes necessary. They were your family. They were all you had, and they were wonderful.

They were your family. Now it’s just Petey. Petey who is currently broadcasting his location so that he can fight a bunch of psychos who would not hesitate to kill him.

You stand abruptly, surprising the not-so-much kids beside you. You rush through the portal and ignore their calls for you to return. You can’t, not now. The Spider-Men hear the commotion and quickly group together. As you turn the corner, Petey’s face is wild with concern.

“(Y/n), You can’t be here-”

You cut him off with a hug. You pull him as close as you can, and don’t hesitate you crush him with all of your strength. He lets out a small “oof” as you accidentally push all the air out of his body. Tears silently fall from your eyes, and Petey finally reciprocates.

“(Y/n), You have to go back. It’s not safe.”

You make no effort to distance yourself, instead mumbling into his chest. “Don’t die.”

Petey pulls you away enough to see your face, “I’m not gonna die.”

Your face twists in anger but he knows it’s not for him. “You will come back to me. In one piece. Or so help me god, these a-holes are gonna wish you had kicked their ass instead.”

A small smile spreads on his face, “I know. I will. No voy a ir a ninguna parte, lo prometo.”

You wipe at your face and Petey chuckles. He’s trying to cheer you up. Even now, Petey is trying to keep you happy, like always.

“Besides, todo el mundo sabe que tengo la hermana más aterradora que hay. Cualquiera que se cruce contigo sería un pinche supido hijo de puta.” It wasn’t perfect but you grasped the message.

You gasped in faux horror, “Aye Petey, Quién te enseñó eso?”

Peter only laughed, “You did. You curse more in Spanish than in English. Which is crazy 'cause you have the foulest language I’ve ever heard.”

You slap his arm, and he pretends it hurt. You glance around and lose your breath. You could see all of New York from here. The city glistened against the deep ocean, the lights dancing across the rolling waves. It was breathtaking. Movement over to your left catches your attention and your eyes landed on Peter. He was leaning against the railing with his arms stretched out while talking to Pete. When you looked, he quickly turned his head, but he was looking at you. Petey chuckled, breaking you from your trance. Man, maybe your attraction was obvious.

“I’ll send him over,” Petey says with a smirk.

You scold, telling him not to, but he was already shouting for Peter.

As he sauntered up, Petey sent you a wink, patting his multiversal counterpart on the shoulder as he passed. Peter looked at you with a playfully confused look. His brows were slightly furrowed but his grin was unmistakable.

“So, what’s up?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. He was so flippant about this whole multiversal mayhem. But also he made you a little nervous, and you were laughing through your flustering.

“Oh, I was just uh- you know...givin’ the whole ‘Don’t Die’ speech before battle. You know how it is.” Peter’s face fell a little sombre, giving you the impression he knew all too well.

He played along, not wanting to address the severity of the situation. You both knew; there was no reason to loll in it. He nodded his head a few times before his arms folded crossed his chest and his head tilted to the side, a soft smile taking over his face.

“So, do I get one?”

You smiled, “Peter Parker. I will be very upset if you die. Don’t do it or I’ll come kill you myself.”

He chuckled, the sound of a sweet song. “Sounds like a lose-lose, I don’t think I’m getting a fair deal.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah? Well, how about this: If you die, no date.”

It was risky, but what did you have to lose? Pete’s words had been on your mind more than you would care to admit. Everything you once knew had been flipped on its head. Maybe there was a chance, maybe he was the right one. But did it matter? It’s completely possible that this man will evaporate from this world in an hour. What harm was there in flirting with him? He was nice with a kind smile, and it felt good to be looked at like that. Like you were something to behold.

Your words seem to surprise him. A deep, thunderous laugh ripped from his chest. It was a delightful sound. One you wanted to hear more often. His hand flew to his heart as he took a step back as if blown away. He looked at you with an amused glimmer in his eye and a grin that split his face. He was the perfect embodiment of "boyish charm."

“Now, the stakes are high,” He teased.

It’s safe to say you were freaking out. You stood at the mouth of the portal, its fizzling crackle a static that you had become accustomed to. MJ held the magic-cube-thing as you tried to keep the both of them calm, coaching Ned to breathe deep and focus. You could hear the zaps of electricity flying through the air, bright flashes of light shocking out the shadows in the dark room. Everything got cloudy for a moment, and you recognised this dust storm as Flint’s arrival. Everyone was showing up fast, and you should have been miles away, but with the portal open, you were nowhere close to safe.

A loud crash echos out and startles a scream out of the kids. You gently shush them, not wanting any unwanted attention. You were working through a plan, an escape route. You loved Petey, but he wasn’t very good with backup plans, and this was a perfect example.

You heard heavy steps and spun to look through the Portal. The talking lizard was stalking towards you.

“Hey! Hey! We gotta go!”

The kids follow your gaze and their eyes widen in fear. You grab the box from MJ and start pushing them in front of you. The Lizard has landed in the room and is throwing tables and chairs.

You make it to the doors and point down the hall, “You guys run to the cafeteria, watch each other’s backs and hide!”

They hesitantly run, glancing at you periodically over their shoulders. You look behind you, and the lizard is trained on your hand. You wave the box, “Come on, big boy, this way!”

He rears his head back and lets out a gut-wrenching roar. You push through the door and into the hall. Your footsteps echo in the dark, empty corridors. You hadn’t necessarily liked high school, but the dreadful memories did nothing to relieve the creepy atmosphere. You could hear his talons cut into the metal lockers around you as he got closer. You whipped your head around to confirm your suspicions. You felt nauseous as you saw his yellowed teeth bared at you.

You swung a sharp left into the library. You ducked under a table and crawled quietly in the dark. As the creature broke through the doors you heard him stop. You could hear a subtle growl leave his throat, sharp breaths as he sniffs around the room. You reach the wall and grab a book off the shelf. You can see his feet as he walks across the floor. Your heart is beating in your chest as he gets closer. His tail swings in front of you, working side to side. You take a steady breath and throw the book into the corner behind you.

He roars and charges at the sound. You make a break towards the lined shelves while he’s distracted. You silently hoped the books you heard being decimated would accept your apology, that they would understand. There’s a door on the other side, it will put you in the hallway right across from the gym. You didn’t like the idea of a big open space, but maybe you could hide if you could make it to the bleachers. It’s the best idea you have right now.

The Lizard had begun throwing the tables you were hiding under before. It wouldn’t be long until he started destroying the shelves too. You crouched down and made your way to the door, pushing it open with shaky hands and closing it as softly as you could. You entered the gym and looked around. You spotted the supply room and tried the handle.

It was locked, “shit!”

You could still hear the library being ransacked. Your only way in was to break the window. You knew it would make a lot of noise, but you had to arm yourself with something. You raise the box and bring it down as hard as you can. The glass shatters and you hear a roar erupt in the building. You ball your hand up in your sleeve and push through the glass wiggling the handle. You grab a bat by the door and a football flag that was hanging on the wall. You hear stomping in the hallway and panic. Well- more so than you were before.

The bleachers were pulled out and you thanked whatever deity might have been watching over you. You find a gap in the bars and squeeze your way through. Just then The lizard kicks in the heavy metal doors. You fall back into the shadows and watch through the space between the seats as he makes his way to the middle of the floor. You try to tame your shaking hands, knowing there was nothing you could do with the adrenaline coursing through your body.

You place the bat between your legs and tie the box to a belt loop on the back of your jeans, that way you can have two hands to swing. You tried to remember everything you knew about the creature in front of you, anything that may give you an upper hand. You remembered him talking about “healing the world.” Apparently, this “enhancement” mutated his genes and he had faster healing and was super strong. He was also a man-eating lizard. And you were just a poor college student from Queens.

Suddenly he stopped, his head turned towards you as he continued to sniff the air around him. A sneer besmeared his face, his eyes opened and it seemed he was looking right at you.

“There you are...” his nauseating voice drew out.

He charged forward and you screamed. His claws reached through the slits and pried at them. He got his arm through and swiped; you fell back as you narrowly dodged them. He continued with that for a while before he abandoned the approach. His yellow eyes glared at you through the gap he had created before growling. He must have grown up watching Dora too. If you can’t go through, you can't go above it, if you can’t go under it, you have to go around it. He backed away and bounded towards the bars you had slipped through. You ran to meet him there, to hopefully hold him off.

He reached his hand through and you swung at it. It didn’t seem to deter him. The response was more like someone playfully pushing your hand away from their plate, as opposed to a twenty-something swinging a metal bat at full force. He reached for you again but this time he caught your bat in his claws. It shredded the barrel, the metal blossoming out at jagged angles. You could work with that.

