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Cabin Fever (Part Three)

Cabin Fever Masterlist

Summary: What was meant to be a weekend at the cabin with Peter, Pepper, and Morgan very quickly turned into a weekend alone with your best friend and your recently acknowledged feelings for him thanks to a certain assumption made by your step-mother.

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Words: ~2.4k

Warnings: language, sexual suggestions, angst?, too much overthinking, a tad bit of fluff

Being alone at a secluded cabin in upstate New York with Peter meant that you could only avoid him for so long.

You were able to extend your avoidance of him without raising any red flags by showering after you’d trudged back to the cabin, dripping lake water all over the wooden floors as you padded to your room, and you’d spent nearly forty minutes just sitting in the shower and letting the hot water wash over you while you reminded yourself over and over again that you and Peter were just best friends, and nothing was going to change that. Best friends was good. Great even. There was absolutely no reason to change anything about your relationship. You just needed to remind yourself of that every now and then.

By the time you finally pulled yourself out of the shower and pulled on shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, the sun had sunk below the horizon and the scent of burning firewood was drifting through the open windows of the cabin.

You stepped onto the deck, a knitted blanket draped over your arms, and watched as Peter stacked log after log onto the already much too large fire. “Are you trying to burn the place down?” you asked, padding across the lawn towards him. You dropped unceremoniously into one of the lawn chairs that he must have dragged over to the fire pit and glanced up at him. “You add any more wood to the fire, it’ll still be burning in the morning.”

So caught up in what he was doing, he hadn’t even realized you were outside until you spoke. “I thought you had drowned in there,” he noted, completely ignoring your comment about the fire. “Are you all wrinkled and pruny now?”

“Why don’t you come over here and find out, Parker,” you teased, holding your spread fingers up to him. He contorted his body away from your reach, laughing. Just the sound of his laugh was enough to send your heart racing and to make your cheeks hurt from smiling so widely. “Come on,” you laughed. “You know you want me to touch you.” You snapped your mouth shut as soon as you said the words out loud, thinking of just how badly you wanted him to want you to touch him.

Peter froze momentarily, and an awkward silence settled in the space between you. Finally, returned to poking at the fire with an oversized stick, and he forced out a laugh that made you cringe internally, wishing you were anywhere but there. “Do you think there’s stuff here for s’mores?” he asked as if you’d never said anything at all.

“Are you kidding? Morgan would bring the whole place down on our heads if s’more supplies weren’t constantly stocked in the pantry.” You smiled up at him as if to silently reassure him that everything was just as it should be between the two of you, that you didn’t watch the way his biceps flexed every time he prodded the logs in the fire with rapt attention, that you didn’t want to just drag your nails down the length of his arms to watch his muscles jump beneath your touch.

“I’m, uh- I’ll go find the stuff for s’mores then.”

He left you alone at the fire then, left you alone to smack your hand to your forehead and chide yourself for speaking before thinking. If you kept it up over the weekend, there was no way you were going to get through the weekend without inevitably making things incredibly awkward at best or ruining your friendship at worst.

You didn’t want to think about that.

So, to preoccupy your mind, you sent a quick text in the group chat, letting your friends know that you’d be back in New York late Sunday night after you got back from the cabin. Harry and MJ were already in the city, what with MJ attending NYU and Harry attending Columbia with Peter; Harley had left Cambridge the day before you, and he was working on some project - what exactly, you weren’t sure - at Stark Tower over the summer; Ned was still in Cambridge, as far as you knew, but he was bound to be back in New York by the end of next week. With everyone back in the city, you needed to set up a group outing so that planning and preparing could take over the space in your mind that was typically reserved for all things Peter. It was the only way you’d get through this weekend with (what was left of) your sanity intact.

When Peter returned, he sent you a triumphant grin as he raised a bag of marshmallows, Hershey bars, and a box of graham crackers into your line of sight. The smile you sent him in return was half-hearted, but he either didn’t notice or chose to ignore it, instead focusing all of his attention on preparing a marshmallow at the end of his stick before plunging it into the flames.

You watched him - of course you did - taking note of the red and orange hues of the fire that reflected in his dark eyes, the way that his tongue poked out of his mouth as he gave the flaming marshmallow his full attention, and the cute furrow of his brows as he pulled the marshmallow from the fire, his lips puckering slightly before he blew gently to put out the flame that lingered on the marshmallow.

His gaze shifted to you then, full of amusement and happiness and heat, and you froze, unable to think, to speak, to breath. Hell, if you were being honest, you probably couldn’t remember your own name for as long as he looked at you like that.

You were saved by the bell. Or, more accurately, you were saved by both yours and Peter’s phones ringing.

“Group chat?” he asked, too busy trying not to get gooey marshmallow and melted chocolate all over his fingers to check for himself. It was the only reasonable answer as to why both yours and Peter’s phones would be ringing in sync with one another.

A quick glance at your phone screen confirmed his suspicions. “Yeah.” You plucked your phone from your lap and answered the incoming call. “What’s up, losers?” you greeted, your lips curling into a smile when you saw the faces of your friends.

“Y/N!” Harry greeted happily. “Thanks for the invite to the cabin, asshole.” You heard him groan, and you could barely make out MJ’s curly hair beside him. What was she doing with Harry? You’d definitely be texting her about that later.

“Where’s Peter?” Ned asked.

“He’s here,” you replied to Ned before addressing Harry. “And it’s not that I didn’t not invite you.” You saw his face contort with confusion as he visibly tried to make sense of your words. “This weekend was supposed to be just the Stark ladies and Peter. Not my fault you’re not important enough to be included, Harold.”

He scoffed, but before he was able to say anything in response, MJ spoke up. “What do you mean it was supposed to be just the Stark ladies and Peter? Are you guys not at the cabin?”

“No,” Peter finally spoke up. “We’re here. Pepper and Morgan aren’t coming up.”

“So you guys are at the cabin all alone?” Harley asked, his head poking into the frame briefly to ask his question before all you could see was the ceiling in what looked like the lab of Stark Tower once again. “Just the two of you? Alone? Together?”

“Harley,” you warned through gritted teeth.

“Yeah?” Peter sounded just as confused as he looked, glancing from the phone to you as if he’d find the answer to his unspoken question just by looking at you. “Pepper wanted to give me and Y/N a weekend to catch up with each other. Right, Y/N? You said she wanted to give us some alone time this weekend.”

