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elletheactualmenace · 16 days

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Showers and Soft Touches

Pairing: Bruce Wayne(battinson) x fem!reader

Summary: Someone joins you in the shower, and just some cute Bruce moments.

Warnings: Non-sexual nudity, suggestive, slightly ooc Bruce, shower sharing,

Word Count: 1.2k

a/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for forever so here I am finally posting it. I based some of the hair part on my own hair, so I’m so so sorry if it’s not the same as your routine!! Hope you enjoy this cute domestic fanfic.

You turn the faucet almost as far to the left as possible. The shower head sprouts out a patch of cold water before the temperature evens out and the water begins to heat. As steam begins to fill your master bathroom you reach out your hand to inspect the water. It's perfect. Just how you like it.

You step into the shower slowly making sure not to slip, before running your body under the water. Immediately your body loses its tension, and your muscles practically moan under the pressure of the hot water.

You reach for your shampoo slowly, wanting the relaxation to last as long as possible. You pour the liquid onto your hand and watch it slowly seep back into the bottle when you pull your hand up ever so slightly. You click the lid closed and place it back in its home. You begin to lather your hair, taking care to scrub until there is an abundance of suds coated through your hair.

Before you can wash out your now clean hair you feel a pair of arms wrap under your uplifted arms and around your torso. You jump at the sudden cold temperature of the hands against your warm skin. A head finds a resting spot on your shoulder, and you turn to see Bruce. His eyes closed and a content sound came from his throat.

You lower your arms so you can hug him back, or your version, rest your arms along his. Bruce doesn’t seem to mind your soapy hands. He just opens his eyes to meet yours. You lean in and kiss his cheek. The coldness of his skin is a stark contrast to yours. Your lips tingle at the feeling, and they linger longer than they should.

Bruce takes a step back letting the water hit his back. He seems to instantly relax, but to a stranger it would have gone unnoticed.

“Here, let me.” Bruce hums out softly, his low gravelly voice reverberating into your back. He unwraps his arms form around you and takes your hair in his hands. He gently leans your head back to rinse out the suds of soap from your hair. He’s careful to make sure he shields your eyes from the soap.

When the shampoo is all out Bruce takes hold of your bottle of conditioner, the expensive one he got for you. He lathers his hands with the creamy substance and gently runs his fingers through the knots in your hair. You breathe a sigh of content at his soft ministrations. And he smiles softly.

“Feel good?” He asks slowly, the corner of his lips lifted in a smirk.

“Yeah, especially when I’m not doing it.” You breathe out smiling. And he leans in kissing your cheek before continuing.

After your hair is lathered with conditioner, you reach to take hold of the bar of soap resting near Bruce’s and your razors. Out of the corner of your eye you see Bruce pouring shampoo on his hair before scrubbing it into his scalp.

You wash your body thoroughly, taking time to make sure you leave no skin untouched by the soap. Bruce rinses out his hair before quickly finishing up his routine. You follow suit, washing out your hair, then continuing with your hair routine.

By the time you wrap a towel around your body Bruce is already standing by the mirror and sink, ruffling out the water from his hair with a smaller towel. His towel hangs low on his hips, showing off his prominent v line. Your eyes slowly travel up his toned torso, to his pecks, his shoulder, and finally to his eyes, which are embarrassingly already on you.

Your face heats up as you look down, you adjust your towel awkwardly. Bruce just smiles gently walking over to you. You look up as he approaches you, his eyes catching yours.

“Sorry.” You whisper uncomfortably.

“Its okay,” he says with a tender look in his eyes. You turn your attention towards the floor embarrassment seeping from you. When he doesn’t move after a minute, still holding his gaze on you and your face you look up into his eyes again.

“What?” You asked with a small smile, eyebrows scrunching. “Do I still have soap on me?” You ask, inspecting your shoulders and bare legs. Bruce hesitantly places his hand on your cheek making you look up at him again.

“Just think…you're adorable.” He whispers lovingly but shyly to you. You push him away playfully, trying to hide the fact that his words sent butterflies to your stomach and a giddy feeling to your heart.

You walk towards the door motioning for him to follow, and he does.

As you step out of the large doors to your bathroom you are greeted with fresh clothes on your king size bed. You hear Bruce’s feet pad over to the corner of the room closest to the large windows. There is shuffling before the crackling of a needle tip hitting a vinyl is heard throughout the room. La vie en rose performed by Édith Piaf fills your ears.

You turn to see Bruce starting your vinyl player, he looks at you with soft eyes. He leans against the wall near the window and you turn again to the bed. You let your towel fall to the floor as you reach for your underwear.

You can hear Bruce's quiet footsteps once again, walking towards you as your underwear just about reaches your thighs. You feel his large warm hands touch yours from behind you. Both of your hands are now situated on your underwear. He pulls them the rest of the way up for you. His hands then move up to caress the curve of your waist with a soft feathery touch.

You turn, bare chest meeting bare chest. You look up into his deep steel blue eyes finding nothing but warmth hidden under the surface. He wraps his arms around your middle pulling you closer to his broad chest. Following suit you reach up on your toes to wrap your arms around his bare neck. His damp hair prickles your wrists, hair slightly dripping down. But it doesn’t bother you.

You rest your cheek on his collarbone, letting his breathing and beating heart lull your eyes shut. As he shifts you in his arms your nipples perk at the moment. He hums softly into your hair and it vibrates through both of you.

“Could stay like this forever,” you softly say into his skin. His grip on you tightens as your soft lips meet his scared chest. You still keep your body close to him as you leave a soft trail of kisses up his neck and finally to his pink lips.

He holds you there, his lips tenderly moving with yours. The tingle of his lips on yours sends whimpers up your throat. You part your lips to let his warm mouth explore yours. Your fingertips brush through his hair tugging slightly when you feel his tongue brush along yours. Bruce’s lips are so warm you never want to pull away. His arms caress your sides and back gently moving along your drying skin with love.

When you too finally do part your hands travel down to his chest so you can get a good look at his face.

“I love you darling.” You say quietly, and he sighs with a smile.

”Love you too.” He whispers softly, letting his body sway with yours to the music radiating from the corner.

This. This is what you loved most in the world.

#x reader #batman x reader #battinson #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #the batman 2022 #battinson x reader

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elletheactualmenace · 1 month

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Was it Worth it?

Pairing: Bruce Wayne(battinson) x fem!reader

Summary: A night out turns disastrous, but somehow it brings you and Bruce closer

Warnings: Bruce being unsure how to behave around you, injuries, explosions, destructed building, worried Bruce, tears, talk about your past relationship with bruce, actress!reader, ambulances and police cars

Word Count: 3.9k

a/n: Sorry this took so long to post. I hope you enjoy this next part! Looking forward to continue writing this.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

“Bruce and Y/n Wayne have arrived at the charity auction in what looks to be one of Mr Wayne’s new cars from the most recent vintage corvette catalog.”

“That car is very pretty, and I think we can say the same about Y/n. She’s looking stunning as always”

“Well of course, with a wonder like that, Bruce Wayne would be in the wrong not to spoil his wife.”

“Haha, I agree. I also heard that he has already sold some of his more expensive model cars for tonight's charity.”

“Oh yes, that's right, he's ahead of the game,” The reporters laugh as you and Bruce begin walking towards the crowd of reporters and paparazzi.

“Mr Wayne!”

“Mrs Wayne, Mr Wayne, over here!”

“On your left Mr and Mrs Wayne!”

“Mrs Wayne! Show us the dress!”

“Stunning!”

The hoard of reporters and paparazzi crowd at the edges of the red velvety rope, separating them from you and your husband.

The paved walkway holds many people of high importance and wealth in the city. The board of public safety, the mayor, and more.

Bruce never has enjoyed big gathering events. Even with you at his side, he loathes the conversations, and the passive aggressiveness of it all.

You and your husband continue walking farther along the carpet, getting closer to the doors of city hall.

“Excuse me Mr Wayne! Do you have any comments on the new rumors of you and Batman's partnership?” You can feel Bruce's body tense and his senses sharpen at the mention of his alter ego. The reporter holds out a microphone and there is a cameraman directly behind the reporter.

Since you came into Bruce’s life his publicity has gone up through the roof. Bruce has been more active in his public life and it his business. You helped him open up. And for that everyone was grateful.

“No comment at the moment.” You can hear Bruce state just loud enough for the microphone to pick up.

“Now is not the right place or time,” You speak with a sweet smile. “This is for the children. Let's leave business talk for business hours.”

You pull Bruce away from the reporters with a furrowed brow. He can tell you are annoyed at the question. It is the only thing you’ve been getting asked about for the past two weeks.

——

“Come on,” You mumble to Bruce as you walk to the table with your names. A white sheet claiming your spots on the round table. It's a charity auction put on by the new mayor, for children in need. As an orphan himself Bruce didn’t argue about going.

Bruce pulls out your chair and you sit. Once you are settled he sits in his seat. His hand stretches out to grab yours, but he stops himself. He doesn't know if you’re both there yet. Usually at events like these you would always be right there with him, holding his hand or touching him in some way. But he's trying to learn to not expect that attention as much. So, instead he rests his hand on his thigh, it's the closest he can get to your hands which are situated on your lap.

In all honesty you almost reached over too out of habit. But it is easy for memories of her face on flashing screens to cloud your vision. So you leave your hand in your lap, squeezing the other for comfort.

As people find their seats the lights begin to dim. Someone walks on stage to the stand, introduces himself, thanks everyone for coming, and begins the bidding. Too in your thoughts to pay attention, you take a sip of your champagne.

People begin bidding money for antiques, paintings, expensive wine, rare collectables, and more. You and your husband both agreed to begin your bidding at the end, knowing the goods offered are always more expensive at the end. More money to the children was your conclusion.

“Do I hear a 15,000?” The auctioneer asks the crowd. You lean over to whisper something in Bruce’s ear.

“Bruce,”

He turns his head slightly so you know he's listening but keeps his eyes on the front of the room.

“I'm going to head to the bathroom, won’t be long.” You quietly push your chair out. You pause wondering if you should kiss him goodbye. You always do when leaving, but because of everything, you aren’t sure if you should. But then again there are reporters everywhere. What if someone sees and twists the story? Well, you think, their story might not be so twisted. You don’t give it another thought as you lean down and quickly peck his cheek before heading to the ladies room.

Bruce could sense the hesitation before the kiss, and with all his heart he wished it was real, even if his mind knew it would never be. But, even just a sliver of the past made his heart swell and beat rapidly. A small smile formed on his lip, which he quickly pushed away trying to listen to the auctioneer.

“And sold!” The auctioneer says into the microphone as the painting rolls away.

The further you get the quieter the halls become. Your heels make a click with every step on the marble floors.

The halls are long, and seem to go on forever. You hate to admit that you're a bit lost. But you think if you just keep walking you might be able to find someone who can help you, or, if you're lucky, the bathroom.

You’re mindful of where you are, making sure you at least will be able to somewhat recognize the halls on your way back. You hate being lost, especially in such a high status place.

Before you and Bruce got together, your parents had been friends. You two never talked much before the accident, but you knew of each other. There was no specific reason for your lack of friendship, other than the fact that he didn’t talk much and you thought boys had cootie.

When his parents died, your parents would force you to hang out with him, which didn’t take a lot of convincing because you felt terrible that he went through what he did. Being forced together all the time helped your relationship grow. Even if only platonic.

At first he didn’t trust you. You didn’t blame him. So you ignored the mess he was. You ignored his sloppiness and rudeness and were kind. Slowly you became friends, you told him about your hopes and dreams and in turn he did the same.

At fourteen you told him you wanted to become an actress and be on the big screen. And he didn’t tell you that you wouldn’t make it like everyone else had, but he supported you, even if it was in his closed off way.

When you turned sixteen Bruce attended your birthday party. It was so sweet, and thought full of him, especially due to the fact that you and him were going through a rough patch, which, when you were young, was something that happened a lot in your relationship. He attended with all of your other friends and even your crush at the time, though he hated talking to new people. He even offered to get you a car to make up for his cruel words during the fight, but you had to tell him a multitude of times that it was unnecessary. And that all you wanted was for you both to stop arguing.

You were beyond happy that day, but didn’t understand why he would put himself through that party for you. At the time you were too naïve to see that all he wanted was to see you smile, even if it was with the boy you liked and not him.

When you were seventeen you told him all about how you got into your dream college. He was so happy for you, that was until you told him you would have to go and live far away. But he didn’t let it show. He just smiled and waved you off at the airport with a heavy heart.

When you got your first roll in a movie he heard about it on the news. Not from you. You both had been too busy with your new lives to keep us with your old ones. It made him long for the past.

During the premier of your fourth film you finally saw Bruce again. He was older, so were you. He looked so put-together and grown up. You were impressed by his change from boy to man. When you attempted to talk to him, he shut down the conversation immediately. You learned over the next couple of encounters that it would take a lot of work to get back into his good graces.

it was as if everything you had worked for over the years had fallen. It was like you didn’t recognize him, and he didn’t recognize you. You understood that Bruce was not a trusting person, and that the time away had caused a shift in his view on you, but you were determined to get your childhood friend back. It took a lot of work to get back to where you were, but you didn’t stop, knowing that all the work would be worth it. You were right.

And slowly, he opened up again. Trusted you again. Loved you again. During your efforts, Bruce had convinced himself he didn’t need you, but, boy, was he wrong. He hadn’t realized how much he needed you in his life until you were gone. The more he opened up the more he saw that. And god, did he miss you.

After almost a year and a half of working to get closer to him, he caved and did what 16-year-old him would have pissed his pants to do. He asked you out. And long story short, it worked out in his favor.

You continue walking until you see a door with the image of a cartoon woman on it. You push the door open and step into the ladies room.

There is a large, long mirror against the wall with a lone sink under it to the right. Five faucets evenly laid out along the sink. You turn to the stalls on the left. Making pushing the door open to step in.

Once you finish you walk over to the motion sensor faucet, pumping soap into the palm of your hand.

The door opens and a woman walks in. You recognize her, but don’t feel the need to make conversation in the bathroom. But she has other plans.

“Mrs. Wayne, I’m so happy we can finally talk.” The woman says, and your eyes lift from your soapy hands to meet hers in the mirror.

“Mayor Real,” you smile politely. She had recently become mayor as far as you could tell, she was doing a fantastic job.

“I’m sorry for the inappropriate meeting place, I’ve just been anxious to get to speak to you again.” Mayor Real said, taking something out of her handbag. Makeup to touch up her face.

“No need for the apology, I’m sure if we talked anywhere else someone would bombard us.” You chuckle, and she, along with you.

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask as you rinse off your hands.

"I wanted to make better acquaintance with you,” she said simply. The first time you had met was at the prior mayor’s funeral, the one the Riddler attacked.

“The first time we met was not the best of circumstances.” Mayor Real added lightly. You nod with a sad smile to her.

You walk to dry your hands with the paper towel provided.

”From what I’ve seen you're a good person, and it's good to know good people.” Real puts her makeup back into your handbag.

”Mayor Real-”

”Bella, please.” She cuts you off, correcting you.

”Bella,” You correct yourself with a smile, turning to her. “If you’re asking if we can be friends, then just say that.” You chuckle lightly. Bella looks a bit embarrassed but smiles anyway.

”Right. Friends then?” She asks.

”Of course.” You grin back. “Walk back with me?” You offer heading to the door. Bella follows after you happily.

You once again begin your walk down the long echoey hall. Now the sound of heels on marble doubled. You make idle conversation, trying to make her more comfortable with you. You don’t like the fact that some people find you unapproachable, because really your husband is unapproachable, not you. But it’s really not his fault, he’s just not good with people. But you, you know how to talk to people, and you think it’s odd that people are frightened to talk to you.

“Bella?” You ask putting your hand out infront of her, stopping her from going any further. Her brows furrow as she looks at you.

“What is-“

Your body is thrown to the ground. Everything happens as if it's in slow motion. Blinding white light flashes over Bella and you. It is like the bright white of light on freshly clean hospital sheets. It stings your eyes shut.

Next comes the shards of broken marble and concrete. Like needle pricking your skin. A wave of rubble and dusty pieces of brick scatter around you. On instinct your hands reach up to protect your head. Your ears ring and the pounding of your heart is louder than ever. It's like a movie, but everythings so much more confusing.

