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shawnxstyles · 1 year

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prom with nerd peter!!! reader asks him to prom and he’s literally shitting himself while doing it😭 every one in school is confused as to how tf this nerd dude bagged that finest gyal in school lmao

prom alert!

song: dream a little dream of me (cover)- the mamas & the papas

warnings: major fluff!! mentions of anxiety and nerves. but overall, a sappy prom experience that will make you feel so single.

note: in honor of prom season approaching… this is a nerd!peter blurb, the same peter and y/n from my (ongoing) nerd alert! series.

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“oh my god. oh my god. oh god!” peter hyperventilates while looking at himself in the mirror. he’s sporting a perfectly fitting black tux with a bow tie. his pouch in the front was empty, awaiting for a flower. he couldn’t look at himself for more than a few seconds without freaking out. “i can’t do this.”

“peter,” aunt may called, stopping him from walking out of the room by clutching onto his shoulders. “what’s going on? you’ve been so excited since she asked you.”

that’s right. you asked peter to prom. ever since you guys started dating, peter has been in too much disbelief to even be present sometimes. how did someone so incredibly smart, gorgeous, and overall way out-of-his-league like him? every time he saw you his heart went haywire and nearly brought him into cardiac arrest. you were perfect in his eyes, and probably everyone else’s too. peter wanted—no needed—everything to be perfect.

“i can’t go.”

“that’s silly talk, peter. you’ve liked her for years and now you’re going to prom with her. what’s really going on?”

“i…” so many things were going on in his head. “what if she realizes i’m not good enough? what if i make a fool out of her? what if people laugh at us? what if—”

“stop, stop, stop,” may interrupts, staring at peter through the full length mirror. she dusts of his shoulders. “you’re going to kill yourself what all of these what if’s. there is only one thing you need to think about. how do you feel about her?”

peter scrunches his eyebrows, but doesn’t hesitate.

“i love being around her. she always makes me feel special. oh, and i can listen to her for hours, she has such a soothing voice. i really like her. like really really. i lo…” his wandering eyes landed on may’s soft smile.

“look at you. all grown up.”

it is then when he realizes what she was doing. she was making peter talk about you because he knows that you make him feel comfortable. she doesn’t want him to worry about the outside opinions. “thanks, may.”

“of course, peter. now, what are you waiting for! go, get!” may hurriedly rushed peter out of the room. as they pass the dining table, she snatches the red corsage in the clear container. “wait!”

before peter reaches the front door, he turns to look at may worryingly.

“what?”

“you forgot this,” she stuffs the corsage into his trembling hands.

“right. thank you. uh, i guess have to go now. love you,” he leans over to hug her.

“oh, you know i love you more. now go!”

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peter has fought many dangerous people in the past. people that could kill him at any moment. however, he thinks he might die while he stands trembling on your doorstep.

the sun behind him is beginning to set while his heart bangs against his rib cage aggressively. after ringing the doorbell and waiting god knows how long (it felt like hours), your mom opens the door with a welcoming smile on her face.

“don’t you look handsome? y/n! come down!” she shouts up the stairs. she widens the door and beckons peter inside. with a shaky smile, peter shuffles inside and waits terrified on the bottom of the stairs.

your mom makes light conversation, and you two have already met, so it should’ve been easy. but peter’s nerves made everything ten times harder than it needed to be. peter could barely process any of her words and compliments, especially when he heard the click of your heels.

on instinct, peter’s neck cranes toward your figure as you stroll elegantly down the staircase. instead of racing, his heart stops completely. he feels the world around him freeze as his eyes lock onto your body. colored maroon, a long, silk dress adorns you along with black laced heels wrapped around your legs. your hair was curled romantically with the front pieces being pinned back precisely. he’s so caught up in how show-stopping you are he doesn’t catch the soft words that come out of your mouth once you’re in front of him.

“you look…wow. you look…there isn’t a word to describe how you look,” he rambled, eyes still in a daze. he strongly believed your name should be in a dictionary and be considered as a synonym for ethereal.

“how about amazing?”

“you’re way more than amazing. inside and out,” a warm wave of heat flushed over your skin causing your lips to lift into a smile.

“well, you don’t look too bad yourself, bug,” your hands press against his chest while he blushes profusely at your compliment. his wandering eyes finally find your face, glowing brighter than the sun and stars.

oh god. would it be bad if he cried? would it be bad if he kissed you and never let you go?

“let me get a picture of you two! i’ll make sure to send them to may!” your mom scurries into the kitchen for a moment to grab her camera.

“oh and um, here,” peter opens the dark red corsage that matches your dress. he places the plastic container on a stair before delicately wrapping the flower bundle around your wrist.

you pull another matching flower from behind you and tuck it into his empty pocket in the front. peter suggested doing it this way so you both had something to give each other. you thought it was the sweetest thing in the world. you thought he was the sweetest thing in the world, and you don’t know how you got so lucky to find someone like him.

when your mom comes back, you and peter pose cutely for a few pictures. you even do a few silly ones that you found online, like posing with finger guns while being back to back. when you’re done, peter and you finally leave for the dance, which is about a half an hour away.

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“ready, bug?” you asked, squeezing peter hand’s reassuringly. he takes a few deep breaths, beyond nervous to walk through those fancy glass doors. anxiety is laced through his veins, pumping in his blood. you’ve already signed in, neon bracelets on your wrists. now, all you two had to do was walk into the room filled with your entire high school class.

it was a big deal for you both because no one really knew you two were together.

it was definitely one of the fancier events you’ve been to, but you weren’t nervous. if anything, you were comfortable because peter was by your side. however, it was very obvious that peter was on the brink of a panic attack. small spots of sweat could be seen on his forehead and nose while his teeth gnawed on his lip repeatedly.

“yeah. yeah, i can do this,” peter answers as if he’s trying to convince himself while his eyes focus heavily on the other side of the door.

“look at me,” your hands cup his cheeks and direct his face to look at yours. his eyes gaze into yours, muscles instantly relaxing into your touch. you were his kryptonite. “don’t think about anyone else. this isn’t about them. this about us. this is for us, not them.”

peter nods understandingly and takes another deep breath. holding your hand with newfound confidence, he pulls open the door and you both waltz inside.

the scenery was gorgeous. it was a huge ballroom with white ribbons hanging everywhere. lights flickered as upbeat music echoed throughout the room. as if you were in a movie, everyone’s heads turn towards the newest people to arrive: you.

peter’s grip on your hand tightens as everyone gossips. their expressions are priceless to you, jaws falling to the floor as they see you next to peter’s side. couples turn to each other as they bad-mouth your pairing.

“y/n came with peter?”

“someone has got to be paying her.”

“poor y/n.”

“god, she’s so hot. why peter?”

“if this is real, anything is possible.”

it’s hard for peter to ignore what everyone is saying when his senses are immediately heightened. every little whisper is shot straight into his eardrum, but he tries not to let them affect him.

“let’s go get a drink,” you shout to peter and tug him towards the food area. peter can barely shake off the staring eyes that burn into your backs. he shudders out a breath, hating that there was so much attention on you.

to distract himself, peter gets you both drinks. smiling, you take a sip and try to relax for a moment.

“that wasn’t as bad as i thought.”

“‘cause you didn’t hear what they said.”

“and you did?”

“yes,” peter points to his ear and you nod in understanding. of course, peter’s superhuman abilities still worked even at a regular high school event.

“well, just forget them. remember, it’s about us,” you smile and peter practically melts into a puddle on the ground.

“did you bring it?” you ask.

“bring what?”

you waddle closer to peter and set your drink down on the table. you lean towards his ear on your tiptoes.

“the suit,” you whisper, very, very secretly. peter chuckles, blushing at your proximity.

“of course. i know how much you like it,” discreetly, peter adjusts his collar and shows you a small peek of the red suit on his neckline. you gasp with a smile and quickly go to fix it for him.

“you’re so cute. i…” you stop yourself. you didn’t know if you were ready to say those three powerful words yet. so you peck a gentle kiss on peter’s cheek, hoping he didn’t notice. before you say anything else, you hear a song that you know all too well. gasping again, you force peter to put his drink down as you drag him onto the dance floor. “i love this song!”

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when the song comes to an end, a slower, more romantic song begins. naturally, you find yourself slotted in front of peter, his hand resting on your waist politely while your arms wrap around his neck. your bodies sway leisurely to the sweet melody that pours throughout the speakers.

“stars shining bright above you,” the soft voice floats majestically in the air. peter gazes at your beauty in disbelief as the music continues to enhance the moment. you both stare into each other’s sparkling eyes as you mouth the lyrics with enchanting smiles upon your lips.

“night breezes seem to whisper “i love you”,” in that moment, your bodies stop moving as your eyes burn into one another’s. saying i love you was something you two hadn’t done yet, and even though it wasn’t direct or literal, it felt real. it felt right. it felt like that was a sign, your sign, that the time was finally right.

your hands drift into the hair on his nape, caressing him softly. peter’s breath is staggered, an overwhelming amount of emotions cascading through him.

“i love you, peter,” you lean into him, meeting his lips before he could say it back. if he said it back.

his rough hands press gently into your lower back as he deepens the kiss. peter could smell your rosy perfume better than ever when you guys kissed, so now every time he thought of kissing, he thought of roses and you. your noses brushed and your lips locked together as if you were the perfect combination. and to you both, you were.

“still craving your kiss,” the music hummed sweetly.

when you finally pull away, peter doesn’t let you go more than an inch from his face.

“i love you so much, y/n. thank you,” he tucks a strand of curled hair behind your ear. his heart thumps rapidly in his chest, but he doesn’t care. his complete and utter attention is on the graceful human being bundled in his arms.

“thank you? for what?” your grin is dopey.

“for giving me a chance.”

with a never ending smile, you crash your lips to peter’s once again, pushing him as close to you as possible. you never want to leave from his touch, needing to be consumed by his presence for eternity. as your hands caress his heated cheeks, the song nears its end.

“but in your dreams, whatever they be,”

“dream a little dream of me.”

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this is so cute OMG. but can we talk about HOW Y/N DEFINITELY CALLS HIM BUG??? also, i’m in love with how they said i love you 😭😭

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rowniebow · 1 year

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and they were roommates | peter parker x male!reader | 5/7

summary: friends. just friends. only friends. best friends.

pairings: tasm!peter parker x male!reader

cw: mentions of 18+ content, but nothing detailed is described. cursing, uh oh! [internalized] homophobia? alcohol mention

word count: 3k+

an: hi i decided on being an annoying author and not taking chances to expand on important character and plot points in this chapter, and instead went with focusing on character development. stay safe in this weather, and happy holidays

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peter parker had a friend.

after years of keeping coworkers at arms length and avoiding their personal questions.

after years of acting oblivious to pretty girls on the street (who he really didn't feel anything towards anyways).

after years of only talking to may about anything, which she was getting tired of, too ("peter, go to a bar or something! i want grand-babies, too, you know?" to which he would just lie and say he had plenty of friends).

peter parker finally had a friend. he opened up. he let someone in.

and he was glad.

he certainly wasn't at first. after going to sleep the morning you and him had talked, peter slept to the sound of a nightmare. a nightmare of you falling and coming to a similar fate of her.

when he woke, he sat in his room for hours, pretending to be asleep to you. he debated and went over in his head many different ways to play this whole thing off. i mean, that would be best for you, right?

he came to the conclusion that he should move out. he prepared a whole speech for you about how he didn't want to live here anymore, and especially not with you.

so leaving his room at two in the afternoon with tears in his eyes, he kept his brown soaking pools trained on the ground. he was about to ruin a good thing, but it was best for you (is what he struggled to keep telling himself).

peter's door slowly creaked open and he stepped his way out into the living room, head hanging low with disappointment. disappointment of the situation, or himself, or his decision? a little bit of all of it.

"hey, y/n," he began, rubbing his neck with disdain. "can i talk to you about something?"

his voice rang out and bounced against the walls. the sounds of his syllables came bouncing back and hit him in the head with full force.

regret washed over him the second the words came back to him. and finally, the pain of losing something good being too much to bare, he looked up. his chest felt as if it were going to swell bigger and bigger until it burst and the pressure was unimaginable pain.

his eyes scanned the clean, nearly spotless, apartment. the couch sat empty, and so did the island seats.

and the building pressure in his chest fell to his stomach instead

you weren't even here.

frustration suddenly rose in him. how did you have the nerve to leave? how did you have the nerve to leave while he was pretending to be asleep in his room so you probably didn't want to wake him up and it's not like you were aware he had a big thing he wanted to tell you - but you should have been!

peter fell in to the couch, the dizzy feeling of relief filling his head.

honestly? thank god.

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peter was very glad he had a friend, but he very much was not at first.

while you were out doing whatever it was you were doing, peter sat on the couch, rocking back and forth, anxious for the conversation he had planned in his head.

so when the door burst open, and you tumbled in with your hands full of groceries - far too many for you to carry on your own, the bag handles reaching up past your elbows on your arms so that you could get them all by yourself - peter jumped to his feet and the anxiety smacking his head around faded away.

"shit-!" you silently cursed. you quietly shushed the door as it banged against wall.

when you finally looked up and saw peter standing in the living room, watching you, you dropped all the bags, uncaring at the noise you were making.

"hi! good morning. i thought you'd still be asleep."

"did you go shopping?"

"did i-? yeah, i got food and stuff."

"and stuff?"

"yeah!"

"is 'stuff' cookies and chocolate?"

"yes, and i got enough to share for once,"

"oh, good."

peter rushed over to help as you began to haphazardly throw the things you bought into the fridge and cabinets without rule. normally, peter would have commented on it, nitpicking at your lack of care regarding where things went in the kitchen (even though he didn't really care, either, it was just an excuse to talk to you). today, though, he hardly noticed it, and reflected your behaviors as you talked.

"why were you up so early?"

"i couldn't sleep,"

"how come?"

"i've been having sleeping issues the last couple nights, i don't know why."

"you don't know why?"

"i guess it's hot."

"you're hot at night?"

"yeah, but it's okay. it's winter anyway, and i know you like it warm."

"no, no, we can turn it down."

"i can really just open a window-,"

"no, then you'll get a cold. we can turn it down."

"are you sure?"

peter shrugged and sent a tired smile towards you. "the heating bill will be cheaper, anyway."

"okay," you smiled over your shoulder back at him, but quickly looked back to continue emptying the grocery bag you were working through. "thank you."

peter forgot all about his idea of moving out.

peter forgot all about his attempted effort to remove you from his life.

instead, peter hoped you'd stay in his life for a very, very long time.

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peter parker had a friend.

suddenly, he had someone he could come home to and talk about his life with. the entirety of it. not just the normal parts of it with may. and not just the normal parts of it with you.

he could suddenly talk about everything.

and he did. he told you about every little detail of his life, both as spider-man and peter parker.

he went through the motions of his high-profile evil scientist and ex-best friend trope and the death of her, and you listened even though you knew a lot about it from the news when it happened all those years ago.

what you mostly listened to was how peter described himself and his thought process throughout all of his endeavors, tragic and all. you found yourself becoming absolutely obsessed with his brain and the way he thought about the world.

how he still worked hard every day to try and find goodness in the world despite all the bad he dealt with all day.

and as you told peter your own tragic backstory, he thought the same about you. how, even despite all the cruelness you've experienced from people, people who were supposed to be loving towards you like your own mother, you still went in to every interaction assuming the best intentions.

"how am i going to be happy if i convince myself that everyone i talk to is just going to be cruel, or that every experience will leave me upset? i think that leaves a lot of life out of reach. i'll miss out on all the good if i'm trying to miss the bad."

peter went to bed thinking about that. with her on his mind, and now with you loudly occupying his mind (compared to the way you quietly did, before) he considered your words greatly.

he had to three major revolutions while he tossed and turned that night, listening to you nod your head to the music in your headphones while you struggled to sleep yourself in the other room.

one. no, he really shouldn't make decisions for you.

he really should not just decide to distance himself because he's spider-man and he doesn't think it's safe. he's seen first hand how frustrated that can make people.

two. it really would be best for you to not know him like this.

yes, it's really, really nice to have someone to talk to about his nightly endeavors. yes, he's happy it is you and no one else. yes, it's thanks to his stupid carelessness about hiding it on one night that you two became so close over the last three months (inseparable to an unhealthy degree).

but, are you going to get hurt in the end? no. he wouldn't let that happen again.

and three. how much life is going to be out of reach to him if he only worries about avoiding the bad?

more specifically, how much of life with you was he going to miss out on? he already let eight months go by. eight months of pettiness and disdain. all because he did like you from the very start and he was frustrated that he knew he wasn't going to be able to enjoy you and being close with you fully because he was so obsessed with hiding a huge part of himself.

he lost, what could have been, eight months of pure bliss with you because of his efforts to 'miss the bad'. he truly didn't want to lose any more of the joys he was experiencing with you now.

and he most certainly would not let you come to the same fate as her.

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over the five months that you and peter had become friends, many new habits were built.

you didn't hide your waiting up for him anymore. peter made sure never to tell you that he knew you did before, though.

instead, you spent your time waiting for him on the couch in the living room, watching a movie. or in your favorite chair, reading a book.

"hey, how was it tonight?"

"you know, you would think in the city that never sleeps there'd be more crime than this on monday nights, but there hardly ever is."

often, if he came in just quiet enough not to wake you and you were asleep on the couch, the man would plop down near your feet and get comfortable on his own.

you would wake the next morning and see him slumped over on the other end with one of the throw blankets bunched up over himself. you, the early riser of the duo, would take the blanket you were using and cover him up, then run out to buy coffee for the two of you so that he'd have something warm when he woke.

you also picked up skills that a nurse would have to know. or an emt. or a fire fighter. or all the above.

"god, pete, you can't be taunting people with guns." you said as you removed a bullet from his shoulder. his healing abilities that you still didn't really understand (but you didn't want to ask for a fifth time so you kept your ignorance hidden) already pushing the bullet out on their own.

"and you shouldn't be taunting the man with spider powers but you still do it every damn day!"

"as long as you don't run at me-,"

peter moved close to you suddenly, "boo!"

you fell back with a yell as he chuckled at your protests.

peter officially wouldn't let you do the laundry at night anymore. not alone at least.

"do you really need to be in the suit for this?"

"what if someone tries to rob you again?"

"i think you and i can scare him off without the web guy just fine."

"hey, the suit adds an intimidation factor, okay?"

however, your favorite habit was when one of you two came home from anything (work, spider-man-ing, outings with coworkers), the other would peak their head around the corner, say hi, and you two would just talk.

you decided that nothing was better than talking to peter parker. your newly best friend.

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"do you remember jared?"

"leto?"

"who? no, jared from my work."

"is he the guy that donated a lot to the music program?"

"yeah!"

"yeah, okay. what did he teach again?"

"science,"

"right, right,"

"yeah, he asked me out tomorrow night."

"o-on a date?"

"yeah, i think i'm going to go."

peter felt his eyebrows furrow together. "you don't even like science."

"that doesn't mean he isn't nice, right? science lovers can be nice."

"high school science teachers are not nice."

"you love science, you're nice."

peter stuttered at your comment, "he probably only donated to get your attention."

you paused, debating peter's words. "is that so bad?"

"uh, yeah?"

"i think he likes music, and he cares about students."

"no, this-this isn't a good idea, y/n."

"why not? it's just one date, pete."

"where's he taking you?"

"i think just a bar,"

"no! that's so unsafe,"

"how-? peter, why are you being like this, i can take care of myself!"

"you shouldn't go to a bar on a date alone!"

"what the fuck else am i supposed to do, bring a friend?"

peter only looked at you in silence, proving his expectation.

"jesus christ, parker, i am not bringing a friend with me."

"i don't get why you want to go out on a date with jared!' peter spat his name with venom in every letter

"you don't even know jared, don't say his name like you do!"

"it doesn't matter if i know him or not, he likes science and you hate science."

"you literally went to midtown science high-,"

"that- stop bringing me into this!"

"peter, come on, it's just one date. i'm practically just doing it to be nice."

"do you think he's cute?"

"what?"

"you heard me! do you think he is cute?"

"he-he's attractive,"

"jesus christ."

"why does that upset you? you should be happy and supportive of me finding someone i'm interested in!"

"i will be happy and supportive when you find someone who's worth your time."

"oh my god, you're impossible. i'm going out with him."

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when you got home after your date the next night, you didn't want to talk to peter. you knew it was inevitable, especially since you two had given each other the silent treatment in suspense of this very moment.

so when you saw his little head of hair peak around the corner, you felt the tears that you had been fighting the entire walk home punch at your waterline.

"how was jared?" peter spat the name again, a glare on his face and his arms crossed. if you were in a better mood you might have commented on how he was wearing a hoodie of yours and that he had to pay for the next laundry because of that.

instead, you turned your head away from peter, not wanting him to see your pained expression. he heard the little sniff and watched your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip, though.

his expression immediately fell. he'd never once seen you cry before.

"what, what, what? what happened?" peter rushed to your side, threw a hand around your back to lead you to the couch. you continued to cover your face with your hand, bite your lip, and keep your face away from peter best you could.

"does spider-man need to go find him?" peter asked after sitting you down on the couch. the sobs that were pushing against your throat escaped in a laugh instead at peter's question.