Jesus Christ, this boy was the most naive genius you had ever met. You slumped in your chair, slowly sinking out of frame so your friends couldn’t see you implode from embarrassment.

“Alone time?” MJ asked incredulously. “Is there something that we don’t know about? Anything that you two need to t-”

“Did you two finally fuck?” Harry interrupted, looking entirely too pleased with the situation than he had any right to.

“What?” Peter sputtered while you groaned, “Kill me now. Please, Thor. Stick me down where I stand.”

“You’re sitting,” Peter so helpfully pointed out. “Not standing.”

“Hey, don’t try to change the subject, you animals,” Harry scolded. “Give us all the dirty deats, Pete. Did you and Tiny Stark finally get it on? It’s about fucking time. Did she do that thing with her mouth? The one with the ice cube and the-”

“Harry!” You were absolutely mortified. You were one more prodding question or embarrassing comment away from disappearing, changing your name, and going completely AWOL. “Please. Stop. Talking.”

“No, Harry,” Ned interjected. “Please keep talking. I’m curious about the ice cube thing.”

“Harry, I swear to any God that’s listening, I will fucking kill you if you keep talking,” you threatened. The others laughed at your threat, but you sat straight-faced. You absolutely meant it, and judging by Harry’s sudden silence, you knew that he knew you’d meant it as well.

“Wait,” Peter interjected, and you prayed that he wasn’t about to continue the conversation that Harry had attempted to start.You were pretty sure if Peter asked you about the ice cube, you’d spontaneously combust. “What do you mean finally, Harry?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know, Parker,” Harley answered for Harry. “The two of you have been dancing around each other since your senior year of high school.”

“How would you know? You were in Cambridge. And we have not been dancing around each other, Harley,” you argued, rolling your eyes despite knowing that you were still out of frame and Harley likely wasn’t even paying attention to the images of his friends while he worked on whatever the hell it was he was working on in your dad’s lab. “We’re friends.” Recalling Peter’s comment earlier, you added, “Just friends.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, though his tone told you he believed you just as much as he believed that Santa Claus was real. “Yeah. Sure, Y/N. Definitely.”

“He’s right, you know,” Ned piped in. “Watching the two of you act like there was nothing going on between you was exhausting.”

“There was nothing going on,” you told him firmly. Jesus Christ, you wanted to be anywhere but here. This was almost worse than the time you and MJ had an extremely detailed conversation about your respective sex lives after you butt-dialed Happy. Almost.

“I was dating MJ our senior year of high school,” Peter reasoned, and while it was sound reasoning, you were sure that your friends had bullet pointed arguments prepared for this exact conversation. Especially Harley and Harry, which only made the entire situation more awkward for you.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you and Y/N have been like one confession away from jumping each other’s bones since we were like sixteen,” MJ argued, and you heard the sound of hands clapping together in a high five.

“Y/N and Peter kissing in a tree,” Harry singsonged. “F-U-C-K-I-”

Harry was the literal worst.

“What? No!” Peter argued, his voice cracking ever so slightly. “Why are you all so concerned with mine and Y/N’s relationship? We’re just friends.”

“Are you really though?” Harry asked in response. “Our friend group is like fifty shades of fucked up. We’re all in like a weird love pentagon.”

“Pentagram,” MJ commented offhandedly while you deadpanned, “Really, Harry?”

“Keep me out of this,” Ned scolded. “I’m not involved in your weird shit.”

“Okay, our friend group minus Ned is fucked up,” Harry corrected before proceeding to explain, ticking each point off on his fingers as he went. “Y/N and Peter are ‘just friends’ that would definitely have sex with each other,” he bent his fingers into air quotes to emphasize ‘just friends’, “Peter and MJ dated, MJ and I are- Ow! MJ, what the fuck? I dated Y/N, Y/N and Harley have-”

The sound of clattering interrupted Harry’s explanation, and within the blink of an eye, Harley’s face was in the frame again, his eyes wide and flashing with annoyance. “Shut the fuck up, man.”

“Continue that sentence, Harold, and I will end you,” you hissed through your teeth. Your gaze flickered over to Peter, trying to gauge his reaction to Harry’s interrupted explanation. He was staring at you, curiosity and something else, something unplaceable, swimming in his dark eyes.

“‘Y/N and Harley have’ what?” Peter asked, a bite to his tone that you hadn’t been expecting.

“No, no, no. What about MJ and Harry? Let’s focus on that,” you attempted, trying to steer the conversation as far away from that topic as possible, and what better way than to bring attention to yet another relationship within your friend group. “You guys have been spending an awful lot of time together. Don’t think I haven’t seen all of the Snapchat stories and Instagram posts of you guys together.”

MJ protested immediately. “Excuse me. Don’t change the topic, Y/N. We’re talking about you and Peter.”

“We were?” Harry asked. “I thought we were talking about Y/N and Harley.”

“I have an idea,” you offered. “Let’s not talk about Y/N at all, hm?”

“Sure, sure. Let’s talk about how Peter and Harley both have similar taste in women,” Harry offered instead. “You know, daughter of a superhero, nice to look at, insanely smart, rich as fuck, and not half bad in b-”

“Harold!” You interrupted, to which he only laughed, and in that moment, you had never wanted to kill someone more than you wanted to kill Harry, to reach through the phone and wrap your hands around Harry’s throat until he-

“No. Let’s back up,” Peter instructed before repeating his earlier question. “‘Y/N and Harley have’ what?”

Before you could put an end to the conversation entirely, Harry spoke. “Dude, they had s-.”

You disconnected from the call and glanced up at Peter sheepishly. “Oops?”

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realityisabitch07 · 2 years

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swallow me

pairing: peter parker x reader

synopsis: it’s halloween! you unexpectedly cross paths with the Real spiderman. at least you think it’s really him. why does he sound exactly like the cute boy who sits next to you in class?

warnings: explicit (18+) smut, dom!peter but also sub!peter but also dom!reader, oral sex, fingering, mentions of blood/murder/graphic and general spooky stuff, alcohol and drug usage by the reader. bi!reader for no reason. self-indulgent but you all will just have to deal :/

genres: friends to lovers, college!peter, mutual pining, silly fluff

wc: 5k+

a/n: this came out of my ass in one night i apologize in advance. basically i’m obsessed with the idea of being covered in blood and a halloween-themed mutual pining crush situation. this is the result of that.