You feel the coldness of marble on your hot skin. And you hiss as a headache pricks your eyes. Your head, still turned toward the floor from your fall, rises. You look around, trying to understand what happened. One second you were walking with Bella the next you're on the cold floor with a pounding headache and ringing ears.

Your eyes are still being attacked by the brightness. So you squint and look around. There is what remains of a wall scattered all around you. And about 45 feet ahead of you is a giant hole in the wall.

You don’t register Bellas voice until her hand grasps your arm. You look at her, still a bit dazed.

“Mrs. Wayne! Are you alright? Are you injured?” She asks frantically. And you nod slowly, coming to your senses.

“Yes, sorry,” you wince, “god, my head is killing me.”

Bella helps you up and you lean against a nearby wall. You look down at yourself. You are covered in dust and debris, you dress ripped at the bottom, and cuts scatter your skin.

You look at Bella, she’s in about the same state. But she looks more put together. Being married to Bruce, odd and scary situations like this were not out of the norm, but for some reason, with everything that’s been going on in your personal life, you aren’t as mentally prepared for this. Your heart is pounding and your thoughts race.

You look around frantically, you both need to get out of here somehow. But your head is overcome with a rush of thoughts. Only one keeps repeating. Bruce. You are close to the auction room and you have a creeping suspicion that that explosion wasn’t an accident.

You run as fast as you can along the rubble in your heels. Not thinking about what Bella might think. You almost fall with every step. You can’t think about anything but him. Even though you are pissed beyond what words can express, you're still worried sick.

And all the people he was with. You realize, as your breathing becomes quicker. How would they have gotten out? They must have been terrified.

When you finally turn the corner into the auction room you see mass destruction. But no people, just a broken building. Everyone must have gotten out. But there must have been multiple explanations that went off.

You look to where your and Bruce’s table had been. Now all the silverware is scattered and glass broken on the floor.

You stand there in shock, and are brought out of your trance by Bella grabbing your arm again.

”What are you doing?! We have to evacuate,” She huffs out.

“I'm sorry, I thought there were people still in here.” You breathe out slowly trying to catch your breath better. “I had to make sure-“

”Everyones made it out, I just got a text from commissioner Gordon. Everyone is alright, but we need to go.” She hurries out. And you nod in understanding. But still your heart races. You are worried something might have happened to Bruce, and you can imagine he is feeling the same.

You both walk hurriedly down the halls, trying to find an exit. You hate how little direction the building gives you. You and Bella hold on to each other for support as you walk.

“Bella are you alright?” You finally ask as you continue down the hall.

“Yes. Just a few cuts and bruises. Can’t imagine what would have happened if you didn’t stop us from walking further.” She comments.

“Yeah,” you agree, trying to push away the images of what could have been.

“We were lucky.” She says to you and you nod in agreement.

——

When you eventually spot an exit sign you both physically relax a bit. You push the door open for both of you. The door opens to the side of the building, you can see the lights of police cars from around the corner. And you hear the chatter of all the people.

You and Bella stammer over making sure not to trip in the dark light. As you round the corner you are met with police and paramedics at your side immediately. You brush them off, telling them to tend to the Mayor first. Stubbornly they listen.

You are both taken to an ambulance, and sat at the edge of the open truck. You are given a blanket and moment to gather yourself.

You can see the uninjured crowd of people from the auction across the street, their safe. Your eyes scan over the faces for Bruce.

“Mrs. Wayne.” A voice calls and you turn to face Gordon. You give him your attention and he takes it as a sign to continue.

“I’m sorry you and Mayor Real got stuck in the blasts?” Your breath catches in your throat at his words. So you were right. There had been multiple. Gordon seems to understand that you wanted to know more, so he doesn’t stop.

“We got an anonymous call in, and immediately called for an evaluation. We had accounted for people not being in the main auction room, but we had to focus on the larger group,” Gordon explains with a sigh.

“Yes, I understand. Thank you for your help.” You thank, with a sincere smile. Gordon seems stressed and you feel bad that he has to deal with the aftermath of the horrible people of this city. You can see the tension in his shoulders and the tiredness in his eyes.

“Commissioner?” His eyes turn up at his name. “Do you know where my husband might be?” You ask with furrowed brows. Gordon smiles softly, and nods.

“Yeah, I’ll go get him. In the meantime, stop refusing the paramedics help.” He scolds as he begins walking off. You huff out a laugh and ultimately you let one of the EMT’s look you over properly.

Looking down at your body, you finally take note of the cuts on your skin, and you can make out the beginnings of bruises. Your new dress is ripped and dirty, just like your skin. Only now does your brain begin to register the ache of them.

Your skin stings as the EMT looking after you swipes disinfectant over your scrapes. You wince every once and a while and the EMT gives you apologetic looks.

You hear your name and your head shoots up. You see Bruce rushing through a crowd trying to reach you. He looks frantic, eyes wide and filled with worry. You look him over as he makes his way to you. He isn’t injured, you note, and a wait lifts off your shoulders.

“Y/n!” He exasperates as he gets to your side. The EMT respectfully steps away, giving you both space. He takes hold of your arms gently, but securely. It's like the feeling of your warm body against him gives him comfort. Bruce looks over you tenderly once, twice, and a third to be safe. You're at a perfect height to meet eyes, due to sitting in the back of the ambulance truck.

“Bruce, I'm alright,” You say, trying to slow down your racing heart. You’re happy to know he too, is mostly unharmed.

“I- I thought you might have-” Your heart cracks with his voice. You see his eyes get misty and you swear you’ll cry if you stay looking at him. His face is burned in your mind. He looks so lost, so frightened. You know exactly how he feels.

Bruce wants to hug you more than anything. He wants to kiss you. To know you're really here. But he also isn’t sure you want that, with everything that has happened, that he has done, he's not sure how to react in situations involving you.

You look down to avoid his heart breaking gaze. You want to hold him, but don’t know if it's wrong to begin to forgive him so soon. It’s been nearly two months, yet still your heart stings every time you picture him with Selina. But looking at him now makes your heart ache to forgive.

“I- Im glad you're okay.” Bruce voices, trying to calm his uneven breathing. He hesitates to let go of your arms, but folds and lets his arms drop to his side.

”Bruce I-“ You stutter over your words. You can’t say what you feel. But god do you want to. “I'm glad you're okay too.”

”I- I'm so sorry. I should have gone with you, or-“

“Bruce, hey- baby,” You grab hold of his face with your cold hands and his eyes painfully train on you. He looks so small. “You couldn’t have done anything. Stop beating yourself up. It's pissing me off that you think you could have known, because you couldn’t have,”

He keeps his eyes on you, the tears in his eyes sparkling in the light of the police car sirens.

“Just be happy we are both here. Yeah?” You question softly, noting letting him move his face from your hold. He nods as much as he can with your hands on his head. He whispers an apology as he looks down and a silent tear rolls down his cheek. Your thumb rubs over his skin and wipes it away.

”Don’t cry,” You whisper to him.

“I'm sorry tonight was such a scare,” You hum and you continue soothing his skin with your thumbs. Bruce's eyes fall shut and two more tears slip from his lids.

”Me too.” He mumbles into your hands. Bruce turns his head to kiss your palm and for the first time in a while, you smile genuinely at him.

”Let's go home,” He whispers as he lifts his hands over yours to soothe you like you are soothing him. You hum and shut your eyes, leaning your forehead against his.

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elletheactualmenace · 2 months

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You Would do That for Me? - Pt. 3

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!fem!reader

Summary: You help Peter out, like you promised, with Flash in first period. Hopefully you don’t take it to far.

Warnings: Mentions of physical assault, Bullying, swearing, suggestive (just a bit), angst

Word Count: 3.5k

a/n: Hey!! I hope you guys like this next part. It may just be me but I feel like it’s on the sadder side, and writing made me really sad too. Sorry for the lame use of emoji and just lame ways of texting. Let me know if you want to be on the tag list!

Thoughts = “Italicized dialogue”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,

“So, you two are serious?” MJ asks, her question startles you but you try to brush it off with a shrug. A smirk grows on her face and you feel your face get hot. Your hand, that’s connected with Peters, gets sweaty.

“I knew it. I knew something was going on-“

“What are you talking about?” You question quickly, sweating profusely now. What is she even saying? Yes, maybe you had a small thing for him when he liked Liz, but it lasted only for a moment. It ended the second it started. “What is she talking about?” You think nervously.

“Ohh,” Ned butts in, “So, this is why you-“ Peter yanks his hand from yours quickly, covering Ned's mouth. You can’t ask about it because the next second they are both gone.

MJ laughs at your flustered face, turning to her locker.

“You know Y/n, I really believed you when you said you were over him.”

“I was. I- I am.” You think, wanting to respond with that, but you have to keep the bid up. For your safety and for Peter's dignity.

“Yeah, well- I-“ You sigh, “I don’t know, things just happen I guess.” Your shoulders slump in defeat. You can’t defend yourself. Ugh, this is going to be the worst to deal with.

“Yeah, yeah, well I forgive you for not telling me,” MJ remarks, “So, now, tell me everything.”

“What- What do you mean?” You utter out.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n.” MJ rolls her eyes. You just knew she was going to bring this up. You keep your head low as you open your locker. MJ snickers as you pull the books out of your bag.

“I don’t like him like that anymore.” You whine in your head. You wish you could just tell MJ, but you promised Peter and he promised you.

You thought about it last night, if you bring Peter to the bodega with you then Derek, Logan, and Otis will leave you alone, too afraid they’d get caught. And even if you do see them in school, you’ll just make sure Peter is always there. In the past they never looked at you longer than a couple seconds when you were with someone else.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now MJ.” You sigh, letting your head hit the books in your locker. MJ laughs rubbing your back.

“Okay, later then.” You roll your eyes as she closes your locker.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” You babble out, letting MJ push you to your first period.

At least you can help Peter today with Flash and his stupid comments. Thinking about his idiocy makes your head hurt.

——

As you walk into your first period you sigh, finally getting MJ to stop talking your ear off about not telling her. You plop down in your seat letting your bag fall to the floor.

Ned and Peter are already in their seats like usual, and you can practically feel Neds smirk as he nudges Peter. You turn to see Peter shove Ned. When Peter's eyes meet yours he turns his attention onto his hands, suddenly finding something really interesting about them.

The sound of two hands slamming onto your desk has you jumping in your seat. You look up to find the nauseous sight of Flash smirking.

”What the hell do you want this time?” You ask leaning back in your chair, so you don’t look intimidated. You could not possibly be intimidated by Flash, but if he thinks even for a second that you are, you won’t hear the end of it.

”Here to make your daily comment about Peter?” MJ asks and you can see MJs eyes roll in annoyance.

“Sit down Flash.” Ned says before being cut off by Flash.

”I was just going to ask him a question,”

”Go for it.” You can’t see Peter but you hear him say this with a sigh.

“Do you think the reason you can’t get anyone in your pants is because your dick is so incredibly small that every woman mistakes you for a little girl?” You actually scoff at Flash's words. It’s like your in fucking middle school again. Whenever Flash opens his mouth you want to die because of how stupid he sounds. You honestly feel bad that no one told him.

You turn slightly so you can see Peter's face out of the corner of your eye, he looks defeated, just like yesterday. You fucking hate it.

”What the fuck is wrong with Flash?” You think before turning back to face Flash fully. You perch your arms on the desk and look up at him.

“You know you're not as funny as your mommy tells you Flash,” You comment tilting your head to the side with a tight smile.

MJ smirks with a laugh. She opens her mouth to say something but you cut her off, pissed at Flash.

”And also, why are you so interested in the size of Peter's dick?” You ask scrunching your brows innocently. Flash looks uncomfortable with your comment as he looks around annoyed.

“And at least his dick isn’t inverted like yours.” You snark at him.

”And how would you know?” He quickly comments back. This has you stunned for a second.

”What the hell do I say to that?” You think in a panic. You know what you want to say, but you don’t know if it will make it worse or better.

”I'm his girlfriend dipshit.” You finally say, faking your confidence. In reality your stomach is spinning in circles. You don’t want to make Peter uncomfortable, but this was the whole point of faking this relationship. So you might as well.

Flash’s eyes go wide and his brows scrunch in confusion, like you had just told him his girlfriend's pregnancy test came back positive.

“W-what?” Flash stutters out.

”Yeah, no go sit your single ass down.” MJ says, and in her tone you can hear that she's proud of your boldness.

“How- How did he-? You? I mean he’s nothing and your Y/n Stark, I don’t-” You just chuckle at his inability to speak.

”Well the non inverted dick helped.” You say before you can stop yourself. Oh shit, you might have gone too far. You only became his ‘girlfriends’ last night. You shouldn’t have said any of that-

Your panic gets interupted by a laugh. A soft one, but it cuts through all the bickering like a knife. You pivot to face the sound.

“Peter?!” You wonder, confused as shit. “Why is he laughing? Did I not go too far?” You question yourself with scrunched brows and an anxious stomach. “Peter never laughs when Flash is around.” It's odd. No one has seen Peter this with flash around , including Flash, so everyone is extremely confused.

His laugh isn’t big or powerful, it is small and gentle. It's like any of the other times you make him chuckle with your comments. The laugh warms your heart. Your happy Peter doesn’t have that defeated expression on anymore.

MJ looks at you and Ned, not sure what to do. You shrug watching Peter bow his head down trying to contain his small smile. You decide to take action. Not wanting to stay in the awkward, unusual, situation any longer.

“Go away Flash.” You state bluntly, looking up at Flash unamused.

“Why should I-“

”Good morning Class!” Your teacher's voice rings out successfully shutting Flash up. You smile cheekily up at Flash and he rolls his eyes walking back to his seat.

“I can't with him,” You sigh looking at MJ. She smiles.

”You handled that well.” MJ comments. “But now, I'm pretty sure by the end of the day everyone will know about you and Peter.” She notes in a warning tone.

”That's fine. Not something I'm ashamed of or anything.” You explain trying to sound chill and unbothered by the idea. But really you're kind of happy.

“This is what Peter and I wanted” You reflect trying to calm down the butterflies that you refuse to admit are there.

“But, Oh my god. Holy shit, what the fuck have I done!?” You scream internally.

“No, no, no Y/n, this is what you wanted, what you need.” You reason with yourself. Eventually you turn your attention to the teacher pushing back your thoughts so you can focus. You didn’t hear a single thing the teacher said in that class.

——

All day you have been getting looks while walking down the hall with Peter. There is no way that the new information on your relationship status spread this fast. The eyes don’t bother you much, being the daughter of someone famous will do that to you. You always have unwanted attention on you, but you have learned to live with it. Peter looks uncomfortable though, he doesn’t say anything.

”Peter?” You ask and his head immediately snaps to look at you. “I just wanted to apologize about what I said in our first period.” You admit shyly slowing your steps down the long hallway.

“What? That, you think Luke Skywalker is lame? Because, really Y/n it doesn’t bother me as much as I led on.” Peter remarks. And you smile at him puffing out a laugh.

”No, I mean with Flash.” You utter quietly. “I realize we should have talked about it before I told him, because now everyone knows.” Peter hums in thought, going over what you said in his head.

“And also all the other stuff I said when he was there.” You add on quickly. Peter stays quiet a moment longer, trying to think of what to say, you think at least.

”It’s fine Y/n. Honestly it was really cool of you to do that for me.” Peter finally responds.

”Really?” You question.

”Yeah, and I mean, this is what we wanted right? Everyone to know.” You nod along with him.

”On that thought, I can’t remember, umm, how do I say this?” Peter wonders aloud and you give him your full attention, waiting for him to finish his thought.

”You know how you are helping me with Flash?” Peter whispers so no one in the hallway will hear him. You just nod once again.

”Well, I feel like a real ass for not remembering, but what exactly am I trying to help-“

The bell rings and cuts him off abruptly. You pull your phone out quickly checking the time. And give him a sad smile.

”Can we talk later? I have a history test to get to.” You say, guilt lacing your voice. You feel bad, you do, but you kind of need to get to this test.

”Oh, umm yeah, of course.” Peter mumbles out sadly, and the look on his face makes your heart pang with sadness. “See you later.” He says as you begin to walk away with a wave.

You have a feeling you know what he wanted to know. But you aren’t sure. And even if you were, you need to plan a course of action. Do you lie, do you tell the truth? Do you twist the truth? You need to think. Even if there is a possibility that, that was not at all what he was asking. You can never be over prepared. And, there is no doubt in your mind that, if not now, he’ll ask later.

