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lassiekitsune · 11 months

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Peter Parker x Reader "Under the starry sky"

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Description: You need help with your math test and you ask your best friend for help. But Peter needs to tell you something important, after which your relationship will never be the same.

Warnings: fluff, a little agnst.

Y/N - Your name

(H/C) - Hair color

"- On Monday, I'll be waiting for you all to write a very important math test. You all will have enough time to prepare" - your teacher said then the school bell rang. Mathematics wasn't your favourite school subject, but your family demanded perfect grades from you. "It's just not realistic" you thought. The problem was that you missed the last topic due to illness and no one could help you... Almost no one. A few minutes later you spotted your best friend Peter Parker with Ned in the school hallway. Peter was known at school as one of the smartest students in the school, who knew the entire school curriculum at "A+". It was because of his knowledge that Peter was often mocked by his classmate Eugene Thompson ("Flash"), but you didn't care about him. You and Parker have been friends for many years, and it was he who you decided to ask for help with math.

"- Hello, Peter! Hello, Ned!" - you smiled.

"- Hey Y/N! We haven't seen each other for a long time" - Peter smiled at you as well, and so did Ned - "Did you want to ask something?"

"- Um, yeah, but..." - You looked at Ned. Peter's friend taking your hint and leaving the two of you alone. You sighed and continued - "So, I think I need your help" - Peter adjusted his backpack and looked at you curiously

"- Did something happen to you?"

"- No, I'm fine, don't worry" - knowing Peter's caring side, you rushed to comfort him - "Do you know that I have been absent from school for several weeks?" - Parker nodded - "And I missed the last subject in mathematics, and on Monday I have a test for which I am not ready at all... This is exactly what I need your help with"

"- Wait, do you want me to explain the topic to you?" - Peter's eyes lit up with joy

"- I do not insist, if you are busy…"

"- No!" - your friend interrupted you - I'm completely free today! If it's convenient for you, you can come over to my house today around 6:00 p.m., okay?"

"- Okay, sorry, I must go. Goodbye"

"- See you later, Y/N" - if you had turned back at that moment, you would have noticed how Peter guided you with his gaze.

~5:58 p.m.~

You are standing in front of the door of the Parker house. Peter told you a LOT about his Aunt May, and he was sure that you would become friends. You took a deep breath and tapped ligtly. Contrary to your expectations, a woman opened the door and smiled at you.

"- Hello! Are you Aunt May?"

"- Hello, yes, it's me. And you are Y/N? Peter said you would come today".

"- Yep, I'm Y/N. Can I come in?"

"- Of course, but Peter isn't at home now"

"- Oh, then I think I should go. Peter will call me when he gets back"

"- No, no! You can stay here, I don't care. After all," - May gave you a strange look - "I wanted to get to know you better"

~8:30 p.m.~

You were sitting next to Aunt May who offered you tea and you were talking to each other. Peter was still not at home.

"- Aunt May?"

"- Please call me just May"

"- Okay, May, where do you think Peter could be at this late hour?"

"- Honestly, I don't know" - May sipped her tea from her cup - "This is not the first time he has come home late. I tried to talk to him about it but he doesn't tell me anything" - May sighed. The conversation continued untill your mother called you and reminded you that it was time for you to go home.

"- Don't worry, Y/N, I will have a SERIOUS talk with Peter tonight" - May said with a special emphasis on the world "serious".

"- No, you don't have to" - you didn't want your best friend to get in trouble. When you got home, you changed and went to your room. You can't to sleep, probably you were worried about Peter. You've had a crush on Peter for a long time, but you've always had to hide those feelings from him. Of course, you, like many girls, dreamed that one day he would confess his love to you. So, after spending several hours in bed, you went out to the balcony to look at the stars. The night wind blew your (H/C) as you gazed up at the twinkling stars, and you closed your eyes to hear the sounds of night nature. Silence. Peace. Stop, something is wrong. You opened your eyes and heard footsteps on the roof. "- Are they thieves?" you thought and hid behind old boxes. A footsteps got closer and you tried to sit as quietly as possible. One moment, and familiar shadow is standing on your balcony. You did not think that HE would appear here, but you believe your eyes, before you stood the famous Spider-Man. Judging by his rapid breathing, he had just been running away from someone. You could endlessly watch this Superhero until he would have disappeared in his direction if not for his spider-sense. Spider-Man turned to face you

"- Y/N? What are you doing here?" - said a familiar voice

"- How do you know my name?" - You were in shock, but managed to find the strength to come out of your hiding place.

"- It's not important now, we have to get out of here" - Spider-Man held out his arms to you - "Don't be afraid of me, I won't hurt you. But now you are in danger if you do not go with me"

"- But, I..." - your voice was interrupted by the roar of some black scary creature that was slowly approaching you.

"- We must go RIGHT NOW!" - Spider-Man said as he grabbed you with one hand and held you close while the other released a web that gave you the opportunity to escape from this creature.

"- Thank you for saving me, but who was that?" - you asked fearfully

"- Venom and you're welcome"

"- What did he want?" - you asked, Spider-Man didn't turned to you

"- I'm sorry, it's my fault. You shouldn't have seen it..."

"- What? It's not your fault!" - you moved closer to him. You wanted to continue but the words got stuck somewhere in your throat. You realized where you could hear this voice, without thinking long, you defiantly pulled off his mask.

"- Hey! What are you doing?" - Spider-Man was outraged and tried to take his mask from you

"- Peter? Is that you?" - you asked in surprise. Parker looked at you and turned away sharply.

"- No! Don't look at me!" - Peter tried to hide his face with his hands -"I'm not Peter!

"- You are Spider-Man! I can't believe it"

"- Don't talk so loud" - Peter came closer - "Someone might hear it"

"- Hey, don't worry, I promise no one will find out about your secret"

"- T-thank you..." - Parker whispered "- Why are you awake at such a late hour?"

"- I couldn't sleep because I was worried about you. You promised to come, but you didn't"

"- Oh, I'm so sorry about it"

"- Don't worry, I had a great time with your Aunt May, I think she liked me"

"- That's good" - Peter smiled. There was an awkward pause between you as you just stared down. Parker was the first to break the silence between you

"- Y/N can I tell you s-something?"

"- Sure" - after your words, Peter nervously took your hand and looked into your eyes

"- Y/N, I know now is not the right time, but we have been friends for a long time and I... I... No! I can't to say that!" - Peter turned around

"- Peter" - you came closer to him and touched his shoulder with your hand -"You know you can tell me everything and I'll keep it in secret if you ask me. We are best friends, do you remember?"

"- That's what I tried to say, Y/N!" - Peter turned to you sharply -"I don't want to be your friend anymore!" - You felt your heart break into a million pieces.

"- Well, if that's what you really want..." - you could barely hold back your tears - "I won't bother you anymore..."

"- No, no, no, wait, that's not what I meant!" - Peter sighed and whispered - "Oh, my God, Peter, why are you so stupid?" - You didn't understand anything. Peter, as if thinking something, took your hand againe

"- Peter, what are you do..." - you were interrupted by an unexpected kiss on the lips. Peter kissed you and it was completely real! Realizing what he was doing, Parker pulled away from you.

"- No, what have I done? Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't ask you before..." - you kissed him again to shut him up. This moment could last forever if you didn't need oxygen, you pulled away from each other, gasping for air

"- Wow! I did not expect this" - Peter smiled nervous and looked at you -"But, now I'm sure, I love you, Y/N and... Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"- Yes..."- you answered, Peter smiled and kissed you again.

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a-strange-echo · 6 months

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Requests are open!

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I don't know if people want me to write their ideas for them but I'd be more than happy to do that so if you have any idea or a prompt you would like me to write with a character you like, you just have to send it to me!

I write fluff, agnst but only with happy ending (I'm soft okay ;w; ) and smut (although not a lot). There is not much i wouldn't write but if I don't feel comfortable with it or don't feel I have enough skills to do it, I won't write it.

I only write 'x reader' fanfictions and write for any gender/sexuality, you just have to tell me what you want. If you don't specify a gender, my default is Gender Neutral/ Non-Binary.

I also tend to not write cross-overs but if I really like the idea, maybe I will do it. (Really depends tho)

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MARVEL:

-Bucky Barnes*

-Steve Rogers*

-Stucky*

-Baron Helmut Zemo

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-George Weasley

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-Amity Blight

-Luz Noceda

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-Emira Blight

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-Raine Whispers

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-Marquis de Lafayette

-Alexander Hamilton

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letstrysomefanfic · 7 years

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I Thought We Already Weren’t (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: anonymous asked: Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…

Word Count: 2,413 (sorry, got carried away again)

Warnings: Angst

A/N: heyyy more angst! sorry this is quite late, but I finally figured out how I wanted this imagine to go. I did try to shorten it a bit since it is quite long, but I guess this is as short as it’s gonna get 😂 hope you like it, anon! ❤️❤️

Part 2 Part 3

“(Y/N)!” your name carried through the halls above the chatter of the student body. Eyebrows furrowed, you jerked your head out from your locker to see who was beckoning. You spotted Peter’s dark curls bobbing amongst the crowd towards you.

“(Y/N),” Peter gasped. He leant against the locker next to yours, breathing heavily.

You raised your brows in amusement. “Yes?” you asked, curious as to what would motivate Peter to run.

Peter swallowed, “I need your help.”

“With what?” you turned back to your locker to shove your math textbook inside and grab your jacket.

“Ummm… well… it’s about…” he lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper and leaned closer. “It’s about Liz.”

You tilted your head away from him slightly to hide the anguish that quickly flashed on your face. “What about Liz?” you tried to keep your voice steady and calm. A difficult feat, as you felt a pit drag your stomach and your breath catch high in your throat.

“I—I uh—well—I have a date with her,” he stammered

“What?!” you exclaimed, shocked. “Wow, Peter!” You tried to shove out any tone of sadness in your voice. You knew how much courage it must’ve taken this nervous but excited and eager romantic buzzing next to you.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“Did you just ask her?” you guessed.

“Yeah. Yeah I did,” his ecstatic state quickly turned into a more panicked one. “But I need your help. I have no idea what to do!”

“For the date?”

“Yeah!” Shutting your locker, you swung your jacket over your shoulder and headed for the school doors. Peter bounded after you. “Please, (Y/N)!” he pleaded.

You shoved the doors open, “Why aren’t you asking Liz, though? Isn’t the date with her?” You worried that that might’ve been a bit forward in revealing your subtle bitterness.

“Well, yeah but I—I wanted to surprise her. And I can’t ask Ned ‘cause I don’t wanna mess this up, I mean no offense to him, but you know—(Y/N), you’re my only other friend who can help me!” Your stomach twisted at that word. Friend.

“When is it?”

“Friday.”

You sighed, conflicted yet sympathetic. Here he was, the best friend you had slowly but undoubtedly fallen for, asking for your help with someone else. Of course you were jealous. Of course you were dejected and feeling a bit betrayed. But of course you were going to help him. Because, dammit, you were proud and happy for him, too.