“Do you like my costume?” Peter tries meekly, scratching his head.

“I mean… yes. You’re fucking Spiderman?” you reply in the form of a yell and a whisper.

“Well, with him, it’s actually more of a platonic thing… OW!” He yelps when you hit him on the arm. He’s bewildered at how hard you can punch considering he’s the Avenger, not you.

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realityisabitch07 · 3 years

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wipe your blood off the concrete

pairing: peter parker x reader

synopsis: you are peter’s best friend in the whole world. the two of you can barely hold back your feelings for each other after peter is beaten badly after a night on patrol. he takes you by surprise when he insists the two of you go to a party afterwards and things get very confusing.

warnings: smut (18+ only), mentions of blood, mentions of mental illness/anxiety/panic attacks, alcohol use, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, protected sex

genres: best friends to lovers, uni!peter, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, fluff and angst and smut all in one

wc: 8k+

a/n: GOD this is a big bertha. i was listening i think you’re alright by jay som and then my brain spiraled entirely into… this. i recommend you listen to this song while you read. i could probably make a playlist based on this fic but i don’t want to self-indulge more than i already have. i’m a sucker for bffs to lovers, obviously. i’m also very wine drunk. do what this info what you will.

when i wake up in the morning

i’ll make you some coffee

we’ll lay about and let the day pass

College had taken a toll on Peter. He was an anxious boy, you knew this already. What you hadn’t seen in your years of knowing him was how hollow he could be, how he wouldn’t want to get up in the morning, how he tight-lipped he could be in conversations when normally he’s always beaming. He doesn’t sleep at your place that much anymore because he hates to be a burden even though you swear on your heart that you don’t mind helping him through his nightmares.

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realityisabitch07 · 3 years

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#39 peter parker 💌

❀ closer to you ❀

hiii ashanti <3 hope you enjoy!

prompt: stopping a kiss when it gets too heated

↳ college au, established couple

content tags: suggestiveness, a lil frivolous make out

word count: 1.3k

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you love spider-man’s suit. even before you found out your boyfriend—and then best friend’s—secret identity, you certainly had… a lot of feelings about the masked vigilante. granted, most of these feelings were similar in nature; caught between wanting to run your fingers over the hero’s abs, visible even through his suit, to taking a comfortable seat on his spandex-covered thighs.

when you and peter finally made the switch from best friends to boyfriend and girlfriend early in your sophomore year of university, you discovered your wall-scaling celebrity crush and the shy klutz who eats fistfuls of cereal half-naked in your bed were the same. not on purpose, of course—peter wouldn’t be peter if he weren’t terrible at secret-keeping.

you’d had your suspicions that he’s hiding something major from you way before you started dating. even back in high school, peter was more squirrelly than usual when you asked him about his stark internship or tried to make weekend plans with him abruptly or even dropped by his apartment unannounced and asked him the next day where the hell he was at nine pm on a wednesday. he would always get so stressed and panicked that you’d feel bad for him, and you spent much of your friendship pretending like you didn’t notice his unexplained bruises and weird reflexes.

however, you got your undeniable proof almost three months into being peter parker’s girlfriend.

it’s nearing midnight on a monday and you’re in bed, joe goldberg stalking yet another girlfriend playing on your laptop mindlessly as you attempt to finish reading for one of your classes and wait for peter to get home. your third cup of coffee sits half-drunk on your nightstand next to a small lamp, the only source of light in your bedroom, and you reach for it blindly when something crashes outside your window.

eyebrows furrowed, you hesitantly get up, wondering what the hell could’ve hit your building’s third floor when a figure appears. it’s badly lit, standing at an angle on your fire escape that causes you to squint at it, but you can’t make it out until you’re pushing the window up. the figure jumps up in surprise at the noise, and you’re met with spider-man, crouching on the railing of the fire escape, mask pulled up to his nose and clutching his side in pain.

you gape, mouth open like a cartoon fish, spider-man’s white eyes staring back at you as his own jaw drops.

“peter?” you gasp, your index shakily pointing at him.

spider-man’s neck almost flies off as he looks behind him, his own finger pressed to his chest, before he turns back towards you. “what—no. no, it’s not me—it’s not peter. who’s... i’m spider-man.”

“peter benjamin parker,” you snap, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the room. he stumbles inside, trying to pull his mask down as you close the window and pull the blinds down. “you son of a bitch.”

“hey!” he yelps, pulling the face covering off and pouting, arms crossed over his chest like a petulant child. “my parents are dead.”

stepping forward, you delight inwards in the way he trips on his own feet while trying to get away from you. your boyfriend—spider-man, your boyfriend—is sandwiched between you and the dresser, his cheeks a bright red that matches his outfit. “don’t play the orphan card right now, parker.” you bite, watching his pout deepen and gaze fixate on the floor. sighing, you push his sweaty hair off his forehead, before you ask softly, “are you hurt?”

confused at the sudden and drastic switch in your tone, peter doesn’t respond at first. “um,” he stutters, leaning into your touch, “got punched kind of hard in the ribs. with a car.” when you choke on your own inhale, he intertwines your fingers to try and soothe you. “it’s okay! i heal super quick, i won’t feel anything in like three hours. promise, baby.”

your eyes stay locked on your hands, the blue and red material of his suit contrasting against your skin, and he takes your silence as a opportunity to swing your hands a bit. it makes you crack a smile, and you walk backwards to the bed, peter’s eyes lighting up as you both fall onto the mattress.

careful not to hurt him further, you make sure peter’s comfortable propped up on a few pillows and the headboard, while you sit crisscross opposite him. one hand loses itself in his curls and he presses your other against his heart, your thumb rubbing the suit with wonder.

“you’re not freaking out anymore?” he whispers, squeezing your hand.

