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I have decided that this sideblog is about ready to make a comeback (only 3 years too late). Anyways, I am taking requests for any fics or scenarios you might want to read. Of course I am most comfortable writing marvel characters, but I am willing to try to write for anyone!

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“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed!” (Peter Parker x Reader)

(A/N) WOW! It has been so long since I’ve posted anything ORIGINAL. So this has been sitting in my drafts for like a year and I’ve finally decided it’s worthy enough to be posted. If anyone wants to request anything from me: PLEASE DO, I have literally zero inspiration and I feel as if I haven’t written anything in like 6 years. Anyway, enjoy!

“Peterrrrr….. Just let me in already……. Peteeeee,” I groaned into the apartment door.

“You can’t leave me out here forever… Peter, please?” I dragged out my words, hoping someone would answer the door before the neighbors called the cops on me.

I sat there for a minute leaning my head against the cold wooden door. I heard shuffling behind it. I took a minute to think before coming to a conclusion. I would play dirty to get into that apartment. “Aunt Mayyyyyy.”

Footsteps came running over to the door, the click of the heels giving away who it was. The door opened a second later. In front of me Aunt May’s smiling face.

“(Y/N), how glad I am you’re here,” her smile beamed. She leaned in close to whisper: “Peter wasn’t letting me answer the door for him, but you’re here for me right?”

Aunt May gave me a cheeky grin as she grabbed onto my shoulders leading me into their small kitchen where Peter sat at the table.

I slammed down my book bag on the floor next to me before plopping into the chair across from Peter, staring at him until he looked up from his textbook.

“I was at the door—” I said.

“I heard.”

“Why didn’t you answer the door?” I asked.

“Because I’m mad at you,” Peter said, slamming his textbook closed dramatically before storming off to his room.

“Are you two in some sort of fight?” Aunt May asked with a concerned look on her face, sitting down across from me on the table.

“I guess you could say that…” I said, trailing off at the end of my sentence.

“What happened?” She inquired.

“Well, Peter’s a little salty because I got a better grade on a test—” Peter slammed open his bedroom door then, staring at May and I from his room.

“Aunt May stop talking to this traitor!” Peter demanded, storming back into the kitchen, standing next to Aunt May and myself. “She studied without me!”

“Peter….” I dragged out again.

“No, you promised you would help me study, and then you stayed up all night by yourself studying the notes I helped you write; you’re a traitor!”

“I would’ve loved to help you study, if only you where to be found!” Sarcasm was laced through my voice like venom. “You weren’t here, you weren’t answering your calls; Ii figures you were off doing whatever it is that you’re doing everytime you don’t answer your phone!” Peter got nervous and started to rub his neck, avoiding my eye.

“If you wanted the notes so bad, you could’ve just asked. I’m here everyday anyway,” I said, my voice calmer as I avoided his glance.

“Wait, this was over a chemistry test? Peter you showed me that grade, wasn’t it a 90?” Aunt May asked, trying to slowly catch up on our conversation.

“Yes,” Peter said, “and…?”

“Well that’s a great grade! Why are you arguing over test grades?” Aunt May asked.

“Because she got a 97! The only reason she got that grade was because she was studying without me!” Peter said, basically dismissing the near truce we’d made. “I bet she went to our teacher too—he likes her! I bet he gave her the test questions!”

I gave Aunt May a look that pleaded for help, and it was clear from her face that she was sorry for bringing this topic back up again. “Peter, for the love of god—stop talking!”

Peter went silent and we both stared at Aunt May, shocked that she rose her voice.

“I ordered pizza, by the time it gets here, you both better apologize to one another and start doing your homework—or else.”

“Or else what?” Peter asked, egging her on. She glared at him, unamused.

“Peter, I’m sorry I got a better grade on our chemistry test,” I started, faking a look as if it were the most difficult thing I’d ever said.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry I accused you of being a traitor…,” he paused and looked at me, “and for locking you out of the apartment.”

Aunt May nodded, approving of our apologies. “Now, you both better start homework before it’s too late, we don’t want to miss The Bachelor tonight, do we?” There was a knock at the door, and Aunt May left us to answer it, her money in hand.

I grabbed my book bag from where I dropped it earlier and ran to Peters room, quick to claim the left side of his bed and dumping my notebooks onto the duvet. Peter came in close behind with a box of pizza, sitting on the right side of the bed and keeping the food to himself. He reached inside and grabbed a slice, taking a bite as he watched me open to the notes I took in class today.

“Hey, share jerk,” I said, grabbing the box out of his lap and stealing a slice, all the while he grabbed my notebook and started reading from it.