"no, of course not," you shook your head at his silliness. despite peter having been very serious about the question, the sight of your pained smile still managed to pull one from deep inside of him.

"what happened, hon?"

"he- it's really not that big of a deal. you were right, you should take the win."

"no, it's not a win if your upset. talk to me, what happened?" peter sat crouched before you. an extremely small but extremely comforting smile played at his lips, and the kindness in his eyes practically pulled the information from out of you.

"he just-he just wanted to hook up. i told him i don't do hook-ups and he got really upset and-and started calling me names, and threw his drink at me. everyone was looking, i'm just- so embarrassed! he has a wife, too! how did i not know about his wife, peter?"

your cheeks and ears burned from embarrassment. you didn't know how you managed get caught up in such a situation. peter finally noticed after your story how badly you reeked of alcohol and how your soaked shirt was the culprit.

"you were right! i'm-i'm sorry i argued with you, you were right."

peter only looked at you with worried eyes. he examined your lack of eye contact and the way you curled into yourself under his gaze. the grimace that covered your features and the tears that poked at your eyes. he didn't want to take the 'i told you so' moment this time.

after a moment, he grabbed your hands, standing up. "come on," his soft words tugged you up, leading you to the bathroom. he turned on the shower and pulled at the ends of your shirt. you obliged and removed your shirt, but the embarrassment never left your face.

he took it from you, balling it up in his hands. he watched your arms rub themselves in an attempt to hide yourself from his sorry eyes.

he's also never seen you with your shirt off before, he's realizing.

"i'm sorry i argued with you, too. i- um, i-i don't know why i got so upset," (he very well does know why) "i'll make some hot chocolate, okay? you'll feel better after a shower."

neither of you wanted to look at the other: you from embarrassment, him from nerves.

he turned away, planning to lay out some clothes on your bed for you while you were showering.

"thank you, peter,"

peter lingered at the doorway, not completely sure how to respond.

"spider-man will be seeing him, i hope you know that."

and peter left the room and closed the door to the sound of your breathy laughs and protests. a small smile graced his lips at the sound of your small joys.

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peter was well aware of why he was so upset.

that man could not stand the idea of you dating someone.

anyone other than him.

that night, peter went to bed with a new found fear.

the fear of messing everything up with his new best friend of five months, and roommate of over a year.

the fear of messing everything up with his stupid fucking feelings.

the fear of losing you, not just as spider-man, but as peter parker, too.

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anuncalledbridge · 11 months

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Summary: you didn't expect you'd be pulled into a verse where there is no Avenger, no Peter, and no Ned.

Pairing: Miles Morales x (half filo) Stark!reader

Warning: cursing in Tagalog, xreader, black hole

Author's note: I love the idea of the reader being Filipino sooo, I just felt like making her a Stark because Tony bangs everyone he wants and also this is gonna be a series.

Part two

You and Ned walked together while Peter walk ahead the both of you. Peter was rambling something about the star wars lore and sometimes inserted MJ throughout his rambling. You didn't listen, you were looking above the clouds, however, Ned listened intensely.

Peter abruptly stopped, making you and Ned bummed into his back "What the hell dude-" your eyes landed on MJ in front of Peter, which made you smirk as you avert your eyes at Ned.

"You know what I'm thinking?"

Ned looked skeptical for a moment "Uhh, you're about to steal Mr. Starks credit card and then you'll buy me a whole set of lego?" You stifle a laugh "No, idiot but yes I'll think about that" Ned made a fist bump in the air followed by a loud whisper of yes.

You cleared your throat loudly, catching Mj's attention "Peter! Weren't you talking about how gorgeous, magnificent, creative, and may I add, Beautiful, M-" You were cut off when Peter jab you on the side making you curl up into a ball.

"Shut up!" He whispered in a panicked tone. "Ned help me.." you said in a dramatic strained way while Peter strangled you like there is no tomorrow.

Mj who was on her way to work, contemplated whether to just walk straight away and pretend nothing happened or to help her suffocating friend. She chose the latter.

"Peter, I would much appreciate it if you let go of the dog you're choking" Peter immediately let go of you, and you made another loud exaggerated gasp, which Ned found Funny because it sounds like Peter when he found out you were Tony Starks daughter.

"Potangina-"(son of a bitch) Peter nudge you again this time gently, you glared at him and then looked at Mj with a huge grin "Hey there, babygurl!" Mj sigh at the nickname but said nothing about it.

You put both of your hands on Peter's shoulder pushing him towards Mj until there is little to no space "Pete here, wanted to accompany you to your, humble work thing, Right Peter?" Before Peter gets to protest Mj interjected.

"Yeah sure, how bout you and Ned?"

"Oh, we're just about..to..." You looked around for an excuse "We're helping Ned's Lola! Right, Ned?"

"We are?" You nudge him on his arm making him hiss "Play along" you whispered yell "O-oh yes actually! Her back is hurting lately s-so.." without a word you grabbed Ned's arms and sprung away.

You cheekily did a fistbump together "I'm so getting you that Lego set" you laughed while Ned gushed like a teenager in love.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket so you check who it was, it was your dad calling. You groaned in annoyance, halting on your steps as Ned did the same waiting for you.

"What does he want now.." you muttered before answering "Hello Pa?" You heard your dad hum "You don't sound so happy hearing your dad, sweetpie"

You rolled your eyes "What do you want, Dad?" Tony once again hummed "No 'I love you Dad' first?"

"Dad-"

"say it."

You whined, you covered your phone, and looked at Ned "Ned go wait for me at the store-" You were cut off by your dad's piercing voice. "No, let Ned hear it"

"I'll just go.." Ned tried to interject "stay." Your dad once again said. Ned went still like a brick.

"Fine....I love you, Dad...ano? masaya kana?" (what? Are you happy now?) Ned quietly but failed, laughed at your suffering you gave him a hard glare. "Very much, dear" your dad chuckled in satisfaction.

"What is it that you want, anyways?" You impatiently asked, "Calm down, the wizard man needs help, I'm too lazy, so go and help him for me, alright dear?" He said over the phone, you grumbled "But dad, I have things to do-"

Your dad hummed seemingly not caring "Uh-huh, and I don't care. Now go, love you sweetchecks bye" he ended the call before you even got the chance to reply.

"So you need to be elsewhere?" Ned asked, as both of you continued walking "I'm so sorry Ned" you apologize sincerely. You felt guilty, Ned and you had been friends for a long time, he's the only one who understood you when you moved to New York, since him being Filipino and you being half, he could relate to a certain extent.

It's not like you couldn't speak English, you were quite decent and it improved throughout the year, and you didn't fit in so when Peter and Ned came into the picture, you felt at ease they felt like home.

"It's alright, but the next weekend, y/n. You can't miss it" he seriously said. You laughed "Of course Ned, I wouldn't miss it for the world" You bid your farewells, you took the train which was quite ironic when you can technically just swing from building to building.

"Hey, there wizard queen" Stephen sigh knowing who that annoying voice belongs to "Your dad sent you instead of him, classic." His monotone voice echoed through each corner of the room which always amused you because everywhere this man goes, there is always an echo. As you inch your way towards him he stopped you.

"What?" You looked at him weirdly "There's this thing bugging the quantum realm, I think someone interfering with it." You raised a brow "How is that possible, Mr. Ozzie?" The nicknames always tick him off every time you say it.

"The nickname you're giving doesn't even make sense" he quizzically said.

"Yes, it does" you defended your stan. He looked at you expectedly, waiting for an answer "It's the Wizard of Oz"

It was quiet for a moment.

"you know what? I'm not gonna argue with your stupid nicknames, stop it with this wizard shit. I'm a sorcerer, there's a deference" You were about to argue but he sounds agitated "Besides, we got some serious pressing matter..." He trailed off, focusing on a book that just automatically flips on its own. It always amazes you how magic could work.

"What is wrong, exactly?" You finally asked. "Someone is trying to make some sort of passage through every multiverse, and it's not just a normal passage, it's a black hole and if created it can potentially-"

"Collapse the space-time continuum.." you pieced out everything, while looking around, not meeting Stephen's eyes. You didn't know what to feel at that moment. Nothing felt right since you woke this morning, maybe that was the reason why.

"We need Dad for this" You picked up your phone from your pocket and dialed your dad's number, it was ringing when suddenly you felt the ground shaking.

"Mr. Strange, what's going on?" Your looked at him wide-eyed, while he tried to do some kind of spell to stop the shaking but it didn't.

You heard your dad's voice on the phone, making you snap out of your focused state "Can't talk right now, sweetheart. I'm currently at the.." your dad's voice became muffled as your eyes landed on a black spot that was currently forming on the ceiling and it was glitching.

Stephen tried to conceal it but to no avail, it only sucked his magic in "Y/n! Get away from here!" He shouted across the room.

"But what about you!?"

"It's not trying to get me, it's trying to get you!" He shouted but this time it was much louder, Tony heard this "Sweetheart what's going on?" He asked worriedly, he could hear the wind blowing loudly on the phone so everything was just muffled.

"dad...I think this is the last time I'm ever gonna be able to talk to you" you finally said after a few beats of silence. Stephen desperately tried to conceal the portal as best as he could to give you the time to run, but even if you could run, it will still suck you up nonetheless.

"What are you talking about?" Tony's voice grew shaky, as he started to put on his suit. "Dad, what I'm seeing right now is stranger than Dr. Strange's name" you chuckled.

Tony paid no mind to his daughter's questionable humor and started to flee from whatever meeting he was in.

"I love you, Dad." He heard Stephen scream your name and then the line ended. Tony's breathing stopped he was utterly blank, if his suit wasn't in control he would have crashed right there and then.

You felt like you'd been tossed around like a ragged doll, with all the blinding colors coming your way. Your stomach churned feeling all your food coming back to your throat.

You screamed for what felt like ages; using your weebs to shoot everywhere, trying to find a wall or anything to stick your weebs with, but found absolutely nothing.

Suddenly you hit the ground rather harshly. You groaned, looking up, the city's blinding lights disturbed your peripheral vision. You had a gut-splitting headache making you wince when you sat up immediately.

"Anak ng- where am I?" (son of a-) You looked around once you adjusted to the familiar yet unfamiliar city. This was New York but not your New York.

You started to panic and started to rephrase the previous events "o-okay, so I got sucked into a black hole- wait aren't I supposed to be dead?" You asked yourself, and then you groaned in embarrassment "I said 'I love you' to Dad, thinking I'm gonna be pulled to shred, god this is so embarrassing!"

"Manhattan! I need to go to Manhattan...maybe the Avenger's Tower is still there." Judging by the place it looked like Brooklyn, you prayed to god that the tower is still there, that your dad is waiting for you to come home.

Before you even got time to swing another portal opened at the other building making you squint your eyes. You saw a silhouette drop gracefully making you feel stupid from earlier.

You swing to that said building but as you came nearer you felt your spidey senses act up. You halted as the person in front of you looked wide-eyed in your direction.

"Who are you?" Her voice was above a whisper, you scrunch your nose.

"what? Speak up, babe"

"I said, who are you?" Her voice became louder, and she sat up from her previous awesome posture and started walking towards you "I'm Gwen Stacy" she said.

"Oh, Y/n Stark" Gwen had her mask on while you didn't "So you're spider woman? I thought I was the only one"

"Me neither" she replied with an airy sigh, looking around her with a sense of familiarity "This is not New York" She looked at you for answers but you were just as confused as she is.

"It is, but different from where you came from" it was silence for a while "What do we do?" She asked.

"We get married and just live here" you proposed as a growing smirk started to form on your lips.

"Give me a better option" she replied almost immediately. You gaped at her "anyone would be so lucky to marry me"

"Unlucky" she corrected "but you barely know me! How could you know" you argued back. "exactly."

She got you with that one. The pair of you started to swing building to building "Where are we-" you dodge a pose "going?" Gwen sighed, she seemed distant but that didn't stop you "I'm going to this academy thing, because that's what my spidey senses want" she shouted through the air so you could hear.

"Your tingly thing? I had one too!" Gwen raised a brow, not replying to the comment as she continued to swing every building.

"You know it's dangerous going around, not wearing a mask, you know that right?" Gwen did a flip through mid-air making you do the same cause you built like that.

"Who needs em? When they got me as their gorgeous sight!" the pair of you continued along your journey to find this so-called academy, although you don't know how both of you can enter but you just left that problem to Gwen.

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#miles morales #miles morales x y/n #the avengers #spiderman #fanfic #spiderman into the spiderverse #miles morales x you #peter parker #ned leeds #dr. strange #tony stark #x fem!reader

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crimsonv1 · 1 month

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Coffee with Peter Parker☕

TASM!Peter x GN! Reader fluff

TW// bruises + mentions of crime

A/N- I have some notes at the end of the story I'd appreciate if you read. Ty!

It was yet another failed study date in New York for Y/N. All they wanted was to 'complete a science review', when in reality, they just wanted an excuse to hangout with their ever-busy boyfriend, Peter Parker.

Sure, it was hard being Spider-Man,

-but it was even harder missing your boyfriend. Well, mentally, atleast. Just when Y/N was about to get up and leave, backpack in hand, an exhausted Peter came running through the door with his clothes sloppily thrown on and his glasses on the verge of falling off. "Heyy, y/n, Sorry- I'm late- it's just, there was a... a guy who just wouldn't let it up I mean-" he huffed, sitting in his chair awkwardly after causing the ruckus from people looking at him.

"oh- ah, my bad. I believe you though." You said, laughing a bit as you sat back down. You reached over to his shirt, leaning close to fix it, because his suit was still evident due to his rush. He thought he was gonna get a kiss, so he closed his eyes, just when you sat back in your chair. He awkwardly laughed it off and stared down at the cup in front of him. "No way, you got my favorite! I owe you whatever this cost-" he laughed, it's true- his favorite coffee was an Americano with 3 spoons of sugar and a lot of half n' half.

"No worries, I'm the one who invited you after all, bug boy." He blushed at that name, looking around and laughing. "So, what did you need help with?" He perked up, drinking the coffee carefully. "Well- the science review, but I can see how you obviously forgot to bring your textbooks." You grinned, pulling out your own paper. "Oh...uh...I forgot them on the way out because I was-" he stuttered "Right, the way out- the way out which you must've banged yourself up on pretty hard." You giggled, looking at all the scratches and bruises on him.

"Hey, will I at least get my favorite nurse to stop by and heal me up tonight?" He grinned mischievously "Oh, I didn't know you see other nurses?" You laughed jokingly, he blinked, no response.

"So- the review," you continued, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he dazed off on the sight of you. "Are you- wearing (perfume/cologne)?" He asked, "The one I got you? It smells so good" he smiled, pulling your wrist back to his face with frail hands, inhaling and kissing where your veins were prominent.

"Alright, now focus" he hit his cheek lightly and playfully.

After about 35 minutes of studying, Peter had his leg bouncing and his head in his arms , folded down on the table as he told you the answers and how to solve the questions. When it was time to go, you patted his thigh, stopping his bouncing knee and ran your hand through his hair, which he closed his eyes at. "Hmmm," he murmured, exhaling softly. "You're getting sleepy, huh?" You smiled, taking his glasses off "As much as I hate to tell you that you have to get up- I have to get home." You laughed softly "I know, I love you." He said softly, raising his head up and looking at you. "I love you too, bye Pete." You stood up, kissing his forehead, and soft lips. "oh- i- I forgot to give you this," he looked rushed, reaching for his pockets, and pulling out a torn - up red rose. It was still precious. "Oh, thank you!" You smiled, keeping it in hand. He gave you one last hug, taking in your smell from your neck. All the customers had basically left by now, and it was your turn as well.

With that, you left with a rose and another cute memory of your spider-boyfriend.

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A/N!!!: OKAY, SO ERMM I JUST WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW I HOPED YOU LIKE THIS! Anyways, about requests. I've been getting a lot for Albert, and I'll TRY writing a new one- but idk and I'm sorry. Also I might hold off on smut- idk? Also Jonathan Crane and Teen Titans characters can be requested now tooo. Also for the other requests, I'm working on them! (Whoever said Brock Hudson, etc) And can y'all give me challenging au's to write?, like hanahaki disease or soulmate string etc? Thank you!

#fluff #x reader #tasm peter imagines #tasm peter parker #andrew garfield #spiderman #peter parker

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silently-waiting-for-you · 1 year

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Marvel

Trope: irondad angst

closing time

Avengers: Endgame — Role-reversal. (Highly recommend any readers to have seen Endgame before reading this)

Peter Parker makes a decision that just might end up being his doom.

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everything in its right place

Tony presses the phone harder to his ear. “What’s wrong with him, exactly?”

“Where do I start? He’s just not coping.” May takes a breath, and he can almost hear her ticking each thing off. “He sleeps all the time, but there’s no nightmares. He should have nightmares, shouldn’t he? After what happened to him? And on top of that, no Spider-Man. Not that I’m complaining exactly, but… have you ever known him not to want to be Spider-Man? It’s in his DNA and I don’t mean the bite.” Before he can reply she says with more emphasis, “It’s not him, Tony. I know my boy and this… this isn’t him. Something’s wrong.”

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haunt you like a ghost

After the snap Tony goes to the Parker's apartment in Queen's to retrieve anything Peter left behind linking him to Spider man before the building is sold. Even though he is gone, Tony feels the need to protect the kids identity. Angst ensues.

. . . . .

knights in shattered armor

This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a snap.

In the aftermath, Tony is trying to cope. But even if you're made of iron doesn't mean you can't still break.

. . . . .

last night i dreamt

"...𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭..."

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.

. . . . .

love in ones and zeros

"So you're uh - a little heavy handed," the boy says. "We can work on that." And then once, twice, he gently pats the mechanical arm quizzically observing him.

The gesture is... good.

"Welcome to the world, buddy," the boy says. "You can call me Tony."

(Or: a boy, a bot, and a bond through the years)

. . . . .

numb

“Welcome back,” he said as they stepped into the building. “Your rooms are the same as they were before, there’ll be a meeting in the kitchen in fifteen minutes. Anyone who’s tardy gets locked out.”

It took a second for Steve to register that Tony was joking around because of the monotone way he delivered it. There was no emotion in his voice, cynical or otherwise. He was almost robotic, uncaring, smiling at them like they’d never left, but it wasn’t the same smile. It was plastic, a mask.

Then Tony met Steve’s eyes, and Steve’s heart sunk at their emptiness.

Something was very, very wrong.

. . . . .

smash the chandelier to smithereens

I might never see you again, Tony thinks, allowing himself a fraction of a second to hold Peter like he never allowed to happen before. There’s so much he would like to tell him, so much he would love to tell Pepper, to hold her in his arms again, but he can’t - there’s no time, he has to get to Strange and the stone.

****

Tony stops Peter from going to space with him. In the end, it changes surprisingly little.

. . . . .

teach me how to say goodbye

Tony curls Peter into him protectively. “Don’t hurt him!” Tony warns, and the man laughs.

“Oh, I’m not going to do anything. You are,” he says, placing the gun down on the floor. “Well, technically you have a choice. Either you can kill your boy, or you,” he says, pointing at Peter, “can shoot Iron Man. I’ll leave it for you to decide. The survivor will be free to go, never to hear from me again.”

(In which Peter and Tony face the hardest decision they've ever had to make.)

. . . . .

the five people who missed peter parker the most

And the one who was there when he left.

Or... A journey through grief from the perspectives of those Peter Parker left behind.

. . . . .

the imaginary friend

Since the moment Morgan was born, she's had a friend that only she could see. His name was Peter.

Spoilers for Endgame. Just a forewarning.

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thursday’s with peter

Unbeknownst to most, Tony Stark spends his Thursday afternoons visiting a hospital's children's ward for charity. One Thursday, he meets an eight-year-old named Peter Parker. The boy ends up changing him and his life forever.

. . . . .

we can meet again somewhere (somewhere far away from here)

Morgan is 17 years old, and she wants one thing more than anything: to meet her dad. Lucky she has a time machine. Lucky she also has the best big brother.

#irondad and spiderson #spiderman #peter parker #tony stark #iron man #irondad

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insidetheacademy · 4 years

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Say You Love Me || ii

pairings: Peter Parker x reader (both Peter and reader are 18+!)

gif credits: tomhollandd

summary: peter and reader met once again after months of not seeing other

warnings: angst??? if you squint??? a bit of fluff if you squint too i guess???

part i part ii part iii part iv part v

*flashback*

“hey, its okay, you’ll find another one.” Peter reassures you whilst his finger runs up and down your hair as you sob beside him on his pillow. you had just broken up with your significant other, Alex. they said you were too much to handle and that you could be a manic sometimes. you begged for them to stay, promising them that you would do better but they just walked away. “i feel like everything i do isnt enough for them,” you blurted out

Peter couldnt help but say “don’t say that, y/n. you’re literally the amazing person that I had ever met. you’re so kind, caring and just so out of this world.” Peter meant every word he said that night. You looked up at him with red swollen eyes and he opened his arms to attack you with his hugs. Peter didnt care that you had snots and such, the only thing that he had in his mind were that his best friend is safe with him.