——

When Peter tried to talk to you again about the question form earlier you dashed away with an apology that Happy had arrived to pick you up early.

You didn’t ignore him completely, you did talk to him, just not about…that. And it’s not that you don’t want to tell him, I mean you already did, he just doesn’t remember. You want to find a way to say it that won’t make you sound weak, or incapable. Maybe you should say it the same way you did the first time.

“I can’t remember exactly what I said but it was something along the lines of “You would help keep the creepy guys away.” You muse.

“Yeah, that works.” You confirm inturnaly. Then you concluded if he asked follow up questions you could talk about the unwanted attention because of your Dad. And although you hated using your dad it was better than the whole truth.

Unlike what you told Peter, Happy was not early, in fact he is late. You don’t mind though, because Peter has already left on the subway to go home, so there is no chance he can catch you in your white lie. You are sitting on the steps of the school waiting for Happys black car to pull up when your phone rings. You pull it from your pocket and check it to see activity on the group chat you made with Peter, Ned and MJ on it. You open your text messages.

Ned

What time are we supposed to be at Y/n’s house on Friday?

Peter

I think it was 4pm

Yeah anytime between 4 and 5

Ned

What movie did we agree on?

We didn’t

Peter

Don’t remind me bro

Y/n

Oh my god please😭

Let’s just watch a horror movie

Y/n

Yeah!

Ned

NOO

Peter

I’m not coming if we do

Stop being so boring

If you get scared you can cuddle up next to Y/n

She will protect you from the scary monster on tv

Your face heats at the comment. If you needed to, you would let Peter cuddle with you. But purely for the sake of keeping the bid up. Only for the bid. Right?

Ned

💀

Peter

Bruh

I can protect myself

Perfect you’ll be fine then

Ned

What about me??

Y/n

If you comply I’ll let you peak into my dads lab

Ned

Deal.

Nice going Y/n

Y/n

Thanks babes🤭🤭

Ned

Peters gotta be jealous👀

Peter

Dude I’m not two

Y/n

And I doubt you really want to see me calling Peter that Ned

Yeah I’ll pass

Love you guys but no

You laugh as you slip your phone back into your pocket. You're glad that you agreed on a genre of movie. It will be easier to narrow down later. You're also glad that neither MJ or Ned were suspicious of you and Peter. So far you haven't given them a reason to. You just hope it stays that way.

Your stomach grumbles drawing your attention from your friends. You want food, but you don’t dare go to the bodega two days in a row. You don't have the energy to deal with Derek, Otis, and Logan. When do you ever?

Just thinking about them makes your throat close up. It makes your breathing get shallow. Your head races and your stomach drops. You want to cry because of how weak they make you feel, how pathetic.

Thinking about them puts your mood down. You just want to forget all about them. About the amount of times you let it fucking happen. You feel your eyes water and your hands tighten on the edge of your shirt. You haven’t even realized you were gripping it.

You feel a tear slip down your check and quickly wipe it away. You push down your feelings. Not wanting to be caught crying on the steps of your school by Happy. Because then he’d tell your dad and then it would be a whole thing. You didn’t want that. You don’t want more eyes on you.

You hear a beep that brings your focus away from your thoughts. You look up to see Happy in the front seat of a black car. You stand and scurry over. You open the door, tossing your bag inside.

“Hey Happy.” You say while buckling your seatbelt.

“Hi,” He responds as he pulls away from the curb. Your hands settle in your lap and your eyes out the window.

“Sorry I was late, there was traffic.” Happy apologizes, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.

“It’s all good.” You respond as you watch buildings, people and other cars go by.

“You didn’t go to the bodega.” Happy notes glancing at you through the rearview mirror.

“Yeah.” You mumble not giving him anything else.

“You okay kid?” Happy asks gently, trying not to pry too much.

“Yeah, sorry, just tired.” You explain with a sigh. Your stomach rumbles loudly and you hear Happy chuckle.

“And hungry?” He questions. And you smile in embarrassment.

“Very.” You admit.

——

After a snack and more thinking, you need to get your mind off Peter. So you decide to shower. That always helps clear your head. Showering, you think, is the best invention of the modern day. Although, many, your dad specifically would not agree in the slightest.

When you step out of the shower and into your room, the air pricks your body. Goosebumps litter your exposed skin. Just before your shower you left a pile of clean clothes on your bed. Warm, comfy pajamas.

You walk over to the bed, quickly changing. You stalk back over to your bathroom to hang your towel up. You can’t be more grateful for your private bathroom, you could spend hours in there just blasting music, and no one would get mad.

As you walk by, your eye catches sight of yourself in the large mirror hanging on the wall. Even with your clothes on, you can see the marks Logan, Otis, and Derek left scattered on your skin. You finally acknowledge it, because it’s not like you didn’t see them in the shower. It’s more like you chose to ignore it.

They had left many bruises on you before, this was nothing new. Their markings ranged from small cuts and scrapes to bruising and aching all over your body.

You just have to be cautious of the hand shaped bruises on your arms, and the fact that they hurt when you graze your fingers over them. You finally draw your attention away from the mirror to finish pulling your socks on.

You are walking to your closet looking for a sweatshirt when you hear a knock on your bedroom door.

”Shit” You quickly run the rest of the way to the closest to scour through your hung up clothes. You search for a sweatshirt or hoodie.

”Y/n?” You hear your fathers voice boom through the door. He sounds slightly irritated.

”One second dad!” You call back to him. And you continue looking. Only now do you curse the amount of clothes you have, because you can’t locate a damn sweatshirt.

He knocks again, louder this time.

“Y/n, come on! I need to talk to you.” He speaks through the door.

”Double shit.” You think, “What does he know? Wait, don't admit to anything before you're accused of it, and until there's solid evidence that has you trapped” You note in your head. You dad had told you that too many times, especially when Pepper would scold him for something he did.

”Dad, please, I'm changing!” You just about shout at him. You can hear him sigh loudly. “Fine!” He shouts back. “Just be quick.”

You finally find a suitable sweatshirt and slide it on. You close your closet before rapidly moving to the door. You pull it open to see your Dad holding a pair of socks as far away from his face as possible.

”Thank god,” You sigh. Glad that it wasn’t him finding out somehow about your relationship.

“What's this?” You ask, pointing to his hand, and leaning against the frame of your door trying to slow your breathing, as if two seconds ago you weren’t just fearing for your life.

”You left these on the couch.” He grumbles out annoyed.

”Actually, no, those aren’t mine, I stopped doing that after you yelled at me and just about ban me from wearing socks all together.” You rebuttal and he huffs out in thought.

”Are you sure?” He asks.

”Yes dad, I'm sure. Why don’t you ask Bruce? Those look like they could be his,” You reason examining the lab beakers decorating the socks. You Dad just grumbles out a profanity before turning to leave.

”Wait!” You call him and he turns. You need to confirm your plans on Friday with MJ, Peter and Ned.

”Yeah hon?”

”MJ, Ned and Peter can still come over Friday, right?” You ask hopefully.

“Yep, no plans on my part have changed, so unless they can’t make it you’re all good.” He smiles before turning once again to the elevator.

”Dad!” You call out again, and he turns once again with a sigh.

”Yes?”

“Do you think we could, I don’t know, do something together?” You offer.

”Like right now?” He questions, and you nod. He smiles sadly. “Sorry kid, I’ve got to finish up some work.”

”Oh, okay,” You voice, sadly. You just want to spend time with him, but he's been so busy. You feel bad for asking, not wanting him to feel guilty. But at the same time you kind of want him to know you’re hurt.

”This weekend?” He tries, just wanting to see you smile. And you do, even if it’s soft.

”Yeah, that would be great.” You confirm nodding.

“Okay,” He speaks softly and smiles gently, then walks to the elevator.

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You Would do That for Me? - Pt. 2

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!fem!reader

Summary: Todays the day. You and Peter are going to confess your “secret relationship”. How will your best friends take it?

Warnings: swearing, Not in this part but is present in other parts -Verbal assault, Little but some physical assault, Catcalling, Bullying,

Word Count: 3.5k

a/n: Sorry this took so long, lifes been crazy recently. Sorry in advance to any star war lovers. Let me know if I missed any warnings. And also @kaleidoscopewritings19 you asked me to put you on my tag list so here! Im glad I could be of some help, and thanks for being interested in my writing! Anyways enjoy this part!

Thoughts = “Italicized dialogue”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

“Peter!” Someone calls and Peter turns from his place at his open locker. He sees Ned walking over with a tired smile on his face.

“Hey,” Peter waves before turning back to his locked to pull books out and put them in.

“Guess what?” Ned asks spinning the lock on his locker, which was right next to Peters.

“What?”

“I found it.” Peter stops his movements. And he turns his head slowly to Ned with wide eyes.

“You found it? Like actually found it?” Peter asks in disbelief.

“Yeah.” Ned nods slowly so Peter catches it.

“How? Where?” Peter asks quickly. And Ned pauses, like he’s been caught. Peters brows scrunch in confusion.

“Okay, now, hear me out,” Ned starts chuckling nervously. “It wasn’t the official site, but-“

“You didn’t order it from a legitimate, original site?” Peter asks face palming. Ned really wants a Lego set that has been sold out for weeks, and desperate times call for desperate measures.

“I never said it was illegal.” Ned argues, opening his locker and quickly stuffing some of his textbooks in.

“So it was a scam?” Peter asks as Ned shuts his locker, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

“Not a scam.” Ned counters.

“Definitely a scam.”

“No, no, no, Peter, listen to me, I know it isn't a scam, because my cousins, best friends, little brother also ordered from the website and it came." Ned says like he is trying to convince himself.

"I don't think that's a credible source, dude. Have you even met your cousins, aunts, friends, brother?" Peter asks skeptically, raising a brow.

"It was my cousins, best friends, little brother." Ned grumbled out with an eye roll. And Peter puts his hands up in defense.

“The fact that you have to correct him just proves the point more.” Peter hears your voice and before his eyes even meet you butterflies erupt in his stomach. He tries to push away the nervousness and act normal.

“See exactly!” Peter exclamins in your dereliction. Ned leans in close to Peter's ear.

“She’s only agreeing with you because she likes you.” Ned whispers in an annoyed voice. Immediately Peter's face goes bright pink in embarrassment. He hits Ned's arm and steps away from him so he can rub the back of his neck. Peter begs anything that may be listening that you didn’t hear Ned.

You couldn’t like him. He isn’t your type. You deserve someone who’s confident, handsome and in your league. All the things Peter doesn’t excel in.

“My point proven,” Ned says quietly. Peter begs anything that may be listening that you didn’t hear Ned.

Before Peter can form a rebuttal the bell rings. He sighs still embarrassed trying to look anywhere but your face.

“Okay come on you five year olds, let's stop arguing about credible sources, and whose brother said what.” You put your hands on both Peter and Ned's backs, pushing them to their first period. The second your hand meets the fabric of Peter sweatshirt his whole body stiffens. Peter tries to ignore the fact that you’re touching him, and focus on walking.

——

“You would- do that for me?” Peter's heart is pounding, he can’t believe this is happening. There is no way that you are asking him if you can be his girlfriend.

When the words fall from his mouth he really wants you to reply with something romantic like “I’d do anything for you,” and then kiss him till he feels dizzy, but he knows his wishful thinking is only that, a wish.

“Well, I mean, sure. And anyways, you’d keep the creepy guys away from me.” His eyes grow impossibly wider.

What is happening? Did he do something? Are you messing with him? Why in the world would you, Y/n Stark, be asking little nobody Peter Parker to be your boyfriend?

Peter’s mouth is agape and he's trying to figure out how to speak. He can’t form a sentence with everything running through his head.

“God, Peter stop being an idiot for once and say something to her! She's waiting.”

“I- I-“

“Just spit it out, Peter.”

“I would love- to be your boyfriend Y/n.” Peter sees your shoulders untense and drop before a smile is plastered on your face.

“Really?” You ask him and he nods so fast it gives him whiplash. Of course he wants to, how could he not. He wants to pour his heart and soul out to you right now, for fucks sake.

“Yeah.” He replies with such a big smile it hurts his face.

“I can’t believe you said yes,” You blurt out. Peter hesitates before asking, not wanting this beautiful moment to so quickly fade.

“Why would I say no?”

“Well- umm- i don’t know.” You shrug awkwardly. Peter blinks waiting for an answer.

“I donno, I thought maybe you would think it would ruin our friendship.” Peter nods in understanding.

“But- but I want you to know that this is strictly pretend. And for the benefit of both of us.” You comment quickly, trying to explain the rules of the agreement.

Peter's heart is hit with a pang of sadness. He wishes it was real with all of his heart. But for now, he has to be happy at the opportunity to even pretend to date you. After all, you asked him. Not Ned, not some random guy, him. And god, did that make his heart swell.

“Yeah, of course.” He says, nodding quickly.

“Okay good.” You say, “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Peter only nods with a smile. His face may be calm and collected but his heart is doing flips.

“When- when will this,” he pauses, not sure if he can use the word he wants to use. “Relationship being? Or sorry- when will we- you know, start?” Peter asks in a jumble of words.

Your brows furrow. You didn’t get that far, unfortunately. You tap your chin in thought.

“Umm…not sure. Tomorrow maybe?” You say, still thinking.

“Tomorrow!?”

Peter thinks as panic, excitement and horror sets in. He’s happy but nervous, everything is happening so fast.

“Yeah um-“ his voice cracks and he curses the puberty gods for being so cruel.

“Sounds good.” He says more calmly this time.

You outstretch your hand to shake his, he does the same.

“Okay. Tomorrow it is.” You say with a smile. “But before that, I think we need to clear a few more things up. Just to make it convincing.”

Peter nods in agreement, trying to look as smart and put together as you are right now. But in reality he’s just happy you haven’t stopped shaking his hand.

——

Peter's day has been crazy. When he woke up this morning he hadn’t and couldn’t have thought or dreamed up anything that’s happened.

First, almost missing the train, second getting humiliated in front of the whole class, he could’ve thought that up, but, you being there to hear it and then standing up for him? He couldn’t believe it. And second, which happened to be more unbelievable, you asked him the question he’s been trying to find the courage to ask you. But even better, you skipped right to boyfriend and Girlfriend. You skipped the awkward dating and testing the water straight to holding hands and cuddling.

Obviously he didn’t mean that that’s what was going to happen, but one could only hope. And even if the hand holding wouldn’t happen at least he could call himself your boyfriend.

He always tries to stay level headed whenever Flash is like that. He doesn’t want it to get to his head, that could affect his productivity and performance in both school and as Spiderman. It also helped to know that Flash looked up to Spiderman and thought he was cool, that made the tension in his fist easy up whenever Flash said something dickish.

Overall, Peter has had a great day. Now he is laying in bed after patrol, his mind is racing with a million thoughts a second. He still needed to process everything that happened that day.

You and Peter had discussed and decided to keep the bid up around Ned and MJ. You both concluded it would be more convenient and convincing if they believed it too.

You also talked about the backstory. You would go to school and pretend like you were both coming clean about your hidden ‘relationship’ after a couple months of not telling them. You’d confessed to ‘falling in love’ with each other over Summer break. And after a while decided to ‘try it out’. And here you were.

It was a perfect plan. You and Peter had in fact spent a portion on summer break together at your Dads beach house. Ned couldn’t go and a family emergency kept MJ from coming. So you and Peter were alone. It’s the perfect setting for a fake love story.

Peter knew that Ned would be so mad that he wasn’t in on the secret relationship. He needed a good cover for that. After all, Peter told Ned he was Spiderman, and you still don’t know. Hopefully he could also make sure Ned didn’t tell you any secrets that didn’t need to be shared. Like the fact that Peter has a big fat crush on you. And has been crushing for quite some time now.

If Ned slips that piece of information to you, you’ll know he actually likes you. It would be awkward. And obviously Ned will think you guys or together so it doesn't matter, because you both like each other. While, in fact you are only doing this for the mutual benefit of the both of you, not because you like him like that.

God. He had so much to prepare for. And you stayed late, making his patrol rounds run later. He's exhausted, but he can’t sleep until he comes up with a way to protect his fragile ego.

