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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, medical procedures including dialysis and chronic illness, dry humping, violence, threats, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Pete Brenner, short!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Pete doesn’t get up. You look between him and the archway of the kitchen. You move cautiously into the entryway and near the door. You flip the latch back and open it to the two officers on the other side.

“Uh, hello,” you greet dumbly.

“We got a call from this unit about an intruder,” the taller one says.

“Yes, yes, he’s in my kitchen,” you sigh, “please, you have to make him leave–”

“Ma’am, does he have a weapon?” The officer asks.

“I…” your eyes round, “I don’t think so. But there’s knives in there.”

“Please, step back, ma’am,” the second officer orders curtly.

You do as they say. Thank god. They’re going to drag that maniac out of here in cuffs. You point through the archway and fade into the plaster. They enter and go into the kitchen.

“Sir,” the first officer greets, “is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you hear a clink as Pete answers casually.

You cross the hall and peek into the kitchen. He stands at the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee from the still brewing carafe. Alright, you can see how this appears less than insidious.

“I’m Officer Bodecker, this is Officer Rogers,” the first cop introduces himself, “we got a call about a break-in. Is it alright if we look around?”

“Sure,” Pete shrugs, “as long as I get my coffee. You want some?”

“No, wait, it’s him,” you race forward and throw your hand out, pointing accusingly, “he broke in last night.”

“I’m so sorry, officers,” Pete turns and grips the knot at the top of the towel, “I haven’t had a chance to get dressed. My girlfriend has an appointment today,” he points to the fridge calendar, “she’s on a lot of meds and she gets like this. You can check the cupboard.”

“N-no, no, I’m not lying. This guy, I don’t know him–”

“Really, I’m so embarrassed,” Pete talks over you, “I was in the shower when she called. It’s been rough. She’s under a lot of stress. And her treatments are so expensive–”

“Shut up!” You cry out, “please, please, don’t listen to him.” You step between the officers and turn on them, “can you please just get him out?”

“Christ,” the pudgier officer, Bodecker rolls his eyes and looks at the other. They exchange a scoff and shake their heads, “look, ma’am, a false report is not something we take lightly.”

“Another fine,” Pete mutters, “I’ll have to pick up some hours again–”

“Well, we can leave it be just this one time,” Rogers offers, “considering… we’re not entirely heartless, you know?”

“I swear, this isn’t–”

Pete startles you as he steps up and puts his arm over your shoulders, “shush, honey, it’s okay. Just calm down.”

You tremble as your head spins. How do they believe him? They need to listen to you. This is your apartment. He doesn’t belong here.

“No, n–”

“Look, it’s so nice of you to let it go,” Pete continues, “I’m really sorry you came all the way out here. This is so embarrassing. I’ll take care of her. She won’t bother you again.”

“Make sure of it,” Bodecker tuts.

“Please, officers,” your voice cracks.

“Let’s go, we’re just upsetting her,” Rogers grumbles, “ma’am, I hope you feel better.”

The officers turn and you go to follow them. Pete grabs the back of your neck and pinches, keeping you in place. You hiss and he shushes you as the police file out the front door. As the door shuts, he turns his head and leans in.

“Do you have any idea what you just did?” He growls.

“Ow, let go– get off of me! Get out of my apartment! Get out of my life–” You twist away and try to shove him off. He keeps his hand on you, his other coming up to your throat as he backs you against the counter.

“I’m going to have to teach you a real lesson. Last night… that was nothing. You’ve really done it now,” he pushes until you bend backwards. He grabs the coffee pot off the machine and holds it close to your cheek so you can feel the heat, “you think anyone will want you with that pretty face all marked up?”

“Stop,” you beg, grasping at his wrist.

“We coulda been nice, sweetheart. I was being real fucking nice. I’m just trying to take care of you,” he moves the pot and tips it over your chest. It splashes onto your skin and scalds down beneath your shirt. “You need to stop being so goddamn careless.”

He flips it straight and slams it back down. You whine and whimper as your nails drag down his arm. He lets you go and you fold onto the floor. He grabs his cup of coffee and stomps back to the table.

“Too bad you won’t make it to your appointment, sweetheart.”

“Please, I can’t–”

“Shoulda thought of that first,” he sits and slurps his coffee loudly, “I wanna take care of you, but you gotta let me.”

#pete brenner #dark pete brenner #dark!pete brenner #pete brenner x reader #drabble #series #au #i knew you were trouble when you walked in #pain hustlers

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elfsone · 2 years

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Final thoughts on KP

Just want to preface this by saying that I am not one of those people who had waited for 2 years for this and had to go through all the drama of them getting shelved etc. Hence I have absolutely no emotional attachment to this show. But if you are one of those people who have waited and this is the most perfect little thing for you, you do you! God knows I have my own favorites and comfort pieces of media/music, which may not be ‘objectively’ great, but I would fight till my last breath for.

Secondly, I am relatively new to the world of BLs. Started watching during the pandemic, probably have only watched 6-7 shows in all. So I am watching it just like any other show. I don’t have many points of references to talk about how groundbreaking this is or how they have improved upon the shortcomings or problems associated with this genre. (What I can say is that it is way better than 2gether😜)

Phew okay! I believe that the show was carried by the great acting. Usually the side characters can break the experience but everyone in this show was a very good actor. (My personal favorite has to be build playing pete. More on that maybe sometime later). Also the cinematography, sets, lighting etc etc were really good! The show had a big budget and it showed. Most of the shots were artistic and beautiful. But I have to say the writing on the show was weak. Now that may be the problem of the source material as I have seen multiple posts saying that novel was trash and boc has done a great job in interpreting it. I have personally not read the novel (I have only read the vegaspete side stories), so I can’t comment on that. While the story can’t be changed a lot, what could be improved upon was the pacing. The pacing in the show was really off. A lot of the times things felt unnecessarily stretched out and you are left wondering what actually happened in this ep. I caught myself getting distracted one too many times especially during the later eps. This is not an american tv show with multiple seasons. They did not have the luxury of time. This is the reason, some characters or arcs could not be fleshed out very well which dampened the experience. Some eps could have done with tighter editing and better writing. Like I honestly could care less about what happened to porsche’s mom as we were not invested in that person at all. While I understand that according to the novel timeline, this arc had to come after everything happens but how am I supposed to feel sympathy for a character I met 10 mins ago! Porsche has also never really talked about his parents, so him seeing his mother alive after all this time did not hit emotionally at all. Kim crying over chay’s polaroids... when did he fall that hard? Should we cry with him? Torture scenes interspersed with people partying in a club had me reeling.

I also could not wrap my head around the extreme tonal shifts that happened out of the blue. Some comedy scenes were really good, one that comes to mind is introduction of tankhun. Khun in his pink bath robe holding his dead fish. Amazing. But most of the time comedy scenes felt contrived and jarring mostly because they occurred when you least expected them too and they really took you out of the moment. For eg, recently in ep 14, when vegas is about to shoot porsche calling him kinn’s heart, a well done emotional scene is cut by a toy car with pink balloon?! (Please tell me this does not happen in the novel! I’ll bang my head against the damn wall!). I entered this show with no background and randomly coming across the trailer made me think it was going to be a dark gritty show set in the underworld which it is absolutely not. I imagined kinn’s character living the life of kim(living a double life) or vegas (traumatised by this life). But that’s on me. Future viewers should note that this is first and foremost a sweet love story. The main hero happens to be in the mafia.

The final point is that the main cp did not hit it off with me. A big problem for me was that they reduced these two rich characters- a mafia heir battling his demons and trying to please his father and an orphan boy working hard to survive in this world and provide for his brother- to just two boys in love. Kinn and porsche lost all personality and character except being boyfriends. Before y’all come at me for being a cynic who hates romance, I just wanna put out that cherry magic is one of my favorite shows of all time. Ok now cue the boos. For me the problem with kinnporsche is not their lovey-doveyness but their absolute lack of communication and trust. Call me a prude but problems are not solved by having sex. Kinn called porsche a slut, did not tell his plans about tawan to porsche and put him in jail, porsche spied on kinn’s meeting and did not apologize, porsche ran away with kinn’s enemy etc etc. Most of these conflicts culminated in them having sex. While those scenes were beautiful cinematographically, I couldn’t get into them as that was not the resolution I wanted. But ALL the praise to mile and apo (esp apo, his experience shines through). I firmly believe that this ship is so popular because of their great acting and phenomenal chemistry. They really looked like two men in love.

I really enjoyed the vegaspete cp. I was initially drawn to vegas’ charcater, he seemed to be a layered and complex villain. That’s why I read the vp side story after ep 6 or 7. Then pete came out to be an even more interesting and complex character and I really fell in love both of the charcaters individually before I loved them together as a couple. As I have read their story, I would say that the relationship did seem rushed. I wish we could get some of their sweet moments from the novel (I know they are just the side couple but just an extra 15-20 mins spread out over 3 eps would have done the job). Just so we could understand the depths of their love. We needed to see what pete was missing when he left and not just kinky sex. (Someday when my tears have dried up and I am tired of rewatching their scenes, I will do a bigger post on vegaspete)

Kim and chay were interesting. Whatever scenes they had they were really good. You could feel chay’s teenage love and kim’s inhibitions. I needed some more time (time again huh? one thing we didn’t have :P) to be really invested in their relationship. I really liked kim as a character. What or why was he investigating, I still have no clue.

But all in all, it was good show (I know, after all that!?). It provided good entertainment, great to binge watch. Personally not very high rewatch value for me.

Fave eps- Ep3, Ep7

Fave Character- Vegas, Tankhun

Fave Actor- Build, Apo

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #vegaspete

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kudosmyhero · 10 months

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The Amazing Spider-Man (vol. 1) #48: The Wings of the Vulture!

Read Date: December 28, 2022 Cover Date: May 1967 ● Writer: Stan Lee ● Penciler: John Romita ● Inker: John Romita ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Sam Rosen ● Editor: Stan Lee ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● Kraven the Hunter is still on the loose. Spidey is looking for him but is getting cold in the snow ● Spider-Man swings to the prison but then turns back for home ● inside the prison, a dying inmate asks to see his cellmate Blackie ● it's Adrian Toomes. He would have been out in a month. He wants Blackie to continue his legacy … or something ● I wonder what that "accident in the workshop" was. Maybe some mind/body switcheroo is going to happen ● Blackie is demanding info from Toomes. Toomes tells him to lean closer… ● for what it's worth, Blackie's inmate number is 40817060 ● Toomes tells him where to find the pair of vulture wings ● 500 yards from north gun tower near broken pines ● Blackie Drago admits now that it was no accident in the workshop, that he had arranged it to get Toomes to talk ● (don't die, Toomes! I like you) ● Blackie is a trustee and so can move around inside the gates, but now he's going to make a break for the outside ● "There's no one livin' who can stop a man with wings!" -- uh, a couple things, bud. 1) there are superheroes in your universe, and 2) Toomes had the wings and he was stopped ● he jumps a guy and takes his car out through the gates ● good thing the wings were just behind some boulders and not actually buried; no way he would have been able to dig up frozen ground before the guards catch up to him ● speaking of guards catching up, Blackie better hope the wings don't have much of a learning curve ● ha! Apparently there is a learning curve ● he gets away ● next morning, Pete and Harry are heading to school. Peter is coming down with something ● Gwen has a new hairdo that Pete compliments. Harry says that he likes it because it's styled like Mary Jane's hair. Heheh, your wingman technique needs some work, Harry. ● Professor Warren tells Peter he looks feverish and to go home ● Pete goes home and rests in front of the t.v., where J. Jonah Jameson comes on to bash Spider-Man ● then the news talks about the recent jailbreak ● Peter's t.v. is suddenly color now? ● Blackie fashions a new helmet (complete with radio reciever) ● he goes about on a crime spree, as one does ● Peter starts gearing up as Spidey, but he's really sick and weak ● he grabs for the phone to call Matt Murdock, but then changes his mind. He won't take a sick day because he fears he'll start "crying uncle" for dandruff or chapped lips. Bit of a reach there, Pete. Maybe Stan Lee is trying to shame his employees not to take sick days… ● damn, Vulture must have some excellent eyesight if he can make out what people are stuffing into briefcases from a distance ● briefcase is chained to the guy, so Vulture takes the whole dude ● flies them to the top of one of the towers on the George Washington Bridge (I'm scared of heights, so I'd be pissing myself) ● Vulture is going to throw the guy over the edge to try to break the bag open ● enter Spider-Man ● Spidey knocks Vulture into the Hudson (or thinks he did), then lowers the victim to the cops waiting on the bridge below ● (this Vulture has butt-shoulders) ● Vulture is flying around with Spidey trailing behind on a strand of webbing ● Vulture whips him about and sends him into the bridge… ouch ● he scoops him back up and flies over the city ● meanwhile, Anna Watson, Aunt May, and Mary Jane have gone to Peter and Harry's apartment to check on him ● of course he's not there so they assume he's feeling better, which relieves Aunt May of course ● M.J. suggests to Harry that they drive Anna and May home, then go to the Silver Spoon to look for Pete ● in the skies above, Spider-Man manages to get Vulture to drop him near a flagpole ● it's all he can do to stop being knocked to the ground by Vulture. Take a sick day next time, Spidey! There's no shame in it! ● aaaand Spidey gets knocked to a nearby rooftop, where he lays unconscious in the snow

Synopsis: As Spider-Man searches the city for trace of Kraven the Hunter, at the nearby prison Adrian Toomes is apparently on his death bed following an accident. Before he seemingly dies, he tells his cellmate Blackie Drago the location of a spare set of Vulture wings. Once he learns of their location, Drago reveals that the his "accident" was planned in the hopes that Toomes would reveal the location of the wings so that once Drago gets out of prison he can use the technology for his own personal gain.

That night, Drago manages to sneak out of the prison, and finds Toome's spare set of wings: hidden in a hiding place near the prison. Drago manages to escape before the guards can capture him, mastering how to use the wings in moments and flying away.

Peter has given up his search for Kraven for a while, when he realizes that he's coming down with a cold from all his winter time web-slinging. When he hears news of the new Vulture on the prowl he goes out to find the new Vulture in spite of his illness. This ends up working against him, as the new Vulture manages to defeat him easily before flying away and leaving Spider-Man unconscious in the snow. (https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_1_48)

Fan Art: Spider-Man: Homework by chimeraic

Accompanying Podcast: ● Swinging Through Spider-Man - episode 48

● Amazing Spider-Man Classics - episode 36

● Let's Read Spider-Man - episode 30

#marvel #marvel comics #my marvel read #podcast recommendation #comics #peter parker #spider-man #comic books #fan art #vulture #podcast - swinging through spider-man #podcast - amazing spider-man classics #podcast - let's read spider-man

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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you’re my best friend ~ pete davidson

word count: 2002

request?: yes!

“pete friends to lovers”

description: in which two best friends get super sappy while drunk

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol and weed usage

masterlist (one, two)

You were already two glasses of wine deep when Pete showed up, two cases of beer in his hands. He had a look of excitement on his face, which slowly fell when he realized there was no one else in your apartment.

“Everyone else cancelled,” you answered his unasked question.

“Everyone?” Pete asked.

You nodded. “Prior commitments or just not wanting to come or some shit.”

Pete came over and plopped himself down on the couch next to you. The case of beer was at his feet and he popped it open, taking out a bottle and immediately chugging it. You looked at him in amusement as he did so. Once he was finished, you asked, “Aren’t they warm?”

“Room temperature,” he corrected.

“Isn’t that gross?”