After two years of daydreaming, confiding, and awkwardly trying, he had finally gotten courage and motivation to do something about it. You saw how he lit up when she merely looked his way, how he melted whenever she said something nice to him, how jittery and nervous he got whenever he was within a ten food radius of her. You weren’t about to take that away from him just because of your unrequited feelings; because before he was ever your crush, he was your best friend.

“Okay,” you replied. Hope and relief immediately washed out all desperation on Peter’s face. You couldn’t help but smile a bittersweet smile.

“Really?!” he grinned.

“Yeah, yeah, of course!” you cheerfully affirmed. “Just, uh, come over later tonight so we can think of some ideas.”

“Thank you! Really, (Y/N), thank you so much!” Peter squeezed you in a tight hug that you half heartedly returned. He suddenly pulled away and reached for his phone. You already knew what it most likely meant, so you started past him.

“I’ll see you around seven?” you called back. Peter was already running the opposite direction.

“Uh yeah! Seven’s good!”

Groaning, you got up from your chair and stretched your arms above your head. How could simple chemistry equations somehow make your entire body ache?

You were about to plop back into your chair when a tapping came from your window. Glancing at the clock that read ten minutes past eight, you trudged over, unlocked it, and slid it up.

“Sorry I’m late; some nut job decided tonight was a good night to rob a jewelry shop.”

“Hm,” you nodded as you headed to your desk. Peter stumbled through the window, leaving it open for a quick getaway.

“Your folks home?”

“Nah,” you shrugged. “Both have meetings.”

Peter slipped his backpack off and slumped onto your bed. “So,” he rested his elbows on his knees, “Any ideas?”

You swiveled your chair around. “Not really,” you confessed. “Nothing’s really come to mind.”

Peter hung his head down, groaning, “What am I gonna do?”

“So… okay then. What do you want to do?” you inquired.

“I dunno! I was thinking maybe just dinner and a movie? Chill, not to much fancy expensive stuff…”

“No, no don’t do that. That’s typical, not surprising at all.”

“Ugh,” he muttered. “Has she ever said anything about like what her ideal date would be?”

“Don’t think so…” you racked your brain. You didn’t know Liz too well. Sure you’d shared some classes with her these past two years and had gotten to know her well enough. But you weren’t the best friend she’d confide to about relationships and dating. You also weren’t going to give up your ideal date for Peter to create for someone else.

You both sat in silence, thinking. There was a slight tension in the room that you both could sense, but it was hardly enough to make the setting awkward. You’d also never let it get to that point either.

“I know she likes picnics…” you offered. “Maybe you could get takeout from her favorite place and take her on a picnic somewhere?”

“Oh yeah…” Peter sat up. “That sounds cool!”

“And it’s not super expensive.”

“But do it kind of late-ish,” you added. “And maybe on the roof of a high building. So it’ll be darker and better for star gazing. Liz loves stars.”

“Yeah… yeah, yeah! That’s great; that’s awesome! Oh, okay okay! I got it,” Peter leapt up from your bed and raced over to embrace you once again. “Thank you, so much, (Y/N)! Thanks for being such a great friend and—and helping me and WOOH!” he whooped as he skipped to grab his bag. “I’m gonna go scope out some places…”

As he squeezed through the window you chuckled, “Okay…” That nagging feeling began to creep up on you, and you put your head in your hands. You knew the petty thoughts would begin to fill your mind soon.

You knew you shouldn’t feel jealous. You knew there was nothing you could do to change his mind. But you couldn't stop it. You were mad at yourself for believing you could ever compete with a girl like Liz Allen. You hated having these feelings of envy and betrayal, because you knew they were futile. It was pointless; this was only going to make you feel even worse.

Okay, you told yourself. Calm down, stop thinking like that. Just be happy that he finally got his chance with Liz. Repeating this over and over didn’t help. Okay… Maybe the date will go bad— NO! No, God, why even think like that?! Okay, maybe the date will be okay but Peter will figure out he doesn’t really like her? Ugh why am I LIKE this?! You felt completely horrible when you realized you actually found solace in that last thought. Deciding you needed to just distract yourself before you could torment yourself any further, you turned back to your notebook with a sigh.

Four weeks and five dates later, wherever you saw Peter, there was Liz. Your one solace, your one hope had fallen through. Peter had begun to hang with you and Ned less and less as the weeks went by. His spontaneous midnight visits had stopped altogether, and sometimes wouldn’t even answer your texts for a good few days.

Distractions were helping less and less as well. No matter how many songs you blasted in your ear, or how many fanfics you poured over each night, or late night calls with Ned about any movie you two could find; the envy kept gnawing away at you. But poor sweet Ned. You finally broke and confided to him; keeping it in was just too much. And try as he might to help you try to get over it and keep you distracted and happy, you both knew nothing was enough.

It also didn’t help that Liz would often come to Peter when he was at his locker. Right next to yours. Even though they tried to keep their voices down to small murmurs, you could hear every sickening and sappy word pouring from their mouths.

“God, I think I love you.”

You froze, gripping the textbook as if it were your composure. That phrase had managed to slip through all the ambient noise and ruckus echoing through the hallway and reach your ears. How many times had you wished to hear those words from him, only for them to be meant for someone else?

Well you certainly didn’t hear much after that. You didn’t hear Liz’s reply, or Ned’s greeting, or your locker slam. The only thing that your ears registered was your booming heartbeat. You felt your whole body heat up, searing with anger and jealousy. You wandered away from your locker, away from them. Meandering through the crowd of students, you couldn’t think of where to go or what to do.

An obnoxious voice broke through the pulsing in your ear.

“Hurry up, move it, (Y/N)!” Flash complained as he breezed past you. “What’re you waiting for? Your imaginary boyfriend to become real?” he jeered.

A sudden drive and confidence took over you, fueled by the anger and jealousy coursing through your veins. You knew what you wanted. You wanted to make Peter hurt. Hurt like you were. And you knew just how to do it.

“Well that’s up to you, Flash!” you called. Flash whipped around, confused. It morphed into amused as you jogged over to him.

“What do you mean?” he crossed his arms.

“Pick me up, my place, Friday at seven,” you challenged. Flash’s face dropped into bewilderment. “Wear something nice,” you added, brushing past. “I expect to be wowed.” As you pushed open the school doors, smirking, you could perfectly hear the shock that rippled through the silence of the hallway. This was certainly one way to get over it.

*tap tap tap*

You startled up from your chair, not sure if you had really heard it. You went over to your window and opened the blinds revealing the red and blue figure. Sliding it open, you leaned out on your elbows, blocking him from coming in but opening yourself to conversation.

“Hey,” Peter breathed.

“Hey.”

He shuffled anxiously, tugging at the mask in his hands, “Can I talk to you?”

You shrugged, “I’m listening.”

“Why—” Peter took a deep breath. “Why’d you ask out Flash?” he timidly asked.

You stiffened. “Because.” Guilt started to take the place of resentment in your gut, but you shoved it away. You could tell he was concerned about you doing something so out of character and ridiculous on all accounts. However you refused to sway from your choice. You weren’t going to to back to sitting around moping about how he was with Liz.

“Because why?” he demanded.

“Because I can and I did.”

“But when were you interested in Flash?”

“When was it your business?”

“Since you’re my friend!”

You scoffed, hurt. “Am I?”

Peter squinted at you, “Y-Yeah. Wh—Why do you have to ask?”

“‘Cause it doesn’t feel like I’ve been!” you cried. The rest of your anger was spilling out, but with a different tone this time. This wasn’t a revenge thing or a spur of the moment vent-all-your-feelings session. This was everything that was buried deep, everything that wasn’t revealed to Ned, everything that really hurt.

“You’ve constantly ditched on stuff ‘cause you’d rather go to something else with Liz! You’ve left me and Ned hanging countless times. If it was because of Spiderman stuff, then I’d be more understanding, but it isn’t. You’ve just replaced your true friends with the girl you’ve been oogling for years!” your voice rose several octaves. “You never reply when we text, and you never answer when I need you or even when Ned does! So no, Peter, it doesn’t feel like I’m your friend anymore.”

Neither of you moved, too stunned by the words floating in the thick tension between you.

“So this is a jealousy thing.”

“What?!” you screeched. “That literally has nothing to do with what I just said—”

“No! No no no, it does!” Peter retorted. “You’re jealous because I’m spending more time with her, I get it—”

“No. You don’t.”

“No, I do! Look, I’m sorry if I’m not spending every waking moment with you guys like I used to, but it doesn’t mean we’re not friends anymore.”

“NO!” you cried. “No, Peter! It’s not because we’re not hanging out as much, it’s because we’re not hanging out at all. You’re always so distant with us now and you ignore us and—”

“I don’t ignore you guys!”

“Uh, yeah you do—”

“If I did, then I wouldn’t know that you asked Flash out, and I wouldn’t be here asking why the hell you’d ever do that!”

“Again, what the hell does it matter to you?!”

“He’s a douche!” Peter flailed his arms. “He’s an arrogant, spoiled asshole who’s so insecure that he goes around teasing people. He even teases you, (Y/N)! And you asked him out?!” He howled. Peter took a step towards your window, and you withdrew a little. “He doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N), and you don’t deserve to put up with that piece of shit—”

“You know what?” you glared at Peter, seething, blood boiling for the second time that day. “Yeah, you’re right: he’s a piece of shit who only cares about himself. But I bet he’s still gonna be a better shitty friend than you’ve been this entire month.”

Peter took a step back, appalled at what he was hearing. He pursed his lips and dropped his eyes to the ground. “Maybe we just shouldn’t be friends anymore,” he whispered.

You reached up for your window and numbly slid it shut. Knowing he could still hear you, you muttered as you closed your blinds, “I thought we already weren’t.”

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myhoneymoontour · 3 years

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would anyone be interested in a fanfiction about loki and a fanfiction about charles xavier?

let me know pls

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printedpeterparker · 6 years

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

WC: 715

Warnings: Mentions of Death, lil Angst

Question: “Why couldn’t I save them all?”

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You stood in the elevator in the Avenger Tower, riding it to the roof. You hadn’t seen Peter in almost a week for he was in Europe with the rest of the Avenger team. He texted you a couple times a day, but today, there was nothing, but one text.

You texted him first saying, “Do you still think you’re coming home today?”

You were very excited to see your boyfriend. It was becoming tiresome to text all the time. When you received a notification, you quickly opened it.

The message took you back a bit. “Yeah but im not really in the mood to hang out. nothing personal.”

Your heart sank at his request, but you understood; he probably had a long and stressful week. But it wasn’t until 11:30 at night that he texted you again.

“Can you come over?” Roof?”

When the elevator door opened, you could see the skyline of New York. Peter sat straight ahead on the ledge still in his Spiderman suit, his masked removed. You made your way over, in your sweats. He hasn’t noticed that you had arrived.

“What changed?” you asked sweetly from behind him.

He turned around, the corner of his mouth turning into a slight smile. His eyes were still a bit sunken. “I really need someone to talk to and I really missed,” he attempted.

He took his hand into yours, helping you down next to him. His entire body looked warm out.

“What’s wrong, Peter?”

His eyes went low again. He felt himself get choked up.

“I couldn’t save them all, Y/N,” he muttered. Your heart dropped at his words.