“not externally, no.” you respond, eyes too busy trailing over his figure. “i’m a little preoccupied at the moment.”

the air is no longer tense with confrontation, the strain having melted as peter’s forehead crinkles with confusion at your statement. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” you start, throwing your leg over peter’s so you’re seated on his lap, his arms automatically circling your waist, “i’m a bit too busy thinking about how fucking hot you look in the suit and how this entire time, i’ve been secretly thirsting over my boyfriend.”

if you thought his face was red before, it’s nothing compared to the violent blush that spreads across his cheeks and ears after your mini confession. giggles threaten to escape you as you feel peter’s palms shake on your hips, his tongue relentlessly licking his thin lips and biting them as though that would make the wheels in his head stop turning rapidly.

“thirs—thirsting over me? like, over spider-man?” he blubbers out, honeyed eyes wide at the sight of your grin.

the heat coming off his cheeks is high as you cup them, thumb sliding across his freckles while you coo, “come on, i know you’re not oblivious to how well it fits you, petey.” to enforce your point, you run your hand down his bicep, the muscle, defined under the suit, flexing under your caress. “you’re always so handsome, but this… you’re so sexy.”

the words have barely left your lips before peter’s mouth covers your own, making you moan with surprise and amusement as he kisses you like he never has before. sure, you and peter have shared many kisses and been together many times, but never has this much passion and enthusiasm radiated off your boyfriend. his gloved hands squeeze your hips before one moves down, tracing the curve of your ass, and the other slips under your pyjama shirt. there’s no uncertainty in his actions, not this time.

peter’s tongue slips between your lips, groaning deep in his throat when you pull on his hair, tugging on the curls at the nape of his neck. before his hand can move any further up your chest, thumb tracing the wire of your bra, he winces, the sound loud enough to catch your attention. you pull away, heart clenching as peter’s forehead scrunches and he follows your lips, his own pouty.

“are you okay?” you ask him, voice hushed despite the apartment being completely empty except for you two.

“yeah,” peter responds, cupping your face, “just my side cramping, it’s fine. come here, sweetheart.”

chuckling, you shake your head, gently pushing his hands off you. pressing a soft peck to the tip of his nose, you get off the bed. “come on, let’s get you washed up and into your jammies, spider-man.”

“no,” he whines, flopping back into the pillows like a toddler. “give me my kisses, y/n.”

you sigh, looking at him over your shoulder as you pull out his star wars-themed pyjama bottoms. “you’re really making me regret this crush, spidey.”

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realityisabitch07 · 3 years

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don’t hold back

college!peter parker x reader

summary: two hormonal students wander into a room during a frat party, what could possibly happen? maybe you discover that under his heart made of pure gold lurks a hidden powerful, dominant side.

word count: 4,685

warnings: alcohol mention, drug mention, but pure pwp smut minors dni (18+) extended warnings below bc i am not trying ruin the innocent :)

a/n: i would like to state that this is much longer than i anticipated.. but anyways, i am just gonna be honest, i have a major size/power kink. so this fic is my ~fucked~ up mind laying it all out for my fellow lil nasties ;) fair warning, this is pure filth. sorry for any mistakes and bad writing. but i hope you enjoy it x and let me know what you think ?!!

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realityisabitch07 · 3 years

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Peter Parker [Favourites]

this is an overview of some of the best peter parker fics out there - this list covers all tropes

* = smut

* Don't Hold Back - @hollandcrush

two hormonal students wander into a room during a frat party, what could possibly happen? maybe you discover that under his heart made of pure gold lurks a hidden powerful, dominant side

Sunset Lovers - @duskholland

you’ve never met your soulmate, but you know his handwriting like the back of your hand...literally - every word your soulmate writes on his skin appears on yours, and vice versa - you’re desperate to meet him, but until the universe decides to introduce you, you’re stuck with scribbled smiley faces and chemistry formulae

Was It Worth It - @kelieah

reader and peter are married with a baby, after every mission she questions if it “was it worth it” but as she becomes muddled up in a dangerous mission, peter doesn't know if it is worth it anymore

Disappointed - @dlwritings

the events of endgame have taken their toll on peter - unfortunately, this means you’re left picking up his broken pieces, and you’re not sure how much more strength you have to help him

His Plan - @dlwritings

you’re far too shy to tell peter how you feel about him - you always have been, he’s shy about it too, but decides to bite the bullet and confess a couple things to you on the school trip to europe - his plan doesn’t, however, account for you feeling the same

The Storm - @starlordsandrockets

peter parker was the last person you wanted to be partnered with for your class presentation - now you were forced to spend the day with him but your loathing soon turns into something quite different when the day is over

Just For Tonight - @cloudybarnes

peter accidentally tells the avengers he has a girlfriend and now they all wanna meet her. in an attempt to not look like a liar, he recruits his best friend y/n to fake date him for the night so he can introduce them to her

* What Good Boys Do - @vampireinbusiness

can you do one about shy peter and his love for readers short skirts like he gets so flustered seeing her in them but he always touches her and him going down on his knees to eat her out with them on

Remember That Night - @tinyyoungblood

peter spends a night on omegle and comes across a sleeping girl. peter decides not to skip her - he reads to her and talks to her about his problems, and when she finally wakes, they lose themselves in endless conversation until she hits him with the “see you in a different life, bye peter

Better Half - @ptersmj

where you fall asleep on peters lap after a mission and he just takes care of you?

Trouble In Paradise - @ptersmj

peter loves giving y/n hickies - when they at a pool party with the rest of the avengers, everyone starts teasing her about them

Honor - @itsapeterthing

your best friend peter parker who has a secret crush on you catches your boyfriend cheating with another girl

Invisible String (Series) - @peterbenjiparker

you were content with the way your life was, until you woke up with a red string wound around your fingertips and the red string just had to link you to your best friend, peter - now you were subjected to a possible life of no love as you watched peter, your soulmate, fall for someone else all the while getting fucked over by the universe in the worst way possible

Drunk On You - @peterbenjiparker

peter calls you from a frat party after getting drunk to get over you while you were out on a date

* Your Mess - @peterbenjiparker

peter got drunk at flash's party and you have to take care of him

* Wet Dreams - @selfcarecap

what the title says - also, friends to lovers

Time After Time (Series)- @softspideys

peter parker is your worst enemy, but he’s also your soulmate. life is funny that way

Sweet Dreams, Parker - @marvelousmrsmarvel

being a full-time student is exhausting in itself, let alone being an avenger as well. you and peter both knew the feeling a little too well. so, when peter is losing sleep over finals week, you step in to help get his sleeping schedule back on track

Of Sleep & Safety - @florenceyelena

in which peter parker slumps into your room exhausted and you have to try and get him into bed despite the height difference between you

Can't Lose You - @ms-misery

you're trying to get over your best friend but no matter how hard you try you just can't seem to do it

* Secret - @celestialbarnes

you and peter have been dating for a few months now, and in order to keep your dad and the team in the dark, you two sneak around, not knowing that the entire team already knew, everyone but tony of course, chaos ensues

Cuddles - @parkersdoll

peter has a bad day, all he can think about is you

Can't Escape (Series)- @asonofpeter

life moves fast out in the suburbs, you live the perfect life with your mother and father but when you start to crave for more meaning in life than just westview, your mother does every thing in her power to make sure you don’t leave - can you ever imagine what’s on the other side of ellis avenue?