“A little, but obviously I have to catch up with you so we can be on even playing fields all night.”

You smiled and poured yourself another glass of wine as Pete opened another beer and started to drink again.

Between the heavy amounts of alcohol and the joint that Pete had brought, the two of you had gotten fucked up in no time. At some point you couldn’t even get up off the couch for more drinks, or for water that you both knew you should be drinking. The hangover you were going to have the next day was going to be killer, but in the moment neither one of you really cared.

You were both laid back on the couch, legs intertwined as you laughed at something Pete had said. It probably wasn’t even that funny, but in your inebriated state, everything was hilarious.

“You’re, like, my bestest friend, Pete,” you slurred. “No one else even bothered the show up, but you did!”

“I’m sure everyone else had like...stuff happening,” Pete said. “Adult things like...I don’t know...kids and taxes.”

You retched at the thought. “Yeah, no, I’m good with not having those adult things to do. Having kids, while extremely cute, is also extremely exhausting. But I don’t think anyone would’ve shown. No one else really...hangs out with me anymore.”

You laid your head back so you were looking at the ceiling. You could feel a lump growing in your throat and didn’t want Pete to see if you started crying. You knew this sudden emotion was most likely caused by the alcohol and the weed, but you also knew it was something genuine, a concern you had deep down that you had never voiced to anyone before.

You could hear Pete move to sit up and immediately turned your head away so he couldn’t see your face, even though you knew that looked more suspicious than anything.

“Everyone is busy, (Y/N),” he said, his voice soft. “I’m sure they’ll be able to hang out soon enough.”

“They’re not too busy to miss out on work get togethers, or going out with one another.” You sighed. “I know people grow apart and that’s just what happens when you grow up, I just didn’t think it was going to be all of my friends growing up and drifting apart all at the one time.”

“What am I, chopped liver?”

You giggled and sat up. The room spun around you as you did so and it felt like your stomach lurched. You had to take a moment to steady yourself before focusing your attention on Pete.

“I told you, you’re my bestest friend,” you said.

Pete’s smile slowly faded as he looked at you. “(Y/N), don’t cry please.”

You had forgotten about your emotional moment entirely. You wiped your cheek to find a wet streak running from your eye to your chin. You looked away from Pete again, suddenly feeling ashamed by your needless emotions. You were glad that the two of you were so drunk in that moment and would likely forget all of this the next day.

Pete’s hand lightly touched your chin, lifting it so that you were looking at him again. You looked into his eyes as he used his thumb to wipe the tears from your other cheek. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized how closely the two of you were sat together.

“I’ll always be here,” he assured you. “No matter how much we grow up or grow apart, I’ll always be one phone call away.”

You nodded, unable to get the words to unstick from your throat. You believed him, you knew he’d always be here.

The smell of beer and weed was strong as Pete leaned forward more, and normally you’d hate the smell combination. But you were too distracted by Pete’s eyes to notice, and a moment later you were too distracted by his lips on yours.

You had never viewed Pete as anything more than a friend before. You had grown up together. You were partners in crime since the first day you met in middle school. Your friends, and even your family, often made jokes that the two of you would end up together, but you both laughed it off. You were best friends, two peas in a pod, nothing more.

But now, with his lips moving against yours and his arms pulling you as close to him as you could get, you weren’t so sure. It could’ve been the drunken state the two of you were in, mixed with the emotions you were feeling just moments before. When the two of you sobered up the next day you may have not even remembered what happened, but in the moment you wanted all of him. You wanted his lips, his hands, his body, his heart, and you wanted to give him all of you in return.

His tongue brushed against your lips and you gladly let it in. It was wet and tasted like beer, so not the most romantic thing in the world, but it felt good in the moment. You felt like nothing could ruin what was happening, until your stomach lurched again.

You quickly pulled away from Pete and rushed to the bathroom. You didn’t even have time to kick the door closed behind you before you collapsed next to the toilet and threw up everything you had eaten and drank the past few hours. Pete followed closely behind you, pulling your hair back and gently rubbing your back. When you stopped throwing up for long enough, he got up to get you some water and made you drink it all before he did anything else.

“I didn’t think I was that bad of a kisser,” he joked. You glared at him over your shoulder before throwing up again.

Once you felt steady enough, Pete helped you to your feet. You brushed your teeth and took a mouthful of mouthwash in order to get rid of the taste of vomit. Pete helped you to your bedroom, where he had another glass of water and an Aspirin waiting for you.

“You’ll need that in the morning,” he said. “I’ll let you get changed.”

“You’ll stay with me though, right?” you asked. Suddenly you hated the thought of Pete having to leave.

He smiled. “Of course I will. I just want to give you some privacy while you change. You’re not supposed to see a girl naked till, like, the third date.”

You smiled back at him, a fuzzy feeling building inside of you at the thought of actually going on a date with Pete.

You changed into a pair of comfy pajamas and downed the glass of water Pete had left for you. You ventured out of your room to the kitchen to pour up another glass. You found Pete putting the bottles of beer in the recycling container and putting your glass in the sink.

“Why aren’t you as fucked up as I am right now?” you questioned.

“I could always handle my booze better than you,” he teased. You scowled and stuck your tongue out at him. He chuckled and put an arm around your shoulders. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

After some convincing, Pete agreed to join you in bed. At first he laid a respectable distance away from you, but you moved close to him and placed your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, running his hands through your hair as your eyes became too heavy to stay open.

“You’ll regret this in the morning,” he murmured. “Or forget it completely.”

“Maybe,” you said, “but let’s wait for the morning to decide that.”

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When you woke up the next morning you groaned in pain. Your head felt heavy and like it had been stabbed by multiple little needles. You opened your eyes but had to shut them again immediately, hissing at the pain that small action caused.

Why the fuck did I drink so much last night? you questioned as you braced yourself and opened your eyes again.

You found yourself alone in bed, which didn’t seem too unusual until you remembered that you hadn’t been alone when you fell asleep. Pete had been there, more specifically he had been cuddling you.

You’ll regret this in the morning, you recalled him saying before you drifted off to sleep. You wondered if he had left before you had the chance to decide how you felt about the events of the night before.

You popped two Aspirin pills into your mouth and swallows them with a mouthful of water. You pulled yourself out of bed and slowly walked out of your room, the only speed you could manage in this state. You were halfway to your kitchen when you realized you were smelling something; bacon. You wondered where the smell was coming from, and didn’t have to look far to get the answer.

Pete was stood by your stove, two plates full of eggs and toast already sat next to him. When he heard you enter, he turned and greeted you with a smile.

“Good morning sleeping beauty!” he said. His loud voice pierced your ears and you quickly covered them and groaned. He chuckled. “You poor thing, you’re gonna hate today.”

“I already do,” you said. “Is that for me?”

He looked down at the plate of breakfast. “One of them is, yeah. Do you think you can keep it down?”

“I can try.”

The two of you sat at your dining room table and began to eat. Although your stomach still didn’t feel right, the food was definitely soaking up whatever alcohol was left in your system and thus was making the splitting headache you had subside just a little bit.

There was an awkward silence looming over the two of you. Despite what you thought the night before, you could still remember every detail; the emotional conversation, the kiss, the cuddling, how you felt when the latter two things were happening. You knew Pete remembered because he certainly wasn’t as fucked up as you were.

“Do you regret it?” you found yourself suddenly asking.

Pete looked up from his breakfast, fake confusion on his face. “What do you mean?”

You gave him a look. “Pete, I remember last night. I remember what we did, and what you said before I fell asleep.”

He sighed, turning his attention back to his food. “I don’t know...do you regret it?”

“I don’t,” you admitted. “If anything, I...I feel whatever the opposite of regret is. The only thing I regret is getting so drunk I threw up after we kissed.”

He smiled. “Yeah, that’s not exactly great timing.”

You looked at him, still waiting for his answer. Finally, he looked up at you again and said, “I don’t regret it either.”

“So what do we do now?” you asked.

Pete thought for a moment before saying, “I take you out on a date, one where we’re both completely sober, and we decide if we really want to do this. How does that sound?”

You smiled brightly at him. “I think that sounds like a great plan.”

#Pete Davidson #pete davidson imagine #pete davidson x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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conjurethecosmos · 3 years

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Honey we need to talk - Steve Rodgers x little!reader

AN:///Hey this is my first fan fiction so please don’t be that hard on me lmao. also i just wanted to say that this isn’t a kink and I don’t write any kink related stuff. PSA age regression is a coping mechanism. If you like my work please like <3 also my asks are open so feel free to ask or suggest stories if you like :)

Word Count: 2k

(Y/N) POV

The surviving Avengers were finally coming back to the tower. Life had already changed just within the hours of the blip, but (Y/N) was alone and did not know about the blip. (Y/N) had been home at the tower safe, protected, from the terror that the avengers were fighting. She knew about Thanos and how he was trying to get all the stones, but the Avengers are the most powerful superheroes ever, they have to win, right? F.R.I.D.A.Y had been keeping watch of the currently sleeping (Y/N) making sure she was okay. The Avenger’s tower was known to be soundproof to keep the bustling sound of the city outside, which is why (Y/N) hadn’t been disturbed. The screams, screeches of cars, and general commotion of the people were not heard by the sleeping girl. F.R.I.D.A.Y did know what had happened when she lost contact with most of the avengers. She did not want to alarm (Y/N) since she had been extremely stressed out and with stress came her age regression. F.R.I.D.A.Y just did not want her to panic without anyone to physically console her since almost everyone she loved was gone. She would just wait till the remaining avengers arrived back to tell her what happened and so she could inevitably regress in the comfort of someone’s arms.

(Y/N) woke up with a yawn surrounded by scattered stuffed animals and ruffled bedsheets. The first thing that she wanted to do was to check her phone to see if Bucky, Steve, or Peter texted her to check up or send a picture of them together happy and coming home. Peter was a regressor like (Y/N) and they would always play together in the toy room conveniently located next to (Y/N)’s room. But, when she tapped on their phone it would not turn on. Even the dead battery screen that would pop up if she did forget to charge her phone the night before didn’t even pop up. So, she decided to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y what was wrong with the phone. “I am sorry (Y/N) I can not seem to turn on your phone, there doesn’t seem to be any issue with it” F.R.I.D.A.Y states. “What do you mean nothing wrong? It won’t even turn on. Ugh I guess I will have to go and get a new phone then.” (Y/N) says. That is when F.R.I.D.A.Y quickly responds “I am sorry to tell you this, but I have been advised to keep you inside for your safety.” She let out a huff and decide that she might as well get dressed. She doesn’t even know when everyone will be back, but the night before Steve called and said that they would all probably be back the following day. All she wanted to do is color and play with stuffies with Peter while Steve sat in the chair in the corner of the shared playroom reading a book.

Steve’s POV

Bucky disintegrated right before his eyes. His best friend, gone, all from a snap. Thanos had disappeared and left Steve, Natasha, Wanda, and Bruce enraged, however, what could they do. The flight back was solemn and quiet. No one dared to cry in front of each other despite the trauma accumulated today, save for Nat who sat quietly crying. Steve only looked forward to seeing his favorite person, (Y/N), which he cared for most of the time due to her tendency to regress when he is with her. He did not mind at all, in fact his caring personality just made him gravitate more towards being (Y/N)’s caregiver. His brain was going a mile a minute just thinking of how to tell (Y/N) that half the population was gone, including some people she loved so much. The avengers were informed by F.R.I.D.A.Y which avenger had sadly been blipped. That only caused the already somber mood to become worse. Steve just sat there staring at the many buttons on planes’ cockpit thinking about how (Y/N) would react to the news of Peter being gone. He was her only little friend, he was always there for her when she was having a hard day and needed to regress. They were best friends, just like Bucky and I. ‘I think I will just tell her as an adult and then take care of her if she needs to regress’ Steve thought. They then eventually started descending onto the landing pad on top of the tower.

(Y/N)’s POV

It was now about 8 pm. You kept youself occupied by cleaning since oddly enough the usual cleaner never showed up.You thought that it was weird, but assumed that the cleaner may have had the day off or something. The T.V. was also broken, like your phone it wouldn’t turn on. You could not watch the news or a movie, so you were pretty bored the whole day. You were pulled out of your boring thoughts when you heard keys enter the lock on the front door. Steve entered first looking panicked as he looked around to see if you were there, alive. You smiled at him and gave him a big hug, which caused him to hug you tighter almost as if you would disappear right before him. Immediately, you knew it was a hard mission. I mean they were gone for weeks so it had to be hard. However, He had a look on his face that you had never seen before. “Honey we need to talk” Steve sighed. They both walked into your bedroom to talk in private. You sat down on your bed hugging your stuffed purple fluffy bunny that was won by Bucky at a fair one year. Steve got the chair by your desk and moved it to be in front of you and then sat. “So, I am sure you are wondering what happened today?” Steve asked. “Yeah kinda. I haven’t heard anything since my phone is broken and the T.V. was off” you huffed. “Sweetie there really isn’t a good way of putting this...” he hesitated for a second but then started talking again looking at you straight in the eyes, “So Thanos got all the stones and snapped his finger which caused half the population to disappear.” You then started hugging your bunny as he continued to explain which avengers were gone. Tears were already starting to spill as you shut your eyes tightly. When he mentioned that peter was gone that is when you let out a loud pained cry. Steve had to hug you, to comfort his princess. He was not sure if he should have told you that a ton of people were gone, but you needed to know. If he didn’t and you would have asked about Peter, it would probably cause him to burst into tears. You started to regress, he could tell because you started sobbing and rocking. He knew that he needed to comfort you better than just hugging you so he decided that distracting you might be better. “Princess, I know you are sad about what I told you, but I just want you to know I am here for you.” Steve calmly says. “Bu-But I wan Pete n buck” (Y/N) blubbered. “I know baby, you can cry as much as you want,” He says while placing your head on his chest. Tears stain his shirt. He was tempted to cry with you, but he knew he needed to save his tears for when he was alone. Now was the time for his princess to grieve. After you crying for about twenty-five minutes Steve grabbed your paci so you could sleep. He could tell you had regressed. He placed you on your bed to lay down with your favorite bunny stuffie in your arms. Steve decided to sleep in the chair for the night just to watch over you in case you woke in the middle of the night in need of some comfort. He sat there staring at your sleeping form silently sobbing just because of all the stress of the day. It just hit him like a wave, but he eventually fell asleep. You woke up at 2 am to use the bathroom. You looked around the nightlight lit room to find Steve passed out in a chair located in the corner of the room. You slowly walked over, stuffie in hand, to wake the superhero up. You could not go to the bathroom by yourself since she was scared Thanos would be outside her door. Not even the bravest stuffie you owned could calm your fears. You poked Steve’s thigh to wake him up. Steve looked around in a panic only to see your puffy face. “Hey doll, what does my little princess need?” he asks. “I need to go potty, but I scared to go alone...” You shyly stated. “That’s okay, come on baby.” He escorts you to the bathroom and back. “Um Stevie, could you pwease cuddle me to sleep. I scared to sleep myself?” You sheepishly ask. ”Of course my baby.”

The next morning

You had woken up small. You could only speak like a three-year-old. That was okay with Steve though because he loved caring for you. He carried you into the living room and went into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee and you a sippy cup with strawberry milk with a plate of mini pancakes. He turned on your favorite Disney movie while he cooked for you. Caring for you was a needed distraction. He needed to feel like he was making a difference and obviously, the events of the previous day made him feel like all his efforts of protecting America or the Earth were all for nothing. But, taking care of you was rewarding and therapeutic. “Stevie, thanks for the pancakes, dis milk is so good too!” (Y/N) exclaimed with a cute little smile. “Aw, you’re so welcome, sweetie.”

