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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago

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Where We Start Again - 8

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: how do you fake date someone you have real feelings for?

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“How was the dance?” May asked cheerfully when Peter stormed into the kitchen.

“Oh, you know. I broke up with my fake girlfriend because she developed real feelings for me and I yelled at her for it.” He shrugged casually. “And I then stepped in a puddle and had to walk home with a wet sock, so I would say I had an average time. The decorations were cool though, until they all died.”

“Peter Benjamin Parker, are you drunk?” May put her hands on her hips and stared sternly at Peter.

“Nope. Not drunk. I’m just incredibly stupid and have a cold left foot. Night!” He said through a forced smile and tried to go to his room.

“Woah, woah, woah.” May grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “We agreed there would be no more secrets between us after the spiderman thing. What’s going on? What fake girlfriend?”

“Y/n has been pretending to be my girlfriend for the past two weeks so Flash wouldn’t make fun of me.” Peter admitted without meeting May’s eyes.

“Oh.” May said quietly, not having expected the answer she was given.

“Yeah. Oh.” Peter repeated. He shook his head as tears formed in his eyes. “I always thought it was a facade but then Flash told me she was gonna turn down Harvard for me and I panicked.”

“Panicked how?” May worried.

“I drove her away.” He mumbled as a tear fell down his cheek. “I yelled at her and called her all the things she hates so that she would hate me too. How did I let this happen?”

“Oh, Peter.” May went to hug her nephew but he pushed her away.

“No. I don’t deserve comfort.” He sniffled. “I hurt someone I seriously care about, May. And I did it on purpose. I didn’t even know I could be that mean.” His voice cracked.

“I’m sorry Peter, I don’t know what to say.” May held her fist over her mouth as she thought. “Your uncle was so much better at this.”

“Is she gonna hate me forever?” Peter asked her through his tears.

“She may want to, but she won’t.” May rubbed his arm. “Not forever, at least.”

“Can you promise me that?” He hoped.

“No.” She said apologetically. “But you won’t know unless you go over there and apologize.”

Peter looked down at his shoes for almost a full minute as hot tears fell onto them.

“I love her, May.” He said quietly, unable to look May in the eye at his most vulnerable moment.

“I know you do. You just have to hope she knows that too.” May told him.

“But if she tells me she never wants to see me again…” He trailed off, getting choked up at just the thought.

“Then you have to respect that. It was her decision to turn down Harvard, the same way it was your decision to chase her away. No one can make this right but you.”

“You’re right. I have to go talk to her.” Peter started walking towards the door and May stopped him again.

“Woah woah woah. No one can make this right but you tomorrow.” She corrected herself. “It’s almost 3 am mister. You have a curfew.”

“But my teenage romance hangs in the balance. It’s in peril!” Peter whined.

“And it’s gonna hang until morning.” May patted his arm and led him towards his room.

“But May! Don’t you want me to get her back so we can fall in love and get married and have kids?” He tried to guilt her. “Don’t you want to be a grandmother? Don’t you care about Anthony and Mary?”

“Who are Anthony and Mary?” She asked in confusion.

“Your future grandkids who you apparently never want to meet.” Peter accused.

“Peter, I know you love her but the chances of you marrying this girl-“

“-are small but they’re still there.” He cut her off. “I can’t see myself loving someone else. When I look at her, I see the rest of my life. She’s the one for me, May. I know it.”

May looked at her nephew and realized he was in love for the first time. She sighed and loosened his tie to make him more comfortable.

“Then why did you yell at her?” She wondered. Peters face twisted in sadness and he looked down in shame.

“Because me stupid.” He mumbled and started to cry. May wasn’t sure she heard him correctly and raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Me stupid! Me love her but me drove her away.” Peter exclaimed with tears running down his face, only confusing May further.

“Why are you talking like that? Are you sure you’re drunk?” She cupped his face and looked in his eyes to see if he was intoxicated.

“Drunk In Love. That was also on her playlist. Right after Say So.” He burst into tears and rested his head on her shoulder. May wrapped her arms around him and patted his back softly.

“It’s gonna be okay, Peter.” She promised. “I don’t know what’s happening with her, but it’s going to be okay.”

“And if it’s not?” He sniffled.

“Don’t think about that tonight.” May said soothingly. “Just try and get some sleep.”

Peter did his best, but he could follow Mays orders. He tossed and turned all night, thinking of how he could make it up to you. He decided on bringing you daises to remind you of the roots of your relationship and go from there. He didn’t know what he’d say, but conversation always flowed naturally with you.

All he knew was he was going to make it right of it was the last thing he did.

“Hiya.” Peter smiled brightly with a bouquet of daises under his chin. You stared at him from inside your apartment, stone faced and unamused.

“Go away.” You ordered and went to close the door but Peter stuck his foot in the doorway before it could shut.

“Please, daisy. Don’t shut me out.” He pleaded and moved into the doorway so you couldn’t close it.

“Why? Why would I let you back in? Did you want to yell at me some more? I could’ve sworn you got it all out last night.” You folded your arms and Peter could hear the hurt in your voice. He looked at you sympathetically and held the daises out to you.

“Last night was the biggest mistake of my life.” He swore. “Bigger than the bowl cut, bigger than going after Toomes, bigger than giving EDITH away, and bigger than the other bowl cut.”

“I’m glad this is funny to you.” You snapped and tried to close the door away. Peter webbed your door to your wall and gave you an apologetic smile.

“It’s not. I’m just so painfully bad at this.” He tried to make you understand. “I know I made stupid, stupid mistakes but you have to understand that I’ve never done this before. Any of it. You’re the first girl to get mad at me, or show me attention or affection or ask about my mom. This was all so new to me. I didn’t know how to navigate it and I crashed.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Peter.” You told him and turned to walk away. He followed you into your kitchen and grabbed your arm.

“Those weren’t excuses, that was just the lore.” Peter explained.

“The what?”

“The backstory.” He corrected. “What I’m trying to say is, I am so sorry. Flash-“

“Flash! Of course you bring up Flash.” You exclaimed. “Just like you did every time I held your hand, or kissed you, and basically tried to give you any sort of hint that I liked you. All you cared about was Flash.”

“Because I thought that’s what you cared about.” Peter protested. “Neither of us told the other that we liked them because we were scared the other thought it was fake, am I right?”

“I did like you.” You nodded. “But any feelings I had for you switched off after last night. All those things you said, do you know how much that hurt me? And you said them so easily, like you’d been waiting all your life to tear me apart. How could you do that, Peter? Why would you do that?”

Peter stared at you for a moment, cracking a small smile once you admitted that you liked him. It felt completely different now that he had heard it from your lips. He remembered what you were talking about and got serious again.

“You got into Harvard.” He said and your face faltered. “You got into Harvard and you were gonna turn it down to stay with me.“

“Who told you that?” You demanded.

“That Indian guy in our grade who was named after the sound a camera makes.” Peter didn’t say Flash’s name after your outburst, so he went around it.

“A camera doesn’t make a ‘flash’ sound, it has a flash.” You grumbled in annoyance.

“Is now the time?” Peter expressed. You looked at him angrily but ultimately knew he was right.

“You were saying?” You rolled your eyes.

“He heard you telling MJ you were turning down Harvard for me.” Peter recounted what he had been told.

“He doesn’t know what he heard.” You mumbled and averted your eyes to the squidward painting.

“Why would you do that?” He wondered. “That’s your dream school. It’s your chance at started over and being who you want to be. The you I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know.”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged and refused to meet his eyes.

“Was it real?” Peter asked through a pained voice. “Last night, I mean. Did you mean what you said?” Peter spoke softly as took your chin between his fingers so you would look at him.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” You pushed him away. “I love you! And if you don’t want to do this for real then you need to walk away because I never will.”

“Of course I want to do this for real. I just had no idea you felt the same way. Why didn’t you say so?” He asked and you glared at him. He realized what he had said and grimaced. “I hate to say it, but that’s song really applies to our current situation.”

“I’m not doing this anymore.” You laughed humorlessly and held up your hands. “I’m surrounded by fake smiles, fake people and a fake relationship. I need something real.”

“This is real. I just - I never would’ve imagined, beyond my wildest dreams, that you would feel the same.” Peter took your hands and looked you in the eyes. “I don’t deserve you. And not because you’re popular or anything, but because you deserve so much more than I can give you.”

“I don’t care about what you can and can’t give me. I never have.” You said softly.

“I know that. And I love you for it.”

“No you don’t. You love the fantasy you created in your head about me.” You shot back.

“That was only true at first.” Peter spoke up. “But every new thing I learned about you since we started this whole thing has made me love you. The real you. You are so much better than any fantasy my mind could create.”

“You don’t know me.” You shook your head sadly.

“Yes I do.” He defended. “I know you’re artistic and creative and kind. I know you like the pink and blue gogurt because of the colors and you wanted to dye your hair to match it. I know you can’t read your favorite book anymore because the ending makes you sad. And I know you’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. This is real for me. This is the realest thing I have.”

Peter could see you fighting back tears as you kept your eyes on the ground. He took a step closer and took your face between his hands.

“I would pick you.” He said gently. “In a room full of beautiful flowers in full bloom, I would pick you. Every single time.”

You met Peters eyes and let out a shaky breath. He had told you something you always wanted to hear and you couldn’t stay mad.

“I’d pick you too.” You stated through a tearful smile.

“I know that now. But I can’t let you pick me over Harvard.” Peter whispered. “That’s why I went all White Fang on you last night and said those mean things. I didn’t want you to miss out on this opportunity because of me. I needed to chase you away so you’d run in the right direction.”

“But what if there’s no one like you there?” You asked fearfully. “What if I have to go back to pretending?”

“You’re going to go to Harvard and I’m gonna swing to Cambridge every weekend to see you. And the people at Harvard are going to love you just as much as I do. You know why?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Because they’re smart?” You assumed.

“Because they’re sma-“ He cut himself off when he realized you already said it. “I see you got ahead of me.”

“I am number one in the grade.” You tossed some hair behind your shoulder.

“Can we please not talk about grade point averages when I’m trying to confess my undying love for you?” He pleaded playfully.

“Okay, second in the class.” You mocked.

“You know Flash is third?” Peter tested to see of you would get off topic again.

“Deadass?” Your eyes widened.

Peter immediately pulled you into a kiss, mostly to shut you up, but also because he had finally fixed things. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged on the curls on the back of his head to pull him closer. Peter smiled against your lips and in that moment, he wasn’t kissing his 4 year long crush.

He was just kissing you, the girl he loved.

You pulled away and let out a happy sigh as you rested your forehead against his.

“I think I prefer kissing you when you’re sunny side up.” Peter mumbled and stole another kiss.

“You mean right side up?” You tilted your head.

“At least I can’t see up your nose this time.” He teased and your jaw dropped.

“Hey-“ Peter cut you off with another kiss, lifting you off the ground this time as he kept firm arms around your waist.

“Can we please start again and do this for real now?” He asked you hopefully once he set you down.

“I want to.” You told him honestly.

“Then there’s only one thing left to say.” Peter said and you looked at him curiously. “Me love you.”

“What?”

“Me love you.” He repeated and you caught on.

“Don’t do this to me.” You tried to walk away but he shot a web at your waist and pulled you back.

“Girl look so pretty last night.” Peter held you in place. “Girl plan dance good.”

“I’m not playing along.” You stated. “Is this really how you want to start our relationship?”

“Boy sorry he yell.” Peter pouted and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Boy is gonna be sorry.” You insisted through a smile.

“But boy love girl.” Peter smirked as he pulled you into his arms and held you there tightly against his heartbeat. “This is the part where you say it back.”

“Me hate you, actually.” You looked up at him and he looked offended. “But fine, me love you.”

“I love you so much, daisy.” He rested his chin on your head and appreciated what it felt like to just hold you. “We’re gonna do it right this time. This is where we start again.”

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crookedmusician · 3 years ago

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Once Again

A/N:- This is just a drabble that popped up in my head and is based on "The Amazing Spider-Man" universe, NOT based on the Marvel mcu. If you haven't watched the movies then pls read this with an open mind. The drabble is also fixed in a time that is five years after Gwen dies and is completely based on my thought and universe. Please don't read it if you're not comfortable.

Peter Parker x Fem Reader

Genre : Slight Angst, Comfort, Slice of Life

Warnings : Very Slight and descriptive mentions of wounds and death, the characters are all adults, Y/N has a defined profession for the sake of the plot

*This is also not proof read so please bare with any errors if there are any*

It's been Five years.

Five years since Gwen's funeral. Five years since New York city was almost destroyed. Five Years since an innocent boy lost his sanity to death. Five Years since Peter Parker was too late to save his love, his best friend and his emotions to grief.

It had been Five years since that faithful day that still seemed to haunt Peter from time to time.

After the......incident happened, five years ago, Peter had shut off. He didn't talk, eat or even go to work. His job was willing to let him off that time, but the mental pressure that had bundled up inside Peter's head had refused to go. As a result, even after Peter came back, he was only a shell of himself, an empty treasure from which the gold had been stolen - just like how life was stolen from the eyes of so many he failed to save on that one dreadful day.

But If anything broke Peter more than his incompetency to save the lives of those millions he failed, it was the death of Gwen. Death of the only person Peter beleived to have given him a purpose to be Spiderman and save the city and it's residents. His reason to survive every battle he fought. His best friends, girlfriend and his reason, to just live.

Peter still remembers that day, that moment as clear as day. He still remembers the catastrophe that was caused that day, the destruction, the smell of death and spilled blood that matted the air in a heavy silence. He still remembers how the life wilted out from Gwen's eyes as she fell from the tower, as he held her afterwards; he still remembers how her once warm body turned deadly pale, her cheeks stopped sport the regular blush - and they all haunted him. They Traumatized Peter through his day, haunted his nightmares and swam in front of his mind each and every moment he lived. So Peter did the only thing he thought might help, he shut off everyone out of his life, he shut off the flow of emotions in his being, & he swore to never let anyone in, he vowed to not care about anything except defending NYC against the new villains attacking everyday.

Cause Peter Parker may have been a hero, but his emotions flowed through his veins as thickly as the spider's venom in his blood. So promised, to shut out and never let anyone in. That became his coping mechanism.

Yet again, five years later that same spider-boy found himself in the exact position he had been in, five years prior - sitting on the bed of a rooftop apartment while the huge scratches on his chest were being cleaned by the slender hands of a young woman sitting in front of him. It was an awkward kind of deja vu for Peter - Both hurting and comforting to know that someone - other than May cared for him still, however the recollection couldn't help but bring those ugly thoughts back into the forefront of Peter's mind. The same thoughts that occupied his mind in the waking hours.

The scratches burned and sizzled under the alcohol, even though it was applied with softness and expertise; but Peter didn't Flinch. Yes, there was a slight wince here and there, but no reaction revealed was too strong. Years of constant battle against the seemingly never-ending villains of New York happened to make Peter a bit more cautions and tolerating of his injuries - something that seemed to work greatly in favour of Peter at the moment - so as to not make the budding doctor in front overthink her capabilities.

Was New York always so needy and loud for the Spider-Man? This was something that occupied Peter's head often.

However, when he thought back on it, perhaps it was better for him to put his life on the line than have someone innocent or desiderate to live to fight the devils.

I mean, he did fit all the requirements for this job didn't he?

He was young, had the abilities, tolerant of the aftermaths of the fights he carried carved in his skin, bones and blood. Moreover he didn't have anyone to rely on or care for - May would be able to live with him, his job wasn't so special to him if he didn't require the money either. On the contrary Peter thought it to be a blessing to die - to forget all the turmoils, catastrophes of the world; to forget how many villains needed to be fought or how many people needed to be saved - to just forget.

Peter always thought, that maybe he wasn't made for love. That maybe he didn't deserve it. He thought about how everyone he loved left him, deserted him and thinking back on them, he just wondered how much love favoured him in this life. Maybe love didn't favour him at all, maybe love hated him, maybe that's why death always won in each of his chapters. Maybe that's why, Peter had become a void - because love refused to favour the life of this boy. He never really understood why lover never looked upon him with a smile. But guess there was never really an explanation for some grudges.

But if love never favoured him, Then what was this sudden weird electric sparks coursing through his body? This weird fluttering that seemed to keep him up at nights thinking about this one person that flew in his life and and broke past all his resolves to nestle herself comfortably inside the confines of the walls surrounding his heart?

And Peter really never could understand what was happening in his body. At first he thought that perhaps it was his spidey senses. But after a while, when he actually came to a conclusion, he was dumbfounded. Being deprived of love and refusing the comfort of any other hands rather than his own for such a long time - the revelation - was actually quite unexpected by him.

But to say that Peter didn't see all of the unfolding and development of feelings, would be a mistake. Mayhaps, Peter did knew what was happening, did knew that he was falling in a bottomless hole; but the feeling of letting go, the feeling that encompassed the journey was so blissfull it was hard to deny himself the pleasure after denying it for such a long while.

So we recount to a faithful afternoon, two years prior, to an empty & silent alley in one of the bustling streets of NYC.

XXX ♤♡◇♧ XXX

It was just another day in the life of Peter Parker - waking up, packing his suit, taking an early leave or going on a feild trip for his job only to fight the villains and end up all bloody. The only difference was the gushing wound on one of Peter's upper legs that seemed way worse than his regular wounds.

Peter seeked sanctum in one of the empty alleys of the New York Streets to treat the wound only to find himself looking sideways at a young bespectacled woman with curious eyes, hair in a messy bun, clutching one strap of a heavy-looking backpack with some folders and pages in the other - she was staring at him with worry in her orbs.

Usually it wouldn't have been a problem, he'd hit up some pick up lines and flee as far as possible with his wounded leg and never meet the girl again - it was simple and easy without any damage to either his social or personal life. And it would've been easy and simple - Only if Peter had been wearing his mask. But he sadly wasn't, and now he gazed back like a deer caught in the headlights as the figure approached him slowly and cautiously and stopped a few feet away.

"Can you walk?" The words were almost whispered with caution.

"Excuse me?" Peter said in a breathless voice; swinging through the city with an almost torn-off leg does hurt more than Peter imagined, after all.

"Can You walk? With that leg of yours?"

"Yes, I suppose. But why?" Peter asked with confusion and weariness.

"Then please come to the top floor. I can treat your wound."

The clutch of the strap got a bit tighter as the words tumbled out of her lips in the hushed silence of the alley. To say Peter was surprised would be an understatement; it had been a while since someone willingly wanted to help him. But then again, Peyer wasn't weak, was he? He surely could handle that little much laceration wound on his own, right? So just like Peter have always done, to all his colleagues, his neighbours, supposed friends, associates and May, he declined.

"Thank you for the offer but I can Handle this on my own," Peter uttered in the same dazed voice, opting to turn his head down as if signalling the end of the conversation.

"I'm sure you can," the voice chirped again to fill the whispery silence, "to the best of your abilities, but It would be better if I had a look at it. I'm a medical student so I'll be able to ptch it up reall quick too. Besides to treat you'd have to either swing or walk back to your home, and you really can't do either with that deep of a cut anyways. So let me have a look at it, please."

"I said I you do-"

"No you can't, you may clean it or patch it up until you can do it up but the slash is huge, don't you see? If you don't treat it immediately, your whole leg would either get infected or you'll bleed to raw. And I don't think you'l be able to swing your way around the city with a half infected leg anyways. So Please for your leg's sake enter the third window from the right on the top floor of this building so I can nurse the damage. I'll try to get there ASAP," and with that the girl hurried inside a door on the side of the monument on right.

Peter however, was still failing to recover from his daze, and by the time her words actually registered in his head the wound had started to sizzle with wind. He gathered his own stuffed backpack and as slowly and painlessly he can, followed the instructions.

Peter swung to top of the building & crept insided the bedroom of a rooftop apartment that looked very comfy despite being a complete definition catastrophe to found himself in a pair of freshly washed shirt and jogging shorts half an hour later - the girl said they belonged to her father and brother previously.

Peter stared at the unknown woman as she wrapped up the incision in a white cloth. Her fingers were skilled & worked in a quick yet sure manner.

"You can handle pain very well you know?" The woman broke the awkward silence with a glance at Peter's face only find him staring back at her with a monotone face, "the area around the gash had already started getting infected, if I found you a bit later your leg might've fallen off. Still you're very lucky. Thankfuy no valuable nerve was heavily dama-"

"Why are you helping me?" The rambling was interupted by the strict and straight voice of the spidey

"Excuse me?"

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because I can? Am I not allowed to help you? You looked like you needed some serious help though," The woman asked tilting her head slightly.

"Is it a plot?" Years of practice had certainly helped Peter maintain a Poker face, which came in handy as he stared at the confused eyes of the woman in front of him - his heart deeming the expression to be cute.

"A plot?" The woman repeated as she looked at him in disbelief, "You think l'm helping you because l'm involved in a...a...a stupid gang or something that wants to murder you?"

"Or it could be an individual plan," Peter shrugged nonchalantly as he dared not remove his eyes from his supposed - captor.

"An individual pl-?"

"Why else would you help me? If not for your own benefit?"

At this The woman seemed to become a little pissed at Peter's words as she sputtered with her next sentences before finally giving a coherent reply, "Maybe fighting with evel people all your life makes you heroes feel as if good people don't exist but trust me, they do. And quite contrary to your assumptions I just so happen to be one of them."

The woman tied the cloth around Peter's leg in a tight knot & rose from her seat collecting the equipments back in her first aid box, opting to leave the room, offended - instead finding herself halting mid-step at peter's voice calling out to her.

"I'm Peter," Peter gazed at her retreating figure and as she turned around to look at him with judging eyes, "Peter Parker."

The words were uttered into the sunset in a softer tone - as if the speaker was almost shy, which - looking back at the circumstances - Peter probably was. And as the dying rays of the sun filtered through the drawn back curtain of the only window in the room - the one Peter had entered through - encasing the room in all it's ethereal glow, Peter was able to finally get a glimpse of his healer, clearly.

The rays fell on the bed and on womanly figure, bathing her in the delicate glow of dusk, highlighting her dainty features. She was handsome, very much so in the afyernoon light; and despite being pissed and offended a few mintues prior, she took her time in tilting the corners of her lips into a soft amd pleasant smile as the injured man stared at her in awe - that was perfectly hidden beneath his Poker Face.

"I'm Y/N L/N." The names etched itself in Peter's brain ringing sweet bells everytime, serenading him into calmness.