Peter cupped your face, “cheer up, y/n, let’s go and get some slushee?” Peter asked trying to cheer you up with your favourite 7 Eleven drink. He helped wiped your tears off of your face with his thumb and you just nodded at his words.

“earth to y/n,” MJ said waving her hands in front of your face, “God, are you daydreaming about Parker again?” she scoffed crossing her arms. you look at her sadly, “i just can’t believe he rejected me that coldly, you know?” you went on and on about how you werent unsatisfied with his rejection. true, it has been 6 months exact that he had rejected you and you can’t seem to get your mind off of him.

MJ had enough of you wallowing in sadness, she puts her hand on top of your hands trying to make you feel safe and calm, “look, y/n, what he did was an ass move, but he also did the right thing. atleast he doesnt leads you on,” you looked at her face not knowing what to respond as she was right. at least he was being honest. She continued “who would’ve thought a well known New York City based painter like you would still be hung up on a guy like him,” you rolled your eyes at her attempt trying to brag about your achievements.

but you couldnt help but think about that night when Alex left you and Peter was there to help you. you’ve held that memory so dearly as it was the first time you had fallen for Peter. i guess you read it wrong when he tells that you were an amazing person. i mean, only a crazy person would think that complimenting an opposite gender friend is flirting. you thought to yourself too, did he really mean those words? or was he just trying to make you feel better?

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you were walking side by side with MJ heading your way towards the nearest bookstore to buy your own copy of Meditations by Marcus Aurelius. a series of private notes by Aurelius and his ideas of Stoic Philosophy. you remember when Peter would constantly call you a nerd for being so invested in books but you didnt mind as he was the worse of them all; a geek. He wouldnt shut up about Star Wars and all those superhero stuff. You’d gladly listen to him talking about it anyway as so is he about your books.

you and MJ walked into the bookstore and split ways to find each of your own needs. you head down to the history archives isle, to find the boon of your desire. you stopped in your tracks when you heard a familiar warm laughter, “dude, that’s messed up!” he exclaimed. out of curiousity, you followed the voice to see is it really who you think it was? to your surprise it was Peter and Ned. you were a bit shocked, you tried to walked away when Ned caught you.

“is that y/n? hey y/n!” Ned shouted to which you spinned to face Ned and Peter. you gave them a fake warm smile and walked over to them. “hey guys,” you said in the most boring tone ever. “how have you been, girl? it has been so long!” Ned asked to which you replied good. Peter has been eyeing you for the whole conversation, you noticed but you didnt want to look at his beautiful brown eyes knowing that doing so will break you.

you had to end the conversation to meet MJ knowing that she would definitely be mad if you took way too long even when you knew what book to buy. “woah, look at the time!” you said lacing in sarcastic, “i gotta go. MJ’s gonna be pretty mad at me for disappearing for this long.” Ned’s face lit up with excitement as the whole gang was here! “MJ’s here? dude we have to meet her!” Ned said nudging Peter’s arm. you immediately regretting everything that you had just said knowing them, this would probably turn into the biggest reunion hangout ever.

you found MJ in the arts section reading a book about Van Gogh. she looked up when she saw a figure walking to her, “hey! are you fini-“ she stopped mid sentence as she saw the two guys behind you. she immediately gave them the hugest hugs ever. it has been a long time since the four of you hung out like this.

the conversation then moved to a café. it was only Ned and MJ talking, you and Peter didnt talk a lot. you kept looking at Peter when he’s not looking and he notices it but he doesnt want to say anything.

Peter on the other hand had to break up with Jane when he found out that Jane was having an affair with a guy from work. He was upset, he couldn’t even step out of his home for the whole six months. thats why Ned is here. he pushed Peter out of his shell.

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it was 9pm already. Goodness, time flies when you’re catching up with old friends or so you thought. you parted ways with MJ and Ned but funny enough, you forgot that your apartment was near Peter’s so you two had to walk together. but not really together, just five feet apart from each other to avoid the deathly awkward silence.

you were doing fine walking on your own when you heard a rustling behind you, you checked to look and it was only Peter. you raised your eyebrows and faced forward, “look, I wanna say that I’m sorry,” he spoke. you took out your earphones to say “for what?” pretending to be clueless but you were fully aware about what’s he saying. you just wanted some sort of confirmation that he knows he treated you a bit coldly that night.

“for rejecting you. so coldly in fact. I just dont know what the hell happened for me to reacted like that. I know that you’re probably not gonna forgive me for not feeling the same way.” he said scratching his head, but he was so wrong. why wouldnt you forgive him? feelings just don’t reciprocate and thats okay. you understood plus eventhough you wanted him so bad at that specific night, you can’t just take away someone’s once in a lifetime.

you reassured him that it was fine and that you understood him. you explained that his rejection made you even more aware of yourself and how you sort of found yourself through it all. Peter spoke up again, “so a painter, huh?” he nudges you. you let out a breath to the nose laugh and said a tiny yeah. he then follows up with a “i saw your paintings at the painting exhibitions and i must say they’re really pretty. they’re different than what you used to paint back in high school.” you stopped in your tracks and looked at him to find some sort of ‘haha i’m just joking i dont really give a shit about your paintings’.

you felt so happy that even when you stopped talking he was still keeping tabs on what you were doing. it sent a feeling to your stomach that you hadnt felt in the span of six months. you smiled at him and said “well, i’m honoured that you think so, Parker.”

“here’s me,” you said to Peter arriving at your apartment complex. not too shabby. the awkward silence came back once again between the two of you, not knowing how to end it. “so uh-“ the two of you spoke in unison, you stopped and laughed. “I would love to go out with you again. I’ve missed you so much.” Peter said, your lips curved into a smile “Wednesday, 12:30pm, don’t be late.” you said to him as you walked up the stairs to the inside of your apartment.

He didnt have the time to process it properly but he knew he just got a date. He felt so giddy at the fact that he got his best friend back but he doesnt know that you still want more.

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a/n; part two!! thank you so much for the positive feedback! i’m honestly considering on making this into a little mini series! let me know if you are interested <3!

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluffs #tom holland fluffs #peter parker angst #tom holland angst #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #uh oh reader wants to bang peter

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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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Bacon, Egg, & Cheese

A/N: Feedback. Reblogs appreciated, thanks!

Pairings/Characters: Frank Castle x Reader/Stark!Reader; Peter Parker, Tony Stark

Warnings: Swearing, talk about murder

Summary: Time to get to London without Tony’s meddling ASAP.

Sequel to: Helado de Coco

WC: 1,970

You needed to act fast. Tony knew everything, and Tony was an annoying, overbearing man trying to make up for the fact that he was a horrible, absent father in your childhood where you were parented by Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey instead of your actual father. Tony was going to intercede, somehow, under the pretense that he was being a caring and doting father, and you needed to be out of the country before he even woke up for his morning Irish coffee.

So, at an obnoxiously early hour of day, you grabbed your bags and set out to find Frank. It wasn’t hard, actually. You did say you could always find him but chose not to, but this seemed to be the perfect time to actually do so. You grabbed your bag, went and picked up a quick breakfast, and arrived at Frank’s warehouse: a shady apartment on a shady block in a shady part of town. How…poetic.

You entered Frank’s building easily because the lobby door was unlocked and looked like it hadn’t seen a lock in ages. You came across his door and banged on it a few times. You heard a crash, then grumbling before the door swung open. Frank stood there in sweatpants and nothing else. Sleep coated his eyes as he stared at you while scratching his stomach.

“What are you doing here?” He grumbled. He seemed to become alert and more awake rather quickly when he realized you truly were standing there. He straightened up and pulled you into his apartment. “Jesus, you crazy? You’d get mugged or worse out here.”

“You think I’d get mugged that easily?”

“Well, no, but I didn’t feel like stepping outside and seeing a bunch of random body parts laying around.”

“How come you can do it but I can’t?” You scoffed, watching Frank’s behind as he walked towards the kitchen to get you a glass of water. “You leave random limbs around too!”

“I leave them around nice and neatly in one shitty looking bar or warehouse, and no one wants me to come after them. You leave them all over the place, like a cat hunting prey,” Frank pointed out. “Besides, you’re Y/N Stark. Everyone wants a piece of you.”

“Meow,” you muttered, prompting him to freeze, hang his head, and snort.

“What are you doing here so early, princess?”

“Change of plans! We’re leaving right now instead of tonight.”

Frank spun around quickly, hand going to cup your face and look you over as he shoved a glass of water in your hand, “Did something happen? You hurt?”

You smiled. Grabbing his wrist, you pulled his hand over to your mouth and pressed your lips against his palm. “No, you overprotective little pitbull. I’m okay. I uh, I’ll tell you on the way, how about that?”

“All right. S’long as we’re not about to get in a car chase or something,” he muttered and went over to bedroom. “Don’t mind the mess.”

“Oh, no,” you commented as you looked around. “I love artillery chic. It’s very in this season.”

You were so busy looking around at Frank’s stockpile, that you didn’t hear him coming. His arms wrapped around you from behind and his lips went right to your neck to give you a quick nip that had you shrieking with laughter, “Artillery chic? You’re ridiculous, princess.”

“Yes, yes, I am, and you love it,” you spun around and looked him over in his plaid shirt and jeans, “Ready to go, hipster?”

He scoffed, “I am not a hipster —“

“It’s so cute because that’s what hipsters say,” you teased as you watched him grab a hoodie and baseball cap. He turned around and gave you a look that screamed he would have his revenge on you. You simply smiled and shot him a wink. He rolled his eyes and grabbed a duffel off the ground and you pointed at it, “Is that weapons or clothes?”

He shifted in his seat, “Both.”

“Frank —“

“You said it was a private flight!” He argued. “I’m not going anywhere with you without anything that I can use in case I need to protect you.”

“Aw…” you cooed and crossed the room to kiss him on the cheek. “You’re a sweet little psychopath. All right, come on. We gotta get in the air before —“ you stopped yourself and cared your throat. “I can’t jinx it.”

“Before what, Y/N?”

“Let’s just go, my car is outside —“

“Y/N—“

“We need to get in the air before my dad realizes I’m trying to beat him!” You said quickly.

Frank stared at you, nodded, heaved you over his shoulder, and ran out the apartment while you were hanging onto him and shrieking with laughter. Once outside the building, he dropped you in front of the driver’s side door while he went to put his bags in the back. You both quickly climbed into the car. You reached to the backseat and grabbed a brown paper bag and cup of coffee, thrusting both into his chest and telling him to eat up. He looked at you, grinned, and leaned over to kiss you before you started driving.

“Is that a —“

“Bacon, egg, and cheese,” you answered. “Salt, pepper, ketchup, and, yes, coffee is black with sugar.”

“You’re an absolute doll,” Frank groaned happily as he dug into his sandwich. “I’ll feed you yours —“

“I, uh,” you cleared your throat as you drove. “I ate it on the way here. I got you two. Wasn’t sure how hungry you were.”

Frank turned to look at you and smiled softly as he chugged half the coffee in one go, “Look at that, Starks can be sweet.”

“Well, keep that shit quiet, Castle, I’ve got a cold reputation to keep,” you teased.

~*~

Arriving at the private plane, you felt safe at last. There was no sign of another car in sight, not a single ride that looked like Tony’s. It seemed like you had won. Grinning, you two grabbed your bags and ran up the steps into the jet. You were so delighted to have bested your father’s plans, until you heard one key voice stab you right in the ear.

“Good morning, Ms. Stark, Mr. Castle!”

Inhaling sharply, you looked forward to see Peter sitting excitedly, waving at you, holding up a video camera that was aimed directly at the two of you. Slowly, you looked to Peter’s left to see Tony sitting there, one leg crossed over the other, nursing a mimosa in his hand.

“You mother —“

“Surely, you did not think you could out-shit this piece of shit,” Tony said as he studied the both of you. “I thought this would be a great, educational trip for the young kid. It counts as credit in his ‘global history’ class, this trip”

“I don’t take global history,” Peter muttered.

“Whatever. When you do take it, then,” Tony said as he waved his hand dismissively and nodded to Frank, “Rambo.”

Frank returned the nod, “Iron Giant.”

Tony stared at the two of you as he took an uncomfortably long sip, “Well, sit. We gotta get going to London to find out all that weird shit going on with your boy toy.”

You wanted to put your foot through his neck. This was infuriating, honestly. You sat down, as did Frank, who was staring at you from your right side as you stared at the floor and tried to figure out what you wanted to say. What if Frank lost his shit and destroyed the plane and killed all of you? I mean, how were you to know the extent of whatever you theorized is going on with him?

“Y/N,” Frank said gruffly. “The hell is going on here?”

“Nothing —“

“Don’t give me that shit,” Frank said quickly. “Tell me the truth. I’m not here to play games right now and if you start lying, I will stop this jet and leave right now.”

Peter ’s eyes widened as he looked to Tony and leaned over to whisper, “Mr. Stark, is he going to kill us all?”

Tony sighed as he checked his watch, “It’s possible.”

“Oh,” Peter looked around with wide eyes. “Then shouldn’t we —“

“Zip it, Skywalker. I want to hear this.”

Inhaling and exhaling, you decided you might as well just rip the band-aid off. You turned your body to face Frank as you heard the jet start to head down the runway, “Remember that night you saved me, and you broke a vase and I saw a whole bunch of red dust fly out, but you said you were totally fine and nothing was on the scans?”

“Yeah,” Frank nodded once. “What about it?”

“I have just the wildest theory that you’re not fine, because you were stronger, and deadlier and overall just, somehow, more lethal than usual. I — Bruce and I have been researching that vase, and we found that it’s a depiction of Aries, the God of War. We can’t find much else associated with it, it disappears throughout history and reappears, but where it goes, death follows. I just — I need to know if I’m dealing with an amazingly spun tale or the real, freaky-deaky deal, and that’s why we’re going to London to see an expert.”

Frank was silent, and that alarmed you. You wondered if this was the tipping point. Was this going to activate some psycho god of war into enacting absolute revenge for being kept in the dark about this? You know, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. Frank is the one who told you to be more outright with things the first time you met him. So, technically, this was outright, and, you know, doing exactly what you should be doing…sort of?

Shit. This was a stupid way to do it.

“Okay,” Frank said.

You blinked, “What?”

“Okay.”

“So, so that’s it, then? Okay?”

“Okay.” Frank nodded as he peeled off his sunglasses, his hat, and buckled his seatbelt. “Okay.”

“Did I break your brain? Frank, I —“

“I’m gonna be honest, princess, I’m gonna need a minute of silence because I did not think I was being led on a trip because you feared for my wellbeing and just didn’t want to tell me,” Frank laughed a little to himself. “I mean, I figured you were researching the vase, I knew that much, but I didn’t think it was all on my account.” He laughed louder, “Like you think I’m some sort of psycho killer who is gonna snap on a bad day and wage a war or something. Ah, god damn, that is funny, princess. That is really funny.”

This was when it looked like Frank had just turned his brain off. He crossed his arms over his chest, put his feet up, and shut his eyes. He clearly was not happy with the deception to get him to go on this trip. Fair, you probably shouldn’t have done that.

Okay, you definitely shouldn’t have done that.

Still, this was unnerving, especially with how amused Tony looked and how Peter looked so concerned — hold on a second.

“So, guys, as you can see, I’m on a private jet with Mr. Stark, Ms. Stark, and the freaking Punisher himself! He’s pretty pissed off at the moment because Y/N didn’t tell him the real reason why we’re going to London, so —“

“Peter, shut that shit off or I will tell Tony about the porno you ordered when you stayed over the tower. Oh, oops,” you said loudly as Peter turned red. “I guess I slipped.”

“Funny, you slipped about that and not you thinking I’m some psycho god of murder,” Frank muttered under his breath.

“Ha!” Tony beamed. “I’m starting to like you after all, Judge Dredd.”

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle x stark!reader #frank castle #mcu #punisher #punisher x reader #punisher x you #marvel #jon bernthal #jon bernthal x reader #jon bernthal x you #crazycookiecrumbles

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raineydays411 · 3 years

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My Father's daughter pt 3

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.

a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕

You were furious.

You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.

"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.

"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.

"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."

"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."

"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"

Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"

The two men cringe at the words

"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"

Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."

and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.

"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.

"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.

You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.

"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."

You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.

Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.

"A girl needs her mother"

*punch*

"Oh petal I wanted to call"

*punch* *punch*

"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"

*BANG*

You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.

"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."

You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.

"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."

You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.

"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.

You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.

"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."

You finally speak, "Why now?"

Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."

"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"

Pepper nods," I love you."

You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."

"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.

"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"

"Y/n we just ate!"

"Like an hour ago"

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Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.

Which didn't bother you one bit.

But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.

"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.

"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.

"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.

"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.

"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"

"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.

"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.

Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?

Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."

"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.

"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.

"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.

Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."

""And did she apologize after?"

"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."

Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"

"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."

Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.

"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.

" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."

And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"

Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.

Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.

"So...Pepper-"

"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."

"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"

"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.

Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.

"I wanna see what happens."

Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"

"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”

Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.

Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices

"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."

"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.

"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.

"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"

She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.

You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.

"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.

You open the box to see...cupcakes.

"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.

You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lie.

Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."

And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.

"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.

"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.

"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.

Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.

"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.

"Damian!" Christine scolded.

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.

"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.

You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."

Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."

"Tt"

"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.

You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.

You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.

"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"

"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.

"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.

You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."

Cassandra scowls and looks away.

Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."

Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"

You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"

The whole family froze.

You knew? There was no way.

"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."

"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”

“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.

“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”

“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.

Bruce didn’t know how to feel.

On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.

But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.

“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.

You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”

Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.

You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.

“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.

The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.

But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?

“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.

”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”

Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!

“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”

You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”

“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”

You snicker, earning a few glares.

“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.

The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.

“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”

You were not good at this.

“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”

Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”

Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.

“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”

“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.

“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.

The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.

You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”

You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.

“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.

Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.

“Mother we cannot..”

“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.

“ Come on son.”

“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.

“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.

The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.

“Let’s go.”

They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.

“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”

You usher them in.

“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.

You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”

You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.

The room is silent.

“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.

#tony stark x daughter!reader #crossover #marvel x reader #avengers x teen!reader #poc reader #reader insert #marvel #tony is a good dad #tony stark x teen!reader #batfam x reader

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ptergwen · 3 years

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you know that one scene in ffh when people keep knocking on the door while fury is trying to speak to peter? could you maybe do something like that but instead it’s peter and stark reader wanting some alone time (you can make it smut or fluff idm!) also, i am so in love with your work it’s amazing :)❣️

knock before you enter

w/c: 1.3k

warnings: implied smut, dirty jokes, swearing

a/n: i went a lil overboard because i was having too much fun :,) and i kinda combined the two i hope that’s okay!

you let out a breath of relief as peter finally presses his lips to yours. he grins at that, his hands continuing to roam your body while you kiss. it’s a needy kiss, one you’ve been waiting the whole day to share.

you’d thought europe of all places would give you the opportunity to explore each other more. you’re away from your overbearing father, you don’t have team responsibilities. there was one mishap with a water monster nearly destroying the city. you both managed to fight it off together. tony was right to make you bring your suit, and may encouraged her nephew to do the same. the stark’s and parker’s think alike.

most of the pestering you’ve faced this trip has come from your teachers and fellow classmates. whether it’s mr. dell assigning work or flash trying to film you two for a livestream, you and peter can’t get a moment alone. that’s about to change. you’re in peter’s hotel room after a fun yet highly supervised day in venice.

most kids are getting ready for bed, at mr. harrington’s request. he’s adamant on everyone having a good night sleep before the walking tour you’re taking tomorrow. you and peter plan to do everything but sleep, however.

“you taste like toothpaste,” peter mumbles against your mouth, arms winding around your back. “is that a good or bad thing?” you giggle and tug at his undone curls. that elicits a high pitched whine from him. “depends on who you ask. me personally, i think it’s sexy.” he’s laying over you on his bed, your fingers tangling in his locks. “open up, then,” you practically purr. peter happily obliges and resumes his kissing.

right when his tongue glides over your lower lip, there’s a knock on the wall.

“i thought you said ned wouldn’t be back…” your words trail off when peter starts to kiss down your neck. “for a while,” you add, softer. “he won’t. last time i checked, he was with betty,” peter replies and effortlessly finds your sweet spot. he nudges it with his nose, making a smile spread across your face. “ok, keep going,” you pull on the roots of his hair gently. peter pecks at your lips. “gotcha, baby.”

he’s kissing his way back to your sweet spot when there’s more knocking, this time much louder. with quirked eyebrows, peter detaches his lips from your skin. “um… hello?” he hesitantly answers. “finally. i was ready to come kick down your door, you idiot,” mj speaks through the thin wall. you squeeze your eyes shut in annoyance, not saying anything. “what do you want, mj? it’s late,” peter sighs back.

“so what? i know you’re not sleeping,” mj insists, leaning against the wall. “i can hear everything. hey, y/n.” peter’s face tints a light shade of pink. you make wide eyes up at him. “hi, i guess. you good over there?” her lips form a line. “i was until the horrendous sounds of parker clapping your cheeks disturbed my reading.” peter grips at your waist with a pout.