5 years later

Time had passed, (Y/N) regressed more often than ever. She was rarely ever her adult self. Thankfully Steve had set up a group talk therapy session with some survivors which (Y/N) joined every time they had a meeting. She would only talk about missing Peter while hugging a stuffie she would bring. The group members never judged her though since they all had their own coping mechanisms if they had any. She was usually really shy in front of the group since mentally she was three and really did not have that much to say in front of the strangers.

Eventually, Bruce hatched an idea to bring everyone back, which caused you to be alone again. You just stayed in the playroom alone playing with barbies or watching a movie. Steve would call you from time to time to check up on you, luckily F.R.I.D.A.Y was a great caretaker and gave you your basic needs. The Avengers were now successful in bringing everyone back. Sadly, Tony had passed away though. You attended his funeral with Steve at your side. You still hadn’t seen Peter yet but did not want to interrupt his grieving since Tony was his main caregiver and mentor. Tony was the only father figure he had and he was just gone. Steve decided it would be best to have you pick a stuffed animal at the store for Peter to keep during this hard time. You decided on a red bear with a gold ribbon on his neck. Steve had the red bear in his hands ready to gift to Peter, while you had a new Pink bear with a white bow around its neck that you named Poppy. Once the funeral was done Steve held your hand to walk up to Peter. He looked so small and in need of someone to care for him. Steve then spoke, “Peter, I am deeply sorry for your loss. I know how you feel and if you need (Y/N) or me, don’t hesitate. (Y/N) thought that she should get you this special bear for you to give you comfort.” He handed Peter the red bear and Peter just hugged it close. Steve knew that he was going to have to take care of Peter and (Y/N) from now on, but he was ready for it. He loved you both dearly. “I hope you like the bear Peter, I thought you would like him since he’s your favorite color. See I have a pink one like yours, we’re twins!” You said trying to distract Peter. Peter rarely ever spoke when he was little, and this wasn’t any different. He eventually accepted your gift with a tight hug as his tears fell on your shoulder.

Time skip: a couple of months

Peter eventually moved into the tower and got a room next to yours. Steve now had two regressors to take care of now, but at least he had the aid of Bucky who would just baby sit. You were currently in your room putting on one of Steves old shirts with black leggings. His shirts made you feel even smaller since it was so baggy. Steve then quietly knocked on your door for permission to come in. “Yes?” you asked. Steve then opened the door and stepped in with his hand in Peters. Peter had a smile on his face for probably the first time in months. You smiled back and then turned to face Steve who obviously wanted to ask you something. “Are you little right now (Y/N) or are you big because Pete wants to play blocks with you?” Steve asks. You beam and excitedly say, “I wan play blocks! Pete can we make a town wif da blocks and cars and my dollys?” This just caused Peter to run and hug you. You two ran to the next room to play together. Storage containers were quickly opened and blocks were scattered to begin construction on the town. Steve watched you two play from the door with a smile on his face.

I am sorry this story was everywhere

#little!reader #age regression fic #regressed!reader #avengers x little!reader #cg!steve #little space fanfiction

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razorblade180 · 3 years

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More Actor AU

The previous one <-

Ruby:Justice will be swift! Justice will be painful- *pie to the face* Ahhhh! Nora!

Nora:HAHAHAHAHA! I couldn’t resist!

xxxx

Yang:Do you think she thinks less of me?

Jaune:You and Ruby are sisters. You may fight but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t care.

Yang:Yeah, Ruby...

Jaune:.....Wait are you talking about Blake?

Yang:*caught of guard* Uhhhhh

Jaune:Because why would she think less of you for choosing to act like a first responder?

.......

Ren:*outside* He has a point!

Director:Stick to the script!

xxxx

Raven:Does she have it?

Qrow:You’re going to have be a little bit more specific.

Raven:*slams hand and leans* Does. Salem. Have. The Tape?

Qrow:Tape?

Raven:Yeah the sex tape, it was in the vault.

Qrow:Whaaat? Who’s on it?

Raven:*smirks* Who isn’t on it?

Qrow:Oh shit....*downs whiskey* Tai is gonna kill me!

xxxxx

Apathy:*roaming*

Ruby:Quick, the door!

Weiss:*shakes it* They’re locked!

Yang:Let me-*trips up stairs* agh! My face!

Weiss:Yang! *snickering* Oh gods, are...are you okay?

Yang:Uuuuugggghh. Imma just lie here. Guess we die. *raise head*

Weiss:Uh oh, bloody nose. Time out.

Apathy:*shuffling backwards*

Blake:*on the ground* Imagine, asking grimm just to leave?

xxxxx

Nora:Psst camera man. Pan to Penny.

Penny:*getting make up done* Yo!

Nora:Ready to die a second time!?

Penny:Hell yeah! Gonna make the people cry twice! *puts in red contacts*

xxxxx

Cinder:*chokes Raven* I’m taking what’s mine.

Raven:Last time I checked your name isn’t Tai. So get your hands off my throat. *looks off set*

Tai:*face palming*

Yang:*red* Mom!!

Raven:Someone was thinking it.

xxxxx

Fiona:*reading lines*

Robyn:She’s very focused right now. I think she’s nervous. *grabs megaphone* Cameras go live in five minutes.

Fiona:*tearing up*

Robyn:No wait! I was lying! Please dry those tears!

Fiona:Stop stressing me out! I’m new here.

Robyn:*hugging her* Ssssshhh I’ll rehearse with you.

xxxxx

[Volume 3]

Blake:*getting first aid*

Adam:*staring at camera* Funny thing about Blake Belladonna, she hates reshoots.

Blake:Do not...

Adam:She hates them so much in fact that she’ll do whatever it takes make the first take an absolute masterpiece. Blake Belladonna however also does about half of her stunts. Good stunts too. All those flips and hand to hand, that’s just her being cool. *puts hands together* I’ve worked with her since day one. I’m in most of those actions scenes. So let me tell how insane this girl is.

Blake:Oh geez...

Adam:Ten minute ago, we’re just shooting the scene where her character and my character are fighting. The plan was I “backhand” her and she falls on the ground. Now we’re not perfect. We’ve accidentally grazed each other before. But when I tell you Blake literally just sat there and watched as my hand swung at her....

Blake:Man, I don’t know what happened! *snorting* I knew it was coming, but then the next minute I had no time to go with it.

Adam:Now normally, a sane person would yell cut, but not Blake. I’m looking at her shocked as she’s staring back mouthing “roll with it.” And against judgment, I did.

Blake:It doesn’t get more authentic than that! Plus it only stung.

Yang:Until we finished the scene! We look at you and this red mark is appearing and you’re like “yeah, Adam knocked the hell out of me.”

Adam:And now I feel bad!

Blake:Nah man, perfect scene. Way to improvise.

Yang:Blake Belladonna everyone.

xxxx

Fennec: *dies*

Corsac: Corsac no!!!

Ilia:Wait, your Corsac.

Corsac:Shit, really? Damn, read the long lines all volume.

Ilia:W..wait...*smiling* d..did switch roles? Has no caught that?

Blake:N...no? *looks around* We didn’t right?

Sun:*containg laughter* Please...please tell me we haven’t mixed the roles all season? You audition for...?

Corsec:Fennec. I’m playing Fennec right? *snickering*

Blake:I...uh..how’d we-

Corsec:I’m just fucking with you.

Blake:Oh my god! Dude, I thought we messed up so much shit! My heart!

Crew:*laughing*

Blake:Y’all are jerks. I type the credits don’t scare me like that!

xxxxx

Ghira:*tears cloak off*

Tyrian and Salem: Dayuuuuuum! Look at that man!

Ghira:Pfft, god damn it. You ruined my roar! Hahaha.

xxxxx

Director:Alright Jaune. So in this scene you punch the wall because you just learned about Salem being immortal. Remember to hit hard enough get a good bang for the mic, but we don’t want you breaking your hand or anything.

Jaune:Got it!

Director:And action!

Jaune:*cracks wall*

Everyone:......

Jaune:......

Nora:Welp, he didn’t say anything about breaking the wall.

xxxxxx

Cinder:*holding sister* Diva in the building yall. Introducing mini me.

Ember:I get paid!

Cinder:Yeah you do!

Everyone:(The resemblance is uncanny.)

xxxxxx

Interviewer: Has it feel to work with distinguished talents like Tyrian.

Mercury:There isn’t a moment that man lets me rest. I could have one scene and that guy is offset staring at me and shimming or wearing a prop just throw me off-he’s doing it now! *smiles*

Tyrian:*in Salem’s costume* I don’t know what you mean Mercury? Are you...*props leg up* distracted?

Mercury:Serious doesn’t exist with that man on set.

xxxxx

Interview:Adam, how’s it feel to be the most hated character.

Adam:It’s hilarious. I go the store to get a coffee and the cashier is doing a double take as they stare at me wearing a shirt with Pumpkin Pete on it. Before they process who I am exactly I’m just like, “please tell me you have pumpkin spice?” And their perception is ruined immediately.

Interviewer:Ever get hate at events.

Adam:Oh it’s a game now! Not by my choice. This was Yang’s idea.

Yang:*pokes in* Y’all talking about the game where I make people upset? *sits in his lap* excuse me.

Adam:Against my will...*snickers* anytime I go to a convention with Yang, she enters the room from the opposite door and let the people gather to her while haters gather to me.

Yang:By the time I reach him I see about a dozen people glaring at him while my fans are following me until I get where I need to go. Right before I do, I walk up to Adam as if I didn’t know he’d be there, then jump into his arms happily. Everyone shuts up. They don’t know how to cope.

Adam:That’s with almost any hero in this show. I’m minding my own business and then they cling to me for shock value. Yang and Blake are the worst though.

Yang:I’ve sat in his lap like I am now at a Q&A before because people booed when he showed up. The beef isn’t real people! My arm is fine!

xxxxx

Jaune:*staring at Pyrrha’s statue*.....

*foot steps approach*

Jaune:*looks left* !?

Pyrrha:*holding flowers* A tragedy, this person’s death. You knew them?

Jaune:I...y...no. Just heard of her.

Pyrrha:Really? Cool. Reall strong person. Her people were heartbroken when she chose Beacon. But it was the place she dreamed of. Ashamed she died. Gone, never to be seen.

Jaune:She may be gone, but I know she had no regrets. Pyrrha was a huntress through and through, and I believe she fought like one until the end.

Pyrrha:*nods* Yeah, I think so too. *containg joy*

.........

Pyrrha:This isn’t the real scene by the way.

Jaune:I was about to say! Like, what the hell is happening!? I read the script and missed this part!

Pyrrha:Hahahaha! Good improvising. *claps* way to roll with the nonsense. I can’t believe you said no though! That’s how you get haunted.

Jaune:*laughing* I thought I was! Ghost Pyrrha walking with flowers saying “oh you know her?” I thought I did until you showed up!

Ren:We just shoot random scenes of you talking to Pyrrha and never address it. Jaune is just crazy now.

Pyrrha:I’m down for that!

Director:No! Well....no! Stop trying to get more lines!

Pyrrha:Awww.

xxxxxx

Ozpin:You know originally I brought my kid here so we can bond and he was like “awesome!”

Cameraman pans over to Oscar and Penny sitting on a bench eating together, laughing.

Ozpin:*smirking* I was played, but I respect it.

xxxxxx

[Volume 6]

Jaune:*walks up to Ruby* Promise that you’ll meet us there.

Ruby:I promise. *smiles*

..... *both lean in*

Ruby:......*kisses him*

Everyone:!?!?

Nora:Woah! Cut!

Ruby:Huh? What’s up?

Nora:There’s no kiss!

Ruby:Really? Feels like a kiss should be here. Huh, my bad. Thought it was written in.

xxxxxx

Ruby:*posed up in chair* They had to cut out me kissing Jaune. That’s fine, still kissed him.

xxxxxx

Nora:All I’m saying is maybe I should get a kiss with him.

Director:Nora, just ask him out on your own time.

Nora:Pffft what? Me, into Jaune? No..... I just think it would make good narrative sense.

Director:How!?

Nora:......*walks away* It just would!

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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unplanned pt. II

- warnings: cursing, babyness

- wc: 1.3k

The last year of college was a bit of a bumpy ride, but eventually you and Peter graduated and got your degrees. Only Peter moved on to his job; you were on maternity leave.

It was strange. Odd, out of the ordinary, abnormal. To you, at least. There was life inside of you, growing and evolving and thriving. Another heart beating because of you and Peter, because of your love (albeit it's also because of your carelessness, but that was entirely neither of your faults). The amount of nights you laid awake in the dark just caressing your stomach and whispering to the unborn child were countless, and Peter often scolded you for doing such things because "you need to sleep for you and the baby."

Only now, you didn't have to do that. There was no baby inside of you anymore. Instead, he was resting peacefully in Peter's arms as you rested on the hospital bed next to him. It had been a good three hours after the birth process, and you seized the opportunity to rest and leave your child with Peter, sweet and gentle and caring Peter. You weren't sure if he was still crying — he was when you drifted off to sleep — but you were fairly certain he was still teary.

When you woke, Peter kissed your forehead and gave you Anthony -- that's right: Anthony Benjamin Parker was the newest addition to your small family. You couldn't wait for Tony and May to meet him. His eyes sparkled just like Peter's; held galaxies you could get lost in and ocean's you could drown in. Though fresh and a bit chubby, you could already tell which of the features were more like yours and which were most like Peter's. The thought made you smile; you created life.

"Peter?" You whispered, holding the baby.

"Yeah?" he whispered back, watching the interaction between you, a brand new mother and her baby.

"Do you wanna let everyone in? I know May and all the Avengers have probably been waiting for awhile."

"Actually, it's just May. I told the Avengers to go home because one: they took up the entire waiting room and two: they grabbed too much attention."

You giggled at Peter's slight ramble before nodding. "Yeah, that seems like a better plan. But at least let May in."

"Of course."

Two minutes later, you heard a gasp just as Peter entered the room with his aunt, and she rushed to sit by your side, gazing at the sleeping baby, watching him take every breath, his small chest moving up and down comfortingly.

"Aww," she squealed. "Look at the little baby," she dragged out the final syllable. Peter's cheeks grew a blush and his hands had gotten clammy. "What's-" she started hesitantly. "What's his name?"

You looked up and directly at Peter, and he smiled softly at you, grateful and lovingly.

"Anthony Benjamin Parker," he said with a smile.

May stood up straight, looking at Peter as she silently made her way over to him. She engulfed him in a hug, her embrace all too familiar with Peter, and she lightly cried into his shoulder.

"He would be so proud."

***

About two days later, you were discharged from the hospital. Peter was holding the baby in his car seat and you were empty handed except for the small duffel bag. Happy's car was waiting by the curb, and Peter and you both got into the backseat and into the view of Happy's excited and intrigued eyes.

You smiled, turning the seat so Happy could glance at the newborn, and he let out a happy exhale he was holding in.

"Agh," he turned around and started the engine. "You kids grow up so fast."

Peter and you laughed and buckled your seat-belts. Peter blindly grabbed your hand when the car started moving, and he kept it in his lap intertwined with his own through the entire ride.

Once arriving, George, the main security guard, took your bags to his room, but not before expressing his congratulatory messages to the both of you.

"You ready?" Peter asked, still holding your hand.

"Yeah," you sighed out happily. "I'm ready."

Into the building and down the corridors and hallways you went. The avengers were in the lounge-room — all of them. They were waiting for the two of you, excited and happy and nervous but above all, loving.