“Peter…” You didn’t know what to say.

“Why couldn’t I save them all? They died because of me,” he choked.

“Peter, no,” you quickly responded, bringing him closer to you. “It’s not your fault.” His head was pressed against your shoulder.

“Isn’t it, Y/N?” he asked lowly. “I made a mistake and we lost people because of it. I saw them die, Y/N, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was too late. If I would have made the right choice I...I don’t know,” he sighed. “Maybe things would be different now.”

You ran your fingers through his hair attempting to relax him. You could practically feel how tense Peter was in your arms.

“Babe...I can’t possibly understand what happened or what you saw,” you reminded him, “but I do know Peter Parker, and I know he saw the situation and did the best to his ability to help everyone he could, but it isn’t always a perfect science.” He was silent, only listening to you and your heart beat. “You didn’t go there to hurt others, and in my and most people’s book, it was better that people like you and the Avengers were there.”

“But what if it was you I couldn’t save, Y/N?” He hated the mere thought of any harm coming your way, but the thought of losing you pained Peter.

“Baby, I’m still here.”

“Yeah, but if something happened to you, I wouldn’t—couldn’t forgive myself. I’d go crazy.”

“But I’m here, Peter,” you soothed, stroking his cheeked slowly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“But I still think about the people we lost,” he spoke with unsteady breath. “They has lives, family, goals. They didn’t get a chance to even say goodbye.”

“Then think about the people you did save,” you retorted. “Thanks to you they have their life, family, and can still pursue their goals and they don’t have to say goodbye, Peter. You did that,” you reminded him. He only nodded. “None of that was or will ever be your fault, Peter. You’re a good person with great intentions who did the best he could, okay?”

He muttered an okay before you kissed his temple. You both sat their in pure silence, you holding him. You felt some of his tension lessen, reassuring you that he was going to be alright.

“Thank you,” Peter finally spoke, looking up into your eyes. “you didn’t have to come.”

You smiled before placing your lips on his. It was a craving you desperately wanted to satisfied ever since you saw him up there.

“I will always be with you, Peter.”

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sadchappuccino · 5 years

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I missed you

Pairing: Peter Parker(18+) x reader

Warnings: minor angst, drinking, smut, dom/sub, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy)

Request: by @jennyparkerpizza, Hiii I love your writing so much I didn't know if I should have send this ask or not but can I request one peterxreader agnst-smut? Peter and the reader had a fight (break up maybe) and the reader goes out with her friends and peter goes accidentally to the same place with her they both get really high and drunk and he beats bad a guy who flirted with her and then they both stat crying bc they miss each other and they have rought sex (dominant peter) but after sweet and passionate love?

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“Come on y/n, you have to get over Peter” Charlotte, your closest friend, sighed. “I don’t want to go” you muffled into your pillow. “You have been sobbing on your bed for the last two weeks y/n” she patted your head, “Come on, have a few drinks fuck a hot guy and then you can watch bad movies and cry again”

You rolled your eyes at the clear attempt to make you feel better, it did make you laugh though, “Alright alright I’ll come” you raised your hands in surrender. “Perfect!” Charlotte clasped her hands together, “and I know exactly what you’ll be wearing” she walked to your closet and grabbed a sheer black shirt and a bordeaux tight mini skirt. You knew that arguing with Charlotte would have no use so you pulled on the outfit and if you were honest you loved the way it looked on you.

“I really like it,” you said, twirling around in front of your mirror. “Good, because it’s 10 pm and we still need to put on make-up and go to the club” Charlotte shoves you to the bathroom. “Why so fast though? Can’t we be fashionably late or something?” you joke. “Fashionably late is 15 minutes/half an hour. Not 2 hours” Charlotte shook her head. “Oh” you laughed, “I didn’t know that. I haven’t really been to a club”

Charlotte sighed, “I know,” she said, “that’s why this is so important, you should live in your twenties not be stuck in your apartment, sobbing over a guy who doesn’t deserve you anyway.” She exasperated, “He always ditched you, went out to wherever” she exclaimed, “without a good reason. You haven’t been on a date in months, the guy is a dick. It’s good that you left him, he was toxic”

“I know, that’s why I broke up with him, it still sucks though” you said whilst working on your make-up. “It is, so that’s why we’ll get drunk and you’re going to go to at least third base with some guy.” You laughed at that, but don’t answer. You both finished your make-up and Charlotte changed into a little black dress you had in your closet and you both walked out of your apartment to a club in your neighbourhood.

You entered the club and a wave of music blasted through your ears. “Let’s have some fun!” Charlotte shouted over the music. “Yes!” being in the club pumped your mood and you were ready to forget that asshole Peter, “Let’s do some shots Char” you pull her to the bar and order ten shots. You slam them back and you immediately felt loser.

Charlotte and you walked on the dancefloor, you moved your hips to the beat of the song and soon two arms wrapped around your waist and a guy started grinding against you. Normally this wouldn’t be you scene, but you moved your hips against his pelvis with not a single care.

“Hey” he whispered in your ear, “hey” you smiled at him, you turned around so that you could face him and wrapped your arms around his neck, “How about we go to my place?” you bit your lip. “I would like to” he smirked at you. “Okay let me just say bye to my friends” You told him before you walked over to Charlotte who was now with a few friends, “Hey I met this cute guy and we’re going to my place” you winked at her. Charlotte waved at you and you went on your way back to the guy whose name was still unknown to you. Only when you saw him he was talking with your ex-boyfriend, Peter.

“What the fuck” You walked next to them. Peter immediately placed his arm around your waist. “Hey baby” he smiled. You pushed his arm away and slapped him in the face, “Fuck off” you seethed at him.

“Do you know him?” the guy you had been with these past hours asked you, “Ye- He’s my ex” You glared at Peter before you turned back to that guy, “But ignore him, let’s just go to my place as planned” you drag your arm over his arm. The smirk settled back on his face and he squeezed your ass.

What you didn’t see was Peter’s hands balling up in fists, when the man you met in the bar squeezed your bottom he was done. Peter pulled him away from you and punched him on the nose, making it bleed. “What’s wrong with you?” the man asked, “No chick is worth this, I’m leaving”

“What the hell Peter!” You screamed at him. He looked down at the ground. “What you don’t have anything to say now?” you were beyond furious at him, how dare he punch a guy after he was the one who ditched you ever single time?

“I’m sorry y/n” he looked up at you, “I was a dick” he admitted himself. “You were” you nod your head. You couldn’t think straight anymore, everything was a blur and even though you didn’t show it, you were drunk and unable to make good decisions.

“I’ve just been so busy and” Peter rambled on, the only thing on your mind was how horny you were and you remembered Peter’s special member and the size of it so you just stepped forward and kissed him harshly on the lips. They moved messy against each other, Peter soon was in the dominant one and he slipped his tongue in.

“Let’s go to my place” you proposed to him. “Ye-” he muttered against your lips. You practically ran to your apartment and when you finally reached your home Peter waited no minute to lace his lips back on yours. “I missed you” you said in between kisses. “I missed you too” he said.

Peter picked you up and laid you on your diningtable, he needed you too much to go to your bedroom. He sucked on your earlobe, “Remove your skirt” he whispered in your war. You hastly lowered your skirt and panties to your ankles. Peter opened his pants and grabbed his cock in his hand. “You’re so wet for me” he grumbled. Neither of you were feeling like doing any forplay so Peter placed his tip at your entrance. He slowly entered your body, his big size splitting you up into two.

Moans immediately left your mouth. “I forgot how good you feel around me” Peter groaned. He moved back out before slamming back in, he moved in a steady pace, you became more slick by the moment, making it easier for him to move in and out. You placed your hands on his back and your nails scratched his clothes.

“Yes Peter~” you moaned loud, you were sure that the neighbors could hear you, but you didn’t really care. His thrusts became sloppy and you walls clenched around him, “Can I cum?” you asked him with a ragged breath. “Yes, cum all over me” Peter ordered you, you tipped over the edge and cane with a scream of Peter’s name. The feeling of you so tight around him made Peter cum too.

He placed his head in the crook of your neck, his soft cock was still inside of you, as he panted. “I really love you”

“I love you too” you smiled you placed your lips on him and this kis wasn’t like the other’s you had that day, it was sweet.

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cup1d-ends-here · 5 years

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Tony Stark x Reader x Steve Rogers | Kisses are the Best Remedy (Pt.2)

Prompt: School starts back and your friends are only a shell of what they used to be. The only people you can think about are your boyfriends and how much you already miss them.

Rating: R 18+

Genre: Smut, fluff, agnst

Warnings: Polyamory, large age gap, reader is 18, Steve x Reader, Tony x Reader, Steve x Tony, sex toys, captain kink, daddy kink

The cool breeze of spring wind glided across the windows of the compound. The soft morning sun accompanied it. You slowly opened your eyes and sighed. School. A wave of dread crashed upon you. You looked at you two boyfriends peacefully asleep. Tony’s head had somehow ended up on the other end of the bed and Steve seemed to have not moved an inch. You chuckled and Tony’s cuteness. You turned to Steve and started kissing his neck slowly. He moaned slightly but didn’t wake up so you leaned into his ear.

“Stevie~” You whispered and bit his earlobe. His eyes fluttered opened and his face turned a shade of pink.

“Doll!” He whined and you chuckled kissing his cheek.

“Let’s go wake up Tony,” you giggled as the both of you looked at him. Steve took the blankets off of himself to move to the other side of the bed. He stood up, shirtless and in grey sweat pants. You bit your lip and clenched your thighs slightly and he smirked.

“Later, Baby Doll,” he smirked and sent you a flirty wink. It was your turn to go pink and you nodded slightly. Steve made his way to Tony and he bent down stroked Tony’s messy bed hair. You straddled Tony’s firm ass and giggled. Steve leaned in close to Tony and kissed him. You did the same then Steve whispered in his ear.

“Wake up, Baby Boy,” he purred and Tony stirred a little.

“Tony~” You sang and pressed your breasts onto his back. You started moving your hips against his ass. Steve saw this and growled slightly, placing his hand on your ass.

“I said later when we all can join,” he grumbled and you giggled, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek. Tony groaned and opened his eyes, looking at Steve’s handsome body.

“Morning, Handsome,” Tony smirked then shuffled his body around so he laid on his back. “Hey, Gorgeous,” he smiled and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. You smiled back at him and he grabbed your hips while smirking. “Best get off before Stevie gets too jealous,” he whispered and you turned the colour of Tony’s Iron Man suit.

“Alright you two, get up,” Steve order and you reached out your arms and he picked you up. Your nether regions rested against his and you wiggled your hips as subtly as you could. Steve obviously noticed. “You know what, Doll?” He said putting you back down on the bed. “You’ve been really naughty and the day hasn't even begun. You’ll wear this all day. FRIDAY will alert me if anything happens to it,” he said his ‘Captain Voice’ and you felt yourself get a little wet.

“I understand, Captain,” You nodded and he smirked.

“Good.” He left to go to the wardrobe and came back with a red, silicone chastity belt. You clenched your thighs and Tony was semi-erect. He looked to you and gave you a cocky smirk and you rolled your eyes.