And so since that fateful day, it became a regular event. Whenevr Peter would get hurt - no matter how small or big the wound, he'd always find himself on the doorstep (or window sill), of the tenth floor building on the same street he never remembered the name of. And slowly as the days swept by, the visits weren't just limited to treating wounds. Infact, contary to either of their professions, Peter found both of them had quite a lot in common, and their opinions generally matched - and for the ones that didn't, both of their adjustable manners suited the situations. And as the days brew into nights, Peter found a companion in Y/N - one that Peter hoped lasted for life.

Peter found a best friend to look after him and talk with on rainy days and summer evenings.

××× ♤♡◇♧ ×××

Now, two years later as Peter sat on the same bed he had so many times before, he thought back on all the bitter and sweet memories Life gifted him, and perhaps they were needed for Peter to bring him to this point in life - and Peter never wanted to go back.

It was late. The sun had gone down a few hours prior and the moon glowed brightly in the sky, peeking in through the windows as Peter observed the familliar figure beside him - nursing another one of Peter's daily unwanted gifts.

She looked dainty, almost unreal as the moonlight illuminated the room casting it in the soft glow of night time. As Peter gazed at her, he started carving out all the plains and roughs of her faces, the shape of her eyes, lips and nose, the way her lithe fingers glided across Peter's skin - and Peter couldn't find it in himself to intrupt the dance her fingers were engaged in on his chest. A light breeze swept in through the wind making rounds of the room and messing with the strands hanging around Y/N's face as Peter gazed at the seemingly engaging spiral of movements infront of him.

"Staring is rude, you know?"

The peaceful silence occupying the room was suddenly broken, giving Peter a small start, as Y/N lifted her head barely so as to glance up at Peter's face, her lips curving into a small smirk at the look of slight surprise on his face, before her skilled hands resumed their work.

After a breif moment of comprehension - and more staring as Y/N wrapped up the gashes and stood up to starighten the sheets on the bed as much she could with the tall figure lying on top, Peter finally found his voice strong enough to utter the two words - that he hoped would convey all that was unsaid and all that he wanted to say but couldn't.

"Thank You."

Y/N looked up once again at Peter with a teasing yet soft grin and breathy chuckle, "Pete, don't be so modest about yourself. Patching up your wounds provide me an excuse to practise my skills on a regular basis. And as a junior doc, It's more benifitting to me that it is to you."

Peter let out a breathy chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as Y/N turned around to put the first aid box at the top of one of her bedroom shelves, "Still thank you, for everything you've done for me. I really appreciate it."

And this time as Y/N turned around to look at her best friend, she paused for a second, taking in the scene before her. The moon casted the same glow on Peter's form as it had on her back - except this time, the star gazed one was Y/N.

She had always wondered how she never once felt awkward with the close proximity, she always seemed to share with Peter. Her heart once whispered because they were menat to be; but the rational part of her brain was quick to shut down the irrational daydream before it could flourish. However the warmth of her cheeks when Peter looked at her, the tiny fluttering in her stomach whenever he'd smile, the warmth in her being when they hugged couldn't be stopped from spreading all through her body.

There were nights, when she wondered how it would be if she was brave enough to turn the page to the next chapter and just ask her best friend out. But then again, even though happiness was granted if the proposal was accepted - the pain, heartbreak and loss of warmth in their friendship, at the refusal was granted in a much greater probability. And thus Y/N drifted off to sleep every night thinking of all the 'ifs' of the world.

But this wasn't the world of dreams, it was the waking world, and as Y/N realised the soft glow in Peter's eyes when he looked at her, she wondered - no, hoped that her feeling might probably be reciprocated.

"It's honestly no biggie Pete. It really isn't," She neared the bed as she said the words, finally sitting upon it with one leg folded on the matress and the othe rdangling down the side, her eyes searched Peter's face carefully noticing the genuine-ness behind Peter's words, "however what is a problem is that you've hadn't had a single mouthful since the meager breakfast this morning. Honestly dude, don't you ever get hungry? If I wa sin your place I'd be starving! Heck, I'm starving even now!"

Peter let out a small breathy laugh at Y/N's dramatics. She always tended to be the more dramatic one, especially regarding matters of food. So sporting a soft smile he looked up Y/N.

"No I'm fine, I'd just have something to eat when i get home."

"Home? Do you even know how late it is?! It's," she hekd up the digital clock on the side of her bed, "9.15 already! You literally live on the other side of the city! By the time you reach your home it would be way past 10! I ain't letting you starve till then boy!"

By now, Y/n had stood up on her feet in front of the bed with her hands on her hips - and Peter found it to be way too cute for her, "Call up Aunt May and tell her that you'll be eating here today. I'll go and start whipping something up in the kitchen, ok?"

"Ok."

"Good," Y/N turned around & exited the room heading down the halls to the kitchen, to scour how much she can that would fill both her and Peter up, while Peter rested on her bed.

Ever since that incident five years ago, Peter had always wondered that maybe love wasn't really meant for him, that maybe love didn't favour him. But now, as he stared at the moonlit retreating figure of Y/N L/N, he prayed to all the love gods in existence, to favour him just this once as he drafted up the same confession, he had been drafting for the past years, to finally come out of his heart and in to minds of the beauty he called his bestfriend.

A/N : Pls tell me how you like it in the comments this is my first story and I would really appreciate the feedback!

Please don't repost or rwupload my work anywhere apart from here.

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roselen-mylady · 4 years ago

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the game | part two

Part One

Steve hated to admit it but he had always been a jealous person. As a child he was jealous of the way so many other kids had dads that tucked them in at night. As a teen he was jealous of how easily Bucky made women swoon. As an adult he was jealous of Stark when he attempted to woo Peggy. And now he was jealous because it seemed everyone but himself was able to easily talk and even kiss Y/n.

Oh how badly he had wanted to.

And he almost did during that game of spin the bottle. Yet he'd lost his nerve. And lost his chance.

Thor's laughter had drawn his full attention toward the pair. Not that his eye had ever left Y/n but now the man before him was blatantly being ignored as Steve's entire focus was on Y/n and Thor. He strained to hear whatever was being said by her but he could hardly pay attention as Thor lifted her into the air and spun her around like a princess.

He could've done that.

His blood nearly boiled as he watched Thor kiss her. It was innocent, he knew that, but he just couldn't help it. He was angry at the world and Thor but mostly himself.

Before Thanos he thought he'd have all the time he needed to work up to confessing his feelings for her while she stayed in Wakanda watching after his best friend. But when she was snapped away he realized he had made a horrible mistake. A mistake he regretted every minute of every day during those long five years.

But now he had a chance to fix it.

Yet he hadn't been able to talk to her since she returned. The friendship they'd had before then was bashful but strong yet during her absence he had distanced himself from the idea of her in order to cope.

When she returned all the emotions he felt came rushing back in waves. And he was still blowing it.

•••

"I'm so tired of watching these two pine after one another." Wanda spoke suddenly, making Bucky turn toward her, dragging his gaze away from the pair.

"What do you mean?" Bucky asked, looking back at them as Wanda came to stand at his side, watching them with him.

"You mean you haven't noticed? Y/n's in love with Steve. Steve's in love with Y/n. It's agonizing to watch, really." She sighed, rather vexed with the entire situation. It was her after all who had watched them through the years. They'd known each other ever since before the accords and all that time they'd had an awkward friendship in which feelings were obvious on both ends yet neither had the courage to act.

She hated to imagine how Y/n's death might've affected him but yet it still hadn't given him the will of the courage to act. It pained her to watch the two fall back into their old ways.

"Y/n loves Steve?" Bucky mumbled, disbelief evident in his features. Wanda nodded, her eyes trailing Y/n as she made her way to Peter, who was standing haphazardly close to Steve.

"More than life itself, though she'll never admit it. I saw it when I had to enter her thoughts years ago during a mission we had in Germany." Wanda explained. She remembered the overwhelming feeling of Y/n's emotions. They crashed into her stronger than any wave could and even after all these years they were just as strong.

"Then why haven't they done anything?" Bucky asked. He looked down at her finding the same lost expression on her face that was more than likely on his.

"I don't know. Y/n told me last week the same thing she told me all those years ago. Things are too complicated and she can't risk losing him if he doesn't feel the same." Wanda quoted Y/n, her annoyance seeping through her words.

Bucky scoffed, recognizing the excuse as something very similar to Steve's and he shook his head, feeling the same defeat Wanda did. "Just like them to be too stupid to be happy." He groaned, looking up at them.

"Yeah. But hopefully when he kisses her one of them will do something." Wanda hoped her statement might encourage their boldness.

"Unless it's a repeat of spin the bottle." Bucky said, dreading the chance that it might happen. Wanda cringed, shaking her head.

"Y/n won't allow it. She takes the game too seriously." She replied, more to convince herself than Bucky. It was true. Y/n would get Steve to kiss her whether it was for the win or her own motives. That is if her nerves didn't take over.

"Let's hope."

•••

"Well, if it isn't Spiderman." Y/n called out, grabbing Peter's attention. He smiled brightly, finally being called by his preferred name and not Spiderboy.

"Ms. Y/n! What-what are you doing here?" Peter's sore attempt at small talk made him wince but thankfully Y/n didn't seem to mind, looking down at his glass.

"Just mingling. Whatcha drinking?" She asked curiously, wondering if Tony had allowed the poor boy a drink while dealing with all the people who no doubt asked him millions of questions regarding his presence and age.

"Sprite. Mr. Stark said he can't allow me to 'drink and swing'." Peter adjusted his glass, using his fingers as quotations before letting out a short giggle at the phrase.

Y/n laughed as well, trying to appear relaxed as she felt a certain pair of eyes on her. Steve was standing just a few feet away with Tony, not within earshot but close enough to send butterflies to her stomach. With each kiss she collected she felt more and more anxious knowing eventually she'd reach Steve. Was she ready for that?

"Well, that simply won't do. It's a party, Peter, and I can't allow you to not drink. When I was your age Tony was slipping me drinks left and right, it's only fair I pass on the tradition." She explained, leaning forward carefully as her hand brushed his.

He blushed, his eyes widening like saucers as she skillfully slipped his glass out of his hand, replacing it with her own. Glancing at Tony as if expecting to be caught, he was relieved to find his father figure blissfully unaware of their treachery.

"Ms. Y/n, I really shouldn't-"

"Don't worry, I'll drive you home if you're that worried. I got you bro." Y/n promised, nudging his arm with a kind smile. "Now tell me you've at least tried champagne. You've been to like three of these parties now." She laughed her smile growing as he joined in.

"Yeah, well, I mean a little bit from my Aunt May's glass." Y/n shook her head, putting her hand on his shoulder, a dramatic look of sorrow on her face.

"My poor boy. I have many things to share with you. Speaking of which, Shuri is asking if you're coming with me to Wakanda next week." Y/n sipped the soda watching as Peter's fingers danced happily against his own glass.

"Really?! I mean, of course! If you want me to. I've never been, what's it like?" Peter rambled, his face lit up in excitement, making Y/n chuckle at how thrilled the boy was.

"You'll see soon enough. I'll come get you next Friday and bring your suit, I'm sure Shuri would love to tinker with it." Y/n advised. Peter nodded wildly, psyched for such a trip.

"Thank you, Ms. Y/n." Peter grinned. Y/n wrapped an arm around his shoulders turning him in the direction of where Tony was standing.

"Peter, Y/n is fine. Trust me, I'm one of the few people in this world who know what it's like to have Tony as a father figure and anyone who can handle that is okay in my book." Y/n laughed, pointing at the man in question.

As if sensing their shit talking, Tony turned around, catching sight of them. A suspicious glare was sent their way but Y/n could hardly notice it as another figure stepped into view, following Tony's gaze.

It was then that they were forced to look at one another head on. Not at a glance or a sneaky peek. They might as well have been standing in front of one another as they both froze.

If Y/n's heart decided to stop in that instant, she wouldn't blame it. The pure intensity of Steve's gaze was enough to make her shudder and she fought her every molecule to stare back. There was a warmth in his eyes, one that sent a flutter of giddiness through her.

A small smile crept onto his face and Y/n gasped, forcing herself to return the gesture and not just gawk at him. She was at a loss for words. It was the first time since Thanos that he had given her any sort of acknowledgement. While it hurt that their friendship had seemed to diminish while she'd been gone, she knew that rekindling it was a two way street. But now he was smiling at her. And she was smiling back.

She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until Peter stepped in front of her, his hands resting on her shoulders and his brows furrowed in concern. "Y/n? Are you okay?" His voice was soothing and it helped her recover her loss of breath from her moment with Steve.

"Huh? Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just...uh, thinking." She mumbled, her eyes drifting back to Steve once more. His smile had faltered slightly, his face beginning to match Peter's concern but with a small curve of her lips, she assured him that his worry was senseless.

"About the game?"

"Hmm?" Y/n questioned, directing her attention to the boy once more. Peter eyed his glass carefully before taking a cautious sip.

"The game you play with Ms. Natasha and Ms. Wanda. You're playing, right? I saw you earlier with Thor." He explained. Y/n's face flushed, a little embarrassed that her moment with Thor had been witnessed by someone she knew. What if Steve saw? Would he be jealous?

Y/n nearly shook her head, convincing herself that she wasn't worth being jealous over. Especially to Steve.

"Oh, yeah. We are. That reminds me, you like Star Wars right?" She smirked, looking at him as she sipped his soda, the pink on his cheeks making her giggle.

"Well, yeah, I mean lots of people do. I'm not the only one-that would be weird. Unless you like it, not that you liking it would make it less weird. Not that you're not weird! Weird-"

"Peter!" Y/n laughed, putting her hand on his as she lightly brought the drink down. "Whew boy, maybe alcohol isn't your thing. Then again you've always been a rambler." She gently took the drink back from him, watching as a wave of relief washed over him.

"Have you eaten yet? I think there's hors d'oeuvres around here somewhere." She muttered, glancing around for any servers. Peter shook his head accepting his soda back before looking back up at her.

"No I'm okay, really." He told her, his heart warming at how much she seemed to care. It was nice and he enjoyed his relationship with Y/n. She allowed him to do things with her like travel, patrol, even hang out in the lab and she quickly became another idol of his.

"Are you thinking of watching Star Wars?" He asked her, referring to her previous question. She smiled, shaking her head.

"No, I've already seen it, I'm just thinking of a pick up line for the game. Tonight's rules are if you like my line I get a kiss and I fully intend on winning tonight." Peter nearly choked on air as his eyes widened yet again.

"A kiss? From me?" Y/n giggled, tapping her finger to her cheek.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Parker. A kiss on the cheek will do." She teased, making his face impossibly redder. He shook his head frantically trying to display as best he could that it wasn't his intention.

"I'm kidding. Now are you ready to hear my cheesy pick up line or will I just have to forfeit?" Peter's head didn't seem to stop shaking as he urged her to continue. "Alright here goes."

"Hey, sweetheart. Do you like Star Wars cause Yoda only one for me." With a wink she smiled, enjoying the scrunch of Peter's nose as he cringed at the line.

"Not doing it for ya?" She laughed. Peter scoffed, trying to hide the smile that threatened to show.

"I hate to admit it, but it was kinda funny." He sighed, ashamed to have enjoyed such a horrible line. Y/n's grin grew, pointing to her cheek once more.

"Then pay up. I've got two more kisses to collect." Peter smiled, leaning forward and pecking the space her finger had been. "Thank you. Now find someone to mess with. I won't be the only one reeking havoc tonight." She poked a stern finger into his chest. With some convincing he eventually promised to at least pull a prank on Sam and Bucky.

With that she began to make her way to Tony. A knot formed in her stomach as she paced in his direction yet it wasn't Tony who made her nervous. No, only Steve Rogers could make her feel so squeamish and turn her legs to jelly. And she was making her way straight toward him.

Y/n could barely hear the click of her heels and the chatter of those around her over the pep talk she was giving herself in her head. She refused to embarrass herself in front of him. This was going to be her second chance and she wouldn't allow her nerves to ruin it again.

"As I live and breathe! Do I stand before Iron Man and Captain America? I do hope this isn't a dream." Steve's soft chuckle seemed to go straight to her core and she feared her heart might beat right out of her chest.

"Don't encourage her, Cap." Tony grumbled, turning his gaze to Y/n. "Well, if it isn't my favorite niece."

"Your only niece." Y/n corrected, a short glare focused on him as he smirked.

"Let me guess you're here to win the game. Let's hear it so poor Cap here can get a turn. I don't think he's kissed a woman since the 40s." Tony leaned down, whispering the last part and making Y/n giggle.

"Hey!" Steve objected in vain. But what Y/n said next sent any duty to protect his pride out the window.

"That's a crying shame. The ladies must not know what they're missing." Y/n froze as the words left her mouth. What was she thinking? Her face burned and she hid behind her glass trying to muffle her embarrassed groan with her champagne.

"Jeez, get a room." Steve and Y/n both glared at Tony but he didn't seem to care, instead shrugging innocently.

"Alright, here's your line you impatient ass." Y/n scoffed, deciding to use a particularly bad line for the annoying man she dared call her father figure.

"Was that it?" He smirked.

"Shut up, I gotta turn around and approach this again or else it won't work." She hissed, earning a heartfelt laugh from Steve. Twice. She'd made him laugh twice. Her heart was practically singing at the thought. Maybe she'd actually get to kiss him?

With more determination than before, she turned around, taking a few steps away before dramatically turning back to them. Using theatrics she no doubt learned from Tony Stark himself, she put on a smile before holding her arms out in a grand gesture.

"Well I'm here, what's your next two wishes?"

"That was horrendous." Tony said almost immediately while Steve tried to contain his laughter behind them.

"Well, I couldn't very well waste my best lines on you now could I?" Y/n jested, taking the glass in his hand and pouring what remained of his drink into her now empty glass.

Tony's teasing expression fell as he painfully watched Y/n sip her glass. "I can't believe you're related to me." Y/n smiled back at him proudly.

"Only by marriage." She shrugged. Tony sighed, leaning down and pressing a fatherly kiss to her forehead just along her hairline.

"Thank god." He ignored Y/n's squinted stare, turning to Steve. "I think I'm going to go get another drink, since mine was so blatantly stolen." Tony glanced at Y/n who shamelessly smirked.

"But first I wanna hear your pick up line for Cap. Please be something patriotic. Maybe sing him the national anthem." He suggested, nudging Steve forward to where he stood before Y/n.

Not expecting Tony's push, Steve stumbled nearly crashing into Y/n but thankfully he caught himself, only having a redder face than before.

"I'm not sure the national anthem is a pick up line, Tony." Y/n replied, focusing on anything but Steve. At this distance she could smell the familiar cologne and feel the heat radiating from him. It reminded her all too much of the days before the snap. When he'd hold her whenever she was hurt or when he'd pick her up to launch her toward an enemy. Reminded her of the few hugs they'd managed to share.

Reminded her of their last before she dusted in his arms.

"I don't know. He's really horny for America, it might work." Tony refuted, earning a threatening gaze from both Steve and his niece.

"Fine, y'know what? Have privacy or whatever in the middle of this crowded party. See if I care." Tony said, a little butt hurt that he wouldn't be able to witness the awkward exchange first hand.

He was no idiot when it came to his niece's attraction to the super soldier. While at first he disapproved, even more so when it led to her being on the opposite side that day in Berlin, years had led to forgiveness. He couldn't really stay mad at her even if he tried. Only sorry he hadn't apologized before the snap.

"Thank you, Tony." Y/n spoke quietly, sending him a grateful look. Whatever was about to happen already made her nervous, she didn't think doing it with Tony there would be possible.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved a dismissive hand, beginning to walk away.

It wasn't until he had Morgan that he realized he was already a father. Y/n had been his first and no matter his guilt, she would always forgive him. Always need him.

"Don't get carried away." He threatened suddenly, pointing to his eyes before twisting his hand back to them with a menacing squint.

Y/n rolled her eyes, looking back to Steve as Tony finally left.

"He's protective." Y/n explained, trying to be annoyed. It was actually kinda touching the way he cared despite his usual selfish smartass exterior.

"For good reason." Steve agreed, making Y/n's head tilt confused.

"You think I can't take care of myself?" She questioned defensively, ready to prove her worth no matter who he was.

"No, of course you can. Just-..." He trailed off, a sorrowful expression taking hold of his features against his will. "We've both failed you before. Numerous times." Steve confessed, his eyes falling downcast as Y/n realized what he'd meant.

She’d never truly thought about how her absence might have affected him. Before the snap he never gave any hint that he wanted to be more than a friend to her. But now she studied that look in his eye, that one she hadn’t recognized before. Heartbreak.

"Steve, you didn't fail me." She insisted. Her hand had come to his own, grasping lightly at his loose fingers and ignoring the buzz in her skin and the rapid pace of her heart.

"No, I did. I turned you against your family. I got you arrested. I dragged you back into the fight and...you got snapped away." His voice broke at the end, years of depression and misery washing over him all over again.

"It wasn't your fault. We all lost that day." Y/n argued but her words didn't seem to stick.

"I'll never forgive myself." Steve's words were barely above a whisper, each syllable falling further into him unable to escape.

The sight alone made her heart ache but it was the way he'd spoken that truly shook her. They were the words of a broken man, a man that had lost it all. Had she done that to him? Did he care about her like that? Maybe he was scared too.

“Well, it's a good thing I already did.” Y/n smiled hoping to bring back the smile that she'd been able to give him moments before. Her hand stayed planted to his own more terrified to release it than she was to keep holding it. Would she ever work up the courage to do it again?

Steve looked back up at her, a tender glimmer in his eye as he moved his hand to hold her own. “I missed you.”

The statement alone wasn't nearly enough to convey how much he'd longed for her in those five years, left without any hope of ever getting her back. Didn’t show her the sleepless nights or the endless tears. Didn’t show her first few years he spent, alone and secluded. Didn’t show her how many times he prayed to any god that would listen for them to bring her back.

But her eyes seemed to tell him that she understood. Y/n knew exactly how he felt even if she'd been relieved of it for five years. She remembered when she was arrested, screaming at the guards that they'd never find Steve. Remembered the sobs that racked through her when he came to free her, relieved he’d made it out of the war safely. Remembered their time on the run, unable to tell him how she felt. Remembered volunteering to stay with Bucky when Steve's worry became too much. Remembered him coming back and bring a war with him. Remembered him catching her before she dusted, too fast for her to tell him her greatest truth.

She loved him.

“I missed you too.” She said softly, her face burning under his gentle gaze. They’d become so unbearably close at that point, making her breath ragged and her heart race.

Clearing her throat, she looked away, trying not to reveal how flustered he made her. “So do you wanna hear my pick up line or not?” She once again changed the subject, making Steve smile at her lovingly.

“Definitely.” He replied.

“Alright. On a scale of 1 to America, how free are you tonight?” She gave him the first one that came to find, silently groaning when she realized she'd done exactly what Tony suggested. Curse their horribly similar minds.