* Vacation (Series) - @scarletspideyy

it’s peter parker’s senior year class trip, all he wants is a break from the stress of high school and his spider-man duties - to his surprise, he gets the vacation he always wanted but it doesn’t come without its own personal trouble; love

* Break It In - @simplyparker

peter gets his first car, and you want to have some fun

Hopelessly Devoted To You - @spiritualchange

what can he say, peter is just devoted to you

* The Birthday Boy - @noobsquasher

it's peter's birthday and you celebrate it by giving him a memorable lap dance

Perfectly A Little Late - @t-lostinworlds

with all things college, two jobs, tutoring on weekends and another at the bakery downtown, you're one busy girl - peter completely understands that of course, admires it even but it doesn't make it sting any less when you just so happen to forget about his birthday

Kiss Me More - @celestialholland

you and peter make out for the first time

* Pretend I'm Not Here - @thighs-of-betrayal-blog

peter asking you to touch yourself in front of him like you do when you're alone

Caffeine - @waitimcomingtoo

peter’s shyness makes him an easy target at his new job, but one co-worker always stands up for him

* Rings, Rings, Rings - @vintagemulti

in which your boyfriends newfound love towards jewellery affects you more than you expected

Halftime - @eloquenceflores

your cute nerdy bf takes care of you during the half-time of the football game you’re cheering at

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realityisabitch07 · 3 years

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One Last Time XI (Peter Parker x Reader)

WARNINGS: mentions of abuse, slight victim blaming

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summary: Your relationship with Peter becomes more and more suffocating…until you can no longer breathe.

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One Last Time Masterlist

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Peter Parker/Spider-Man in Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)

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Since you all have expressed your love for my work, I thought that it would be nice to show you the fanfictions that I have been enjoying and believe are truly deserving of attention. These are works that I have relatively recently come to enjoy. I tried to include all that I have read but I don’t think that that’s all. I intend to do a list like this every so often.

Some of them do not have summaries or titles, indicated by parentheses, so if you are the authors of these works and would like me to change/remove the title or summary then let me know.

I just wanted to make this list to show love to works that I enjoy, but did not have the time to properly interact with because of my busy schedule.

can’t be morning by @henqtic

a soft morning with the aleksander where he tries to get you up, not that you and any reason to be in the first place.

calamity by @inknopewetrust

aleksander has always been protective of you, but an unfortunate event with another male grisha leaves him showing his true feelings.

illuminated by @atlas-of-a-human-soul

y/n is summoned to see general kirigan and she’s about to find out why she caught his attention.

back home by @messrsmoonee

y/n returns to the Slat after months away. kaz has missed her a great deal, and he gifts her something he’s been meaning to for a while.

(moments) by @luxurybeskar

(you enjoy the presence of billy although you are apprehensive about the work that he does.)

ghosted by @allegra-writes

(billy does not take his break up with you, causing him to show up at your home unexpectedly)

the fire escape by @muhollands

after the events of end game, peter parker takes a break from his crime fighting persona, but when spider-man is called to a mission in sokovia, he realizes that you might not be ready to handle the life of an avenger’s girlfriend.

somebody that i use to know by @shayewilliams

you and peter have been broken up for some time, and only after you broke up, you realized how manipulative he was. But he wants you back. And he’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants.

strawberry mentos by @hollandsvogue

a fluff that goes on to describe all the difference aspects of you that peter loved and all the parts of him that you were entranced by

napping! x reader by @cocoamoonmalfoy

(what started as seeing you sleep by chance becomes peter’s routine and an unspoken agree between the two of you)

nsfw recommendations (18+ readers only)

mirror sex by @arachine

(peter parker and you move to a new apartment and put the mirror he and you got from a friend to good use)

no hands by @hollandsmushroom

(you enjoy indulging in peter as you challenge him to take care of himself without coming into contact with you)

my heart, tethered to yours by @subspider

what good are handcuffs when your boyfriend has superhuman strength.

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“come sit on my lap” fuck him. (x)

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I just love ✨details✨

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goddess of catastrophe - chapter two

CHAPTER TWO - loki's return

summary: y/n and loki travel to earth, where y/n gets annoyed with tony stark. peter takes a very immediate liking to the princess. also, tony realizes he needs to call in the rest of the avengers, which he really didn't want to have to do.

w/c: 4.3k

warnings: swearing, maybe? otherwise, none that i can think of.

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You awoke long before 7 AM, which annoyed you further about the entire situation. You’d gotten to sleep at one in the morning, and here it was, 6:15 AM on the dot and you were wide awake.

You sighed as you pulled yourself out of bed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. You figured you might as well take a shower. Meeting the Avengers with greasy hair wouldn’t really be a great first impression.

You took your time in the shower, cleansing every part of your body and spending plenty of time on your hair. You used your powers to instantly dry yourself upon climbing out, and with a second flash of purple, you were dressed up, done up, and ready to go.

Your door opened at 7 AM precisely, your father walking in without so much as a knock. He seemed surprised to find you awake, let alone completely ready to go, and you exhaled heavily as you put your suitcases up on the bed.

“I hope you have everything you need,” Loki commented quietly, extending his hand and causing your suitcases to disappear in a flash of green.

“If I don’t, I won’t exactly be left helpless,” you responded, gesturing to yourself. “I have basically a copy of your powers, you know.”

Loki sighed. “I know,” he said simply. “Are you ready to go?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you said with a shrug.