“Open your legs,” Steve ordered as he came back. You bit your lip and did so.

“Tony, hold them in place.” Tony nodded, still smirking and held them firmly. Steve kneeled down and slid your booty shorts and panties off. He slid on the chastity belt and locked it once he had finished with the many straps. He put your panties and shorts back on and placed a kiss on your head and Tony’s. “Let’s get ready.”

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The three of you finished showering and getting changed. You pulled together a decent outfit that consisted of Tony’s arc reactor shirt tucked into a skirt, thigh highs, black converse high tops and the ring Steve got you for your birthday. And the chastity belt of course. The three of you made your way to the kitchen to have breakfast. Once you finished, you jumped onto the couch with Bucky and Thor who were watching Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.

“This ‘movie’ is quite interesting!” Thor exclaimed then turned to you. “Lady (Y/N), you’re a mortal, did you attend ‘Hogwarts’?” You giggled and shook your head.

“No, Thor. Hogwarts is a fictional place,” you informed him and his shoulders deflated a little. You patted his shoulders and stood up. “Well, I have to go. Bye Bucky, bye Thor.” Said pair replied with a wave. You walked over to your boyfriends and you swung your bag over your shoulder. “So, who’s taking me today?” You asked and grabbed a handful of Tiny Teddies Clint was eating.

“OI!” He yelled and you laughed running away quickly. Steve put down his phone and fixed his leather jacket.

“Both of us,” he said and you smiled. “Let’s go,” Steve added and Tony shoved the remaining cereal into his mouth and ran to catch up.

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You reached the garage and got in the back seat. Steve got into the driver seat and Tony went into the passenger side. The car started and off you went to hell on earth.

About five minutes into the drive, you came across a particularly bumpy road and you involuntarily clenched your thighs but the belt wasn't helping. Steve glanced into the rearview mirror.

“(Y/N), legs apart. Don’t you dare close them,” Steve commanded in his Captain Voice once again. You felt even wetter but complied. Tony smirked and rested his hand on Steve’s thigh. Steve placed his hand on top of Tony’s and rubbed it. You frowned then pouted and looked out the window. “If you continue being a jealous little brat I won’t hesitate to make your punishment worse,” Steve informed you. You nodded but Steve wasn’t satisfied. “Use your words, Baby Doll.”

“I understand, Captain,” You said and the two of them smirked.

“Also, don’t think I won’t tell Steve or punish you myself if I catch you doing anything naughty,” Tony added licking his lips.

“Yes, Daddy,” you nodded and the pair of them smirked.

“Good girl, let’s see how you do today,” Steve said as he drove into the school’s parking lot.

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He parked the expensive car and a few people stole awe-filled looks at it. Tony and Steve turned around to look at you and you leaned forward and pulled Tony in for a goodbye kiss. You placed your hand on his cheek and he nibbles your bottom lip. He smirked as you gasped then pulled away. You turned to Steve and he pulled you in for another kiss. He ran his tongue across your bottom lip and he slipped it in quickly before pulling away. You felt your face heat up and Steve chuckled.

“Thank god for tinted windows,” you mumbled and pulled your bag on your shoulder.

“Wouldn’t want anyone seeing you make out with Captain America and Iron Man,” Tony chuckled and winked at you. You smiled and waved at them.

“Bye boys~” you sang and closed the door. You swung the other strap of the bag over your shoulder and headed to the stairs that lead into the school. As you headed in that direction, you crashed into the one person at school that made it bearable, Peter Parker. You smiled and hugged him tightly. “Hey, Pete!” You exclaimed and he returned a greeting. You rubbed your thighs together slightly and tried to discretely pull the belt down a little as it was riding up really tightly. Your phone buzzed and you picked it up and look at the message.

Capsicle💦💙

Hands to yourself, Princess.

Your head snapped to the car. Although you couldn't see them through the tinted window, you could already picture their smug looking faces. You rolled your eyes, smiling and turned back to Peter.

“Everything okay?” He asked and you nodded. He followed your gaze to the sleek, expensive, black car as it reversed and drove off. “That is a very nice car,” he said and you giggled.

“Yeah, it is.”

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The first subject you had was double (least favourite subject). Ew. You and Peter reluctantly entered the classroom. You both took a seat next to each other at the back corner. The class started and the teacher was rambling on about something you couldn’t care less about. Your phone buzzed again and you sneakily checked it under the table.

Capsicle💦💙

Put your phone nice and snug against your pussy and leave it there. Do not pick it up.

You bit your lip and replied.

Yes, Captain

You did as he said and slid your phone under your skirt. A few moments went by before you felt an intense vibration from your phone. Steve was calling you. You clenched your thighs tightly and bit your lip hard. He kept calling for about two minutes before the vibrations stopped. Peter turned to you and raised an eyebrow.

“Something wrong?” He asked with concern and you nodded.

“I-It’s nothing.” Your phone buzzed once again and you pulled it from underneath your skirt.

Capsicle💦💙

Enjoy the rest of your lesson ;)

You rolled your eyes and replied with “Not possible but I’ll try.”

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You had managed to survive the day so far. Now it was lunch. Peter was currently eating some of Aunt May’s meatloaf and not too long after that he was complaining about a queasy stomach.

“I swear to god, Peter Parker. If you go home I’ll hunt you down and you’ll never see the light of day again!” You yelled and he giggled.

“I’m sorry, (N/N), but I can’t control May’s meatloaf!” He exclaimed in defence and laughed. The laughing continued until a very familiar group of girls stood near you, sending a death glare right your way. Your eyes widened slightly but then you rolled them.

“I thought you five got over what happened, like, a month ago,” You spat and shoved your phone in the pocket of Steve’s black hoodie you had “borrowed” from a while back. The five girls used to be your closest friends. But when you joined the Avengers you spent less and less time with them and more with your boyfriends and other friends. They started spreading rumours about you that you slept with Flash Thompson and MJ. It was all completely ridiculous but it hurt you for a long time. Eventually, everyone knew the rumours were fake and life went on but they did not. They would not leave you alone. The leader of the group stood forward and chewed on her gum obnoxiously, circling you and Peter. She blew a bubble of gum and laughed.

“You are so pathetic,” the brunette named Gemma chuckled and put her hand on her hip.

“Coming from the one who can’t own up to her mistakes,” you retorted and turned to Pete. “Let’s go.” The girls behind you laughed again and you knew you hadn’t seen the last of them for today.

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Finally, school ended. You sat down on a rock outside, looking for Peter when you received a message.

Penis Parker🕷️❤️

May picked me up. See you tomorrow! :)

You smiled at and replied.

Yup. See ya!

You then texted Steve to see how far away he was. You got a response almost instantly.

Capsicle💦💙

Not far, Baby Girl😘

You smiled and put your phone away. A couple of minutes passed and you spotted the oh-so-familiar expensive car drive into the car park. You stood up and started to head for the car. Steve got out of the car and leaned against it.

‘He’s so fucking hot,’ you told yourself and he smirked when he saw you. You walked over to him and smiled.

“Tony busy?” You asked and he nodded. You were about to hop into the car when you realised something. “Uh, Steve?” You said and he looked at you.

“Yeah, Baby?” He replied.

“I think I left my homework in my locker,” You chuckled sheepishly and he laughed.

“Be quick,” He said and kissed you on the cheek.

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You had grabbed what you needed and you navigated your way through the abandon halls. Once you had collected your homework, you went back to the car.

You walked speedily to the car park but you slowed down when you saw Steve talking to another girl. Gemma. You stood there silently and felt a lump in your throat. Gemma was always better than you. She got every guy you ever liked and she could do things you could only dream of. Being an Avenger was nothing compared to her in your mind. You sniffled back small tears and you bit your lip as she handed Steve a piece of paper. Her number. He took it with that charming smile of his and put it in his pocket. You knew that Steve would never ever cheat, but you couldn’t help but feel insignificant to her. You swallowed your sorrows and walked slowly to the car. Steve spotted you and smiled. Gemma followed his gaze and scoffed.

“What are you doing here?” She spat with a sickly sweet smile on her face. You said nothing, not even looking in her eyes, and made your way to Steve. He wrapped his arms around you and smirked slightly. “This is unbelievable!” She spat with pursed lips.

“In the words of Naruto, you better believe it,” You said with a small smile on your face. She scowled and walked off, tense and angry. You and Steve met gazes and started laughing. Steve leaned down and kissed you on your lips. You both pulled back and sighed.

“Let’s get going, Princess,” He winked and grabbed your butt. You let out a small moan and he glanced at you with a knowing look. You huffed and crossed your arms then got in the car.

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The car ride was silent. Te only thing making noise was the engine and the radio. Steve placed his hand on your thigh and rubbed it.

“Was I a good girl today, Captain?” You asked, breaking the silence. The corner of his lip pulled up and he let out a small laugh, shaking his head.

“Yes, Baby Girl,” He smiled and you did the same. The silence continued on for longer until it was Steve’s turn to break the silence.

“Just wait till you see what Tony has in store for you.”

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spiderparkerimagines · 6 years

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Requests.

I’m trying out writing for a few Marvel characters so my requests are open! The characters that I’ll be writing for are:

*Peter Parker.*

*Bucky Barnes.*

*Steve Rogers.*

*Natasha Romanoff.*

I’ll write clean, smutty, agnst(y), fluffy, and other stuff that I probably forgot to mention, imagines and preferences too. Ps. I don’t write ‘character x character’, but I do write ‘more than one character x reader(Fem or Male, it doesn’t matter)’.

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cosmetologynerd · 6 years

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I Found P. 5.5 (Peter Parker x Reader)

I Found P. 5.5- Eyes Open

Summary: You just moved to New York from your sunny town in Florida and start school at Midtown Science Academy. Immediately after your arrival, you notice the shy, cute science nerd Peter Parker, but you never thought he would notice you, or the way he made you feel.

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Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Warnings: Agnst, Fluff and some mild heart break.

Note: This series is coming to an end, I feel very pleased with the story I have told, and as a result, I will only have a total of 8 parts to this story. I will not leave you without new stories though, my amazing followers. I have a new Loki multi-part fic in the works and a wonderful new Peter short coming soon.

For now, enjoy this new part! It is much shorter than usual but that is simply because I have been struggling with this one and I want to get something out for you guys so I can carry on the story through Part 8. So this is more of a little half chapter :)

[Catch up here! P.1 P.2 P.3 P.4 P.5]

A superhero is defined by more than how he treats his equals. He’s more than just how hard he tries to save the people he loves, whether it be family or strangers. He is judged more by how he fights the villains he takes on. Does he sink to their levels? Does he kill? Or does he subdue them enough to turn them in?

More than that. A real superhero knows when they have a weakness. A true, god it would break them if anything happened to them, weakness.

And the villains, well, they target that weakness when they want to see a hero fall.

Your head ached, you shoulder felt as though it was on fire, and you were in a pitch black room. No door visible to you, and no windows as far as you could tell.

Slowly, you stood up, your headache causing you even more pain that it had before.

A voice arose from one of the darkened corners of the room.

“She’s awake, boss.”