"That's terrible." Steve chuckled, staring at her with adoration unlike he'd ever done before. She was absolutely perfect in his eyes and he refused to waste anymore time being scared.

"You didn't like that? I have more." Y/n rambled, oblivious toward Steve's affectionate gaze. "Can I tie your shoes? I don't want you falling for anyone else."

Steve laughed, shaking his head as he stepping forward and shifting his hand to her waist as he pulled her closer.

The action on flustered her further, dragging another pick up line out of her. "Or I like your last name, can we share it?"

Steve's smile grew, his heart swelling with each word. He loved listening to her lines even if they were cheesy. But he was determined now and he wouldn't let either of their nerves stop them anymore.

"I lost my number, can I have-"

Suddenly he leaned forward, cutting her sentence short as his lips latched onto her own.

The kiss was so tender she practically melted in his arms, her hand coming to his chest while the other shifted to behind his neck, her fingers filtering through the lower part of his hair. His grip around her waist tightened as his heart pounded under her palms, the aftermath of anticipation rushing through his chest.

It was effortless the way they molded together and it left him breathless. He couldn't believe he'd never just kissed her before and after believing all these years he'd never get the chance to, he was so grateful to have her now.

"I've waited too long for that. I think I'm gonna need interest." Y/n gasped as they pulled away her eyes half lidded as she tried to process what had happened.

"Was that another pick up line?" Steve's brows furrowed, his lips a beautiful shade of darker pink.

Y/n smiled up at him, pulling him close once more. "Shut up."

•••

"Who's gonna tell her she didn't win?" Wanda questioned suddenly, glancing over at Nat.

Sam raised his hands in surrender, passing off the duty as soon as possible to avoid any type of rage the woman might've wreaked on him.

"I don't think she'll really care at this point." Nat spoke, pointing a finger toward the couple across the room.

They didn't seem to care that they were in a room full of people, instead remaining engrossed in each other as they stared at each other lovingly. It was touching really but what Nat assumed to be their confessions had lost Y/n the game.

"Wait does this mean the games with stop?" Sam questioned suddenly.

"No, it'll just make them more interesting." Nat smirked.

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chinchillasinunison · 4 years ago

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Im beggin you to give me some ishimaru-hagakure-owada fam headcanons

Oh gosh THANK YOU I was looking for an excuse to talk about this

Okay..... so basically every combination of the six except for Mondo and Taka and Yasuhiro, Taka and Hiroko, and Hiro and Takaaki met before Hope's Peak Academy

Hiroko and Takaaki were aquainted in highschool (and Takaaki low-key had a crush on her) before she got pregnant with Hiro and Toranosuke forbid him from interacting with her because she was a "negative influence" and they fell down separate paths

Hiro and Daiya were part of the same class when Hiro was actually supposed to be in highschool. Daiya didn't go to school much because he was so busy with the gang but they were still pretty good friends, they just drifted apart when Daiya stopped going altogether

Takaaki arrested Mondo once or twice and was one of the officers at his and Daiya's accident, while Hiroko was one of the nurses who attended to the brothers while they were at the hospital

So how does everyone reconvene? Okay, so a little bit into the semester (after Taka and Mondo start dating) there's this award ceremony at Hope's Peak all of Class 78 is required to attend, and they each get a plus one. Of course Taka, Mondo, and Hiro choose their respective closest family members. Taka thinks it's a great opportunity to introduce his dad to his boyfriend.

He tries to introduce them with Daiya there, while Hiro and his mom just happen to be nearby. It basically devolves into a five-way Spiderman pointing meme with Taka in the middle like "??????????????"

Hiroko and Takaaki and Daiya and Yasuhiro jump right back into things as if nothing happened and let me tell you Mondo and Taka feel like they accidentally stepped into a different timestream, they're so baffled

Anyways yeah Hiroko and Takaaki catch up and soon start dating and eventually get engaged

They get married too over the summer but it's not a big ceremony they just do it at a courthouse then go home lol

Taka is thrilled with the development and started calling Hiroko "Mother" as soon as he heard about the engagement, he never knew his mother so it was a very easy switch for him to flip

Hiro is worried of course, he can literally see the dozens of ways this can go wrong, plus he remembers his douchebag dad so he's afraid his mom may get hurt again, but he warms up to Takaaki quickly and eventually calls him "Dad" instead of "dude" and "Mr. Ishimaru"

Hiroko and Takaaki don't take one or the other's last name or combine and hyphenate (despite the name of the AU), both because they didn't want to deal with the hassle of changing their names on all their paperwork and Takaaki didn't want to risk Hiroko getting harassed about the scandal

Anyways, more generally...

Daiya and Yasuhiro were very casual about starting their relationship, they were just watching TV together one night and Daiya was like "hey dude you wanna kiss?" "...yeah sure"

They space out while listening to music together a lot

Daiya and Mondo are very respectful of Hiroko because they drink respect women juice daily and call her "Mrs. Hagakure" but they call Takaaki either "old man" or "pig" and he's like "well I've been called worse"

Daiya's right leg got majorly fucked up in the accident (instead of kicking Mondo away from the truck's path he rammed into the side of his bike, forcing them both off the road) and he walks with a really bad limp. He should honestly use a cane but he doesn't for a while because he's stubborn (Hiroko convinces him otherwise).

Yasuhiro turns Takaaki on to aromatherapeutic stuff with his incense and so he treats himself to nice scented candles and lotions with that fancy new two-person income because he's Stressed All The Time and maybe he deserves to smell like a honey cashmere glow (whatever the hell that means)

One time they were at the mall and Hiroko lost Takaaki in a Bath and Body Works because Taka called her for backup as Hiro was getting suckered by a random kiosk salesperson and she ran out of the store to help while Takaaki was absolutely Lost In The Sauce and she didn't realize he wasn't with her

This is just me projecting but it's my AU so whatever: Mondo is nearsighted and needs glasses badly, he just doesn't realize it because he thinks that's just how everyone sees. His eyes struggling with distance actually contributed to why he doesn't do well in classes and drives recklessly, besides the delinquent culture he grew up in and his general attitude. He puts them on for the first time and is like "OH OKAY SO WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO SEE ALL THE LEAVES ON A TREE, IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE A BIG GREEN BLOB? THANKS FER TELLIN' ME THAT, ASSHOLES!" Yasuhiro is farsighted (haha get it because he's clairvoyant) and they both get vision tested and their first glasses around the same time. Hiro jokingly calls them Glasses Buddies and Mondo is like "if you weren't dating my brother I would punch you in the throat".

Taka teaches his step brother and the Diamond Brothers how to cook because they cannot live the rest of their lives off Cup Ramen, he will not allow it

Hiro really, really wants pet chickens but Takaaki won't allow it until he's out of school to take care of them. It's a surprisingly good motivator for him to actually try this time. And having Taka constantly on his butt, but this time with Brotherly Concern™, helps.

#danganronpa #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo owada #yasuhiro hagakure #daiya owada #takaaki ishimaru #hiroko hagakure

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hanniiesuckle17 · 5 years ago

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Anything But Normal

A/n: this was such cute Idea I hope I did it justice. It’s been a while since I’ve written a comedy piece. There are probably spelling errors I’ll go back and fix them later. also I love Jon Favreau as Happy so I had to put him in. (i swear he is one of my favorite actors) btw this is not edited (i’ll come back and do that eventually)

Requested by: @tokiokiedokie

Warnings: Cussing,(come on it's me guys), partial nudity.

Member: Han Jisung

Summary: When Y/n’s best friend goes through a drastic change he starts keeping secrets. Secrets that include him being New York’s one and only friendly neighborhood spiderman. Shit hits the fan when his new secret life is exposed and she gets dragged into it.

Genre: Spiderman!au, romance, comedy, friends to lovers!au, little bit of angst

There are only three things that truly matter in life. Good friends, good pizza, and a good story. So far I had two of those at the moment. Sadly I was lacking a good story. Our school newspaper had been quite dry despite my efforts to discover new and intriguing stories.

“Stop sulking and eat.” My best friend said, shoving a piece of cheese pizza in my face. Jisung laughed when I bit the end before returning to look at my laptop. We were at our usual pizza place seated next to the window with the big bright red neon sign lighting up our faces. The sun set over the New York skyline making the moment almost perfect. If only I was writing an exciting article. Instead, I was putting together a riveting look into the school’s menu changes.

“You know I invited you because I thought you were going to be good company.”

“Please. You invited me because Felix was busy with a stupid Lego project and no one else will eat pizza with you.”

“Whatever.”

Jisung and I weren’t the most popular people in our senior class. To be frank, Jisung was my only friend. So going out and eating pizza every other day at ten o’clock at night was often the highlight of my week. Having had enough of the lack of attention Jisung slammed my laptop closed and removed it from the already small table. “Hey! I didn’t save!”

“That’s what Google Docs is for.”

He was right. I needed to stop working. I had been slaving over that stupid and boring article all week. He didn’t have to be such an ass though. “You are such a teenager.” I scoffed, watching him shovel yet another slice of pizza down his throat. “Oh, and you are such an adult!” The mocking tone of his voice threatened a laugh.

“I swear you are God’s punishment for enjoying sex. Everyone’s libido just disappears when you are around.”

“Hey don’t ruin our date. I was considering sleeping with you tonight.”

He laughed when I threatened to smack him. It had been like this for as long as I could remember. Just me and Jisung. My parents had been friends with his before they passed away in a car accident. Now Jisung lived with his Aunt May and his Uncle Ben a few blocks away from me.

I remember after the crash I would wake to a tap on my window to see an eight year old Jisung on my fire escape. Not wanting to bother his Aunt with his nightmares, Jisung had run all the way to my apartment and climbed the fire escape to my room on the sixth floor. I would open the window and let him sleep in my bed. My eight year old brain used to think maybe my bed was like force field keeping away the bad dreams about his parents.

“Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?” Jisung asked bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Mr. Finoli asked me to take pictures of the science field trip so I’m going with you guys. Why?” A look of realization crossed Jisung’s face making him freeze. “Did you forget to ask May to sign your permission slip?”

“I forgot to ask May to sign my-...you can be a real ass sometimes, you know that?”

Laughing I pulled a ten out of my wallet and left it on the table. “Come on, you’ve gotta get your slip signed, dummy.” “I can pay, it’s no problem.” He said watching me pack up my stuff. “Nah, you can get the next one.” Bellies full of pizza, we left Tony’s Pizzeria and headed in the direction of Jisung’s apartment, his arm draped over my shoulder and talking my ear off about some random experiment they had done in Physics that day.

The next day I woke up bright and early to meet the class at the New York Museum of Science. Camera bag on my shoulder and camera around my neck I stood outside the museum with about ten other students and two teachers. My tired eyes brightened when I saw Jisung step out from the subway, May right behind him.

I laughed as he wiped a kiss from his cheek before waving goodbye to her. His dyed blonde hair was messy and blew slightly in the wind. Jisung waved when he saw me and jogged over. His hoodie lazily hung off his shoulder and his shirt and jeans were somewhat wrinkled. “Don’t you look nice?” I couldn’t help but chuckle at his appearance.

“Shut up.”

He laughed throwing an arm around my shoulder, leading me closer to the group. Soon the tour began and I busied myself with taking photos of the group for the paper and yearbook. Jisung followed the group, only half-listening to the teacher as he looked at other random exhibits.

At around one in the afternoon, the group moved outside to have lunch on the steps. I sat off to the side with Jisung, his legs spread out across the stairs and his elbow rested on the step above us. It was refreshing to be next to him talking about absolutely nothing. Even if he stole my food.

Eventually, we were all called back to resume the tour. I angled a shot of two students looking at a bug exhibit, but just as I took the picture Jisung jumped in the frame throwing up a peace sign and crossing his eyes. “Hey! Stop hitting me!” He yelled as I smacked his shoulder over and over again. “Look I’m just innocently observing the exhibit. Leave me alone crazy woman!”

Sighing, I pushed him away and resumed taking photos. As the group was moving onto the next room I noticed Jisung was missing. It wasn’t unlike him to wander off into a room he wasn’t supposed to just to look at probably like some DNA model or some other weird science shit. I could never get over the fact Jisung was super into science when he gave zero fucks about his other classes.

“Jisung?”

“Ji?”

“Ji, we are moving on,” I said looking for him. My eyes landed on a semi-open door marked ‘Lab’. He wouldn’t. He did. Just as I started to walk towards the door, he exited with a goofy smile on his face. “Y/n! Dude, they have all these cool spiders and test tubes in there it was so cool! One of them bit me!” Like an excited three-year-old, he showed me his wrist where he indeed had a red spider bite.

“Ooooooh! Take a picture!”

He shoved my camera into my hands and held up his arm pointing to the spider bite making the dopiest smile. Knowing he wouldn’t shut up until I complied, I took the picture.

“Let’s catch up with the group,” I said taking his hand and dragging him back to the class. When we reached the group a teacher looked over at us his brows furrowing. “Excuse me, Miss L/n, is your friend okay?” He pointed to Jisung, a concerned expression on his face.

“Jisung? There are certainly things wrong with him but he’s oka-”

My words stopped when I turned to look at my best friend next to me. “Ji- Oh my god! Ji are you okay?” His face had obviously paled and he looked dizzy. A thin layer of sweat lay on his forehead.

“Hell yeah. I’m doing fine, baby.” His voice sounded drowsy.

“Miss L/n he is not alright. Does he have anyone who can come get him.” The teacher said pulling out his phone. I shook my head. May worked in the day and his Uncle Ben was on a business trip. “No, they are working.”

He sighed and turned to me. Jisung was clearly getting worse by the second and was wobbling a little. “What about you? Can you take him home?” Jisung laughed and wrapped his arms around me loosely. “Fuck yeah, I’d her take me home.”

“I have a test in my last period.”

“I’ll write you a pass and send it to your teacher. Take him home please.”

Nodding he typed something on his phone and returned to the group who had started to move once again. “Okay Ji, let’s get you back to May’s.” Slowly we started moving to the exit. Before we made it to the doors, Jisung practically turned green. He pushed away from me and burst towards the nearest restroom.

“Jisung!”

Ignoring the looks and yells I followed Jisung into the restroom and looked for the stall he was in. “Hey, lady get out of here!” A man standing at the urinal screamed.

“Oh please. Get over yourself.”

“Ji?”

Following the coughing and gagging sounds, I pushed the final stall door open. Jisung sat on the floor his mop of blonde hair hanging over the toilet. I crouched next to him and rubbed his back gently. “Oh god, I hate puking.”

“Jisung everyone hates puking.”

“Yeah well.....your face likes puking.”

“Nice comeback.”

Feeling too terrible to respond, he just threw up the contents of his stomach again. When he seemed able to stand the two of us made our way outside and down the subway. Jisung leaned most of his weight on me as I slid my metro pass through the scanner. How I managed to get him through the turnstile and onto the metro I have no clue. Thankfully there was once last seat free for Jisung to sit down in.

“Y/n, I don’t feel good.”

“I know,” I said softly as he rested his head against my stomach. The train turned sharply making me hold onto the strap, not wanting to fall into Jisung. Soft whines and groans came from him every now and then. This was the worst I had ever seen Jisung.

I listened to the stations being called out as I ran my fingers through his hair, hoping that would calm him down a little. We were only four stops away but more people were getting on the train. Jisung looked up at me a sick expression on his face. It changed when he looked at the passengers boarding the car.

“Here, Ma’am. You can take my seat.”

“Thank you so much, young man.” An older woman said taking his seat as he got up. “Jisung, you feel terrible. Are you okay to stand?” He shrugged latching onto the strap next to mine, his face paling again. “I’ll be fine, it’s only four stops.”

Jisung’s eyes started to droop as the train started up again. His body began to act heavier than it was so he resorted to leaning on me and nestling his head between my neck and shoulder. I did my best to make sure he didn’t fall over.

“You two are very cute together.” The old lady said with a smile.

“Oh- we aren’t--”

“You better hold onto a good man like that, sweetie. Handsome and kind. Those are hard to come by.”

Before I could respond we turned again, and I had to keep Jisung from falling in this poor nice old lady’s lap. I felt his skin burning against mine. Could this train not go any faster. Soon enough our stop came. I said bye to the old woman and helped Jisung get off the train and up the subway stairs.

“Come on, Ji. We are almost there and we both know I cannot carry your ass.”

Eventually, I made it up the stairs of his apartment building to the fourth floor and managed to drag him to his door. “Jisung, where’s your key?” Trying not to hurt his head I propped him up on the door frame. He laughed when I started searching through his pockets.

“Y/n if you wanted to cop a feel just ask. That tickles.”

“Jisung where are your fucking keys?”

“Back pocket.” He said drowsily. I sighed and reached behind him. My hands searched through his jean pockets for the cold metal keys. “Having fun back there, because I’m sure enjoying it.”

I suppressed the urge to punch him in the stomach out of fear he would vomit all over me. Finally finding his keys, I unlocked the door and threw my stuff inside, before lugging him in as well. Jisung leaned on the couch while I put my stuff on the table.

“Y/n it’s burning up in here.”

“Jisung, you just have a temperature.”

“It burns like fucking hell! It’s too hot!”

Before I could stop him Jisung was shedding layers like a snake. He tossed his shirt somewhere in the small living room. He was sweating like crazy, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead. “Ji, come on let’s get you in the shower.” I started running a cold shower for him before rushing back to the living room to call May. It would only be a couple hours until she got home, but I should still let her know what’s going on.

While Jisung was in the shower, I grabbed some medicine from the cabinet. I had absolutely no fucking idea how to treat a spider bite. Antibiotics? Hearing the shower turn off I knocked before entering. Jisung had a towel wrapped around his waist and was leaning his head against the wall. “Y/n...”

“I’m right here, Jisung.” Cautiously I led him to his room and watched him collapse onto his double bed. Rummaging through his drawers I found some mostly clean sweatpants. “Ji, do you even do laundry?”

“Y/n, I feel a little too fucking sick to do chores now.”

“I know. I know.” He slipped on the sweatpants and let me dry his hair. I wrapped his arms, covering the bite so it wouldn’t get more infected then it already probably was. Jisung’s temperature flipped like crazy. One minute he was burning up and the next he was freezing.

A sigh of relief left my chest when I heard May call out in the apartment. “Y/n thank you so much for taking care of him.” She gave me a short hug before running to go get more meds. She would know better than I would, being an ER nurse. “Ji, do you want me to stay? I can call my parents and tell them I’m staying the night.” He slowly shook his head.

“No, it’s okay.”

“I can stay really-”

“Y/n, I’ll be fine. You can go home.”

He gave me a half-assed smile and squeezed my hand. There was no arguing with Jisung sick or not so I gathered my things and left. May promised to keep me updated and I told her I would have my phone next to me.

The walk back to my apartment seemed longer than usual. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jisung. When I got home, my parents greeted me before telling me they would be working tonight. My dad was a cop and my mom worked at a hospital downtown. It was rare they were even home, to begin with. Exhausted from taking care of Jisung, I rolled onto my bed and fell asleep.

This boy really texted me at five the morning telling me to meet him at his locker three hours later. If he wasn’t still sick I would for sure have throttled him. Except for the fact that Jisung didn’t look sick. Not at all. He looked perfectly healthy as he walked down the hall towards me. In fact, he looked...really....good. It pissed me off.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sick?”

“Yeah, I got better.”

Jisung opened his locker like it was any other day and got his books. “What did you want to talk about?” He sighed and looked over at me. There was something different about him. Did his jaw always look like that? No. No jaw looks like that.

“So this morning I woke up and like I felt completely fine. In fact, I felt the best I have in years. And this weird thing happened to me on the subway-”

Jisung’s words were interrupted by the sound of his locker closing, only the entire row of metal lockers rattled as his shut. “The fuck? Did we have an earthquake or something?” I asked looking around. “What? No. New York isn’t on a fault line.” Shrugging it off I turned back to Jisung.

“You were saying?” He seemed distracted now, looking at his closed locker. “Ummm.... I wanted to thank you for yesterday.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. “Ji, you don’t need to thank me. I’ll always take care of you if you need me.” As I pulled away his hands stayed on my waist, which wasn’t totally out of the norm. Jisung was always a really touchy and flirty person. It drove me crazy sometimes, knowing that it was just his personality and not him acting on something else.

“So this weird thing happened on my way to school this morning. My hand-” Again Jisung was interrupted. This time by the bell ringing for homeroom. “Hey Jisung, I’ve gotta go, but you can tell me at lunch right?” He nodded, his expression becoming more uneasy. As I turned his grip on my waist stopped me.

“Ji, I know you wanna tell me now but I have to go!” I said with a laugh. A nervous breathy laugh escaped his lips as he tried to pull away from me. “Well, you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off of you.” Arching an eyebrow I chose to ignore his weird behavior and walked off to my homeroom.

When the lunch bell finally rang I took my food outside to where Ji and I normally ate. However, he was nowhere in sight. As if he could read my thoughts, my phone notified me of a text from Jisung.

Lix asked me to help him with some Chem work. Sry I can’t eat with you :(

I sent him a quick reply saying it was okay. It wasn’t the first time I had eaten alone and it surely wouldn’t be the last. To no surprise, Chaeyoung and one of her friends walked by. “Have you seen that kid? What’s his name? Jihyun?” She said in her shrill voice. It was hard not to hear her conversation even from twenty feet away.

“No, I think his name is Jisung. Han Jisung. He is in my physics class. Kind of a dweeb if you ask me.”

“Well, that dweeb filled out. He was probably just a late bloomer, but like all of a sudden, he got really hot. Have you seen his arms and his chest? Oh my god! A girl could die.”

The girls laughed and continued to objectify my best friend. They were right. Jisung had seemed to have had a huge glow up overnight. His lanky form did seem more toned and his arms were much more muscular than I remembered.

“Can you believe he still hangs out with that new junkie girl? Like, please. He could get any girl he wants now. Why stay friends with that waste of space?”

“That bitch is so full of herself. Literally, no one even likes her.” Chaeyoung said laughing. Having heard enough, I got up and decided to go to my next class early. It didn’t necessarily bother me what she had said. Chaeyoung always liked to mess with me.

All my classes seemed slower than usual and Jisung was answering my texts. At this point in the day, we would probably be having a meme war or a stupid conversation ignoring our teachers, but my phone was silent. Not a single notification.

By the end of the day, I was feeling totally depressed. English was my last class and thank god I had it with Jisung. No doubt he would be late though. He rarely ever showed up on time to class. But, as I walked through the classroom door I did a double-take seeing my best friend in his usual seat right beside mine.