You on the other hand aren’t as anxious, you have a plan. Kind of, it's more like a detailed outline with missing chunks. But a plan nonetheless. You know what you’ll say to MJ when she gets pissed at you for not telling her. And you know what you’ll say when she eventually forgives you for not telling her and then asks about all the details of your relationship.

You know what you’ll say, and you are prepared. You just hope it won’t come to her asking if you two have gone farther than a kiss.

——

“We got this.” Peter whispers to himself as he waits for you at the school’s entrance. His head is down in thought. Mind and body both anxious.

“Definitely got this.” Peter jumps at the sound of your voice. He didn’t sense you at all. Not that it would trigger his Peter tingle, like aunt May liked to call it, because you weren’t dangerous.

“Sorry,” you apologize “didn't mean to spook you. But we do got this. We’ll be fine.” You say reaching up to rub his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

Peter's body stiffens and you pull away, not trying to make him more uncomfortable. But in reality he was just nervous around you.

You pause, a little worried about him.

“You know we don’t have to do this Pete.” You smile softly.

“No, no, no, no, no.” He rambles out quickly, “We do- I mean we should.” He stumbles over his words.

“I'm good.” confirms, and he takes a quick breath and nods to you. You nod back smiling at him.

“Okay then,” You say, sheepishly offering your hand to him. “Let's do this.”

Peter’s hand slips into yours and his heart beats so loud he can hear it. From the looks of it, you aren’t as in awe as he is with the two of you holding hands. But why would you? You’re not really together or anything.

You and Peter walk down the hall in silence, both anxious of the awkward conversation that's going to take place. Peter's head spins and he keeps his eyes down avoiding any human interactions, trying to think. He thought about this all last night, sure, but one night to think about something this big isn’t a lot of time. You probably just want the help you need as soon as possible.

“Wait,” the thoughts in his head stop for a second as something dawns on him. “What is Y/n getting out of this fake relationship?”

He felt so stupid for not thinking about it before now, and he felt like an asshole even more for not asking you. What was going on in your life, that you needed a boyfriend to fix? Were you getting made fun of too? Or was it worse than that?

He tries to think back to last night, when you asked him to be your fake boyfriend. What had you said? His mind is scavenging through everything from last night.

“Okay, calm down Peter. Just think. What did she say? How did the conversation start? She had to have said the reason at some point.

She said:

‘I could pretend to be your girlfriend at school and stuff. Then no one would ever give you a hard time,’

Then I said:

‘You would do that for me?’

Then she said:

…

What did she say after that? Oh god, what did she say?”

Peter panics. He has been so wrapped up in his own gain, that he forgot he was supposed to be helping you too. There was something you needed him for. But he couldn’t remember.

Peter opened his mouth to ask you, worry and guilt, replacing the previous anxiety. There was a pit so deep in his stomach he swore he could throw a rock in and it would take an hour for it to hit the bottom.

He lips part ready to ask, but he doesn’t get to, because his eyes catch sight of MJs worn down Converse All-stars. He lifts his gaze to meet MJs. He can’t bring it up right now.

“Peter?” She asks, “You good? You look like you did when you first found out Y/n doesn’t like Star Wars.” MJ informs.

You laugh at MJs comment and it makes him turn to look at you. He’ll have to ask you about it later. Right now you both have to “come clean” to your two best friends.

“Yeah, umm” He clears his throat, “I'm good, sorry, just thinking.” MJ keeps her eyebrow raised as Ned walks over butting into the conversation.

“Also, why are you and Y/n holding hands like you're on a date?” You again laugh, but this time awkwardly.

“Well,” You smile shyly, Peter squeezes your hand lightly, letting you know he's here for you. You give him a soft smile and a nod of appreciation. “We have something to tell you guys.”

“Yeah,” Peter adds on with a smile. Ned and MJ give each other looks before turning their focus on your and Peters intertwined hands. MJ squints, deep in thought, and Ned looks between the two of you quickly.

“Don’t tell me,” MJ eventually sighs, she's come to the conclusion after “close” inspection.

“We’re dating.” Peter confirms, anxiously looking at his two friends and then to you.

“We have been for a couple months now,” You add, “We’ve just been waiting for the right time to tell you.” You say stepping closer to Peter.

“WHAT?!?!” Ned screams. You flinch slightly, as does MJ and Peter. “And you didn’t think to tell your bestfriend?!” Ned lowers his voice when he notices all the eyes on him from people in the hallway. But the anger in his voice doesn’t waver.

“I-“ Petter stutters, not knowing what to say.

“How did it happen?” MJ asks, tapping her foot. She looks a little annoyed. Peter guesses, it's because Y/n hadn’t told her about their secret relationship. “Or what happened?”

“To sum it up real fast for everyone,” Y/n started, “And I can explain it better later, we started dating over summer break when we were at my dads beach house.” Ned and MJ look at you waiting for you to continue.

“We were alone, and I guess it provoked our confessions and, well here we are.” You say blankly, hoping for a good reaction.

“Why didn’t you tell me Peter? I'm your best friend.” Ned asks sadly.

“We just didn’t want to say anything because we were testing it out, in case it didn’t work, we didn’t want to break up the friend group. We wanted to be sure we were serious.” Peter quickly adds on quickly to try to explain the situation. Ned nods, understanding a bit more now.

“So, you too are serious?” MJ asks. You just shrug with a smile, and a smirk grows on her lips “I knew it. I knew something was going on-”

“What are you talking about?” You cut her off, your eyes wide and voice anxious. Peter notices for a second before Ned speaks up.

“Ohh,” Ned says in realization, “So, this is why you-“ Peter rips his hand from yours to cover Ned's mouth, not wanting him to say something embarrassing. Peter's eyes get big and he slowly shakes his head.

“I- Can we talk about this at our lockers please?” Peter asks nervously. Peter quickly nods to you and MJ before walking off.

You are too focused on MJ to see him walk off, but he does see your flustered face. He's too preoccupied to dwell on that right now.

“Oh my god, Ned no.” Peter scolds as they get to their lockers.

“What?” Ned asks, confused. “It's not like it's a secret now, you like her and she likes you.”

“Yeah but,” He pauses and sighs, twisting the lock on his locker. “You can’t tell her anything I’ve told you.”

“Why not? You're together now, what does it matter?” Peter's face flushes, “Ohh, you haven’t told her everything, have you?” Ned realizes.

Peter shakes his head confirming Ned's words.

“And I don’t need her to find them out. So please for my dignity and sanity don’t.” Peter pleads, finishing moving his books from his locker to his bag and vice-versa.

“Yeah, yeah, fine.” Ned nods, reluctantly understanding. Ned pauses, as Peter shuts his locker and turns to him.

“What?” Peter wonders aloud his eyebrows scrunched.

“I can’t even tell her how long you’ve been crushing? It's not like it matters or anything.” Ned begs with a whine, he wants to tell you so bad, it's so funny, and it was cute to see him so fond of you.

“No Ned, no.” Peter says seriously. Ned grumbles angrily, but eventually nods in agreement.

“Listen, she doesn’t even know about-“ Peter starts before leaning in to whisper to Ned, “Spiderman.” He leans back and continues to talk normally.

“So you can’t tell her anything. At all. I don’t need her freaking out.” Peter sighs, rubbing his temples. Ned nods again.

“Okay. I promise I won’t say anything.” Ned says a little disappointed.

“I'm being serious, Ned. You can’t say anything. Not about him, or about my-“ Peter pauses to blush.

“My crush,” utters quietly. “Nothing at all. I mean it.” Peter continues.

“I know.” Ned rolls his eyes, “My mouth is shut.” Peter nods thanking him. And they both just stand there for a second. After a minute Ned speaks up.

“I can still talk to her though, right?”

“What?” Peter asks, confused at the question.

“Like, Y/n, I mean. You and I are friends and I don’t want to cross any lines or anything.” Ned responds sheepishly.

“Oh my god,” Peter laughs, less anxious now, “Yeah, goodness. I'm not going to make you stop talking to her.”

“You guys are friends, and I'm not a crazy boyfriend.” Peter comments laughing again. Ned starts laughing with him. Peter smiles softly thinking about how much he liked to word boyfriend coming out of his mouth, it rolled off his tongue perfectly, he was a boyfriend. Not just that, he was your boyfriend.

“Right, just making sure.” Ned chuckles, pulling Peter from his thoughts, now feeling less stressed about the whole situation. “You never know.” Ned adds with a smile..

“I'm also sorry for not telling you sooner, Ned.” Peter quickly apologizes. “You are my best friend, so you should have known sooner, I just-“

“It's alright Peter. I get it. It's hard, at least I know now.” Ned responds.

“Plus, now you can tell me about all the stuff you two have been up to.” Ned smirks at Peter who is blushing profusely.

“Ned- we didn’t- I mean haven’t-“ Ned rolls his eyes with a smile.

“Sure you haven’t,” Ned chuckles, “I understand if you don’t feel uncomfortable with-“

“Ned! Oh my god, stop!” Peter stuffs his hands into his face embarrassed. And Ned just laughs as he drags Peter to their first period.

Peter wants to be present and happy with Ned, but he can’t get his mind off of you, and what you said. Or, what you said that he can’t remember. Why did you need to fake a relationship? What did he need to protect you from?

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@princess-ofthe-pages

@sunnyx07

@hollandweather

#peter parker #x reader #peter parker x reader #mcu peter parker #mcu peter x reader #Spiderman #peter parker x you

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Amazing

Pairing: 10th Doctor x Fem!reader

Summary: Uhh…No plot smut…?

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, light hearted teasing, tit!play, fem!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

a/n: @abbygraceasd Im done!! Thanks for the request! Also first time smut writer so, uh, sorry if it’s horrible😭 Also, also The Doctor might be a little ooc. Anyways enjoy!

“You are amazing,” the Doctor mumbles against your lips. He leans his body closer to yours, stopping you from escaping his touch.

Your body is squished between The Doctor and your bedroom door. But, you aren’t mad at the situation you have found yourself in. In fact you're happy, as the Doctor moves the hand against the door to trail up and down your clothed body.

You could stay like this forever, you think as your arms wrap around his coat to the back of his neck to grasp at the hairs there. He groans as you tug.

“How was I amazing?” You tease trying to get him riled up more. He leans back slightly smirking at the question.

“You were bold, and brave and you looked so sexy in that outfit you picked out.” He leans in kissing your neck, leaving wet patches on your skin. “And don’t get me started on the touchiness. You knew what you were doing.”

You chuckle out, amused.

“Oh? And what was that?” You ask running your fingers through his brown hair. He hums as he pulls away from a kiss to your shoulder. “You wanted to get me in here.” He pauses, not sure if he should say what he's thinking.

“In you,” He finally whispers, but the second you smirk at his shyness he regrets his tone of voice.

“You’re not wrong,” You purse your lips waiting for his next move. He looks down at you for a moment, taking in your face and the parts of your body he can see at this angle. Oh, how he wants to see you under him, begging for him to cum inside you, to make a mess of you.

The Doctor can feel his already tight pants tighten. He squeezes his eyes shut as he takes a deep breath trying to calm down and take it slow. Just how he knows you like it.

“Okay, enough talking,” He decides and bends down to pick you up into his arms. You let out a gasp of amusement as he pulls you into a heated kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you over to your shared bed.

“Sometimes I forget that you are strong.” You smile into the kiss. The comment causes him to pull back and give you a very offended look. You quickly apologize with a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll have you know that I am a lot tougher than any bodybuilder you can find on Earth.” The Doctor sticks his head up high with pride. “And,” He adds, “I don’t want to hear it from you, you didn’t lift a finger when I asked for help fixing the console,” He's not actually annoyed, he's just messing with you. You know because of the way he rolls his eyes with a smirk.

“Please! It was 4 am and we had been up all night because of you,” The Doctor feels his cheeks heat up at the memory. You couldn’t handle another round, but the Doctor still had loads or energy to get out. So he went to fiddle with the console, and you refused to get up from bed. So, It was a fair point on your part.

“Right…” He says with a grumpy pout. You smirk again.

“That’s what I thought-“ He cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours, letting his tongue run along your bottom lip before diving in. His tongue rolls against yours and he can taste the gum you were chewing earlier. He hums, almost moans, into your mouth as he runs his tongue along every inch of your mouth he can reach.

Your legs tighten around him. You tug on his coat attempting to get it off. And then suddenly you’re dropped onto your soft mattress, gasping for air.

Before the Doctor does anything more, he lets his coat fall to the floor. He loosens his tie, and unbuttons and pulls off his suit jacket and shirt, leaving his tie on.

Your eyes trail over his body slowly, making sure he knows you're doing it. You bite back a groan as his hands brush the bare skin on your hips. He pulls down your pants leaving you in your panties, they are tardis blue and the Doctor smirks. You roll your eyes pulling him by his tie against your lips.

This kiss is soft, slow, and you can really feel the tingle of his warm lips. It makes your stomach tighten in excitement. You can feel the build up of wet heat in your blue panties.

Lord how you want him right here right now.

“Take these off,” you mummer against him, pulling at his trousers. But the Doctor shakes his head pulling away from your reach.

“Oh, no no no,” The Doctor tuts, “I'm in charge here,” his eyes get dark with want and need. The look in his chocolate eyes makes your breath hitch. He leans in again, but this time targeting your thighs.

His mouth meets your soft skin, and he begins sucking gently, looking up at you through his lashes. He runs his hands up and under your shirt, making you squeak at his cold touch. His hands make their way up to your covered breasts. He kneads your chest with his large hands, and you finally throw your head back when you feel his wet tongue press against the fabric of your panties. The only thing separating his needy drooling mouth from your hot wet cunt is a thin piece of fabric.

“Take your top off.” The Doctor demands with a whisper. You comply ripping off your top and throwing it to the floor. The Doctor looks up with lustful eyes.

“Bra too.” You roll your eyes at him as you reach back to unclip it.

“Good.” He smirks.

The Doctor moves to grab hold of the edge of your painties with his teeth. Once he knows his grip is firm he pulls them down. He uses only teeth to pull your underwear all the way down to your feet.

You laugh at his idiotic antics and when he successfully throws your panties to the floor he smiles too.

The Doctor crawls back up your body, and stops when he meets face to face with your bare cunt.

“You look so fucking pretty right now.” You breathlessly whisper as his breath feathers over your slit.

“Mmm” He hums taking in your alluring scent. “But not as pretty as you,” he loops his arm around your thigh giving each a kiss before pulling you flush against his awaiting mouth.

The Doctor moves quickly, spreading your arousal with his tongue. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you feel his lips wrap around your clit, leaving just enough room for his tongue to poke out between his lips and swirl around your clitt.

You fight a groan as his lips suck and his tongue circles. Your body quivers and the Doctor has to use the arms around your thighs to keep you down.

He moves back down to your opening and sticks his tongue in as far as he can get it to go. A growl bubbles up in his throat at the way you squeeze around him. The slurping noises further fuel The Doctor. He doesn’t know how much longer he can go without being balls deep in your drenched hole.

He laps at your cunt a while longer before he pulls back, licking his lips of your arousal. He uses the back of his hand to wipe the excess mess on his chin. All while keeping eye contact with you. It makes your head spin, and you haven't even cum yet.

“Think you're ready for me?” The Doctor asks as he climbs up your body making sure to eye your perky nipples longer then he should.

You only whine and nod in response. The Doctor smiles leaning in to peck your soft lips.

“Say it,” He insists nipping at your neck. “Out loud,” He sighs as he feels your hands run through his hair, the gesture making him lean into your touch with a soft noise of content.

“Y-yeah ‘m ready,” You whisper just loud enough for him to pick up. He smiles, and then pries your mouth open with his tongue. Once he's in, your tongues glide against each other. Moving as softly and swiftly as silk.

The Doctor groans as he pulls back and says, “Good,” with a smirk. He then dips his long fingers into you, where just a few moments ago his mouth was. He streches your tight cunt, trying to loosen you up before he shoves himself in you.

You can feel his bulge against your leg, and you swear on every dalek you ever have and ever will come across that you can feel it growing. You whimper and reach down to undo his pants, desperate for the agonizingly sweet stretch of his cock in you.

“Okay darling,” He chuckles out at your eagerness. “Im working on it,” He tugs his pants down and with them his boxer briefs. His cock springs up, hitting his stomach in excitement.

“Come on, come on, come on,” you ramble out quickly in an attempt to get him faster.