Peter opened the double doors, dropping the duffel bag next to the small table beside one of the couches, and he grabbed your hand again as you brought the car seat into the room.

Nat gasped and Tony turned around and ended whatever conversation he was having with Bruce and Thor.

"Is that the little guy?" Nat asked, and Peter nodded. You were too busy gauging their reactions to respond correctly

"What's his name?" Steve asked after a few seconds.

"Anthony Benjamin Parker," you told them this time.

Tony seemed to have stopped breathing all together, but Bucky and Strange and Steve and Clint were all looking at him, almost as if they were happy for a son, proud for him like fathers. Right in the moment, you couldn't read Tony's facial expressions, and you suspected Peter was the same. Was he honored? Starstruck? Happy? Shocked? It was practically a mixture of all four.

"T-tony?" Peter said. "Are you okay?"

"You know," you spoke up. "We had been discussing baby names for months, and.. we felt it fitting if he was named after someone as important as you, Tony."

"Kid," Tony whispered, his head hanging down as he bashfully wiped his eyes. "I don't know what to say," he admitted. Everyone stood in silence for a few moments before Tony made his way over to the two of you across the room. Sloppily and eyes watered like a garden after rainfall, he pulled Peter into a hug, and you got dragged in as well.

"I'm honored..." he trailed off, letting go. "And proud. You two are going to be great."

Peter glanced at you nervously, a blush heating his cheeks once again.

"I think so, too," Steve said.

"I also think the two mini heroes will be great," Thor agreed.

"C'mon!" Nat motioned you two over with her hands. "I wanna see the little babe!"

Turn after turn you watched them all from the safety of Peter's lap — on the couch, the two of you were seated. It had been a good hour of each Avengers holding, cradling, and rocking the newborn. Steve was undoubtedly the most emotional, Natasha was the longest, and Loki was the most uninterested, though you suspected he was secretly excited.

When the baby started crying, you found it was probably time to feed him, so you told Peter quietly before kissing his cheek and getting up. Peter watched you maneuver and stride to his child, your child. He couldn't help but smile, and he had to look to his lap to hide it as best he could.

You were heading out of the lounge-room, and Peter assumed it was just because you were still new to the whole breastfeeding process. Wanda went with you just in case you needed assistance, and Peter was left alone with the heroes.

"You know," Peter started, grinning. "You're all grandparents now."

Steve gasped, and heads whipped around to look at him. "I'm too young to be a grandpa!"

"Too young?" Bucky laughed. "You're like- 100 years old."

"I was born 100 years ago, but I didn't age. I'm still young!"

"Oh Jesus, Steve," Bruce laughed.

"Is that your way of telling us we're old?" Sam looked at Peter, one eyebrow raised.

Peter's soul practically left his body, his face turning a ghostly white as his eyes bugged out of his head. Tony laughed at the reaction, and so did Strange.

"No!" he exclaimed. "I swear I didn't intend for that-!"

"Calm your tiddies, Pete," Natasha laughed.

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petersnya · 3 years

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SOMETIMES PT.3

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

Warnings: Angst (alotttt. I’m sorry lol)

Word count:1873

[A/N] So that there’s no smut in this part but it is SO worth it (trust me I hate when there’s no smut but this part is so SO GOOD)this part kinda like, BROKE my heart… ok it DID break my heart… SEND ME YOUR FEEDBACK AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST FOR EACH CHAPTER! ENJOY… (send a request for anything you want me to write or if you have any ideas)

-J.T.S xxx

PART ONE PART TWO

Ever since the incident at the drive-in theater, Y/N has been avoiding Peter. Whenever MJ, Peter, and Ned would walk out of school together, Y/N wouldn’t be leaning out of the window of the car smiling and waving at them. She would have the window rolled up and looked either straight out the ahead or down at her phone.

Peter told Ned about the whole situation but didn’t tell MJ. He knew she would kill him because Y/N is her cousin and their like sister towards each other.

“Peter I don’t know what your gonna do, but you gotta do it fast cause sooner or later MJs’ gonna find out and your not only gonna lose the girl you have a major crush on but also your best friend,” Ned pointed out to Peter. Peter didn’t want to admit it but he was right. He had to come out with the truth to Y/N one way or another. He had to tell her that he does like her and that he lied about the stark internship.

He had to tell her that he was Spider-Man.

“Yeah Ned, I guess you right.”

“I am right Pete. Now go get your Princess Leia,” Ned teased as the bell rang, signaling that it was time for them to leave. The two boys made their way out of the building, talking about their project they still had yet to finish. They didn’t see MJ around like how she usually is until they heard familiar voices coming from behind them.

“Here’s your schedule and your and the supply list. You can also sign up for clubs if you would like,” an administrator said.

“I’ll think about it. That you so much.” there it was. That voice. It was Y/N talking to the administrator. But I thought she was homeschooled? Peter thought to himself, trying to wrap his mind around what was going on. It’s not like it was a bad thing that Y/N was coming to Midtown, but MJ told him that she really wasn’t the type to go to school. She hated big crowds of people and was never really good at making friends.

“Ok well, I can’t wait to have you as a new student at Midtown!”

Peter and Ned looked at each other with wide eyes then turned fully around to see who was behind them, even though they already knew by the voices. “Peter…”

“Ned,” he said to the tan boy next to him. They were both in shock by what they just heard.

“Y/N’s going to Midtown?” they said in sync.

“Yes, she is,” MJ added as she and her cousin walked over to stunned boys. Ned sent them both a smile and Y/N sent him one back with a small ‘hi’. Peter couldn’t help but notice that something was different about her.

She’s not wearing her glasses.

The four of them walked out of the building together, telling Y/N about all the teachers and classes at the high school. She also explained that she was tired of being homeschooled and wanted to have something to do outside of her one personal bubble. This new information didn’t make much sense to Peter. She seemed so happy when she was at home from what he could see.

Ned said goodbye to the two girls before heading over to the bus, beckoning Peter over.

“Later MJ, b-bye Y/N.”

“See ya, Parker,” MJ responded before getting into the passenger side of the car, kicking her feet up on the dashboard.

“Hey! Feet off the dashboard dude,” Y/N yelled at her cousin. MJ mocked her expression before chuckling lightly- keeping her feet on the dashboard. “Goodbye, Peter,” she said coldly, turning back to Peter before getting into the driver’s side, pulling away from the curb before speeding off down the road.

“I miss you.”

The brown-eyed boy whispered to no one, but it was meant for Y/N. He truly did miss her. Even if they had met only one week ago, that same surge of energy raced through him. Peter knew this wasn’t an ordinary crush- he didn’t know what it was. But he knew he couldn’t afford to lose it. He felt like he was falling apart without her. He didn’t intend to be that rude to her that night at the drive-in, it just happening and he regretted it the second he did it once he saw that heartbroken-hearted look on her face. But instead of apologizing to her, he just sat there.

“Sup penis Parker!” a kid named flash yelled and he sped by him, causing Peter’s brown curly hair to fall into his face. Great.

“Hey kid, I ain’t got all day. Ya getting on or not?” the bus driver said to Peter. He slumped his shoulders and lugged himself into the bus, taking his seat next to his best friend. “It’s gonna be ok man,” Ned told Peter, trying to comfort him.

I hope so.

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Peter was late-night patrolling as he usually did and spotted MJ’s place. Not being able to restrain himself he swung over to the building next to it. He noticed that that same room light was on that was on the first time he stopped by MJ’s on a night patrol as Spider-Man.

Looking through the window to the lit room, he saw Y/N. she was sitting on her bed, her legs crisscrossed as she wrote something down in a thick, brown, leather-backed journal.

He smiled at the sight before him. Y/N was wearing the glasses. She pushed them up on her face with her knuckle and continued them to write. Someone must have called her name because she got up from her position on the bed and left her room.

Curiosity took over Peter as he swung over the ledge of the fire escape that was right at Y/N’s window. He peered into it and used his mask to focus closely on the open journal sitting on the bed. It was a letter:

Dear dad,

I can’t do this anymore. I miss you so much. You were what made me smile every day, and you still do. But I thought I had found someone who could make me smile even more. He’s beautiful dad. He has amazingly curly brown hair and the brightest brown eyes I had ever seen. His smile made me smile just like how your smile made me smile. He was the one that convinced me to wear my glasses… your glasses. Not MJ. not mom. He did. I thought he liked me as much as I liked him, but I was wrong. And now I can’t stop thinking about what you told me: some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes. I think he was the one dad, the wrong one. The one I wasn’t supposed to be with. But why does it hurt so much? I’ve been preparing for this to happen to me ever since you told about false love. But now that it actually happened, I cant take it. I cant let him go. But I-

The letter stopped. And anyone could tell that Y/N had been crying as she wrote it- there were tear strains covering the page.

Peter felt lightheaded. Tears flooded his chocolate eyes and he unfocused his mask from the page. He slumped down, his back not facing the window. He was hurt. It felt like everything in the world had stopped, as time had frozen. He couldn’t bear to know the fact that he hurt Y/N so much to the point she thinks it’s her fault.

He yanked the mask off of his face, his cheeks burning a shade of crimson just like his eyes. Peter ran a shaky hand through his hair, gripping it as he grounded out in frustration.

Letting go he slammed his fist against the brick behind him, yelling out in pain. But not physical pain. He felt like someone just ripped out his heart and stomped on it.

“Hello?” Peter jumped at the voice coming from inside of Y/N’s room. Nows your change Peter. Just go tell her the truth. That’s what one side of Peter said, the other side was the opposite. You cant tell her now, she’ll just hate you more. You have to wait for the right moment.

But when was the right moment?

“MJ, did you hear that or am I fucking crazy?” Y/N asked as she exited the room. Peter took this chance to get away without being seen. He made his way but to his shared apartment with Aunt May. Entering his room and sitting on his bed, tears ran down his face as he silently sobbed.

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“Students, I need your attention,” everyone quieted down their own conversations to hear what was about to be said. “I would like to introduce you to our new student, Y/N,” Peter’s head snapped but to look to the front of the class. His eyes landed on Y/N. he couldn’t help but admire her outfit. She was wearing high-waisted but loose, flared jeans with a grey Slytherin sweatshirt and black converse- ones like MJs. her fingers were covered in rings and she has a small necklace. There was a bag draped over her shoulder and her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail. She was holding her glasses in her hand, not daring to put them on.

Not in front of all these people. More importantly, in front of Peter.

Her head hung and she stared at her feet, twisting the ring on her thumb. The teacher told that she could take a seat at an empty chair, and just to her luck, Ned wasn’t at school that day. So she was forced to sit next to Peter. She didn’t want to argue so she took her seat and sat there quietly not daring to even glance at the boy next to her.

Half an hour went by and Peter noticed Y/N fidgeting next to him. Her hands were shaking, her ears were turning bright red and she shook the table from how much she was bouncing it. She was taking notes but the handwriting was illegible she was consistently squinting at the board, trying to read what was being written.

“Hey Y/N, are you ok?”

“Fine,” she let out shakily, avoiding eye contact with Peter. He grabbed her hand, causing her to look him in the eye. Y/N’s eyes were red, tears swelling in the corners.

“We’re going to the bathroom. Now.”

“No Peter I’m f-fine.”

Peter grabbed Y/N’s arm, pulling out of the chair and into his arms, picking up their belonging with his free arm. They snuck out the back door to the classroom he and Ned used to sneak out of.

Walking through the halls, Y/N’s breath became shallow. “Peter, peter I wanna go home. Please take me home. There are too many people in there. They were all looking at me a-and I didn’t want them to look at me. MJ. Peter where is MJ. I need-”

“Ssshhh, relax Y/N. I’m gonna take you home,” Peter said, rubbing her back. She nodded her head at him as they walked through the back doors of the school.

SORRY THAT THIS PART WAS SHORT BUT THE NEXT ONE WILL BE LONG AND I HAVE SOME REALLY GOOD SURPRISE COMING IN THE NEXT PARTS. I LOVE YOU GUYSSSSS

-J.T.S xxx

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khalixascorner · 2 years

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Give You the World Pt 2

Read on AO3 Here

Part two of Give You the World. Read Part 1 Here. Still more fluff.

Christmas Day

Tony was up first on Christmas morning. He made sure Peter was tucked in as he slid out from the blankets, wanting to put the finishing touches on his Christmas gift. It was a little hard to gift wrap a country after all.

“Alright, Fri, where are we at?” Tony asked as he stepped into the lab.

“Preliminary mock up ran with a 98% success rate for the chosen country of Ezolau. As such, I have already completed the necessary work to secure our control in the country,” FRIDAY replied, sounding quite pleased with herself. “I’ve also completed the fabrication of the holographic housing unit for Ezolau’s geography and programmed it to show our goals and up to date progress on said goals.”

“You’re the best, baby girl,” Tony said, grinning as he picked up the holo unit. Closed, it looked like a flower bud, the petals tightly folded around a core. However, when he touched his thumb to the scanner, it slowly unfolded like a lotus blooming. The hologram projected a small bead of light first, which then burst into a series of mini screens, each of which could be selected and enlarged to see statistics, real time satellite feeds, and more.

“I know, boss.”

Tony just chuckled as he folded the flower back up and put it in the decorative box that had been left on his work bench.

“Nice choice on the wrapping, Fri,” Tony said.

“I aim to please,” FRIDAY replied, smugness once more entering her synthetic voice. “Well, please Peter, at least.”

“As it should be, baby girl,” Tony said. “As it should be.”

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It was a small gathering around the tree, Peter thought, but no less full of love. Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, May, Ned, and MJ were all there in time for a late lunch, having done Christmas morning with their own families before heading to join Peter and his mate. Peter had insisted that they hold off on opening gifts until everyone was there, so now everyone had a small pile of gifts they were working their way through.

Rhodey laughed at the cheesy Iron Man and War Machine action figures, and Happy looked like he was about to cry when he opened his complete collection of Downton Abbey on BluRay. Pepper and May cooed over the matching greatest Aunt necklaces that also had pictures of the latest ultrasound tucked inside the case. MJ was already using her new art supplies to draw Ned’s look of utter shock as he opened an exclusive Avengers special Lego set.

It was the best thing, Peter decided, to find those perfect gifts for your loved ones. Of course, all of them were easier than Tony to shop for. So Peter hadn’t even tried to shop and instead had focused on what he could make. It had taken months, but Peter was confident that he would win their unofficial best gift giver contest this year.

“You haven’t opened any of yours yet, Pete,” Tony said, not even trying to be discreet as a blue and red box was pushed towards him. “You should definitely start with mine because it’s the best anyway.”

Peter just laughed and deliberately grabbed every other present first, receiving a few new T-shirts, a lego set, baby books, and a beautifully sketched picture of a pregnant peter being held by his mate. Peter recognized the pose from his maternity shoot, and he immediately made a mental note to get MJ’s picture framed for the nursery wall.

While he had been opening those, Peter noticed Tony had finally started opening his gifts as well, though they were a lot less varied. There was a #1 Iron Dad coffee mug, a few Daddy’s little princess and Daddy’s little superhero, plus a ton of Iron Man baby gear.

“I feel like I should be insulted that there's no Spiderman gear in there,” Peter commented wryly.

“Don’t worry, Peter,” FRIDAY said. “I’ve already taken the liberty of having custom pieces commissioned. They will arrive before the pup is born.”

“Is it me, or is FRIDAY taking a lot of liberties lately?” Happy asked, looking at the ceiling confused.