He gave me an innocent smile. This was strange. Jisung was never early. He looked...normal. I mean other than the physical overnight puberty storm. He slouched in his chair his long legs spilling into the aisle, not that he cared, and he twirled a pen between his long slender fingers.

“Yo, wassup, cutie?” He said as I sat down. “You seem to be the talk of the school.” He shrugged and shuffled through some physics work he had on his desk. “You jealous?” That stupid smirk appeared on his mouth. “No. Just confused.”

“Okay, class. Settle down. We are going to be returning to our analysis of Austen’s novel Sense and Sensibility.”

I busied myself with taking thorough notes knowing Jisung would just fall asleep again or just play a random game on his phone. The teacher droned on making a seemingly not boring book a complete snooze fest. The lecture continued without end threatening to send me to sleep as well. Out of habit, I looked over at Jisung, except he was not asleep. Jisung was wide awake and he appeared to be listening intently.

As if he sensed I was looking at him he turned and smiled at me before returning his attention to the front of the classroom. This was too weird. Where was my Jisung? Maybe he was still sick. That could explain the weird behavior, right?

The harsh sound of the release bell brought me out of my thoughts. Jisung was already packing up his stuff. “Hey, you wanna stop by Tony’s on the way home? You can buy me a slice!” I said latching onto his arm. The girls were right. Jisung had filled out. Feeling myself starting to blush, I let go and looked back up at my best friend.

“I can’t. I’ve gotta run some errands fro May and then Uncle Ben asked me to pick up dinner and some other stuff.”

“I can come with you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll text you later!”

Without another word, Jisung raced out of the classroom. I knew Jisung pretty well and it was clear he didn’t want me around today. Alone-again- I rode the subway back to my apartment to be greeted by an empty living room. My mom had left a note on the counter leaving me money for dinner and saying Jisung was welcome to come over. “Yeah, well he’s too busy,” I said to no one in particular.

It got dark pretty quick. All my homework was finished. I even managed to submit the stupid article on lunch menus. Eventually, I had nothing to do but stare at my ceiling. The news was getting pretty boring. After the whole Avenger’s fiasco, things had quieted down, and no interesting stories were in sight. By 11:30 I had given up hope Jisung was going to text let alone call so I did the next best thing.

“Hi, May! Is Jisung busy?”

“Hi, sweetie! Jisung got home about an hour ago. He said he was out with Felix. Should I tell him to call you?”

“No, no. It’s fine. You don’t have to tell him. I’ll talk to him later.”

“Okay, honey. Goodnight!”

Han Jisung you filthy little liar. If he didn’t want to hang out with me he should have just said so. Deciding I had finally had enough of this awful day I curled up under my covers and fell asleep.

Months had now passed and Jisung had started acting normal again. Well as normal as Jisung could be anyway. Our near daily trips to Tony’s had decreased to only twice a week and Jisung always seemed to be busy after school, though he made sure to text me back for fear of facing my wrath.

“What do you think of this Spiderman guy?” I asked typing away on my laptop. Jisung lounged across my bed, the Saturday afternoon light casting a warm glow over his face. He looked up from his place beside me. “Uhh...I don’t know. What do you think of him?”

“He seems a little childish and amateur, but he is a great story. Vigilante helping out downtown New York? That’s gold.”

“Childish? What do you mean childish? He’s professional as fuck. I heard he stopped a bank robbery the other day.”

“Yeah, and they found the criminals hanging from a lampost by their underwear.”

Jisung laughed and ran a hand through his blonde hair before looking up at the ceiling. “You’ve been talking about Spiderman a lot lately. What do you have a crush on him?” I scoffed, fingers flying across my keyboard. “Please. I don’t date children. Besides, I just think he is a great story.”

“You wanna order takeout?” Jisung asked reaching over me to get my phone. My dad was on duty and my mom was on call so Jisung had come over to keep me company. I did my best to pretend I didn’t notice how amazing he smelled as he leaned over me. “You know you should really stop eating junk food. You are what you eat.” I said distracting myself from how close he was.

“Well then if we are what we eat, I guess I would be fast, cheap, and easy.”

Jisung winked at me, making my eyes roll. Jisung had grown at home in his new body and somehow he got even cockier than he was before. He groaned at my lack of response and instead let his head rest in my lap, giving him a good view of my screen. “Play with my hair, bitch.”

“Excuse me, dick. I’m working.” He laughed and unlocked my phone. I often wondered why he liked just sitting with me. I think I remembered him telling me once that he liked the sound of me typing. He said it had sort of a rhythm that only belonged to me. How he could pick up on that I had no clue. Like he had superhearing.

“I ordered sushi. Don’t worry, I’ll pay.” Jisung said, adjusting his body slightly so he wasn’t at an awkward angle. I smiled continuing to write about our masked arachnid hero. “Please tell me you got boba too.” I sighed suddenly craving the sweet drink.

“Of course, baby. I’ve got you.”

There was a moment of silence. Any minute now Jisung was going to break it. The boy couldn’t go three minutes without talking. “Do you think Spiderman is hot?” Jisung blurted out.

“Jisung...do we need to have a talk?”

“What- no! Oh, what- no! I mean like do you think he’s hot?”

“The guy wears a mask; how am I supposed to know?”

He shrugged and played on my phone. “I don’t know. What do you think he looks like?” With Jisung’s mind, he wasn’t going to drop this until he got an answer. Saving my work, I closed my laptop and moved it onto the side table. “He’s probably like thirteen. I’m mean he is skinny enough to be a pre-teen.”

“No, like his face.”

“You are weirdly obsessed with this you know.”

“Answer the question already. I’m getting bored.”

I thought for a minute, my hand unconsciously moving to run through his blonde locks. What would spiderman look like? “He is probably just some random white dude. Dark hair, blue eyes maybe?”

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer. The topic changed after that. Jisung told me about spending time with his Uncle earlier that day and we talked about his weird physics experiments. Soon enough, the food came and Jisung paid for it like he said he would. We spent the next several hours sitting in my bed eating sushi, drinking boba, and watching a drama Jisung insisted I ‘needed to see or my brain would explode out of my ears from being lame’.

After several episodes, my room was obscenely dark and my parents had yet to come home. My back rested against Jisung’s chest letting me feel the vibration of his laughs. “Hey, it’s late. You should probably head home.” He smiled when I made no attempt at moving or letting him up. “Do you want me to stay?” “Yes please.” He chuckled and pulled out his phone, calling his uncle and letting him know.

Soon I began to grow tired, my head slumping back onto his shoulder. He poked my side, trying to wake me up. “Hey, go change for bed.” Sleepily, I nodded and shuffled out of bed to sift through my closet for a nightshirt. Jisung moved around getting comfortable while I changed.

As I walked back over to the bed Jisung shut my laptop and placed it on my nightstand. When I climbed back into my bed he pulled me on top of him, wrapping his arms around my waist. It had been quite a while since Jisung had stayed over. It felt so nice just to be next to him, feeling the warmth radiating off his bare chest. The sound of his heartbeat lulled me to sleep.

Jisung’s ringtone blared in my small room quickly waking me up. “Ji-” I said shoving my head under the covers. “I got it. Go back to sleep.” A quick glance at my clock told me it was two am. Who the hell was calling Jisung at two am? Jisung reached over me and grabbed his phone off the stand. He tried not to move a lot because my head still lay on his arm. “Hello?”

“Happy? What’s wrong?”

“Jisung tell the Disney dwarf to hang up. I wanna go back to sleep.” I whined, drowsily. Snuggling back into his chest, I reluctantly listened to him sleepily talk on the phone, Jisung not being fully awake himself. “Where am I? I’m at Y/n’s.....Yes....Yes, you can add the location to the list.” I felt Jisung run a hand through his fluffy hair and sigh.

“Mr. Stark said what? Yeah, yeah I have it in my bag....What now?....She’s gonna kill me....I can be there in ten.” Jisung hung up and started to get out of bed. “Woah, where the hell are you going? I need my personal space heater.” Jisung let out a tired laugh as he slipped his baggy shirt back on and rummaged through his bag looking for something.

“I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

“Jisung who the fuck is calling you at two am? What is so important that you have to leave?” I asked still not really awake and comprehensive. “Uhhh....my....internship.”

“Your what?”

“My internship.”

“Your what?”

“My internship.”

“Yeah-Ji- you keep saying ‘your internship’ like my half-asleep half murderous mind will understand what your saying.”

“I got an internship with Stark Industries. They have uh... a problem....with some of the...code that I wrote....last week.”

Jisung started slipping his socks back on as I stared at him in confusion. “When did you get an internship with freaking Tony Stark -You work with Ironman?!” He laughed and started searching for his shoes.

“Y/n, go back to sleep. I’ll see you on Monday.” Then he left. I was alone once again in my room. A random siren went off in the distance and I just sat in bed. Suddenly, the police scanner on my dresser crackled to life. My dad had given it to me for my birthday a few years ago.

We have a 647g Disorderly Conduct at 284 Hickom Av.

647g? Why bother calling that in at this time of night? That was just loitering. Sighing, I got up and walked over to turn the radio off. Another voice coming through stopped me.

Disregard suspect has left the premise with another group of guys. Headed south down Hickom.

South down Hickom street? What had my dad said earlier this week? Something about several high arms deals going down near there. If I could catch one in the act this would be a great story! Throwing on some pants and slipping on my sneakers, I grabbed my camera and put on my jacket. “Finally a great story!”

Hickom Avenue was maybe about ten minutes away. The streets were pretty dark at two am, but it didn’t really bother me. My curiosity overpowered any fear I should have. My eyes scanned the area looking for any sign of the guys the scanner mentioned. Just as I was about to cross in front of an alley I saw them. Quickly I doubled back and pressed against the wall.

“If I’m paying 4k for some lightsaber shit, I’d better get a demonstration, man.”

Carefully I peeked around the corner. Seven men stood in the hallway. Three were next to this heavy-duty van with blacked-out windows. This was definitely an arms deal if I had ever seen one. Which....to be fair...I hadn’t. But it was pretty clear.

A guy with muscles bigger than my head pulled out a large weapon with green glowing lights. Quickly I pulled out my camera and started snapping pictures. They proceeded to fire this huge light cannon around the alley. Holy shit. This thing was powerful.

“Okay, you got a deal. I’ll take four-”

Let’s dance the night away,

Yeaaaahh

One, Two, Three! Let’s go!

“Fuck,” I whispered ripping my phone out of my pocket and struggling to turn it off. “Turn off, come on.” Finally, I silenced the phone and turned to see if they had heard. Instead my eyes met a broad chest only a couple inches away.

Okay....think, think, think. Too busy panicking. Can’t think. Uhhhhhh......fuck. I followed my first instinct and threw a punch at the guy’s nose. His head did not recoil like it was supposed to. He just simply cracked his neck and glared down at me.

Okay.....instincts bad.

Before I knew it I was struggling against the man’s grip as he dragged me into the alley. “We’ve got a visitor.” He said throwing me onto the ground in front of all the other men. They sneered and inched closer clearly quite upset I had interrupted their little party.

“Make that two. Hey, how are you guys doing?”

All heads turned to the roof of the liquor store we were next to. My eyes widened. There was Spiderman. Complete with the red and blue suit and cocky childish attitude. “Who the fuck are you?” The buff guy, who now had his foot digging into my stomach, said.

“Bro....Come on. I’m Spiderman. You know. I shoot webs and kick ass.”

“Isn’t he that guy from YouTube that did the flip on that building?”

“OH MY GOD, THAT WAS ONE TIME!”

The man scoffed and pressed further onto my stomach, making me wince slightly. “Scram, Arachne Boy.” The men around me laughed at I assumed the leader’s joke. The hero sighed and shook his head.

“See now I have to beat you up. You can’t just make fun of my name. That shit hurts, bro.”

“What the fu-” Before he could finish his sentence a web shot and grabbed onto his face and flung him into the side of the building. Soon a fight broke out. Trying to remove myself from the situation I crawled away as Spiderman fought all the men.

“Ah!”

A strong hand grabbed the back of my neck and hoisted me off the ground. “You aren’t getting away that easy, little girl.” The man sneered. A huge welt was on the side of his face from Spiderman’s attack. My airway’s started to close as he squeezed tighter. My hands tried to pull his fingers away and slapping at any place I could reach. Meanwhile, the last thing I would hear before I died would be Spiderman yelling something about Naruto running a dude into the next Millenium.

As the edges of my vision started to fade, I heard another voice come closer. “Get your fucking mutant hands off her!” It screamed. I was dropped to the ground. Air filled my lungs as I took huge gasps. Looking up I saw Spiderman taking on the huge monstrosity of a man with nothing but his own two hands.

“I was told never to play with guns. But I think today might be the exception.”

A web shot out of his fingertips and pulled the weird contraption into his hands. A bright light emitted and fired at the man, blasting him into the building wall. Within seconds Spiderman had wrapped up the villain in a little cocoon of sticky webs, keeping him secure. A quick look around told me he had already done the same to the others.

The boy in the red suit danced around like a weirdo, while I sat on the ground. “Go Spidey! Go Spidey! Hell yeah! I made all of you my bitches!” I coughed still trying to get air back into my lungs. The white eyes on his mask widened. It must be some pretty advanced tech in that suit.

“Holy shit- Are you okay, Y/n...........I mean...wait-...random citizen I don’t know who means nothing to me personally. Are you okay?”

His voice weirdly got lower halfway through his sentence. Dazed, I looked back up at him. He offered me a hand up and gratefully I took it. “Thanks for helping back there,” I said, voice coming out a bit sore. He shrugged and puffed out his chest.

“Yeah, I did kick some serious ass didn’t I?”

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my camera and started to walk away. “Wait! Where are you going?” He swung from a lamppost and landed in front of me the suit’s eyes widening and shrinking again. His suit must have facial readers or something.

“I’m going home. I’ve got my story; I’m done.”

“Hey it’s not safe. Let me take you home. What would your friends say if you weren’t at school tomorrow?”

Spiderman continued to follow me as if he were a lost puppy. I laughed when he almost tripped over a trashcan. “Okay, one- how do you know I’m a student? And two- I don’t really have any friends. People don’t like me at school.” He stopped in his tracks.

“What do you mean- Are you getting bullied at school?” His words stopped me. He sounded genuinely concerned. By now we were halfway to my apartment. I simply stared at him as the old streetlights flickered and struggled to light up the sidewalks we were on.

“A couple people bother me, but I just ignore them. Look I’m gonna go home. Thanks for back there. You were a real hero.”

He looked between me and my hand as I stuck it out for him to shake. Slowly he took it, his grip firm, but cautious. “You know, usually heroes get a thank you kiss for rescuing such a gorgeous girl.” I scoffed and pulled my hand away.

“Sorry, Spidey. I’m not interested in cocky little shits who run around wearing masks.”

“Yeah well, you’d be surprised. What is your type? Bet, I’m still it.”

My eyes lit up thinking about him. “I guess I’m more of the boy next door type. They say you always fall for your best friend right?”

He blinked as if he was processing my words. What I thinking? A horny fourteen-year-old boy wouldn’t understand. “Night, Spidey. Thanks for the save.” Not letting him say another word, I headed back to my apartment. My apartment was still empty when I returned. My parents wouldn’t be back until after I left for school in a few hours. Reluctantly I went back to my bed, missing the space where Jisung lay only a few hours earlier. It was harder to fall asleep without him next to me.

My legs carried me as quickly as they could. I ignored the crazy looks from people on the street as I raced to May’s apartment. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I burst through the building’s main entrance. Knowing the elevator would take too long and it was probably broken again, I took the stairs up to the fourth floor.

The door was unlocked when I ran into the apartment. “May? May!” I called, looking for her in the living room. Hearing small cries I turned to find her exiting the kitchen. With open arms, I let her hug me and cry into my shoulder.

We sat in the kitchen in silence. Occasionally one of our cries would slip, but the emptiness would return. He wasn’t answering any of my calls. I was beginning to worry. May said they were together. Where was he? It had been hours since May had called me. The sound of the door opening made us both stand from our seats.

Jisung walked in with heavy shoulders and blood on his forehead and smeared across his shirt. He had dried tears staining his cheeks. I had seen the footage of the shooting on the news with May, but the sight of Jisung standing before us made my heart break.

I held myself back as May went to her nephew. They needed each other. I could wait. Whispers between the two were shared, most likely about her husband. She had already gotten a call, but hearing it from Jisung seemed important to her. After a moment she excused herself, saying something about wanting to go to bed.

The two of us stood in silence. I had no idea how to comfort him. How could you comfort someone who just watched their uncle die? Jisung started to slowly move towards his room. Wordlessly, I followed.

After I closed his door, I turned to find him staring at the walls small cries coming from his form. There were pictures of him and his uncle all over his room. Jisung sighed when I wrapped my arms around him from behind. He turned around so he could hold me to his chest. Hot tears fell against my neck as he cried.

It felt like hours before he calmed down. Gently I led him over to the bed and sat him down. All he could do was stare at his hands as I grabbed a clean shirt from his closet and a wet cloth from the bathroom. There was no fight from him as I lifted the bloodied shirt from his body and put it in the hamper.

Carefully, I lifted his chin and gently started cleaning the blood away from his face. I tried not to wipe away the tears that slowly ran down his cheeks. He looked broken-and tired like he hadn’t slept even before today’s events. My heart shattered when he finally looked me in the eye.

“I’m not ready for this.” He whispered, more tears falling.

Wrapping my arms around him, I let the clean shirt fall to the floor. “I know...” I tried to keep tears from falling from my own eyes. I concentrated on running my fingers through his hair and how tightly he held onto my waist. “You’re never going to be ready for it.” He cried even harder, making me want to scream for him.

Slowly, I laid back onto his bed, holding him on top of my chest. “No one is ever ready for what you are going through,” I whispered. His body shook from crying and he buried his nose into my neck, holding onto me as if I were the only tether keeping him from floating away. “But, you are so strong. We aren’t faced with challenges we can’t overcome.” His breathing started to steady as my hand traced patterns on this bare skin of his back. “Sometimes I wish I was normal,” He whispered.

“Ji, you are anything but normal. And that’s okay. But for now...you can just be here. I’ll be with you. When you’re ready you can do whatever you need to. But...just stay here for now.”

He nodded and held onto me even tighter. I listened to his breath, gently rubbing his back and playing with his hair. When I knew he was asleep, I let myself do the same. Tomorrow would be another day. I would most likely have to leave and let Jisung and May grieve, but for now, I could be with him. Hopefully, that was enough.

Early the next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Jisung’s covers were loosely wrapped around me and his window was cracked open, letting a strip of sunlight in. Slowly, I sat up and rubbed my head. It was quite unusual for him to be up this early. Well, it was quite unusual for me to be up this early, but it was like my body had a sensor for when he was gone. I pulled my phone from the table and started to text him.

The sound of the window opening caused my attention to turn. I froze as I saw Jisung climbing through the window. “What the fuck!” He froze when he saw me. My eyes widened, taking the sight in. Jisung was standing before me wearing a familiar red and blue suit, a mask in his hand.

“Y/n, I can explain...”

Was Jisung Spiderman? Was my best friend Spiderman? Holy shit! “Okay explain!” He simply stared at me, eyes wide. His hand came to scratch the back of his neck. His eyes avoided mine as my arms crossed my chest.

“Jisung, might I suggest explanation protocol #38 for Miss L/n?”

“Oh my God! Friday, shut up! You aren’t helping.”

I watched as Jisung said to the AI apparently in his suit before he tossed the mask onto his desk. “You have an explanation protocol for me?” The look on his face showed that he knew he was in trouble.

“See the thing is...I’m not Spiderman-...” He stopped when I glared at him. “Okay, I am Spiderman. This is my internship with Mr.Stark.” Without hesitation, I got up from his bed and started slapping his arm.

“This doesn’t even hurt, does it? You have superstrength. Oh my god, I’m going to fucking murder you.” An aggravated sigh left my chest. “So this whole entire time you have been swinging around the city saving people and doing flips on buildings and I was none the wiser?” I said turning back to him.

“That was one time! But...yes.” He stood awkwardly in his own room. “Look, I’m sure you have a lot of questions.” He gulped when my stern gaze turned back on him. “So, anything you ask I’ll answer.”

“Who else knows?”

“Mr. Stark, Happy- the guy who is my supervisor-, and Felix.”

“FELIX?”

He flinched as my voice raised. Taking a breath, I calmly sat back down on his bed. He watched as I crossed my legs and turned off the sound on my phone. No way was I gonna let my parents interrupt this conversation. “How did you become like...this...” I asked pointing to his clearly toned physique.

“At first I thought it was just like another puberty thing. But, like puberty doesn't make me shoot webs out of my hands. I think it was that spider from the lab.”

“So do-...are all your...bodily fluids...like...webs? Like do you shoot webs out of everywhere or-”

“You wanna find out?” Jisung said with a smirk, coming closer. I did not hesitate to slap him.

“You couldn’t think of a better name though? Spiderman, really? You couldn’t come up with something more aggressive?”

“Well, I mean...like - spiders are cool, okay!”

I could tell he was uncomfortable. Usually, Jisung always stood up straight and had some sort of a smile or smirk on his face, but he was truly nervous. He watched me expectantly, waiting to answer whatever questions I asked next.

“So when you said you were away on a company retreat for the weekend. That was actually you who was fighting Captain America and all that shit in Prauge?”

“Yes.”

“When you left that night, did you go to the arms deal?”

“Yes.”

“So, it was you who saved me.”

“Your welcome.”

“Don’t push it.”

Nervously, he let out a laugh. No matter how many questions I asked...he was still my best friend. I was proud of him. He was doing so much good. Don’t get me wrong I was still very pissed at him for not telling me. “You owe me pizza at Tony’s for the rest of the fucking year.” A sigh of relief left his chest and he wrapped me in a hug.

“That’s fine by me. I’m honestly surprised you didn’t ask about the whole crush thing.” I pulled away to see that fucking smirk on his mouth. “I think it’s cute you’re in love with me.” He tugged me closer to his body, gripping my waist.

“Who says I’m in love with you?”

“Me.”

“You’re an asshole- you say a lot of stupid shit.”

“I’m an asshole, not a liar. There’s a difference.”

My breath caught in my throat when I saw his eyes glance down to my lips. I could practically feel my heartbeat pulsing through my entire body. It was true and he knew it. I was in love with him. “Well....what are you going do about it? Prick...” I said in a shaky breath. He let out a soft laugh, his eyes lighting up.

“Kiss you....bitch.”

My heart went crazy as he pressed his lips to mine. Closing my eyes, I melted into his touch. This was definitely the craziest two days of my entire life. I never would have imagined I would have to comfort my best friend, find out he was a superhero running around New York, and then have him kiss me in his bedroom.