“what? we weren’t- i- i didn’t-“ “spare me the details,” mj sharply cuts in, opening whatever mystery novel she recently bought. “i don’t care what you do, as long as you do it quietly. deal?” seeing as peter is too flustered to speak, you take over again. “yeah, sorry. we’ll tone it down. goodnight, em.” “ciao,” she says before returning to her book.

peter shakes his head, fully burying his face in your neck. “that was embarrassing. she’s so…” “nosy,” you finish for him. your fingers brush back some hair that flopped over his forehead. “at least she’s not telling on us or whatever.” he puffs air out of his cheeks, placing a kiss under your chin. “true. you wanna pick up where we left off?” “ugh, yes,” you instantly groan.

your lips are colliding with peter’s again, just like that. it isn’t for too long. his hands settle on your stomach and under your shorts, then you hear someone banging on the door. they talk before either you or peter can tell them to fuck off.

“y/n, is that you?” brad questions, your face twisting in confusion. “uh, yeah. how’d you know?” peter bites the inside of his cheek while brad converses. “i stopped by your room. betty said you might be here… with him.” the him in question is peter, who chuckles bitterly. “what’s up, buddy? we’re kind of in the middle of something. i’m sure you knew that, too.”

“i didn’t, but thanks for sharing,” brad sarcastically responds. “y/n said she’d give me her notes on one of the da vinci exhibits.” peter cocks his head to the side. “she did?” he wonders, looking over at you. “you did?” “it was either that or help him myself,” you explain and drag your fingers along the back of his neck soothingly. “the kid doesn’t leave me alone.”

peter nods, wrapping a protective arm around your middle. “she’ll give you them tomorrow, brad. isn’t it past your bedtime?” “point taken,” brad scoffs and heads back to his room. you draw peter in closer to you. “thanks, pete. hopefully, that’ll be our last guest for the night.” he kisses both your cheeks with a grin. “where were we, mio amore?”

“ooh, i love it when you speak italian,” you giggle, peter cupping your face in his hands.“grazie, bellissima.” he winks and earns a puzzled face from you. “bellissima?” “that means beautiful.” instead of responding with words, you use your mouth to move on his. peter happily kisses back and lets your tongues intertwine. things quickly heat up, peter slipping your shorts down your legs and you lifting his pajama shirt.

you’re both only half undressed and running off broken up kisses, but so desperate. you part your legs for peter, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties. “think you can keep your oath of silence?” he teases and nips at your covered collarbone. “the real question is, can you?” you challenge. peter doesn’t get the chance to answer because the door suddenly flies open.

there stands ned, his mouth agape at the sight of a shirtless peter undressing you. you’re the first to notice. you see over peter’s shoulder and gasp. concern covers his features. “what is it, baby? do you want-“ “ned!” you whisper yell. his concern becomes shock. “you want ned?” “no, peter! he’s right there!” teeth sinking into your lip, you point behind him. peter looks and surely enough, there’s his best friend rendered speechless in the doorway.

“dude, what the hell are you doing here?” peter squeaks, you grabbing your shorts from next to you. he turns around to shield you while you put them back on. “aren’t you supposed to be with betty?” “we, um, finished,” ned gulps in response. “finished what- oh.” peter scratches the back of his neck as it hits him. “yuck, ned. a gentleman never tells.” “says you! this is my room too, you know,” he defends himself, you moving out from behind peter.

“and betty’s room is also mine. consider us even,” you hand peter his t-shirt with a satisfied smirk. he murmurs a thank you and throws it back on. ned uncomfortably shifts from foot to foot in the doorway. “that’s fair… are you leaving now?” “i should before mr. harrington makes his rounds,” you reluctantly decide. “i liked it better when people actually knocked,” peter says under his breath, standing to give you a goodnight hug.

“it’s not even this bad at home. i’ll take my dad and friday spying on us over a walk of shame any day,” you exhale as peter pulls you into his chest. hugging back by his torso, you give him an innocent kiss on the cheek. his lips brush your forehead. “maybe we’ll have better luck tomorrow. should we try again, same time?” a familiar and irritated voice yells through the wall. mj.

“please god, no!”

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emwritesstuff · 3 years

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housesitting | bucky barnes x reader

summary: Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything.

You can hardly see how Bucky Barnes stumbling into his apartment at 3 am with multiple wounds is one of them. But I guess it might be?

notes: this is my attempt at a more ~comedy centered one-shot, with some making out in the middle because uh, who doesn’t like that? In other news, reader is Chaotic. Canon mcu (Infinity War/Endgame) is non-existent in this. (word count: 3K)

warnings: language, mentions of blood, gunshot wounds, general patching up shenanigans, some making out/grinding but not quite third base

[PART 2: breaking and entering]

Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything. An old popsicle thing, you assume.

It’s peaceful, too. The neighborhood is nice and quiet, the other tenants are either extremely polite or too scared of Captain America to make much noise. You’ve had very nice stay-cations at his place, where you were free to choose to binge The Office while eating an entire pizza in the spam of 2 episodes or taking advantage of the quiet to write your grad-school thesis.

So when a loud BANG almost makes you drop your coffee mug on the floor, your spidey senses are immediately on alert. You don’t care how many times Peter insisted that it wasn’t a thing, your arm hairs stood up and your heart started hammering on your chest all the same.

You contemplate squeezing under the bed, turning off the show that was long abandoned and hiding until whatever it is goes away, but before you can do any of that, a string of sharp cursing and soft thumps and thuds snaps you out of your fear.

Maybe it’s a burglar. You could take a clumsy burglar, easy.

Now feeling like Tony had just welcomed you into the Avengers, you hop off Steve’s bed and let your baby Yoda socked feet carry you stealthily into the living room, holding a table lamp as if it was a baseball bat.

Everything is quiet, with no signs of forced entry at the door (you remember someone on Law and Order using those words), and in the dark you don’t notice the bloody trail coming from the kitchen.

You’re imagining things, then. When was the last time you slept? You don’t even feel tired, but you know sleep deprivation always gets you all kinds of crazy.

It happens the second your arm falls to your side and your posture shows the slight of relaxation. A strong arm around your neck and a hand against your mouth to muffle the screaming.

In the quiet of Steve’s apartment building, there is only you shrieking and howling and thrashing against the hold of a stranger.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.” You still.

And then you bite into the hand that is muting you, immediately regretting it when your teeth sink into something hard. Metal? Concrete? Ouch. You resume your resistance, determined, and is shoved away.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Who the fuck are you.” His voice is gruff and dulled over the mask he is wearing, and as you’re taking this giant of a man in, you notice it.

The metal arm. The strapped leather jacket. The tortured blue eyes.

Winter Soldier.

The intruder is James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve’s best friend. That’s who the fuck it is.

“I’m Steve’s house sitter! I even have a key.” You say, with arms in front of you to signal no harm but inching closer to the table lamp with every step.

“House…sitter? Where’s Steve?”

“Who knows. Maybe a mission. He texts me, I come over.” You shrug, and put a chair back to where it was before it got knocked over.

“I don’t believe you. Where is Steve?”

“Listen, I don’t know, okay? I guess he’s just out for a few days. I don’t ask. He just lets me stay in here so I can water the plants and feed the Avengers.”

“The– the what?”

“The Avengers! The fish, see.” You point to the aquarium, where a handful of colorful fish swam peacefully in.

Peace. So much for your peace, because now what you have is a surly super soldier eyeing the fish tank like it was the most loathsome thing in the entire universe, except maybe for you.

“I hate this thing. Naming them makes it even worse.” He trudges back to the kitchen, stomping on the floor like he was on a parade.

So much for the other people’s peace, too.

“Hey! Sir. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s 3 in the fucking morning?” You sass, putting your hands on your hips when he retorts that yeah, he does know. “What are you even doing here?”

“Back from a mission.” He grumbles without looking at you, as if you’re the one who stumbled into his place in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t your place, but still.

“Don’t you have a house?” There’s a part of you that knows pushing the Winter Soldier’s buttons is asking for trouble, but your tired and confused brain decides to ignore it.

“You interrogating me? I need a motherfucking– ” He wheezes and nearly doubles over, holding on the door frame between the living room and the kitchen. You finally spot the blood, both on the tiles and seeping out of the Soldier’s jacket and pants.

He’s hurt. Shit.

“– first aid kit.”

“You need a motherfucking hospital!” You shrill, panic chilling your bones. You don’t do blood. Or any kind of wound, for that matter.

The man ignores you, opening up cabinets hastily. You huff, and walk past him to get to the actual home of the first aid kit. Steve’s oldest, closest friend and can’t even find a box with pharmaceutical supplies in his kitchen. You slam it on the counter next to him.

“You’re welcome.”

“Zip it.”

Just a look from him is enough to render you speechless, and not in the good, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of way. You’re positive that one swat of that metal arm and you’ll be flying out of the window.

He begins by removing his mask, revealing a handsome face underneath, and you try your best to focus on how dark and menacing it looked while locked in that scowl of his. Then, he unbuckles his jacket and discards it on the floor, it coming to a stop next to your feet.

Oh man, he’s naked. Well, not really, just the incredibly toned, strong and muscular top half of him, but you stare wide-eyed as if he was.

“See somethin’ you like, doll?” He quips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and you turn your back to him, mostly to hide your own embarrassment.

“No.” You cross your arms resolutely, because you definitely don’t think he’s attractive. He is a rude, grumpy, private-property-invader-bastard. Doll. Yuck.

You hear a rumble come out of his chest. Is he laughing? Shithead. Other noises follow, wheezes, small grunts and the tinkle of metal on the marble counter.

A particular pained grunt makes you turn, and you see Barnes with his body twisted, trying to reach a bloody hole on his back. It would be funny if he wasn’t trying to poke a gunshot.

“Do you need… help?” You ask, against your own will, only to be met with his icy gaze.

“No.”

“Come on, you can’t even reach that.”

Another glare is shot your way, and you quirk your brow up. He did need the help, you think, because aside from the muscles and the sweat making him glisten like a delicious – wait what – glazed donut, the man looked like hell.

“…fine.” He slides a pair of surgical prongs, something you identify in your head as oversized tweezers, and you instantly regret your offer. Pressing an iodine-soaked cotton ball to a wound, sure. But not this.

He turns his back to you without a word, supporting himself on the marble. You think that he’s about to make a dent on the goddamn stone if he keeps holding onto it that hard.

“Ah, fuck. Shit. Fuck. Ugh, it’s so gross. Fuck.”

It’s the most horrifying thing you’ve ever done, but you try your best to get to the bullet quickly, so very thankful that Barnes holds himself perfectly still for you. “Got it!”

He lets out a long breath when you toss the prongs and the bullet on the counter with the rest and resumes his cleanup. So, he’s not even going to say thanks. Great.

You try not to think about how you still want to make conversation while you hurriedly scrub the blood from your hands, because aside from the hostility and him jumping on you as a meet-cute, the guy peeks your interest.

Steve has said Barnes is nice, too, and you believed Steve, because he’s basically incapable of lying. Or maybe because he’s pretty. Both, for sure.

With your hands now clean, you turn to him, mouth open with some kind of conversation starter that is immediately forgotten.

Oh man, he’s naked. For real this time.

Bucky Barnes has stepped out of his pants while you were overthinking by the sink, now standing in only a pair of black boxers. It’s like he feels you staring at his butt, because he turns to you with raised eyebrows.

“Last one’s on my thigh. I got it.” He’s holding the prongs this time, and you’re glad you don’t have to do anything, because your face next to that groin might make you go into spontaneous combustion.

“Yeah.”

He hums. You hope all of this is a fever dream.

“Isn’t there a med bay at–”

“Don’t like people prodding and pokin’ at me.” His comment makes you grimace. He’s the Winter Soldier, damn it. You know the stories, everyone does. Of course he doesn’t like being prodded.

He looks at you funny, probably because you went dead quiet. You don’t want him to think you feel pity, because you don’t, but god don’t you feel bad for poking him now, even if verbally.

“I’m gonna – grab one of Steve’s – uh. Dude you need to put some clothes on. Jesus.”

He laughs at you again, which you’re thankful for because anything is better than the awkwardness of the other subject. You pick up a black pair of sweatpants that was so deep in one of Steve’s drawers that you know he’d have to have bought it and never had the guts to put it on. This one would do just fine.

If there is one thing Steve Rogers isn’t, is a black sweats guy.

“Here.” You deposit the sweats and a white tee on the counter, one of the millions that you found inside the closet. Barnes was patching himself up now, bandages wrapped everywhere on his body.

Got his ass kicked good. You shudder when you imagine the state of the other guy.

He eyes the clothes, and saying nothing, returns to his task. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“I didn’t ask you to help me.”

“Yeah, but I did anyways! ‘Cause I’m stupid, I guess.” You almost hurl a dirty plate at him when he scoffs, muttering a yeah, guess you are. “God, why are you so grumpy?”

“Well you try being shot 5 times and see how cheerful you are after.”

“You got shot 5 times?!”

Looking at you from between his brows, the Soldier nods to the five mangled bullets sitting on the counter. You think about how you’ve made yourself a sandwich just hours earlier on the exact same spot. You want to puke.

Taking time to look around yourself, you can finally grasp the state of Steve’s ever-so-pristine kitchen, now a mess of dirty clothes, blood and your own few dishes from the night before. You don’t even think about what you’re doing as you move, gathering every single cleaning supply you can find, and start working on the cleanup.

You’re struggling, because obviously you’ve never done this before. Anyone can tell, from your soft abdomen and your severe lack of muscle, that you’re not an Avenger. Sure, you work with them, but you’re usually neck deep into advanced tech, not in the gym by any means. Also, you don’t do blood.

That means you have to think about something else, anything else, while you’re manically cleaning the floor. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, the Winter Soldier’s tight ass, four sheep, get it together goddamnit –

“Leave it. I’ll clean.”

You huff, he huffs back, and you look up at him.

“You got shot five times. Go sit down or something before you blow your back too, grandpa.” You call him that to assure yourself that he is old, like actually super old, and thirsting over him is weird. Even weirder when he’s all bandaged and bleeding. And still shirtless. Shit.

He mumbles something that you ignore, and stomps off. You think you actually did a pretty decent job with the cleaning, considering.

You need coffee. Definitely an entire bottle of vodka too, but there was no alcohol in this god’s good home, so you settle for the brew that you made earlier. You pour a mug for Barnes too, because you’re nice like that, and amble into the living room to find him slumped on a chair.

“Coffee?” You start, settling his mug on the table next to him.

“It’s almost 5 a.m.”

“Guess I’m up early for once. Maybe I should go for a run.”

He snorts, and opens one eye to inspect you from where he is. He reaches out for the coffee, using his metal hand, and you consider the two ways this could go.

He’d shatter the mug right then and there. Or, he’d throw it at you. Your jaw goes slack at what he actually does, sirens blaring loudly in your head. Truly astonishing, the most bewildering turn of events.

He drinks from it.

“Thanks. Quit staring at me.”

“Wow, Mr. Winter knows the magic words. Mr. Barnes. Sergeant?” You’re thinking aloud, abandoning any trace of sanity you’ve been holding. You even sit on the couch next to his armchair.

“It’s Bucky,”

Again, absolutely bewildering. You must be going insane.

“– and you talk too much.” He finishes, with an end-of-story tone, and returns to his rest. At least that felt like normality.

“Bucky. Bucky.” You roll the name on your tongue, feeling a weird buzz start to take over you. It grows stronger when you notice he’s looking at you, one brow quirked as if you lost your marbles. “You know, Bucky, this is definitely not how I saw my night going. Home invasion, playing surgeon – not my usual kind of fun.”

You get up, maybe because you decide that you – and Bucky – need a blanket, or maybe because you need a distraction from his chest going up and down like it’s got a business with making you want to touch it.

You’re not a slut, but who knows? Jim Halper would get it.

“You’re that kid, aren’t you? Stark’s assistant.” Bucky’s voice, low and husky, makes you jump. You look at him, your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It’s surprising that he knows you, considering. He’s – well, he’s basically a celebrity, if ex-assassins could be considered that. You’re only Tony’s techie, and you and Bucky have never actually met, not even in the few parties you had attended to stop your boss from nagging you that you had to actually go out and have some fun sometimes, because you’re still young and cute and you need to enjoy yourself before you get saggy and bitter.

Jokes on him, you were born bitter.

“I’m no kid.”

“Nice socks.”

You wiggle your toes and it makes the ears of one of the baby Yodas move.

“Still not a kid! If you wanna be sad and wear your sad, plain socks, Bucky, that’s entirely your choice.” You said, pointing your index at him, making circles in the air with it to really get your point across.

Bucky smirks, and you go up to him with the two blankets on your arms. He’s blocking the door with that bulky body of his, and you raise your eyebrows quizzically.

“I’ll have you know – meeting Steve’s annoying, mouthy, pretty house sitter is not how I saw my night going either.” Bucky puts a doubtful tone on house sitter, as if he still doesn’t get exactly what it means.

You blink. You’re positive you heard it wrong. Is he… is this flirting?

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I called you annoying and mouthy too.”

“Yeah, I mean I know that much about me.” You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “The pretty part is new though.”

Bucky still hasn’t moved from the doorframe, and you find yourself staring up at him. He is inches away now, pupils blown wide in the darkness, and you can see a ring of steely blue around them. He licks his lips, and you’re drawn in.

The maelstrom in his eyes sends you spinning.

“I think someone should say you’re not see through, much less–”

Bucky shuts you up by pressing his lips onto yours, a slow, exploratory kiss, the tenderest he’s been all night. His metal hand rests on your lower back, making you shiver at the cool touch.

You’re all panting and eagerness when you cup his face with both hands and press your body against his. You need to deepen this kiss. You haven’t drooled over Bucky Barnes all night to keep things lovey-dovey.

He responds in earnest, pulling you closer. The flesh hand on the back of your neck is a stark contrast against the chill of the other. You and Bucky stumble from the corridor and back to the living room, knocking over a few of Steve’s decorations in the process.

“I don’t feel as bad for this one.” You mumble against his lips, stopping to look at a particular framed picture of Captain America in uniform, surrounded by every single counterfeit Cap in Times Square.

“S’ one of his favorites.”

You nod, you’re aware. Steve thinks it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

Bucky’s breath tickles the hairs on your neck when he continues.

“I hate it.”

“Yeah.”

You capture his lips again, and you two resume your chaotic redecorating. You’re thankful for Bucky’s strong arms keeping you from falling over, because at this point you’re not sure if your legs work anymore.

He takes you with him when he drops down on the same armchair from earlier, and the dizzy spell you find yourself in is broken when you hear him groan.

Right. He’s battered up and stuff.

“Shit, Bucky, I’m sorry–”

“No.” He pulls you close again, and guides your body to straddle one of his thighs. “Stay right here, doll.”

Doll. God-fucking-damnit.

His hand moves under the elastic band of your pants, oh my god you’re making out with Bucky-Hot-Piece-Of-Ass-Barnes in your wiener dog pajama bottoms, and finds the hem of your underwear. He pulls on it, and you yelp when he lets it snap against your side.

He laughs, and you vibrate along with his chest.

You find yourself grinding on his leg, sucking on his bottom lip, raking your nails along his shoulders, doing anything, everything for more, trying to burn the taste and the feel of him on your memory. He moves on to kiss your neck and you sigh, tugging on his hair and making sure you’re holding on for dear life.

Your eyes flutter open, enough to see the fish Avengers in their tank.

The Avengers.

Steve Rogers is an Avenger. So is Bucky, technically.

You’re making out with Bucky. One of his hands is on your boob.

This is Steve’s apartment.

You manage to sober you up enough, despite Bucky’s constant attacks of open mouth kisses and bites on your neck.

“I don’t think Steve would – if we–” You lift your head begrudgingly to look at him. “You know, on his armchair.”

“Right.” He didn’t seem convinced, but his hand moved up from your butt to your waist again.

Steve Rogers was probably miles away right now and still cockblocking you.

Even worse, his furniture was cockblocking you.

Stupid star-spangled IKEA shopper.

And his hot best friend. Who’s currently smiling at you in a such a way that makes you almost abandon all comradery towards Rogers and the sanctity of his place.

You debate getting up, but resign yourself to burying your nose in the crook of Bucky’s neck and just staying there, because honestly, when are you going to have the chance to do this again. Never, that’s when.

Also, he’s surprisingly comfortable for someone with a metal arm and such a jacked-up body.

“You’re sleepy.”

“No, I’m like, super awake.”

It’s a lie, because now that the sparks have flown and the rush of blood in your ears gave way to the quietness of the early morning, you feel yourself drifting, on and off, surprising yourself when you come to once and find that Bucky is still there, warm under you.

“Sleep, doll. I need it too.”

You shift, ready to let his rhythmic breathing lull you to sleep. The last 75 sleepless hours catch up with you.

“Bucky? If you want to break into someone’s house again sometime – I have a first aid kit too. Just sayin’.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x y/n #avengers x reader #emwrites

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skybluewritings · 2 years

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Christmas wishes part 5 fake dating au, Andrew garfield!peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: sexual language, drinking

word count: 2k

(Name) knocked on the bathroom door. "Peter, are you almost ready I need some help?"

"Yeah hold on a second-Oh come on." She heard his muffled voice snap from behind the door.

"Everything alright in there?" She called clutching her short dress to her chest.

Footsteps padded across the bathroom floor and the door swung open. "What do you need help with?" He asked her.