Which you weren’t, to be perfectly honest. The way you had left things with Armod the night before had left a sour taste in your mouth, and now you didn’t know when you were gonna get to see him again. You couldn’t tell your father that, though, considering that would be admitting the boy had been hiding under your bed when Loki had come into your room the night before.

So instead, you looked into Loki’s eyes and reiterated that you were ready to go, and he nodded once and turned around to lead you to the Bifrost.

You had only been across the shimmering bridge once, and it was no less daunting now that you were seven years older than you had been the first time. You knew there was no chance you would fall through, or fall off, especially with Loki by your side, but that didn’t make the journey less anxiety-inducing.

Heimdall gave the two of you a warm smile as you approached.

“Good morning, Your Majesty,” he said, his voice just as warm as his smile had been. “And to you, Your Highness,” he said to you. “It has been some time since I last saw you in person. You have grown into a fine young woman.”

You smiled at the compliment, though deep down you knew Loki didn’t fully agree. He might agree that his daughter was beautiful, but you knew what he thought of your attitude.

But you didn’t say anything. You simply stepped up onto the pedestal alongside your father, who gave Heimdall a subtle nod once the two of you were ready.

“Hold tight to my hand, y/n,” he instructed quietly, and you did so, remembering just how tightly you had held on when you had traveled this same path at the age of thirteen.

Heimdall wasted no time in turning the sword in the massive keyhole. You were enveloped in a blinding flash of blue-ish white light, and you gripped Loki’s hand tighter as you felt yourself zipping through the Realms, headed straight for Earth.

What seemed only like seconds later, you arrived in an open field, no sign of anyone in sight.

“Thor!” Loki called into the empty air, and you waited for the rush of noise that would signal your uncle’s hammer bringing him to your location.

Sure enough, only seconds later, the god of thunder landed squarely beside the two of you, a smile on his face that only widened when he lunged forward to hug your father.

Loki stiffened slightly and only half-returned the hug, but you were more than happy to embrace your uncle warmly. It had been years since you had last seen him.

“Y/N, I’m so glad to see you again,” he gushed, cupping your face in your hands. “How you’ve grown!”

He quickly turned back to your father, however, and his face became stoic once more. “The radar has recognized this as a definite threat,” he explained, and immediately you were on high alert.

“Have you figured out what it is?” Loki questioned, and Thor shook his head.

“No. We still need your confirmation,” he responded. “Come, I’ll take us both to the Tower.”

The Tower was a skyscraper unlike any you’d ever seen. Sure, you’d seen the castle and the surrounding kingdom of Asgard, but this building seemed to be made entirely of glass. It extended far into the sky above, and the blue canopy stretching over the building reflected from the windows of the Tower, and you could barely keep from gawking in awe as Thor led you in like he owned the place.

You passed by what felt like a hundred people throughout the building, and you wondered what each person could possibly have to do that was so important. You didn’t realize so many people worked in this building, and you wondered what exactly was being run from inside.

Thor led you and your father into an elevator, where it immediately dinged once the doors were closed, and a robotic voice began to speak, startling you.

“Hello, Thor,” it said, somehow sounding cheery despite its monotonous voice. “Where to?”

“The labs, please, JARVIS,” Thor responded, and the elevator immediately began to move downwards, and you looked around the small box. You’d never seen anything like it in Asgard.

Eventually the elevator reached its intended floor, and the doors dinged again as they opened. Thor led the two of you out, and you and Loki followed closely behind him into the labs where you assumed the radars that Thor had spoken so much of were held.

“Loki!” came a voice you didn’t recognize, and quickly, two more men came into view. One stood with his arms crossed, standing by a large monitor, and the other sat directly in front of the screen, his eyes trained directly on it.

“Y/N, this is Tony Stark,” Thor said, motioning to the man who was standing by the monitor.

“Tony Stark, Iron Man, one and the same, that’s me,” he said in a clipped tone, though a hint of a smirk rested on his face. “Nice to meet you, princess y/n,” he continued, holding out his hand for you to shake, which you eagerly did.

“And this is Bruce, otherwise known as the Hulk,” Tony said, clapping the other man on the shoulder. He turned briefly from the computer screen to give you a much quicker and much less firm handshake, before immediately turning to your father.

“Whatever this is, Loki, we don’t have a lot of time before it enters the Earth’s atmosphere,” Bruce said urgently. “We need you to tell us whether or not it’s the Frost Giants making a reappearance.”

Loki sighed heavily, and you watched as he leaned over the desk where the large monitor rested. You suddenly felt highly overdressed. Tony was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and Bruce was wearing a polo shirt and khaki shorts. Even Thor was dressed in black pants and a denim jacket thrown over a white t-shirt.

Your father was dressed in his normal Asgsrdian attire, which consisted of a black, semi-skintight suit and a long green cape with gold trimmings. You wore something quite similar, though your cape was a deep purple and much thinner than your father’s.

But standing among the three men who were dressed like they were just hanging out, you wished you had something more casual in your wardrobe, something more similar to what the other heroes were wearing.

If nothing else, it would help you feel a little less out of place.

Your father’s voice brought you out of your mini pity party a few moments later, and you refocused on the situation before you once more.

“It’s almost identical to the Frost Giants, there’s nothing else it could reasonably be,” Loki was saying. “It’s either that or a hurricane like nothing Earth has ever seen before. And it’s not exactly hurricane season. Not here, anyway.”

Tony’s face wore a grim expression, and Thor’s was no better. You could feel the mood in the room change, as if imminent destruction was looming over the entire lab in one dark, gray, stormy cloud.

“Should I call in Nat and Cap, then?” Tony asked, looking at Thor. You had no idea who these people were, but you assumed they were other Avengers, as your father had called them.

“Get Peter in here,” Thor said then. “You put him in charge, Stark, ask him before making a decision.”

You perked up at your uncle’s words. Were you finally going to get to meet the infamous Peter Parker that your father had spoken so much about?

You looked over at your father, and you tried to mask your excited expression when you saw the withering glare he was giving you. You felt like you were five years old, the way he was chastising you, and you absolutely hated it.

“The kid’s taking a final, Thor,” Tony responded. “I’ll text him and tell him to call me the minute he’s out.”

Tony briskly walked out of the room, and Bruce and Loki turned to you.

“Do you think you’ll be able to help us handle this, y/n?” Loki asked. You nodded quickly, your excitement at the concept of finally getting to help fight some villains beginning to build.