“Only when it’s for Peter,” Tony replied. “She likes spoiling him.”

“Keeping Peter happy keeps you happy and healthy as well, boss, thus it is in my favor to ensure your mate is as happy as can be,” FRIDAY replied primly.

“No complaints here baby girl, you know that,” Tony said, putting up his hands in surrender.

The others just shook their heads but dropped it. Meanwhile, Tony looked pointley at the last gift in front of Peter.

“Are you finally going to open it?”

Peter pretended to think about it before picking up the box, taking his time to admire the custom printed design in red, blue, and gold. He pulled the top off and gently lifted out a metal flower that sat inside. Each petal of the metal lotus was delicate yet sturdy. A small panel stood out, and Peter instantly recognized it as a biometric scanner.

He pressed his thumb to it and then said his name when prompted by FRIDAY. His ears barely detected the motors as the petals unfolded revealing a holographic globe hovering in the center.

Peter glanced at Tony, then back to the globe. Used to Tony’s tables, Peter tapped the globe. His eyes went wide as it exploded into multiple screens.

“Tony, what is this?” Peter asked, looking over dozens of statistical points. Front and center was a file titled 14 steps to save the world.

“So you always wish we could do more,” Tony started. “Well this is more. Friday and I acquired the cooperation of a small country called Ezolau. We’ve drawn up long term plans to eliminate hunger, homelessness, and poverty in their nation. Once we’ve done that, we can take what we learned and move on to the next one, until we’ve helped everyone.”

“It’ll take years though and so much money,” Peter said, awed. “We’ll be doing this for the rest of our lives.”

“Well, I’m hoping that once people realize what we’re doing will help them, they’ll go along with it without me having to finance everything,” Tony said with a chuckle. “But if not, Friday and I estimate we can have it done in 15-20 years with our current projections. Probably closer to 25-30 because something always happens, but soon enough that our grandchildren for sure will see a much better world than we have now.”

Peter just stared at Tony, his heart filled to the brim at the sheer love and devotion his mate showed him. Tears flowed freely down his face, and he flung himself into his mate’s arms.

“Hey now, darling,” Tony murmured. “This was supposed to make you happy, not make you cry.”

“I am happy, so happy,” Peter assured the alpha. “Just overwhelmed too. But it's a good overwhelmed.”

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Tony held Peter as the omega slowly calmed down. Their family had stepped away to give them a little privacy when they realized Peter would need the time. Eventually, the sniffles stopped and the Omega started to chuckle.

“What’s up, Roo?” Tony couldn’t help but ask.

“I thought my gift was going to be the best one this year but I don’t think it quite tops this,” Peter said. The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial. “I was thinking about how worried you were because you’re older and we’re just having our first baby now. So I took my spider DNA and some of the stuff from extremis and made this. It should help mend your DNA and slow down your aging. So we can keep you longer.”

Tony’s throat tightened, heart overflowing at the thought of how much time and energy Peter must have put into this small vial. All because he wanted to be with Tony longer. Because Tony wanted to be with him and their family longer.

“It’s keyed to your DNA, so if we ever want to tweak it for our family, it’ll have to be done one at a time,” Peter continued, oblivious to Tony’s reaction. “But I figure we’ll want to make sure there aren’t any long term complications before using it freely and well, it’s not the most pleasant process either, but I think it’s worth it.”

“It is, love, it most definitely is,” Tony cut in, pulling Peter into a tighter hug. “Anything that gives me more time with you and our family is worth it.”

Tony tucked the vial into the lotus and sealed it. Then he pulled Peter in for a deep kiss, pouring all of his love further into it.

“Tonight, when everyone is gone, I’m going to properly show you my appreciation,” Tony said, a rumble building in his chest. “Then we’ll go over everything together and start the process before New Year’s.”

Peter blushed but nodded, slipping away to let their family know they could come back.

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andilovetowrite · 3 years

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Tough Love (Part 1)

Peter Parker x Enemy!Reader

Summary: Peter Parker and you have always had a tense relationship, but there was always a line that you wouldn’t pass. What happens when one day you do, and there are horrible repercussions? Will you and Peter make up, or will it be endgame for you?

Warnings: Curse words, shouting, crying, hurtful comments. Quite a lot of angst but sprinkles of fluff as well.

Here is the request it is based on!

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Word Count: 1.5k

“Oh, good morning Y/N!”, Peter said in a sickly sweet voice. Turning around to look at him, you faked a smile, ignoring as your heart fluttered at the sight of the brown-haired boy.

“It was a good morning Peter”, you answered back, picking up some books from your locker as MJ and Ned made their way over to the two of you.

“Hey guys!”Ned exclaimed, leaning over to tell Peter about how they were going to spend the rest of their virgin day, while you caught up with MJ.

“So...nor you or Peter are dead, so a good morning?”, she asked, smirking. You rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath.

“Uh huh, and the day is young. You don’t know what might happen to...say, some certain annoying turds”, you said, glancing at Peter as his jaw clenched.

“Oh please, I could squash you like a bug!”, he said, flexing his arms, smirking at you. You knew Peter was Spiderman...you were the first one to find out actually. Seriously though, you wouldn’t know how many times he left his backpack open for everyone to see. One day, you had just peeked in to….um, put something in his bag, when you saw the Spiderman suit. There could have been two explanations for it. Either he was a cosplayer or he was really Spiderman.

Sadly, when you looked at him the next day and found bruises on his arms and neck...you knew he was indeed Spiderman. But even if he was a mutant-freak superhero, you didn’t mind pissing him off every now and then. And what was he going to do to you anyway? You are an Avenger as well, and everyone knew that you would win in a fight anyday…

“Really Parker? I heard your Aunt threw a banana at you and it hit you in the face. Don’t act as if you can detect whether or not I will push you off a building-”

“I’m Spiderman love”, Peter said, winking obnoxiously at you.

“And I’m Riptide!”

“Sure, and controlling water can help you in the air right?”

“-Fine, I’ll push you in the pool. Spiders can’t swim, can they?”

Peter looked shocked for a second, but then fired back. “Uh huh, and remember. Super reflexes. I heard annoying nerds can’t swim either!”

You laughed, knowing what you were going to say next was going to make him so flustered. “Please! It’ll be the only time you have gotten any girl wet!”

And it had the exact reaction you were hoping for. Peter’s face turned red as he went into a blushing, stuttery mess. You smirked, knowing you had won this round before you turned around, walking away with MJ while you heard Ned laugh in the background.

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“I’m getting sick of it, Ned!”, MJ said, pulling Ned aside.

“What?”, he asked, too busy staring at whatever Gwen was wearing today. MJ sighed, snapping her fingers in front of him.

“Hey! Concentrate”, she said, quickly checking her phone. “We only have a couple minutes. So you and I both know Y/N and Peter are obviously in love with each other right?”

That got his attention. “What- yeah yeah. I even tried to talk to Peter about it, but he shut it down the minute I brought her up”

MJ nodded, her head deep in thought. “Y/N does the same, but she always blushes when they call each other those disgusting nicknames...and not to mention how much time she spends staring at him”

Ned agreed, as a plan started formulating in his mind. “What if...we make them talk to each other, nicely. Say, if they were stuck in a closet together?”

MJ frowned. “What about Peter and Y/N’s powers? They can easily knock down the door?”

“Web?”Ned suggested, pulling open Peter’s locker as he pulled out a small beaker with white liquid in it.

“How much time do we have?”, MJ asked, glancing at the clock.

“I think Peter said about 2 hours”

MJ smiled, looking at the empty classroom at the end of the hallway. “Well then...we are going to finally stop this petty rivalry once and for all…”

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“Hey guys”, MJ said, pulling you and Peter. Confused, you struggled in her grip.

“MJ, where are we going?”, you asked skeptically, not knowing why she would pull you right after class...along with Peter?

“Uh, you’ll see”, she said as we entered Mr Harrison’s classroom, which was pitch black and empty. Seeing the open closet at the end, you suddenly understood what she was gonna do.

“Nuh uh!”, you said, pulling away, as Peter did the same.

“We aren’t going in there”, he said, crossing his arms as MJ sighed.

“I knew it wasn’t gonna be easy, so…”, MJ said, whistling, “I got some help”

All of a sudden, you felt the wind get knocked out of you as a body slammed into your side, pushing you into the closet with Peter. Falling in, you heard the door click shut as you and Peter were shut in darkness.

Standing up, you ran to the door, trying to open it, but it was jammed shut. “What the heck?”, you muttered as Ned laughed from outside.

“It’s Peter’s WEB!”, he yelled as MJ continued.

“You two make up and stop this stupid fight of yours, and in two hours, we will let you out!”

You sighed as Peter tried opening the door, eventually sighing and sitting down. You stared at him, and scoffed. You weren’t gonna get out for the next two hours anyway, and you did want to stop fighting with Peter at some point, so why not now?

“I’m sorry Par-Peter...I guess I have been a bit of a bitch since I met you”, you said, looking at Peter as a smile broke on his face.

“It’s fine. I haven’t been the best either-”

“Understatement”, you muttered, laughing.

“I’m sorry...seriously.” You and Peter smiled at each other, and for the first time, you could feel some type of friendship forming. But as your luck would have it, something had to go wrong…

“Yeah, I did quite a lot of dumb things. Thank god we ended that!”Peter said, making you confused.

“Wait, what did you do?”

“Uh, nothing”, he said, eyes widening as you stepped closer.

“Paker”, you said threateningly.

“Um, so one time, I may have told Mr Stark to leave you out on the mission because you went to a party the night before-”

“What the fuck?”, you asked, starting to get mad, “when was it?”

“Uh, a-about 2 weeks ago”, he said weakly.

“PETER! THAT WAS THE MISSION WHERE DAD SAID HE SAW MY MOM!”, you yelled, thinking that your father knew that was going to happen, so he left you behind. But in reality, you could’ve met her! You could have met your mother!

“I’m sorry-”

“WE KEPT THE RIVALRY TO THE SCHOOL PARKER! NOT TO FAMILY”, you shouted, anger bubbling through you. Expecting Peter to apologize, you were shocked when he chuckled humorlessly.

“Oh please! Since when do you care about that-”

“Oh no”, MJ muttered, staring at Ned as you and Peter began arguing.

“No, you shut up! Why the heck can’t you just stay out of my face!”, you yelled at Peter from inside the closet.

“OH! Well maybe because you insist on coming into everyone’s life! Can’t you just mind your damn business?!”Peter yelled back, a small twinge of guilt eating it’s way into his mind when he saw you take a step back.

“What the hell is your problem?”, you shouted, pushing him.

“You are my damn problem! You are the most insufferable person on this planet!”

“Don’t you dare say that! I was the reason you ever got this job Parker. No one even cares about you!”

“Mr Stark-”

“He doesn’t care either. WHy do you think my dad would even be on Youtube!? And just by chance come across a stupid video of you?!”

“Th-that’s not true, he wouldn’t lie-”

You laughed cruelly, poking your finger into his chest. “I was the one who showed him the video Parker, and you know what? I shouldn’t have! Everybody’s life would be a 100 times better if you never existed!”

As soon as you said that, you closed your mouth, shocked at what you said. You didn’t mean it. Of course you didn’t. But Peter definitely thought so, as his eyes filled up with tears.

“Pete-”

“No. I think you made your point pretty clear”, he mumbled, pushing away the droplets of water with the back of his palm. He moved towards the door, a broken sob exiting from his throat as he pulled the door open with all his strength, unhinging it.

“Peter-”, MJ started, but he just nudged past her, running out of the school. MJ and Ned turned to look at you as you stood there, eyes bloodshot and staring after Peter.

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This was so fun to write! Thank you to the anon who requested this. There is a part 2 which will be out in a while, so I hope this is a good cliffhanger. Thanks for reading this, and if you liked it, you can reblog it, so more people can see it! See you next time :)

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peterspideyy · 3 years

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what for? | part two

part one

summary- you call your boyfriend, peter. but, it isn’t a happy one. and he’ll remember it for the rest of his life.

warnings- angst, swearing

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it’s been a month, three days, five hours and two minutes since you left.

peter still remembers that phone call vividly. it’s like, it’s been surgically planted into his mind for all eternity. everything reminds him off that call. and he despises it.

there’s been a funeral.

it was nice. peaceful.

peter knows you would of hated it though- everyone was too upset and dressed in all black. he’s knows you would of wanted people smiling or wearing colourful clothes. but, you weren’t there to tell him that’s what you wanted. peter was the only one not crying at your funeral. your whole family, even the avengers were sobbing.

except him.

he didn’t have any tears left.

he was empty.

“what for, love?”

the sound on the other end went silent, as peter waited for you to answer his question.

“darling? what’s wrong? you can tell me anything you know.” he ushered, feeling a slight panic rise in his body at how quiet it was on the phone.

it was too quiet.

“y/n?” another voice was heard suddenly, and he immediately recognised it as tony’s.

“mr stark?” peter shouted, in hopes tony could hear him. luckily, he did.

“pete?”

“yeah it’s me, where’s y/n?” peter questioned, genuine worry in his voice.

“i-“ tony couldn’t speak. what could he say? he was heartbroken, at the sight of you- dead.

“tony.” peter warned, making the man start to cry over your body.

“tony! where the hell is y/n?” he was shouting now, and tony could imagine him pacing around, hands pulling at his hair.

“peter...i’m so sorry.” tony mumbled, voice croaking with silent sobs.

“can you just tell me what’s going on?!” he screamed, as his hands started to shake.

“she’s gone.”

may has tried to get him to eat. he doesn’t want to. he doesn’t know the last time he ate alone. it sounds stupid- to not wanting to eat on your own. but, he always ate with you. and now you weren’t here anymore.

he’s not going to school, either. his teachers keep on sending him work, but he just see’s you. smiling and laughing. it doesn’t help that you were in all of his lessons. and how he remembers on friday afternoons, when you were both drained from the week you just had, how you would sit in the back of the class, hands intertwined, as you both whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears. he loved those days.

but, you weren’t here to have those days again.

if he knew you were dying on that phone call, he would of said how much he loved you. how much he appreciated you. but, while you were trying to stay alive, he was too busy trying to set up a stupid date night.

he just wishes you told him.

he wishes for a lot of things. but, not everyone can get what they want.

a knock on the door inturrupted peter’s thoughts, as he looked up to see may entering with a sympathetic smile on her face. “there’s someone here to see you.”

he doesn’t know why, but a little bit of hope fluttered in peter’s stomach. he’s heard about how people fake their death on missions, and he prays that’s what happened with you. but, when tony stark walked in, his face dropped.

he was stupid to even think that you were alive.

“hey, kid.”

“i’m so sorry, kid, she’s gone.” tony whispered, tears falling down his cheek at the sound of peter’s broken cries on the phone.

“hi.”

tony looked around his room, taking in how much of a mess it was. he also noticed, how all of y/n’s belongings were spaced out on his bed. and then, tony took in peter. he had deep purple bags under his eyes. tears stained his cheek, as his bloodshot eyes starred at a random point in the wall. anthony coughed slightly, before sitting next to peter on the bed.

“how are you?”

peter shrugged.

“listen i know it’s hard, i’ve lost a person i love too i-“

“no.” peter cut off.

“yes, you loved...” peter stopped. he hasn’t said y/n’s name since that phone call. “her but it wasn’t in the same why like i did. so please, don’t say that you get me, because you don’t.”

tony had expected peter to snap back at him, for whatever he was going to say. so he wasn’t shocked.