She had to remember how to breath when she saw how good he looked in his suit. He was wearing the hell out of it.

She inhaled deeply snapping herself out of the dream-like trance. "What do you need help with?" She countered.

"I need help with this stupid tie." He sighed gesturing to the disheveled material around his neck. "What did you want?"

His suit on the bedroom floor, she thought to herself, before inwardly scolding herself for thinking such a thing.

"I uh needed help with zipping up my stupid dress. The zip is way too low for me to reach." She explained. "Would you do it up for me?"

"Yeah sure just turn arou-" His voice trailing off when she shifted herself to face away from him.

She remembered just how low the dress was. The zip started at the small of her back, which left little to the imagination. He could also see the band of her strapless bra. She felt completely exposed to him. Oh god she should've asked someone else.

"Sorry I can go ask my mom if you're uncomfortable." She apologised.

"No it's fine I can do it." He stammered.

His fingertips lightly grazed her lower back sending warm tingles down her spine. He found the Zip and pulled it upwards. When her dress was done up she turned back around to find Peter with a very flushed face.

"Are you blushing?" She laughed lightly, trying to hide the nervous shake in her voice.

"Shut up." He groaned rolling his eyes. "You're a girl and you're attractive and this is kinda intimate-so yeah I'm obviously gonna blush..."

"Let me help you with your tie." She offered brushing past what he'd said. If she overanalysed it she'd let it mean too much. He just thought she was attractive, nothing more.

She leant in close to him as her fingers pushed and pulled the tie into place.

"There you go all done." She told him straightening it. "You look great!"

"It feels weird wearing it." He admitted.

"Why?"

"It was my Uncle Ben's."

"I'm sure he'd be proud of how damn well you're wearing it."

"Thanks." Peter smiled sadly. "I wish you could've met him, he would've liked you."

She smiled back at him. "I bet I would've liked him too."

"I just wanna thank you for everything. For always finding a way to make me feel better, for being such a light in my life, as cringe inducing as it sounds." He chuckled softly.

She was still standing close to him, her plams flat against his broad chest. "I feel the same way about you with every single cringey metaphor I can think of." She teased.

They looked into eachother's eyes, his brown eyes had little flecks of green in them. She'd peered at him a thousand times and had never seen it up until this moment. She noticed his gaze flicker to her mouth, he tilted his head leaning in closer. He was so near she could feel his breath fan her lips.

She was reminded of when they'd almost kissed on her bed, all those years ago. Except this time the interruption was a rough knocking at the door.

And as quickly as it happened it was over, like all their other strange moments where it felt it like they could be more.

Peter jerked back from her in surprise, how did they keep getting interrupted?

He rubbed the back of his neck. "We should probably go downstairs."

"Yeah agreed." She nodded, her mouth dry.

It was her mother who'd banged on the door and her mother who pointed out the obvious tension still in the room. "What's up with you two?" She pointed out raising her brows. "Something happen that I should know about?"

"Nothing!" The two exclaimed in unison.

"Hmm not suspicious at all." Her mother tutted.

Downstairs was overflowing with lavicously dressed guests. Thankfully any awkwardness between her and Peter dissipated as they begun to enjoy the party. She had to hide the bashful grin that threatened to spread across her face as she introduced him to guests as her boyfriend.

Eventually they found themselves in a large group, she was struggling to keep up with what was being said due to the presence of Peter's arm slung around her waist.

"You look beautiful by the way, I forgot to tell you earlier." He whispered to her.

"Thanks." She whispered back. "That would be the result of this dress and the wonders of beauty products."

He shook his head. "No it's because you're you, regardless of the dress and beauty products."

"Shut up you flirt."

"I can't help it that you're so hot."

"I bet you say that to all the girls." She teased.

"Just you." He teased back.

"Here's the mistle toe." Her older cousin cackled dangling mistle toe above the two of them.

She stared at Peter with wide eyes. They'd decided against kissing during the planning phase of their scheme.

"We don't really do PDA, it's kinda gross." Peter lied, her older cousin looked slightly skeptical. Shit did he suspect something?

"But in private I can't keep my hands off him, right baby?" She explained.

Her cousin wrinkled his nose. "That was way more information than I needed."

"Go annoy someone else then." She demanded gently shoving her cousin's shoulder.

"Well done for covering." She congratulated Peter. "PDA does actually gross me out."

"It seems that in private you don't find it so gross." He smirked down at her.

"It's cause you're such a passionate lover." She said dramatically.

Thankfully they kept their voices hushed and everyone was too involved in the conversation to take heed of their inappropriate jokes.

This whole fake boyfriend was getting too real. Peter was a little too good at being her fake boyfriend. His flirting could be mistaken for mere jokes, except for he had never messed around with her like this. This was all new. Was it just physical attraction or maybe more?

"I have a fun idea follow me." She said grabbing his hand.

On the way out of the room they passed the drinks table.

"Watch this." She mischievously told him, snatching a bottle of wine.

"You can't do that!" He jokingly scolded.

She playfully rolled her eyes. "No one saw come on let's go somewhere more private."

"Where you can't keep your hands off me." He snickered.

"You wish." She scoffed, butterflies bustling in her stomach.

She led them to a secluded room with a flat screen tv and plush leather couches. The chatter of guests and upbeat christmas music was muffled.

They sunk onto one of the couches and discussed their first semesters of Senior year. They'd been so wrapped up the past few days devising the details of their plan that they'd forgotten to properly catch up. As they laughed and talked and shared sips of stolen wine, they grow closer and closer. Unlike their two almost kisses she felt like this was actually going to lead somewhere.

She felt drunk on wine and the glowing conversation. They sat facing eachother with hazy eyes and slurred voices.

"You still haven't ravished me yet." She hiccuped prodding him jokingly.

"Ahh yes, I'm your passionate lover." He laughed as he referenced what she'd said earlier.

She bought a thoughtful finger to her chin. "I bet your good in bed for real though. You definitely know where it is."

He squinted at her. "What's it?"

"You know!" She said waiting for him to realise.

"No I don't I'm confused." He whined.

She was too tipsy to care about the nature of the conversation.

"Never mind." She giggled. "I bet you've actually got some good moves."

"Oh yeah and what would those be?" He asked.

"Why don't you show me." She flirted. God alcohol made her too bold for her own good.

"Ok." He replied with a sly smile. "First I'd look into your eyes then to your lips then back to your eyes." His eyes were darkened with lust and darted from her lips back to her own eyes.

Oh my god it was actually going to happen she gleefully thought.

"And then I would place my hand on your neck." He said a hand coming to gently rest on the back of her neck, his splayed fingers nestled in her hair. "Then I'd place my thumb on your lips to tease you." He ran his thumb over her parted lips.

She shuddered. "Then what?"

Since when had he been this smooth? It was probably the wine.

"Then I'd ask you to close your eyes and let me try something." Her eye lids shut and she pursed her lips in anticipation.

She felt the couch move as he shifted closer to her. His lips barely grazed hers. But the press of his lips never came. Her eye lids flickered open.

"And that's what I would do. Man that got intense." Peter admitted with a laugh, he stopped in his amusement when he noticed (Name) hadn't joined in on his laughter.

"Are you serious?" She bitterly mumbled.

"What did you say?" He swallowed.

"I said-" She stared him down coldly ." Are you fucking serious?!"

"What did I do?" He asked panick stricken.

"You know what you did, it's what you've done on and off for years."

"I still don't understand. What have I been doing?"

She clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms. "You give me the impression that you do then you don't. I'm so confused, it's messing with my head."

"Give the impression of what?! If you're upset with me can you please be more clear." He demanded in exasperation.

"You have feelings for me and you always try to hide it. I thought I was just imagining things but after today I'm certain you do." She angrily accused him.

Peter opened and closed his mouth, no words coming out.

Her vision became cloudy. "And I-I fucking like you, I've always liked you." That was a lie her feelings ran far deeper than a childish crush. "And sometimes you make me think you're finally going to return my feelings. Then you don't, like right now, and it hurts so much."

"We're friends we can't." He firmly stated.

"I'm sick of pretending that we're just friends, we're not Peter, we're more than that and you know it." She cried. "Why can't you be honest with me? I'm not expecting you to date me I just want the truth because I can't go on like this anymore." Tears dampened her cheeks.

He ran a hand through his hair. "I can't I'm sorry." It was like the walls were closing in on her, squeezing any air out of her. She needed to leave.

She stumbled to her feet and started to make her way to the door. Peter grabbed her wrist, she glared up at him.

"Wait please I'm sorry don't leave." He begged.

"Let go of me Peter." She demanded.

"No." He argued back at her. "Not until I do what I have to do."

She yanked her wrist from his grip. "Do what?" She seethed. "Get to the point and get to it fast."

"Would you shut up." He snapped glaring back at her. "Would you let me do this. Please."

"Fine."

"I can't say what I feel but I can show you."

She tilted her head. "What are you try to do."

"I'm working up to it ok." He confessed sharply.

"Working up to what. Would you just-"

"Fuck it." He muttered before grabbing her face and pressing his lips to hers.

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a/n: ok I’m kind of going back on what I said and posting fics that haven’t previously been on tumblr yet first, so any of you that didn’t follow me to wattpad can see some “new” content :) warnings: really bad coffee puns, but otherwise it’s just really cute pairing: college!peter parker x reader word count: 6.5k summary: peter has finally been bullied (lovingly, of course) by his friends into asking out the cute barista, but things go a little wrong. or maybe a little right.

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"God, you are so whipped," Ned's grumble made Peter break his gaze to give his friend a dirty look.

"What?"

"Maybe if you'd stop ogling at our barista for five seconds, you'd be paying attention to what I just said.

"Her name's Y/N," Peter defended you, "And I was paying attention. But, uh...say it again anyway."

"You are awful."

Peter listened this time as Ned went over the crazy professor he had, making sure his attention didn't waver even as you passed by their table to help another customer.

He had been coming here since the beginning of college, discovering it was unusually quiet compared to other cafe's near campus, and it had some of the best coffee he'd ever had. Caffeine didn't affect him as much since becoming Spider-Man, so he didn't usually care for it - but one cup from here changed his life.

Though, there was another reason that he liked to frequent this place more than the ones closer to campus.

And that reason walked right up to their table, making his attention slip away again from Ned's rant.

"Are you guys wanting anything else?" You asked as you started gathering up their empty cups, "Maybe a refill?"

"I'm good, thank you," Peter said softly, barely trusting himself not to stutter around you.

He knew he had a track record for falling too quickly and too hard when he had a crush on someone, but he was convinced it was entirely different with you. When you first smiled at him and complimented his Iron Man shirt, he swore it was just a coincidence that he turned bright red and stuttered a thank you, which made MJ lose her mind. But the fact that he still had that reaction around you was enough to tell him that he liked you. And he didn't mind it at all.

It had been months now, you knew him and his friends by name, and you always greeted them like friends. The little conversations you all had between you helping customers made his day, and made him like you even more. And lately he had a feeling that maybe you liked him a little too.

"Well, I'm not," Ned interrupted his thoughts, making him frown, "I think I need something strong to get through the day, this class is killing me."

"Well, you're taking computer science, so I don't know what else you expected," you teased a little, pointing at the menu, "Our cold brews are pretty strong if you want to try that?"

"Yes, and please add some type of sugar, I can't handle drinks like the ones Peter orders."

"I'm more a sweet coffee girl myself," you smiled a little as you wrote that down, "Anything else? You sure you don't want anything, Peter?"

He ignored the increase in his heart rate when you said his name, "Uh, I-I'm good, thanks."

He was pathetic.

You just shrugged, somehow always oblivious to his nervousness around you, which he was grateful for.

"We saw you guys have Spider-Man cookies now," Ned asked, and Peter wanted to bang his head against the table. "How much are those?"

"Oh, they're only a dollar, and they're really good," you promised, "Do you guys want two?"

"Yes please. This boy needs some type of sugar in his life."

Peter shot Ned at angry look while you laughed, telling them you'd be right back.

"When are you going to ask her out, dude? She's clearly waiting for you to."

"No she's not," he glared at his friend again, forcing his insecure thoughts away. "She probably has a boyfriend, anyway. Or a girlfriend. She could get anyone she wants, she-she wouldn't say yes to me."

Ned rolled his eyes, "You're such a pick me boy."

"And you're an-"

He didn't finish that sentence as you were already back with their cookies, dropping them off with a quick smile before going to help another table that was waving you over.

Peter read the pun you wrote on each of their cookie bags, like you always did whenever one of them got a pastry. His said "made espresso-ly for you" with a winky face, and Ned's read "dough me a favor - enjoy these cookies!"

"These puns are awful," Ned chuckled, "You two must be made for each other. And she gave you a winky face!"

"I didn't even know they made Spider-Man cookies," Peter grumbled, ignoring everything he said. He didn't want to read into something as silly as a winky face and get his hopes up for no reason.

Ned was dying as Peter stared down at the frosting version of his mask. "Seriously, dude?"

"What, I think it's hilarious," Ned laughed, taking a ridiculously large bite out of Spider-Man's head. "And besides, Y/N said they were really good."

"Shut up, man."

When Ned and MJ exchanged a look when Peter brought up going to the cafe to study, he knew he was in for it.

"Why don't you go alone today?" Ned suggested slyly, making Peter frown even more. "Maybe without us there you'll finally get the guts to ask Y/N out."

"Please, we'd literally have to force him to do it," MJ rolled her eyes, "But I did want to check out that new place by my dorm. Apparently they donate have their proceeds to the organization of your choice."

"Guys," Peter clasped his hands together, pouting, "Please don't make me go alone. I don't really like any other coffee shop but it'll look weird if I'm by myself and-"

"Stop making excuses!" MJ threw her hands up, "You complain about not getting to know Y/N better because we're always there, so this is your chance! If you actually want to talk to her like a normal human being instead of gaping like a fish."

"I don't gape like a-"

"MJ is right," Ned put a hand on his shoulder, "We're doing this because we love you, and it's been way too long since you've been on a date."

"This wouldn't be a date-"

"At least ask for her number," MJ continued, "Anything. This is getting pathetic, I'm about to ask her out if you don't."

"Okay!" Peter threw his hands up, "Fine! I'll go by myself but I won't promise anything, I don't want to make her uncomfortable."

"At least you're a gentleman," MJ rolled her eyes, throwing her arm over Ned's shoulder, "Have fun with Y/N, I'm going to be enjoying coffee that probably tastes like shit but will at least be for a good cause. Who are you thinking of donating to, Ned?"

Peter droned them out for the rest of the walk, barely giving them a wave as they split ways to go to each different shop. He was getting too much into his own thoughts as your shop came into view, almost wanting to turn around until he saw you behind the window.

You were just cleaning a table, looking at the front door every once in a while like you were expecting someone. Maybe he was stupid to think that maybe you were hoping him and his friends would show up, but it was the usual time of day they would all go...never mind. He was being ridiculous.

Still, he managed to make himself go inside anyway. You looked up at the door ringing, your lips spreading into a wide smile.

"All alone today?"

He noted that you seemed to be in a really good mood today, which made him feel giddy. He dropped his stuff on the usual table, trying to get himself together before speaking to you. God, he hadn't had this much trouble speaking to a girl since Liz. At least then he was a kid and there was an excuse.

"Yep, Ned and MJ are cheating on this place for one closer to campus," he sighed dramatically while you gasped.

"The betrayal," you put a hand over your heart, making him laugh, "How will I ever forgive them?"

"I'm sure once they realize the coffee cakes here are better than anywhere else, they'll come crawling back," Peter joked as he sat down.

"I'm guessing that's what you want today, then?"

"Please," he smiled as you jotted that down.

"And your usual drink?"

"Why don't you...surprise me this time?" He asked, and your eyes lit up. The look on your face made him glad he was risking his usual drink for whatever you would make in its place.

"Really? Okay, do you want caffeine today? Cold or hot?" You were already writing faster on your little notebook, your excitement making Peter melt.

"Hot, it is freezing outside," he shuddered, making you laugh, "And you can choose caffeine or not. I trust you."

You smiled at that, "Sure thing. I'll be right back."

There was only one other customer in the cafe, an older man typing furiously on his laptop. Peter tried to pay attention to his own computer instead of watching you behind the counter, but he couldn't really help it.

You were pacing between machines and syrups, and he tried not to wince when he saw you were using quite a few different ones. To him, syrup meant sugar, and he needed to prepare himself to act like he would enjoy whatever you were making him.

"Ta-da!" It was only a few moments later that you were presenting the drink to him like a prize, your excited expression making him smile despite how...light the coffee looked. Still, no matter what it was - he didn't regret it in the slightest if it meant you were going to smile at him like that.

Peter took a sip and tried his best to keep his expression neutral, but it was way different from his normal drink.

"Wow, that's...that's great!" He tried, and you frowned.

"You totally hate it," you sighed, but you were hiding a smile.

"No, no, it's really good," he promised, but you were already laughing.

"Too sweet, huh?"

"Maybe a little," he winced, and you grinned wider.

"Then it's on the house, and I'll go make your usual right now instead."

He had to admit he was a little relieved when you brought him his usual drink, setting it in front of him with another chuckle. "I guess I should have remembered you're not a sugary guy."

"Hey, coffee is better without sugar," he defended himself, "Besides, that's what the coffee cake is for."

"Oh, let me grab it!" You hurried back to get it, almost making Peter laugh at your rush. "I'm sorry, I was so excited about your drink that I forgot."

"No worries," Peter chuckled, taking the bag from you and immediately looking at the pun you wrote.

Where have you "bean" all my life? He hoped his face wasn't red enough for you to notice. And he definitely wasn't going to read into that too much. You always made puns on the pastry bags...even if this was the first one that sounded like borderline flirting.

Surely that didn't mean anything.

"Do you want me to take that away?" You were stifling a laugh as you gestured to the other drink you made him.

"I feel bad wasting coffee, even if it is disgustingly sweet," he admitted, but he was grimacing at the thought of drinking it.

"I actually made it really sweet on purpose," you winked, and he thought he was going to die right there. "I know how much you hate sweet drinks and thought it would be hilarious to see your reaction."

"You...are evil," he finally managed to say, making you laugh, "How could you betray me like that?"

You held your hands up, "Hey, it was funny watching you scramble to tell me it was good!"

"I'm never coming back here again," he said dramatically, making you laugh even harder.

"Yes, you will. You like me too much to ever abandon me like Ned and MJ did," you teased, not knowing how true your words really were.

"Yeah, I suppose," Peter said carefully, making himself take a drink before he said anything stupid. "But I'm never letting you surprise me with a drink again. I never knew you could be so cruel."

"You're so dramatic," you laughed, picking up the drink you made him, "This is my favorite drink from here, I'm a little offended."

"If I didn't drink straight black coffee every day, I might've found it good," he tried, making you roll your eyes. "I'm very sorry for insulting your favorite drink. Please forgive me?"

"Fine, I guess," you sighed, "Enjoy your incredibly bland and boring coffee, Peter."

He scoffed as you walked away laughing, going to check in on the other customer. He forced his eyes back down to his computer, knowing that he would be in trouble if he spent his whole time here focusing on you instead of his school work.

Even if he wanted to do the former instead.

Peter was by himself again the next time he visited the coffee shop. This time it wasn't because Ned and MJ ditched him - in fact, he went by himself on purpose. For one, you never worked in the evenings, so it wouldn't matter if you were there, anyway. For another, it was nearly eleven at night and he needed to do last minute studying somewhere he could actually focus.

The cafe was quiet when he came in, and he didn't see anyone behind the counter. Whoever had the night shift was probably cleaning in the back, considering they would only be open for a few more hours.

Peter didn't rush to get his things out, though he was hoping someone would have heard the door bell and come to get his order. He needed something strong if he was going to get through the night.

It was only a few seconds later that he heard footsteps, but he didn't look up from his computer until they were right next to him.

"Late night studying?" Peter was already smiling in surprise at the familiar voice, looking up to meet your equally tired eyes.

"I-I thought you only worked in the afternoons," Peter said with raised eyebrows, a little embarrassed that you were seeing him like this. Frantic last minute studying wasn't exactly the best impression of himself.

"I took a long shift today," you shrugged, and Peter realized you really were just as tired as he was. "Coworker is sick, so they needed the help. Anyway, what can I get for you?"

"The usual," he smiled a little, "But with like four extra shots, please. I need to stay awake."

"I'm considering making one for myself," you agreed, "I'll be right back with that, Pete."

Luckily, you were already walking back to the counter and didn't see his face turn pink at that nickname. Unfortunately, more customers came in, most of them his age and likely also doing last minute studying for finals week. You were busy with other customers to the point where he couldn't talk with you much, but that was okay - you looked exhausted and he didn't want to make your shift any more difficult by bothering you.

He didn't know how much time had gone by until he realized you were on your way out.

"Your shift done already?" He asked as you passed by him without your apron or name tag, and you nodded.

"Yep, finally," you stifled a yawn, and he felt awful that you had to work so long, as if it was his fault. "Hopefully I can stay awake on the walk home."

"Walk home?" He repeated you, glancing at the time and seeing how late it was. "Wait two seconds."