“You need to calm down, or I won’t fuck you.” The Doctor threatens. “And I know how much you want me to.” He whispers the last part in your ear making your checks burn in embarrassment. But, you nod stilling your body, and even through your embarrassment you look up at him with desperate eyes.

The Doctor moves to line up with your entrance and you hold your breath, waiting. As his tip sinks in you. The Doctor lets out a gasp he didn’t know he had in him. And then slowly the rest of his hard cock.

The stretch stings, but it feels so good at the same time. And it is addicting. It’s like fire, so beautiful and welcoming yet it can be lethal if not used with precaution. But oh, how you wanted to swim in the fire. You both slot together like two pieces of a puzzle. So snug, so warm, and so perfect. You never want to leave, even if you end up burning yourself.

“What did I say? Amazing.” The Doctor moans out shuddering at the tight squeeze. You have limited vocabulary at the moment, but you manage to squeak out, “Another to add to-'' You get caught off guard when he pulls out of you almost fully before slamming right back into you. “T-the list, oh fu-fuck,” You studder out, finishing the thought he cut off.

He pulled out again this time faster, and he didn’t wait for as long before pushing in once again. The squelching sounds leave you a babbling mess. You're at The Doctors will. And he knows it just as much as you.

“Please, faster,” You say and The Doctor doesn’t falter in his response, “Why? Do you want me to fill you nice and full with my babies?” He asks, quickening his pace, per your request. You whimper at the idea of bearing his kids. You would be so swollen and full, and he would baby you, fuss about you.

The Doctor's own words fuel his need for you even more than he thought possible. He would love to see your stomach swollen and huge with his heir. He would love to suck on your squishy, fat, breast as he fingers you. He would love to take care of you with his mouth, to help rest your aching body.

“Yes,” You spurt out, “Please,” You choke on your saliva as you watch his body move with yours. The bead of sweat on his forehead. The way his eyebrows scrunch with every movement he makes. His hips hitting yours with enough force to break the bed if he isn’t careful.

You grab hold of his swinging tie tugging it, bringing him lips to meet yours in a passionate, loving kiss. The stretch of his dick in you leaves you whimpering and whining into his mouth.

“Mhhhm,” you moan, you try to move your hand down to your clit. Needing the extra bit of stimulation to get to the beautiful edge sooner. Before you can reach in between the two of you The Doctor snatches your hand, pulling away from your lips.

“Oh, you really are greedy,” he tuts keeping his pace. “Tell me what you want and then I might give it to you.” The Doctor's hand reaches to grope your breast and flick your nipple as he continues to push in and out of you mercilessly.

You whimper and squirm as your eyes water. Your body tingles so close yet so far from where you want to be.

“Please-,” you whine, grasping at his bare shoulders.

“Just make me c-cum,” you babble out quietly. Desperate. Needy.

“How?” The Doctor teases, making you groan in annoyance and pleasure. When you don’t respond, he stops his thrusting completely.

“W-why did you-“

“Use your words or I’ll stop.” He growled out, with his eyes glaring at you. You breathe heavily blinking to get your thoughts straight. The look on his face telling you this was just as hard for him as it is for you.

“Use your fingers,” you pause as he runs his finger against your perched nipple. He raised a brow waiting for you to continue. “On my cli-“

You don’t even have to finish the sentence before he begins pounding you, faster this time. He kiss you cheeks sloppily and whispers into your ear,

“As you wish,” he moves his hand down to your clit, wetting the tips of his fingers with your slick. He runs his fingers up to your swollen, awaiting bud.

He twirls his fingers as his cock stretches you open. He pinches your clit and pounds your cunt, and you swear you can see stars.

“You're perfect.” The Doctor states breathlessly. “So beautiful, so tight and so perfect.” Your hips thrust up to meet him as his words. His voice and body are a song you can’t stop yourself from turning up.

“I'm going to fill you up so beautifully,” he moans out quietly, his heavy balls slapping your ass.

“Fuck-“ you cry, so near your peak. His thrust only gets faster with the sounds you make. His fingers move in quicker circles. The tingle of finishing so close.

“Go on,” he prompts, dipping his head down to suck on your neck. “Cum, for me.”

His words are the final push into the pulsing pleasure. Your body shakes and twitches as he pounds you through your high. He moans softly as you pulse so tightly around him.

“Oh,” he moans, shuddering, “right there,” he grunts not far behind.

You can feel his hips falter and his pace slow. He moans so loud and so beautiful, it carries your high on longer than you thought possible.

“Doctor,” You moan into his ear.

“Milk me sweetheart,” he groans as his hips thrust slower than before. His cum spurts into you, the warmth making you whimper for the hundredth time. You pull rope after rope after rope from his cock.

“So good, so fucking goo-“ he cuts himself off with a soft moan of your name as his eyes roll back. The Doctor's breathing gets jagged as your high turns into a fading buzz.

You feel him come to a slow stop on his wobbly arms. His softened cock slowly pulls out of you. You both hiss as the loss or closeness, and The Doctor finally collapses onto the bed, right next to you. Your naked bodies pull the other one close.

You sigh, contently into his hair. His face squished against your boobs, just how he loves it. He chuckles as he helps you pull the blankets up and over your bodies.

“You're right,” He comments, his breathing slowing down. You don’t respond for a moment, trying to think of what he means.

“Well of course I am,” you scoff softly. “But, just for the sake of the conversation, what am I right about?”

“There is one more thing to add to the list,” he replies simply, nuzzling into your chest.

“What?” You joke, “Being a good fuck?”

“No,” he says slightly taken aback, but the slight smile gives his true intentions away.

“Being a good wife.” He states calmly.

You chuckle and place a kiss on his messy head of hair.

#x reader #doctor who x you #10th doctor #smut #10th doctor x reader #doctor who x reader #doctor who #tenth doctor #doctor who smut #the doctor

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elletheactualmenace · 5 months

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lemme get uhhhh....

10th doctor x reader smut with uh....

a breeding kink if you're up for it 🤤

Oh lawd you and me are thinking the same thing 🫨

yes ma’am coming right up, let me wip something up for you😏👩‍🍳

(Sorry don’t know why this was unposted)

#Doctor who #ask

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elletheactualmenace · 5 months

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Would you write smut for the Doctor?

Hey I mean if it come up, I wouldn’t oppose the idea😏😂

#doctor who #ask

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elletheactualmenace · 5 months

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might have started already but give me insight🙏

#doctor who #x reader #tenth doctor #11th doctor #12th doctor #13th doctor #14th doctor #doctor who x reader #doctor who x y/n #doctor who x you #the doctor

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elletheactualmenace · 6 months

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Was It Worth It?

Pairing: Bruce Wayne(battinson) x fem!reader

Summary: Missed breakfasts turn into confrontations.

Warnings: Bruce being annoying, Bruce starts trying, short tempers

Word Count: 1.2k

a/n: This ones shorter but I think it’s a good step forward in mending the relationship. Anyways enjoy part 2.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

After that night, you start sleeping in separate rooms. It is lonely, but compared to Bruce’s usual late nights, it wasn’t much different, so you don’t let your mind ponder the lonely feeling too long.

Everything is an unnatural quiet. It’s eerie. The whole building feels fragile, as if you take one wrong step the floor will fall from under you.

The master bedroom is too big for one person, you’ve decided, so you’ve started sleep in one of the many guest bedrooms. The guest room is still large and elegant, but it’s more bearable when you remember that it’s only ever been you sleeping in this bed, not you and Bruce.

You don’t see Bruce as much. Only when crossing paths in the long hallways or during mealtimes. Alfred is trying his best, but there is only so much he can do.

“Good morning Mrs Wayne.” Alfred greets as you walk into the large dining space. Which is now more commonly used for Batman’s cases. “Sleep well?”

You hum and smile politely.

“Yes, thank you Alfred.” You reply as Alfred places down a plate of food in front of you. As always Alfred has been too kind by making your favorite.

“Thank you Alfred.” You smile and so does he.

“Is Bruce coming?” You ask as you dig into your food. You can see Alfred put on a sad smile.

“I’m afraid not,” He says. Bruce has stopped coming to as many meals as he used to. That, at least it used to be, was the one thing you could count on him for. Even if he didn’t eat as much as you’d liked.

“I will go to him later,” Alfred starts heading to the door.

“No, it’s alright,” you say before gently placing down the utensils in your hands. It felt like everything felt delicate. You wouldn’t dare be too harsh with anything. Even if you used to be.

“I will.” You get up and head to Bruce’s place at the table picking up Bruce’s untouched plate. You walk in the direction of the elevator, the only one in the building that goes to the floor the ‘cave’ is on.

“Are you sure Ma’am?” Alfred asks skeptically, stopping you. You pause, think for a moment, turn to him and nod. Before letting out a sharp breath and heading again to the sliding doors of the elevator.

When the doors slide open again on the bottom floor you’re greeted with a cold gust of air. Goosebumps rise on your skin.

You scan the large room looking for Bruce. Your eyes land on him, hunched over his desk, furiously scribbling into his journal. You take slow steps over to him.

“I'm not hungry Alfred.” Bruce states in a gruff voice, before you can make it even five feet from him.

“When are you ever?” You retort, walking forward still. This gets his head up, his figure un-slouched.

“You're here,” The sentence like a seament of disbelief. Bruce turns to look at you, and you see the black makeup still coated on the pale skin around his eyes. He looks a mess, like he did before you came into his life, before he trusted you to be in his life again.

“I'm here.” You say back. You delicately pick up some of the papers on his desk and move them to the side before putting down the plate of food.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, turning his attention to the plate you placed down next to his arm. He begins to hunch over again, annoyingly.

“This is my house too you know,” You comment before pushing the plate towards him.

“Can you eat please?” Bruce looks at the food a little longer before training his eyes back on his jornal.

“Can’t right now.” He says as he begins writing again. You huff and wiggle the plate on the table top to get his attention again.

“Bruce, I'm not doing this. Eat the food. You haven’t eaten anything nutritious for the past almost 3 days.” He keeps writing as he responds.

“Later.”

“‘Later’ means never. You need something over the fruit.” You complain, annoyed and he looks up at you guiltily. He moves back to his writing just as quickly as he changed his attention off of it.

You pluck the pen from his hand and then the Jornal, before tucking both under your arm.

“Eat.” You say pushing the plate even closer towards him.

“I don’t have time.” He says quietly trying to reach for the journal. You give him a pointed look, and for a second you think he's about to argue again. But then after a moment of thought he smiles softly. It’s barely noticeable, but you see it.

Unusual. You think.

“Are you laughing at me, because I'm serious.” You state with a raised brow.

“No- it's just-“ He cuts himself off trying to think, “It’s what you used to do whe-“

“Do not mistake this for forgiveness.” You harshly state, your body getting stiff and angry. You are just trying to make sure he doesn't die, you are not letting him off that easily.

“I am being a good person, not forgiving you. You have to work for that, and not just wallow in self pity and wait for me to feel bad and make it better.” Bruce straightens his back and keeps his eyes focused on the ground.

“Now eat. It’s still my job to make sure you don’t starve yourself.” Bruce slowly picks up the fork, dips it down into his food, and picks it up. He places the piece of egg into his mouth slowly and chews on it reluctantly.

You nod at him to continue and he does as you begin to speak again “After this, go lay down.” Bruce hums in understanding that you are not asking like you were before.

You begin to walk towards the elevator before you stop yourself from going any further. That reaction was harsh even for your situation. You huff out sadly before turning back to Bruce who is chewing still.

“Listen, Bruce,” You start, “I'm not trying to be a bitch.” Bruce's eyes meet yours before he looks away. The eye contact is too much for him so he settles on staring at your top, where the hem of your shirt meets your skin.

“I just- I care about you, and even though im- we’re not on the best terms doesn't mean I’ll stop worrying about you.” You say looking down at the ground with furrowed brows.

“Because, I do. I worry about you.” You admit and Bruce feels so guilty. “Im sorry,” You finish, and Bruce swears a piece of his heart cracks at your defeated stance. You are trying to be strong, and kind and angry all at the same time.

“I'm sorry too.” Bruce says quietly, “And I know I need to work hard for you to forgive me, and I know it will take time. So I'm sorry for being a hassle.”

You both stay like this in silence for a while, not knowing what to do or what to say, until Bruce abruptly stands up. He picks up his plate and walks over to you, holding out his hand for you to, hopefully, take. And you do, before putting Bruce’s journal and pen back on his disorganized desk.

Neither of you say anything as you walk hand in hand to the elevator, up the elevator, and to the dining room. You just enjoy the warmth of his calloused hand in yours. He enjoys your willingness to give him a chance, one that he doesn't deserve. Not yet.

#battinson #bruce wayne x reader #battinson x reader #angst #the batman 2022 #bruce wayne #battinson x you #x reader #batman x reader

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elletheactualmenace · 7 months

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Masterlist

angst - ☁︎︎

fluff - ♪

smut - ♥

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Peter Parker

TASM ~

It’s Not Nothing ☁︎︎ ♪

A regular day turns into patching Peter up.

Misty Day Date ♪

A cute, misty, rainy day date with Peter.

I Love Her ☁︎︎

A sad ending to an overextended love story.

Roller Coasters ☁︎︎ ♪

A fun, uneventful day at Coney Island with Peter. But when Peters involved, things are not always uneventful.

MCU ~

You Would Do That For Me? ☁︎︎ ♪

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,(Coming soon)

You hit two birds with one stone. Helping both you and Peter out in the process. Seems like a good plan, right?

Blurb's ~

Dating tasm!PeterParker ♪

Meeting the Parents ♪

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Matt Murdock

Curls ♪

Matt really likes you’re curly hair

I’ve Got You ☁︎︎

Just some comfort for the saddies

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Bruce Wayne/The Batman

BATTINSON ~

Was It Worth It? ☁︎︎

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (Coming Soon),

Bruce did something and he is afraid you won’t ever look at him the same.

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Doctor Who

10TH DOCTOR ~

Amazing ♥

Just some good old smut

#masterlist #peter parker x reader #tasm peter #mcu peter parker #matt murdock x reader #marvel fic #battinson x reader #batman

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elletheactualmenace · 7 months

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You Would do That for Me?

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!fem!reader

Summary: You hit two birds with one stone. Helping both you and Peter out in the process. Seems like a good plan, right?

Warnings: Verbal assault, Little but some physical assault, Catcalling, Bullying, annoying people just in general, swearing

Word Count: 5.04k

a/n: I tried to make this as enjoyable as I could, but some of this sucks, I tried really hard to get it to what I liked, but only some parts got there. Im hoping I’ll like the next part better. Sorry for the wait, but thanks for waiting! Also my Spanish is rusty lmk if it’s wrong.

Thoughts = “Italicized dialogue”

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,

High school. Not the most appealing place for anyone, especially not if you are the one having to attend. You don't think there has ever been one person, that doesn't come from some high school musical bullshit world, that enjoys going to high school.

You are top of your class, and you'd think that would make it easier but that's far from the truth, specifically when you go to a school where everyone is supposed to be top of the class, or they were from the schools they had formerly attended. Smart people don't like being topped. So it isn't really personal when you get cussed out or get verbally bullied. At least you don't take it personally, not enough for people other than the ones who do it to know about it.

Today is the start of another exhausting day of school. Before you open the door to your room you once over your outfit, and mentally prepare yourself for everything that is to come. You let out a puff of air and begrudgingly walk down the hall and into the big elevator at the end of the hall.

"At least I don't have to walk down stairs," you mentally thank your father for being lazy, as you push the 'floor level' button.

"Good morning Y/n." Friday says as you walk into the kitchen.

You mumble out a 'morning' and walk over to the pantry. You pull out a box of Honey Nut Cheerios. Then you get a bowl and a spoon, placing them on the counter next to the box of cereal.

"Hey kiddo," You hear your dads voice from behind you. You smile, turning to see him leaning against the fridge with a carton of milk in one of his hands. You chuckle, and walk up to him giving him a hug. He kisses your head while hugging you

with just as much love.

"Hi dad." You say as he hands you the milk. Your dad gives you a look as he watches you tiredly get your breakfast.

"What?" You struggle to speak with a spoon full of food in your mouth.

When he doesn't say anything you ask again. "Dad, what is it?"

"Nothing, you just eat exactly like me." He chuckles out. And you scrunch your brows.