“I’ve got basically a copy of my father’s powers,” you explained quickly, holding out your hands and manifesting the violet energy in your palms to prove your claim. “I’ve been training these powers since I was six, I’d like to think I’d be a really good asset to your team.”

“Well wait, what about your elemental controls?” Bruce asked then, and you froze.

“What?”

Bruce paled almost immediately, and you could tell by the look on your father’s face that you weren’t supposed to know about those. Or you weren’t ready to know about those.

“Father, what’s he talking about?” you asked, your hands clenching at your sides. “Did I get powers from Mother, too?”

Loki sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. You could tell he was exasperated. You knew your father well enough to know when he was trying carefully to choose his next words—and here he was really trying.

“Y/N, it would appear I now owe you an explanation,” he breathed finally. “But I think we should have this conversation later tonight—once we’re out of the situation room.”

You wanted to demand that he tell you right where you stood, but the look on his face stopped you. You weren’t normally one to care about what your father wanted—especially since this directly concerned you, but you didn’t know any of these other people. You didn’t need them thinking you were a brat.

“Fine,” you said, though you didn’t let the tension leave your shoulders. First you were forced to come to Earth, and now you apparently had elemental powers? This was beginning to be too much for you to process.

“I’m sorry, Loki, I thought you would’ve told her since you were bringing her with you,” Bruce mumbled quietly, and Loki turned his icy gaze on the poor man sitting in front of the radar screen.

“You’ve forced my hand, Bruce, which I do not appreciate,” your father told him, and you watched as Bruce slouched further into the chair. “But I would’ve had to tell her eventually,” Loki continued. “It would not have gone well had she suddenly discovered her powers in the midst of battle, I suppose.”

You looked down at your hands, suddenly feeling like you didn’t recognize your own body. What powers did you possess that you weren’t even aware of?

However, that thought was pushed from your mind the minute Tony returned to the lab, with a skinny brunette boy in tow. He caught your eye immediately, and you didn’t have to wait long to figure out who he was.

“Loki, this is Peter,” Tony said, and your father stuck his hand out to shake the boy’s hand.

“A pleasure,” Loki said, a sly smile on his face. You knew it was a fake one, but Peter had never met your father. There was no way he could tell.

“And Peter, y/n,” Tony said next, and Peter’s eyes blew wide open when he made eye contact with you.

“That’s princess y/n, young man,” Loki’s voice came through, his tone containing nothing but malice. Peter blanched a little bit, but nodded briskly nonetheless.

“N-nice to meet you, Princess,” he stuttered quietly, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes at your father. “Don’t listen to him,” you said with a bright smile. “I’m a princess on Asgard, not here. You can call me y/n.”

You could feel your father’s glare boring into the both of you, but you chose to ignore it as you dropped Peter’s hand as gracefully as you could. Still smiling at him, you turned back towards the radar, where Tony finally pulled Peter’s attention off of you.

“We think we need to bring in Cap, Nat, and the others,” Tony informed him. “Loki’s confirmed that the Frost Giants are headed our way.”

Peter’s face paled further as he scrambled to process the information. “Y-yeah, that’s probably what we should do then,” he said, his voice pitched a little higher than he would’ve wanted.

Tony chuckled. “Poor kid’s starstruck,” he mumbled, though you knew everyone in the room had heard what he’d said. You looked over at Peter, whose cheeks were now a bright red, and tried not to make it obvious that you’d seen and heard everything that had just happened.

Tony sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I guess I'll go get that message sent to the others,” he said then. “We need to get them here as soon as possible.”

“How much time do we have?” Peter blurted. “I mean, until they make landfall.”

“If they’re moving as fast as they can, which they seem to be, I’d wager we have roughly a week,” Loki responded.

“Where are they landing? Do we know that?” Peter countered.

“We wouldn’t have picked it up on the radar if they weren’t already in our general area,” Bruce answered. “They’re gonna be somewhere within 300 miles of us when they land. We won’t be able to tell for sure until they actually land. So we could have anywhere between the week that Loki just gave us or as many as two weeks.”

Peter cleared his throat, attempting to appear more confident than he was feeling. “We should operate like we believe that they’ll be at our doorstep in one week,” he said then. “We can’t afford to waste time.”

Tony nodded approvingly. “Smart,” he commented. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

You didn’t need to look at Peter now to tell he was beaming with pride. You weren’t quite sure whether the two men were related to each other or not, but you could tell their bond was stronger than a lot of relationships you’d seen in Asgard, platonic or otherwise.

“I’ll leave Loki and Thor to debrief Peter on the Frost Giants,” Tony said after a beat of silence. “Y/N, I’d like you to come with me. You can meet the other Avengers on the phone when I call them.”

You didn’t want to leave Peter, but you knew from the look on your father’s face that you couldn’t defy Tony’s request. So instead you squared your shoulders, nodded mutely and followed him out of the room.

Tony moved quickly through the halls, and it was somewhat difficult for you to keep up. Tony clearly knew the building like the back of his hand, but you’d never been beyond the gigantic lobby and the lab you’d just spent the last hour in.

Finally, you reached a room that you knew immediately was Tony’s office. It was expansive, but modern. There was another monitor on the exquisite mahogany desk, and it wasn’t much smaller than the ones you’d just seen in the lab.

“Y/N,” Tony said then, clasping his hands together and stopping you from looking around the space you’d found yourself in. “Your Highness, I suppose,” he continued, though there was no malice in his tone or facial expression.

“You don’t have to refer to me like that,” you said. “I barely like being a princess on my own planet. If I can avoid that here, I’d like to.”

“That’s part of the problem, princess,” Tony continued, and you looked at him incredulously. You had told him he didn’t have to refer to you like royalty, but you hadn’t been expecting the new contempt in his tone.

“From what your father and Thor have both told us, you’re a bit of a reckless royal,” Tony said, moving around to sit in the chair behind his desk. This left you with the option to continue to stand or to sit in the chair in front of his desk, but you weren’t about to stoop to his level. Not when he’d just blatantly offended you. Even if it hadn’t been on a personal level, for a civilian to insult an Asgardian royal like that was nearly unheard of.

“You can sit,” he said then, motioning to the chair. You shook your head vehemently at the suggestion.