You watched him curiously as he started quickly gathering his things up, only processing what he was doing after a second, "Oh, wait, you-you don't have to walk me home, that's really sweet but you said you had studying to do-"

"Trust me, that can wait," he zipped up his bag, slipping it on, "Besides, it's really late, I was just about done anyway. Do you...mind if I walk you home?"

You hesitated, not wanting to be a bother - but the look in his eyes convinced you to cave. "No, I'd like that, actually."

He smiled and held the door open for you, a soft "thank you" coming from your lips before you both headed out into the night air.

"How many hours did you work?" He asked as you both started walking down the street, almost afraid of the answer.

"About eleven," you winced at the expression on his face, "I know, that wasn't a great idea. But overtime, am I right?"

"I suppose," he chuckled, "Hopefully this is a one time thing, though?"

"I won't be doing again for a while," you shuddered, and Peter thought it was because of the idea of doing a long shift again. But then he realized you were holding your arms to yourself, and it was cold, and you had no jacket.

Peter hesitated for a moment before shrugging his jacket off, really hoping this wasn't crossing a line. "Here, it's freezing."

Your expression softened as he held his jacket out to you, "Are...are you sure? You only have that thin sweatshirt-"

"Please," he insisted, holding it out further, "You're only wearing a t-shirt and it's about to snow. The last thing you need is to get sick."

"Thank you, Peter," you smiled as you took it from him, sliding it on gratefully. "I guess I hadn't really planned on walking home this late when it was cold."

You immediately felt warmer, still hugging your arms to yourself as you warmed up. Maybe it was a good thing you left your jacket at home.

Peter let you lead the way, considering he had no idea where you lived. He assumed it was close by since you walked instead of taking the subway, and he found that it was a nice walk nonetheless. Despite that, he was racking his brain for something to say, wanting to talk to you in the spare time he had before you reached your place. Luckily, you spoke for him.

"So, what do you study that requires a textbook that massive?" You raised an eyebrow at the one book Peter couldn't fit in his bag, held between his arm and side.

"Biophysics," he held the book up, "It's hard, but I like it. What about you? Are you in college?"

He didn't realize how much he didn't get to know about you in the fleeting moments he had with you.

Between helping other customers and cleaning up tables, you two only got to talk briefly. He knew you liked to crack bad puns, you liked Star Wars because you complimented Ned's shirt once and expressed excitement for the new movie, and you read a lot based on the amount of times you would take a break and have a book in your hands.

Otherwise, he didn't know much - but he wanted to know it all.

"I'm actually taking a gap year," you smiled a little, "I wanted to save up for school and honestly, I hadn't really figured out what I wanted to do right after graduating. So right now it's just the cafe, I guess."

"That's great, actually," he grinned, "It would probably be hard to tackle a job and school at the same time."

Technically, if he wanted to count being Spider-Man as a job, then he was doing just that. But obviously he wasn't going to tell you that.

"I'll have to do that in the fall," you made a face that he found adorable, "But I'll probably just take less shifts. Still, it'll be nice to have some extra cash, I suppose."

"That's a shame, if I don't get to see you as often," he said without thinking, but luckily you laughed in response.

"That would be a shame," you agreed, your smile making him relax, "Though I'm sure I'll be there for late night studying just like you are."

He couldn't help but feel disappointed when you stopped walking outside an apartment building. The walk went way faster than he had hoped, but he was relieved to know you lived close by your job and you didn't have to walk through any sketchy areas to get back and forth.

"Well, this is me," you gestured a little awkwardly, making Peter grin. "Thanks for walking me home, Peter. That was really sweet of you."

"Anytime."

To his surprise you pulled him into a hug, and he tried not to get lost in it. He counted only a few seconds before he made himself pull away, already missing the feeling of your arms around him.

Okay maybe Ned was right - he was whipped.

"Thanks again," you smiled, "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Definitely," he breathed out, watching you give him a small wave as you entered your apartment building. He waved back, suddenly not feeling as tired as he was before. And he wasn't even upset that you forgot to give his jacket back.

In fact, he kind of hoped you would keep it.

Peter felt awful.

His side ached, he was pretty sure a nasty bruise was growing on his face, and he was losing energy. It was almost midnight and he had only fought the group of drug dealers because he thought there were three, which should've been a piece of cake.

But more came out of the shadows and even though he won and they were all carted away in police cars, he was beaten up pretty badly.

He sat down hard on the ledge of a building, ripping his mask off and sighing. Everything ached, and he knew he should go home, but the light of the cafe across the street distracted him.

It was your cafe, still open despite the late hour. He squinted as he noticed the worker cleaning tables, and he frowned when he realized it was you. He didn't see any customers, but also no other workers - were you in there by yourself?

He slipped his mask back on and leaped off the building, shooting a web to bring him to a more gentle landing. A pain still shot up his leg, and he winced, hoping his super healing would kick in soon.

Coffee. He needed coffee and a break and his energy back - that was why he was going in there. Not any other reason.

You looked up immediately when the bell rang, already behind the counter, but you froze when you realized just who was walking in.

Spider-Man. Freaking Spider-Man, who you never thought you'd meet in person in your entire life, had just walked into your coffee shop of all places. Despite not seeing his face, you almost thought he looked nervous, the way he hesitated before crossing his arms. Was this some kind of weird dream?

"Uh, hello," you finally spoke as you stared at him wide-eyed, your hand hovering over the cups, "Um...what can I...get for you?"

Peter resisted the urge to reply with 'the usual', luckily remembering at the last second that he was in his suit. In fact, he should probably order something different just to throw you off.

"Can I get a vanilla latte?" He clasped his hands together, "Please?"

"Sure thing," he found it cute how you scrambled to grab a hot cup and write his order on it. "Anything else?"

"And one of your Spider-Man cookies, of course. I've been told I look like that guy."

You chuckled at that, making Peter's heart skip a beat. He'd never get sick of that sound, he was certain of it. "That all?"

"Yep," he grabbed his card from one of his suit's pockets, "What do I owe you?"

"Oh, it's on the house," you waved your hand, "With everything you do for us everyday? It's the least I can do in return."

"I couldn't possibly-" Peter couldn't protest because you already left the register, starting work on his order and completely ignoring him. He just sighed, going to stand at the end of the counter and crossing his arms.

"Do you like latte art?" You asked as you were steaming the milk.

"Absolutely," he leaned against the counter, "What do you have in mind?"

You held the cup away from him, narrowing your eyes, "It's a surprise."

He sighed dramatically, making your mouth twitch as you tried not to smile. That was...a little familiar. It only took a few seconds for you to finish the design and be happy with it, and you slid it over the counter to him.

He took the cup, glad you couldn't tell how red his face was when he realized you had done latte art of...his mask.

"I love it," he looked back up to see your beaming smile, "You're really talented."

"Thank you," you did a little curtsy, making him laugh. You grabbed some tongs and got his cookie in a bag, handing that to him as well.

"Thanks," he took the bag, glancing around, "Are...are you the only one working tonight?"

"Yeah, my coworker has the flu," you frowned, eyeing the clock, "I've closed by myself before though, it's not so bad."

"This late at night?" He asked, not liking that at all.

"Are you about to give me a whole superhero speech about how I shouldn't walk home alone at night?" you crossed your arms, "I have...pepper spray."

"Still," he shook his head, plopping himself down in one of the seats. "I'll wait with you and walk you home."

"We're still open for another thirty minutes," you protested, "And then your drink will get cold! I'll be fine, seriously. But I appreciate the thought."

"I would feel really bad if I left right now and something happened," he shrugged, "Besides, you seem like nice company. Are you alright with me staying?"

You frowned, jumping up to sit on the counter. "Okay, fine. It was getting boring here by myself, anyway."

Without really thinking about it, he lifted his mask halfway as he had done several times on patrol when he was eating between fighting crime. He braced himself for the drink, hoping it wasn't as sweet as the one you made him the other day. Luckily, it wasn't too bad - though the vanilla was probably too much.

He noticed your eyes were trailing his jawline, and you almost laughed when his mouth turned down in a frown.

"Hey, don't be trying to sneak a peek," he pointed at you, making you roll your eyes, "Secret identities are secret for a reason, Y/N."

"Well, it's not like I could tell much from the bottom half of your face," you crossed your arms, but Peter didn't like the look in your eye. Maybe he should have just let his drink get cold. Surely you wouldn't recognize him? You had tons of customers every day.

"Have you ever had a vanilla latte before?" You asked suddenly.

"Course I have. It's my favorite," he lied, his mask's eyes narrowing as you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

"You don't seem to be enjoying it very much."

"I don't drink it that much," he tried, "Uh, gotta stay healthy, you know?"

"Sure," you got up from the counter, "I'm going to start cleaning up, but continue struggling to enjoy that latte."

"I-I am definitely enjoying this latte!" He protested, making you laugh as you went to the back.

It was quiet as he finished it, quickly finishing the cookie, too. You were humming as you cleaned the counters and the tables, adjusting things so they'd be ready in the morning. He was glad you didn't seem as tired tonight as you had the last night shift he encountered you on.

"I'm about ready to lock up," you told him after a little while, and he immediately jumped up. You grabbed your bag and to his surprise, shrugged on his jacket. He was glad the mask was covering up his undoubtedly red face, his chest feeling warm at the thought of you wearing his clothes.

He was in way too deep.

"So," he started speaking the second you locked the doors, feeling much more confident behind the mask. "What's your favorite flower?"

You gave him a funny look, "What?"

"Just curious. I like getting to know the citizens of the city I protect."

You smiled a little as you put your keys away. "So you ask them what their favorite flower is?"

"Among other things. So, what is it?"

He was grinning as you answered that question, and when you didn't hesitate to answer the next one he shot at you. It was a lie that he asked everyone this, but he wanted to know more about you, and he wasn't going to waste the chance on another short walk to your apartment.

And he loved listening to you talk, even if you didn't know it was him. Every little thing you said that gave him something more to know about you, he tucked away into a mental folder for later. You mentioned your favorite song, and he made a note to listen to it later. You told him your favorite color, and he scrambled to think of a shirt he could wear in that color.

These were things he hoped you would tell him as Peter, and he knew he could only do that if he finally shoved his fears away and asked you out. And he planned to - tonight had solidified that decision, and the next time he saw you, he would ask.

And hopefully it would work out how he wanted it to.

"This is me," you stopped outside your building, the deja vu hitting you both pretty hard.

"Thank you for letting me walk you home," Spider-Man bowed, making you laugh.

"And thank you for walking me home," your eyes sparkled like you knew something he didn't, making him nervous again. "It was a pleasure, Spider-Man."

"Have a good night, Y/N," he waved as he backed up, his chest feeling warm as you smiled back at him before heading into your building.

"I'm going to ask Y/N out."

"Finally," MJ groaned, much louder than Peter's whisper to her and Ned. "I'm sick of hearing you talk about her and not doing anything."

"Shh," he glanced over at where you were making a drink, glad the machines were too loud for you to have heard her say that.

"So, what are you going to do?" Ned asked, always the supportive friend.

Peter held up a napkin and a pen, "Leave a napkin note."

"Sweet," Ned gave him a fist bump.

"Are you gonna write a love poem?" MJ snickered, and Peter gave her a dirty look.

"No," he frowned, "I don't think that would go over very well. I suck at poetry."

"Not to mention that would be corny, and even though you are an incredibly corny person, I think that would be a little too far."

Peter ignored the other quips from MJ, focusing instead on what he was going to write that would hopefully make you want to say yes.

He made the note short and sweet, writing his phone number down at the end with shaking fingers. A note was probably the best way to do it - the last thing he wanted to do was put you on the spot, especially at your place of work. This was probably the best option he had to not make you uncomfortable if you didn't feel the same.

His heart ached at that idea, but he felt certain that you felt something toward him. Enough for him to put his heart on the line with this note.

Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but he would definitely be devastated if you didn't feel the same.

MJ and Ned had stacked their empty dishes up like they always did, and Peter folded the napkin and tucked it next to his cup instead of with the other trash so you'd see it. Considering he wrote your name on the note and that you were the only one working on the front end, he was sure no one else would take it by mistake.

"Are you going to wait for her to open it, or head out with us?" Ned asked, and Peter jumped up immediately.

"Definitely head out with you guys," he said quickly, "I'm sure she won't see it for a while, anyway."

His friends both agreed, and they headed out to spend the rest of their day on campus. It was nearing spring break and they were all going home soon, so they had decided to hang out for the day before splitting off.

He wished his mind was focused on spending time with his friends instead of wondering about that note.

Peter waited by his phone for ages. He tried to not make it obvious around Ned and MJ, but he kept glancing at it, waiting for that text. You probably had a long shift, and he was sure you didn't carry your phone on you while working behind the bar.

Still, several hours later, and his phone was still waiting for that text. As he was falling asleep, he was still staring at his phone, the disappointment and embarrassment feeling like it would eat him alive.

He clearly read it all wrong. Of course you didn't feel anything toward him, he was just a customer. You probably acted like that with everyone. He remembered telling Ned that you probably had someone in your life, or maybe you just weren't interested in him regardless

He was suddenly really thankful he left a note. At least it saved you from having to reject him, and it saved him from the embarrassment.

Still, it hurt more than anything else.

You were smiling when Ned and MJ came in, but it dropped when you realized it was just them. You loved their company, of course, but you were pretty disappointed that Peter wasn't with them.

"No Peter today?" You asked when you approached their table, hoping that wasn't too weird. But you missed seeing his usual smile among his group of friends, and it was strange for him not to be there.

"He's a little butthurt," MJ shrugged, "Boys tend to take it hard when a girl turns them down. He'll come around."

You felt your heart drop. "He...he asked someone out?"

You felt so stupid. He didn't like you like that - he was just really nice, and funny, and charming, and...it didn't matter. He asked someone else out, and you were angry at the thought that they rejected him. How could anyone not see how great he was?

Ned and MJ stared at you blankly, "Is that supposed to be a joke?"

"What? No," you said, lowering your notepad, "Am I missing something?"

"Y/N, he asked you out," Ned gave you a funny look.

"No he didn't," you said quickly, scrambling to remember the last few conversations with him. You would definitely remember if he asked you out, and you wouldn't have ever said no.

"He left his number and a note on one of the napkins," MJ tapped said napkins, making your heart drop again, "Didn't you see it?"

"I-" you tried to remember the last time he was in, "No, I-I must've cleaned it up without looking at it. Oh, no."

MJ burst into laughter while you put your head in your hands, "This is hilarious. Of course that would happen to him."

"Wait, so you wouldn't have rejected him?" Ned asked excitedly.

"No," you said quickly, waving your hands, "No, not at all, I'd love to go on a date with him. I-I can't believe this."

"Hey, we can fix this. I have an idea."

You had to wait for your shift to end, but a few hours later, you were standing in front of the door of the apartment building Ned had given you the address to. He also gave you the code, and you had double checked probably too many times that you had the right door, knowing it would be embarrassing if you knocked and anyone other than Peter answered.

Once you were sure, you knocked twice, stepping back a little and clutching the pastry bag tighter in your hands. Despite knowing that Peter shared your feelings, you couldn't help but feel kind of nervous. And bad that he thought you didn't feel the same because you weren't being observant when you cleaned up their table.

Peter answered the door after a minute, his eyes widening when he saw you standing there. It was silent for a second as he processed that, and you finally spoke.

"Hello," you couldn't help but smile brightly at his confused face.

"Hi..." he glanced around, "How-what is happening?"

"Ned told me your apartment number," you almost cringed, realizing now how weird that probably was that you just showed up at his place. "I messed up. Ned and MJ showed up today without you and when I asked why they explained and I feel awful. I didn't know you left me a note, or I would've answered it immediately and said yes."

Peter stared at you for a minute, "What? You mean...you never saw it?"

"No, when I was cleaning up the tables I didn't realize it was there," you winced, "Which was stupid. You guys always leave everything tidy and I should have realized there was a napkin out of place, but I didn't, and...I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," his mood changed quickly, his eyes brightening, "I probably should have thought about that. So...you would have said yes? To a date?"

You nodded, "I would love to go out with you, Peter. I figured the pastry puns I wrote on your bags were a hint enough."

"I-I couldn't really tell," he admitted, his smile widening. "Though maybe the last one should have been a dead giveaway."

"Well, this one definitely will be," you said a little nervously, holding up the pastry bag. He laughed at the pun you wrote on it, that familiar blush on his cheeks making you grin.

"I like you a latte too," he grinned with you.

"Open it."

Peter opened it curiously, chuckling when he realized you brought him one of the Spider-Man cookies.

"You shouldn't have," he said teasingly, making you laugh with him.

"Well, it matches your mask," you winked, while his expression dropped.

"What?"

"Come on," you shoved his shoulder a little, "You think I didn't recognize the bottom half of your face? Or your voice?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he forced a chuckle, but he was certain by the look on your face that you weren't buying it.

"Well, the obvious giveaway was that I wasn't wearing my name tag that night, and you still knew my name. Not to mention insisting on walking me home, that was classic Peter behavior. The way you were acting around me in general, actually. Did you really think I wouldn't realize?"

He let out a groan, making you laugh while he circled his arms around your waist into a hug that you happily returned. "I am really, really stupid."

"It was sweet," you smiled against his shoulder, "And I couldn't picture anyone else as Spider-Man."

It was silent for a minute, neither of you pulling away from the hug until Peter suddenly laughed. You gave him a curious look.

"Hey," he grinned at you, "We're the perfect blend."

"You're even worse than I am."

"Ah, you love it."

"Yeah, I love it a latte."

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vintagemulti · 3 years

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Polite

pairings: peter parker x reader

desc: you’ve always been the polite friend - peter wants to test your limits and have some fun.

warnings: a little cursing, sex mentions if you squint

a/n: first fic here on tumblr. jeez. this is weird. leave me some feedback if you want <3 if you want added to a taglist send an ask, if you have a request send an ask too!

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Being the polite friend was no easy task. It meant always being the one to thank parents, buy the group gifts, hold the doors. Of course, you didn’t mind, per say. Manners didn’t cost anything, and it wasn’t like you had to do it.

Well, maybe you did have to.

Your friends aren’t impolite, not by any stretch. But they always seem to be in a rush, Peter especially. He always seemed to be gone before anyone else, which left you to apologise for his missing manners.

Peter knew this. Oh, boy did he know this. He knew that “sorry” was something you said at least 400 times a day, even when it was someone else’s fault. And frankly he wanted to know just how polite you could be.

The idea had come to him during a particularly dull patrol, that maybe - just maybe, he could get you to be impolite. Just to him, just for a day.

He thought about it as he approached the school gates, already feeling slightly guilty after “forgetting” to meet you before school. This was going to be a long day.

“Y/N! Hey, Y/N!” He called, jogging over to your locker.

“Oh, hey Peter. Is everything ok? You didn’t show this morning.” You beamed at him, picking up a book.

“Uh, yeah. I’m good. May needed me to do something for her, I forgot to text you.”

You closed your locker, leaning against it. “It’s alright, don’t worry about it. What do we have first period?”

Peter was about to answer you, before he remembered the plan. He shrugged instead, although he knew you had AP English first.

Smiling back at him, you began to talk about your dream last night - something you did every morning before first period.

It was odd to you, that normally Peter seemed interested in what you were saying, but this morning he looked totally bored. His eyes wandering everywhere but you, his posture slacked. You knew better than to talk about something when you weren’t being listened to.

In reality, Peter was listening. He thought your dreams were amazing, how you could always remember them, down to the silly details. But he had to keep going. The urge to know if you could ever be remotely impolite was a little more important than Harry Styles being your fairy godmother.

“Are you sure you’re ok? You look sad.”

Peter snapped his eyes back to you, nodding a little. “I’m fine.”

“I’m always here if you-”

“Hey, Liz!”

Ok, that was rude. He did not have to interrupt you like that. What could you say? It was a pet peeve.

The brunette walked away, leaving you slack-jawed at your locker. Peter had never done that before.

Snapping your mouth closed, you swallowed the comment that was just about to slip out. No need to be impolite, Peter was probably just excited about something.

The bell rang as if on queue, and you pulled out your phone, scrolling to find your timetable. AP English, period one. That was strange, Peter always knew when you had English. It was the only class you weren’t in together. Weird.

You couldn’t think about it for long, as you felt someone bang into your shoulder, pushing you forward a little.

“Sorry!” You smiled to them, and noticed a familiar head of brown curls walking away.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

“MJ, is Pete ok? He’s been weird all day.” You set down your bottle of water, pulling out the chair next to Michelle.

“He seems fine to me. Weird how?”

“I dunno-” You reached down, pulling the maths textbook out. “Just not acting like Peter. How was he in first period?”

MJ turned to you, smirking. “It’s almost like you’re in love, Y/N.”

“No I am not. I just- I was just- You know what? Never mind. Probably a bad morning.”

She laughed a little, turning back to the board. “Ask him yourself. He’s in all your classes.”

You nodded, sighing a little. Maybe it was just a bad morning - spilt coffee or something.

Peter walked in the class, pulling a book from the box. He looked up at you, and instead of smiling he bit the inside of his cheek, something you’ve only ever known him to do when he’s angry.

He walked past you without a word, to his seat the row behind you. Again, you were left confused, normally he’d stop at your desk - ask you how first period was.