"Well how the hell else would I eat?" You ask. He gives you a pointed look, "I'm not going to quote any ancient museum piece but watch your mouth young lady." You put your hands up in apology.

“But It’s not even that bad of a word. S’not like you don’t say it.” You grumble slightly before stuffing another spoonful of Cheerios into your mouth.

“Although, that does sound like some old man I know, maybe I will let him know that you are finally starting to listen.” You give him a toothy grin and he shakes his head frantically.

“Don’t, please. I don’t want him to know he's rubbing off on me.” Your dad rambles out grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. You chuckle.

You both talk a while longer as you eat your cereal.

“How’s school? Any drama I need to know about?” You roll your eyes at him.

“No, sadly, unless you consider Peter losing one of Ned's lego pieces and not talking to him for a whole four hours,” Your dad chuckles.

“I would say that's a decent amount of drama for those two,” You dad comments, and you continue your pass time chatter.

"Oh, also, sweetie, Happy is driving you to school today," You dad says as you finish up your cereal.

"But,” you start, “dad, you said you would." Your disappointed look doesn't go unnoticed even though you try to not let it show.

"I know sweetie, but I can't today, I will try to find some time this week or next to drive you, okay honey? I'm sorry." He gives you a look of pity. And he really does want to drive you, he just can’t.

You can’t figure out why it bothers you so much. It’s just a ride to school. Maybe it’s because you barely ever see him. Maybe it’s because lately he has been more occupied with work than with his own daughter.

It bothers you that it bothers you. You shouldn’t be mad at him for working, for being a hero. You should get mad because you know it's not like he wants to blow you off.

"Yeah, um, ok," you put on a tight smile as you walk over to a counter stool that you backpack is sitting on, and sling it over one of your shoulders.

"Friday," Your dad calls out, and she immediately responds,

"Yes sir?"

"Call down Happy, and let him know, Y/n is ready to head out." Your dad finishes as he walks toward the hall leading to his office. He waves you a goodbye and you give a small smile in response.

Not even a couple minutes later Happy walks in, car keys in hand. "Come on kid, let get you to school," You nod and follow him outside.

The walk to the car is quiet. And Happy is not complaining with your ‘too tired to talk attitude’. He's not one for much unnecessary conversation. That's not to say he doesn't care for what you have to say, he just likes moments of quiet. Especially during the shitty morning.

"Hey, Happy?" You ask once he starts the car. He looks up at you through the rear view mirror letting you know he's listening.

"What did my dad have to get to?" You hear Happy sigh but don't say anything.

"Listen, your dad, he's a busy man, so it could really be anything." Happy informs you with a small sad smile, trying to make you feel better. You just nod looking down at your hands, so you don't have to look at another person trying to give you pity.

——

You slam your locker shut and turn to see Ned and Peter at their lockers that are a few away from yours. You nudge MJ and she closes her locker slightly to look at you.

"Yeah?" She asks and you nod towards the rest of your friend group. Mj doesn’t like that you called yourself that but she doesn’t have a better solution so she lets it slide.

"I'm going to go talk to them, meet up later?" You ask and she nods before bidding you goodbye.

"No, no, no, Peter, listen to me, I know it isn't a scam, because my cousins, best friends, little brother also ordered from the website and it came." Ned argues with who you are assuming is Peter.

"I don't think that's a credible source, dude. Have you even met your cousins, aunts, friends, brother?" Peter asks skeptically.

"It was my cousins, best friends, little brother." Ned grumbled out with an eye roll.

“The fact that you have to correct him just proves the point more.” You state bluntly entering the very stupid, conversation.

“See exactly!” Peter exclamins in your dereliction. Ned mumbles something out but you don’t quite catch it, Peter does though and his face goes pink and he hits Ned's arm.

“My, point proven,” Ned says quietly. And you brush it off assuming it's an inside joke. The bell rings and catches your attention.

“Okay come on you five year olds, let's stop arguing about credible sources, and whose brother said what.” You put your hands on both of their backs and push them toward your shared first period classroom.

When you walk in and find your seat. MJ is already sitting, in the seat right next to yours. And behind you Peter and Ned sit down. When the final bell rings everyone is sat down and ready for a long boring lecture.

The teacher passes out assignments and you all finish the assignment pretty quick, so, per usual, you sit around talking, or more, arguing.

“We need to agree on something and stop arguing.” MJ says calmly. You are all arguing about the movie you’re all going to watch at your house on Friday night. When someone proposes a movie, someone else always doesn't like it.

“I'm sorry MJ, but I will not watch Titanic, I can’t.” You deadpan, arms crossed over one another.

“Oh, come on Y/n! It's not that bad!” Ned tries but you shake your head with a look of utter disgust.

“It is that bad, I physically can’t watch it. I know it’s iconic or whatever, but I won’t let that movie play at my house. It’s not going to happen.” You slam your fist on Peter and Neds shared desk.

“What about Shutter Island?” Peter suggests. Looking at you for approval and you shrug. “I'm good with that.” You say.

“What's with all the DiCaprio movies?” MJ asks. And Ned groans, running his hands down his face. “So that's a no?” Ned says more of a statement than a question.

“I never said no,” She tries but you put your hand out to stop her. “You didn’t have to, it's a no.” You say tiredly.

“We have zero chance at agreeing on a movie by Friday.” Peter says resting his face in his arms that are arms crossed across the table.

“You know what else it is at zero?” Flash asks as walking past us to get to his seat after turning in the assignment.

Before you can tell him to piss off he continues. “Penis Parker’s girl game. You have Zero chance of ever getting any girl, even if they are the ugliest thing anyone has ever laid eyes on.” Flash’s friends snicker at his words and he laughs loud at his own joke. As he walks past other kids in the class he gets fist bumps.

You look at him unamused. And when you see the sad embarrassed look on Peter's face you want to respond to Flash by cussing him out, but MJ gets to him before you do.

“We get it Flash, you’re taking your insecurities out on Peter, because we all know your ‘girl game’ is peaking in high school.” MJ retorts glaring at Flash. She says girl game like it’s the stupidest terminology to use, because it is.

“His girl game is just going to keep getting better after we graduate from this high school shit hole” You add huffing out in annoyance.

Flash looks around trying to get people to stand up for him. But no one does. They all just look away or at whatever they were before.

“Whatever,” You see Flash shrink in his chair as he quietly speaks. You glance over at Peter, he gives you a small smile.

“Thanks,” he whispers. You nod smiling at him.

The rest of class he’s quiet, and you can’t help thinking that this sort of thing happens a lot. You wish you could help him more, or that you could prevent it from happening. You sigh and stand when the bell rings, the subject still on your mind.

——

“I don’t know, MJ,” You start while unlocking your locker. “I like the idea of a horror movie, but I don’t know if the boys could take it.” She shrugs,

"Well we should just make them deal with it.” You hum in consideration, “I mean come on, think about how many times Ned has made us watch Star Wars?”

You nod in agreement. She does have a point. You can’t count on one hand how many times you’ve had to sit through one of the Star Wars movies.

“Alright, fine.” You huff out, “But you’re telling them.” You poke her shoulder with your finger when you say it.

“Deal,” She takes your hand into hers and shakes it. You chuckle, shaking back.

You and MJ start heading out the front doors of the building. You spot Ned and Peter, and wave to them. Ned waves and Peter smiles.

You and MJ part ways as she heads to the subway station, and you head over to a bodega to get some food while you wait for Happy.

You cross the street walking along the white strips of color on the paved road. You pull out your phone when you get to the other side of the cross walk, to see if Happy texted you yet.

Happy:)

I’ll be there in ten.

Happy:)

Where do you want me to pick you up?

Y/n Stark

The bodega, want anything?

Happy:)

I'm good.

Y/n Stark

Cheetos it is! See you in a bit 🫡

You turn off your phone and put it in your pocket, stepping into the bodega. The man behind the counter's head shoots up when he hears the bell on the door ring.

“Hola, pequeño Sparky,” The man says.

“Hola, Sr. López,” You grin and wave. When you first met, Sr. López, he told you that you look like Tony Stark's daughter. But he said spark not Stark, it stuck. You never correct him, and you never tell him you are actually Tony Stark's daughter, because you enjoy the name just as much as he does.

“Can I get a bacon egg and cheese?” You ask and he smiles big.

“Ah of course, and cheetos for Sr. gruñón?” You nod and smile. “You know it, Sr. López”

You walk over to the shelf of chips and grab the bag of cheetos. When your order is done you pay and head outside, waving Sr. Lòpez goodbye.

“Que tenga una buena tarde, Sr. López.” You say stepping out of the bodega.

When you walk out you almost trip. You look down and notice your untied shoelace. You probably unintentionally stepped on it again. When you bend over to tie it you hear something.

More like someone. Or multiple people. You hear someone whistle, and you stand and turn around abruptly.

And that’s when you see them. The three little pieces of shit that always bother you. They are always somehow there just when you don’t want them to be. Not that you ever did want them there. They are the weirdo dickheads who never leave you alone. Somehow they always pop up out of nowhere.

The blond short kid named Derek, whistles again. Logan the tallest one begins walking over to you. The other two follow.

You quickly begin walking past them. And you get half a block before Otis the jet black haired guy grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a small alley. Derek and Logan gather around you whistling laughing. You struggle in Otis’s grip, you’re sure it will leave a big bruise.

“What the hell do you want?” You spit out and Logan tuts shaking his head.

“Well look at you,” He breathes out as you get out of Otis’s tight hold. “How is a pretty thing like you still so available?”

Derek chuckles and pushes your body against the brick alley wall with his hands.

“I have no clue, but if you want to, baby, I'm open to anything” Derek growls out, and your face turns into disgust.

“Don’t make that face, it makes you look ugly.” Otis says with a scowl.

“I have to go.” You say quietly looking down to stop your shaky breathing.

“What was that hon’?” Logan asks, leaning his face close to yours. “Couldn’t quite hear you.” You know full well he can hear you, he's just being a dick.

You snap your head up with an angry expression, glaring daggers at the boys. “I have to go.” You state firmly. You watch as their faces turn into smiles, and they begin to laugh at you.

Then you hear a ding from your pocket. Surprisingly they let you grab your phone. You wonder why until Derek snatches the phone from your hands. You try to reach for it but Otis pushes you back against the wall.

“Give it to me,” You shout. They ignore you and look at the text. “Seems like she does have to go, boys,” Logan says, tossing your phone back with an annoyed look.

“It's a shame, I would have liked to tease you more.” Otis’s comment makes you mad. You look down at your lock screen to see a text from Happy.

Happy:)

I'm here, where are you?

The boys move to make way for you. And as you walk past them you trip over Dereks, purposefully, outstretched foot. You stumble and don’t bother to look back, so you don’t have to see them cackling at you.

You quickly scurry out of the alley and towards Sr. López’s bodega. You see Happy in a black car across the street, he sees you and waves. Nodding back you cross the street.

You open the car door and slip in. You pull the Cheetos out from your bag and reach over the divider to hand them to him. He thanks you and pulls out from the parking spot.

“Where were you?” He asks, chewing on a cheeto. You shrug, rubbing your bruised arm. “Uhh, I was just walking around waiting for you.” Its a good enough lie to get him to drop the subject. The car ride from that point on is silent, uncharacteristic for you, but Happy doesn't comment as he continues driving and you eat your bacon egg and cheese.

——

You hate it.

Feeling helpless.

How could you not when you were raised by the Iron Man, and grew up around superheros, and just strong people. So, it makes your blood boil when you think about the way you let them treat you. You know how to speak up for others, but for some stupid reason your own brain is too scared to be able to defend you.

What makes you doubly angry when you walk into your house, is thinking about the way Flash and the other kids at your school treat Peter. “What makes them think they are so much better? They don’t even compare to Peter,” you think. Peter is smart and sweet and has the kindest soul of anyone you have ever come across, so it pisses you off how shitty people can be. If only you could fix both problems.

“What’s got you so grumpy?” Pepper asks as you walk past her to your room. Her voice breaks your train of thought.

“Everything,” You grumble out. Pepper hums in understanding. Pepper, although she's not biologically you family, you consider her your mother. She's always there for you and she watched and helped you grow into the person you are.

“Anything I can help you with?”

“Not really. Unless you can magically make people stop being jerks.” She chuckles as your shoulders slouch.

“Well, when I'm dealing with Jerks, I tell them to stop or I’ll fire them. I usually try to hit two birds with one stone to get them out of my life faster. So fire the problem not just one person.” Pepper says, trying to help. You nod. And you catch the end of a conversation when your dad and Clint walk in.

“So, no, there will be no boyfriends or girlfriends for Y/n for a long time.” Clint chuckles at your dad.

Your brows scrunch before your head shoots up and your face breaks into a grin. Pepper who was watching you smiles, confused.

“You are a genius, dad!” You shout as you rush over to him to kiss him on the check.

“I know,” Your dad looks surprised when he says it, but smiles anyway.

“Thanks uncle Clint,” You hug Clint quickly and he tries to hug back but you pull away before he can.

Then you run back to your mom, wrapping her in a hug, before she can say anything, or pat you back, you run off.

“Thanks mom, got to go!” You yell back to her as you rush into your bedroom.

“What was that about?” Clint asks Pepper, and she shrugs.

“I say let’s be happy, she's happy.” Tony says as he continues to walk to his lab.

When you shut the door you throw your backpack on your bed. You begin pacing back and forth in thought.

“Peter needs a girlfriend. And I need someone who can keep those assholes away from me.” You drop the pacing for tapping your foot and rubbing your chin. Your face scrunches trying to think of a solution.

“It can’t possibly be this hard to come up with something… who’s a girl who’s single, and likes Peter, or can at least tolerate pretending to like him? Who’s someone who I can have, help me?”

Your tapping gets faster as your brain works harder. “How the hell can’t I think of anything? I’m the daughter of fucking Tony Stark for goodness sake. There has to be someone-“ You cut your thoughts off and your eyes go wide at your realization.

“No.” You think shaking You head. “That wouldn’t be acceptable. We’re friends not- not…that.”

“Oh shit.” You say aloud this time. “It’s the only solution that isn’t 100% insane.” You breath out a shaky sigh. “I have to ask Peter Parker to be my boyfriend.”

——

“This is 100% insane.” You think, gripping the pole in the rocking subway cart. “I know it’s insane, he’s gonna think it’s insane.”

You got Happy to let you head over to Peters to work on ‘a project’. You do have your homework with you, but you can’t focus on anything other than the crazy conclusion you have come to. So, no homework could get done without talking to Peter.

The subway cart is pretty full, because it just hit rush hour and there’s a woman who’s standing a little close to you. You step a couple inches towards the bar.

You keep going over what you are going to say to Peter in your head. You can’t come up with a coherent sentence that doesn’t sound like you are just flat out asking him out. Well you are doing that, “but- no- not in that way” You keep telling yourself. You just have to explain the situation to him, and he’ll understand. Right?

You also have to consider the fact that no one out of school can know about it. If your dad knew you were dating someone, you think he might just kill them. You heard what he said to Clint. But what he doesn't know can’t hurt him, at least while he doesn't know. You know what the consequences are if he finds out, but you are willing to do it, for you and for Peter.

The train car pulls to a stop, and the doors open. You hear the automated voice ring through the train station as you set out of the train car. Piles of people rush in and out of the train. You dodge the hoards by swerving and slipping past them, out of habit. Living in New York, it's impulses to walk around slow people.

You climb the steps of the train station and out into the chilly air of Queens. You wrap your arms around your body, regretting the decision to ditch the jacket.

It takes a couple minutes to get to Peter and May's apartment, but once you travel up the elevator and your hand is inches from the door, all your previous courage drains from your body. You blink harshly to shake away the fear. Your heart is pounding and you can’t breathe properly.

“Just do it already, what are you scared of? its Peter,” You know there is lots to be scared of but you won’t let your mind drift that way.

You lift your hand to knock on the door, but it’s pulled open before you can make contact with the metal handle. You step back startled.

“Oh god, so sorry.” The woman in front of you says with a sigh. Your heart rate begins to slow when you hear her voice.

“No worries, Miss Parker.” You chuckle. She laughs out at your words.

“Oh please, I'm not that old Y/n, just call me May, like everyone else.” She smiles politely at you.

“I'm not everyone else.” You smile back. She shakes her head with a grin. “No you are not,”

“Well, I have to go pick something up from the store, help yourself,” she gestures inside, “Peters in his room, most likely building a lego set.” She pauses, “Or looking up ones he wants.”