Jisung smiled as I kissed him back, draping my arms around his neck and threading my fingers through his blonde hair. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought kissing Jisung would be like this. Without his mouth leaving mine he pushed me up against the wall of his bedroom. He sighed when my teeth caught his bottom lip.

“Fuck...do you know how long I’ve thought about this?” He asked before returning to my lips.

“Kissing me?”

“To be honest I’ve been thinking about more than that since I was thirteen.”

Ignoring my scoff, Jisung continued to attack my lips like he had found water for the first time after walking in a desert. His hands slid under my legs, making me shriek when he picked me up. In one swift motion, he turned around and threw me onto his bed, before hovering over me. “I love you,” He whispered, before placing a soft kiss on my lips. Slowly, he moved down to my neck, my hands running through his soft hair. Impatiently, I pulled him back to my lips.

Our little makeout session was interrupted by the sound of Jisung’s phone ringing. He sighed and dropped his head onto my shoulder. “I have to get that,” He sighed and pushed himself off the bed, walking over to pick up his phone. My eyes couldn’t help but rake over him. Now, I could freely ogle how gorgeous his body was. I bit my lip, looking at the lines of his broad shoulders go down to his slim waist.

“Happy, now is not a good time.”

“Yes....among other things...” A blush flooded his cheeks as he looked back at me still laying on his bed.

“Can’t Mr. Stark send someone else?”

“I’m not just going to up and leave.”

Getting bored, I got up and wrapped my arms around him. He tried to look over at me, but I just buried my face in his chest. Patiently, I waited for him to finished the call with Happy. Finally, he threw the phone onto his bed and kissed me again. “Do you have to go?” I asked against his lips. He pulled away another smirk filling his face.

“You want to go to Berlin for a week?”

“What?”

“Mr. Stark needs me in Berlin. Something about S.H.I.E.L.D and an Avenger thing. But, there is no way May will let me go. Especially after yesterday.”

“Why am I going?”

“Happy said I could take you with me, you know to convince May to let me go.”

I laughed and kissed him again. “Sure. I’ll go to Berlin with you.” He laughed and spun me around the room. “However, you are gonna be the one to tell my dad that we are going alone with no chaperone to a country where the drinking age is sixteen.”

“Fuck.”

“Good luck, Ji.”

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intoanothermind · 4 years ago

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Photograph - Tom Holland

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- Tom Holland x reader

Synopsis: you’ve always loved photography and Marvel movies. Now you have to take your younger brother to a Spiderman Homecoming’s meet and greet in your town.

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I walked around the place with Dylan clinging to my coat and my professional camera in hand. I didn’t have much of a habit of going to events where I wasn’t the hired photographer, but that was a special occasion. The cast of Spider-Man's new movie would be at the city's venue handing out autographs and personalized jackets and me and my younger brother, as good fans of the superhero, just couldn’t miss that opportunity. I even had my buttons in the strap of my shoulder bag and Dylan had the cap on his head. We had the shirts of course, but we always thought that any poser could have one, so we tried to be original.

“Y/N, can I go now?” Asked the ten-year-old boy, pulling my coat down.

I bit my bottom lip, thinking how I would manage to take him to meet the cast and take pictures of everything at the same time. I looked around, realizing there were a lot of kids around Tom Holland - my not so secret celebrity crush since The Impossible - and I decided that he would be the first one we would try to go to.

“Alright, Dylan.” I ran a hand over Dylan's black hair. “We'll go together, but try not to get lost. I am responsible for you.”

Dylan frowned. “You're only eighteen.”

“And I'm still older than you, shortie.”

I didn’t give him much time to answer, I just put my arm around his shoulder and guided him to Tom. We waited while the children cheered as they received a customized coat and the attention from the new Spider-Man. I was so fascinated by all that interaction that I couldn’t resist and raised my camera. I was able to take several pictures of him with the children, one more spontaneous than the other and I was sure they would go to the mural of my favourites photographs on my room’s wall. My mother used to go crazy every time she walked into my room, saying that there were too many pictures for her taste, but each of them told stories about the best days of my life.

At one point I was so distracted taking pictures of four children preparing to go back to their parents, celebrating for having talked to Tom and won a coat that I didn’t even realize I was attracting unwanted attention to myself.

“Hey!” The accent that I would recognize anywhere sounded closer than I had ever imagined.

I turned my widened eyes and my heart threatened to come out of my mouth when I saw those brown eyes looking directly at me.

“Y/N, Y/N, let's go talk to him!” Dylan insisted on pulling on my coat and I followed him, completely in shock. “Tom, Tom, can you autograph a photo?!”

“Sure, buddy.” The actor replied, smiling at my little brother and I almost felt my heart melt with it.

“Y/N, can you take a picture of us with that cool camera?”

I swallowed hard as Tom turned his attention to me, analysing me and making me uncomfortable about it. I concentrated on not letting the camera drop into my hand as I slipped it back into my bag and took out the Polaroid camera.

“You really like cameras.” Tom commented with an arched eyebrow and I smiled nervously.

“The perks of the career.” I replied, glad that I didn’t stuttered.

Dylan straightened next to Tom and they both made the hand gesture that Peter makes to throw the webs. I took the picture and after shaking it a little in the air, I handed Tom to autograph.

“Don’t you want one, too?” He asked and I frowned in confusion until he pointed to the brooch on the purse strap. “You're also a fan, right?”

I felt my cheeks heating up and as much as I'd love to have an excuse to hug him I remembered how much I hate showing up on the other side of the camera.

“Hm...” I tried to make a good excuse, but I couldn’t think of any that wouldn’t offend him.

“She hates appearing in photos.” Dylan said before I could stop him.

I blushed even more when Tom laughed.

“But I'd be happy to, you know, be able to take pictures of you with the children.” I almost hit myself for saying that. I was already taking pictures of him.

“That's fine by me.”

For the next two hours, I was taking pictures along with the photographer hired for the event. He didn’t like the idea at all, but he accepted when I promised it would only be Tom and that none of them would go on the internet before releasing the officials one - all this with a little conviction on Tom's part, which really surprised me. Dylan was encouraged to stay there for a little longer, already wearing the jacket he had won and holding mine so as not to take up space in my bag. He spent all his time talking to the children who were there and always showing the autographed photo whenever anyone asked. I also got some more pictures of him with Tom.

At some point, Harrison, who I hadn’t even noticed was around, approached me and kept talking to me while I took the pictures.

“You really intrigued him.” he commented, but I was so focused on taking photos of Tom kneeling in front of a little boy about seven years old dressed as Spiderman.

“What do you mean?”

“I saw the way he looked at you before he came to talk to you and your brother.” Harrison replied and I was so surprised that the photo I was came out blurred. “But I also saw how nervous you were to talk to him. You have a crush on him, don’t you?”

He laughed as I turned redder than tomato.

“Don’t you dare say that to anyone.”

Harrison laughed. “Don’t worry about it, I'm sure your brother has already told your secret to Tommy.”

I narrowed my eyes, almost choking on my own saliva.

“Okaaay, time to go.” I said and hurried to Dylan. “Let's go, now.”

Dylan frowned at the thought of going home, but he still came with me. I gave Harrison a nervous smile when I realized he was looking at me with a mocking smile and I immediately wanted to run away. My wanting to go away only increased when I heard the British accent in the unmistakable voice of Tom Holland calling my name.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” He ignored everyone trying to reach him as he came towards us. I could hear Dylan laughing besides me and I just wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury myself alive. “Well... I... I wanted to know if you could, you know, give me your phone and we could, you know, go out some time...”

“Su-sure.” The answer came before I even reasoned with him.

I was a bit paralyzed and only woke up from the shock when Dylan nudged my arm and I realized that Tom was extending his phone to me. I picked it up with hands slightly shaking and added my contact to his contact list.

“I'll send you a message as soon as the event is over.” Tom assured her and I smiled shyly.

That afternoon, after adding fifteen of my favourite photos of the event to my mural, including some of it with Dylan, and having responded to the message he had sent a few minutes earlier, I received a notification on Instagram. It was a new photo added and I was tagged. I frowned as I entered the app, completely confused. It was a picture of me taking the picture of Tom and Dylan that had been autographed, probably taken by Harrison. In the legend, a heart with the words “unforgettable day”.

I couldn’t agree more.

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years ago

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the one where jj gets glasses

a/n: I saw these pictures from @x-lulu and immediately had to write this. so requested by no one I just couldn’t resist. set in post-grad world!

it’s short but cute, wordcount: 1k

“are they gonna stick something in my eye?”

jj and charlie sat in the waiting room of the eye doctor’s, waiting for his appointment. he had been complaining that he couldn’t see some details with emails at work, and she noticed the way he’d hold menus far away from him at restaurants or squint at his phone in the mornings. after a month of complaints and resisting, he finally gave in.

“no they’re not going to stick something in your eye, don’t be silly.” charlie rolled her eyes and squeezed his hand. “it’s easy. you’ll be fine.” jj grumbled. “says you, you’ve had contacts since you were like four.” she laughed. “twelve, actually. but that’s good, I’ll help you.”

“you’d better.”

“I still don’t know how you’ve managed like this for so long. did you not have trouble seeing as a kid?” she asked, nudging her knee against his.

“ah.” jj chuckled lowly, without any hint of humor. “good old dad never cared about my eyesight like that.” charlie frowned, as she always did whenever he tried using sarcasm to deflect when discussing his dad. “jj...” he shook his head, waving it off. “s’okay. it was never too terrible, just noticed it a lot more in college.”

“not in high school?” she questioned. “nah. I didn’t care about school til - well, til sophomore year, probably.” he laughed at her affronted expression and tugged the end of her hair fondly. “don’t look so surprised, walker, you saw my poor excuse for studying in senior year.”

when they called his name, she nudged him to go. “I’ll be right here, and I’ll help you pick out your glasses, okay?”

“don’t leave.” jj pointed a warning finger at her and she nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. “you’ll be fine.”

twenty minutes later, he came out from the back to the glasses fittings, rubbing his eyes. “you lied.”

“did not.”

“did too! they puffed air in my eyes. both of them.”

“oh.” she gave him an apologetic smile. “oops. must have forgot about that.” before he could complain more, she grabbed his hand, walking him over to a display of frames. “c’mon, pick out something good.”

“these are all stupid looking.” he grumbled and charlie sent him a pointed glare. “fine, fine,” he said, looking through the display. they goofed around for a while, trying on multiple pairs (and charlie turned down half of them, declaring they didn’t suit his face). “I look like harry potter.” jj complained as he stared back at his reflection in a pair of horn rimmed glasses. “I like harry potter.” charlie nudged him. “these look good, j. you’re being too picky.”

“I’m too - you shot down half my options!” he cried out and she giggled, shushing him. “I am not letting you get purple glasses! just - here.” she grabbed another pair and handed them to him, trading it for the current pair. he sighed and put them on, turning to her expectantly. “well?”

she shook her head. “no. you gotta choose, I’m not going to be held responsible if you don’t like them.”

he grinned but turned to the mirror anyways, then glanced back at her with a look of surprise. “oh. these actually aren’t bad.” she laughed. “yeah? I like them. they look good.” jj didn’t truly care and was more eager to get it over with than anything, so he obliged and got them fitted with his proper lens prescription.

the whole drive home, jj stared in awe at every passing thing, taking in all the details. “all the leaves always so...crisp?” he asked, glancing back at charlie with wide eyes. she nodded, amused. “kind of a blur of green before, yeah?” he nodded and turned back to the window. “yeah. it’s all so sharp.” he stated, matter-of-fact.

jj absolutely refused to try his contacts until charlie finally convinced him a week later, when he came back from a run without his glasses and nearly ran into a few trees now that he was used to seeing with full vision.

“open your eyes!”

“they are open!” he complained, flinching away for the fourth time as charlie’s finger came near his eye. “careful, woman!” she rolled her eyes and placed the contact back in the container. “fine, but you’re going to have to learn at some point. unless you want your glasses for the rest of your life.”

jj scowled like a little kid, taking the glasses out of its case and sliding them on.

“I look like a fucking nerd.” he complained, tugging his glasses off. charlie shook her head and took them, placing them back onto his face. “I think they’re actually kind of hot. a spiderman kind of vibe, like when andrew garfield played him.”

he paused, eyeing her skeptically and looked at himself in the mirror. “...really?” she bit back a grin, knowing exactly the effect her words would have. “yeah. they’re sexy.” his mood flipped instantly and he puffed up his chest, grabbing her hand and pulling her close. “you really think so?”

she laughed and nudged her nose against his before giving him a quick kiss. “I do.” jj placed both hands on either side of her head to keep her in place, eyeing her over carefully. “have you always had freckles?”

charlie laughed, tugging out of his grip. “in the summer, yeah. you’ve really never noticed?”

“not really.” he grinned, grabbing her hand to pull her back. “wait, what else have I not been able to see?” he tugged up on the hem of her shirt and she giggled, batting his hand away. “we’re meeting our friends for dinner, remember, we can’t start that now.”

“I just want to look!” he protested, though a wicked smirk on his face betrayed him.

“uh huh. you can look all you want later, maybank.”

“promise?” he asked eagerly, following her out the door.

“promise.”

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backtothestart02 · 3 years ago

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Hazy - 9/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Enjoy!

Commissioned by @andie1223

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Chapter 9 -

Barry had managed to pull off the grand lie that he didn’t remember anything to Joe when he came in the room, but he didn’t know if he could do that repeatedly, and he knew he’d have to if he stayed at his own place after leaving presumably the next day. He could only guess that his powers were gone, since he’d been in the hospital overnight instead of just a few hours, and he didn’t know how long it would take for the severity of his injuries to recede. It’d been so long since he was…well, human.

“I know that look,” Linda said when she re-entered the room sometime later.

Barry quickly smoothed over his face and looked up at her.

“What look? And also, how? You haven’t known me long enough to know my looks.”

“Psh. I’m a reporter, which means I’m observant. I’ve been paying a lot of attention to you in the short time we’ve known each other. Trust me.”

He watched her suspiciously as she sat down on the chair beside his bed again.

“You’ll stay with me.”

He gawked. “Excuse me?”

“It’s obvious you’re terrible at keeping secrets.”

“I kept from Iris that I was in love with her until her wedding reception.” He paused. “I think.”

He couldn’t remember now. Did he confess his feelings before then in this timeline? Suddenly it was all very foggy.

“That’s different.” Linda brushed it aside. “That was a secret you wanted to keep. This one you don’t. And I’m the only one that knows. It just makes sense.”

“Linda, I appreciate the offer, but I’m not going to be fully healed by tomorrow. You’re going to have to…wait on me and stuff.”

She raised her eyebrows, amused.

“Nothing I can’t handle. Besides, how are you going to handle yourself if you just go home? Answer, you won’t. Joe will have to come over and then your little secret will probably come out.”

“You don’t know tha-”

“You’ll be at your weakest moment, and without me to interrupt a possible moment of secret spillage, well…”

He waited.

“It would be a disaster!”

“I don’t know how I’ll be on a couch, Linda…I’m still kind of fragile.”

She waved that off.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I have a guest bedroom. You can stay in there. And I’m a very clean person too, so you don’t have to worry about tripping over anything.”

His brows furrowed.

“Why would I worry about that?”

She leaned in, an all-knowing look on her face.

“Are you a clean person?”

He managed to blush.

“Yeah, exactly.” She returned to her former position. “If I leave you to your own devices, you’d probably re-injure yourself. And even worse!”

“Okay, okay, fine, I’ll stay with you.”

“Good.” She smiled smugly.

“But we’ll have to stop at my place first, so I can get clothes and stuff.”

“No problem.”

“Have you talked to Scott yet? About…your employment?”

She winced. “I haven’t heard from him, but I’m very good at groveling, so I’ll be sure to do that first thing tomorrow morning.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“Worst case is…he suspends me, which I wouldn’t be a fan of but it would give me more time to wait on you, so that should excite you.”

Barry’s brows furrowed.

“You’re not afraid he’ll fire you?”

She snorted. “Uh, no. I’m too good of a reporter. He needs me. Plus, it’d be kind of a dick move, don’t you think? He escorts me home, only to fire me on my next workday?”

Barry attempted to shrug, but it hurt, and he winced.

“Use your words, Allen.”

His lips thinned. “I guess.”

“Look, I appreciate your concern, but you’re in a much worse state than I am. Maybe let me take care of you and not the other way around?”

“I said I’d stay with you, didn’t I?”

“Reluctantly,” she reminded him.

He frowned. “I still said it.”

Linda studied him for a few seconds longer before letting up.

“Alright, well, I guess I should go.” She started to get up.

“Wait, why?”

She hefted her purse onto her shoulder.

“To let you get some sleep? I’ll be back in the morning to get you settled at my apartment, no worries. Unless…you’re not afraid someone will come in and pummel you here? You don’t think Eddie…” She let the question hang.

Well, he hadn’t been until now.

“No, of course not,” he said, sounding as convincing as he could. “Go ahead home, Linda. It’s late.”

“It’s early is what you mean.”

He had no concept of time anymore, so his brows furrowed and asked the question for him.

“It’s early Sunday morning. You were out for hours when they brought you in last night.”

That stunned him, even if he did recall vaguely hearing about that.

“Oh,” he said, and that clearly worried her.

“Maybe I should stay…” She bit her bottom lip.

“No. No, Linda. Go home. Everyone else will probably go home, and if they don’t, I’ll insist they’re not in my room. Get some rest. Please. You’ll be dealing with me enough in the coming days.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“So sure,” he assured her.

She pursed her lips.

“I’ll be fine. The monitors will go off if someone starts punching me again. Then the nurses will come running and soon after, the doctor. You have nothing to worry about.”

She eyed him carefully, but it was clear she’d started to agree with him.

“Alright.” She reached for his hand and squeezed it gently. “I’ll be back in the…later morning. Get some sleep.”

“You too.”

With one last pained smile, she finally turned away and exited the room. Then he was alone. No one else came in until a nurse some 20 minutes later. That nurse asked if he needed anything, and when he didn’t, she shut off the lights and said she’d check on him later.

That seemed fine to him.

He lay his head back on the pillow and did his best to fall asleep. Unfortunately, he dreamed.

At least he thought he did.

“Flash,” a dark, rumbly voice sounded beside him.

His eyes flung open. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. There in his yellow speedster suit stood the Reverse Flash himself. He was vibrating at full speed.

“Missing your powers, are you?” He darkly chuckled.

Barry’s brows furrowed. He had a million questions, but his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn’t get them out.

“If you think this is bad, it’s only the beginning.”

Then a crackle a lightning filled the room and the man in yellow was gone.

Barry’s eyes flung open again, and he was gasping for air. He couldn’t breathe.

Fumbling around with his free hand, he hit the red nurse’s button. The monitors must’ve been beeping really loud, because three nurses came in at once and quickly got him on oxygen. They stuck a needle in him too – something to calm him he guessed.

He blacked out. He didn’t dream this time. No hallucinations or visits from evil speedsters.

He was just out. For hours.

The steady beeping coming from the monitors woke him once. That and the light coming through the large window that the nurses must’ve forgotten to draw the shades over. Glancing at the clock across the room, he saw it was still early, 5 a.m., but he was okay now. He could breathe.

He was okay.

…

He didn’t tell Linda about the dream when she came to pick him up a few hours later, but he did reluctantly tell her about the whole not being able to breathe thing. He shouldn’t have, because it made her feel guilty for leaving. He was quick to reassure her though, and soon enough all the necessary paperwork was filled out, and he was allowed to go home with her.

They stopped at his apartment, which he only remembered because he had his phone on him and apparently at one point he’d put in his address along with the general contact information for himself.

Weird, but helpful in this particular instance.

It took some time to get all packed up, but Linda was good at that too, and she was fast on her feet.

“I’m glad I agreed to stay with you,” he finally said when they walked into her apartment about an hour later.

She turned to look at him and smiled.

“Me too.”

Things moved quickly after that. Linda showed him to the guest bedroom, which had a TV in it and some comic books on the bedside table. Superman, Spiderman, Iron Man, etc.

“Some light reading in case you get bored and the TV doesn’t entertain you enough,” she said when she caught him staring.

“Did you…have these or-?”

“Let’s say I did,” she said with a wink, and he knew that she’d gone out and bought some for his sake solely.

He chuckled and shook his head but got in the bed anyway, kicking off his shoes just before he did.

“Comfortable?” she asked, coming in moment later with a tray of breakfast food.

“I-” His jaw dropped. “Yes, thank you.”

He started to try sitting up and found he was in pain again.

“Ah-ah-ah, here you go.”

She set some pain meds on the bedside table and pulled a remote up from behind the bed.

“This bed is one of those adjustable ones. It’s like a hospital bed that way except way more comfortable. So you can lay all the way down and only have to press a button to sit yourself back up.”

“Wow, this is…this is really nice. Thank you, Linda.”

She smiled serenely.

“Any time, Barry Allen.” She picked up the tray that she’d set on the edge of the bed and laid it on his lap. “Now, be careful so nothing spills. I wouldn’t want to have to strip you of that warm comforter to clean it with you laying there.”

He shook his head and smiled.

“You really are a neat freak.”

She actually laughed at that.

“And proud of it. You’re welcome.”

He took a bit of the eggs on his plate.

“Mm, and a really good cook too.”

She rolled her eyes at that.

“It’s eggs and toast, Barry. This is no gourmet meal.”

“Still, you could’ve burned it,” he said, and then wished he could’ve taken it back.

He managed not to frown in front of her though, which was a win because then she’d ask why and he’d have to explain something other than in another life Iris was his fiancée and she couldn’t cook to save her life, but he’d take her burnt toast instead of Linda’s excellent cooking if it meant he could have Iris back in his arms again.

Unfortunately for him, he stayed silent too long even without the change in facial expression.

“What?”

He shook his head and hoped she wouldn’t push.

“Nothing.”

“Right, well, I should get dressed and get to work. I’ll check on you at lunchtime – or sooner if I’m suspended. Just text me if you need me.”

“Will do. Thank you, again.”

“Any time.”

She smiled brilliantly and left the room. He heard the shower run on the other side of the apartment and heard her move around the kitchen in her heels. Then some time after that, he heard the door open, close, and lock and knew she had gone.

He set the trap on the other side of the bed after he’d finished eating and used the remote to lay back down again. He wanted to get some decent sleep that didn’t involve being attached to tubes and cords in a hospital bed. This was a really nice set-up Linda had made for him here, and he planned on taking advantage of every part of it.

He slept for a few hours and then was unexpectedly roused by the sound of soft knocking on the main door to the apartment. He frowned, unsure if he’d heard it or not. Then a familiar voice sounded on the other side of the door and awoke Barry fully immediately.