You brought it over your head and aimed at his arm. He reared back as the metal cut through his scales. You could hear the fury in his scream, your blood ran cold at the sound. You watched as the flesh slowly melded back together, soon the damage was erased. It hit you then, you were truly no match. He brought his hand back up and sliced through the barrier of bars, bending them with little effort to push through. You took steps back as he got closer. He was hunched down, unable to stand in this space. You were trapped if you couldn’t find a way out.

At the other entrance, you saw a fire extinguisher. You rushed to grab it, pulling the pin and aiming it directly at him. You felt the metal bars against your back. He let out another roar and you pulled on the trigger. Foam flew through the air and the smell of compressed CO2 made you dizzy. You threw it and he caught it in his mouth, as his teeth punctured it white plumes billowed from the canister. While he was blinded you tried to squeeze through the bars. In his thrashing, he caught you on the arm. His claws felt like a blade, cutting through you easily.

You cried out as you collapsed on the floor. Rolling over, you pushed yourself up, ignoring the searing pain in your bicep. Your bat was long gone and you were on your own. You made your way to the middle of the gym, trying to plan your next escape. You heard the grating noise you hate to say you knew, he had slashed through the other set of bars. You sympathised with the groan the metal released as it was bent and twisted against its will.

His horrid eyes fell on you again and you turned to run. He gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint, he's gaining on you (Shia Leboeuf). Your body hurts and all this running is pumping blood, you’re getting woozy from the loss. You trip and hit the ground hard; you feel disoriented. You start crawling forward, hoping to put enough distance between you.

Just then a loud crash rings through the gymnasium. You turn your head to see The Lizard slammed into the bleachers, the seats folding around him under the weight. Something flew across the room and soon a cloud of green smoke enveloped the space. You heard footfall quickly approaching you and curled in on yourself; your brain unable to catch up with the chaos of the situation.

“Hey, hey, It’s okay. It’s just me.” His gloves caught on the cotton of your ribbed top.

You slowly opened your eyes and they fell upon shining stars; chocolate and autumn leaves and everything sweet in the world. His jaw was set, strong enough to cut diamonds. His lips looked velvety and decadent; though they sagged heavily at the end, his distress evident in his frown.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? I smell blood.” He quickly questioned.

You motioned that you wanted help up, but instead of offering you his hand, he scooped you up in his arms. Your stomach fluttered at the act, the gentleness he was showing you. You were pressed tightly against him, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest.

You took a shaky, flustered breath. “I’m fine. El cabrón caught me in the arm, but I’ll be okay.”

He took notice of the way you were holding your arm and shifted you to take a better look. He curled you like he was using you to train his biceps, pushing your chest into his. His eyes grew as he looked over your wound.

“It’s okay. You’re- you’re gonna be okay.” He reassured.

He was breathing heavily. You thought before that it was from exertion, but the panic in his eyes was one you recognised.

“Yeah, I know.”

Your words fell on deaf ears as he continued to mumble; repeating that you would be fine like he was trying to manifest it in truth.

"Peter, Hey. Listen to me, I’m okay.”

He shook his head, breaking his trance, and then finally looked back at you. “Let’s get you out of here.”

You met everyone out on the scaffolding; Lady Liberty had seen better days. Peter had finally set you down, and he had used your mangled sleeve to wrap around your cut. As you stepped through the portal it closed behind you. You glared at the spot it used to occupy.

“Por qué no hiciste eso antes, huh?”

You heard your name called out from behind you and as you tuned you were knocked back by the strength of your two-out-of-three of your favourite teens. You held them close, happy to be in their embrace- relieved that they were safe. They talked over each other, spewing their concern and everything that had happened while you were separated. As Ned spoke he flailed his hands, sparks flew from his fingers and with a flourish of his wrist he accidentally opened a portal.

You threw the kids behind you, waiting for whatever may emerge. To your surprise, Dr Strange stepped forward. He whipped his hand and the box flew from your waist. You all protested: a series of ‘wait’s and ‘no’s leaving your mouths.

“Where is he?”

“Before you do anything Mister- Dr Strange, sir,” Ned pleads. “Peter’s plan is working!”

You all nod adamantly as he eyes your group sceptically, “What plan?”

“He’s curing them!” Ned explains, pride dripping from his words.

You pointed to the corner. There sat an older man who looked a little ridiculous dressed in some gym shorts and a mesh, orange jersey for flag football. Strange stepped forward to get a better look.

“Who’s that?” He asks, his tone losing its previous hostility.

“That’s Dr Connors, the giant lizard,” MJ supplies as the man in question gives a tentative wave.

The wizard looks between the reformed man and your odd group a few times before he slowly nods his head, “Well, I’ll be damned.”

He walks off and you grow nervous. You hope he can see the vision, that he lets Petey do this. He’s sacrificed so much, It would be a shame to see his victory ripped away from him. You watch as the three of them swing around, their synchronization mesmerizing to you. It was almost beautiful. If not also death-defying and frightening.

But the little fear you felt grew tenfold, at an exponential rate. Over the horizon, you saw a flying figure approaching. Your blood ran cold and you can’t help the way your body starts to tremble.

You quickly turn to Ned, “Can you open a portal?”

He looks at you confused, his anxiety rising as he tries to understand why you’re upset. “No, Dr Strange took the ring back.”

You silently curse the old man and spin around, trying to find somewhere to run, when his nauseating voice rings through the sky, “Can the Spider-Man come out to play?!”

You freeze. His haunting cadence fills your ears, and you don’t know what to do. You think of his freakish, twisted smile as he gave his “We are gods” monologue. You could hear his sickening cackle as Peter beat in his face. You heard his taunting drawl as he choked Peter. You thought of how he had killed Ms May. The only mother you truly knew. You wondered if she was as scared as you were in her final moments. You couldn’t breathe; you couldn’t move. Completely frozen in fear.

You could vaguely hear Ned and MJ calling out to you, but the world was too far away from you now. It felt like your skin was melting off of you and your brain was spinning in your skull. He couldn’t be here. Petey couldn’t be here. He was dangerous. He wasn’t like the others, his only objective was wreaking havoc, and he had no remorse for the pain and suffering he dealt.

A loud boom erupts through the night air, a crescendo of collapsing metal and golden rings. You feel the scaffolding shake and see it falling apart around you. It gives way. Michelle panics as she starts to tip back and without thinking you pull her towards you. You watch as she grows smaller and smaller in your view, as everything gets further and further away. You hear a scream but don’t realise it’s yours, the sound leaving your lungs as the wind whips around you. Ned hangs from debris and you scold yourself for not protecting him better.

Your arms wave helplessly around you as your brain looks for something to grab onto. Suddenly Petey appears in your view. His face is battered and bruised, his eyes are trained on you. He looks aged, as if the last twelve hours have stolen what was left of his innocence. It was hard to watch him grow up, he was no longer your Little Petey. But this hurt more. Because this wasn’t him growing up, this was him falling apart.

He extends his hand to you and you reach for it. Your fingers brush against the cool metal of his nanotech before he’s ripped away, pinned to the front of the Goblin’s glider.

You hear a gut-wrenching cry from Peter as he was toted away, saw the defeat and rage in his eyes. You close your eyes and swallow back tears. You had never given much thought to how you would die. You were always so busy worrying about everything else. You worried about your father, you worried about May, you worried about Peter. You worried about your grades, you worried about your job, you worried about keeping your place clean. There was always so much to do, so much going on.

But as the end drew near, you still couldn’t think of you. Petey had lost so much and you hated to think you would be another boulder to carry. Another reason to grieve. You thought of all the milestones you would miss. He had always joked that you would one day be his best man, and he would be your maid of honour.

But you wouldn't be there for his wedding. You wouldn’t be there when he graduated from high school. You wouldn’t be there for his first hangover. You wouldn’t be there for his child’s first steps. You wouldn’t be there. You sent out an unguided wish, a silent prayer to anyone who might hear.

Please, let him be okay. Tell him that I love him, that he was the best friend, the best family, the best brother anyone could wish for. Tell him it’s gonna be okay.

You closed your eyes and let the tears slip. It was odd. They didn’t drip down your face, but floated up, as if not to stain you. You hoped the ground would be merciful, that your death would come swiftly. You imagined you were on the high dive at the pool you and Peter used to frequent in the summers. You were sailing into the deep waters, soon to be comforted by the chlorine and Petey’s cheers. You smiled.

Let me tell you, this depressive episode is going CRAZY, so again, I'm sorry for not posting as much and thank you for your patience. And I would like to reiterate, I am getting through it with the love and support of friends and medical professionals. I will eventually be okay, but I'm not now, and that's okay too. I hate to ask, but if you guys could leave some comments or nice words it would really mean a lot to me :))

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goldenretriever-nicknelson · 1 year

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hey lovely! could i request something specific for tasm peter, like you guys being snowed in or maybe just a movie night during the winter holidays? 🥺💞

Hi hun! Thank you so much for your request and helping me! I haven't wrote in ages so I might be a bit rusty but I hope you like it! No taglist because I have to make a new one so just tagging mutuals.