You laugh and nod, waving goodbye and walking in. You take your shoes off and shut the door. You’re kind of glad May forgot to ask what you are doing here, that makes this easier at least.

You huff out looking out at the tiddy cozy apartment. You have always loved it here. It is so homey and welcoming, and it always makes you feel a little more at ease. And now is no exception.

You slip off your shoes and as you walk by the coach you put your bag down to rest.

“Peter?” You ask as you walk closer to Peter's ajar door. You see the back of his head turned down, looking at some papers on his desk. You can see the white wire of his head phones sticking out from under his chocolate brown hair.

You push the door slightly and slip through. You walk closer to him, trying to keep your heart from picking up its fast pace again. You call out to him again, and this time place a hand on his shoulder.

Peter jumps up out of his chair, trying to look intimidating in a fighting pose. But the intimidation doesn't last long because he slips on a sweatshirt on the ground and falls.

You erupt into a fit of laughter. Peters just looks startled, but when his brain finally acknowledges the situation, his eyes go wide in relief. When he gets up and you are still laughing, struggling to breathe, his cheeks go pink in embarrassment.

“It's not that funny,” he mumbles out. This only gets you laughing again. He tries to hide his smile by stuffing his face in his hands.

“Ok, ok, sorry.” You chuckle trying to slow your breathing and calm down.

“You just jumped so high and then slipped on nothing.” You say rubbing your face with a grin.

“It wasn’t nothing.” He says kicking the sweatshirt on the ground further away from him and then walks to the door.

“Mhh,” you hum in amusement following behind him.

“What are you doing here anyway?” He asks as he leads you to sit in the living room with him.

“Well,” You sigh, still a little breathless from laughing. You pause, try to create a coherent sentence that won’t make Peter run and hide. You sit in the meantime and Peter sits down next to you.

“I need to talk to you.” Your face gets more serious and it worries him. “Why? Did something happen?” He asks as his brows furrow in concern.

“No, no, no, nothing happened. Or, no. More like I want to stop something from happening again.” You realize the sentence makes the situation sound different then what it is.

“Did I do something?” Peter asks his brows furrowing further.

“No. No never. It’s just,” you trail off, and before you can pull yourself together to spit it out he cuts you off.

“Did someone else do something? Can I help?” Peter's head tilts and his lips form a frown listening attentively.

“No,” you stutter out. “Just listen to me for a second Pete.” He nods with a quick apology. Then his full attention is on you. His eyes unwavering staring into yours. Suddenly you can’t breathe, but you try to speak either way.

“You know how you get-“ you pause to rephrase. “How Flash is a dick towards you?” Peter nods slowly waiting for you to continue. You hadn’t told him about the guys bothering you, and want to keep it that way.

“And how, today he made fun of you for not having a girlfriend?” Peter nods, getting wary.

“Well, I mean-“ you stutter over your words “if you want, and feel, you know, comfortable or whatever,” you swallow the lump in your throat. He nods again, smiling softly to try and ease the tension in your shoulders and urging you on. You squeeze your eyes shut and blurt it out.

“I could pretend to be your girlfriend at school and stuff,”

When you peak an eye open, you see Peter's shoulders slumped and his eyes wide. In utter disbelief.

“Then no one would ever give you a hard time,” You quickly explain so your point doesn’t come across wrong.

You wait for Peter to say something. You wait for him to tell you no, or to say yes. You wait for him to say anything at all. But he’s radio silent.

Worry begins to creep up your spine. The pit in your stomach grows inch by inch every second he’s quiet. What if this is the wrong conclusion? What if you stepped too far? What have you done?

Fuck. You shouldn't have come. You shouldn’t have been stupid enough to think this was a good idea.

But out of nowhere, as if he just realizes that he’s the person you’re talking to, he speaks up.

“You would- do that for me?” He asks as his eyes grow soft and his eyebrows raise hopefully.

“Well, I mean, sure.” You nervously chuckle out. Rubbing the back of your neck with your palm.

“And anyways, you’d keep the creepy guys away from me.” You note as Peter seems to step back taking everything you’ve said in. What if he starts laughing? What if he is messing with you? He wouldn’t do that, right?

“I- I-“ you hold your breath as he begins talking, the pit in your stomach makes you feel like you might throw up. If he doesn’t hurry up you’re sure you’ll apologize profusely and run out of the apartment before he can say anything.

“I would love-“ Peter smiles “to be your boyfriend Y/n.”

Oh.

You let out a shaky breath. It worked. You don’t believe it. He said yes.

“Really?” You ask, a small quizzical smile on your face.

“Yeah.” He says grinning wide.

Well shit. It worked.

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elletheactualmenace · 8 months

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You Would do That for Me? - Preview

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!fem!reader

Summary: You hit two birds with one stone. Helping both you and Peter out in the process. Seems like a good plan, right?

Warnings: Verbal assault, Little but some physical assault, Catcalling, Bullying, probably more I will edit it later.

a/n: been struggling with this one, but Im going to finish editing fully and then post the first part, hopefully sooner rather then later. @Tmhxll sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be good enough for me to feel satisfied. Thanks for waiting.

High school. Not the most appealing place for anyone, especially not if you were the one having to attend. You don't think there has ever been one person, that doesn't come from some high school musical bullshit world, that enjoys going to high school.

You are top of your class, and you'd think that would make it easier but that's far from the truth, specifically when you go to a school where everyone is supposed to be top of the class, or they were from the schools they had formerly attended. Smart people don't like being topped. So it isn’t really personal when you get cussed out or get verbally bullied. At least you don’t take it personally, not enough for people other than the ones who do it to know about it.

“At least I don't have to walk down stairs,” you mentally thank your father for being lazy, as you push the 'floor level' button.

——

a/n: I know its SUPER short, but please bear with me. Hopefully the first chapter will be out soon.

#x reader #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #marvel mcu #mcu peter parker #mcu peter x reader #stark!reader #stark!daughter #peter parker x stark!reader

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elletheactualmenace · 8 months

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Bot accounts and Real people with accounts.

I’m pretty sure the tumblr community is well aware of this problem and probably loads of other people have already made posts about this, so I’ll keep it brief.

So recently blogs like this keep appearing in my followers list (these are recent ones)

Now when you get a spam blogs or p*rn bots you’re supposed to blog them. But some these blogs are actual people who are new on tumblr and have the default icon, so you’re supposed to check before who block them. But here’s the problem…

some of these blogs don’t have anything. No posts, No description, No title. So you’re gonna automatically assume that these are spam and block them.

Now I hate fact that some of these blogs belong to actual people and I’ve been blocking and reporting on blogs like these for the past few days, and that they’re probably wondering why there being blocked or reported. ( sorry to the people who own blogs like these that I blocked you)

So a couple of tips for new blogs on this site,

1.You could change the title (a catchphrase, a favorite quote, a random sentence etc.) or type small description, or whatever random stuff you like!

2. You could change the your avator or icon (it be a picture of you, a cartoon, again it’s your choice do whatever)

3.If you’re not planning to frequently post stuff and just sign in to check out other people’s stuff, just put a put a post something like this just to show you’re new here.(again u can write down anything)

if you’re reading this and new to this website I hope you found these suggestions useful and should stop you from getting blocked immediately. Happy posting.

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elletheactualmenace · 8 months

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Roller Coasters

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Summary: A fun, uneventful day at Coney Island with Peter. But when Peters involved, things are not always uneventful.

Warnings: Horribly written fight sequence, fluffy at the beginning, angsty at the end, nausea, People in danger, nonsensical occurrences, lame ass ending, lmk if i missed one

Word count: 2.9k

a/n: hate hate hate hate hate hate hate this. But I needed to finish it. Anyways I have another Peter Parker story brewing in the pot, hopefully a multi part story. Don’t trust me on it. Also ignore the ugly photo :’) As always enjoy my horrible writing.

“Hey, Peter?” You ask, leaning over the kitchen table chair. Peter lifts his head from the newspaper he was looking at. The headline reads ‘Electro Still On The Loose’ with a picture of Peter, well Spiderman, fighting Electro. It’s the fight from last week.

Electro hasn’t shown his face since then and it’s stressing out Peter. You can tell by the bags under his eyes and his slumped shoulders against the table.

“Yeah?” He asks, turning to you.

“I know you’ve been stressed about Electro, you haven’t left the apartment all week, except for your patrols. You need to get out. So I was thinking, tomorrow, just for an hour or so, we could go to Coney Island.” Peter looks down thinking for a moment. His tired gaze meeting the table.

“Y/n, baby I-“ you cut him off before he can turn the idea down.

“Listen, I know you need to be alert and ready for him, and you have been, but you also need to de-stress. It will be for an hour. Okay? Then we’ll come back. If you really want you can bring your suit under your outfit.” You try to reason and Peter sighs, giving in, too tired to argue. He also knows you’re right.

“I would have either way,” he states and you give him a confused look.

“Brought the suit, I would have brought it whether or not you said I could.” He sheepishly explains. And you give him a pointed look, telling him that he shouldn’t have said that, as he rubs the back of his neck.

“So that’s a yes?” You move on with a raised brow, and he nods reluctantly. Your smile shows him how grateful you are that he said yes, even if you are still a little annoyed.

The next day at around 3:00pm you walk into the gates of Coney Island. Smiles on both you and Peter's faces. He’s already more relaxed just at the change of scenery.

After a couple of rides you can tell that Peter doesn’t have as strong of a stomach as you and he thought.

“Come on!” You tug on Peter's sleeve walking in the detection of the next ride you want to go on.

“Hold on,” Peter looks pale and nauseous. The last ride you went on was so fast you think your clothes might have fallen off if the buckle on your seat wasn’t suffocating you like it was.

“I need a,” he interrupts himself with a gagging noise. “sec,”

“Aren’t you supposed to be the one who can handle this sort of thing? You are, you know, Spiderman.” You whisper, “And these rides are like swinging with your webs,” You chuckle and he rolls his eyes at you.

“Shut up. This is nothing like swinging. When I’m swinging I have full control over where I’m going and what I’m doing.” He retorts standing up straight with his hand on his stomach.

“Oh, really?” You ask skeptically, “what about the times you get thrown by monsters or ‘bad guys’?” Peter thinks for a moment then continues walking in the direction you were pulling him, without you.

“I have no control over that, just like on roller coasters. And I don’t get thrown for fun, so why would I want to experience the same thing on rides for fun?” He asks in a grumble, as you catch up with him.

You roll your eyes. Looping your arm in his, you guide him to the next ride you want to take him on.

“You’ll still go on the roller coasters with me though, right?” You ask looking up at him with pleading eyes. He sighs, defeated.

“Fine.” You grin widely at him and he gives you a small smile back.

“Okay so now we have to go on Cyclone!” You exclaim pulling him again. “The best ride here.”

“It was opened in 1927,” You comment as you walk over.

“19?” Peter squeaks out.

——

You and Peter are waiting in line for thunderbolt and Peter is trembling. He looks up at the 115 feet tall ride, which drops at a 90 degree angle. He gulps gripping the metal railing of the line for dear life. He turns to you whispering in a small voice.

“Any chance you’re gonna wanna back out of this?” You roll your eyes at him shaking your head.

“Not a chance.” You pause and then speak again. “What happened to the unafraid skateboard kid I fell in love with?” You raise an eyebrow in question.

Peter's nose scrunches up at your use of words. “‘Skateboard kid’? Really? I was never a ‘Skateboard kid’. So you clearly fell in love with someone else.” His disgusted face breaks into a smile and wholehearted laugh when you raise a brow .

“Ok, fine. Skateboard kid or what you want to call it, you still were unafraid,” You note. He shrugs.

“I am unafraid…of most things.” He remarks. You puff out a laugh and step past the worker onto the platform to get into your seat.

Peter's body freezes when he realizes it’s finally his turn to ride Thunderbolt. His eyes go wide and he is unmoving.

“You unafraid of this?” You laugh as you try to pull him to your seats.

“I said most things.” He informs you.

“Common tough guy, you’re holding up the line.” You say and Peter turns around to see a big bulky bodybuilding looking guy looking down at him with an annoyed look on his face. Peter shrinks and lets you pull him to the seats.

When he sits down he can’t tell if he’s more scared of the guy or the fact he was about to lunch from this coster to an early death. Peter turns to you and he sees your outstretched hand, ready for him to take. He takes it gratefully. He whispers thanks and you smile.

The ride starts up, moving forward and Peter's grip on your hand gets tighter. The rides track turns and you begin your ascent up the big drop. The cranking noise is loud in your ears. And all of the sudden Peter is thankful you didn’t get the front row of seats. His grip on the bar is so strong he is worried he will leave a dent. You stroke his thumb hoping to soothe his worry. It works.

“I'm sorry that I forced you to come on with me.” You confess out of nowhere. In truth you see his scared eyes and the grip he has on the bar handle and feel bad. He is also crushing your hand. Peters brows scrunch.

“What? I wanted to come.” He says, turning his head to look at you.

“You did? You look pretty terrified right now.” You blurt out. He laughs nervously.

“Oh, believe me, I am. But I like doing things with you, and this can’t possibly be worse than getting tosed around by villains like im a bean bag.” He says focus on you, you smile and so does he.

Then in a second the cart you are sitting in plummets down toward the rock hard ground. Peter's grip on your hand loosens as both of his hands grip the bar in front of him. The ride reaches the ground but immediately flys back up and into a loop. He yells but instead of just fear you can hear joy and excitement. The same joy and excitement as when he swings you around New York.

You lift your arm up, ‘whoo-ing’ with happiness and adrenaline pumping through your veins. The cart twists with the corkscrew. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Peter smile and then you hear him laugh. Not something you expected. It makes your grin grow as you laugh with him.

After the last bump up and down on the ride, it slows to a stop. Peter's hair is messy but not too unusual form normally. When the bar lifts you chuckle and ruff up his hair more.

He turns to you panting. You both hop out of the seats and walk to the exit gate where all the other riders are headed. Once you’re out and you both get your phones you head over to a shady spot on the boardwalk.

“So?” You ask Peter.

“I don’t know what it was, but that one ride was a lot more fun than the other ones you made me go on.” He laughs out and you smirk, content with yourself.

“See? All you needed was to find the right one. And next time if you don’t want to go on something just tell me and I’ll drop it, and we won’t go.” You say with a tiny bit of gilt. He gives you a reassuring smile and wraps his arms around you in a tight hug.

“I will.”

——

When it starts to get darker crowds of people begin to gather on the beach and the boardwalk, waiting for the fireworks to begin. Americans take the fourth of July seriously and if you hadn't known that before, you sure do now. The herds of people make it hard to walk without bumping into someone or touching someone unintentionally.

You and Peter find a somewhat vacant spot in the crowd and wait to watch the fireworks.

When the first spark of light shoots into the sky the crowd of people erupt into cheers. People wiping cameras out and others just enjoying the view. The lights come first and then the sound. It’s like popcorn popping but louder. Purple orange, from red and yellow to green. Yellow lines in the sky shoot out from the spark. So loud and powerful you swear you can feel it in your heart and stomach. There is screeching and wailing that sounds like people on rides but it’s the fireworks.

After many minutes of the breathtaking lights of color you know that the finale is soon. You grasp Peter's hand in excitement and he smiles down at you with love. Peter pulls you close to him by wrapping his strong arm around your waist, hugging you to his side.

As the final shots of light leaps up into the night air the normal colors of streaming light changes into a face. One very familiar to both you and Peter and the People of New York. Electro. Peter immediately springs into action. He gives you a look that says he’s sorry for leaving but you reassure him.

“Go Peter, I’ll help evacuate the boardwalk.” Peter nods at your words and runs off somewhere to change into his suit. Before you are able to start evacuating, Electro shoots a blast of electricity out toward a big crowd of people and everyone begins panicking and running around trying to get away. You use your arms to direct people away from the scene.

Spiderman leaps unto the Thunderbolt sign, effectively getting Electro’s attention.

“Hey Max-a-million,” Spiderman says waving to him. Electro is not so pleased with Spiderman's name choice. “What’s goin’ on man? This is supposed to be a celebration, not a free for all, destroy what you want,” Spiderman comments standing up with his arms crossed, tapping his foot. As Spiderman says this you are running down to the water to help people get away. You spot a small family trying to get out of the water and run towards the buildings in the distance. You run into the water, clothes on, and help the father by grabbing the baby in his arms so he can help his daughter.