“i am truely sorry, peter. i now how much you cared for her.”

peter looked down at his hands. “yeah.”

a minute of silence passed, before tony remembered why he came. “listen, i was going through old files this week, and i found this.”

he extended out a small blue usb, causing peter to take it out of his grasp.

“i watched the first couple of seconds, just to check what it actually was, but i think you would want to watch it.”

“what is it?”

“it’s from y/n.”

peter’s eyes went wide, tears forming in his eyes, as he turned to face tony. “what?”

tony titled his head to the side, smiling slightly, before patting his shoulder. “i’ll leave you alone, kid. i’m always here for you.”

“thank you, mr stark.” peter smiled back, but it never reached his eyes as tony nodded his head before leaving his room, and closing the door behind him.

as soon as the door clicked closed, peter shot up to his laptop, putting the usb into the side of the device. a folder popped up on his screen called ‘peter parker.’

he breathed out, double clicking on the blue folder before it opened to reveal one video. clicking on the video, an image of you popped up, making his breath hitch. it was just you, starring into the camera in mid talk, but it made peter’s heart melt.

he wiped away some tears that were falling, before clicking play.

“hi- oh shit-“ the camera fell of your desk, as you yelled making peter chuckle. you were always so clumsy. after picking up the camera, changing the angle slightly, you dropped your hands to your side, smiling widely.

“hi! sorry about that.” you laughed, looking down which is what you did when you were nervous. peter smiled softly, at your little gesture.

“so, i don’t know why i’m doing this. but, if your watching this peter, then i’ve passed. i hope your okay. i’m sorry that i left you this early. i don’t know, joining the avengers has put a higher risk of me getting more hurt. i know you have had your disagreements on me joining.”

peter remembers that argument. he was so worried about you. he wouldn’t want you to get hurt. or worse.

“but, i’m glad we’ve gone past that. but, just incase of an untimely death, i’ve made this little video in private. even though, darling, your asleep next door, so hopefully i haven’t woke you up by my screaming before.”

you giggled on the screen.

so did peter in his empty room.

“erm...when i first met you, on that cold, december day in high school, i knew you were my soulmate. even though, you were very nervous and kept on stuttering over every single word, i knew you would be the love of my life. the one thing i didn’t expect you to be, was to be my bestfriend. and i appreciate you so much for that.”

you breathed out, tears forming in your eyes as you looked deeply into the camera, making peter cover his hand over his mouth to stifle his sobs.

“i- you helped me with everything. i never had a good relationship with anyone. until you. this sounds so cliche, but you made me the person i am today. and no words could describe how grateful i am for that.”

you breathed in, catching your breath before speaking again.

“if i do pass, i want you to move on, alright? i don’t want to see you crying everyday. you deserve to experience love, pete. i hope i do get to spend the rest of my life with you, but stuff happens. you deserve to find someone who loves you as much as i do.”

tears were falling down both of your cheeks now, and peter had to stop himself from bringing his hand up to the screen and wipe them away softly.

but, he had to remind himself that it wasn’t real.

you weren’t in-front of him.

“sorry. i shouldn’t be crying,” you laughed, wiping away your tears, making peter pout, “i just...i’m so overwhelmed with how much i love you. your probably going to be really confused when you wake up to see my sobbing.”

you laughed, before stopping at another voice in the background.

it was his.

“y/n?”

peter remembers waking up on that day, panic filling him at the empty sheets next to him.

if only he knew what you were doing.

“oh shit, you’re awake.” you whispered chuckling slightly, as you leaned in to switch the camera off before freezing.

“thank you, peter benjamin parker. for everything.”

with one last smile, the video ended.

and peter’s sobs started.

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dontcare77ghj · 4 years

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Five

Four times Peter didn't ask for a hug, and one time he did.

Tony x reader x Steve x Bucky

Peter Parker was quite possibly the sweetest kid in the world. When you'd first met him at thirteen, you thought he couldn't get any more. He'd come into the Tower with wide eyes, refusing to use anyone's first name, as he ran around Tony's lab.

He didn't grow out of the first name thing until after May had passed, and the four of you had adopted him.

But he was still the sweetest kid in the world. And bubbliest, smartest, cutest, whatever cute verb you could think of, could be related directly towards him.

It was probably because of how sweet the kid was no-one could help wanting to hug him.

"Hi Miss Black Widow, I mean, hi Miss Romanoff." Peter stammered as he and Tony entered the living room.

"Peter, I thought I told you it's just Y/N." You smiled at him. "Are you having fun with Tony, Pete? He's not distracting you too much, is he?"

"Excuse you! I am the least distracting person ever! Aren't I spider kid?" Tony asked, throwing the teen a drink. "You want food, spider kid? I know what your metabolism is like."

"I'm fine, Mr. Stark," Peter said, standing in the kitchen doorway. Tony narrowed his eyes at the teen and grinned when Peter's stomach growled.

"Sure, you are. Take a seat. I'll put on a pizza." Tony ordered him.

"Come on, Pete. You can sit next to me." You said, patting the couch beside you. "I was about to put on a movie."

"What are you putting on?" Peter asked as he gingerly sat next to you.

"Corpse Bride." You smiled. "It's my favorite."

"It's her comfort movie," Tony called from the kitchen.

"Now who's spreading lies?" You asked, throwing a pillow in his direction.

"It's okay to have a comfort movie. Mine's the Lego Movie." Peter told you.

"I don't think I've ever seen that one." You admitted, causing the teen to gasp.

"We have to watch it after the Corpse Bride," Peter said firmly. "You can't go through life without watching it."

"Okay. I can agree to that. Are you going to join us, Tony?" You called, leaning your head back on the couch.

"I'm coming. I'm coming." He said, entering the room. "Do you want this back?" He teased, holding up the pillow you'd thrown.

"Give it." You demanded, making grabby hands.

"Alright, alright, bunch up, you two," Tony said, coming over and jumping onto the couch.

"Bloody hell, Tony." You groaned, shifting closer to Peter.

Remains of the Dead had just finished when a loud alarm jolted you back to reality.

"That's me," Tony said, grabbing his phone as he stood. "Pizza's ready. I'll bring it in." He added, pressing a kiss to your cheek before exiting the living room.

"Are you okay, Miss, uh, Y/N?" Peter asked you.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry, I'm not better company today." You apologized, rubbing your eyes as you shifted on the couch.

"It's okay, Y/N. I'm enjoying today, honest." Peter promised, shifting closer. "Corpse Bride is a classic."

"It really is." You smiled, resting your head against the back of the couch.

"How come this is your comfort movie?" Peter asked.

"When I babysit Clint's kids, we always make forts and watch movies. One day I wasn't doing so well mentally, so Lila dragged me downstairs, and we watched Corpse Bride and Coraline all day." You told him with a small smile. "It's a comfort. It makes me not feel so alone."

"You know you're not alone, right, Y/N?" Peter questioned you after a second. "Sometimes, it seems like you're alone, and it feels like it, but you're not alone. And I've been told I'm a pretty decent listener you can always talk to me."

"You're too sweet for your own good, you know?" You commented, kissing his temple as you pulled him into a hug. "Thank you, Pete." You said, releasing him from the hug.

"Okay, so somehow both the pizzas burnt. What do you say we order in?" Tony asked as he rushed back into the living room.

Non-reader POV

Though Peter preferred working in the lab with Tony, once a week, Peter trained with one of the Avengers. Just because he was an enhanced spiderling didn't mean he didn't need combat training.

It was usually Steve or Bucky who trained with Peter. Thor would when he was on world because the three were the only ones who could handle getting hit by the spiderling.

Today Steve was working with Peter.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." Peter hurried as he ran into the training room. "I got held up on patrol. A cat got trapped in a gutter, and when I tried to get it out, I realized it had kittens too. And then I had to find a box so I could take them to a shelter-"

"Pete, kid, it's okay. It sounds like you've had quite a day." Steve smiled. "Isn't that your third trapped cat this week?" Steve asked as Peter dropped his bag in the corner.

"Yeah, the poor guys keep getting stuck." Peter chuckled. "Alright, I'm ready. What are we doing today?"

"Offense," Steve told him. "Your defense is getting much better, but you still need to work on your offense. We'll do a couple of laps to warm up, though."

A couple of laps didn't actually mean two or three with Steve. A couple of laps usually meant twenty to thirty.

"On your left!" Peter exclaimed, passing Steve on his twelfth lap.

"First, that was my right. Second, you're never allowed to talk to Sam again." Steve groaned as Peter laughed giddily.

"Mr. Wilson said you'd get it. He also said it's payback." Peter informed him as he zoomed past.

"Alright, that's enough warming up," Steve said after the twenty-second lap. "Come on. We got to work on your offense now."

"I thought my offense was good. That's what you said last time." Peter recalled.

"I said it was good, but we all saw you get thrown through a building last week. That means extra training." Steve informed him.

"Okay fine." Peter sighed.

"You're pulling your punches," Steve announced after several minutes. "I thought we agreed you don't pull your punches with me?" Steve asked the teen who flushed and refused to meet his eyes.

"I know," Peter mumbled, shuffling his feet awkwardly.

"Okay. Water break time." Steve announced, leading Peter over to a bench. "Pete, what's going on? You haven't pulled your punches with me for months."

"I'm just trying to watch my strength," Peter mumbled. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Peter, I've already told you I can take it. You're not going to hurt me." Steve promised the boy, taking a seat beside him. "But you can't pull your punches in training. You can't do it on the field, and you can't do it here."

"I could hurt you, though. I don't want to hurt anyone." Peter told him.

"I know, Pete. I know you don't want to hurt anyone. I trust you, Peter. You're not going to hurt me." Steve assured him. "Do you want to try that again?"

"Yeah." Peter nodded after a minute. "Yeah, let's do it again." He said, jumping to a stand.

"Alright, let's do it, kid," Steve said, standing and pulling Peter into a quick hug. "I'm proud of you, Pete."

Tony was in bed with all three of his partners when he got the call. He'd quickly moved to pick up his phone before it could wake his partners.

"Hello?" He asked after he left the bedroom. "Tony Stark speaking."

"Mr. Stark. I'm Veronica Montgomery." Veronica greeted. "I work for Queens Hospital Center. May Parker was admitted three hours ago after her nephew called 911. Unfortunately, May Parker passed away around an hour ago. Her nephew is in the waiting room, and you are listed as Mr. Parker's second emergency contact."

"I'll be right there," Tony said without hesitation. "Don't let Peter leave. He'll be coming home with me." Tony told Veronica as he rushed to the elevator.

Tony hung up soon after that and rushed into the closest car he could.

"JARVIS, if Y/N, Steve, or Buck, wakes up, inform them what's happened," Tony said as he was halfway to the hospital.

"Of course, sir." JARVIS agreed.

Tony sped as quickly as he could to the hospital and barely remembered to turn off or lock the car when he arrived.

"Peter!" Tony shouted as he raced into the waiting room. Peter sat slumped in a plastic chair, eyes blankly trained on the floor, and didn't react at his name.

Tony rushed forward until he was standing right before the teen who still did not react.

"Pete?" Tony softly asked as he kneeled in front of him. "Come on, kid. Talk to me."

"Tony?" Peter whimpered, finally looking up at Tony.

"Yeah, it's me, kiddo." Tony nodded. Tony watched as Peter's face began to crumble, and then he had his arms full of a sobbing spider kid. "It's okay, Pete. You're going to be okay."

Peter didn't respond, merely clung tighter onto Tony as he continued to sob loudly.

"Come on, Pete. You're going to stay at the Tower tonight." Tony said after Peter had quieted. Peter numbly nodded as Tony helped him stand.

Tony led the teen back to the car, where Peter curled into a ball. Peter didn't say anything the entire drive back to the Tower. Tony had to look over multiple times, checking if the teenager was asleep only to see him wide awake and blankly staring out the window.

Tony helped Peter out of the car when they arrived back at the Tower, and half carried him into the elevator.

Every Avenger had a floor they occupied at the Tower, except Peter. Peter had a room on Tony, Steve, Y/N, and Bucky's level.

Upon entering his bedroom, Peter stumbled forward and landed first face on his bed. The exhausted teenager was asleep in seconds. After covering him with a blanket, Tony moved back into his room to see his partners sitting up awake.

"How is he?" Y/N asked him.

"Asleep." Tony sighed, collapsing back in bed.

"Did he tell you what happened?" Bucky asked him, drawing circles on Tony's neck.

"No." Tony shook his head. "The poor kid started crying once he saw me and didn't say anything after that."

"Jesus. Poor Pete." Steve murmured.

"I want to adopt him." Tony blurted out. "He doesn't have any other family, they'll put him in the system, I can't let that happen. He's just a kid."

"I'll support you, Tony." Y/N told him.

"We all will," Steve said as Bucky nodded in agreeance.

"He won't be alone."

Peter was rarely asked to go on Avenger missions. Spiderman was the friendly neighborhood kind of man. He kept mostly to the ground.

This made all four of his adoptive parents, and adoptive aunts and uncles, very happy that he was safer than they were.

But when the fifteen-year-old was asked to join his family on a mission, he rarely said no.

In this case, though, he didn't exactly need to be asked.

"You're supposed to be at school, Pete," Tony said as Peter swung onto the scene.

"Little hard to focus on Algebra when the city's being invaded," Peter commented, webbing a creature in the face. "What are these guys?"

"I'm not sure, but considering how much Thor's enjoying himself, I'm assuming they're Asgardian," Bucky grunted.

"Enjoyment doesn't equal knowledge." Y/N reminded the soldier.

"Hey, Thor, you know these guys?" Bucky shouted at the God who was boisterously attacking the creatures.

"Of course!" Thor boomed back. "Loki and I would play with them as children! Why I skinned my first at seven!"

"Okay, disturbing facts aside, how do we defeat these guys?" Natasha asked.

"Find the Queen!" Thor informed the team. "Once she dies, the whole colony follows!"

"How can you tell who's the Queen?" Steve asked, slamming his shield into the chest of a creature.

"She's the biggest and the deadliest!" Thor cheered.

"Joy." Y/N groaned.

With Thor's advice, the team began taking out as many of the creatures as they could.

"Dad!" Peter shouted, rushing to Bucky's aid as several of the vile creatures surrounded his injured father.

Peter quickly webbed the monsters into a ball, and webbing that ball to a wall.

Peter dropped to his knees beside his father and pressed his hand onto Bucky's bleeding shoulder.

"We have to move. You can't stay here." Peter said, pulling the man to his feet.

"I'm fine, kid." Bucky groaned as Peter dragged him through the street and into an abandoned building.

"You're bleeding," Peter argued, pushing Bucky's hand onto his wound. "Hold that." He ordered.

"What happened to respecting your parents?" Bucky joked.

"You'll get your respect when you're not bleeding," Peter told him, grabbing scraps of cloth.

"You're not going to be able to fix it," Bucky told Peter, taking the fabric and holding it to his wound. "I'll have to get Bruce to look at it later. Go on, kid, I'll be okay."

"I'm not leaving you. What if those things come in here?" Peter argued. Just as the words left Peter's mouth, the door burst open, and several monsters rushed into the room.

"You had to jinx it, didn't you?" Bucky sighed, grabbing his gun with his metal hand.

In tandem, Peter and Bucky disposed of the creatures.

"Duck, Pete!" Bucky ordered, raising his gun. Peter did as he was asked and ducked low. Bucky quickly shot the creature that was behind Peter, and suddenly the remaining monsters turned into rubble.

"I think you might have got the Queen," Peter said, rising to his feet. Bucky laughed slightly before pulling Peter into his arms.

"You're okay, right? They didn't get you?" Bucky asked, pulling Peter's mask off.