WC: 947

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x reader

“Thanks for helping me with this.”

You stretched as you stood up, your muscles thanking you for finally moving after 2 hours of sitting on the floor.

“No problem, Math isn’t for everyone.” The boy sat across from you laughed sweetly and pushed his glasses further up his nose. He tidied away the mess you had both created on his bedroom floor and handed you your math book.

“Hey, I didn’t do too badly!”

Peter Parker gave you his signature look, peering over the top of his glasses. The look was a regular occurrence with him as your mentor in most subjects. You hadn’t been doing well in your first term at college and your professors had suggested Peter as a mentor, you weren’t one to say no. Especially because you had harbored a crush on him since becoming his lab partner on the first day and spilling chemicals on his lab coat.

Who couldn’t resist that boyish charm, curly brown locks and nice guy attitude? Needless to say Peter Parker was unlike anyone you had met before, much different to the high school boys that were too big for their boots.

“Are you going to be okay getting back to your dorm?”

You looked up at Peter and smiled, giving a small nod before you caught a glance of the window behind him and the snow that was steadily falling on the pane. Peter must have caught your worried expression as he looked over his shoulder and let out a gasp.

“It’s snowing!”

He sounded like a child seeing their first snowfall on Christmas Eve and he looked like it too with his nose almost pressed against the glass. He looked back at you and you could already see the excitement of playing in the snow bubbling behind his beautiful brown eyes.

“We have finals in three days Pete.”

“Can we at least build a snowman tomorrow? Everyone needs breaks and as your tutor I’m demanding you take one.” Peter smiled and moved closer to your face, so close you could smell the hot chocolate and marshmallows on his breath that you had made earlier.

Your cheeks turned pink under his innocent gaze and for a moment you swear you had seen his eyes drift down to your lips. “F-fine.” You smiled sheepishly and backed away to grab your coat, hearing Peter clear his throat before he opened the door for you.

“Always the gentleman.” You smiled and ruffled his hair before kissing his blushing cheek. You meant to play it off as a joke but the both of you knew it was more than that. It was the start of something more than just study buddies, the start of accepting those feelings that had been growing over the past few months.

You both laughed nervously, looking away from the other to try and hide how red your cheeks were. Luckily the open door provided your escape into the unheated corridor, providing an excuse for your scarlet cheeks.

Peter walked you down the stairs through the empty common room, which was usually the hotspot for movie and game nights, and to the exit where a cold draft was already blowing in.

“Well goodnight Pete and thank you again.” You smiled sincerely at him and pulled him in for a hug, both of you wrapping your arms tightly around the other. He sighed softly as he pulled back, the smell of your perfume lingering in his nose.

“You’re welcome and don’t forget, I want to build a snowman tomorrow.”

You nodded and giggled, opening the door to step out until a heap of snow landed at your feet, the rest of the snow having blocked the door. You were officially snowed in.

Peter doubled over laughing, not even caring as his glasses almost fell off his face. You turned to look at him and raised a brow, biting your lip before catching onto his laughter. You didn’t know what was so funny about being snowed in but Peter’s laugh was contagious.

“What’s so funny?” You asked after both calming down a little bit, the laughter dying between you as you flopped onto the couch. Peter rested his elbow on the back of the cushions and leaned onto his hand.

He shook his head. “I-it’s just all this time I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment and now…”

“The perfect moment for what?” You asked, secretly hoping you knew the answer as Peter leaned in closer, his familiar smell filling your senses. There was a cut on his cheek that still hadn’t healed from a ‘skateboard injury’ and his eyes had the same excitement they had when looking at the snow but there was something else there this time.

“To tell you that…” He took a deep breath and suddenly looked nervous, second guessing what was running through his mind. You felt a rush of adrenaline and sympathy for Peter and cupped his face with your hand.

“I think I want to tell you the same thing.” You bit your lip and inched closer, hoping to say what you both wanted without any words but Peter stopped you before you could.

“You want to watch Frozen too?” Peter feigned surprise before he started laughing at the expression that dawned on your face. You shook your head as you realized it was a joke before pulling Peter closer and meeting your lips with his.

Both of you sighed a breath of relief against each other's lips as you finally kissed, months of romantic tension being released and reciprocated. An explosion of fireworks and sparks flew between you as lips finally parted and eyes met.

Thank goodness for snow storms.

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i saw a girl in my dreams, but i don’t remember her name

tasm!peter parker x mcu!reader

tag: @paw-sneeze and @dylan-kai2008 @theacademix

sfw, part 1 - part 2 this is ass but oh well

your mind was frazzled, staring off into space as you sat beside mj and ned in neds dinning space—well his grandmas dinning space. you were currently blocking out what they were saying as your head thumped and thumped.

thinking back on what even happened in the past couple of days you honestly could barely keep up with everything. you remembered running out of the shop to find peter and mj, ending up seeing him take her somewhere with his webs, noticing he was in his way to his apartment and you just started running trying to get there as fast as you could. you remembered people hating on peter and microphones being shoved in yours and mjs faces as you walked somewhere.

remembering listening to mj and peter on facetime as she laid on her bed, you felt bad for him, peter is such a sweet guy and you couldn’t imagine how he must be feeling with all of this. you were proud of your sister for sticking by him since the beginning and you felt the same about ned, he was always a sweetheart when you saw him at the shop with peter.

you had another dream, other peter asking about the place you worked and said that it was weird because he looked it up and there wasnt one in his area—just some random run down convince store. you and the other peter tried to get as much information out of each other as you could since you both agreed that this wasn’t normal.

then them all getting denied into college, then all these damn monsters that literally made your migraine worse by just thinking about them because it just made no sense to you. you stayed out of neds and mjs way while all of you were in some drs basement place thing with shit to catch these villains apparently from a different universe or something. mj tried to explain but you just didnt understand.

“i just wish i could know that peters okay” mj sighed, bringing out of your haze and placed a hand on her back, rubbing soothingly.

“i just wish we could see him” ned whined and moved his hand. a spark that moved in a swirl appeared then disappeared just as quick. you perked up and mj looked at you weirdly.

“ned do that again” you said, brows furrowed as you stared where the spark once was. ned furrowed his brow and looked at mj and she nodded in a way that told him to do it again.

“i just wish i could see peter?” ned said awkwardly and moved his hand again. the spark it happened again, mj and ned now seeing it this time also. the spark went away just as quickly.

“what the fuck is that?” you asked, looking back and forth between mj and ned.

“just wish we could see peter” ned said moving his arms around again, this time the circle stayed.

“that him?” you asked and mj nodded, ned’s grandma came out of her room.

you all started yelling for peter to come closer, gesturing to come here and as he got closer you all could tell it wasn’t your peter.

your throat went dry as you saw the suit from in your dreams. this couldn’t be real, HE cant be real it was just dreams just some stupid fucked up dreams.

peter ripped off his mask, his expression the same as yours and you could tell he was trying to figure out who you were and you saw the realization in his eyes. “mj- that’s the guys that was in my dreams” you whispered in her ear.

“you know him?“ ned asks loudly.

“i don’t know how to explain it-i- it was just dreams, what the fuck” you rambled.

soon after mj calmed you down, peter questioned how he just got into your guys reality then showed that he was really spiderman by climbing on the ceiling. ned did another spell thing and another peter walked through it.

here you were again, zoning out on a random spot but this time in a lab with 3 peters in the same room working on an antidote for the villains.

“you okay?” this brought you out of your spacing out, looking beside you and seeing the peter from your dreams.

“i guess so. you?” you asked and sighed as he started working, shrugging his shoulders with a faint smile.

“yeah m’alright” peter said, fixing his gloves on his hands.

“i know this is weird but do you think that the dreams were warning signs? of-of this?” you asked motioning around to the people in the lab. peter looked around and sighed, thinking of what to say.

“im honestly not sure, i think it meant something, i’m just not sure what yet” peter said as he finished what he was working on. you nodded.

you hugged peter 3 before him and peter 2 had to go home, pulling away and saying your goodbyes. you felt this odd attachment to him, probably because of your dreams and honestly you didn’t wanna see him go.

a soft bye came from him, before waving at peter 1 and leaving. your mind ran wild, wondering if the dreams would continue or just stop or something else might happen.

making your way to mj as tears started to run down her face, getting closer you could hear peter telling her that you all were gonna forget who he was.

peter 3 was in your dream, asking you about what happened to peter 1. you told him everything that he supposedly made it to were everyone forgets him but you still remembered- you remembered clearly what happened but towards the end it got fuzzy.

waking up as you normally do when you have dreams with peter in them. your alarm was going off, making you groan and turn it off as quick as you could.

walking to the kitchen in your pajamas as you try to process your dream and that peter said no one would remember him but it seems like nothing as changed.