You hand the baby to his mother and run back into the waves of the ocean to help the others. The father's grip on his daughter's hand falters as she trips and falls into the deep sandy water, the father successfully gets on land, and you run over to the girl.

Electro lets out an almost growl. “Piss off Spidey. This is my celebration, causing chaos and causing you the trouble of trying to save everyone when you know you can’t.” Peter gets mad at this. And jumps over to where Electro is connected to his power source, which is right by you. But before Spiderman can get it disconnected Electro shoots a bolt of lightning this time at the ocean. Oh no. Peter thinks as he watches the bolt in almost slow motion. Peter spots you and his eyes go wide. You have the little girl in your arms and are trying to pull her out of the now ankle deep water.

Spiderman shoots a web towards your body, his heart pounding against the stretchy fabric of his tight suit. When it attaches to your shoulder he pulls as hard as you can. You and the girl in your arms are yanked back harshly. You both crash onto the dry sand right as the Electricity hits the water. You get whiplash from the pull and hit the sand harshly.

The little girl gets up and runs into her fathers arms, and then they run away. You try to get up but your body aches from the fall. You get yourself up slowly and painfully and try to follow the herd of people away, but you stumble and limp.

Peter looks to you anxiously, but then turns back his attention to the task at hand when he sees you get up. Peter runs to where Electro is getting his power from and yanks at it. Electro shoots a blast in his direction and he flips over it, dodging it. He dodges many more blasts while trying to get Electro unplugged.

Then finally he gets it. Electro's eyes go wide as his electric form turns into a human one. Peter watches as he begins tumbling towards the ground. Spiderman leaps up to catch him, and lands on the boardwalk with a smoking Max.

The next few minutes are a blur. The police arrive and take Electro into custody, Spiderman talks to the cops about casualties and what happened. And then he swings away to somewhere, where he won’t be spotted changing into everyday clothing, and then Peter rushes back the the boardwalk to find you.

When he get there he searches everywhere, he even calls you. Hes on the beach where he saw you last when he hears a phone ringing next to his foot. He bends down to pick it up. It’s your phone. Peter slides the phone into his back pocket and runs back over to the police. Peter runs over to an officer and is stopped from going further.

“Wow, wow, hold it there.” The officer says. “I'm looking for someone, Officer.” Peter pants out.

“Alright, breath son.” The Officer orders. “Do you think they were injured?”

“Yea- yes. I lost her in the crowd. She fell on the beach and I couldn’t get to her.” His lie seems believable enough, because it was partially true. The Officer sighs.

“If you recognize any of the people over by the ambulances then I can let you by, but otherwise I can’t help you.” The Policeman points behind him to the medics and he scans over the faces of the people looking for yours.

When he spots you sitting in the back of the truck he points, “Over there, I know her, She's my girlfriend.” The Policeman hesitates, “Can I please go over to her?” He pleads out, eyes getting teary.

“Alright, go ahead.” The policeman sighs, steps aside and lets Peter through, and he runs over to you while calling your name. You look up abruptly and Peter sees the cuts on your face. His fear worsens.

“Y/N? Oh, baby are you okay?” Peter asks as he takes your face in between his hands. You nod. Your skin is cold and it makes him worried. He takes of his jacket and pulls it around your damp and sandy body.

“Peter, I'm fine, really.” Peter pulls you into a tight embrace, after a moment of hesitation you hug him back.

“I'm so, so sorry, honey,” Peter says shakily. Griping you for dear life. Like if he lets go, his whole world would fall apart, because without you it would.

“I'm alright Peter, just a little frazzled, that's all.” You rub his back soothingly and he holds you with his face in your neck, willing tears not to come.

“I should never have agreed to come here.” Peter whispers into your shoulder. You shush him and tut.

“If you hadn’t so many more would be hurt. Including me.” You whisper back. “None of this is your fault.” Peter pulls away at your words to rest his forehead against yours. You both close your eyes taking in each other. Peter raps his hand around yours with a heavy sigh.

“I'm so happy you're okay,” He says before he leans in to leave a long, loving kiss on your cheek. “I don’t think I could do anything without you. I don’t even know who I’d be, especially if it was my fault.” His voice brakes as a tear slips from his eye.

You don’t say anything but pull him into a hug as he quietly cries.

“I can’t promise I won’t leave Pete,” You start trying to find the right words. You know you can’t promise anything or be sure of what is to come, but you can be sure of this, what is happening in the present. “All I know is, right now, at this moment, I won’t let anything happen to us.”

You pull Peter impossibly closer to your chest. “I won’t let anything change how I feel about you. I love you Peter. And no Electric man or Lizard can change that.” He chuckles softly as you kiss the top off his head. Peter leans all his weight against you, as you hold each other. And he mumbles.

“I love you too Y/n, more than you will ever understand.”

#tasm fic #x reader #tasm!peter x y/n #angst #fluff #peter parker #tasm peter #tasm!peter fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n

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elletheactualmenace · 8 months

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I was ballin the whole time, Peters just so mean. And for what???

I Love Her

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: A sad ending to an overextended love story.

Warnings: Peters being a dick, angst, allusions to cheating

Word Count: 2.4k

a/n: I mean listen, I might have snuck in some Harry x reader Idk you can take it and see it as you want. Anyways this is only sorta proofread so don’t judge me for my dumbassness. I was listening to Sparks by Coldplay and this idea popped in my brain so I sat down and wrote it in like 40ish minutes. I don’t know what happened. I've had writer's block but my brain literally said sike for an hour. I think my brain only goes out of writer's block when I have a depressing Idea. Enjoy.

You have been ignoring it. You always have. Ever since you saw it, since you felt it. You don’t want to believe it’s real so you pretend it isn’t. You pretend nothing is wrong. But everything is wrong. The pulling away, the less time together. It’s all messed up and not right.

You’re sitting at a restaurant alone again. The seat across from you unfiled. It's empty where he should be. At first you hadn’t mined as much, because you assumed he was late or was saving someone. But now, this hurts. Sitting alone, the waiters and waitresses ask when your date will arrive, and if you want to start with something before he comes. But he won’t come. You learned after too many nights sitting alone in the seat across from the empty one.

So you order and eat in silence, watching other couples happily talking and living the life you want. And when you leave you pay as you should leaving a generous tip for the waiters who had to deal with you and the date that didn’t show.

The second you step out of the resturant in your nice new dress, that you had picked out for this night, the storm clouds rush in and drench you. The rain hides your tears. He promised that this time he would show. And you hoped he was being honest. But you should have never hoped. It’s like he’s toying with you and you can’t do anything but sit back and wait for him to be done messing with you.

You walk in the rain down the street to your shared apartment. You don’t have the energy to call a cab. You also want him to feel bad. At first that was the last thing you wanted, but now you want him to understand that it hurts you. That he hurts you.

You pass by a smaller, less formal, restaurant and from a glance you recognize the people seated near the window. You stop a little away from the window to look inside. It's Harry, Gwen and Peter.They are all laughing at something Peter said. Your eyes trail down to the seats they are sat in. Gwen and Peter are sitting too close for comfort. She's where you should be. Your tear stained face goes numb in the cold. The only visible confirmation that you are alive is your red cheeks and tip of your nose. You wonder what you did to get to this point. Did you drive him away? Did he lose interest? Did he ever have interest?

You sigh, the sinking feeling in your stomach is slowly becoming a friend. Something you know so well, it’s like home. A home you want to run and hide from.

You hear something that peaks your interest. It's Harry. Kind, sweet Harry.

“Hey Pete where's Y/n?” Peter tilts his head. Is he actually thinking about it? How did he forget your date and then go and make new plans with both of your friends? You know what he’ll say though. He won’t remember.

“Umm, I'm not sure, I think she's working. But let's talk about something I know, because I don’t know where she is,” He states, blankly. You see Harry makes a face that looks like he is humming in confusion. But before Harry can ask about it again Gwen starts up another conversation. It's something about Peter's order.

“Well, I know that that order is absolutely-“ You don’t have heart to torture yourself with listening to them.

A bolt of lightning flashes and the sky turns bright for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye you see Harry duble taking. Did he see you? Doesn't matter, you think and continue to walk back to the apartment.

Tonight you crawl into bed sad and gloomy. Peter doesn't get back until you are already in bed and pretending to sleep. You hear him curse as he trips over something. He climbs into the opposite side of the bed. And he faces the opposite way from you. On purpose, you think. You let out a shaky breath and you know he hears it by the way he stiffens. He doesn't move after waiting for him to do something for a couple minutes. You’ll always look out for him, but it seems he won’t do the same. So, you drift off into another dreamless night of sleep.

——

A week later, it is the opening day of the exhibit. You have been waiting for months. Your pictures are going to be in an exhibit at the MoMA. Not for long, just for a couple months, but it's still a huge thing for you. Photography is how you and Peter met. You had been in a class in high school and from there you had become friends to lovers, to whatever it is that you are now.

Photography was a hobby you have kept all throughout college, so the fact you art was a part of the exhibit is amazing. You have planned out for Peter, your friends and yourself to go together and then go to lunch. The plans were made when you got the news, and that was almost six months ago, when your relationship with Peter was going good. Before now.

So, you stand at the entrance, waiting for everyone. Harry is the first to arrive, a smile on his face. You smile in return, giving him a hug.

“Thanks for coming.” You say pulling away from him.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” His words make the ever growing pit at the bottom of your stomach shrink.

You stand outside after ushering Harry inside, insisting that you can wait for the others while he looks around. You stand there for thirty minutes waiting for Peter and Gwen to show. The sinking feeling in you consumes you.

You feel a hand on your shoulder hoping it's Peter and you just didn’t see him. You turn your head to see Harry. He's giving you an apologetic smile.

“I don’t think they are coming, Y/n. Sorry.” He sounds sad himself.

“Oh.” You say looking down in defeat.

“Your work is amazing by the way.” He says trying to lighten your mood. You smile sadly.

“Oh, umm, yeah, thanks.”

You and Harry decide to get lunch like you had planned so you walk to a diner that you and your friends have gone to since college. It's pretty packed, but you two manage to find seats. The conversation flows nicely. And talking to a friend is nice.

“I really liked that one picture you took, what, what was it called? It was all colorful except for that one patch of black and white in the reflection.” Harry tries to describe to you. You puff out a breath of amusement.

“Yes, umm the one with the puddle?” He nods, laughing at himself. You grin at him. “I like that one too.” You agree and take a sip of your drink.

After Harry suggests a walk. You say yes, because it's not like Peter will show. You don’t know where the Peter you fell in love with went. Your heart is his, but as of lately he hasn’t been around to take care of it. You hold on to him, to the idea of him, and the idea that your relationship is fine.

You and Harry stop at an ice cream shop. Hoping to cool off you both walk inside. Harry immediately goes over to the counter to order for the both of you. You stop in your tracks when you see him. With her. They are sharing a milkshake. Such a cliche sight that it makes you want to vomit. What's worse is that the cliche act is not with you. His girlfriend.

In spite of him you take a seat right next to them. Peter doesn't notice right away but Gwen does. She looks scared. Scared she was caught.

“Y-Y/n? What are you doing here?” She stutters out and you visibly see Peter tense when he hears your name, and he turn to look at you. He smiles sheepishly, like he's trying to smooth the situation over.

Harry walks over brows knitted together in confusion. He hands you your ice cream but you put it down on the table. Harry doesn't bother sitting down. Mad at his two friends.

“What have you been up to today?” You ask, trying to understand what was more important than your one special day.

“Umm, me and Gwen planned a day together a couple weeks ago” Peter starts. “We just haven't spent much time together recently.” Gwen finishes. Your laugh caught the two off guard.

“Okay, I see. Your day together was more important than the one and only event I have ever asked you two to come to.” You seethe out.

“What?” Gwen asks.

“Are you kidding me?” Harry scoffs out with a disgusted look on his face. You rest your hand on his arm notifying him that you can handle it. He looks down at your hand with a worried look.

“Oh you know, just the thing we had all planned for four months ago. My art in the exhibit.” You snarl out with anger leaking from every pore of your body.

“Y/n, I'm so sorry.” Peter says surprise. So he has in fact forgotten.

“Sorry, might have cut it when you ditched our date a week ago, and hung out with everyone without me. Or all of the other dates you’ve missed for some reason unknown to everyone but you.” You hiss, and you can see Peter whince. But you continue, not done telling him off.

“Or maybe all the other times you’ve ditched me or forgot about me. I have put up with it up until now. But I'm done trying to talk to you and then you tell me to stop overreacting. But this has gone on for too long.” Harry turns to you and mouths sorry. He looks so regretful. You give him a forgiving smile before you storm out of the shop with the three of them behind you. You get pretty close to the cross walk before you hear Peter say something.

“Y/n I'm so sorry. I forgot-“ Peter stops you by grabbing your forearm.

“You always forget.” You reason back.

“I know what I did was, no is wrong. I just need you to listen to me.” You turn sharply back to face him, waiting for him to continue.

“I love you, I do, but I-, things change and so do feelings. I love you and I always will. I love your touches and your kisses- but I just-“

“You love her more.” Your eyes fall to the ground. Peter's hand loosens around your arm and he lets his hand fall to hold on to Gwen's hand that is behind him. You sigh, tears threatening to fall.

“Yeah,” He confirms in a sad voice. “I love her, I love Gwen so much. I'm sorry you had to find out this long. I'm sorry I lied this long. And that is still no excuse for forgetting, I'm a horrible person.” You want to say ‘I know’, but you don’t.

“Have you two- umm?” You start not sure how to ask. You fight a sniffle.

“No. I wouldn’t do that to you.” You laugh sarcastically a little, you wouldn’t put it past him if they had. Your eyes hurt from holding back tears.

“I guess this is over then, huh?” You ask coldly, gesturing to you and Peter. Peter nods hesitantly. You look to the ground again. Wanting it to swallow you whole. To put this stupid sickening ‘love story’ to an end. You don’t want Peter to leave, but you want the hurt to.

“Yeah. It is.” He confirms.

“I just want to know one thing.” You stop, trying to figure out how to word it correctly. “When did you stop lov- when did you realize I wasn’t going to bring you happiness?”

“I never said you don’t-“

“You never said I do.” You rebuttal. You pause again looking for the courage to ask the question that is really on your mind. “When did you stop loving me like you love her?”

Peter stops in thought. His shoulders drop, your words hurt him and you know it. You can see him trying to pinpoint it for you.

“I- it happened gradually, but umm,” he knows when, you know he knows. But you also know he is trying to make you feel better about the situation and put it down slowly and gently.

“I would say after last Christmas.” He says softly.

“Oh.” You state looking anywhere but him with stinging eyes. Right after Christmas is when you felt your life was finally starting to go your way. That was almost five months ago. And past you is in for an agonizing ride.

“I’m- sorry.” Peter slowly backs away from you. His hand still intertwined with Gwen’s. He looks at you sympathetically.

“We’re going to go and leave you some space.” Gwen mumbles softly. Her voice makes your fists clench. But when what just happened finally sinks in, your fists unclench and your shoulders slump.

“Oh, okay.” You don’t know what to do. So you just stand there waiting for someone to come out with a camera saying it was all a big joke. It doesn't happen.

——

Peter picks up the last box from the floor of, now, your apartment. It had been an awkward two hours. With Gwen and Peter going in and out of your home to gather his belongings. But when Peter gets to the door he stops, so you wait for him to say something.

“I want you to know, I never wanted to let you down like this,” He mumbles out. “I didn’t ever want this to happen.” You purse your lips in acknowledgement. He sighs when you don’t speak.

“I saw sparks, you know. I saw them with you. I really did. And then I didn’t. When I found them again with Gwen I was so happy. I'm sorry I couldn’t be happy with you, I'm sorry I couldn’t make you happy.” He finishes and walks out of the door for the last time.

You let out a shaky breath as a tear rolls down your check. Your legs go weak and you crumble to the ground, in a heap of sobs. You love him so much. It hurts that you couldn’t be enough for him, because you saw sparks too.

What hurts most of all is that you still do. You still see sparks, he just doesn't anymore. And he never will again. No matter how much you wish, no amount of hope can change that.

#Me while writing this #tasm!peter x y/n #sad #angst

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