Peter walked down the hall, searching for his girlfriend. She hadn’t been in school all day and she hadn’t responded to his text messages. He knew she wouldn’t be here, but still his feet pounded the familiar path towards her locker, hoping that maybe she had decided to come after lunch.

Homecoming had come and gone, the danger the Vulture had brought gone with it. But his powers were growing, and something still felt off deep inside him. It was as though every fibre of his body was screaming at him, telling him to go out, to find what was making him feel this way, because it was important.

But what could it possibly be? The only thing weird was that [Y/N] wasn’t here. Her locker was shut tight, no beautiful girl standing beside it waiting for him. He shook himself and sighed in frustration. Why won’t she talk to me?

So he left for his patrol. Once he had gone about his usual routine of stopping by Delmar’s and abandoning his bag in an alley, he felt the sensation upon him again. That there was immediate danger, and it was close to him. But the streets below him were calm, not even a cat seemed to be in trouble.

“Karen, scan a perimeter, give me heat signatures that appear abnormal.”

“Sure, Peter. What’s going on?” The AI spoke to him as he watched her scan commence in front of him.

He shook his head before responding, “Something’s wrong. I just don’t know what.”

Her scan was nearly complete when her voice came loud in his ears again. “Incoming call from [Y/N]. Should I reroute to your heads up display?”

“Yes,” he felt himself let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. She was calling him, she was okay. “[Y/N], where have you been? Ned and I tried-”

The deep rumbling voice of a male Peter halfway recognized came through the line instead of her voice. “So, Spider-kid. I take it you’ve been a little anxious looking for her, haven’t you?”

Peter didn’t even have to speak to clue Karen in to trace the call.

“Who is this?” Peter tried to speak quietly, deadly, even but he heard the wavering in it.

Suddenly, though it was muffled, he heard [Y/N] speak, calling out a warning to him. “Don’t come! I’ll be okay! DON’T-” But then she was silenced and the man on the phone laughed.

“Staten Island Ferry. Remember me now, boy?”

“Leave her out of this,” Peter spoke, images of that occurrence flashing before him as Karen pulled up video footage, attempting to get a voice match.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” he growled, lowly. “Keep your eyes open on your patrol tonight, you just might see her hanging around.” The line went dead.

Whoever this man was, he had her. Karen spoke to him again. “Voice match failed.”

“Call tracking?”

“Failed.”

He stared out over the horizon, the sun still high in the sky. “It’s going to be a long night, Karen.”

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spideymybucky · 7 years

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Last a Life time

Peter x Reader, Peter x Liz for a moment, Ned, MJ

Summary: Peter and reader love each other without knowing it

Warnings: AGNST, bad words, self-hate????. Yeah thats good

word count: 3K+

(Y/N) wasn’t ready to face the truth, god she wasn’t ready to be lead down, but being ready didn’t matter to life. You could say that life was never fair to (Y/N), and that was an understatement. (Y/N) has had a hard life all through her childhood and part of her adolescence. She had to work, study and take care of her sister. Her parents were there, but just not there. They would come home time to time, bring money and food but disappear for the longest time, and the one in charge was (Y/N). It had always been like that, she was used to it.

Everything changed when social security found out about (Y/N) and her sister, making them move with their aunt to New York. She was excited, how can she not? Finally (Y/N) could be a normal teenager and concentrate in herself. She had waisted so much time, taking care of her sister that she hadn’t had a friend in years. It was time for her, time to live. But, life had other plans. Once they were in New York, (Y/N) was enrolled to Midtown High school. She had always been intelligent, loved science and this was perfect for her.

Her first few days at midtown were awkward. Everyone had settled into groups and she was in limbo, bot really knowing where she belonged until chemistry class. Mr. Warren, decided to partner (Y/N) with Peter Parker, the class most academically fulfilled student. That day, was the start of an amazing friends ship, that lead to an incredible crush that only MJ knew about.

“(Y/N), you with us?” Ned asked. She looked at him and nodded. They were all at Peter locker, not really talking about anything interesting. Lately, Ned and Peter had been acting strange, leaving her behind and making her feel unwanted all over again, but she knew better than to act on her emotions. Acting up would lead to her being lonely, and she feared that.

“Ok, I’m gonna try and talk to Liz. Is my hair ok? How do I look?” He said staring at (Y/N). She swallowed deeply and smiled.

“You look fine, you’re gonna be great.” Peter nodded, and kept mumbling underneath his breath. Chanting word of encouragement. He went straight to Liz and they started talking, (Y/N) couldn’t watch.

“You ok (Y/N)?” Ned asked. He had those worried puppy dog eyes, that made (Y/N) heart melt. She smiled, a small and broken smile, and nodded.

“I’m going to be ok.” She said mostly to herself.

“C’mon, lets go to class.” Ned said, while slightly dragging her away. It was always like this to her, an unfair life. She was happy for Peter, god how could she not be but she was also heartbroken.

Lunch came sooner than expected, she sat at her normal seat with MJ, Ned and Peter were no where to be seen. Her friendship with MJ was weird, sometime she felt close to her and other times like they were polar opposites, but either way she lover her.

“Did you hear the rumor?” MJ cautiously spoke. (Y/N) shook her head and raised an eyebrow.

“What rumor?” MJ smiled at her, sorry evident in her features.

“Liz and Peter are now a thing. Don’t really care much, but I just wanted to tell you before… you know…” (Y/N) sadly smiled and nodded.

“It doesn’t matter MJ, I knew nothing was going to happen. Never had my hopes up.” She stated. MJ nodded and continued reading her book. (Y/N) felt lost, Ned and Peter weren’t probably coming, it wasn’t the first time this happened but it felt heavier this time. She felt left out, as if she was the new girl all over again. (Y/N) stood up and threw the rest of her lunch before bumping into someone. She looked up to see Peter staring down.

“Hey, (Y/N) Sorry we’re late. It just that, you know I was with Liz and Ned came, but we’re gonna make it up to you. I promise.” (Y/N) smiled and shook her head, leaving Peter near their table. All she wanted was to be left alone with her thoughts.

“Did I do something wrong?” Peter asked looking at Ned, as (Y/N) left his side.

“Not that I know of.” Ned said.

“God, you’re helpless.” MJ stated glaring at Peter and Ned, as they coward away. She stood up leaving the confused boys.

As the week progressed, (Y/N) was getting better at avoiding Peter. They only had one class together, which was advanced chemistry. It was Thursday, Lab day with Peter. Sometimes if Mr. Warren was in a good mood, that could change partners and she was hoping he was. She really didn’t want to be with Peter. She felt bad, about ignoring him, but it was the easiest way out. She had to figure out how to stop loving him.

“And then, I swear to god, I saw Spiderman.” (Y/N) entered the class talking to Jenny, a friend that had nothing to do with Peter. It felt good to talk to someone who was clueless about his existence, or just didn't`t care enough.

“That’s cool Jenny, wanna sit with me?” Jenny looked at the board and shook her head.

“Can’t, Warren wants us to seat with our designated partner and do the experiment.” (Y/N) looked at her confused and followed he gaze. Written with black marker, Warrens instructions were there. Her plans fell out of view. Damn it, she thought, Why can life just work my way for a day?

(Y/N) sat next to Peter, slouching in front of him. His eyes just stared at her, she was completely ignoring him and in a way it bothered him. He really didn’t know why, but it did. Had he done something wrong? Said something wrong? All Peter wanted to do is figure out why she was mad. He missed (Y/N) even though he didn’t want to admit it.

“Hey (Y/N), I-I haven’t seen you around. Are you ok? Sure you are. How’s your sister? I miss going over. I-i called y-you yesterday, yeah, and you didn’t answer…” (Y/N) looked at him, just looked. No emotion was really shown, and that worried Peter, her usual (Y/E/C) eyes shinned but now they were dull, in fact tired.

“Peter, I’m ok. I’ve just been busy.” Her voice was strained, as if talking to him was an obligation. Peter nodded at her, his brown eyes roaming her face, trying to get a glimpse of emotion but failing. (Y/N) started the experiment before Peter. She wanted to get this over with and leave.

As the class progressed, (Y/N) and Peter entered a routine. They would only talk if necessary, if not they would communicate by nudges and nodding. Peter felt sad looking at his friend, hell one of his best friends, ignoring him without even a cause. He tried really hard to remember what he might’ve done, but nothing came in mind. And as Peter thought, the bell rang without warning. He stood up, following (Y/N) but Liz grabbed his arm. Her doe like eyes watched him and Peter, for the first time, felt annoyed by them. (Y/N) glanced at Peter, capturing his eyes for a second, just a second, but than he left with her.

Life was unfair, really unfair to her. Its something that you get used to, she thought. But that was life, Liz and Peter were meant to be and poor (Y/N) just had to watch them, even though it hurt, and did it hurt. Why couldn’t it just stop hurting?

Weeks passed and (Y/N) just fell out of their small group, entering limbo again. Sure she would eat lunch with MJ from time to time, and sometimes talk to Ned or go to the movies with him. But Peter was never there with them, she didn’t want him there and that was their unspoken rule. Most of the time, (Y/N) would be found at the library, sure her grades had gotten up. She even surpassed Peter in most subject, which was a huge victory, but their was none to celebrate it with. She felt lonely all over again, and she knew she brought it upon herself. Fucking hell, she knew it but her feelings were still there. She needed to get rid of them, so stupid her decided to go to Liz Allen’s party. She was gonna drink till oblivion and make stupid decision. She was going to forget about him.

(Y/N) put on her black skin tight jeans, the ones that made her booty pop, with a black bralette and a see-through white shirt. Her (Y/H/C) hair was styled in mermaid waves and her make up on point, red lipstick, contour and smokey eyes. She looked perfect, she needed to feel perfect. With a last glance at her mirror, she walked out and into the night. MJ, who surprisingly accepted to take her, was staying outside.

“MJ, hey” (Y/N) smiled. MJ looked surprised, because she had never seen her friend dressed so nice. It was refreshing, seeing (Y/N) so happy and excited.

“Hey, lets go” (Y/N) nodded and got in the car, which MJ’s mother was driving. Both the girls were talking about school, not mentioning Peter or Ned. It felt good, specially to (Y/N) because finally her feelings were at ease. She knew what might happen at the party, and sure Peter was going to be there, no doubt about that, but it was her night and none was going to take that from her.

“Thank you Mrs Jones.” (Y/N) said while closing the cars door. A small sigh left her mouth, the butterflies were starting to kick in but she pushed it all aside, as they started walking. They got in fairly quickly, and inside the house was in full party mode. Flash was screaming “Penis Parker” through the mic, while Peter was no where to be seen. People were dancing and screaming, some where playing games and others were just there, talking to their friends.

Everything was going perfect, she was with MJ in the kitchen eating some toast and talking about boys and whatever until Peter appeared. (Y/N) turned around, for no reason, and locked eyes with him, making him stroll down to where they were with, no other than, Liz Allen. God, this was what she was avoiding.

“(Y/N) I didn’t know you were coming.” Liz smiled, showing her perfect pearled teeth. She hated her, she really did or wanted to.