“Barry? Barry, are you in there?”

Given how at odds they were at the moment, he had planned to ignore Iris should she try to talk to him again about Eddie. That was the last thing he needed, and besides, he was in pain. He shouldn’t have to get up when he was feeling like this.

How she’d even figured out he was staying here was beyond him too. Unless Linda had told her. But why would she when she’d invited him so he wouldn’t be bombarded by Joe.

And then suddenly he knew why.

“Barry?” She sniffled.

He tensed up and immediately went into protective best friend mode. She was crying.

Gingerly he got out of the bed as smoothly as he could, wincing as he went, but he made it. Down the hall he went, and peeking into the peep hole before opening to make sure she was still there, which she was, he opened it and stared at all the crestfallen beauty before him.

“Iris, what are you doing here?”

She swallowed hard.

“Linda told me you were here. I begged her to. I knew she knew and-”

“Iris-”

She huffed out some air and dabbed at her damp cheeks.

“Can I come in?”

He stepped to the side to let her in and shut the door behind her.

“Wow, this place is clean,” she commented, briefly thwarted from telling the reason of her visit.

“Iris,” he redirected her.

She spun around to face him.

“Oh, Barry, I’m so…so sorry. I…” She shook her head. “There will never be enough words to apologize for what I was asking of you when you were injured. I mean, you still are injured. And to put him first,” she scoffed at herself. “I know he’s my husband, but-”

“Iris.”

He reached forward with one hand and gripped one of her shoulders. It seemed to calm her somewhat. She caught his gaze.

“He did it, Barry.”

His brows furrowed. “I…don’t understand. Who did what?”

She swallowed again.

“Eddie. He went back after you had blacked out and…” Her bottom lip quivered. “He’s the reason you were in the hospital.”

#westallen #fanfiction #westallen fanfiction #backtothestart02 fanfiction #hazy #chapter 9 #fic comissions

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iliumheightnights · 5 years ago

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Not Enough | Peter Parker x M!Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Peter Parker x Male!Reader

Summary: Reader thinks about his and Peter’s relationship and starts to question things.

WARNING: This includes depression and thoughts/attempt of self harm. If these are a hard topic for you PLEASE make sure to take care of yourself before reading.

(M/N) stood in front of the bathroom sink. He was shaking as he looked down at the photo in his hand. The photo was of him and Peter during their first anniversary of dating, both had bright smiles. The start of their relationship had been beautiful, it was what everyone hoped for. He had met May and the two bonded instantly. Him,Ned, and M.j hit it off really good too and they became friends fast. Peter was glad that he didn’t have to hide his boyfriend from his family and friends. For a long time things were going great, but unlike fairytales life doesn’t just skip to happily ever after.

Not long after their first anniversary, stress and the pressure of life had started to take a toll on (M/N). Depression had set in and it really was a bitch. At first it hadn’t really shown, he still went out and everything pretty much stayed the same. However after a while he started to get less sleep, he’d worry more about what people thought of him, he started staying home more. Peter, the innocent boy that he was, hadn’t noticed. It wasn’t his fault, (M/N) was very good at acting like everything was alright when in reality it wasn’t. Peter had been the only thing still keeping him sane, he could always count on his own little ray of sunshine. Then the clouds started gathering. Peter had started the stark internship, he was so excited to tell (M/N) who of course was happy for him. What he didn’t realize would happen would be Peter pretty much going off the radar. He started disappearing at weird hours without telling anyone, he would never be home when someone came over, and he never answered his phone anymore, except at weird times.

“Hey Peter...want to come over tonight and watch some movies? We haven’t really spent any time together recently.” (M/N) couldn’t help the little shake that was going throughout his body. He shouldn’t be shaking, especially not over this.

“I wish I could (M/N), but I have the-”

“The internship, yeah. That’s okay, another time.” (M/N) quickly turned and walked away, he wasn’t about to let the tears fall in front of Peter. He didn’t see the way MJ was glaring at Peter before watching him walk away with worried eyes.

When he got home he couldn’t stop thinking. It wasn’t good for (M/N) to be left alone, he got lost in his own head too easily now. What had he done wrong? It had to be his fault, everything was his fault. Was he not good enough? Was Peter seeing someone else? He should have known Peter would eventually see he wasn’t worth it and move on, he just hoped he wouldn’t.

The first thing MJ noticed when (M/N) came into school was that he was keeping to himself, he had his arms crossed and close to him and barely made eye contact with anyone. She knew what he was feeling, she wanted to talk to him about it but knew it wouldn’t be easy and not a good time. She decided a more gentle approach would have to do for now. “Hey (M/N). How are you doing?” The boy looked at her a little confused, she never asked anyone how they were doing. “I’m fine…” she nodded, “If you ever need to vent I’m here you know?” He gave her a smile, “Thanks Mj.”

The school day went by like any other day, however at lunch Peter was zoning in and out. It was like that for weeks, Peter being cold and distant from his friends and boyfriend. Date nights had become rare if they ever happened and they were usually cut short by Peter leaving for an excuse. “Pete.” No answer. “Hey peter.” Again no answer. “Peter.” This time (M/N) shook him by the arm. Peter snapped out of his trance. “What?!” he turned to see his boyfriend looking at him. “Hey (M/N) what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you’re free tonight?”

“I told you! I can’t,the internship takes up all my time!”

Peter watched as (M/N)’s eyes filled with tears. “I just...I wanted... I’m sorry.” He quickly grabbed his things, stood up and left the cafeteria in a hurry. Peter hadn’t registered that he yelled at his boyfriend until the doors had closed. “Are you fucking serious parker!?” He turned to see MJ towering above him, anger on her face. “You spend so much time with your internship you can’t see how much you’re hurting your boyfriend! All he wants is to spend some time with you and you always ignore him. He’s put up with it all because he loves you and wants to support you! How does he get repaid? He gets yelled at and ignored by the boy he loves. FIX THIS.” She turned and stormed out of the room, he turned to see Ned’s disappointed face looking at him. “You’ve been ignoring all of us, but you’ve really hurt him.” With that Ned left. Peter sat there at the table staring at his hands, the words of his friends and the hurt look on (M/N)’s face still clear as day. He was so busy trying to be spiderman he pushed away everyone he loved and hurt them. He was unable to stop the sob that broke out.

So here (M/N) was, in front of the bathroom mirror looking at the photo in his hand. Remembering the better times, when he was happy. Then he looked at his other hand, the one with the knife. He could tell he was shaking, it wasn’t hard to tell. He felt the tears rolling down his face, he just wanted to feel something, anything. He brought the knife to his other arm, but before anything could happen he felt a strong hand on his wrist pulling the knife away from him. He turned to see Peter looking at him with tears streaming down his face. He dropped the knife before being pulled into a hug. “I’m sorry!” spoke between his sobs. Both boys were crying as they held onto each other like their lives depended on it, for one of them it did. Both giving off their own apologies. Peter let his hand’s make their way to (M/N)’s hair,letting his fingers run through it. He didn’t notice how much (M/N) was hurting. Why didn’t he notice!

After a couple minutes they had moved to the couch in the living room. It had been pretty quiet between the two after. “I’m sorry.” (M/N) turned to look at Peter. “I’m sorry I’ve been cold and distant. I wasn’t trying to be. I got so caught up in the internship I should have prioritized you and the guys. You especially! I love you so much and…” He started to get caught up in his words as tears built up again. “I can’t lose you. I’ve already lost so much, I can’t lose you too.”

(M/N) looked down at the ground. “What did I do wrong?” It was barely above a whisper but Peter heard it, and it hurt him. He fucked up. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I swear, I just fucked up. You are an incredible person. You are smart, you’re funny and you’re are incredibly selfless and I love you. Also you’re incredibly hot.” (M/N) let out a chuckle, a genuine one, and Peter couldn’t help the smile that appeared. “Will you let me make it up to you?” (M/N) stared at him with a small smile, like he was trying to make a battle plan. “You’re gonna have to work hard for me to forgive you.” Peter let out a smile and a laugh. “I can do that.”

Peter would tell (M/N) he’s spiderman, he deserved to know. But not that night, maybe the day after but not then. They had just found each other again and they weren’t ready to let go just yet. Right now they were two boys in love, comforting each other.

“I love you.”

#peter parker x male reader #peter parker x male!reader #peter parker x reader #mcu #marvel #peter parker imagines #peter parker #marvel imagines #marvel x male reader #marvel x male!reader

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lyssismagical · 4 years ago

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take a look at me now, there’s just an empty space

For @ironxprince !!! (@friendly-neighborhood-exchange)

Thank you so so much to my beta Rrobrien

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Hurt people hurt people.

Ben used to say that after fights with May. He’d get back late at night to find May in the kitchen, stress cleaning as she does, with Peter sitting on the floor by her feet, refusing to go to bed until he knew his aunt and uncle were okay. His face would fall, tears filling his cried-out eyes, and he’d sweep May into his arms, pressing kisses to his forehead and cheeks.

He wouldn’t use it as an excuse, he was better than that. But it was a reason why, a soft explanation as to why he’d gotten angry about the little things. He was hurting, that doesn’t make it okay, but May always expected it like it was an apology.

Peter didn’t realize how close he kept those four words to his chest until he lashed out at Ned one day.

There hadn’t been anything wrong in particular. A regular lunch day, years after the death of his parents, something he thought he had mostly gotten over. As much as he could, at least.

But Ned had started complaining about how overbearing his mom was being, how much his dad would pester him about his homework.

“At least you have parents.” It was meant as a joke originally. A way to lighten the mood a little bit, but it came out bitter and Ned had flinched as though Peter had shouted it.

“You have May and Ben. They love you loads, Peter.”

“They’re not my parents.”

Added to the bitterness was a hint of jealousy, of longing. He knew it was unfair to May and Ben who loved him to the moon and back, they cared for him like he was their own. But as much as they loved him, they still weren’t Mary and Richard. They weren’t his parents.

He remembered them pretty well. Better than May thought he would. She lost her parents at a pretty young age too, but she only remembers them in snippets, in photographs, not in the specific details Peter remembers his.

Mary wore lavender perfume that would hang in the house no matter how long she was away for business, though Peter suspects Richard would spray it just to make sure it didn’t fade.

Richard had an obsession with old baseball cards. He kept them in photo albums, ones Ben kept in his closet after.

When Peter was really little, they used to make sure to take alternating business trips so Peter never had to stay with May and Ben for longer than an afternoon. His aunt and uncle never minded, but Peter was a clingy kid and would get fussy if he was alone for too long.

The fight with Ned had escalated until Peter cried, which made Ned, ever the sympathetic friend, cry too. And they hugged it out.

But what Ben had said hung in Peter’s head.

Hurt people hurt people.

Peter tries harder to be the hurt person that helps people.

No matter how heavy the hurt gets, stuck in his chest with nowhere to go because burdening others is hurting them, he won’t be that person.

When Ben dies that fateful night, Peter keeps up that mantra in his head. Hurt people hurt people.

He writes off every fight with May, every night she doesn’t come home, every plead to the landlord when May doesn’t make the bills on time, as just a byproduct of her hurting. He never complains, does all his chores, and convinces Delmar to give him a job after school to help take care of the finances.

The call isn’t much of a surprise.

It’s not like Peter ever had much family.

May’s parents died when she was young, Ben’s dad was never really in the picture and his mom had been in a home for a while. There weren’t any other aunts or uncles or cousins. So they shipped him off.

It only took a surprisingly short number of weeks for him to be shifted up to the high-risk category. Everyone thought his late-night escapades superheroing was him being a rebellious kid. They started putting bars on the windows and locks on the door, but he needed to go out as Spider-Man. It was the only thing he had that tied him to his old life. He wasn’t allowed to keep anything, most things went ‘into storage’ which essentially meant that he’d never see them again.

Sneaking out at night, always ending up with cuts and bruises after his late nights, and his never-ending metabolism made it hard to find anything close to a permanent placement.

Weeks turn to months spent bouncing from home to home of people who don’t care. Who will come up with any excuse for his social worker to take him elsewhere. Who will lock him in a storage closet that barely passes as a bedroom like he’s some kind of dangerous animal.

As much as he missed May and Ben, and the safety they had provided, he understood well enough that they weren’t going to rescue him. Who he really missed, was Ned. He didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye before he disappeared nearly nine months prior. He hasn’t had access to a phone or a computer, most foster parents don’t even have the time to get him enrolled in school before they were giving him away.

The only upside is that his social worker, a younger woman who’s obviously in over her head with his case, actually seems to care about his well being. She does weekly check-ins and she always answers the calls to get him removed from homes.

He’s heard from other kids in group homes that most of them don’t care as much about them. That it ends differently for them.

He supposes he should consider himself lucky.

“They’re saying they don’t have any problems, Peter. That’s a good thing,” Elaine, his social worker, says. Her eyes are all wide and hopeful like she thinks this will be the permanent placement she’s been searching for.

He tries not to roll his eyes, shifting on the old dusty couch with a grimace. “The only reason they’re saying that is because they locked me in a room about the size of a pantry and haven’t spoken a word to me in the past week.”

Somehow this makes her light up even more. “But that means they aren’t mean to you, doesn’t it? They’re planning on enrolling you into a nearby high school and they’re financially stable enough to afford to feed you and everything. This is good!”

“It’s good that they pretend I don’t exist? That they didn’t actually feed me despite having the food? It’s good that they lock me up from six pm until six am every day?” Peter doesn’t miss Elaine’s flinch at his harsh tone. “I know how hard you’re trying, but is this really the best you guys can do?”

Elaine sighs, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “There’s a lot of kids, Peter. And not a lot of people who really want to foster a fourteen-year-old kid who’s got a spotty history at best. Unless you want to go back to a group home until I can find a better placement, this is going to have to do. They already want me to give up on your case because of how much trouble we’ve been having. My bosses want to blame you for this.”

“Right.”

Peter wonders about the kid from before, the version of him that was cheerful and gentle and innocent. The kid that would’ve never been so short and hostile with a woman who was only trying to help him.

He wonders if it’s only going to get worse. Even if this particular foster home keeps him around until he graduates, another three and a half years, he’s never going to have a family again. He’s going to be kicked out at eighteen with nothing more than the clothes on his back and hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt to whatever university he applies to.

Whatever happens, he’s never getting May and Ben back. He’s never going to have his family. He’s going to have to resign to living unhappily with these people who are never going to love him the way his old family did.

“Peter-”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I’m going to suck it up and deal with it. Congratulations, I’m officially off your plate until they get bored of me.”

Mrs. and Mr. Williams were dedicated to their jobs as salespeople, Peter guesses. They needed the extra money from the government, fostering a kid, to pay for their long trips worldwide for business purposes. They didn’t want kids, never did, Peter was like an insurance policy. Which meant he was left home alone pretty frequently.

It also meant that they were stressed pretty much all the time. They’d yell at both him and each other. He supposes that’s another reason why they chose to foster him, it takes a lot of the strain off their marriage if they have somebody else to shout at. So they shout, and they insult him, and they get angry over every little thing he does.

Which is fine, really. He’s been through a lot worse than shouting.

He stays quiet whenever Elaine drops by, he doesn’t speak more than a few words to his teachers or to his classmates. He figures it’s easier to stay quiet. It means nobody will yell at him for disobeying or talking back. There’s no risk of getting hurt because he said too much. It’s easier to keep his mouth closed.

And then the few words he speaks, here and there, slowly taper off until he doesn’t talk at all.

It’s easier.

Especially when there are words always on the cusp of being spoken. Words like I miss May, and it’s all my fault, and help.

If he were to complain to the faculty about what was going on behind the scenes, he’s sure he’d be taken away.

And taken away meant taken somewhere worse.

He was lucky to be living with people who didn’t hit him very often, who had the decency to enroll him in high school, who were rarely even around anyways, like Elaine said. He was lucky and he couldn’t risk messing up the placement.

If he keeps quiet, he’ll make it through high school, graduate, and get out of the system. He just has to wait it out.

Hurt people hurt people, anyways. So it’s better if he stays quiet, stays small, to prevent the risk of hurting somebody.

So he stays quiet.

Peter shoves open the front door, dropping his bag onto the floor. He’s going to be home alone all week and he’s trying to come up with some plan to make it to Midtown and back without his foster parents finding out. He just wants to see Ned again.

“I was starting to get a little bit worried about the absence of a certain spider around the city, but now that I’ve seen this, it’s really not too much of a surprise.”

Peter freezes in the hallway, hands curling into fists as he tries to prepare himself for a fight. He can’t see the owner of the voice, but he’s sure it’s bad if they know his alter ego.

And then the person rounds the corner.

Tony Stark.

The Tony Stark is in his house.

“Now, I was a little confused as to why you were swinging around Queens or Midtown or even Manhattan, when you lived so far away. And then I did a little digging on one Mister Peter Parker. Can you believe the kinds of things I found on you?” he continues. He’s dressed in an outfit more expensive than everything Peter owns, he guesses, though it’s not too hard to do that. And he’s tapping at his watch like he doesn’t even care to look at Peter.

Though he looks up at Peter’s silence.

“A lot,” Tony says. His mouth creases into a frown and he leans against the wall across from Peter. “You’ve been through quite a rough two years, hm?”

Still, Peter doesn’t open his mouth. He doesn’t want to explain to Tony fucking Stark the kind of year he suffered through. More than that though, he doesn’t want to accidentally say too much. He’s worried that the moment he started speaking, he’d never be able to stop. Instead, he simply squints his eyes up at Tony and lifts an eyebrow.

“I’ll cut to the chase. I can’t have vigilantes running around New York unsupervised. Especially not children. So I’m here to offer you a place at the Avengers Compound. Train with the team, come on missions, you know, the whole shebang.”

There’s a lot of questions Peter thinks about asking, answers that he needs, but he just watches as Tony moves from the wall into the kitchen nearby.

“You’re coming with me, kid. End of story. It’s either that or Ross takes you to the Raft, which I’m not going to let happen,” he says, barely glancing over his shoulder. “You’re really not going to talk to me?”

In response, Peter runs a hand through his hair, longer than he normally likes to keep it and choppy from his own haircuts, and heads to his room to grab his belongings.

It’s not like he has much. Over the years of moving from house to house, starting with only a duffel bag, he’s down to just a few things. Things get lost, things get taken, things get confiscated. It’s just the way it goes.

“Imagine if they’d sent someone like Barton here to deal with this,” Tony’s mumbling under his breath when Peter returns with his plastic bag. “Or worse, Barnes. I don’t think you’d be quite so willing to go with anyone less famous.”

Peter ignores him and grabs a loose sheet of paper to write his note. Not that it matters much, but I’m headed off to live elsewhere. Everything (including Elaine) will be taken care of. -Parker

“Social worker?” Tony guesses, peering over Peter’s shoulder at his scrawling chicken scratch. “If so, yeah, I’ll take care of it.”

And that’s it. It’s strangely simple, Peter supposes, but he’s gotten a little too used to being yanked around from house to house by strangers. He’s learned to keep his head down and stay quiet, because it’s never mattered what he thinks or wants, so there’s no point in voicing it.

He slips into the backseat of an overly flashy car, plastic bag clutched to his chest, and he tries his best to keep from crying.

He hugs the plastic bag to him and pretends the weight against his chest is somebody else. He pretends it’s May holding him close, or Ben tugging him into a hug, or Ned’s arm slung around him. He pretends he’s not desperate to be hugged, to be touched even fleetingly, accidentally, by anyone. He pretends that everything is fine as the house falls away behind him and his life changes again.

Tony disappears only minutes after the car is parked outside the Avengers Compound, leaving Peter in the hands of Happy.

Thankfully, Happy barely says a word to him, meaning Peter isn’t put in any awkward situations when he doesn’t reply.

Apparently, Peter gets half a floor to himself, shared with Bruce Banner though he hasn’t lived in the compound in years. After so long being given poor excuses for bedrooms, normally shared with at least a few other people, it’s shocking to have a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and office all to himself.

The space, despite being like heaven compared to the closets and basement he’s used to, makes the emptiness of it all the more apparent.

He’s living by himself.

It’s like Elaine had told him about emancipation. It might make him feel like he’s in control, it might give him a permanent home, but it takes away any possibility of a family.

He finds himself ignoring the freedom of the situation, and instead, curling up in the huge bed, tucking a pillow to his chest and wrapping himself in blankets. Finally, in the safety of a bedroom with no threats, no responsibilities, no fear, he lets himself cry.

Tony comes up to find him later that day with general rules and information. The school he’s enrolled in, when Elaine will visit, what times Peter has to meet in the gym with the team for training, what parts of the tower he’s allowed in, curfew, etc.

It’s all pretty basic.

With how often Peter’s been jerked around from home to home, rules get kind of repetitive. The only difference between the Compound and other homes is instead of bars on the window, the Compound has FRIDAY who tracks his every move.

The only positive is that Tony doesn’t seem too bothered by Peter’s silence. He talks enough for both of them.

Until he gets to the end of his speech and sits down across from Peter at the dining room table.

“I know you’re into this whole mysterious silence thing, but I’m going to need you to at least nod so I know you’ve understood. Now that you’re under my roof, you’re my responsibility. I can’t have you running around the streets of New York unsupervised and making mistakes when your actions reflect on me.”

And Peter nods, refusing to meet Tony’s eye, and keeping his arms crossed over his chest defensively. Apparently, it’s enough because Tony sighs and his shoulders relax drastically.

“Alright, well now that we’re through with that, I’m going to make dinner here for both of us. I don’t care if you retreat to your room until I leave, I’m going to make sure you’ve got food to eat tonight.”

As much as Peter does want to disappear to his bedroom and avoid the awkward attempts at a one-sided conversation or inquiries about the life Tony’s read about, he craves the closeness to another person.

The last time he felt properly close to someone was May. Every home in between had people who tried or people who didn’t, either way, it never felt the same. He was just another mouth to feed, another set of house visits and questionnaires from Elaine, another troubled kid under their roof. He was never treated like a human being, like a kid.

Yet Tony’s in the kitchen, muttering to himself about potential allergies and groceries, someone who’s let him under his roof and is cooking with him in mind. Somebody who chose him. Even if it might be for his alter-ego.

It still feels good.

It feels good to be wanted.

“Hey, kid?” Tony calls out from the kitchen where he’s ruffling through one of the pantries. “You allergic to anything I should know about?”

Peter shakes his head, mouth opening to give an explanation of how the spider-bite was the reason he’s no longer allergic to tree nuts or shellfish, but he quickly clamps his mouth shut. As much as he likes the feeling of being wanted, as much as he wants to fall into the safety of having Tony around, he can’t let his guard down. All it’ll do is hurt him.