“good morning” mj yawned as she was making a bowl of cereal.

“morning, you talk to peter yet?” you asked, hoping he was okay and got some sleep from all the shit he went through the other day.

mj looked at you and furrowed her brows, “who’s peter?”

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mgparker · 2 years

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fortuitous chaos | ii

[tasm!peter parker x reader]

based on loki! and the amazing spider-man!

summary: at the TVA, you and peter discover there’s a greater truth beyond your craziest expectations. and you make an unlikely acquaintance who proposes an intriguing deal.

warnings: snarky peter, mobius being mobius, TVA x loki, plotholes for sure, unedited

masterlist!

“Reset the timeline.”

“Can someone please explain what’s going on?” You demanded, wincing as handcuffs are secured around your wrists.

Around you, the office workers stand in confusion, some running toward the elevators frantically. Others clutch their phones to their ears.

Your feet barely keep up as the armored men march you closer to the portal. You want to fight but you know there’s really no use. It would be a waste of energy. You’d already gone through one mysterious portal—your own—so what’s the point in fighting this one?

You spare one more glimpse at the world around you before you’re pushed through the door.

And it’s like walking into a completely different dimension—a brown hue rested over the grand circular room you were now being ushered into.

You feel like a ragdoll, tossed around until you were stumbling into the desk in the middle of the room.

“Hello, welcome to the Time Variance Authority!”

You’re perplexed. “Thanks?”

The man at the front desk looks innocent enough, giving you a genuine smile before handing you a small flyer.

You feel like an idiot, being strung along as if you had nothing else to do with your time. Wherever the hell you are and whatever the hell is going on—you don’t have time for it.

“What’s this?” You grit through clenched teeth.

The front desk guy smiles kindly. “A little information about our facility, Miss…?”

You tell him your last name, scanning the paper quickly. Something about the TVA and their slogan “For All Time, Always.”

This is absurd. It has to be a dream… or maybe you’re on drugs? A puff too far? You’re not sure but again, you don’t have any other option but to comply. Your guards are still standing a few feet away, watching you with precise calculation.

“Great,” the guy collects the paper when you’re finished reading. “Thank you for your cooperation. My name is Casey if you have any questions.”

“Why thanks, Casey,” your tone is dripping with sarcasm. “I happen to have a million questions. Starting with where the hell am I?”

“The Time Variance Authority, ma’am,” repeats Casey.

“That helps a whole lot,” you fume, narrowing your eyes at the guy. A pair of hands seize your arms, manhandling you once again. This time, you have plenty to say about it.

You struggle against their grip. “I’m perfectly capable of walking by myself!”

The guard ignores you, shoving you into an open elevator and clicking a button to shut the doors immediately.

Panic grips your throat, and you surge forward to escape. The doors shut with a gentle click!

Blankly, you nod slowly at the wall, numb from the severe turn of events. You’d started your day normally— going to Oscorp like you did every Sunday and working on your formula like usual. On a normal day, you wouldn’t have gotten interrupted by anyone, especially not by a brunette stranger who seemed to have some sort of hero complex. Not to mention, you’re pretty certain he’s the web-slinging vigilante of New York (if the web incident was any indication).

Suddenly, you feel burning rage toward Peter Parker. A part of you knows it’s unreasonable to place all the blame on him, because in all honesty, this entire situation is likely your fault, but if he hadn’t walked into your lab, none of this would’ve happened!

You would be working peacefully on the sixth floor of Oscorp, probably making no progress at all but you would take that over whatever this situation is. Hell, you don’t even know if you’re making it out of this alive!

For fuck’s sake—you’re a criminal!

Your dive down the rabbit hole is interrupted when the doors finally open, revealing a small room with what appears to be a security scanner. Similar to the ones you’d see at the entrance of Oscorp.

A voice brought your attention to a man standing on the other side of the scanner.

“Please confirm to your knowledge that you are not a fully robotic being, were born an organic creature, and do, in fact, possess what many cultures would call a soul.”

Oh…what the fuck.

Your brain is scrambled at this point, heart racing and hands shaking from the insane circumstances through which you’ve been put through in the last ten minutes. Between having an identity crisis and having your clothes literally lasered off your body, only to have an ugly brown jumpsuit magically appear on you, your heart was one scare away from cardiac arrest.

Groaning from the impact of falling straight through the ground, you pull yourself to your feet, cursing every force above for your dreadful fate.

“Please sign here to confirm that this is everything that you’ve ever said.”

Oh God, give me a break. You beg silently.

You glare at the woman behind yet another desk. Your eyes drop down to the stack of papers she’s pushing toward you. It’s a decent stack, nothing crazy but enough to tell you that maybe you should go out and socialize more.

“This is absolutely ridiculous,” you mutter, ready to sign the paper before the sound of the printer stops you. The woman holds up a finger, retrieving the newly printed page and stamping it before setting it on the very top of the stack. On it, the sentence you’d just said is in bold print.

You open your mouth to verbalize the absurdity of the situation but then decide against it. Aggressively signing the damn thing, you hope this is the last step of your ridiculous initiation into the TVA.

Thankfully it is. Another door opens and you’re walking into a waiting area. A ticket printer is staring you straight in the face.

“Take a ticket,” a suited man demands from the corner of the room. You grit your teeth, instantly annoyed by his tone. Regardless, you grab the ticket, eyeing his baton wearily.

Shuffling forward miserably, you trudge through the line, watching the man in front of you with mild interest. He was the only other person in line, arguing with the guard by the closed door the line led to. The sound of a door opening causes you to look back and the sight fills you with unexpected relief.

It’s Peter. Dressed in the same ridiculous jumpsuit as you and looking defeated. He didn’t argue with the guard, grabbing a ticket and slowly making his way through the mostly empty line.

His eyes seemed to light up when he saw you.

“Hey,” he breathed. “I thought I’d never find you.”

You were hit with an overwhelming guilt. “I’m sorry,” you rushed.

“What?”

You avoid his eyes. “I’m sorry. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t stepped through the portal in the first place, none of this would be happening—”

“Hey, don’t say that. It was my choice to follow you. You didn’t force my hand,” Peter assures, tilting his head down to try to meet your gaze. Your face remains stubbornly pointed at the ground. “Let’s just focus on getting through this and maybe we can go home soon. Okay?”

You stare into his eyes for a minute. He’s being genuine, you can tell. How was he not screaming curses at you for dragging him into this? You have no idea. “Okay.”

“I don’t understand what’s happening. They have the wrong people. This has to be a mistake—"

The TV in the corner powered on, stunning you to silence.

“Hey there! You’re probably saying they have the wrong people, this has to be some sort of mistake.”

Instantly, your mouth drops open, gaping at the little clock lady like you’d gone insane. That’s the only explanation—you are literally losing your mind. A glance to the left confirms that Peter is also questioning every single life decision he’s ever made.

“Welcome to the Time Variance Authority!” She continues. “I’m Miss Minutes, and it’s my job to catch you up before you stand trial for your crimes. So, let’s not waste another minute. Settle in, sharpen your pencils, and check this out!”

Thunder cracks through the room, the volume of the tv muting anything else so that all you could focus on was her. A little animation played on the screen. “Long ago, there was a vast multiversal war…”

Your jaw is on the ground by now, turning slowly to meet Peter’s gaze. He’s on the same boat as you—whatever your experiment did to transcend the barriers of time and space… well, it’s safe to say someone else has already done it.

“Countless unique timelines battled each other for supremacy, nearly resulting in the total destruction of… well, everything. But then, the all-knowing Time-Keepers emerged, bringing peace by reorganizing the multiverse into a single timeline— the Sacred Timeline. Now the Time-Keepers protect and preserve the proper flow of time for everyone and everything. But sometimes, people like you veer off the path the Time-Keepers created. We call those Variants. Maybe you started an uprising or were just late for work. Whatever it was, stepping off your path caused a nexus event, which, left unchecked, could branch off into madness… leading to another multiversal war.

“But don’t worry! To make sure that doesn’t happen, the Time-Keepers created the TVA and all its incredible workers. The TVA has stepped in to fix your mistake—”

“Oh thank God, what would we ever do without the TVA, right?” You blurt sarcastically. Peter shoots you a stern look, invested in the cartoon. You roll your eyes but continue watching the TV.

“—and set time back on its predetermined path. Now that your actions have left you without a place on the timeline, you must stand trial for your offenses. So, sit tight and we’ll get you in front of a judge in no time! Just make sure you have your ticket and you’ll be seen by the next available attendant… For All Time, Always!”