“Hey MJ.” Peter mumbled, looking straight at (Y/N). She looked pretty, he thought. He had never seen her like that, all dressed up. It was new to him, seeing her like that, and a tingling feeling just bubbled up. He wanted to touch her but Liz was there, his dream girl. He wanted her, right?

“You coming, Pete?” Liz broke his train of thought. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek, slowly following her but, at the same time, he was secretly glancing at (Y/N).

“I shouldn’t have come. Why did I come?” She looked at MJ, and she just shrugged not sure how to answer.

“I thought you were over him.” MJ stated. (Y/N) just looked at her and shrugged. She thought she was.

“I need a drink.” (Y/N) stated looking for a cup.

“I don’t think that a good idea.”

“I really need it, MJ.” MJ just let her go, not wanting to be on (Y/N)’s bad side.

(Y/N) went looking for a drink, any thing to be in fact. She just wanted to forget everything, even her stupid name. She just needed to forget and all would be ok again. She grabbed the bottle of vodka and purely drank it, not caring about anything and specially not the screams of encouragement. God, who had she become?

The minutes passed and the alcohol wasn’t doing an immediate effect on her, so she drank some more. She would down anything she had her hands on, drinks that tasted like shit and some that tasted good. In the process of dancing with a random guy and drinking, she started feeling happy. She didn’t remember much, not really thinking about anything. She was just having a good time until someone pulled her.

“Hey..” She slurred out. She steadied herself and looked up at those brown-doe eyes she loved. Damn it, she though, not him again.

“God (Y/N), how much did you drink?” Peters soft voice resounded in her ears.

“Just a little, I swear… This much” She said, showing him with her fingers. Peter chuckled and shook his head. He had never seen her like this, so vulnerable to the world and it scared him. What would’ve happened to her if he hadn’t come? Would someone look out for her? Why the hell was he worrying about her and not Liz?

“God (Y/N), who are you going home with?” Peter said, dragging her to the kitchen. She shrugged, not really caring.

“MJ, my lovely hot friend, was going to take me but I can’t find her.” She pouted at Peter. He let out a chuckle, giving her a cup of water.

“You should drink this and then we’re going home.” He said pushing the water towards her, as she shook her hand violently.

“I don’t know you, I’m not gonna drink this, Who are you?” (Y/N) questioned. She looked at the boy and tried to leave the kitchen, but failing ultimately.

“C’mon (Y/N), you do know me. I’m Peter, remember?” She looked at him intensely, analyzing all of his features.

“You’re not Peter. If you were Peter, you would be with Liz instead of me.” She stated matter of factly.

“Thats not true, yo- He’s your f friend and I- he would obviously help you.” Peter said looking at her beautiful eyes. He had never noticed how her eyes squinted at him, trying to decipher her thoughts. He never really noticed her and he was starting now, or maybe he had noticed her but, just recently accepted it.

“No, he wouldn’t. He forgot all about me since his with Liz, or maybe I pushed him away. Who knows…” She slurred out.

“Why would you push him away?” Peter questioned her. She had captured his full attention now. He wanted to know why she had been acting so distant, so unlike her. He wanted to know if it was something he had done.

“You can’t tell Peter though, he would freak.” She said pointing a finger towards him.

“Cross my heart.” Peter replied, while crossing his heart. She smiled, a full on smile that made his heart stop.

“ Well, if you must know I lo-”

“(Y/N)!” MJ screamed, slapping her hand towards (Y/N)’s mouth. She was about to spill the beans and MJ wasn’t going to be part of that, not now.

“MJ, what the hell?” Peter shouted. She had to come and ruin everything, Peter thought. He was just about to find out why his best friend and the girl he might love - but still won’t admit it- is avoiding him. He really did hate her right now.

“C’mon (Y/N) lets go. My mom’s gonna kill me if you get and drunker.” MJ said trying to get (Y/N) to follow her. She really needed to leave.

“I’ll take her, if it’s too much trouble for you.” Peter mumbled.

“What?” MJ screamed.

“I said I’ll take her. I know where her house is, and her aunt knows me. Any way, if she doesn’t sober up I could just call her aunt and tell her she’s staying with me. They know me.” MJ looked at him, sure he mad a valid point but she was still worried about (Y/N). She was about to spill her most internal secret, but was that a bad idea? Peter needed to hear it too, get his head out of the gutter and realize Liz was just a cover up for his feelings.

“Ok, whatever. Text me if anything happens.” MJ left, getting into her mothers car and praying that nothing happened to (Y/N), one of her best friends. Peter looked at (Y/N) and carried her. She was in no position of walking, and the fast way to get her to his house was swinging, thats what he did.

When the got there, to Peter rooms, (Y/N) looked at Peter, still not recognizing him. She was way over her head, all disoriented and dumb. He had never seen her like that, drunk out of her mind and it, kind of, worried him.

“I thought you were talking me home through the air like superman and Lois.” She mumbled.

“Yeah, well I don’t think its a great idea.”

“Yeah, me neither. Aunt Linda might flip out if she saw me like this, all drunk and stupid.” She said, laying on the bed. Peter looked at her, not knowing how to ask what her problem was with him. He wanted to know, and its true what they say because curiosity did kill the cat.

“Why do you hate Peter?” He slowly said, sitting next to her sprawled body.

“I don’t hate him, he’s to nice to hate.” She slurred out. He nodded at her, or maybe to himself cause she wasn’t looking.

“Than why are you ignoring him.” (Y/N) opened her eyes, she looked at the top of the bunk bed and shrugged.

“I guess, It’s hard for me to see him with Liz.” She whispered.

“Why?” Peter asked.

“Because I love him.” Her voice cracked and a tear slipped, falling down towards Peters comforter.

“What?” Peter asked dumbfounded at her confession. He had never imagined her to love him and he had never thought that maybe he felt the same way. His stomach was knots and his breath shaky, this was to much for him, and to much for her too.

“Yeah, It started with a small crush, you know? He was so nice and wonderful. He was always incredible, sure sometime I would feel left out but most of the times he would try and include me.” Peter looked at her, his eyes feeling up with joy and excitement. He never truly liked Liz. It had been (Y/N) all along. How was he so stupid? How could he be so dumb? Ned always mentioning you and how sad he felt when you started ignoring him. How he secretly followed you on your walks or when you would go to the mini market at midnight. It had always been you.

“He was the first to make me feel appreciated and important, after everything with my parents. Maybe I give him to much credit and to little to me. I don’t know.” She said smiling though her tears. “But he doesn’t like me and thats ok.” She stated, slowly falling asleep.

“I think he does, more than you know.” He quietly said. He did love you and when you woke up he would tell you, love you and be there for you. Everything and changed for him. You were it for him, you had always been. This was the start of something to last a life time.

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letstrysomefanfic · 7 years

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I Thought We Already Weren’t PART 3 (Peter Parker x Reader Angst)

Word Count: 1,772

Warnings: angst... lot’s of it

A/N: So wow i gotta admit this one’s gotta be the saddest i think out of all the parts haha sorry (not sorry) and hey, if you want, it hurts more if you listen to ‘Amnesia’ by 5SOS (just a thought, if you’re into feeling rly sad whilst reading this). But wow thanks so much to all those who’re enjoying this request-oneshot-turned-series! I’m soooooo glad you guys are loving it cuz i’m having such a ball writing it! ❤️❤️ So anyway I think I’m gonna be doing one last part after this, cuz i have such a great way of ending it, i think but more on that later ;} (also i didn’t edit or proofread this really so sorry for grammar lol)

again, anon, if you’re out there THANK YOU for this request ❤️❤️

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

“Helloooo? Earth to Peter…” Liz summoned Peter from his deep thoughts about what Flash could possibly try to do tonight to ‘wow you’. He jerked his head toward her, off his propped up forearm.

“Sorry,” he stammered. “What were you saying again?”

“I was just asking what you got for number four ‘cause my equation looks different from yours…” Liz looked at him with concern. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

“Hm? Yeah yeah, no yeah I’m good,” he squeaked. Crap he thought.

“Are you sure, Peter? Because you’ve been—”

“Liz, I’m fine,” he snapped. She withdrew a little, eyebrows still furrowed with worry. Peter immediately regretted speaking so sharply; he knew she was only worried and wasn’t trying to be annoying. But every time he was with her he felt guilty. He would spend the entire time in her company trying to force himself to not feel that way, or at least figure out why; but he just couldn’t.

“Okay, come on,” she grabbed ahold of Peter’s wrist firmly and led them away from their library table.

“What—where’re we going?”

Liz led them up the stairs, through the science wing, up the narrow fire escape stairway, until they finally hit open air. She leaned back on an AC unit, and even though her arms were crossed, her face was soft and expectant.

“Look, I know I’m not supposed to push and stuff if you don’t want to tell me what’s going on,” she began. “But, Peter, you gotta give me something! You have to talk to me.”

“W—What?” he stammered. “We are talking, what do you mean I don’t want to tell you what’s going on? Nothing’s going on…”

Liz cocked her head at him, “Nothing going on? Peter, you haven’t been yourself lately, and it’s making me kinda worried.”

Peter hung his head. The last time he had a conversation about him not being himself still stung potent in his mind. The last thing he wanted now was for this discussion to end up like the last one.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been myself lately,” he pleaded. “I just… honestly just… I… I don’t know what’s going on with me, like I’m trying to figure it out but I just can’t and—” Peter faltered when he saw Liz’s eyes. The worry was hidden behind a deep sadness that he didn’t even know could be seen through someone’s eyes. “What?” he shakily asked.

“I know what’s going on with you, Peter,” Liz whispered. “And I think you know it too, but you don’t want to admit it. God, this sucks,” she muttered. She glanced up, blinking rapidly, trying to put back the tears that were forming against her will. “But that’s what makes you all the more so… so… so good and this so fucking hard.”

Peter couldn’t even speak. He could feel his old friend, guilt, clawing up his stomach and latching onto his chest. He knew what was coming, and he knew why, but he didn’t want to believe it. Part of him wanted what was coming too, but not like this. No, this was going to hurt too much.

Liz took a shaky breath, “I know you haven’t been hanging around Ned and (Y/N) as much. I know you and (Y/N), had like this… this falling out kinda thing. I know you haven’t been the same since that. I know you see me differently now, even though you try so hard to fight against it and not show it, and for that, Peter, thank you. Because I know that that’s so hard to do.

“But I also know how you look at her—don’t feel guilty; you can’t help it. You know you can’t keep a secret to save your life. It’s also just one of those things no one can help or hide. I’ve seen the way you look at her, Peter. It’s okay,” she uncrossed her arms and gripped Peter’s shoulders. His eyes were welling up as well, no matter how hard he clenched his throat or bit his lip. “That way you look at her, Peter? You used to look at me just like that, when you thought I wouldn’t notice. Well, there was less sadness in your eyes then, but considering all things now…”

Peter regretted that what she was saying was true. It was every little thing that had gone through his mind these past couple weeks, but refused to truly believe. He wished it didn’t have to be like this. There had to have been some other way this could’ve played out where no one was crying, where no one was regretting anything.