It was going to be a long day.

Of course, Peter was hating every moment of it. Having to be mean to you felt like a felony. He had always known you to be the sweetest, kindest person he had met, yes, he was a little in love with you, but who wouldn’t be? You were quite literally his dream girl. A guy can dream, right? But nonetheless, you were an angel - someone undeserving of rudeness. But it was quite funny to see your face, confused and clearly biting your tongue.

He wondered how long it would be until you snapped.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

By lunch you were teetering on the edge. For the whole day Peter had been a total asshole. Spilling water on your work, closing doors in your face, ignoring you even when you were stood right in front of him. It would take a flick to push you over at this point.

Peter felt bad. Beyond bad. He didn’t actually mean to ruin your project, he had known how hard you were working on it. Even then he was surprised that you apologised to him for getting in the way, and further you offered him another bottle of water. He was speechless.

MJ seemed to find it hilarious - she could clearly see was Peter was doing. But would she tell you? Nope. This could be interesting. Her attempts to explain Peter’s behaviour were fairly good, but none of them seemed to click for you.

After all, you’ve seen him at his worst. He’s came to you in the middle of the night with cuts and scrapes, all battered and bruised. Hell, you’ve even helped him study for his exams, which is not as easy as it sounds. Peter was a stress study-er. He would snap and lash out because he “just doesn’t understand why the world needs triangles”.

But this was new territory.

And the edge was closer than either of you thought.

Peter had just sat in front of you, but didn’t seem to show any signs of acknowledging that you even existed. Every time you spoke, he seemed to be set in interrupting you.

Ned raised a brow, just about as confused as you. “Peter, why are you being a dick?”

“What?” He laughed. “What do you mean?”

“Y/N. You’ve been a real asshole to her all day. I mean, there’s no-”

Hot. Hot, hot hot.

The coffee Peter just knocked all over you was hot. Why did the school have to sell coffee, why was it so HOT.

Consider yourself pushed.

“Oh, shit. Didn’t mean that.” Peter mumbled, grabbing a napkin from the tray.

“Oh did you accidentally ignore me all day? Trip me on the stairs? Slam a door in my face?” You snapped, standing up.

Today had to be the day you wore brand new jeans, brand new blue jeans. Sure, some interruptions you could handle. But this was too far.

“Y/N-”

“No, Peter. Ned’s right. I don’t know what you’re trying to prove - but you’re an asshole.” You breathed, pushing hair being your ear.

He gulped. Mission accomplished.

You mumbled something to MJ, picking up your bag, before heading to the cafeteria exit. That was money wasted, coffee never washes out. Not the smell, anyway.

“Y/N, where you going? I’m sorry!” Peter called behind you, barely audible through the noise.

You didn’t answer, just held up a middle finger. Asshole.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Thank god your parents were out of town, otherwise your mum would be giving you an earful right about now.

Having changed out of your jeans, leaving you in one of - ironically - Peter’s shirts (justification? It fit just right. Too big to wear out, too small for a sleep shirt.) and panties.

You hoped the school wouldn’t call home, MJ normally covered for you if you needed a day off, and being the class suck-up, the teachers probably wouldn’t mind one day off.

Scrolling through your phone was proving useless, leaving you unable to get Peter out your head.

He had been your best friend for longer than you could remember, every since you were children. You had always loved him, in more ways than one. First it was puppy love, then friendly love, best friend love, then the painfully unrequited kind.

You were sure he didn’t feel the same about you. He couldn’t. That’s what him being so mean had hurt - he had always been kind to you, even if no one else was.

Tap.

You locked your phone, checking to see if your were hearing things. Shaking your head, you picked it back up, opening it to-

Tap. Tap.

Ok. That’s a noise.

You were home alone, you knew that. Couldn’t be trees in the wind, you lived pretty high up. This was weird.

You stood up, instantly missing the warmth of your blanket. Walking towards your bedroom door, another tap came, from right behind you, at your window.

Turning, you sighed in relief was you saw a familiar red figure staring back at you.

Moving to the widow and pulling it open, you sighed as Peter fell into your room.

“Never have stuck that landing.” He mumbled, pulling his mask off.

“Why are you here?” You spoke, not looking him in the eyes.

“To apologise-” He was interrupted by your scoff. “I mean it, Y/N! I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I had this thought that if I was a jerk to you all day, maybe you’d.. Maybe you’d not be polite to me.”

You raised a brow. “That’s what this was about? You just wanted to me to like.. Not hold a door open or something? Peter-”

“No, it was more than that,” He took a step forward. “I- uh.. I wanted to see if I could make you mad at me, say something mean.”

“Why?” It came out as a whisper, as you finally made eye contact.

“It’s embarrassing.” Peter whined.

You tilted your head. “I’ve literally seen you puke all over my bathroom floor. It can’t be that bad, Parker.”

He clicked his tongue, mumbling something you couldn’t hear.

“What was that?” You stepped forward, leaving you two only a few inches apart.

“I- Jesus. Y/N..” He trailed, sighing.

“Come on. Spit it out.” You smiled. “No judgement.”

“No, you don’t-”

“Unless you like, abducted a child or something. Then I’d probably judge you.” You laughed, praying it would lighten the mood.

Peter fell silent, and your eyes went wide.

“Don’t tell me you’ve actually-”

It felt exactly like you imagined and more. You had dreamed of that day Peter would kiss you. Admittedly, this was not what you imagined, but it felt amazing.

He pulled away from you, taking a step back.

“Y/N- I- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Will you ever stop talking?”

You pulled him back in, feeling him relax under your touch, his lips moving against yours. He pulled you in, your hands finding their way up and around his neck, into his curls. It surprised you quite how good of a kisser that Peter was, considering he never had any long term relationships.

You pulled away first, resting your forehead on his, not opening your eyes yet.

“I really like you too, Peter.”

He laughed, moving his hands to cup your face. “I am sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to ruin your work.”

You shook your head, leaning into his touch. “My parents are gone for the week. I’m sure you’ll find some time to make it up to me.”

His brown eyes widened a little, but quickly filled with something - something that looked like love.

“I’ll buy you a new pair of jeans, too.”

“Is this a sugar daddy offer?” You smiled.

Peter laughed, moving his hand to your hair. “Just ‘cause I work with Tony Stark doesn’t mean I’m that rich.”

You mock pouted, turning your head to the side, only for Peter to push it back to face him.

“But hey - maybe one day.”

You giggled, a sound Peter could have listened to all day. So much for unrequited, huh?

The two of you stood for a moment, before Peter looked down at your body, noticing for the first time what you were wearing.

“Nice shirt, baby. Where’d you get it?”

You rolled your eyes. “From this asshole I know. He’s lucky I love him.”

“He sure is.”

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xoxoavenger · 3 years

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Safe

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: When Y/N's in danger, Spider-Man's the only one that can make her feel safe.

word count: 2247

warnings: mugging

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Y/N knew she shouldn't be walking home that late at night, but she didn't have a choice. She was shopping for a friend, so she was alone.

She knew this was going to happen. Of course, she hoped it wouldn't, but she knew she was going to get mugged. It's why she didn't bring important things with her.

This was so much worse than she had expected though. Before she even knew what was going on, her head had been hit in. She didn't even know what was happening. She could feel people manhandling her, but she couldn't fight back. Her head was swimming, so much so that she hadn't even noticed that she fell to the floor when the men started running, Spider-Man showing up.

"Y/N? Y/N, holy shit, are you okay?" Y/N had to be knocked off her rockers, because that was Peter's voice. But Peter wasn't here, just Spider-Man. Y/N mumbled something, something she didn't even know the contents of, and Spider-Man lifted her off the ground. It was windy where she was, she suddenly realized, but she was unsure why. If she were fully conscious, she would have realized that Spider-Man was swinging them all the way across town to bring her to his house. He couldn't bring her to her own house, because if her parents saw her in the state she was in, they would freak.

"Y/N, hey, can you hear me?" It was Peter's voice again, and then she was laid down on a warm bed. She saw his face, or at least she thinks she did. The adrenaline had run out and her head started hurting. Peter had taken off his mask, not caring if she found out his identity. "Oh my God, are you alright?" Y/N could barely hear him over the pain in her head. She felt sick, so she gagged. Peter picked her up, placing her by the toilet. He left her there to throw up while he grabbed her water, because she needed to be hydrated.

"Y/N! Y/N, wake up, baby." Peter yelled as he ran into the bathroom, Y/N passed out on the floor. "Wake up. Y/N, I need you to wake up!" Peter yelled. He wished he would have brought her to the hospital as she opened her eyes. He hoped she would be okay, he hoped it was just a concussion.

"Should we go to the hospital? I can swing you to the hospital." Peter said, bringing her into his arms.

"It's just a concussion." She mumbled, leaning into Peter. He held her close, practically crying at this point.

"God, Y/N, I was so scared." Peter whispered, throat tight as he tried not to let all his tears out.

"You're Spider-Man?" Y/N asked, putting a hand on his chest. Her head was still banging, but throwing up seemed to of helped. She wanted to sleep, but she knew with her concussion she shouldn't.

"Uh, yeah, yeah I am." Peter answered, sniffling, and Y/N smiled, putting a hand on his face. She brought him down to kiss her, and she felt sparks fly when their lips locked.

"Be careful, okay, Peter?" Y/N asked, wiping his tears.

"I should be saying that to you." Peter said, and Y/N shook her head.

"No, I have Spider-Man to protect me now." Y/N told him, and he chuckled, rolling his eyes. He stood up slowly with Y/N in his arms, placing her on his bed. She tried to grab onto his suit, but there was nothing to grab, him still being in his suit. She whined, rolling over and closing her eyes. Peter threw a shirt at her, and she tiredly took off her clothes and put the shirt on, throwing the other clothes off the bed. Finally she felt him sliding into bed with her, making her smile and forget all about the fact that she was supposed to be home an hour ago.

Y/N had woken up happy, in Peter's arms, but then her head began aching once more. She realized belatedly that Peter had woken her up, and she wanted to slap him silly. She was now facing him, legs entangled.

"Why did you wake me up? It's still dark outside." Y/N mumbled, and Peter wiped her hair off her face as she closed her eyes again, cuddling into him.

"I have to wake you up every two hours to make sure you're okay, so you don't go into a coma." Peter told her, and Y/N grumbled. Her head hurt so bad, she was unsure how she would go back to sleep through the pain.

"I don't know if I can go to sleep." She mumbled after a little bit, and he hummed as he rubbed her back, moving her closer to him.

"You're just too good to be true," He sang, making Y/N smile. "Can't take my eyes off of you,"

Y/N finally woke up for real, and she freaked, reaching for her phone when she realized it was light outside. She was supposed to go home last night and she never showed. Her phone had been taken in the mugging, so her parents had no clue where she was. She went to wake up Peter, barely able to shake him when she heard a knock on the door. She knew who it was before the door even opened.

"Hello, May, I'm sure my daughter is here, could you bring her out?" Her mother said, and Y/N looked at Peter, both of them blinking at each other before Y/N pushed Peter off the bed.

"I don't believe she's here." May said, and Peter popped up, looking at her like she was crazy. She threw a pillow at him.

"Just pretend to be asleep." Y/N whispered, stuffing her face into a pillow.

"Can we please just check?" Her mother said, and Peter shot up. Y/N looked at him, his eyes wide.

"I don't have any clothes on!" Peter said, looking at his boxers. Y/N tore her shirt off, which was his he had given her, and threw it at him, grabbing the sweatshirt she knew was under his bed and putting it on before laying back down.

"Yes, of course, let's see." May said, and Y/N could hear their steps getting closer. She evened her breaths, pretending to be asleep.

"Peter," May mumbled, opening the door. Y/N turned to the door, pretending she had just woken up. "Jesus, Peter, put on some clothes." May said, and Peter shot up, running to his dresser to pull on sweatpants.

"Mom?" Y/N asked, rubbing her eyes. She realized that hurt, and when she looked at the adults their faces held shock.

"Y/N, what happened?" Her mother shrieked, and May flipped on the light. Y/N looked at Peter as her mother put her hands on her face. Y/N had two bruised eyes from being beat in, but at least the back of her head had hair to cover those bruises.

"I was mugged last night, Mom. I'm sorry. I lost my wallet and my phone." Y/N told her, and Peter nodded, knowing he had to take over the story from here.

"She came to my door, practically dead at that point. I helped her, woke her up every two hours so she wouldn't go into a coma, and she's fine. I'm sorry I didn't inform you guys." Peter said, and Y/N smiled, putting a hand over her mom's.

"I'm okay, Mom. Thanks to Peter."

When Y/N was finally allowed to go back outside, she seemed to run into Spider-Man more than she had in the past. It's not like she was complaining, she loved knowing Peter was under the mask, making sure she was okay.

"Why hello, ma'am." Spider-Man said, dropping down onto the sidewalk next to Y/N. She smiled, blushing all the way past her ears.

"Hi, Spider-Man. Shouldn't you be saving someone?" Y/N asked, enjoying the way people stared as she walked down the sidewalk with the walking red spandex.

"Excuse me, I'm saving you. You shouldn't be walking home on your own." Spider-Man said in a scolding tone. Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Well, Spider-Man, it's daylight and crowded, I'm pretty sure no one will try to mug me again." Y/N said, and Spider-Man's hand made it's way to her lower back. "Wow, you may be a hero, but I have a boyfriend." Y/N swatted his hand away, and she could hear Spider-Man scoff light heartedly.

"Um, okay. What does he have that I don't?" Spider-Man asked, and Y/N giggled as she opened the door to her apartment building.

"Well, for starters, he saved my life."

"Fancy seeing you here." Spider-Man dropped down into a seat across from her outside at the cafe.

"Wow, Spider-Man. What are you doing here?" Y/N asked, sounding annoyed and taking a sip of her drink.

"Well, I was in the neighborhood. What are you doing here alone?" Spider-Man asked, and Y/N cocked her head to the side as she stared straight into his eyes.

"I was waiting for my boyfriend. Seems he won't be coming." Y/N said, standing and leaving him alone at the table. Her and Peter were supposed to be on a date, and he was half an hour late.

"Y/N, I'm sure he had a good reason-"

"It seems he chose work over me." Y/N crossed her arms as she walked, Spider-Man following.

"Give him a second chance, let him make it up to you." Spider-Man told her, and she stopped on the busy sidewalk, looking up at Spider-Man.

"Take me around town, Spider-Man." She said, grabbing his shoulders. She could tell he was smiling under the mask as he lifted her up, placing a web and pulling them off the ground.

"I told you that I don't want to go to the mall Sunday. We're out right now, so we can go right now." Y/N said to MJ as they walked down the sidewalk.

"Hello there, Y/N." Spider-Man dropped down next to her, making her blush as she turned to see MJ gawking as they walked.

"Hi, Spider-Man." Y/N smiled, almost giggling as their hands brushed. She was giddy from the fact that Peter was literally flirting with her in front of her friend as Spider-Man.

"Would you like to go on a date, or do you still have that boyfriend?" Peter asked, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

"I still have a boyfriend." Y/N said, the smile not being able to be wiped off her face.

"Hm. Call me when that changes." Spider-Man said, kissing her cheek through the mask and swinging away.

"Did Spider-Man just flirt with you? He knows your name." MJ gushed.

"Yeah, he kinda just shows up. He saved my life, ya know." Y/N told her, and MJ gasped.

"Does Peter know about this?" She asked, and Y/N smiled.

"He has an idea, yes. But he knows I'd never cheat on him." Y/N said, making MJ stare at her as they walked.

"Girl, you have Spider-Man pinning for you and you're still with Peter?" MJ teased, and Y/N shrugged.

"Well, Peter has saved my life just as much." Y/N said, and MJ hit her with her side.

"You're such a sap. Only you would have a literal super hero pinning after her with an amazing boyfriend."

It was late at night, but Y/N was walking home anyway. She knew it was a bad idea, because of what happened last time she was out late, but it wasn't nearly as dark. The sun had just set, so she figured everything was fine.

It was not fine, and instead she was caught up with a man.

"Let me take you home." The man who was at least twice her age said. Y/N rolled her eyes, looking around for Spider-Man.

"I'm not interested." Y/N said, wishing the streets were more crowded. Or at least had peopled more than a couple every block.

"I didn't ask if you were interested." The man said, grabbing her arm. Y/N tried to yank herself away, but the man tightened his grip.

"Let go!" Y/N yelled, trying desperately to get out of his grip. He was pulling too, and she was trying to keep herself in the same place, hoping someone could come.

"Just come on!" He grunted, and suddenly Y/N fell backward with her weight when he let go. She hit the ground, wrist breaking her fall. It hurt, but she immediately forgot about it when she saw Spider-Man beating the guy up. She watched helplessly as the guy stopped moving, and Peter finally finished before turning toward her.

"Y/N, oh my God, are you okay?" Peter asked, running to her and placing his gloved hands on her face, holding it. Y/N stared at him, with what Peter could only describe of as raw fear.

"He-he was gonna-"

"It's okay, baby, you're okay. I'm here." Peter brought her into his arms, holding her close. "Please don't ever walk home alone at night again, I can't lose you." Peter said, throat tight as he cried.

"I love you so much, Peter." Y/N said. Peter's arms felt safe, the most safe she had ever been. He had been there to save her twice. He saved her.

"Oh God, Y/N, I love you too. So much. God, I love you, I can't go through this again." Peter said, standing and webbing his way to his apartment with her in his arms, lifting them off the ground.

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Pairing: Shy!Peter Parker x Reader

Request by @satanswitchings : reader asks a very shy Peter to help her with her math homework. They become close, but Peters feelings get hurt when reader won’t admit they’re friends in school

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“Hey, wait up.”

Peter stopped in his tracks when he heard your voice from behind him in the hallway. He turned around slowly just as you caught up to him. You gave him your million dollar smile and ran your fingers through your hair, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“It’s Peter, right?” You asked, but you knew the answer. He’d sat in front of you in math half the year and though he never raised his Ahmed or participated in class, he aced every test. The same, however, could not be said for you.

Peter gulped and nodded rapidly, not trusting his voice enough to speak.

“Cool.” You smiled. “So, I have no idea what we just learned. I paid attention and took notes but it still doesn’t make sense to me. I um, I saw you got a 100 on the test. Are you good at math?”

It took Peter a minute to process what you had even said. He was focusing so hard on listening that he didn’t listen at all. He blinked a few times and forced himself to nod, internally kicking himself for being too shy to speak.

“Well, I’m not. Like, at all.” You sighed and shifted your books in your arms. Peter’s eyes clocked the math test on top of your notebook with a failing grade. “I was wondering if you could help me out with the homework? Logarithms for right over my head.”

Peter made sure to listen this time and wordlessly took off his backpack. He went into his red math folder, because math is red, and handing you his completed homework. Your eyes widened in surprise at how easy it was to get it as you looked over the sheet.

“Oh, thanks. I’ll see you-“ You looked up to thank him but he was already gone.

“-later. What a little weirdo.” You chuckled to yourself and put his homework in your folder.

“Who was that?” Your friend Gwen came up to you to ask as she squinted her eyes in Peters direction.

“I don’t know. Some boy in my math class.” You lied. “He gave me his homework though.”

“Nice. I love getting nerds to help me.” She nudged you teasingly with her elbow.

“You’re such a bitch. I love it.” You teased her back as you walked to your next class.

You were walking by the library the next morning when you spotted Peter inside, sitting alone at a table. You went in and took the seat across from him, chuckling a little as he slowly looked up at you in disbelief. A blush spread from the bridge of his nose all the way down his neck as you smiled at him.

“Hey. Thanks for letting me copy it.” You greeted him as you gave him back his math work.

“N-no problem.” He stammered, not looking at you as he put in back in his folder.

“Ahh. So you do speak.” You commented, pleasantly surprised to hear his voice for the first time. He gave you a weak smile and quickly looked away, eyes going back to his Spanish homework. You noticed what he was doing and furrowed your eyebrows. His homework was barely done and it was due later that day. You knew because you were in the same class and breezed through it the night before.

“Is that for Señor Kuhn’s class?” You nodded towards his paper. He looked at you quickly and nodded as he toyed with the cap of his pen.

“You know it’s due today, right?” You asked just to make sure he knew.

“Spanish isn’t my speciality.” He said softly as he brushed some hair out of his eyes.

“Really?” You wondered. “I thought everything was your specialty.”

You knew Peter was a smart kid, some might even call him one of the schools nerds. It surprised you to hear he also struggled with schoolwork.

“I, um, can’t really figure things out without an equation.” He was barely audible but you still heard him. He was painfully shy, and that made him all the more endearing to you.

“Well, Spanish is kinda like an equation.” You told him. “You add the subject to the verb to get the conjugate. Like, this is your homework and you didn’t do it. No hiciste la tarea. I did do the homework. Hice la tarea. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah.” He smiled a little. “Kinda.”

“Here.” You took out your Spanish homework and handed it to him. “You can copy mine. I owe you one for the math homework.”

“Thanks.” He didn’t look at you as he accepted the paper, but his tone told you he was grateful.

“You can look at me, you know.” You chuckled. “You won’t turn to stone or anything.”