The screen cuts to black, leaving you stunned. The two of you stare at the abyss for a good minute.

You clear your throat suddenly. “Well…we’re going to die.”

“Why would you say that?” Peter whines, stomping his foot down childishly. Inside, he’s wrecked with anxiety. His eyes stare at your impassive face, searching for any clues as to why you made that predetermination. He finds nothing other than your blank pleasing features… beautiful features—gorgeous even. Maybe he should just stop while he’s ahead.

“How are you taking this so well?” You ogle. “I’m freaking out here, dude!”

“I can assure you I’m not taking this well. I am definitely not taking this well and I’m really starting to regret helping you with the formula at all.”

You laugh humorlessly, panic slipping through your tone. “Oh, you’re just now starting to regret that? I started to regret every life decision I’ve ever made that’s gotten me here as soon as they put this—” you tugged at your neck with disgust. “—collar on my neck.”

You take his silence as an opportunity to continue. “Can’t you web us out of here somehow? I saw your little party trick from earlier, Spider-Man.”

“Then you must’ve seen how quickly they put a stop to that,” he says with a bite of irritation this time. “Besides, if I could somehow use my webs to escape, how would we get out of here? Where even is here?”

“Touché,” you nod, knowing he was right. “Touché. Look dude I’m sorry. I’m nervous and stressed and I didn’t have my cup of coffee this morning so I’m kinda losing it already.”

“Next!” The minuteman at the front of the line beckons you over, requesting your tickets and then ushering you through the doors where a judge would be waiting.

Like a robot, you go through the motions, allowing the armored woman from earlier—who you’d later identify as Hunter B-15—to guide you down the aisle and to the stand. At the front sat the judge, a woman with a stern expression and a fierce posture.

“Parker, Variant P12012, known as Peter Benjamin Parker and Y/L/N, Variant L20712, known as Y/N Y/L/N. You’re both charged with sequence violation 1-12-25. How do you plead?”

She seems irritated, you note. As if it didn’t matter what you said, this was just a simple formality.

“Uh—I’m confused. I have no idea what’s going on—”

She cuts Peter off with an eye roll. “Are you guilty or not guilty?”

“Do we both have to plead the same way? Or can we have our own separate statements?” You wonder. “Not that either of us are guilty in any way but it’s just something that’s useful to know—”

“Guilty or not guilty?” The judge deadpans. Peter tries to hide his amused smile by ducking his head.

“We didn’t commit any crimes! I don’t really know her but she seems like a decent person—”

“Thanks,” you whisper to Peter.

“—and I can tell you in full certainty I didn’t rob or steal from the Time-Keepers or the Sacred Timeline.”

His words throw you off. “Wait, what?”

“Your crime was graver than petty theft, Mr. Parker,” the judge accuses, intertwining his fingers and resting her hands against her desk. “You disrupted the proper flow of time.”

Feeling attacked, Peter pointed at you. “So did she!”

“Dude!”

“You both committed the crime, whether you plead guilty or not. So, stop wasting our time and answer my question.”

Desperation creeps around the corner. “Okay, okay. Can you please elaborate on whatever ‘crime’ we committed?” You did little quotation marks with your fingers.

The judge gives you a cold look, taking a deep breath before answering your question. “Crossing into another universe was never supposed to happen. You and Mr. Parker were never supposed to meet this way and consequentially, your formula was never to be solved.”

“I beg your pardon—”

“Your actions have left you with no place on the Sacred Timeline.”

You nearly roll your eyes. “I’m aware of that. Are you saying that without this guy, I would’ve never solved the formula I’ve worked all my life for?”

The judge sighs exasperatedly. “Yes.”

Wow. That was a blow to the ego. Without this six-foot ball of anxiety, you would’ve never accomplished anything significant in life. At least significant to your standards.

On the Sacred Timeline (the correct timeline, if any of this shit was even real), you’re never meant to succeed.

Great.

The look of sympathy Peter is sending your way embarrasses you. “That is just wonderful news to hear, Judge…” You narrow your eyes at the nameplate on her stand. “…Renslayer.

“But nevertheless… not guilty.” You’re certain of your verdict.

“I agree with her, ma’am,” Peter points at you like a child lost in a supermarket.

Judge Renslayer exchanges an amused glance with Hunter B-15. With the ghost of a smirk on her lips, she slams the gavel down. With bated breath, you await her verdict. “Mr. Parker, Miss. Y/L/N, the court finds you guilty and I sentence you to be reset. Next case, please!”

“Excuse me—”

“Reset?!”

“Ravonna.” The voice drags your attention to a man you hadn’t noticed before. He was white-haired and wearing a beige suit. The man walks to the stand with purpose. “You know they can be of use.”

“No,” she says firmly before leaning over the desk to exchange harsh whispers with the agent.

Peter leans toward you as far as he can. Hunter B-15 had a tight grip on your arms. “You might be right. I think there’s a great chance we might die.”

His words squash any bit of hope you have, heart plummeting to the ground violently until it’s on the floor in a giant, messy heap of emotions.

Tears of frustration well up in your eyes, clouding your vision as you took a moment to stare up at the ceiling. When did life get you here? Why, why, why—

The agent finishes his talk with Judge Renslayer, striding toward you with a wide grin. It’s inviting, trusting. But the simple fact makes you instantly suspicious.

“Miss. Y/L/N, Mr. Parker. I’m Agent Mobius and I have a little preposition for you.”

“You know, I’m a big fan,” Mobius admits in the elevator, smiling sheepishly at Peter who stood on your left. Mobius was on your right. Essentially, you were in the middle of a fan interaction.

“Really?” Despite the circumstances, Peter smiles brightly, a bit shocked that someone appreciated his heroic efforts.

“Oh yeah. Got a whole Spider-Man thing going on in my office. I’ll take you to see it sometime.”

“That sounds great, man. I appreciate the support—”

“Can we stop pretending like all of this is okay?” You snap suddenly, fed up with the small talk. “I mean, one second I was at Oscorp, not even sure that the multiverse actually existed and now I’m at, what do you call this, the TVA?”

The elevator falls silent. Mobius raises his eyebrows, blowing a puff of air.

“And don’t get me started on you,” the agent gives you an impressed look.

You sigh, pinching your forehead. “What are you talking about?”

Mobius shrugs. “I’ll give you something to think about. You two were never meant to meet the way you did.”

“We’re aware of that,” you nodded.

The agent gives you a knowing smile. “Truth is, you were supposed to be enemies.”

“Enemies?” Peter repeats. His brows shoot up to his hairline. Sure, your fiery attitude irritated him to no end, but he didn’t consider you enemy material. “What do you mean enemies?”

“You know... the classic hero versus villain concept, good versus bad, yada yada yada.”

You’re perplexed, though that seems to be your default state ever since you stepped through your damned portal. “You mean… me being the villain,” you enunciate slowly. That seemed highly unlikely, but it was you against Spider-Man… Your odds weren’t looking too hot.

“Well… not necessarily,” Mobius leads you out of the elevator once the doors open.

The comment goes over your head but Peter catches onto it immediately. Stumbling behind you, he eyes Mobius M. Mobius suspiciously. Like seriously—whose name is Mobius M. Mobius?

The three of you arrive in front of a tall door, guards positioned on either side. Mobius flashes his ID card and they promptly let you through. It’s a large room, empty besides a table with a few chairs in the middle. The walls are strange, layered with what appears to be floating bricks.

You’d say it confused you, but your brain was slowly starting to process the fact that things were anything but normal here in the TVA.

“Sit, sit,” urges Mobius, taking a seat as if he were inviting you for a game of cards.

You and Peter share a brief glance before complying.

It’s silent for a few moments, the tension palpable as all three of you stared at each other blankly. If you listened hard enough, you’re sure you’d hear distant crickets.

Peter’s the first to break the silence. “What’s going on?” He sounds uncertain, a bit nervous—like he’s just been called into the principal’s office.

Mobius tapped a pencil against the table. “I’ll get straight to the chase. I know you two would appreciate that a lot more than some idle small talk.”

You’re surprised—you can tell Mobius loves to chit chat.

“We have an issue here,” he begins. “We’ve been tracking it for some time now, but it’s something we’re going to need extra reinforcement with.”

Your curiosity peaked. “How would we help you?”

“There’s a variant we’re chasing—well, no—two variants we’re chasing. They’re partners, wrecking havoc in various points of the timeline which we’ve had to fix time and time again. We’re trying to figure out what they’re doing, why they’re doing it, and how to catch them.”

Peter sensed Mobius was on the cusp of a huge revelation. “Why would we help you?”

Mobius leans forward for dramatic buildup. You notice it immediately and yet fall into his scheme—this was like getting to the best part of your favorite tv show.