“Good,” Tony says without realizing Peter’s near-slip. “I can make a pretty mean pasta dish.”

They fall into silence, the most comfortable silence Peter can remember having in a really long time. Tony cooks and Peter watches him, trying not to look like he cares too much, and it’s fine. Good, even.

And when Tony sits across from him again, setting plates down in front of both of them, it feels so much better than the simple, probably thoughtless gesture Tony was going for. He hasn’t had somebody make him dinner and let him eat with them in what feels like ages. Normally, a plate is left in the microwave for him and he’s watched until he’s finished so they can lock him in his bedroom for the night.

“I know you’re not going to talk to me,” Tony starts quietly, eyes narrowed in thought, “And I know this isn’t fair, none of it, but just know, I didn’t want to take you away without your permission. Ross is technically the boss and he was planning on locking all mutants and vigilantes up. I convinced him we could use you on our team instead of on the Raft.”

Peter nods and tries his best to offer a small, comforting smile in return.

He wants to reassure Tony that this is better than every house he’s lived in for over a year, that his past houses were probably closer to whatever the Raft is like than the luxuries of the Compound, even if it means following the strict schedules and conditions.

“And I don’t want you to think that just because you’ve been given this whole floor with all this freedom that you’re alone, alright? You’re always welcome up onto my floor, I’m just as lonely as you are, kid, and I’d always enjoy your company in my lab or kitchen.”

It’s a small olive branch, an optional opportunity to make this arrangement a little more personal, turn it into a friendship or something of the sort, and Peter’s whole chest warms at the idea of having somebody like that in his life.

They fall into silence while they finish eating their food and Tony clears their plates away. On his way to the elevator, he stops at the last second.

“Seven am, Happy will be waiting in the garage for you tomorrow to take you to school. And he’ll be in the parking lot at two-thirty to collect you in the afternoon. If you can’t meet your conditions for living here with the Avengers, there will be consequences, so please, just go to your classes, don’t cause trouble.”

Before Peter even has the chance to nod, the doors are sliding shut behind Tony, leaving Peter alone.

The first week living with Tony is strange, to say the least.

Peter doesn’t have the confidence to try anything outside of the schedule he’s been set, going to and from school with Happy, and staying cooped up inside his room for the rest of the afternoon and evening. And then, Tony comes down to see him in the late evening to cook them both dinner and to make one-sided small talk.

No Spider-Man, no secret trips to try to find Ned, no sneaking out or skipping class, nothing. He tries his best to be a model student and child.

At school, he keeps his head down, mouth shut, and doesn’t give anybody any reasons to pick on him.

Elaine shows up on Saturday morning, early enough that Peter’s just barely woken up when FRIDAY alerts him about the elevator arriving at his floor.

He greets his social worker with a small smile and sits down with Tony on the couch across from her, trying not to let the blush that creeps up his neck be too obvious at his old Thor pyjama pants and t-shirt with a science pun.

“The move was… unexpected to say the least, but I’m not too surprised. I didn’t think your last home would last much longer as is,” Elaine starts, looking down at her binder. “Well you’ve easily passed the house inspection and there are some things I want to go over with your lawyers, but the most important part is what the two of you think.”

Tony immediately jumps to answer. “He’s a good kid. Independent, smart, nice. I like having him around.”

“Peter?”

Unsurprisingly, Peter stays quiet. He feels frozen with his fear that if he says anything wrong, Elaine will deem this unfit and take him away, whisk him away to another group home or somewhere else with people who don’t want him.

Elaine gives him her binder, a lined sheet on the top with a pen clipped to it. “I need you to be honest, okay?”

Better here than most places. Tony’s nice. Going to school and being fed.

He knows exactly what he needs to say for her to check off the boxes. Education, food, and his approval. Simple and easy.

Tony’s leg is bouncing when he passes the binder back, though he shouldn’t have a reason to worry. If Peter said something bad, Ross would hunt him down and lock him up, that much Tony had made very clear.

“Good, good, good,” Elaine mumbles, tucking the paper away. “Well, that’s enough information for now, I think. I’ll give you more time to settle in and get comfortable together.”

Peter stays sitting while Tony escorts Elaine to the elevator and he looks relieved when he returns to find the teenager still waiting in the living room.

“Listen, kid, I know this isn’t the easiest for you. I know you’ve had a really tough year. And believe me, I’m awful at trying to talk about emotions or feelings or anything like that, but you’re one of us now. You’re part of the team and I’m technically your foster parent right now, so if you need anything, and I mean anything, you can come to me, alright? Even if you don’t want to talk out loud.”

For the first time in a very long time, Peter’s smile feels genuine.

He pushes down the urge to hug Tony, to give in to the cravings for physical affection, and ducks off to his bedroom, trying his best to hide the pleased blush on his cheeks.

His opportunity comes on a Friday afternoon when one of his classes is let out early, a few months into his arrangement with Tony. He’d spent a better part of his night scrolling through social media on his brand new Stark Phone and found out which high school Ned was attending. They’re both sophomores now, but they haven’t seen each other since middle school.

He made sure his spider suit, made of an old sweater, fingerless gloves, and sweatpants, was tucked into the bottom of his backpack.

Nobody noticed him sneaking out through the back doors, changing into his suit in a nearby alleyway, or casually swinging through the streets of Manhattan on his way to Midtown.

It’s pretty obvious that Tony will find him eventually. He has the best technology on his side. But Peter’s banking on having at least an hour before Tony finds out. It’ll give him enough time to let Ned know he’s alive at the very least.

Ned’s the same as he always was. Smiling brighter than ever and answering every question the teacher asks, chatting quietly to everybody around him.

“Holy shit,” somebody stage-whispers. Suddenly, everyone’s eyes are on him, leaning against the lockers opposite the classroom door, back in his civvies. “Is that Stark’s new project?”

Ned’s head jerks up and his eyes go comically wide as he sees his best friend in the hallway. “Peter!”

Thankfully, the teacher doesn’t even try to stop Ned from barreling out of the classroom and right into Peter’s arms.

“God, I was looking for you for months after you left school that one day and never came back! I called you and May like a million times before I saw the newspaper.”

There’s something about Ned and his overflowing optimism and kind wide-eyes that makes Peter feel safer than he has in a long time. It makes him feel safe enough to finally open his mouth.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get in touch with you,” Peter says, not even surprised by his constant apologies. His voice is hoarse and low from disuse, but it’s obvious how happy he is. “May got in an accident after work, she started working such late hours that she wasn’t as careful as she should’ve been. I got put in the foster system.”

Ned’s jaw drops and he grabs Peter’s arm, leading him down the hallway until they reach an empty bathroom to give them a little bit of privacy.

“I’m just so glad you’re okay!” Ned quickly drags Peter into another tight hug like he has to check and make sure Peter’s real. “You disappeared and I had no way of knowing where you were. Where do you live now? Is everything okay? How’d you get here?”

Smiling, Peter leans in closer, voice dropping low. “You’re never going to believe me, but I swear, it’s the truth. One, I’m Spider-Man. Two, I live with the Tony Stark. And three, I’m an Avenger.”

As soon as Ned pulls back, frowning in disbelief, Peter puts his hand on the wall to prove his stickiness. He even crawls up onto the ceiling to prove it before dropping back to the floor in front of his gaping best friend.

“Oh my god.”

“I- I’m going to get in a lot of trouble for coming here, I’m on a very strict set of rules, but do you want to come back to the Compound with me? I’ll catch you up on everything when we get there.”

Ned, practically bursting at the seams with enthusiasm, agrees heartily before pulling out his phone to call his mom and let her know where he’s going. While he does that, he texts Happy the address of Midtown High without any context. He figures there’s no way around getting in trouble for ditching school, so he may as well own up to it.

And at least this way, Ned can explain everything to Tony while Peter continues to deal with his inability to talk to adults.

By the time they slide into the backseat of the expensive car, Peter’s exhausted. The emotional toll of seeing his best friend for the first time in a year paired with the anxiety that eats away at his insides is enough to make him crave a nap.

Happy stares at Ned for a long time through the mirror, eyes narrowed and mouth set in a frown, before he finally starts driving.

“Uh, sir?” Ned squeaks, eyes wide. “Peter said he was going to get in trouble for this, but I feel like you deserve an explanation for-”

“One, I’m not the one doling out punishments, I’m just a glorified babysitter. Two, Peter said?”

Peter swallows thickly, turns his attention out the window, and tries his best not to curl even smaller in his seat.

Ned’s eyes dart over to him before focusing back on Happy. “Yes, sir. I was just-”

And then the glass slides up between the seats, effectively cutting him off.

“It’s okay,” Peter murmurs without looking at him. “He doesn’t mean any harm. You’ll have to appeal to Mister Stark, not Happy.”

Ned, forever the great friend that he is, reaches out and grabs Peter’s hand, linking them together in a small gesture of comfort.

* Tony’s waiting at the dining room table for them and he stands when they walk in. He’s obviously angry and Peter knows how this story goes. Maybe he gets sent away to another foster home, maybe he gets sent to the Raft with Ross. Either way, he’s just glad he got to see Ned.

“Mister Stark, sir?” Ned starts before Tony can. Peter admires that kind of confidence. “Before you say anything, I just want to explain.”

Tony’s eyes narrow, but he still waves a hand for Ned to continue.

“I’ve known Peter since we were seven. We went to school together.” There’s no good place to start a story like this, one that ends sad no matter where it begins. “After May’s accident, he was sent away and he had no way to contact me. I spent the better part of a year wondering where he was, what happened to him, why he wouldn’t answer my calls and texts. We were best friends for eight years, and then he disappeared. He just wanted to see me.”

It’s a simple way to put a tragedy.

“Is that true?”

Peter nods, trying his best not to look incredibly defensive but crossing his arms over his chest anyways.

“It is. And it would’ve hit the news eventually, Mister Stark. If Peter hadn’t come to me, I would’ve been trying to break in to see him.”

As kids, Ned was the least confident person Peter knew. He never stood up for himself or even tried to explain himself, he’d take every punishment he didn’t deserve, he’d keep his head down and accept whatever came to him without question.

Now, Ned stands tall and strong in front of Peter, easily defending him to their childhood hero.

Tony sighs harshly, sliding a hand over his face and finally sitting down in a chair at the dining room table. “Sit. Both of you.”

They do as told, both of them expecting a punishment of some sort for the rules they’ve broken.

“I don’t want to be the villain here,” Tony says. He’s watching Peter who’s leaning back in his chair nonchalantly, arms crossed, and eyes focused on the table like none of this matters. “I don’t want to make you feel like you’re not allowed to do anything but stay cooped up here like this is prison. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not allowed to try to get your life back. I don’t want you to feel like you have to walk on eggshells to ensure your safety.”

Peter forces himself to nod. The anxiety still thrums in his veins, stomach twisting and knotting, but the more Tony speaks to him, the more inclined Peter is to trust him.

Beside him, Ned’s shoulders slump noticeably. “So Peter’s not in trouble? He told me that he’s on a very strict set of rules and that there would be consequences if he broke them.”

“He told you that?” Tony’s eyebrows have lifted, eyes flicking between the two of them. “He said that? With words?”

“Well yeah. He said that you’re keeping him here to train Spider-Man.”

Tony’s eyebrows lift even more. “He said that. He hasn’t spoken a single word to anybody in months according to his social worker, and he tells you every secret he’s got within a couple hours?”

Underneath the table, away from Tony’s view, Ned links their hands together again. “I’m his best friend.”

It’s so simply put that Peter can’t help the smile that ghosts over his face, squeezing Ned’s hand.

Tony sighs again, running a hand through his hair. “You’re both off the hook, but please, for the love of god, text me or Happy the next time you want to do something. Don’t just run off.”

“Yes, sir,” Ned says on Peter’s behalf who can’t seem to get the smile off his face. “Oh! I don’t know if this is what Peter wants, but he’s a genius and I really think he’d be happier at my school.”

“You break the rules, plead forgiveness, and when I, out of the goodness of my heart, let you off with just a warning, you want to ask for more?”

Ned winces, eyes round and hand sweating in Peter’s, but he plows ahead. “Midtown High is a great school. I’d be there, so Peter wouldn’t have to run off anymore, and in case you weren’t aware, Peter is really smart. Like crazy smart. He’d be properly challenged at Midtown.”

With a roll of his eyes, Tony waves his hand at them. “Get out of here before I change my mind.”

They both hurry up to their feet, prepared to make a run for Peter’s room if need-be, but Tony stops them at the last second.

“Ned?” The poor kid’s eyes look like they’re seconds away from popping out in fear, but Tony smiles fondly. “You’re welcome anytime. Let me know if you two want snacks or anything.”

They both nod, grinning unashamedly, and take off for Peter’s room before they can get stopped again.

* Peter finally bites the bullet after Ned goes home.

He takes the elevator up to Tony’s floor.

It’s not like he hates Tony or anything. He’s been idolizing the hero for as long as he can remember and Tony’s been nothing but welcoming since Peter started living with him. It’s been weird, sure, but Tony seems to genuinely care about the kid under the mask.

“Kid?” Tony’s bent over one of the lab benches in his giant lab, goggles sitting lopsided on his face, and grease staining his old shirt. “Everything okay?”

Peter realizes belatedly, frozen in the doorway to the lab, that he wants to talk to Tony. He craves normalcy and he’s desperate for an adult in his life. An adult who supports him, who wants him, who will take care of him. It’s all he’s ever wanted since May died.

Tony’s still watching him, almost like Peter’s a wounded animal, hands suspended in the air like he wants to comfort him but doesn’t know how.

“Mister Stark?” His voice isn’t as hoarse as it had been after his afternoon talking to Ned, but it’s still weak and shaking, more with trepidation than anything. “Is it, um, is it okay if I hang out in here for a little bit?”

The billionaire’s whole body sags with relief, expression softening and a small smile lifting his mouth. “Of course it is, kiddo. And if your friend’s right about what a genius you are, you can even help me out with this.”

Slowly, Peter shifts into the lab and up to Tony’s side, trying not to show how badly his hands are trembling. He also tries to hide how much the small nudge of Tony’s arm against his soothes his anxieties.

Almost as much as he craves an adult who wants him, he craves affection. May and Ben used to hand out affection like it was nothing. Hugs were given at least twice a day, Ben would blow raspberries against any piece of exposed skin, May would give out kisses especially to his forehead constantly. It was normal. But he hasn’t gotten any of that in what feels like forever.

He helps Tony with his projects, hands clumsy and voice wobbly, relaxing more and more the longer they work together.

Despite how much he craves all of this, it still doesn’t feel like enough. It’s like putting a bandaid over a wound that needs twelve stitches. It’s like writing one word of an essay that needs pages filled. It doesn’t work, it barely helps, the gaping hole in Peter’s chest still feels empty and cold.

And then Tony makes a stupid pun that borders on a dad joke, and then suggests they order some pizza for dinner. Like they’re a real family.

An hour or so later, they’ve got pizza on the coffee table and Netflix on the TV, trying to find something to watch.

Peter feels happy for the first time in a long time. Ned’s back, he’s got Tony who seems to already want to be here for the long haul, he’s got a roof over his head and food on the table, he’s laughing quietly over Tony weighing the pros and cons of the movies he’s stuck between. It’s nice.

Later, when the movie finishes, he drifts towards Tony, almost subconsciously, until his head lands on Tony’s shoulder, eyes already slipping shut. Tony’s arm wraps around his shoulders and he presses a kiss to Peter’s temple.

“Can I ask you something?” Peter says, voice barely above a whisper. He keeps his eyes closed, not wanting to see the way the question will make everything change.

“Shoot.”

“Is this… Is this for real? Will I get to stay forever?”

Peter can feel Tony’s smile against his hair, and his hand squeezes Peter’s shoulder. “You’re part of the team now, kiddo. And I hate to say it, but I’ve grown particularly attached to my Spider-Kid. I’m going to talk to Elaine and see what I can do to make this official. I’ve got a new and improved Spider-Suit waiting for you. And I’ve enrolled you in Midtown starting Monday.”

“So you’re going to be like my dad?” His voice is barely there, insecure, small.

Tony swallows audibly, nerves evident in his voice. “Yeah, I suppose so, bud. Is that okay?”

“More than okay.”

Hurt people hurt people, Ben had said.

But maybe that’s not the case. Peter’s hurt, he’s always been a hurt person, but he seems to be doing a pretty good job at not hurting the people close to him. He can talk, he can feel, he can be, without worrying about the consequences, without worrying about everyone leaving him. Tony’s promised to be here and that’s enough to make Peter feel safe.

“Thank you,” he says, blinking back tears. For the first time in a long time, they’re happy tears. There’s more he wants to say, more he needs to say, but he knows Tony understands. After all, Tony’s been through a lot too. He knows more than he lets on about pain and hurting people.

“Things will get easier.” It’s said with such simplicity, such confidence, that Peter can’t help but believe it. Things are already easier, he’s no longer as scared about falling because he knows Tony will catch him when he does. As Spider-Man and as Peter Parker. Because Tony wants him and that’s all that Peter’s ever needed.

Tony’s arm is tight around Peter’s shoulders and his voice is sure as he murmurs a goodnight into Peter’s hair, and the cold, empty hole in Peter’s chest finally feels full and warm with love.

#lyss writes #friendly neighborhood exchange #peter parker #tony stark #ned leeds #spiderman #iron man #irondad #irondad and spiderson #irondad fic

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silverbyeol · 4 years ago

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Mittens | Peter Parker

Summary: (Y/n) walks around New York on Christmas Eve, thinking back to when she was a teenager in love.

Author’s Note: I got this idea when I heard ‘Mittens’ by Carly Rae Jepson! This is my first ____ x reader story on Tumblr, would love feedback (:

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning... Angst and mentions of dead

*Anything in italics is a flashback (memory)*

18 years old is too young to die.

Today was Christmas Eve and I was back home from university for holiday break. Coming back to New York has been hard, especially since it has been almost a year since the incident-

“(Y/n)? Are you coming?” came my moms voice from the doorway of my room. My head snapped up, breaking me from my trance. I sent her a smile and a small nod, “We’re all waiting for you,” she finished with soft eyes and went back to the dining room where guests sat at a grand table, enjoying Christmas dinner.

I stood up from my childhood twin sized bed and looked around my old room. Nothing much changed since I last was at home. My old bed still had girly bed sheets and an old princess comforter lay neatly across the mattress. The walls were painted a light pink that seemed to fade more and more daily. A desk stood across from the bed and on top of it, lay clutter items. They all seemed boring, but one item, which caught my attention almost immediately. It was placed face down being illuminated brightly by the moonlight. I walked closer to inspect the object. It was a photo of Peter and I. A tear fell down from my eyes as I remembered…

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“Pete!” I yelled as I let myself into his apartment.

“Hey, (Y/n),” I heard Peter’s aunt call out.

“Hey, May!” I said and smiled at her. It was new years eve today and May was dressed in an evening dress and had her makeup done- obviously heading out for the night.

“Peter is getting ready- PETER! (Y/N) IS HERE!” she yelled for Peter, “You look so cute, (Y/n)! Where are you two heading off too?” she asked. I looked down at my silver sequin mini dress and smiled.

“My best friends party! We’re going to pick up Ned on the way over,” I smiled and answered her question.

“Hey, (Y/n),” I heard a male voice and turned my attention towards Peter’s room, “you ready?” he asked, standing in the middle of his rooms’ doorway.

“I’ve been ready, Parker, just waiting on you,” I said and walked over to give him a hug. There was suddenly a flash and a squeal making Peter and I look at May.

“What? You two looked so cute. You’ll thank me later for this photo,” she said and we rolled our eyes at her

…

“Let me see, dork,” I teased as I looked at Petes phone. It was the photo that May snapped of us earlier in the night.

“We look good,” Peter commented, making me inspect the photo. Our faces were hidden, buried in each other’s necks, and our arms were grabbing at each other's backs, as if we relied on one another to stay afloat.

“You can barely see our faces,” I giggled.

The photo held so many emotions between two teens who had no idea they were in love with one another…

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“(Y/n)? How do you like Princeton?” asked the familiar voice of Peter’s aunt, May. I looked up from my food trying to not make eye contact.

“It’s going pretty well,” I replied vaguely. There were so many thoughts and emotions running through me. I needed fresh air, “I’m sorry. I need to excuse myself,” I said and stood up from the table, all eyes on me. Before my parents could call after me, I grabbed my coat from the closet and ran out of the building.

I looked around the dark streets of New York and, absentmindedly, started walking towards nothing in particular. Hearing and seeing May after all that happened was overwhelming. It’s been almost one year since Peter Parker, my boyfriend, died. It was a sudden death, in which he was outnumbered and outskilled.

I stopped in my tracks and looked into a dark alleyway.

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It was a sunny mid-afternoon. Everyone was busy with either being at work or at school, so the streets of New York were, for the most part, empty. I was walking home from an early school dismissal; headphones in my ears blasted a pop song, a lollipop was in my mouth, and my school uniform was unbuttoned, revealing a band t-shirt underneath. My eyes were locked onto my phone's screen as I swiped through Instagram, liking a bunch of my friends’ photos. I feel a tap on my shoulder and stop in my tracks. I pull out an earphone and make eye contact with a stranger.

“Sorry, Miss. I was wondering if you have a dollar to spare? I’m really hungry…” he trailed off. I scanned him up and down, he looked dirty and his clothing was all torn up.

“Sure…” I said, feeling slightly sad about his situation. I reached into my backpack and pulled my wallet out, I was about to hand the man a twenty dollar bill, so that he could get himself a warm meal when suddenly my wallet was snatched out of my hand. I looked up and saw the same man running away, my wallet in his hands

“HEY!” I yelled and took off chasing after him, which was a mistake. He turned into an alley and as soon as I was out of the view of people, four other guys came out of the shadows and circled around me.

“She’s just a high school student,” one of them said angrily and shot daggers into the homeless looking man.

“Is okay. We can use her as ransom…” another guy trailed off.

“Or maybe even have some-”

“Or maybe, I can kick your criminal asses,” came a voice from above. We all looked up to see a tall slim figure. He wore a red and blue onesie making him instantly recognizable. It was Spider-man.

“Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do, huh? Tie us up with your webs?” asked the first guy.

“Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he said and all five guys were suddenly stuck to a wall with white web like material. Spider-man jumped in front of me making my eyes go wide.

“Are you okay, Miss?” he asked. His voice was calm and collected, opposite of the voice he used when talking to the men.

“I don’t even know what happened, it all went down so fast…” I mumbled looking at his mask, trying to read his expression, “Thank you, Spider-man,” I said coherently and smiled.

“It’s my job,” he said and shrugged his shoulders. Without thinking I slowly reached for his mask, “What are you doing?” he asked slightly panicked.