Peter’s face flamed red again as you acknowledged his shyness. As much as he wanted to talk to you, he didn’t know how. The words came to mind but died in his throat, leaving him speechless.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” You asked softly, but not meanly. Peter shook his head as he slowly looked at you, a sheepish look on his face.

“Not really.” He mumbled.

“Thats okay.” You shrugged. Talkings overrated. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you around?”

Peter nodded eagerly at you as you stood up from the chair. You waved at him, and he weakly waved back. As soon as you were out of sight, he banged his head on the desk a few times out of embarrassment. The girl he’s been crushing on since third grade had finally noticed him and he couldn’t hold it together long enough to speak to her. He picked his head up and sighed, eyes flickering over to your Spanish homework. He smiled a little at your unmistakable handwriting before picking up the paper and copying the answers down.

This was the first of my many homework trade offs. He’d give you the math homework and you’d give him the Spanish, an arrangement that benefited the both of you.

“Peter.” You came up to him the following week. “Did you happen to do the math homework last night? I got up to number 7 and my mind shut down. It was totally lost on me.”

Peter silently handed it to you, already having it ready since he knew he’d run into you between classes.

“Thank you so much.” You sighed in relief. “I have the spanish, if you need it.”

“Thanks.” Peter mumbled as he took the Spanish from you. “Bye.”

“Bye.” You called after him, but he had already run away.

He came to your locker the next morning with the math homework in his hand, wordlessly holding it out to you.

“Oh my God, thanks.” You took it and slipped it into your folder. “Stay here, I’ll get the Spanish.”

Peter stood there in silence as you began to rummage through your locker. He peered inside, smiling to himself at all the pictures of you and your many friends you had hanging up. Your lives couldn’t be more different, but this single thread tied you together.

“Are you on the Decathlon team?” You asked suddenly as you took out your Spanish folder. Peters face flushed as he nodded, too shy to speak. You got the homework out but didn’t give it to him just yet, knowing he’d run away once you did.

“Is it fun?” You asked. “I almost signed up freshman year until I found out you have to take a bus all the way to Washington DC every year. I get crazy motion sickness.”

“It’s fun. I- I like it.” He stammered, surprised at you making small talk with him. Though you’d never admit it to your friends, you liked Peter. You liked him a lot, in fact. He was far better than the jocks you had pinning after you. You appreciated his help with homework, but you wanted more from him. Despite his obvious shyness, you were determined to get a conversation out of him.

“That’s cool. Do you do any other clubs?” You kept the conversation going just to keep him there.

“Marching band and robotics.” He told you, speaking a little louder now.

“Wow. So you’re like a total nerd, huh?” You joked as you shut your locker. Peter opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His ears turned pink as he struggled to talk to you.

“Relax. I’m just teasing.” You assured him as you squeezed his arm. “I think robotics are cool. Have you built one yet?”

“I’ve built a few.” He nodded. “It’s probably not the kind of robots you’re thinking of, though. It’s mostly machines that can complete basic tasks.”

“That’s the most I’ve ever heard you speak at once.” You smiled happily. “Here’s the Spanish.”

“Thank you.” He mumbled through a smile as he took it. “Uh, I’ll see you later. Bye.”

And with that, Peter bolted away without another word. You laughed to yourself at his odd behavior before one of your friends came up to you.

“Hey girl.” She greeted. “Who was that?”

“No one.” You lied again, wondering briefly why you even did it. “Let’s go to homeroom.”

In a slight change of events, Peter was the one to approach you the following week. He spotted you in the library and had every intention of minding his own business when he realized you were crying. He couldn’t be totally sure because you had your hands over your face, but your body language told him you were very upset. He took a deep breath and smacked himself on the cheek before walking up to your table.

“Hey.” He said softly, startling you a little as you looked up. You quickly wiped your face free of tears and gave a weak smile, gesturing for him to sit down.

“Hi.” You nodded, averting your eyes so he couldn’t tell how glassy they were.

“You okay?” He asked as he slid a packet of tissues towards you. You laughed sadly as you accepted the packet, quickly taking one out to dry your eyes.

“This is so embarrassing.” You sniffled. “I cannot understand this math for the life of me. You know I got a 67 on the last test? I’m gonna fail this class.”

“You won’t fail.” Peter assured you. “You just need to practice.”

“I try to but I get frustrated when I can’t understand the problem and then I stop. How is it so easy for you?” You asked desperately.

“The same way Spanish is easy for you.” He said. “Different people have different skills.”

“But math is a basic skill that we learned when we were five. The teacher told me if I fail one more test, I’m gonna go to summer school. I’m so stupid.” Yoh began to cry again, turning your face so he wouldn’t see. Peter felt a strong urge to walk away due to his inter hatred of awkward situations, but he felt a stronger urge to comfort you. He got out of his seat and took the one beside you instead, placing a gentle hand over yours. You turned your head sharply in his direction at the unexpected contact, eyes flickering from your hands to his face.

“You’re not stupid.” He said at the loudest you ever heard him.

“Then why can’t I get this?” You whispered.

“Um, I…I don’t…” Peter struggled to find the words to say to make you feel better. He frowned and shook his head, cursing himself for being shy.

“It’s okay, Peter.” You said suddenly. “I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this. I’m sure you have your own things to deal with, you don’t need me to burden you with mine.”

“You’re not being a burden.” He found the words this time. “Doing the homework is what helps me remember how to solve the equations. Since you’re just copying my work, you’re not getting the extra practice.”

“You’re probably right. Actually, I bet you’re exactly right.” You sighed as you looked down at the math you’d been trying to figure out for the last hour. You chewed your bottom lip as you through about what he said and came up with a solution.

“Could I get your number?” You asked him. “Maybe it’ll help me if you explain the homework to me instead of just giving me the answers.”

“Oh, sure.” Peter gulped nervously as he took out his phone, handing it to you with shaking hands. You typed your number into it, smirking at his Lock Screen, a picture of him and Mr. Stark.

“Cute background.” You mumbled as you handed his phone back. “You can put your number into mine as well. I have a feeling you’re not one for texting first.”

“That’s, um, that’s true.” He laughed shyly as he put his number in your phone. “You may be struggling with math, but you’re excellent at reading people.”

“I do my best.” You shrugged. “I’ll talk to you later, Peter.”

Just as you promised, a text from you appeared on Peters screen later that evening.

“Hey Peter. It’s Y/n.”

Peter gulped nervously and picked up his phone, thumbs dancing over his keyboard as he thought of a response.

“Hi. Need help with math?” He texted back.

“Eager to get started I see. We could talk first, you know.” You teased him, hoping he would get your sarcasm through the text.

“About what?” He asked, having literally no idea what a girl like you would possibly want to talk about with a boy like him.

“Idk. Our days, the weather, the fictional character from our childhood that we projected on. Whatever you want to talk about.” You sent, making him laugh.

“I have nothing to say.” He wrote back. He knew it sounded lame, but he was being honest.

“Then I’ll start. What’s your favorite fruit?” You texted. The random quetsion made him chuckled as he rolled over and hugged his pillow.

“Strawberries.” He answered back.

“This is the part where you ask me what my favorite fruit is. That’s how a conversation works.” You wrote, poking fun at him once again.

“I’m not good at conversations.” He reminded you, a cheeky smile on his face.

“So I see. Come on, Peter. Let me pick that pretty little brain of yours.”

Peter rubbed his face as he grinned, blushing over you once again.

“I already told you I like strawberries. Idk what else I can say. That’s basically my whole personality right there.” He texted you, letting a little bit of his personally shine through.

“Hark! 😳Is that a sense of humor? You’re three dimensional after all” You wrote back.

“I have a glimmer of a personality every now and then” He laughed as his own joke as he texted you.

“I’m shocked. I thought you were just the token cute but shy background character that gets his arc in the third season” You sent. Peter let out a shaky breath when he read that you called him cute. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were flirting.

“Oh I’m much more. I only think about the way I said “here” during attendance for HALF the day now. Used to be much longer 😏”

You laughed out loud when you read his text, loving that he was finally showing you his personality.

“Say less 🙈😍” You texted back.

“Sometimes I hold eye contact when I’m really feeling wild” He wrote you.

“BABY stop you’re turning me on”

“One time I coughed in class instead of holding it in even though I already coughed a few minutes before” Peter was feeling much more comfortable with you now, your reaction to his texts giving him the confidence to go on.

“You’re such a bad boy 🥵 Do you ever ask to go to the bathroom during class?”

“Never 😉” He sent, making you giggle.

“That’s so hot 🥴” You texted him, imagining the blush it would put on his face.

“I’m glad you think so. I’m just a little 👉👈”

You sat up in bed and laughed loudly, falling in love with him with every text. It’s always the people you don’t expect who make you smile the most.

“BAHHAA I cannot believe you. You should talk more!! You’re actually really funny” You texted him, hoping he would listen. If he had been this open in school, you would’ve noticed him years ago.

“You mean I’m not just a pretty face? 😔🥺” He stole your joke from before. It was a minute before you answered, his heart pounding as he waited.

“You’re that too” You finally said, making him smile.

“Don’t get used to this.” He told you. “It’s a lot easier to talk over text. It may be months before I make eye contact with you”

“Well lucky for you I’m a patient person”

“Are you ready to do the math now?” He asked, feeling his social better beginning to drain.

“Yes I’ve gotten my Peter fill. Can we FaceTime?” You asked and his heart skipped a beat. Not knowing what to say, he turned to humor.

“Sure but I’ll only show my ceiling and barely speak 🥰” He wrote. You let out a breathy laugh and shook your head at his antics.

“That’s okay.” You sent. “I’m calling you now”

Peter sat up in bed and swiped his hands through his hair to tame it before your contact lit up on his screen. He took a deep breath before clicking the answer button.

“Hey. What are you doing?” Your smile appeared on his screen. Your phone was propped up against something as you sat at your desk, homework all out in front of you. A smile tugged at Peter’s lips as he saw a glimpse into your room, and you think thinking the exact same thing. Your walls were full of pictures of friends and his were full of decathlon posters. They were different, but different was okay.

“I’m just laying in bed.” Peter told you. Only his eyes could be seen from his camera and as promised, you were looking at his ceiling.

“Aw. Without me?” You teased and shot him a wink. Peter’s face flamed red before he disappeared from your screen all together. You let out a laugh at the surprised squeak he made as he struggled to find words to say.

“Wait, come back.” You chuckled. “It’s so fun to flirt with you because of how red you get but I genuinely fear you’re gonna have a heart attack. Does your family have a history of heart problems?”

“No.” He answered your joke question seriously.

“Okay.” You nodded in satisfaction. “Then you looked really cute today.”

Peter’s face left the screen again but you heard him let out a flustered laugh, which made you laugh as well.

“Let me see your face.” You whined as you leaned your cheek on your hand.

“No.” Peter laughed. “Open your textbook to page 56. There’s a good practice test I want you to do.”

“Okay, I see it.” You found the page and looked over the question. “How do you do number one?”

Your face timing sessions became a nightly routine as you tutored each other in your respective subjects. Peter eventually worked up the courage to ask you to come over to study for midterms, which you gladly accepted. Even after you got an 81 on the midterm, you continued to go to his house twice a week for studying. Two months later, he had become one of your best friends, even if he was still a little shy around you.

“I think of it as BAE.” Peter explained, lying on his stomach beside you on his bed. “Base, answer, exponent. Do you want to try this one?”

“Okay.” You nodded and took the pencil from him. “The base is 2. The answer is 8. And the exponent is 3?”

“That’s right.” Peter smiled but didn’t look at you. “You got it.”

“Finally.” You sighed in relief. “Do you think I’ll be ready for the test on Friday?”

“I think so.” He nodded as he wrote down another problem.

“I think so?” I need to hear your confidence, Peter.” You urged as you nudged him with your elbow.

“Fine.” He spoke up. “You’re going to ace this test, I know it. You are going to ace this test because you are smart and capable and I’m so proud of you.”

A shocked smile lit up your face at Peter’s words of encouragement.

“Wow. That was almost a normal volume. I’m impressed.” You remarked.

“Shut up.” He mumbled through a laugh as he went back to his equation.

“Sorry. I’m just teasing.” You assured him. “You can speak at whatever volume you want.”

Peter looked up from his notebook and smiled softly at you, holding your gaze for a moment before returning to his work.

“Hey.” You smiled in realization.

“What?” He wondered.

“You looked at me.”

“I always look at you.”

“Yeah, but you held eye contact with me.” You gushed. “You don’t normally do that.”

“I guess I’m getting more comfortable around you.” He shrugged bashfully as he averted his eyes. You knew he was getting overwhelmed, so you didn’t push the subject. It still meant the world to you, though, as he was finally coming out of his shell.

“Good.” You mumbled. “Good, I’m glad.”

Peter looked at you again with a shy smile, and you looked back. As you stared at each other, you saw his eyes drop to your lips before returning to your eyes. You picked up his signal and leaned in a little, but he quickly looked down and away. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and cleared your throat to hide your disappointment from him.

“Um, so do you want to start Spanish?” You suggested, not wanting to spend another minute in that moment.

“Y-yeah.” He stammered. “Let’s start Spanish.”

You walked into school the next day with a heavy heart after Peter rejected you. Being in the popular crowd, you were usually the one doing the rejecting. You had always assumed Peter wasn’t making the first move because he was shy, but now you knew it was because he didn’t feel the same. Your friends were already waiting for you at your locker, so you painted on a smile and let it go.

Peter spotted you at your locker and could immediately tell something was off. He knew you well enough to know when your smile was forced and he was a sneaking suspicion that he was the reason why. He hadn’t meant to dodge your kiss the night before. He wasn’t even entirely sure you were leaning in for one, which is why he short circuited and pulled away. He’d been beating himself up over it but had an idea of how to make it right. You were always encouraging him to be bolder in school, and he couldn’t think of anything bolder than walking up to you while you were with the popular kids. Before he could lose his nerve, he walked up to you and cleared his throat.

“Hi, Y/n.” He said a little louder than he was used to, surprising the both of you.

“Uh, hi Peter.” You looked at him briefly and quickly looked back at your friends. You couldn’t hear what they were saying anymore because of the range of emotions you were going through. You were frankly a little pissed at Peter for pulling away from the kiss, but you were also proud of him for having the courage to come up to you at school. That pride was currently being overshadowed by embarrassment as your friends gave you strange looks for talking to him. On any other day, you would’ve been happy to talk to him in public. But him pulling away from your kiss and then talking to you was sending you mixed signals that frustrated you to the point where you didn’t even want to speak to him.

“Um, do you think we could meet an hour later that usual today?” He asked sheepishly. “I have a feeling band practice is gonna run late.”

Your friends looked at you in amusement and one of them made kissy faces in your direction. Your face heated up in embarrassment and you decided you needed to get rid of Peter as quickly as possible.

“Sure. Whatever, that’s fine.” You said quickly, hoping he’d get the message and leave.

“Did have any trouble with the practice problems I gave you?” He asked and your jaw almost dropped. Your friends raised their eyebrows at you, looking for answers you didn’t want to give them.

“No.” You stated bitterly.

“Practice problems?” Gwen snickered and looked at you questioningly.

“It’s nothing.” You assured her before looking at Peter. “Is there something else you needed?”

“No.” He said, shocked by your bitter tone. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah.” You nodded vaguely and turned back to your conversation. Peter took that as his cue to leave and began to wonder if the way he was feeling was how he had made you feel the night before. If it was, he understood why you didn’t want to talk to him.

“What was that?” Your friend laughed tauntingly, making the rest of the group laugh as well.

“Nothing.” You dismissed quickly. “Let’s just go to class.”

Peter was already waiting for you in your room when you got home, the sight of him making you let out an angry huff.

“What was that?” You demanded with your hands on your hips.

“What?” Peter asked curiously as he looked up from him his notebook.

“This morning. You totally embarrassed me in front of my friends.” You whined.

“How did I embarrass you? All I did was talk to you.” He pointed out, hurt evident in his voice.

“Yes, and that’s how you embarrassed me.” You stated. “They don’t need to know that you and I are hanging out all the time and they certainly didn’t need to know that you’re giving me practice problems. Now they’re gonna think I’m stupid.”

“You’re not stupid for needing help.” He said quietly.

“But they don’t get that. I never wanted them to know about this, or us, or any of it.” You explained. “What you and I do in private is between us. You can’t just come up to me and act like…”

“Like we’re friends?” He finished your sentence as he stood up from your bed. Your face fell when you realized how bad it sounded. The hurt look on your best friends face, a look you put there, made your anger evaporate. You realized almost immediately that you were in the wrong and shouldn’t be scolding him.

“Peter, please don’t do this. You know I care about you. Love you, even.” You walked to him and put your hands on his shoulders. “You’re my best friend within these four walls. But when we’re at school, people expect me to be friends with girls like Gwen and boys like Flash. People like you and me don’t really hang out, you know?”

“And I expect you to be kind.” He snapped as he pushed your hands off. “Should I not do that? Are you not capable of that?”

“Why are you yelling at me?” You stepped back from him, knowing he was getting overwhelmed. “I’ve never heard you raise your voice above a mumble.”

“I’m yelling because I’m hurt.” He yelled, voice cracking at the end. “Are we even friends? Do you regard me as that much or am I just a tutor to you?”

“What are you talking about? Of course we’re friends.” You reached for him again but he pulled away.

“Well you’re being a bad one.” Peter shot back. Your face twisted in pain as he stared at you, both of your chests heaving. Peter tore his eyes away from you and went into his backpack, quickly getting out his math folder.

“Here.” He took your practice test from his folder and held it out to you. “You got them all right.”

You took the test and looked at in in disbelief, momentarily forgetting about the fight. You’d never gotten all of the questions right before. You looked up in time to see Peter leaving with his backpack.

“Where are you going?” You grabbed his arm gently to stop him.

“Home.” He told you. “You don’t need tutoring anymore so I have no reason to stay.”

“We can still hang out. You’re not just my math tutor.” You made a desperate attempt for him to stay as the weight of your actions hit you. Peter laughed darkly before looking up at you, an amused look in his eyes.

“Would you ever admit that outside this room?” He asked.

“I…”

“Then I am just your tutor.” He spat. “Goodbye.

Peter managed to avoid you the next morning, dodging you all together until math class. You knew you had to focus on the test and not your fight, but all you wanted to do was make up with him. Once the tests were over and handed in, you took your shot.

“Hey.” You whispered as you poked him with your pencil. “How do you think you did?”

Peter didn’t turn around, which you partially expected.

“I bet you did really well.” You tried again. “I actually think I did well too, thanks to you.”

Again, silence.

“Peter, please talk to me. I’m sorry about our fight.” You rubbed his shoulder kindly but he still didn’t move.

“You are my friend.” You said a little louder. “You’re my best friend. What can I do to prove that to you?

Peter was tempted to say something to you, but the bell rang before he could. He grabbed his books and hastily got out of his seat before you had a chance to to speak to him again. You grabbed your backpack and ran after him, determined to make this right.

“Excuse me, sorry.” You pushed past people to catch up to Peter. “Hey, Peter!”

When he didn’t answer, you called out again.

“Peter! Wait up.”

Still no answer, and you were starting to get frustrated.

“Hey! I’m talking to you.” You caught up to him and grabbed his hand. He looked at your hands before looking you in the eyes and dropping your hands harshly. You stood there stunned for a moment as he began to walk away until you decided you had enough.

“PETER PARKER.” You screamed, making everyone look at you. Every pair of eyes in the hallway was looking in your direction, but you were only looked at Peter.

Peter, who was about to pass away from the attention, by the way.

He looked around sheepishly as people cranes their necks to see who you were yelling at and felt his face turn redder than it ever had.

“You don’t talk much, and that’s fine.” You continued, loud enough for everyone to hear you. “I just need you to listen.”

Peter blinked a few times before nodded slowly, signaling that he would listen. You smiled in relief before digging in your backpack and pulling out your math test from earlier that day. You held it up over your head and turned in a circle so everyone could see it.

“I got an 92 on my math test last week.” You announced. “That’s the highest I’ve gotten since middle school and I couldn’t have done it without Peter tutoring me. I came to him for help with homework but I ended up with a best friend whom I love very dearly.” You were only looking at him now. “I will admit that behind closed doors and I will admit that here. But I also have to admit that I have not been a good friend and for that I am truly sorry.”

Peter smiled a little as the shocked looks of the crowd faded to nothing when he looked at you.

“You don’t have to do this here.” He whispered, but you weren’t finished yet.

“I haven’t even done it yet.” You half smiled as you shoved your test into your bag.

“Done what?” He asked as you walked up to him. You got to him and gave him an apologetic smile in advance for the attention you were about to draw to him.

“What I’ve been wanting to do for a long time now.” You told him. Peter barely had time to react before you put your hands on his face and pulled him into a kiss. You could feel his body tense up momentarily, so you pulled away just enough to whisper…

“Relax.”

Peter’s body did a better job at listening than he did as he slowly loosened his muscles. A hesitant hand found your waist and rested there as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You could feel the heat of his skin against your face and pulled away before he could get too overwhelmed.

“I.…just…heh…um - wow - uh…” He stumbled over his words as he looked at you with a shy smile.

“Don’t speak.” You laughed and shook your head. “Just kiss me.”

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