“One of the variants we’re chasing,” Mobius shifts his gaze solely onto you. “…is you.”

The next few hours were spent in that same vast room, huddled around the small table as Mobius explained the bizarre circumstances of your variant’s attacks. The first question you had when he’d dropped the bomb on you was how any of this was possible.

Mobius delved into an explanation. “In the events of the Sacred Timeline, you conduct an experiment that goes wrong. It grants you powers that you eventually use against Spider-Man as rivals. Only, this variant had a change of heart after the battle, which caused a nexus event. Anywho, shortly after the TVA brought her in, she—well, you—escaped. After that, it didn’t take long for you to start appearing all over the timeline. We sent our crew out each time, but you’ve managed to outsmart even the best of us.”

You had a million questions; the words threatened to spill carelessly but instead you regained a bit of composure, clearing your throat and picking one inquiry at a time. “You said there’s two variants you’re after. Are they both me?”

“No,” Mobius shook his head. “The other variant escaped a while before you did. Somehow, the two of you ended up finding each other.”

Your mind was in fucking shambles. “Right…”

“This is a lot to take in,” Mobius said sympathetically. Though, if anything, it filled you with anger. Rage, even. How could he sympathize? His organization took you away from your life, just because you’d made a decision out of free will (something that evidently you never even fucking had in the first place).

“You’re right,” Peter speaks up finally, chewing his bottom lip absentmindedly. “It is a lot to take in. What would we get out of this?”

You look up in interest.

“Well for starters, you’re not getting pruned.”

All these damn TVA words are making no sense in your brain. “Which in layman’s terms means—”

“Death,” Mobius clarifies with a smile.

Your lips form an ‘O,’ suddenly liking Mobius’ plan a lot more. Beside you, Peter raises his eyebrows, staring at the table with newfound interest.

“Is there really no way we can just slip back into our timeline?” You tried. “I mean, it seems absurd that we’ve literally been left with no place in the universe.”

“Your place can be here in the TVA. Catching bad guys, doing your part to keep the universe in harmonious order.”

His words brought you a sudden realization, eyes narrowing in suspicion as you leaned forward against the table. You cross your arms and give him a pointed look. “How did you get here, Agent Mobius? How did you get to the TVA?”

Peter perks up.

Mobius doesn’t seem to falter, giving you that same easy smile. “The Time-Keepers created the TVA and all its workers.”

“Uh-huh,” Peter drawls. “Are you even human then?”

“Peter what—?”

Mobius waves you off. “Don’t worry, Peter. You’re the only one of your kind. No cross-species beings around here.”

Some part of that sentence was a lie, and you could sense it as soon as it slipped from his tongue. “We have no other choice then.”

Mobius watches the last gleam of hope leave your eyes. Your posture screamed defeated. A glance at Peter showed him the opposite. His gaze held suspicion and determination, something Mobius had to keep a tab on.

“Unless you want to be pruned,” Mobius shrugs. “No.”

Peter glances at you, searching your face for an answer. You stare back at him, feeling a sense of comfort in his brown eyes.

His eyes dart along your face before he turns back to Mobius.

“We’re in.”

this is unedited and i haven’t even read it over so this will prob be edited later!!

— elle <33

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sincericida · 3 months

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Some things never change about my favorite scientist.

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wonderswritings · 2 years

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When Worlds Collide: Reminiscence

Summary: Five years ago, the world changed. Eight months ago, the world changed again; all with a snap of fingers. Now we’re dealing with the aftermath of those actions, and it’s hard for everyone. Especially for those they left behind.

Warnings: No Way Home Spoilers, Angst, Mentions of Blood/Injuries, Character Death, PTSD, Possibly More to Come

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader- nicknamed Mel

In this fic, Pepper is not your mother, and Morgan is only your half sister. You are Tony’s daughter, but your mother is never mentioned.

!!!Important!!! This is a rewrite of book 1 of WWC. Titles and some plot points will carry over.

Tags ~please please read the rules before filling out the form!

AO3

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We were in one of the lab rooms, trying to come up with a plan.

“YN needs to get cleaned up. She needs medical attention.”

“Put me down.”

Peter looked down at you, making a face, causing you to nod.

“Put me down.”

He sighed softly, helping you so you were standing, keeping one arm wrapped around you while you placed one of your arms over his shoulders.

“All I need is the nurse's office.”

“Mel, no.”

“Peter, yes. I just need stitches and water. Though, alcohol would be prefered-”

Peter shot you a look, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Mel.”

You grinned, shaking your head.

“Kidding, kidding. But seriously, I’m fine, and I’ll be even better after a trip to the nurse's office. Peter can take me.”

You turned, looking up at Peter.

“Right?”

He nodded, turning towards the others.

“Yeah, I can take her.”

“Mel I don’t-”

“You know I went to school here, right? I know where the nurses office is and how to get there. I’ll be fine.”

“But-”

You shook your head, lifting your hand, cutting him off.

“Nope. I’m older than you and what I say goes. You guys stay here, get started on the cures and then we’ll be back and help.”

“Technically, he’s the oldest.”

Peter pointed back towards the older Peter, causing you to huff as you shot the older Peter a look.

“Well?”

He looked between you and Peter, nodding slightly.

“I think your friend is right Peter. We can get started while she gets cleaned up.”

You nodded, shooting Peter a slight smile.

“See?”

You turned towards Peter, nodding.

“Come on.”

He nodded, keeping you close to him as you walked out of the room, the door closing behind you both.

“Alright, sooo, which way?”

“Left.”

He nodded, bending slightly, picking you back up, causing you to gasp.

“Hey!”

He shook his head, glancing down at you.

“You’re injured. Plus, it’ll be quicker.”

You huffed, mumbling to yourself as he walked down the hall. He glanced down at you as he turned down the hall you'd pointed too, looking around.

“So, you went to school here?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s cool.”

“Mhmm. I used to go here with Peter.”

You slightly made a face, tilting your head to the side.

“Well, my Peter and the others.”

You gasped when Peter’s hold on you loosened, grabbing onto his suit as Peter scrambled to right himself, looking down at you.

“Sorry. You just uh- surprised me, s’all.”

“Turn here.”

He turned, glancing down at you.

“So uh, how’d that work? I thought he was in school now. You don’t look-”

His eyes widened as he shook his head, mumbling.

“Nope, nope. Not going there. Nope.”

He looked down at you, shooting you a puppy dog look that reminded you of your Peter’s, sighing softly.

“How?”

“It’s a long story, really long. Simply put, half the universe was snapped away, including Peter and MJ. They were gone for five years.”

“That uh- that sucks.”

“Yeah. It's through the office.”

You reached out when Peter stopped in front of the office door, pushing it open.

“Third room on the left.”

He nodded, walking through the office and down the hall, stopping in front of the door, waiting patiently while you opened it. The light cut on as he stepped in, moving to set you down on the table.

“First aid kit?”

“Top cabinet.”

He nodded, turning and walking towards the cabinet.

“So, where are you hurting?”

You looked over at him, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“Everywhere.”

His eyes widened slightly as he nodded, grabbing the chair and walking towards you.

“Painful.”

“I- my arm and side hurt the most. Back too, if that helps.”

He nodded, sitting the kit down beside you.

“It does.”

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“So, how’d this happen?”

Peter was working on getting the glass out of your arm, his tongue sticking out slightly as he concentrated.

“Fell onto a glass table.”

“Fell or pushed?”

“Hmm, both?”

He laughed slightly, shaking his head.

“So, how’d it happen? For real.”

“Connors. He attacked me while I was trying to find Peter. We went at it for a couple of floors, well, he went at it, I mainly just ran and got slammed around.”

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, wincing when he dabbed the rubbing alcohol over your arm.

“It’s not your fault.”

He nodded slightly, grabbing the gauze.

“It kinda is. Connors, he’s uh, from my universe. Him and Max.”

“Oh. Well, you’ve got your hands full then.”

He laughed, nodding.

“Yeah, guess so.”

He cleaned up after wrapping your arm, looking down at you.

“You said your side too, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, let’s see it then.”

You reached for the hem of your shirt, wincing, causing Peter to tilt his head to the side.

“I can- it’ll probably be easier to just take it off, right?”

You nodded, watching as Peter nodded slowly.

“Okay, well, we can just take it off, yeah?”

“Okay.”

Peter tilted his head to the side, looking down at you.

“Do you need help?”

You nodded, sighing softly.

“Yeah.”

He nodded, walking towards you, slowly reaching for the hem of your shit. He was careful as he helped you take it off, sitting it down at the end of the table.

“Wow.”

You shot him a look, huffing.

“What?”

He shook his head, meeting your eyes.

“No, nothing, just you’ve got a lot of bruises, s’all.”