“Hey, watch it! You’re getting crumbs all over my bed!” Peter yelled, quickly hitting the bed to bounce them off.

“Oh, come on! You got cheese on my notes!” I yelled, quickly trying to pick it off before it left too much of a grease stain or hardened to the page.

Aunt May sat at the table, quietly eating her slice of pizza while the sound of the teens arguing brought her back to reality. She realized something—so long as Peter and (Y/N) were best friends, the bickering will never end.

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Cool? (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Could you do a Peter Parker x reader where the reader is an avenger and she is Peters age and she has a huge crush on him but shes really shy, and barely ever talks to him because she is too shy, but the everyone but Peter knows. and they know that Peter likes the reader also. so they try to get them together? Sorry if this was really long/ confusing!!

(A/N) Y’all I’m sorry I’m such a shitty person, but I feel like I needed to post stuff to keep you guys entertained. I feel as if this wasn’t really what the request wanted but this was the direction it ended  up going in and I hope it’s up to the requesters standards. Also, I must say that this will officially be the first thing that is posted on my main blog. Much love!

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Could you do a Peter Parker x reader where the reader is an avenger and she is Peters age and she has a huge crush on him but shes really shy, and barely ever talks to him because she is too shy, but the everyone but Peter knows. and they know that Peter likes the reader also. so they try to get them together? Sorry if this was really long/ confusing!!

HI! Just about to post this one on my main blog, @teamxparker

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PSA

Hey guys! So, I know, I know… I’m a shitty person. Now I say this because I am officially changing the blogs that I will continue writing on. In the past I’ve posted on this blog: @parkerandstark. However, from now on, I will post all of my writings on my main blog, @teamxparker , and I will reblog all of it to this blog. I will continue to write any requests that come to this blog, and in addition I will write any requests asked in my main blog, and they will be posted on my main one. I hope this isn’t too confusing, and I hope you guys will still enjoy reading my writing. Thanks for you understanding and much love! (Now remember to head over to @teamxparker for updates on my writing!)

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You are an assassin. A little girl has just come up to you, handed you all her pocket money and asked you to kill her abusive relative.

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Hi guysss!!

So, it's been a while. I haven't posted anything in honestly like 3 or 4 months and I'm so sorry for that. But the good news is.... IM DONE WITH SCHOOL! You know what comes next.... more time I get to spend writing these amazing fanfics for you guys. In short, I'm back, and I'm bringing the [writing] thunder.

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I was just trying to be like you. 

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You need to stop carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.

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“If you’re nothing without that suit, then you shouldn’t have it.”

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AU prompts 3

- “we’ve been best friends since high school, you’ve been in a relationship all of that time. you share with me that you’re going to propose but now I realize I’m fucking in love with you please feel the same” au

- “we meet each other at a concert and really hit it off, you give me your number but when I try to call you the next day, it isn’t actually your number. I’m crushed because you obviously have me the wrong number on purpose. but we just so happen to see each other at another concert months later and it turns out you fucked up when you typed it in my phone and you were bummed because you thought I blew you off” au

- “you’re the new kid and your assigned seat is next to me, I always sit by myself since I have no friends because I push them all away but you’re way too determined to get to know me” au

- “you’re an exchange student and my family is hosting you, we might become just a little too close during your stay” au

- “I hate absolutely everything about you and constantly let you know it but then you get sick of me. you’re gone now and all the things I hated are now what I miss the most” au

- “we were best friends a few years back but you left. now you’re back and you’re dating my new best friend, why the hell do I feel so uneasy when the two of you are together?” au

- “your parents hire me to babysit your little brother because you refuse to do it, you always tease me and make fun of me but now that your little brother is in bed, you’re pulling me into you and whispering things that I can’t make out because you’re making me so dizzy” au

- “you’re married and I’m divorced AND still into my ex, our affair is a casual distraction but you reveal that it’s so much more to you as soon as you file for divorce” au

- “you’re a single parent and I’m a kindergarten teacher right out of college, your little girl is my problem student and we always have to do private meetings to discuss her behavior. but something seems really strange when your daughter mentions something about getting candy if she misbehaves” au

- “you work in a music store, I’m your favorite regular and you always reserve the albums of my favorite bands and give me a discount if and only if we can hang out and listen to whatever album I buy together” au

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can you do a part 2 of break up

Yea!

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Are you gonna do part 2 for the break up one by any chance?

Yes I am... just posted!

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Are you going to do part 2 of the break up with peter Parker with a happy ending ?