"I'm fine, dad." Peter nodded. "I promise."

"Good." Bucky sighed, embracing his kid again. "What do you say we find your mom and other dads?"

"Sounds good."

Reader POV

Peter hadn't been acting like himself for the past several days. His regular bright and sunny disposition had turned moody. He hadn't gone out on patrol in days, an activity he was usually all too eager to do, had seemingly dreaded going to school, and had shut himself off from his friends and family.

"Are you sure we can't just ask him what's wrong?" Tony asked aloud. "Why aren't we allowed to ask him?"

"Because he's a teenager, Tony." Steve sighed. "All the books say he'll shut us out even more than now if we do that."

"Fuck your parenting books," Tony grumbled. "I bet half the people who wrote them have never had a child."

"We need to give him space." Steve reasoned with Tony.

"We've given him space." Bucky cut in. "This is different to when May died. He's different." He added as the elevator dinged. The four of you went quiet as Peter trudged in.

"Hey, kiddo." You greeted him with a bright smile. "How was school?" You asked him.

"Fine," Peter mumbled. "I've got homework." He said before he shuffled into his room.

"Tony's right." You began as you stood. "Fuck the books." You said before marching down the hall. "I'm coming in, Pete." You loudly told the teen and opened his door.

Peter was not sitting at his desk when you entered but was instead huddled in a ball underneath his quilt.

"I don't remember ever getting homework like this." You commented, strolling in and taking a seat on his bed.

"You didn't go to a normal school. You went to an assassin school." Peter mumbled.

"Well, you're not wrong." You said, chuckling a little. "What's going on, Pete?" You asked, laying a hand on his back. "I need you to talk to me."

"Nothing's going on. I'm just tired." Peter denied, popping his head out of the covers.

"Don't think that bullshit will work on me." You shook your head. "Assassin school, remember? Reading body language is a class." You told him. "Peter, we're scared. We don't know what's going on with you."

"Nothing's wrong." Peter denied again, though this time, his voice cracked.

"Pete, please." You begged.

"You're not alone, Pete," Bucky announced from the doorway. "We're all here for you." He added as he, Steve, and Tony entered the room.

"Always have been, always will be, underoos," Tony added, sitting at the end of the bed.

"Promise." Steve nodded, sitting next to you.

Peter looked between each of you before he broke. Peter sat up in the bed and pushed himself into the corner as he started sobbing.

"Pete." Steve started, reaching his hand forward only to pull back when Peter flinched.

"Peter, you have to tell us what's wrong." You said, clasping Steve's hand tightly.

"Please, Peter." Bucky pressed. The four of you sat in anticipation, waiting for Peter to calm himself so he could explain what was happening.

"We have a new social studies teacher," Peter whispered, avoiding eye contact. "Mr. Westcott. He asked me to stay behind after class last week. He wanted to talk about my work, and then he started touching my shoulders. I didn't think anything of it until the next day."

"What happened the next day, bud?" Tony quietly asked him.

"He made me touch him," Peter whispered. "I didn't want to. I didn't. But he said if I didn’t do it, if I told, he'd make someone else do it. He threatened Ned." Peter told you all.

"Peter, what else did he do?" Steve asked.

"I wanted him to stop." Was all Peter said.

"Y/N, get your gun. I'll grab mine." Bucky said, pushing off the wall.

"Wait, both of you stop," Steve said, grabbing your hand as you stood. "You can't kill him."

"Why not Steve?" Bucky growled, folding his arms.

"He hurt our kid." You snapped, pulling yourself free.

"Don't kill him," Peter begged. "Please, mom, dad, don't kill because of me."

"He's not getting off scot-free." You sighed, sitting back down.

"Not in the slightest." Tony agreed. "I'm thinking of the SHIELD prison."

"Why can't we just throw him in a pit, and throw away the pit?" Bucky muttered.

"Peter, what do you need, kid?" Steve asked, looking at Peter's small form.

“Whatever you need, you can have it.” Tony agreed. “A therapist, a new car, a trip to Legoland with Ted?”

“I’d really like a hug.” Peter admitted, his voice breaking.

“Come here, Pete.” You said softly as you opened your arms to him.

Peter leaped forward and buried his face into your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him tightly and rested your head on his. Peter let out a content sigh as Steve, Bucky, and Tony also joined the hug.

“I’m sorry.” Peter whispered.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” Steve told him, running his fingers through Peter’s curls.

“Nothing at all.” You agreed.

“We’re going to fix this. We’re going to help you.” Bucky promised.

“We promise, kiddo.” Tony added.

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marvelsbetch · 3 years

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Peter Parker’s over protective boyfriend

In this fic Peter's 20 and Wade's 22.

-Peter's POV-

I was out on patrol when it happened. There was a robbery at a nearby jewellery store and so I decided to check it out. Little did I know that the men robbing the store had knives and were skilled. While fighting one of the men another came out of no where and stabbed me in the side. Not fun. Quickly, I knocked them both out and webbed them for the police to find. Swinging home was a pain, literally. Every time I moved my right arm my side felt like it was being ripped open. Soon, I made it home to mine and my boyfriend's apartment hoping he wasn't in. If he wasn't then that meant I could clean my wounds and start to heal with very little interruption. If he was in that meant he was going to fuss over me for hours and make cleaning and dressing the wound near impossible. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my boyfriend. But, he can be over protective sometimes about me and care a little too much about my injuries.

"Hey Pete you o-" Wade started to great me as I entered the window but stopped when he saw my side. Shoot. "What happened?!" He yelled.

"Wade, I know this looks bad but I'm fine. Just a simple stab wound that will go away in a few days. I promise I'm fine." I tried to reason with him as I made my way to the bathroom with him following.

"Fine? Fine?!" He yelled again. "Last time I checked fine wasn't bleeding all over the bathroom!"

"Wade, it's okay. I'll be back to normal in a few days. A week at most. Stop freaking out." I told him placing my slightly bloody hand on his shoulder and giving a reassuring smile.

"No. No. No. No. I refuse to listen to it. It was the same last week and the week before. You can't keep going out there and putting your self at risk like this." Wade told me making my blood boil.

"You can't tell me what I can and can't do. I can do what I want." I told him angrily.

"I'm simply looking out for you. You look out for the little guy and I'll look out for you. I'm not doing my job as a loving boyfriend if I let you continue to go out there and end up like this." He told me getting noticeably angrier.

"Your Job?! Well I'm sorry I didn't realise I was such hard work!" I yelled at him.

"I didn't mean it like that. I meant that as a boyfriend I should be looking out for you. I made a promise to your Aunt that I would keep you safe and I'm trying to keep that promise." He told me making me turn around to look in the mirror and address my wounds once again.

"I don't need you to look out for me. I'm a ground man, I can do that myself." I snapped at him.

"Fine. Sorry for caring." He sighed leaving the room shutting the door behind him.

A few seconds later I heard the front door open and close. What have I done?

Once my wounds were cleaned and dressed properly I changed into comfortable clothing and walked into the living room expecting to see Wade lay on the sofa and saying that leaving the apartment was just a joke. All I saw was an empty room. He was no where in the apartment or the roof, I checked multiple times.

Did he just break up with me? What have I done?

-1 week later-

"Come on Underoos, you gotta get up eventually." Tony reasoned stood in the doorway of my bedroom.

After Wade left I rarely left my bed. The apartment didn't feel right without Wade's constant comments. Nothing felt right with out him, everything was so empty. The living room seemed cold without him lay on the sofa watching tv and talking about the stupid she he was watching. The bathroom was filled with memories of when he left. The kitchen wasn't a mess because of the latest food concoction that he created. Don't even get me started on the bedroom. No warm body to snuggle at night. No grinning stupid face to wake up to. No one making comments as I change. No one to make comments to as they change. No one. No one to laugh with. No one to cry with. Just no one.

"No. He left because I was a dick. He left because of me. I'm not good enough. If I'm not good enough then why would I get up? To ruin someone else's life? Inconvenience someone else?" I asked pulling the quilt over my head.

"Fine, I'll be in the living room and I'm not leaving until you get up, eat and get a shower. I care about you Kid." He sighed before leaving the room.

After a few minutes I thought about what he said. I'm sure he has something more important to do. May as well just do what he says and get him out of the apartment.

Slowly I got out of bed and walked into the living. What I saw was the best thing. Wade was sat on the sofa with Tony nibbling on his own finger nails. A habit he does when he's nervous.

"Wade?" I asked hopefully.

"Oh baby!" He cried running towards me and pulling me into a big hug.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you, I regret it so much." I sobbed into his shoulder relishing in the feeling of his arms around me.

"So, you moving back in?" Tiny asked.

"If it's okay with Peter." Wade sighed still not letting go of me.

"I'm more than happy to let you back in." I told him smiling at the thought of the apartment feeling right again.

"Thank god. I got tired of you mopping around the penthouse." Tony said with relief.

"What?" I asked confused.

"When he walked out of the apartment he came to the penthouse crying. He explained the whole argument to us and asked if he could stay with us. We thought it was gonna be a day and you'd get over it but a week later he never left the bedroom. He staying in the room I had done for you for when you stayed with us. He'd sleep in your shirts and cuddle another while he slept. He was rough. Then I came over here and found you in the same position so I dragged him here to make up with you. So kiss and make up and I can leave." Tony told us.

"If you insist." Wade joked pulling away slightly to connect our lips.

We kissed for a few minutes faintly hearing the apartment door open and close indicating Tony's departure. Soon the kiss become more heated and we found ourselves in the bedroom.

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Bleeding Hearts

Summary: Being Tony Starks daughter has its pros and cons. One of the pros being you get to live with your best friends, the Avengers. One of the cons you will soon find out is having to deal with the one and only, James Buchanan Barnes...

Takes place during the imaginary time after Civil War where everyone love in the tower and goes through to Endgame.

TRIGGER WARNING: victim blaming (though he doesn’t mean it) and mention of attempted r*pe and past attempted s*icide

Beep

Ugh. What is that sound? It’s disturbing your sleep.

Slowly, you open your tired eyes to find yourself in a dull grey room. Your heartbeat starts to pick up when you realize this isn’t your room.

Where are you?

The sound of the beeping quickens as your eyes race around the room, trying to figure out where you are. Dull grey walls, uncomfortable bed, heart rate monitor, IV bag… you must be in a hospital.

Shit, what happened?

You can’t help but notice that the IV is connected to a needle in your vain. Your heart rate continues to rise. Fuck, you hate needles! You move your hand to pull it out, only to be stopped by a large hand gently grabbing yours.

“Woah, woah, woah. You're ok, just take it easy.” A cold hand presses your shoulder gently to get you to lay back down.

“Bucky?” You recognize the voice immediately. Why are you in a hospital and what is Bucky doing here? Just as the questions enter your mind, fuzzy memories of the night start to drift back.

Arthur, the car, Bucky, the ambulance.

Oh shit, what did you get yourself into.

“You’re in the hospital.” Bucky starts. “You, Uh, had a ruff night.” Seeing that you’ve calmed down, Bucky carefully takes his hands away.

You don’t say it, but deep down you don’t want him to take his hands away.

“I know, I remember… well, kind of.”

“That’s good. You must not have gotten too high a dose.”

“I’m so fucking stupid.” You groan to yourself.

“You got that fucking right.” Bucky agrees.

Wait… what? Wasn’t he being nice to you last night?

“Excuse me?” You question, unsure you heard him correctly.

Bucky takes a step back from you, starting to pace. “I mean, what were you thinking?! Leaving the compound unsupervised!”

“I took a few steps outside! I didn’t think it would be a big deal!” You defend. It was one thing if you were upset at yourself about what happened, but Bucky has no right to be.

“Well it was! You’re fucking lucky that it was just some scumbag actor that took you and and not a group like Hydra! Also, seriously? Hasn’t your father ever told you to not take your eyes off your drink?!” Bucky continues to rant. “Or maybe you thought it’d be fun to be rebellious and try whatever drug he offered you?”

Your mouth hangs open in shock. How dare he! How dare he have the audacity to suggest that you were stupid enough to just take drugs from a stranger!

Bucky opens his mouth to yell again but you interrupt him. You’re tired of taking his shit and letting him do all the talking.

“Fuck you!” You shout. “How dare you suggest that I would be stupid enough to take drugs from a stranger! And don’t get on to me about watching my drink. I assumed that I wouldn’t get drugged in my own house while surrounded by Avengers!” As you rant you decide that it was time to put it out all in the air. To let him know how wrong he is about everything. “Also, what’s your fucking problem with me? You say I'm too happy and nice, well so is Steve and I don’t see you screaming at him? And by the way, I’m not this happy-go-lucky person all the time! New flash Barnes, everybody has shit they deal with, some are just better at hiding it than others!” Your fists are clenched and your chest is heaving as you continue to yell. “You wanna know why I have daddy issues? Cause I tried to fucking kill myself a few years ago! And my dad, instead of letting me recover and go to therapy in the medical wing of the tower, he sent me off, knowing how terrified I was of doctors and hospitals. And to top it all off, he didn’t even visit, make a phone call or even write me a fucking letter! Not to mention that he hates that I do art and has never once said he is proud of me! I mean, he likes that fucking spider kid more than me!”

“Y/n I’m sorr-“ Bucky starts.

“I’m not done.” You cut him off. “I’m sorry about what Hydra did to you, I really am. But everyone has their own shit. The rest of us just chooses not to take it out on other people.” You sigh, finally done.

Bucky stares at you silently, unsure of what to say. You had just dropped a bomb on him and he was thoroughly unprepared.

“Get out.” You tell him quietly, too worn out to yell anymore.

Bucky doesn't put up a fight, simply nodding. He walks slowly to the door, hesitating before leaving. “I’ll tell Tony you’re awake…. I’m sorry y/n.”

As soon as Bucky closes the door, you let out a sigh as you fall back against the bed, already wanting this day to be done.

You're sitting up, sipping on the small juice box the nurse had left by your bed while flipping through the channels on the hospital TV.

The door to your room creaks open, Tony coming from behind it.

“How ya holding up kid?”

You shrug, setting the juice down and muting the TV. “Fine I guess… the juice here is good.”

Tony walks further into the room. “That’s good.” He takes a seat at the end of the bed.

A few moments pass, neither of you knowing what to say. The tension in the room is thick and one of you would have to be the first to cut it.

“Dad.” You finally speak. “We need to talk.”

Tony sighs, an awkward half smile making its way to his face. “Why do I get the feeling that you're not referring to last night?”

“Why-�� your voice cracks, your emotions weighing heavy on you. “Why did you send me away?” You start to tear up. “Why didn’t you call or visit?”

Tony clears his throat, clearly feeling the same emotions bubbling up as you. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

This pisses you off. “You could have had me stay in the hospital wing of the tower! You could have been there for me instead of sending me off like some kind of unwanted burden!” Tears start to leak out of your eyes. “Just like my mom did.” You mumble, voice barely above a whisper.

You had never met your mom, didn’t know anything other than that she was one of Tony’s one night stands. She never cared about you, didn’t even care enough to name you. She simply left you in a basket in the lobby of Stark industries with a note claiming you were his daughter.

Tony moves right beside you, taking your hands in both of his. “You can’t possibly think that.” His voice is strained and you can tell he’s only moments away from crying.

“What was I supposed to think!” You cry.

Tony’s lip quivers as he speaks, two heavy tears falling down his cheeks. “I made a mistake.” He admits. “I thought you would do better being around people you could relate to. That’s why I sent you off.”

“And the reason you didn’t call or visit?” Your shaking hand wipes tears from your eyes.