“I’m okay standing,” you responded icily.

“Fine, far be it from me to offer hospitality,” Tony said sarcastically, throwing his hands up in the air.

“You didn’t bring me up here to meet the rest of the Avengers, did you?” you asked, and Tony smirked at you.

“Observant, aren’t you?” he asked, too jovially for your taste. “Except I did, but with an ulterior motive to have this conversation with you before we actually called them.”

You pointed to the door you had just come through. “You heard Peter,” you exclaimed. “We don’t have time to waste!”

“So you do know how to listen,” Tony responded, his shit-eating smirk never leaving his face.

“Get to the point, Stark,” you spat. “I don’t need to be spoken to like I’m a child.”

“It’s been brought to our attention that you seem to enjoy--not having responsibilities,” Tony said, leaning forward on his desk. “That’s not going to be the case in this situation. This is a serious threat, both to Earth and to Thor specifically. They’re most likely out for his blood, but hopefully you know your Frost Giant history, and you understand that they’re not averse to taking out any obstacles in their path, and they certainly don’t take prisoners.”

You crossed your arms. “My father is a Frost Giant,” you said darkly. “I know almost everything there is to know about his biological species.”

“Good,” Tony said quickly. “Then you’re willing to begin training to kill them, are you not?”

“I’ve been training to handle every possible threat on Asgard since I was six,” you shot back. “Ever since my mother was killed, my father didn’t want to take any risks in leaving me vulnerable to another attack. From anyone--or anything.”

“I’m sorry about your mother, I really am,” Tony said, folding his hands in front of him. “And I’m sure Peter will be able to sympathize with the loss that you’ve faced. But that isn’t the point of this conversation.”

You stared him down, waiting for him to continue. You were already over this conversation, and you were ready to turn around and leave on your own, despite the fact you knew you’d get lost very quickly in the halls of the building.

“The point,” Tony began, “is that you’re going to be helping us on this mission. You are going to be given solo responsibilities, and you are going to have to handle them. You aren’t going to be able to just skip around the way you do in your home kingdom. Maybe Loki is finding extra patience to deal with that, but I’m not going to.”

You wanted to throttle the man behind the desk. And you knew you could. You were far more powerful than he was, especially if you had secret elemental powers that you hadn’t learned to control yet.

Which reminded you, you still needed to talk to your father about those.

“What kind of responsibilities are we talking about?” you demanded. “I organize three balls a year on Asgard, and I oversee the training grounds for the entirety of our militia. I don’t think you’ll be able to give me something I can’t handle.”

“I’m not worried about you being unable to handle anything,” Tony admitted. “I’m worried about you simply choosing not to.”

You were livid. You couldn’t believe your father had just shit-talked you to the entirety of the Avengers. No wonder he’d forced you to come with him to Earth.

“My father already thinks I’m an irresponsible waste of time,” you said slowly, trying to mask the hurt that you knew was leaking through your words. “I don’t need my uncle or the other Avengers believing that.”

“Good, then we’re on the same page,” Tony said simply. “We won’t need to worry about you shirking your duty, as an Asgardian, or as an apprentice Avenger.”

You shook your head. You wanted to rip into Tony Stark--and your father, for good measure. Verbally or literally, you weren’t sure. You felt hurt, defeated, angry, and like you were six years old, the way everyone was treating you.

Tony stood up then, hitting a few buttons on his keyboard and pulling up a call for another Avenger. He motioned with his hand for you to come around and meet the one he was calling, and you cocked a questioning eyebrow when you saw the name on the monitor, mainly because you didn’t recognize it.

“Steve Rogers is Captain America,” Tony explained. “I’m calling him and four other people. We’ve got time to meet them all.”

Meanwhile, Peter was still in the lab, trying to absorb all the information that Thor and Loki were feeding him about the Frost Giants.

And he was doing well, he was asking questions he could tell the Asgardian men were appreciating, but he couldn’t get his mind off of you.

And he knew he’d already been told to stay away from you, and he knew how scathing the glare from your father had been when all he’d done was shake hands with you upon meeting you for the first time. But Tony had been right--he’d been starstruck.

How could he not be? You were easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Your smile had practically blinded him, it had been so bright, and so, so pretty.

And you didn’t make his spider senses go off in immediate alarm. Normally he was on edge when he met someone new, especially before he was able to fully scope them out and figure out their motives behind whatever they were doing. But you brought about an instant sense of calm, one he hadn’t really experienced ever since receiving the spider bite when he was still in high school. Maybe that was why he’d been so suddenly drawn to you.

“Do you remember their weakness, Thor?” Loki was asking, bringing Peter out of his thoughts about you. He felt like he was in a fog, trying to process everything the Asgardian king was telling him, and trying to keep his mind off of you at the same time.

“Heat,” Thor responded simply, and then a lightbulb went off in Peter’s head.

“That means they’ll be weakened just by coming here!” he exclaimed, pulling out his phone and unlocking it. He scrolled to the weather app, opening it and showing it to both the men standing before him. Bruce was still in front of the computer, studying the radar, but he had completely tuned out of the conversation, so Peter didn’t bother showing it to him.

“It’s seventy-five degrees outside,” Peter explained, realizing how confused both Thor and Loki seemed to be about the number displayed on his phone. “It’s almost the end of May, and it’s only going to get hotter the longer time goes on. They likely didn’t think about that, or they would’ve delayed their own arrival. If heat is one of their weaknesses, they’ll start losing strength the minute they enter the atmosphere, and then by the time they reach us, it’ll be an easy fight!”

“You have a good point, Peter,” Thor said kindly, “but we also can’t assume that they’ll be completely weakened upon arriving here. It’s been quite some time since we fought them on Jotunheim, and if the survivors have advanced at any rate close to how far Asgard has come, I wouldn’t be surprised if they appeared with technology to help them weaken slower.”

Peter nodded. “We’ll need to set up a training regime, then,” he said, his mind already running through the options. “Well, you two probably already know how to handle them, but the rest of us will need some help.”

“Y/N will need some help,” Thor interjected, and Peter felt his brain fritz all over again upon the mention of your name.

He shook his head roughly, trying to get himself to focus again. You weren’t sure what kind of power your existence now held over his own, but he knew it was potent.

He just hoped it wouldn’t end up going wrong, for either of you.

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