“Well, that’s what happens when you get thrown around like a ragdoll.”

“Good point.”

You laughed slightly as you laid down, tapping a mindless pattern on your stomach, your right arm above your head as Peter started to clean around the cut on your side. You jerked at the sting, Peter glancing at you.

“Sorry, sorry. I know it hurts.”

You tried not to react when he started to stitch your side, but a particular harsh tug caused you to jerk, wincing.

“Sorry. I forgot you don’t have my healing.”

“Mhmm, technically I do. Much better than yours, I bet.”

“Really?”

You nodded, wincing when he pulled a little too hard, shooting him a glare, causing him to wince slightly.

“Sorry. Keep talking.”

“Yeah, you know, I haven’t been in pain like this for sometime.”

“Yeah. When I was a kid, I was kidnapped and they experimented on me. Whatever they were trying to do worked, in the end I guess. I got powers and I’m practically immune to sickness and I heal, like insanely fast.”

“That’s cool. So why don’t your powers work now?”

“Dr. assface.”

He laughed, tying off the end of the stitches.

“Who’s he?”

“The reason all of this is happening.”

“And why is he an assface?”

You clenched your jaw, looking up at the ceiling.

“He’s the reason my dad’s dead.”

Peter looked over at you, his eyes side.

“I’m sorry.”

You shrugged as Peter helped you so you were sitting, grabbing the gauze.

“I- I can’t be mad at my dad, not really.”

“How come?”

You smiled softly, shaking your head as he started to wrap the gauze around your middle.

“He saved the universe. His sacrifice ensured that everyone we brought back, lived.”

“Brought back?”

You nodded as he tapped the gauze, turning and cleaning up.

“Yeah. Big purple alien wanted to make everything ‘equal’ and snapped half of existence away. And he did, till we managed to bring everyone back. But his past self managed to come to the present and planned on snapping again, except he was going to make it so no one would remember what happened. But my dad, he stopped him before he could do that.”

“That’s what you meant earlier, when you said Peter and MJ were snapped but you weren’t.”

“Yeah.”

He nodded, grabbing your shirt, helping you put it back on.

“Thanks.”

He nodded, sitting back in the chair, reaching towards you. You jumped, grabbing his hand, causing his eyes to widen as you winced.

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

He nodded as you let his hand go, glancing down at your hand.

“You may not be at full strength, but you’re still pretty strong.”

You shot him a small grin as he moved your hair out of your face, eyeing the cut along your head.

“Let’s clean that up.”

You nodded, watching as he grabbed the rubbing alcohol, dabbing it on a cotton ball.

“So you’re dad brought everyone back-”

“No, that was a friend, Bruce. My dad ensured everyone’s safety, a chance for a future.”

Peter nodded, humming softly as he started to clean the cut.

“Right. So, what about you? Were you-”

“I grew up. Without my friends.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah.”

You watched as he grabbed some gauze, pressing it to your forehead, catching the fresh blood.

“Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.”

He smirked, nodding.

“Sure.”

“Why are you doing this? Helping me?”

His eyes fell serious as he lifted the gauze, checking the blood.

“Your Peter, he’s lost enough people important to him. He can’t lose you too.”

You tilted your head to the side, grinning.

“Who said I’m important?”

He met your eyes, nodding.

“Your friends were worried about you, before we even came here. And then the way they act around you, their eyes lit up when they saw you come around the corner. And the way you’re protective over them. I mean, you were hardly standing but you were still willing to fight me and Peter to keep them safe.”

“They’re just kids.”

“So are you.”

You shot him a look, huffing.

“I’m twenty two. I’m not a kid.”

He nodded, grinning.

“Right, because you weren’t snapped.”

“Exactly.”

He reached over, grabbing a bandaid, placing it over the cut, causing you to grin.

“Thanks.”

He nodded looking your face over.

“No problem.”

He started to put everything up, making sure everything was in order.

“Can I ask another question?”

You nodded, glancing over at him.

“What’s on your hand?”

You looked down at the gauntlet, smiling softly.

“It’s a gauntlet. My dad made it. It’s got a small concentration of my powers.”

“Really? That’s so cool”

You nodded, running your finger over the metal grooves.

“Yeah. He made it for me years ago. I’ve never had a reason to use it before.”

“But you have a reason to use it now.”

You nodded, glancing at him.

“I think I’m going to need it before this is all over.”

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Peter was looking for some pain killers for you, glancing at you over his shoulder.

“Can I ask you one more question? Last one, I swear.”

You laughed softly as you looked over at him, nodding.

“Sure.”

“Why does Peter call you Mel?”

You smiled, softly shaking your head.

“My dad. It means bee. My dad used to call me honey, before I was kidnapped. And after I was kidnapped, I was angry, resentful. My dad decided to call me bee, instead. But living in the eye of the public, my dad started to call me Mel. and it just so happens to mean both honey and bee. So those closest to me call me Mel.”

He shot you a smile, nodding as he handed you the pills.

“Well, I think it fits you perfectly.”

You smiled softly, glancing at him as you downed the pills and water.

“Thank you.”

He helped you off the table, the both of you walking back to the labs. Peter moved in front of you, reaching for the door when you stopped him.

“You can call me Mel, if you want.”

You shrugged, casting a glance at the floor, wringing your fingers together.

“Or YN, it doesn’t matter.”

Peter shot you a smile as he opened the door, stepping to the side so you could walk in.

“Mel!”

You looked up, watching as Peter walked towards you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Are you okay? You guys were gone for a while and I was starting to get worried-”

You smiled, slightly shaking your head.

“I’m okay, promise. Getting stitches just takes some time. Now, what’s the plan?”

Peter grabbed your hand, leading you to the table he was working at, walking around it once you’d sat down, motioning towards the devices.

“I’m working on the devices for Dillon and Marko, Peter’s got his, and we left Connors for Peter.”

You nodded, noticing the way he’d tensed.

“It’s okay, you know.”

He glanced at you, humming.

“To want him dead.”

“Mel-”

“After the blip- after we helped those who returned and got everything semi-normal again, I was done. I had nothing else to do. But I was so angry. Because all I could do after was relive it. The first fight, when we were in space, Strange had said something to my dad before he handed over the time stone. And then at the final battle, right before dad snapped, and Strange incapitated me, Strange had said it again.”

“Said what?”

“There was only one way. I didn’t understand it at the time and then dad snapped. If I wasn’t helping Strange, I could’ve helped my dad.”

Peter shook his head, looking over at you.

“YN, you know there was no way you could’ve helped.”

You huffed, shaking your head as you shot him a deadpanned look.

“I could’ve. We know nothing about my powers except that I’m powerful. When I realized what was happening, I tried to get to him. But Strange, he held me back. Did the same thing he did then, today.”

He made a face, tilting his head to the side.

“But you had-”

You nodded, sighing. Strange may have blocked your powers, but he couldn’t keep your love for your father under control. Your powers came back full force after your dad took his last breath, a force of energy leaving you as you stayed curled next to him, the force knocking everyone surrounding you back.

“When he finally let me go, and he opened the portal so I could get to dad, and I saw him, my emotions basically went haywire. But I had to keep it together. But then when he- when he died, my emotions overpowered whatever block Strange had done. I was so upset. But I had to suck it up because Pepper and Morgan needed me, and the Avengers needed someone to look to. So I went to the Sanctum Sanctorum.”

“Where Dr. Strange lives?”

You nodded, looking down at the desk, tracing a scratch on the desk with your finger.

“I destroyed the Sanctum. I stood in the middle of it, standing over Strange. I was going to kill him. I almost did.”

“But you didn’t.”

You shook your head, sighing softly.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Why?”

“Wong. He portaled right into the middle of it.”

“And he stopped you?”

You chuckled, shaking your head.

“No. He actually told me to do it.”

“What?!”

Everyone jumped, shooting looks at you and Peter, causing him to wince.

“Sorry, sorry.”

Peter looked back at you, shaking his head.

“He said what?”

You grinned, nodding.

“He told me to do it. Even offered to get rid of the body for me. He said he knew some places that nobody visited or were unable to have visitors. I thought it was a trick and that when I went to kill Strange he’d stop me.”

“Was it? A trick?”

“No. He didn’t make any attempt to stop me.”

“So then why is Strange still alive?”

You smiled softly, shaking your head.

“My dad. I heard his voice. He told me he was proud of me and he loved me. I don’t know if it was him or if Wong had interfered. But I let Strange go. I left him there and rebuilt the Sanctum as I left. I hadn’t been back there since I went there to find you.”

Peter nodded, muttering a small ‘sorry’ as he glanced at you.

“Do you regret it? Letting him live.”

You grinned, tilting your head to the side.

“Right this second I do.”

Peter chuckled, shaking his head.

“YN.”

You took a deep breath, nodding.