The only thing he could muster out was a small, “I’m sorry…”

Liz pulled him into a hug. For the first time in weeks, this one didn’t feel empty. Peter didn’t feel distant or like he wanted it to be over so it wouldn’t feel awkward. This was a hug he didn’t want to step away from because it felt real.

“I know,” she whispered. “But I don’t want to be part of the reason you’re not happy.” They stood there, softly holding each other for what they knew was probably the last time. “I just regret not asking sooner. I can’t imagine what it must be like, carrying that around with you all this time…”

“You don’t deserve this,” Peter mumbled into her hair. He felt her exhale a chuckle.

“Yeah, but,” she pulled away, looking down, “life isn’t really about deserving, is it?”

Peter echoed her movements, anxiously twiddling his fingers as Liz began to walk back to the exit.

“Just promise me, you guys’ll both figure it out, okay?” she called back. Peter looked up at her, forcing himself to nod. Liz’s lips pursed into a bittersweet smile, and she turned and shut the door behind her, leaving a physically, mentally, and emotionally numb Peter.

Sightings of Spiderman had doubled within these last few weeks, and the crime rate dropping by nearly the same amount. Many were applauding his productivity, wondering how Queen’s local hero had become so efficient and driven lately.

But you and Ned knew why. It was his distraction. Like those Flash dates had been for you. At least Peter’s was more constant and fulfilling than just your two hours every week.

It wasn’t like the hot air balloon lunch upstate wasn’t completely distracting, or the early screening of some new movie Flash was into (seriously impressive, you had to admit). They worked, but just for a short while. And once you really thought about it, you found that you felt worse afterward than you did before. You were just reminded of how you were trying oh so hard to forget the main reason you were doing those dates in the first place. It was like how you try so hard to forget something that you end up having it come to mind more.

Once Peter and Liz ended things, it didn’t stop your pain. But it did make you realize what you were doing was pointless. So you ended it. Not like Flash cared much anyway. But why make Peter suffer anymore than he was already. He didn’t need the weight of seeing you with Flash, added on to his guilt and sadness from Liz, crushing him more.

“So what do you wanna watch now?” Ned asked, scrolling through the menu.

“I’m cool with anything really.”

As he selected ‘Ferris Buller’s Day Off’, he passed you the popcorn bowl. “So… have you talked to Peter yet?” he tried to ask lightly and casually.

You sighed, “You know I haven’t.”

Ned turned to you, his voice dropping into a more serious tone. “I think it’s about time you guys face this head on, you know? Confront it. Confront him. Well maybe not confront him, but at least talk to him—”

“Honestly, Ned, I think I’m just gonna feel a whole lot shittier if I do that.”

“Well I can’t keep being the mediator between you two! Honestly I always feel like I have to evenly split my time between you two, running from one end of school to the other just to hang with my two best friends, who don’t even want to talk to each other!”

“You know you don’t have to do that, Ned.”

“I know but I do anyway. ‘Cause I love you guys and if I can do anything to help you guys be happy, I will! So, that’s why I’m saying you guys need to talk.”

“I don’t even know if he’s ready, you know? To talk? I mean it’s only been like what? Two weeks since, you know... That’s not that long—”

“Pretty sure he is now.”

“‘Pretty sure’?”

Ned glanced up from his phone. “Almost positive,” he assured.

You stared at the floor, contemplating whether it was worth it to or not to reopen that wound. You knew you both knew that you had hurt the other. What you didn’t know was whether you were ready to admit why. Why you were hurt in the first place, why you hurt him in return.

Suddenly the bed lurched as Ned leapt off of it, jerking you out of your head. “Sorry, I uh—,” he stumbled to shove his feet back in his shoes. “—I gotta go, I just remembered my mom set a new curfew, so… yeah.”

“What?” your brows furrowed. “Since when?”

“Since now, apparently?”

“What?”

“Sorry, (Y/N)! Enjoy Ferris Buller without me, I’ll see you Monday!” he sped out your door.

“Okay…? Bye?”

As your front door slammed shut with a loud BANG, you pulled out your phone and texted Ned to let you know when he got home. Reading the clock’s display of 10:41, you found it odd that Ned would suddenly barge out like that. You figured you could interrogate him on it back in school, so you laid back and started to scroll through your phone. As early as it was, you found yourself dozing off. Your eyes had just fluttered closed when—

*tap tap tap*

You bolted up, eyelids heavy, not sure if you had really heard it. Grabbing the remote, you shut the TV and listened again. Nothing. Beside you, your phone buzzed and you read Ned’s message.

You up still? it read.

Yeah why???? you replied.

No later had you hit the send button did you hear the window tapping again. You were sure it was real this time, and your body automatically responded faster than your mind did. Throwing the curtains back and raising the window, your heart beat up to your brain. You had no idea where this was going to take you. As you saw those fluffy brown curls amongst the scarlet and blue, your breath caught.

“Hey.”

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I Found P.5 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Todays part is inspired by this beautiful song. Enjoy!

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Warnings: Agnst, Fluff and some mild heart break.

[Catch up here! P.1 P.2 P.3 P.4]

Part 5- Writings on the Wall

Peter looked up into the sky, thoughts consuming him. You had left that room so fast, he hadn’t been able to stop you. He wanted to reach out, grab you by the hand and tell you you were right, and show you just how much you meant to him. You knew who he was, and that put you in danger, but you seemed more than willing to risk yourself to be with him- until he broke you. He knew he had when he hadn’t answered you- it was written all over your face. But how could he put you in danger? How could he do that to you? How could he take someone so pure and who made him feel alive and risk her life just to get the chance to hold her close.

It was simple- He couldn’t. He couldn't ask you to put yourself in danger. Sure, no one he had faced knew his true identity. But he had been careless once, causing you to find out in the first place.

What if he was careless again? Someone would take full advantage of knowing who he held closest to his heart. Knowing who he would risk everything for. He knew without a seconds hesitation that it was you.

Beautiful, sweet and innocent, [Y/N]. You hadn’t asked for any of this, to be involved with this side of who he was. You had asked for him. For just Peter Parker, the geeky science nerd, and he was ready to ask for you. But he wasn't just Peter Parker anymore. He was Spider-Man. And he had fallen for you faster than he thought was possible, and he feared you had too, remembering the first day you had met. The tingles and electricity that seemed to run though him when your eyes had met that day.

He loved you.

But he couldn’t.

He had to tell you- but if you knew, that made it real.

If it was real you were in danger.

But how could he not tell you?

“Please, tell me what to do, Uncle Ben,” he sighed, looking at the moon. He knew Ben’s answer of course. He knew that Ben would tell him to follow his heart, and that only once he made his feelings clear, could her decision be made. Because it really wasn't up to Peter. It was up to [Y/N].

And with that his decision was made.

I have to see her.

He took off through the night sky, his web shooters making the comfortingly familiar thrip sound as he swung between the buildings. He was already close to your building, as he tried to be at the end of his watch every night, just to get a glimpse of you. Within no time at all, he was clinging to the wall outside your window, his gloved hands shaking with nerves.

He reached a hand out, gently tapping on your window. He watched as your figure stiffened in your desk chair, pausing from whatever you were doing on your laptop. He watched as slowly you turned around in your chair and his heart beat quickened as your eyes landed on his masked ones.

He glanced around him, looking into the night for anyone watching him as he sat outside your room. Seeing no one, he dared speak as your window cracked open slightly, his fingers moving to remove his mask as you looked at him with a strange mixture of emotions on your face.

As his fingers curled around the bottom of his mask, he watched you quickly yank open the window. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get in here before you take that thing off!” You yelled at him while keeping your voice low.

He immediately did as he was told and crawled into your room, thankful to be off of that wall. He heard the sound of your window closing and curtains dropping down, but he kept his back turned to you now.

Here he was, moments before ready to tell you how he felt, to ask for your heart, like he was so sure you had asked for his, and he suddenly couldn’t do it. He couldn’t even keep eye contact with you while he was Spider-Man. How the hell was he going to do that as scrawny Peter Parker from chemistry class?

“Why are you here, Peter?”

Your beautiful voice pulled him from his thoughts and he turned to look at you, realizing his mask was still on. He quickly removed it and he took a step closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he said, looking at you with his brown eyes so intently he was sure you could see into his soul.

He saw you gulp nervously and your eyes darted from his eyes down to his body clad in red and blue spandex. You gulped before looking back at him. You nodded once then spoke softy, “Is there... Anything else?”

He gulped too, his eyes darting down to your lips. They were so soft and pink and oh how he longed to crush them with his, to hold you close and never let you leave, to walk through the hall, hand in hand and show everyone just how lucky he was- but he should’t.

He shook his head, but she smiled at him like she knew what he was thinking. It was as though she knew what he wanted to scream to the world, that he loved her. But he wasn’t ready to say it, and still, she knew. So she nodded and approached him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Just don't be an idiot anymore, okay?”

He laughed. “I’ll try my hardest.”

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I Found P.1 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Apparently I get really rather inspired by songs! I hope you guys enjoy and I plan on there being many parts to this story! This story is inspired by this lovely song I heard on Pandora while studying for my level up exams at school.

Warnings: Agnst, Fluff and some mild heart break.

Part One- Warning Signs

You walked down the halls of Midtown Science Academy trying to just make it from one class to the next. It was day three at this crowded school in New York and honestly, it was lonelier than any school you had ever been at before. It didn’t matter that there seemed to be an abundance of people trying to talk to you, or that your parents had insisted you join the Decathlon team. It didn’t matter that there was at least three times more people here than there was at your old school, or that there seemed to be a friendly smile around every corner. It was just lonely. You were lonely.

Headphones in, playing some sad but oh so beautiful song that would in no way improve your mood, you continued pushing your way through the crowd, your overstuffed backpack fighting you the whole time, and you tugged your grey hoodie closer to you. And then you looked up and saw it. Room A431. Your chemistry classroom had never seemed like more of a sanctuary. The people laughing and milling around you was starting to bother you.

The door was open, awaiting the third period students of Mr. Johnson’s chemistry class and you practically threw yourself into it, greatful for the large empty space. Only, the room wasn’t empty.

Sitting at your normal lab table was a boy with brown hair, pale skin and the most amazing brown eyes you had ever seen. His blue sweater bearing the Midtown school’s logo looked warm and inviting in all the right ways and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. You’d seen him in a few of your classes and he had always made your heart flutter nervously. Though you couldn’t recall his name, you knew he was beyond smart. But why was he at your table? Your normal lab partner was Cindy.

The confusion must have shown on your flushed face. He pointed at the board, “New seating chart. You’re still here though.”

His voice was like pure magic to your ears. It was smooth, and soft, almost like a fine silk. But it suited him in every way possible. You nodded, not saying anything and taking your seat next to him, digging out your text book, notebook and pack of pens. As you started flicking through your notes, the boy turned back to his own notebook and the overwhelming feeling of loneliness came back as the sad song in your headphones swelled up.

“I’m Peter,” he said, a nervous tick to his voice. Your heart leapt, and you reached up to remove your earbuds to better hear his soothing voice.

“Y/N,” you responded quietly.

He nodded and looked down at his notebook. You glanced over to see him rapidly scribbling away, the heading catching your eye. Web Fluid v. 3.45.