Hi! Just posted.... although it's not exactly a happy ending yet because I'm writing a third part at the moment. 😁

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Break-Up Part 2 (Peter Parker x Tony Stark's Daughter!Reader)

(A/N) Hi guys! So quite a few of you requested a part two to Break-Up, and in a late night (I’m talking 3 AM) phase, I wrote this. It’s terrible and shitty, and I apologize so much. Don’t worry, despite this being a terrible part two, I’ll let you all know there is going to be a part three, and honestly probably a part four in the future. I have no clue where this is going but hopefully I redeem myself later on.

Bright red lights. Bright red lights, and blaring alarms. I was woken up in the middle of the night, my room glowing red under the emergency system lights, the darkness outside of my window suggested it was still the middle of the night.

I sat up in my bed hesitantly. I knew about this protocol, but it never had to be used. There was never a danger as enough for this. The bright red lights continued to flash slowly, fading in and out. The alarm still blared, but my ears grew used to it, slowly shutting out the noise.

I climbed out of my bed and began walking towards my bedroom door. Fear washed over me, simply for the fact that for once in my life, the emergency protocols were activated. Wherever my dad was, I worried about him. Had he set off the alarms? Or was this a trap? Or, was this all just a drill?

I was hoping this was a drill.

I reached my door, but I wasn’t ready to open it yet, nervous about what was outside. I tapped the touch screen lock next to the door, but the screen never illuminated.

“Jarvis?” I asked the air, my voice hushed. I tapped the glass a few times more. I realized this wasn’t a drill.

I ran over to my closet, quickly opening it and finding the loose floorboard, pulling it up to grab a box. Inside, an early version of my dads armor blasters. It was only the hand piece, but that was all the protection he thought I’d need.

I walked back over to my door, taking a few short breathes before pulling open the door. Immediately I winced, moving my one hand to block the sounds from reaching my ears. The alarms were louder out here, the sound echoing and reverberating louder than from in my room.

I held my one arm straight out, arming myself in case something popped out of somewhere unexpectedly. I walked around the open corridor, searching for any sign or reason for the alarms to have been sounded, but nothing alerted me.

At the same time, I was hoping I’d see my dad, or at least hear him walking around too. But, nothing, his bed seemed undisturbed, and I didn’t see him anywhere on this floor.

After searching the residential floor of Stark Tower, and finding nothing, I disarmed the blasters, placing them on the kitchen island which was positioned on the cusp of the kitchen and main floor lobby.

I stood there for a moment, trying to understand what was happening, when a large tap came from the large windows in front of me. Standing there, or should I say dangling there, was Spiderman, my ex.

I walked over, clearly showing the anger in my face and unlocking the one window, walking away again. Peter struggled to climb in the window, and rushed over to me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, anger rising in my voice.

“Didn’t Mr. Stark, er—your dad tell you? My spider-crime-detector-thing? It’s set up with Stark Tower technology, along with the emergency protocols too.” Peter said, holding up his hand to show me the watch like device. He put his hands up to his face, pulling the mask off. He was slightly out of breath and sweaty—and perfect. I shook my head. “When these alarms started to go off, so did my tech.”

I picked up the arm blaster that I’d placed on the kitchen island and started to walk back to my room. Peter followed, keeping a light jog to keep up with my fast pace.

“JARVIS! PROTOCOL 478, MANUAL DISENGAGEMENT!” I yelled loudly to the ceiling as I walked back into my messy room. The alarms stopped, along with the flashing lights.

“Ms. Stark, is everything alright?” Jarvis, the Towers intelligence system, asked.

“I’m just fine Jarvis. Do you happen to know where my dad is?” I asked as I walked around my room, packing up one of my backpacks.

“Locating Mr. Stark…. Locating Mr. Stark….. Ms. Stark, your father is not on the premises,” the ceiling called back.

“Thank you Jarvis.”

I continued to pack my bag, throwing a few extra clothes and precautions into it, before zipping it up and walking out. Again, Peter followed.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry, I didn’t want to!” Peter called, obviously talking about our breakup.

“Peter, it happened two weeks ago, get over it!” I called back. The elevator opened after a few seconds, but again Peter didn’t leave me alone.

“I can’t!” He pulled on my shoulder, forcing me to look at him. “I can’t get over it, because I still love you!”

I tried to look away, but he continued to talk.

“I broke up with you because dating a superhero is dangerous! And perilous! And—”

“Peter, I can’t trust you anymore, if you’ll excuse me, I have to find my father!” The elevator reached street level and i walked out into the brisk New York streets. I took a deep breath of the night air.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Spiderman standing next to me, his face hiding his identity once again.

“Peter, what are you doing?” I asked as he walked over and placed his hands on my waist.

“Proving to you that you can still trust me.”

He took a deep breath before shooting his webs towards the sky, creating a web that we swung through the streets on.

Now, all we had to do was find dad.