“Sometimes. When I think about what I lost, Morgan and Pepper. I get angry. I think about what could happen if I did kill him.”

“And?”

“My feelings never change. My dad is still gone. And he’ll still be gone if I kill Strange. Killing Strange won’t bring him back. Taking his life would change nothing.”

“I still want him dead.”

You smiled, nodding as you looked up at him.

“And that’s okay. I still want Strange dead more often than not.”

You reached out, placing your hand over Peter’s causing him to stop what he was working on, looking over at you.

“If you want him dead, I’ll help you.”

He smiled softly, nodding.

“I know you will.”

“Hey.”

You looked up, smiling at MJ as you stood.

“I’m just gonna go.”

Peter laughed, shaking his head as MJ sat next to him.

“Smooth.”

You grinned, nodding as you walked away.

“I know.”

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Peter looked over at the younger Peter and you, furrowing his brow when he saw the look on your face when MJ walked towards you both, you standing and walking away.

“You have someone?”

Peter jumped slightly, looking over at the older Peter, shaking his head.

“No. I got no time for Peter Parker stuff, you know?”

He looked down at the cure he was working on, glancing at the older Peter.

“Do you?”

“It’s a little complicated. I understand.”

“I guess it’s just not in the cards for guys like us.”

“Well, I wouldn’t give up. Took a while, but we made it work.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Me and MJ.”

The older Peter glanced at the younger Peter and MJ, slightly making a face.

“My MJ.”

“Hey.”

They both jumped, causing you to grin as they looked over at you, laughing softly.

“Need any help?”

They shared a look, shrugging.

“Do you know-”

“My dad was one of the smartest people in the world. I helped him all the time. I even have my own lab.”

“Really? That’s so cool.”

“Don’t listen to her.”

You gasped, turning towards Peter, your eyes wide.

“Peter!”

“She has more than one lab and she’s considered to be the smartest person in the world.”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Flattery’ll get you everywhere Pete.”

He laughed, shooting you a grin as you turned back towards the two Peter’s.

“Well?”

“If you’re offering, we’ll take it.”

You nodded, grinning.

“Good.”

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ajvocals43 · 2 years

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By Day & Night, Part 1

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, trauma, and general angst (Idk all the things, I’m sorry), slight swearing

A/N: I’m lazy okay? The summary is on the masterlist cause I don’t want to have to keep finding it to post it over and over.

The cold air was biting at my fingers, face and toes, even underneath the seemingly 500 layers I had on; but I guess it was fitting. The weather matched the bitterness that seemed to be eating at my soul after losing the one person I still had in this world. You never realize how much you miss someone until they're gone. Even if he was working all the time, trying to make a name for himself and his genius, he was still there when it counted. He might have been buried in the computer all the time but he still made time for me when it counted. So maybe he didn't go to every school event or recital, but he was there when I needed him to be. So he didn't make it to all the school events, but he was there to help me with my homework (not that I needed it without familial genius), or, when I lost one of the two other people who actually meant something to me. No, he wasn't like other parents, but I wouldn't have asked for it to be any other way. We had our own bond that was special to us and that's all that matters. Mattered. So maybe Tony Stark wasn't the perfect father, but he was mine.

It seemed impossible that he wasn't here with me anymore. I couldn't believe it. Even staring down at the piece of stone with his name carved into it, it didn't feel real. There was no way that this is what was left of the most important person in my life. This…piece of stone amidst 500 others that look almost exactly the same. This couldn't be him.

I felt the tears prick at my eyes again. I had tried not to cry anymore, it had been over a month since the police showed up at my door, saying there had been an accident at the lab he was working at. Over a month since my whole world stopped. They say that there are 7 stages of grief but it doesn't feel like that to the people experiencing it. It's difficult to describe how it feels and really, I've blocked out a lot of what happened after that one moment. I remember feeling numb. And I remember crying. What else could I do? I never knew my mother and I didn't have any siblings. My dad was everything to me. Always had been.

And now the tears were freefalling again. In the time since my dad died, I don't remember doing much else. Crying and sleeping. The rest was just a blur. A blur of questions. Questions about school and living arrangements. Funeral arrangements. I didn't know how much more I could take.

I'm not sure how long I spent standing there. Crying. Time blurred because it all circled back to that disbelief. Though it seemed I wasn't alone in my misery. There was someone else who had joined me. Well, not really. He was a few feet away and across the row from me, staring at a lost one of his own. He appeared as miserable as I'm sure I did. I’m not sure when he showed up but I didn't think much of it. At least, not until it happened 3 more times.

Sometimes he was there before me, sometimes after. But no matter what, without fail, he was always there, right across the row, not 20 feet away. He was tall, with dark, tousled hair, and a frame that I couldn't describe very well under the thick, black overcoat that he was wearing. And he kept coming back. We never said anything to each other. I don't even know who he was coming to see. All I know is that he was there. Every time. No matter that the weather got colder, and the snow piled up until you almost couldn't see the headstones. He was always there.

On this particularly icy and miserable day, I had planned ahead enough to bring hot cocoa. But before I left this morning, I decided to grab an extra cup. Maybe this time, my visit, or maybe even his, didn't have to be so miserable. When I went this time, no one was there at first. So I went over and stood in front of the headstone as usual. It seemed I was there forever, not that I had anywhere else to be. I hadn't gone to school fall term because it was too much to try and juggle that and all the stuff with my dad; and today was my day off from work. I had all the time in the world to sit here in my despair, wishing he was still here. Though I was there so long, I almost thought the stranger wouldn't show up again when out of the corner of my eye, I saw him approach his usual spot.

Though now I realized, this probably wasn't the best idea.

There was a good chance that he probably wanted to visit whoever he was visiting in peace.

Though for some reason, that didn't stop me from calling out to him, “Cocoa?”

It must have taken a moment for him to realize that I was talking to him because he looked around for a minute before looking at me in surprise, with an expression that said, “me?”

I nodded and called again, “You're always out here and it's pretty nasty out today. I made it earlier this afternoon but it's still hot if you want some.”

He paused for a minute, seemingly in some kind of mini-argument with himself before nodding slightly and walking in my direction. I quickly fished out the second cup and began to fill it with the steaming liquid. He moved quickly because by the time I had the cap screwed back on my thermas he was almost to me.

I held out the cup for him and he accepted it with a quiet “Thanks”. Then he paused, and stared down at it for a second. He was a lot cuter up close. From here I could see his strong jaw and dark eyes. Even with the red rings around them, there was no denying how attractive he was.

Tears started forming in his eyes and I quickly rushed to say, “I’m sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, it was just cold and-”

“No, it's okay.” He interrupted softly. A small smile made its way onto his face as a single tear fell. “I just… I haven't had this in a long time. Not since…” he trailed off.

“Something to do with the person you're visiting here?” I asked.

“Yeah. She loved this stuff.” I could hear the fondness in his voice. And the pain.

“Who was she?” he looked up at me, somewhat surprised I'd asked and I hurried to continue, “I’m so sorry. That was really personal and you probably don't want to talk about it.”

He was silent for a moment before answering, “She was my girlfriend.”

“I'm sorry.” I could tell that this was hard for him. “You must miss her.” Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

“Yeah.” he sniffled before he looked up and made eye contact with me. “What about you? Who are you visiting? If you don't mind my asking.”

“My father.” I said a little more shakily than I would've liked.

“I'm sorry.” What else was there to say really? Neither of us really knew each other and currently, all we had in common was that we lost people we loved.

We fell into a strangely comfortable silence after that. Standing there, staring out at the foggy outline of the city and drinking out hot cocoa. It was starting to get later and with that, colder. The wind picked up and even the hot drinks couldn't keep me warm anymore. Though I didn't seem to be alone in that. I was shivering, apparently too loudly because he looked down at me and seemed to take notice.

“We should probably head back.” He said.

“What?” I asked, surprised.

He seemed to notice and quickly continued, “It’s freezing out here and if we stay out any longer, we’re going to start losing body parts. So let's be done for the day. Go home and come back tomorrow.”

“That's probably a good idea.” I bent down to grab my bag that had at one point held my lunch in it. Once I had it, we started trudging our way through the snow, out of the park. It was silent again, save for the whistling of the wind and the sound of our boots clumping in the snow. When we got to the front gate, we paused. I realized we didn't even know each other’s names.

“I’m Y/n, by the way.” I held my hand out.

He shook it and said, “Peter.”

“Well… I guess I'll see you around, Peter.”

“I guess so, Y/n.”

And with that, we went our separate directions. Huh, that was…not terrible. To be honest, it was probably one of the most positive interactions I’d had since my dad…. Nope. Still can't say it.

But, Peter was nice. And that meant that today, for the first time in a long time, wasn't absolutely horrible.

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