“Thanking you…” I said. His mask was quickly pulled up to his nose, revealing his chin and lips. Without thinking, I stood up on my tippy toes and gave his lips a chaste kiss. In the distance sirens were heard making the hero pull away.

“Th-thanks for the k-kiss, I-I’ll see you around,” he stuttered and shot up onto the sky, leaving my grinning.

Spider-man just saved me and I kissed him....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I smiled looking down the alleyway. It was the first time I met Peter and the first time I kissed him as well. A bittersweet memory. I kept walking looking up at the sky, thinking back to how Peter and I came to become friends and eventually boyfriend/girlfriend.

I halted in my steps as I stood before the cemetery. New York City was dead silent, only the sound of the wind traveled through the air. My eyes scanned the area and fell at one headstone. It was filled with a lot of pictures, stuffed bears, candles, and of course a lot of spider-man merch. I walked towards the area and carefully made my way through all the objects, trying not to step on anything.

‘Peter Benjamin Parker’

Spiderman

2001-2019

I kneeled in front of the headstone and just looked at the words; Peter Benjamin Parker. After he passed away, everyone learned of Spider-man’s real identity. Classmates from high school came out to show support and the media made millions from reporting his death, none of that mattered though. Nearly a year later, people still come out to his grave to show their appreciation to everything he’s done for the city. Peter was not only a good person, he was a hero, but, unfortunately, not all heroes live forever.

I looked down at my red hands. The night was freezing and I only had my coat to keep me warm. I placed my hands into the pockets of the coat. The fingers of my right hand came in contact with something fuzzy. Quickly I pulled the object out, it was a pair of mittens… Peter’s mittens.

~~~~~~~

“(Y/n)!” I heard a male voice yell my name. I quickly spun around and saw the familiar face of Peter Parker. His brown locks bounced up and down as he ran towards me.

“Hey, Peter,” I said and gave him a small smirk as soon as he caught up to me, out of breath.

“You’re fast, you know?” he said, frowning his eyebrows as he bore his chocolate coloured eyes into mine.

“What? I was just standing here…” I said, pointing at the bus stop.

“I waited outside your school, I wanted to walk you home,” he said, scratching the back of his head, looking away. My smirk suddenly got wider.

“You’re my boyfriend, Peter… You can just text me to let me know you want to walk home together,” I said and kissed his pink tinted cheek, “Let’s go,” I grabbed his hand into mine and started leading him towards my home.

“Do you not have gloves?” he asked, noticing my uncovered hands.

“No, I was in a rush today,” I answered and he halted our tracks.

“You must be so cold!” Peter said with a hurried voice. He grabbed both my hands and brought them up to his mouth, exhaling warm breath onto my fingers. I giggled at his action, my boyfriend is so cute, “What?”

“You’re just so cute,” I commented, making him roll his eyes. Peter quickly removed his black gloves and his warm skin made contact with my icy hands.

“Here. Put them on,” he curtly said, holding his gloves in front of my hands. I took them hesitantly.

“Aren’t you going to get cold?”

“Don’t worry about me, your presence is enough to warm me up,” he winked and gave me his dorky smile.

~~~~~~

“You may be gone, but you’re still looking out for me,” I chuckled to myself, talking to Peter, as if he was there by my side. I slid my hands into the mittens, already feeling much more warmer. I brought my hands up to my face and covered my nose with them, inhaling the scent that was still left over from their previous owner.

“Thank you, Peter…” I whispered looking up at the sky.

“I miss you…”

I hope that you enjoyed reading!

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 5 years ago

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Could you write something where Tom’s fam are having a party and he can’t come because he was working in the US but then surprises everyone by taking time off and coming. His gf hangs back to let him hug his family and stuff first and when he’s done he comes over to her confused about why she wasn’t excited to see him but really she just wants to cry she missed him so much 😢💔

A/N: aww what a touching but interesting request!! 🥺😢 thanks for it, nonnie, but don’t worry because i made a fluffy ending to appease us all after it 😚✨ and as always, stay safe dear 💖💗

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A TINY BIT ANGSTY BELOW, SO BEWARE! (FLUFF ENDING)

As much as a pop quiz sounded amazing when they first asked you to participate, now it totally feels less exciting and almost meaningless to you.

Around three weeks ago, Harry and Sam shared with you the idea of planning a quiz battle night in their family household, all the Holland’s and friends reunited around a few drinks and snacks to catch up and have a great time. The twins also made sure that your boyfriend Tom would be there, as the oldest son was still running all around the world to have interviews and some filming done.

You were excited to see Tom again that day, because doing FaceTimes was getting a bit boring as the weeks go by. You missed having his clumsy and funny self close to you, even to just chill around each other. And now, you were counting the days before you would meet again.

But when the pop quiz night arrived, you knew something was wrong as soon as Harry opened the door of his family house. After knowing him for a few years, you remembered quite well how the curly hair boy shows his emotions and tonight, his facial expression says it all. And when you step a foot inside the house, Harry just decided to tell you the news right away.

Tom couldn’t make it tonight. He was supposed to arrive the day before but other priorities popped up at the last minute and he had to stay in the US for a few more days. Now you understand why you didn’t receive any news from him yesterday. But still, you tried to go with it and to not ruin the night the twins desperately planned for a month. So you kept that forced smile on your face, assuring Harry it was no one’s fault and then proceed to begin the quiz battle.

So here you are now, sitting between Harry and Tuwaine - your team for the night -, trying to take part in the quiz even if you wish you were actually hiding under some fluffy blankets at home. Your mood is way far away from playing games anymore but still decide to stay for another hour or so before finding any excuse to leave. Not even the joyful Tessa could put a smile on your face for more than ten seconds.

Then someone rings at the door, which alerts the family dog who just makes a straight line to it, her barks resonating in the house. Everyone seems intrigued by the unexpected nine-pm-guest, all really wondering who it could be. Sam is the first to stand and go see at the door, his mum Nikki thanking him as she still keeps a look at her son going at the entrance.

“No way!!”

Sam’s exclamation alerts his parents and brothers, Harry being the quickest at standing and jogging to see what is happening to his twin. And soon follow big laughers and a familiar voice, which brings you out of your trance in wonderland. Not knowing if it was your imagination or not, your doubts vanish instantly when the twins appear back in the living room with their older brother Tom, his hands still holding his luggages.

Everyone happily stands and go welcome the young man who just surprised the entire household with his surprise appearance. But you just stay on your chair, looking at your boyfriend being really there, at home, and surrounded by his friends and family who hug him and ask how he is doing. A light smile makes its way on your face as you look at the scene and just wait there, slightly set back as if trying to be one with the background.

But Tom soon notices you and the happiness radiating from his entire being is enough to wash away your morose thoughts. He finds his way through his family and trots to you to quickly envelop you in a warm and loving embrace, before you have the time to properly stand. And you realise it’s like you found back a missing puzzle piece, your missing puzzle piece, who simply appeared again out of nowhere when you were not expecting it anymore.

“(Y/N)!! Gosh I missed you so much, princess!!”

While detaching from you to look at your face, Tom is surprised and quite worried to see your eyes shining and cheeks all red. As he is about to open his mouth to ask about your current state, you completely burst into tears and snuggle back into his torso. The others are slightly alerted by that, Harry approaching you both to understand your sudden mood swing. But Tom just keeps caressing your back, drawing big and warm circles on it to calm your sobs, then leaving kisses on the crown of your head.

“I-I missed you so-so so much, Tom...” you manage to say between your tears and Tom’s chest, your grasp on his shirt so tight to prevent him to leave again.

Tom lets you get everything off your chest, knowing you missed him as bad as he missed you during the last month you were away from each other. So the boy just soothes you in his arms, rocking you both side to side to make your sadness disappear.

“I’m home, baby.”

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clumsyclifford · 4 years ago

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hello my dearest so i'm unsure if you're taking requests right now and if you're not (or just don't feel like writing this) feel absolutely free to ignore this!! anyway i would really really love to read about a spiderman kiss happening in the spiderman au 👀 i have absolutely no excuse for requesting this kinda silly thing except that i love spiderman kisses as a prompt/trope (? idk what the correct term is) and also spiderman au so bye love you loads -fiancee

hello !!! this was an absolutely inspired prompt so i am glad i finally got round to writing it thank you. also thank you @cringeycake for the editing/con crit/validation

better tags/info on ao3 but this takes place shortly after the end of the malum spidey fic and it does have a gun in it for a sec, is that something that needs a tw? well anyway now you know

read it here on ao3

Ashton and Calum are ten minutes from home when it starts to rain.

“Of course,” says Calum. Ashton quickly pockets his phone so it doesn’t get wet. “This is your fault.”

“How’s this my fault?”

“I don’t know, but it obviously is.” Calum’s just in a sour mood because Ashton had completely destroyed him in all three rounds of bowling.

“Shut up,” Ashton says, rolling his eyes. The rain falls faster, cold and piercing through the thin fabric of Ashton’s t-shirt. It had been nice for most of the day, but it must have gotten overcast while they were inside. Predictably, neither of them had had the foresight to check the forecast.

“Whatever,” Ashton says. “A little rain never hurt anyone.”

“A lot of rain,” Calum says. It is a lot of rain now, coming down in buckets. Naturally the sky would choose this moment to open up.

“A lot of rain never hurt anyone either,” Ashton points out. Which is not true, but they’re not going to catch hypothermia or anything. Probably. And it’s only ten minutes. Eight if they really get a move on.

Calum sighs. Still, when Ashton glances over at him to make sure he’s not really upset, he can tell it’s all for show. After all, it’s only rain. A lot or a little, there’s only so much harm that comes from being soaking wet. They’re on their way back to Ashton’s anyway, where Ashton will be gracious enough to lend him the usual Green Day t-shirt and whatever hoodie Ashton himself isn’t wearing.

They make nonsense conversation as they walk, both curled into themselves to keep warm. Apart from the occasional passing car, nobody is out and about in this weather, just the two of them in a slowly darkening neighborhood. Unease prickles at the back of Ashton’s neck. Or maybe that’s just the rain.

“Hey, you kids. Hey!”

Ashton and Calum spin around and see two figures approaching them through the downpour. The uneasy feeling returns full-force, this time accompanied by Ashton’s heart ramming against his chest as a spike of anxiety — or adrenaline? — courses through him. Next to him, Calum mutters, “Fuck, fuck, Ashton, he has a gun,” and Ashton realizes with growing panic that the bigger of the two does, in fact, have thick fingers curled around a gun.

“Stop walking,” the armed guy commands. Ashton really, really doesn’t want to, but he doesn’t think they have another choice. Something tells him flight won’t get them far, and trying to fight will just get them both shot.

They come to a halt as the figures come closer, crowding them into the alley they’ve stopped outside. Better place to die, Ashton’s horrible mind supplies. The armed guy holds up the gun and Ashton’s heart stops mid-pulse. He can’t seem to come up with any coherent thoughts, nothing that will get them out of this situation or even postpone it. Helplessness floods every inch of him, and all he can think is how awful it would be to die feeling helpless.

“Money, valuables, whatever you got,” sneers the guy not holding the gun. “If you don’t want to cooperate —”

Ashton’s prepared to say something along the lines of we’ll give you anything you want, loath though he is to be that cliché, when the gun vanishes out of Armed Thug’s hands. There’s just enough time for all four of them to blink in bewildered surprise when a far more reassuring figure appears out of nowhere, flipping both thugs onto their backs on the pavement and swiftly knocking them out. For good measure, he webs their limbs to the ground, and then he turns back to Calum and Ashton, who both stare.

“Spiderman,” Ashton says breathlessly. Luke seems just as surprised to see them.

“Ashton?” He’s on them in a flash. “Calum? Holy fuck, I didn’t realize it was you guys. Are you okay? Did they take anything from you? Are either of you hurt?”

“We — we’re okay,” Calum says, looking a little dumbstruck. “Thanks.”

“What the fuck are you guys doing out right now?”

“Just walking home,” Ashton says defensively. “We went bowling.” He inhales deeply, trying to get his heart rate back to normal. The shock is still coursing through his veins, though the relief flooding him is helping him regain his balance.

“You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Fine, they didn’t do anything,” Ashton says. Shaken, but ultimately unhurt. “Uh, good thing you were here.” He quirks his lips. “Our hero.”

“Thank fucking God I was.” Luke shifts on his feet. “Well. Okay. If you’re sure you’re okay.” He shoots a web to the roof of one of the buildings enclosing the alley — how do those stick even in the rain? — and leaps up into the air like he’s going to go. Ashton frowns.

“Hey, don’t just leave,” he says. “I haven’t heard from you all day.”

Luke hangs from the web upside down, possibly flexing, and says, “Sorry, sorry, I know. Been very busy. Lots of crime. You know how it is.”

“Did you take any breaks?”

“Of course I did,” Luke says, offended. “I had a churro. It was delicious. Just didn’t have time to stop at home.”

He leaves his phone at home when he’s on patrol — that must be why he’s been MIA. Ashton really doesn’t like that, even if he understands. It’s just. He hates that something could happen to Luke and he’d have no way of knowing. They won’t let Ashton be on comms, even for moral support — Michael claims he’ll only be a distraction, and while Ashton’s not sure if that’s true, he’s definitely not practical enough to be helpful in any Spiderman-related situation. Unless Spiderman happened to encounter evil watercolors or something.

“Okay, well.” Ashton sighs. “I just. Worry.”

“Tell me about it,” Luke says, though from the smile in his voice, it’s clear he’s teasing. “There’s no room in your brain for anything else at this point.”

“Alright, don’t feel like you need to stay and chat, Spidey,” Ashton loudly announces, talking over Luke’s contagious giggles.

“Don’t be like that,” Luke says, reaching for Ashton. His fingers close around Ashton’s drenched shirt and Ashton allows himself to be pulled closer, as Luke tugs the bottom of the mask up so only his mouth and chin are visible. He’s stopped wearing the lip ring underneath it, much to Ashton’s chagrin.

As Luke tugs Ashton into a kiss, Ashton decides he can’t complain.

The rain makes their mouths slick, and it’s strange enough kissing someone who’s upside down that it’s a little difficult to get lost in it. Ashton’s smiling before he can stop himself, the taste of rainwater mixing with the familiar taste of Luke. He’s never really tasted rainwater. Or kissed anyone in the rain. His heart’s still beating hard, but now it’s for a different reason.

“Um? What the fuck is going on right now?”

Ashton breaks away from Luke, who flips over and lands on his feet. They both face Calum, who looks more confused than the time Ashton tried to teach him to draw three-dimensional shapes.

“Kissing my boyfriend,” Luke says.

“Your? What? You — I thought?”

Ashton takes in Calum’s face and tone of voice and puts two and two together. “Oh my God,” he says, wincing. “You didn’t know.”

“Know what?” Calum demands. “That you’re — what — I don’t even know what to think.” Although that quickly changes with his expression, which becomes more incredulous as he reaches a conclusion. “No, never mind. I’ve got it. If that’s not Luke under there, you and I are going to have a very serious talk.”

“It’s Luke, I’m Luke,” Luke says quickly, pulling the mask the rest of the way off — though not without a quick glance to each side. Upon reflection, he shoots a web towards each fallen thug, giving them both very fashionable web-masks that cover their eyes. “Though let’s maybe not throw my name around.”

Calum stands and stares. Ashton remembers when that had been his reaction.

“Don’t fucking expose yourself in public on my behalf,” Calum says finally, gesturing. “Put the mask back on, Christ. I’m not— I’m— I just need a minute.”

“I told Ashton he could tell you,” Luke says as he pulls the mask back on. “Ashton, you didn’t tell him?”

“I thought Michael would have!”

“You don't think if he had, I wouldn’t have immediately called you to make fun of you for spending weeks pining after both Luke and Spiderman only to find they were the same fucking person? And that, oh yeah, your boyfriend's fucking Spiderman?” In his indignance, Calum’s gotten louder.

“Shh,” Ashton says, glaring meaningfully. “I know he is. That’s a secret.”

“From me?”

“No, okay, I meant to tell you,” Ashton says, dragging a hand through sopping wet hair. “I was trying to figure out how, but then Luke said he told Michael and I we could tell you, and I thought Michael would do it. Because he’s your boyfriend and he’s known Luke way longer. And then, I don’t know.”

Maybe a part of him had hoped Michael would tell Calum. If only to avoid the mockery Ashton knows he’ll be subject to in coming days regarding his emotional crisis over Luke and Spiderman.

“I hate you more than I’ve ever hated you,” Calum informs Ashton, although he’s never really hated Ashton, so that’s not a very high bar. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Yes! I swear.”

“I thought you already knew,” Luke volunteers. “Damn, Ash, good thing I kissed you or Calum would never have found out.”

“Shut up,” Ashton says, rolling his eyes. “Look, Calum — I’m sorry. This was, uh, not a great way to find out.”

“Yeah, no fucking shit,” Calum mutters. His lips pull upward in a smile far too dry for the weather, and finally he laughs. The hilarity of the whole situation catches up with all of them, and before long the three of them are howling with laughter as rain comes down in sheets, encasing them in a chill that Ashton barely feels.

“This is all so fucking insane,” Calum manages, wiping at his eyes. He’s still squinting through the rain. “I can’t believe I’ve been friends with Spiderman all this time. What the fuck is my life? What is our life? You’re dating Spiderman, Ashton. Do you know that?”

“What fucking part of secret identity do you not understand?” Ashton says. “Stop exposing all of his secrets.”

“You just kissed in the middle of the alley!”

That’s fair. They did just do that. In Ashton’s defense, though, Luke started it. Ashton is merely a victim to Luke’s whims. Shenanigans. Whatever.

“I was just trying to save some lives,” Luke says, shaking his head ruefully. “My Spidey-sense was tingling.”

“I hate when you say that.”

“Spidey-Meter, would you prefer that? Spider Radar? Spider Scale?”

“Just call it intuition.”

“It’s more than intuition,” Luke insists. “You just don’t get it because you’ve never felt it.”

“Whatever you say, Spidey.”

“Well, I hate to cut this short, but it is raining a lot,” Calum says, like maybe they’ll have forgotten. “And considering I am going to see you” — with a significant look at Luke — “at school on Monday, I think we can probably catch up later.”

“Let me walk you home,” Luke says, ever the gentleman, or possibly protective. “It’s not far.”

“What are you going to do with these two?” Calum asks, jabbing a thumb at the thugs passed out in the mouth of the alley. “Leave them?”

“Uh,” Luke says. “Let me handle them. I’ll catch up to you.”

Calum tilts his head suspiciously. Ashton just starts walking, jerking his chin to get Calum to join him. “It’s fine. He’ll catch up.”

After a moment, Calum follows. They’re both soaked through, yet the rain is as relentless as ever. Calum falls into step as they start down the pavement.

“You really thought I already knew?” Calum says doubtfully.

Ashton sighs. “Okay, I was a little tiny bit hoping that I wouldn’t have to be the one to tell you.” He inclines his head. “But I realize I dropped the ball here. I should have told you sooner. I would’ve eventually.”

Calum is quiet for a moment. “I mean, it’s fine,” he says defeatedly. “When did he even tell you?”

“Um, the day before Luke and I started dating,” Ashton says. “Originally we really were keeping it from you, but then Luke realized that wasn’t going to fly with, you know. How important you are in my life. And Michael’s, I guess.”

“Don’t try to flatter me into forgiveness,” Calum says. Ashton snorts.

“That’s literally what happened, though. And then I was trying to figure out what would be the best way to tell you, because, uh, it’s kind of insane? And then Luke told me that he told Michael that Michael could tell you — God, I feel like a twelve-year-old girl — and I kinda thought I would let Michael do it. Which was a bad move on my part. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Calum says again. “I don’t really care. Like, I get it. Yeah. It’s kind of insane. And I don’t know Luke as well as you or Michael, so.”

“But I’m glad you know now,” Ashton says firmly. “Sorry you had to find out like this, but I’m happy that you know. I’m sure I’d have said something stupid sooner or later and you would’ve figured it out.”

“Yeah, now that you mention it, this makes a lot of things make sense,” Calum says. He huffs a laugh. “My God, Ashton, I can’t believe you genuinely had a crush on the same boy twice without knowing it was the same boy. Your life.”

“You’re telling me.”

“Anything else you want to tell me while you’re at it? Anything you conveniently neglected to mention?”

“Yeah, actually, one thing. I’m also a superhero, completely forgot to say —”

“Oh, fuck off.”

Ashton laughs, clapping a hand onto Calum’s shoulder. A wry smile overtakes Calum’s face, chuckling despite his best efforts, and Ashton knows they’re okay.

“Hey,” says Luke, dropping down beside the pair of them.

Calum jerks. “Motherfucker. Don’t do that.”

“Sorry,” Luke says. If it were just Luke as himself, Ashton would take his hand, but this Luke is still Spiderman, so Ashton dutifully keeps his hands to himself, crossing his arms over his chest and tucking his fingers underneath his arms in hopes of preserving some warmth.

It doesn’t work. “You’re shivering,” Luke tells Ashton.

“I know that,” Ashton says. “It’s cold. I don’t know if you noticed, but it’s raining.”

“If only we’d remembered to bring our supersuits from home,” Calum dryly contributes.

Luke makes a face at them both. “You guys are so funny, you know that?”

“Thank you,” Calum says. “You’re also funny. But, you know. Looks aren’t everything.”

A pause as Luke processes this. Finally: “Hey!”

Ashton laughs. “Just wait, he’ll make the same joke until you stop setting it up for him.” Something Ashton had learned the hard way.

They chat amicably until they reach Ashton’s building, at which point Luke says, “I better go.” It’d be nice to get a kiss goodbye, but Ashton figures they’ve already pushed their luck on the kissing front. Luke backs away from them, shooting a web up at the roof. “I’ll see you on Monday. Call you tonight, Ash.”

“You better.”

“And will you please tell Michael to call me as well?” Calum says, crossing his arms. “Unless he’s giving me the silent treatment.”

“No, he dropped his phone in the sink,” Luke snickers. “So it’s been in rice all day.”

Of course he did. For someone who’s virtually a genius, Michael sure does have an idiotic streak. He’s a lot like Calum in that way.

“Thanks for walking us home,” Ashton says, smiling fondly. “And, you know, saving our lives.”

“All in a day’s work,” Luke says, warmth bleeding into his voice. “See you guys later. Be safe. Stay warm. You know.”

Between one blink and the next, he’s gone.

“‘Stay warm,’” Calum echoes disdainfully, looking up at the roof onto which Luke had disappeared. “Do you think he knows that human clothes don’t retain heat the way superhero suits do?”

Ashton laughs and follows Calum into the lobby.

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