“When- When you found out I was sending you to a facility upstate you told me you hated me. That you never wanted to see or hear from me again.” Tony pauses. “I thought I was doing what you wanted.”

Then it hits you, it was all your fault. If you had never said those terrible things to your father he may have come to see you.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper. “It’s all my fault.”

“No, hey, don’t do that.” Tony pulls you close, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you hug. “It was my mistake, I shouldn’t have listened to you. It’s my fault.”

“Dad, you think everything’s your fault.”

“So do you.”

You both laugh lightly. Like father, like daughter.

Tony pulls away from the hug, just enough that you can look him in the eyes. “I just need to know… why’d you do it kid?”

You sigh, frowning. “It’s not anything in particular… it’s just, in the moment, you feel so sad and worthless that you think the only way you can escape the pain is to- is to end it.”

“I’m so sorry you ever felt like that.” Tony apologizes. “I should have known.”

You shake your head. “You can’t fault yourself for that. I hid it well, you couldn’t have known.”

“Still, I just-“

“Let’s not not ruin the moment with ‘ifs and buts’, ok? We’ve finally got it out in the open and now we can move on, right?” You suggest.

Well you worked out most of your problems. He has still never told you that he’s proud of you, but that’s an issue for a later date.

Tony nods, wiping the tears from his eyes. “You’re right, and besides, you have a visitor coming soon.”

You look at him in confusion. Who did he tell?

Before you can even ask, the sound of pounding feet coming running down the hall and into your room.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

Peter Parker. And he’s brought flowers.

“You told him?” You angrily whisper to your dad.

“He was worried about you when he didn’t see you at the tower.” He whispers back.

“You could’ve-“ you start to speak but cut yourself of as Peter makes his way over to you.

“Hey Peter.” You sigh. Your feelings towards the boy were complicated. On one hand, you resent him for his relationship with your dad, but on the other, the kid was really sweet and hard to dislike. He was almost like an annoying little brother to you.

“Hey y/n! I’m sorry about uh…” he trails off, not sure what to say. “I brought you flowers!” He changes the subject. “I didn’t know what kind you like so I got you a mix!” He smiles brightly.

You smile back softly, taking the vase of the artificially dyed flowers and setting them on the bedside table.

“Thanks Pete.”

Tony smiles at Peter. “That’s nice of you kid.”

Peter shrugs. “It’s no big deal, I mean, that's what you do for people in hospitals right?”

You nod absentmindedly as you read the card attached to the vase. You furrow your brows as you read it aloud. “Congratulations, welcome to motherhood…”

Both you and Tony give Peter an amused look.

Peter blushes, slightly embarrassed. “I didn’t read it.” He lets out a soft, awkward laugh.

You smile at him genuinely as you chuckle. “Don’t sweat it kid… Now, does anyone know when I can get out of here? I’m dying for a cheeseburger.”

“I’ll let the doctor know you're up and we can go from there.” Tony gives you a pat on the shoulder before getting up from the bed and moving towards the door. “Com’ on Pete, let's give her some privacy so she can change.”

Peter nods, following after your dad. “Later y/n!”

“Later Pete.”

3rd person, Bucky’s perspective

“I fucked up.” Bucky admits as he walks into his shared apartment.

Steve, from the couch hears Bucky come in. “Bucky what the hell happened? Is y/n ok?” He jumps up from his spot and makes his way over to Bucky.

Bucky furrows his brows. “Haven’t you talked to Stark?”

“No.” Steve replies. “The only person I’ve heard from all night is you when you told me that y/n was in an accident and that you were at the hospital.”

“She…” Bucky pauses, debating on how to relay the information. “She left with this guy, some actor… he had drugged her and took her to a motel.” Bucky notices Steve clench his fists.

“Did he-“

“No.” Bucky responds immediately. “I got there just in time.”

Steve sighs, visibly relaxing. “Thank goodness. How is she doing?”

“She's fine. She’s pissed at me but fine.”

Steve groans. “What’d you do now?”

“I yelled at her...Basically said it was her fault.” Bucky admits.

“Why the hell would you do that?!” Now Steve is pissed. “She’s been nothing but nice to you and all you do is treat her like trash!” Steve starts to rant.

“I know, ok! I messed up and now I don’t know what to do!”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Why do you even care? You act like you hate her.”

Bucky groans. “I don’t hate her! Look, I don’t know why but I can’t get her out of my mind. She’s so sweet and perfect and beautiful! I guess I was just pissed because I knew I could never have her! So acted like an ass to make her hate me so the feelings would go away. But it didn’t work, and I only yelled at her this morning because I was so upset with myself for not being there to protect her sooner.”

“You’re an idiot, Barnes.”

“I know.” Bucky sighs. “And I want to fix it. I don’t expect her to ever want to be with me after the way I’ve been acting, but I’d like to at the very least let her know I’m sorry.”

“Maybe start with saying you’re sorry.”

“I don’t think she's going to want to listen to anything I have to say.”

“Then write a note.” Steve suggests. “And attach it to a pack of sour gummy worms.”

“Gummy worms?”

“She loves them. Give her some of those and she might accept your apology.”

Bucky nods. “Anything else I should know?”

“Well she loves Star Wars…”

When Bucky heard y/n had called the Avengers to a meeting, he was surprised to say the least… and a little nervous. Was she going to demand he be kicked out? Not that he will put up a fight, he knows he deserves it.

“Any idea what this is about?” Sam, who is sitting next to Bucky at the table in the meeting room, asks.

Before bucky can respond, y/n walks in, not an ounce of unease shown in her presence.

The Avengers all stop murmuring, giving y/n there full attention.

“I’m sure you’re all wondering why you’re here. I’m not going to pussy-foot around it. It’s going to come out to everyone eventually so I thought it would be best that it comes from me. Last night an actor at the party drugged me, took me to a motel, and attempted to rape me.” She doesn't even hesitate to say it. “I’m fine, he was stopped in time and arrested. No, I will not be talking about it further or answering any questions. If you’re upset, talk about it to someone who’s not me.” She pauses, looking over the faces of everyone in the room, excluding Bucky. “You’re all dismissed.”

Y/n leaves the room, leaving the team to sit and absorb the information just dropped on them.

Before y/n can get too far away, Bucky follows after her, rushing down the hall to catch up to her.

“Y/n wait!”

“I already said I’m not talking about it.” She continues walking down the hall.

“I’m sorry!” Bucky shouts, before she is too far away to hear him.

Y/n surprisingly stops and turns around. “You’re only sorry because you pity me, not because you actually mean it.”

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hydroponicjj · 4 years

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no place like home

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: you get kicked out of your house and have nowhere to go. you want to tough it out on your own but your boyfriend won’t let you.

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of abuse, alcohol, swearing

a/n: i’m back!!! wrote this instead of studying for my spanish midterm oops. hope that you all enjoy and make sure you send requests!

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You were good at hiding your emotions.

This wasn’t something that you were appreciative of, you were ashamed. You wish that you could express how you genuinely feel without being terrified that someone would take advantage of your vulnerability.

But that’s just how life works when you grow up in a toxic household, with a mother that isn’t the friendliest.

“Y/N?” Peter spoke, causing you to return from your trance.

“If you aren’t going to take this seriously then you can just leave.” He puffed, flipping back and forth between pages, searching for an answer.

“I-I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

The two of you were currently studying for your midterms in Peter’s room. He was sitting at his desk, books sprawled everywhere while you sat on the carpeted floor, back pressed up against the wall.

“I can’t find the answer to question 32, did you?” He asked.

“No, I didn’t. I’m sorry.” You replied, weakly.

Peter huffed as he flipped the pages aggressively.

“What is it?”

“It’s just-” He hesitated, “I don’t understand why you come over here every day and just sit there and do nothing.”

You felt a pinch in your heart as he let out his frustrations, “I’m sorry.”

“And stop apologizing!” Peter struck his fist down on his desk, causing you to recoil.

He noticed how you inched away from him, “I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re right,” You took a deep breath, “I’ve been in my head a lot lately and I haven’t been the girlfriend that you need right now.”

“Not to mention I’ve been a terrible study buddy.” You laughed, Peter smirked.

“That doesn’t excuse the fact that I scared you.” He was disappointed in himself. For a split second, he forgot about how sensitive you are.

“How about we take a little break? We can go out and get something to eat and maybe watch an episode of The Office?” You suggested as you stood up.

“I’m in work mode right now,” Peter watched your face for any signs of disappointment.

You nodded, glancing at the clock, noticing the time, “I should get moving before my parents notice that I’ve been gone this long.”

You bent down and began to place all the science and math textbooks into your bookbag.

“You should spend the night. May won’t mind, she loves having you over.”

“No, it’s fine.” You reassured but, Peter didn’t look satisfied.

“Hey, hey,” Grabbing his arms, you wrapped them around your waist, placing your head on his shoulder, “It’s okay, I promise.”

You stood in each other’s embrace for a few moments, finding harmony in each other’s presence.

Peter’s mind is always going 100 miles per hour, especially right now with the stress of midterms and having to make time to patrol the city. The both of you were dealing with stress and being able to have a few seconds of tranquility made all the difference.

“I’ve gotta go.” He released you from his clutch.

“Text me when you get home?”

“Of course.”

“I love you.” He beamed.

“I love you.”

Sneaking into your house is way harder than sneaking out. Having to avoid not only your parents but your loud dog that gets super excited when she sees you.

Throwing your bag on your bed, you climbed through your window, careful not to slip on any of the toys scattered on the floor.

Everything had been calculated so that your mother and father would eat dinner while your dog begged at their feet, so you come out of your room and claim that you had been taking a nap.

But not everything goes according to plan. Your parents never let the dog out of your room so, she was lying in your bed instead of on her own. She felt your bag hit the bed and shot up, beginning to bark.

“No, no, no!”

It was pointless trying to get her to stop because you could hear the harsh footsteps on the way to your room.

Your mom stood in the doorway, arms crossed as she leaned against the frame. The tension increased by a tenfold. Your confident stature depleted with every second that passed.

“You know, if I’m going to pay for this room, I expect it’s going to be used, right?”

“Yes,” You’d learned that she’ll make it easier if you agree and don’t antagonize her.

“So, when you’re not in here, it tells me you aren’t using it.” She spoke, malice laced within her voice, “Do you want to live here?”

“Yes.” You responded.

Your mother nodded her head, “If you sneak out again, I’ll see that you don’t have a room to come home to.” She sent you a passive-aggressive smile and slammed your door.

You let out a sigh of relief, even though she just threatened to kick you out if you snuck out to see Peter again. The exchange had gone better than most nights, presumably because it was too early for her to drink.

Flopping on your bed next to your dog, you let her give you a couple of kisses before pulling your phone out of your back pocket and sending Peter a message.

You: Hey! I’ve made it home.

Peter: Great. Still studying :(

You: Keep pushing!! I’ll make sure that I help next time

Peter: Any problems?

You: Nope :)

Peter: Good.

Peter: Wanna retry this study date tomorrow at 6:30?

You: Yep, see you then <3

“Shit.” You huffed.

You were asking to get thrown out. Here it was, 6:00 pm, and you were crawling out of your window as if your mother didn’t threaten you with eviction less than 24 hours ago.

As you strolled toward the Parker’s apartment, you thought of how your foolproof plan could go wrong. Would your dog bark again, or would your mom be waiting in your room as soon as you arrived?

“Hey,” Turning your head, you saw none other than Peter Parker send you his alluring smile.

“W-What are you doing out here?” You questioned, eyebrows contorted in confusion.

Pulling his hands from behind his back, he displayed 3 bags of food, “I was picking up our dinner for tonight.”

“Dinner?”

“I thought we could scrap the whole studying idea and have dinner with May.” He revealed.

You tried your best to control your facial expressions and body language, not wanting to give Peter any signal that this would raise a problem.

“Sounds good.” You nodded.

“I’m so glad that we’re able to do this before I patrol. It puts me in a good mood before I go-”

“Kick some ass?” You interjected.

“Somethin’ like that.”

The rest of the walk to Peter’s apartment was filled with stories of the peculiar things that he would see while patrolling the city at night. Weird things that people tried to steal and the extravagant costumes people wore.

“A nightgown?” You asked as you entered his apartment.

“A nightgown,” Peter confirmed as he took your jacket, hanging it on the rack mere feet away from the entrance.

“Hey, Y/N!” May greeted, waving at you from the kitchen.

“Hey, May! So nice to see you again.” She emerged from the kitchen and gave you a small hug before turning her attention towards her nephew.

He handed her a receipt, and the placed the bags on the dining table, “Let’s eat.”

“So, Y/N, how’s school going? Someone has been studying like crazy.”

“School is going well. I think people are stressed with midterms, but I can’t wait until things get back to normal.” You explained, putting food onto your plate.

The conversation flowed nicely. It was easy to talk to Peter’s aunt because she was so understanding and non-judgmental, she had become more of a mother towards you than your actual parent.

“I guess it’s true that time passes faster when you’re having fun,” Peter spoke.

You looked at the clock, it was almost 9:45. It was at least a 30-minute walk back to your house

“Oh my. I’m sorry to rush out like this but, I have to get home before-” You paused, not wanting to say anything that would worry Peter or May, “This was fun we’ve gotta do this again.”

“Soon.” May smiled, watching as you grabbed your coat, frantically.

“I love you, Peter. I’ll text you when I get home.” With that, you exited the Parker’s apartment and rushed out of the building.

There was no way that your absence went unnoticed by your mother, now that she’s on high alert of you sneaking out. You had completely forgotten about checking the time. There was something about the Parker’s that made your problems seem so minuscule to the point where you didn’t even think about them.

With every step you took, the pit in your stomach increased in size. Whatever destiny you had waiting for you at home, you didn’t want it. You wished that you could turn around and go back to Peter’s apartment and exchange funny stories with him and his aunt.

But you can’t outrun fate.

When you reached your window, you were faced with 3 black trash bags and a note, “I warned you.”

“Fuck,” You sobbed, “She fucking kicked me out.”

You always knew that your relationship with your mother wasn’t the best but, you loved her and you assumed that she loved you too. You didn’t even want to imagine what feelings she harbored towards you if she could throw you out with ease.

You opened the bags and saw your clothes, materials for school, and a few miscellaneous things. There was no way that you could carry all of this stuff, it was way too heavy and you didn’t own a car.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” You heard someone say from the roof.

The first thing you noticed was the colors red and black and knew exactly who it was, “What are you doing here?”

“Y-You rushed out of my house like we had a disease or something, I knew something was wrong.” He explained.

You couldn’t see under his mask but it didn’t take a genius to know that he was confused, “What’s all this?”

“Pete, I think I’m in trouble.” You croaked, your eyes were red and blurry from crying.

He came down from the roof and instantly embraced you in a hug. You let a sob escape your throat as he held you, “Why didn’t you just call me? We could’ve figured something out.”

You sighed, “I’m not your responsibility. Plus, you have all of this stress on you and-”

“Did you think that I’d turn you away or something?” He questioned, taking off the mask covering his face so that he could look you in the eyes.

“Look at me,” Peter gently took your face in his hands, “I know that you grew up thinking that you are a burden but you’re not.”

“Do you remember when I was distant from everyone for months after Uncle Ben?”

You nodded.

“You were the person that restored me to normal. No one asked you to but you did, remember that?”

“Yeah,” You sighed, resting your face in his palm.

“We’ll figure this out together.” Peter reassured, caressing the back of your head as he pulled you into yet another hug.

“Together?”

“Together.”

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