“What are you working on?” You asked, the curiosity clear in your voice.

He jumped and pulled more papers over his notebook. “Uh- nothing- just, um... messing around. How are you liking Midtown? I know you’re new here-“

He quickly changed the topic, something that didn’t go unnoticed by you. It made you even more intrigued. But for now you let it slide. “It’s alright- it’s cold,” you reply before you hear the loud ring of the bell signaling the start of class. Immediately the rest of your classmates appeared in the room, groaning as they saw the new seating chart.

But as you looked around, seeing Cindy sit next to a rather cute older boy, you caught Peter’s eye. There was a glint in his eye and it made you smile. You couldn’t explain it but you just knew- something about this boy made you more excited than you’ve ever been. The eye contact felt almost like an intimate affair, it felt wrong to be sharing such a moment here, for everyone to see. You mind was sending out alarms everywhere. It should have been your warning, but instead, you thought it was the sign of the most beautiful thing on earth. The class milled around you, taking their seats and pulling out textbooks. You turned back to your own books, breaking eye contact with Peter, a hot blush rising on your cheeks. It was then that you were glad you wore your y/h/c hair down today since it hid you.

“Alright class, open your books to chapter five...” Mr. Johnson’s voice rang through the room, but you were hardly listening. Your mind was racing a million miles an hour as you thought about the brown haired boy sitting next to you. He had the same look in his eye you had, the same air of excitement when your eyes locked, and was that a blush you had seen?

You chanced a glance over at him and your breathing haulted. He was looking at you too. You felt your face heat up and you both looked away quickly.

Little did you know, either of you, the way that your lives would become tangled together after this day. Neither of you knew just how important you would be to the other. Or that surely, given who he was, the heart ache and dangers that would be thrust upon you both.

No. All you knew was the feeling of butterflies in your stomach and the sound of bells in your head. Warning signs? Sure. But oh how glorious those warning signs were.

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I Found P.4 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Todays part is inspired by this beautiful song. Enjoy!

Warnings: Agnst, Fluff and some mild heart break.

Tag List: @karatyra

[Catch up here! P.1 P.2 P.3]

Part 4: Adore You

Two months had gone by since you’d seen the webbed hero outside your apartment and your suspicion of it being Peter was growing. He always seemed to vanish just before the web shooting hero made an appearance, he was ditching out on classes, and the nail in the coffin, his bruises that he thought he was so good at hiding.

Peter had become a great source of comfort to you. You had decided that he would tell you when he was ready, so you let it go. You moved on and forged a friendship with him that was greater than any you had ever had.

And so, here you sat, on his sofa in his Aunt’s apartment, May attempting to cook in the kitchen (and failing miserably), Peter lounging on the couch, his arm draped over the back of it carelessly, his fingers softly playing with the ends of your hair. A hint of a touch that both of you were afraid to let go any farther.

His phone dinged again and he tensed up slightly.

“What’s up,” you asked him, not really looking up from your phone as you furiously typed away in the comments section on some new blog you followed,

“N-nothing. I’ll be back in a few minutes okay?”

He stood up and immediately you missed the warmth that his body brought, even when he wasn’t really touching you. Now you did look up, your eyes wide, your head tilted slightly. “O-okay?” You glanced back at May, who hadn’t noticed anything going on just feet away in her living room.

Peter looked at you, his chocolate eyes resting onto your glittering ones and he smiled. “It’s about the internship. I have to run out, just real quick. But if i’m not back soon, May will take you home okay?”

You nodded and he smiled warmly at you, causing your heart to flutter slightly and you reached up, kissing his cheek softly. You didn’t realize what you had done until you pulled away, your cheeks as red as a fire engine now.

He rubbed the back oh his neck nervously, laughing slightly before saying goodbye to May, telling her he would be back soon, and then he left. Without so much as a glance back at you.

He withdrew into himself, talking to you only when it was completely necessary for your project. Often times you did catch him turning away from staring at you or trying to muster up the courage to talk to you before giving up and turning the other way. But it was awful having the one person you considered a friend here turn his back on you.

It was a Wednesday when you confronted him. He was running out of the school, looking nervously around him and you decided enough was enough. He can’t ignore me forever. So, you spend up, your eyes alight with a burning rage as you walked towards him. “Hey! Parker!” Your voice rang out, echoing around the nearly empty halls. He froze and slowly turned around to face you.

“Hey, [Y/N].”

He looked down at his shoe as you approached him, hitting his toe against the tiled floor. You brushed a stray piece of your hair behind your ear and felt the familiar heat rise to your cheeks when Peter looked at you.

“Can we talk?” You asked, you voice shaking only slightly as you looked him in his soft chocolate eyes.

He looked back towards the door, then to you, something flashing across his face. ‘Now’s not really a good time...” he said, trailing off. Something that felt a lot like anger flared in your chest and you grabbed him by the front of his zip up hoodie before starting to walk to a deserted classroom. Peter looked flustered, but he followed you all the same. Thoughts raced through your mind quickly about how you would confront him once you had shut the classroom door behind you.

What if he just walked away?

What if he really didn’t want to talk to you?

What if he didn’t need you the same way you knew you needed him?

Had he not felt everything you had?

“When is a good time Peter? You’re too busy being the hero of Queens when we aren’t in class to talk to me anymore.” Your voice cracked slightly as you called him out. His eyes widened and he quickly looked around the room as the words tumbled from your lips. He was silent and you grew more frustrated with him.

You wanted to be strong when you confronted him, and yet here you were, sweater zipped up completely to make you feel safe, arms crossed, face flushed and eyes watering with fresh tears.

Peter stared at you, mouth open, eyes wide. He knew then that you had seen him in the alley. He thought maybe you hadn’t figured it out, but he knew you were too smart to not know.

“You can’t just walk out of my life because you have to go and save everyone else, Parker! I know we haven't known each other long, okay? But-” your hands flew up to your hair in frustration and you let out an angry cry. “I need you in my life, I don’t know why, I just do. So damn it, don’t walk out on me.” Don’t be a part of the reason I’m lonely again.

He just continued to stare at you, his heart racing at hearing those words spill from your lips. I need you in my life. The words he had longed to hear you say since the first day he saw you, but the words he knew he couldn’t hear. He couldn't have you say those words because it made you a target. So he stayed silent.

“Peter,” you said again, your voice strained. “Talk to me- I-”

“I have to go,” he said. You looked at him, your eyes burning with anger once again.

“Fine! Go- I’ll finish the project on my own. Don’t bother coming by this weekend.”

You pushed past him, an ache you had never felt before filling your chest and you clutched tighter to your sweatshirt, hoping that maybe it would hold the broken pieces of your heart together. But you knew it was futile.

The only thing that could put your heart back together had soft chocolate brown eyes, thick curly brown hair and a smile that made everyone around him want to do the same. The only thing that could possibly put your heart back together, was the same thing that just broke it.

Spider-Man broke your heart.

Peter Parker broke your heart.

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I Found P.3 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Warnings: Agnst, Fluff and some mild heart break.

[Catch up here! P.1 P.2]

I Found P.3- Right Here

Rain pattered softly against your bedroom window as you looked into the full body mirror for what must have been the seventeenth time that day, again debating on the outfit you had chosen for your study date with Peter. He had texted you this morning to confirm your address and ever since then, you had been a nervous wreck.

We’re talking cleaned your room six times and tried on at least twelve outfits and styled your hair eight different ways and made sure your makeup was just right nervous.

It didn’t matter that he didn’t seem to return these feelings you got when he was around, you were crushing hard for this boy and nothing could stop it. Faintly, you heard a knock on your apartment door and you gulped. He was here. No going back now. Ripped jeans, a NASA t-shirt and a messy bun with curls framing your face was your outfit. You practically ran to the door.

Peter stood calmly outside the door, waiting. When you opened the door, a smile broke across his face. Not only because it was you, in all your beauty standing before him, but because of your choice of attire. You were clearly just as much of a nerd as he was. “Hey,” he said, a little breathlessly. His mind raced with thoughts of a million things he would love to be able to do; to kiss you, to hold you and never let you go, to tell you who he was- Stop it, Peter. You can’t.

“Hi,” you said, grinning back at him. You moved aside to let him in and he did so cautiously. You showed him to the living room where all your stuff was strewn across the coffee table, the news playing in the back ground. Immediately, it grabbed Peter’s attention. “So, this project-”

“What if we went for a walk instead?”

Peter’s question cut off your own and you looked at him curiously. His brown eyes glittered in a way that showed he was excited about something and it made your heart flutter. “Peter, it’s raining.” You laughed slightly.

His eyes flicked from you to the TV and then back to you. “Sorry, I guess I didn’t notice.” He moved a hand to rub the back of his neck and motioned to the table, taking a seat. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

An hour and a half later, you and Peter sat on the couch, your project long forgotten, some cheesy Disney movie playing on the TV and your legs were flung over his.

“All I’m saying,” Peter continued from your earlier argument, “is that there is no way on this earth that you prefer [favorite movie franchise] to Star Wars!”

You rolled your eyes at the nerdy boy sitting before you, holding your legs tightly, and laughed. “Why? I happen to think at this point, Star Wars is a little played out.”

The look on his face made you laugh even more and Peter scoffed at you. “Played out? Played out?! How could you even think that?”

“Look at it!” You cried out, sitting up and removing your legs from his warm grasp. Immediately you missed the feel of his arms but you played it off. You grabbed your dads Star Wars movies and thrust them into his hands. “The original trilogy is great, but the prequels are trash and the Force Awakens is literally telling the story of A New Hope over again.”

The boy stared at you, his brown eyes roaming over you as he considered what you said. He broke eye contact with you to look at the DVD set in his hands and laughed a little to himself. “You’re right,” he said quietly. You smiled smugly at the boy.

You sat back down on the couch, ready to resume your earlier position of comfort when Peter turned to the window. “Peter?” You reached out to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and you felt the boy tense up.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“What? Why?” you asked him, confusion and hurt mixing throughout your voice. He turned to look back at you and grabbed your hand.

“I had a good time, I just- I have to go.” He seemed very anxious, like he was desperate for you to understand, to let him go without saying anything, that you forgive him.

“Is everything okay?”

He smiled at you and pulled you into a quick hug. “Everything’s fine, I promise. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” And then he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. A hot blush crept up your cheeks as Peter pulled away and practically ran out the door of your apartment, his backpack clutched tightly in his hands.

You walked into your room, a smile on your face as you looked out your window at the city, hoping you would see him walking away. But you didn’t see him- or did you? How could you be sure? He was so far down-

What you saw made your stomach flip. You saw a boy, presumably the same height of Peter in a red and blue spandex suit, spider emblem on the middle of his back, and the familiar tuft of curly brown hair before is was covered by a red mask. The figure turned and looked up, right into your window, his cartoonish eyes widened when it appeared he saw you there and then he jumped onto the wall of the next building over, scuttling up and across it, running towards danger.

Surely you had been seeing things, there was no way you had seen Peter in that suit. You knew that suit, hell, all of Queens knows that suit. It belonged to the masked hero, Spider-Man. But was there no way, no god forsaken way, that Peter was in that suit. Was it?

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