#and also im working on a peter parker series that i WILL schedule

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do u think u can do a Peter Parker x reader where reader is gone for a while and has her phone off, and Peter gets super scared only to find out she’s alright?? I love ur work u’re the best xx

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pairing: peter parker x reader

a/n: thank you for the request !!!! i had this written, then I decided to rewrite it lmao. I pictured college pete but Im not sure if I specified, also not sure if anyone saw my post abt writing a fic inspired by ‘peter’ by taylor swift but i think im going to start working on that and that its gonna be a mini series👀.... so stay tuned and request something in the meantime !!

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masterlist, requests are open !!

“That’s not what I said!”

“Oh? Well, that’s what I heard.”

You two had been going at it for a while now. Peter had missed yet another date you’d both planned. It’d been a while since you both spent time together, and you thought he was finally going to change that. Until he just stood you up again. 

You’d thought after moving in together, you’d see him all the time. The opposite was true. He was always out, either on patrol, at Stark Tower, or wherever else his Superhero duties took him.  The problem was, that place never seemed to be with you.

“Y/N please-”

“No, Peter! I’m sick of it! I try to be understanding, I really do, I try to give you grace, but every time I do it’s like you just make it worse.” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, “Honestly at this point, it feels like you don’t even care anymore.”

His face fell. “Come on baby. You can't seriously think that! It was just a mistake, I won't do it again.”

You nodded, “Right. Think I’ve heard that one before.” You turned around and walked towards your shared bedroom.

“Woah, hey. Wait a minute, where’re you going?” His voice was hurt, and you almost felt bad for turning your back.

Shaking your head and looked down at your dress. You’d gotten all dressed up, expecting a nice dinner followed by a walk in the park. You said, “I’m tired, I’m gonna change and get ready for bed. Sorry, but hey, at least now your schedule is freed up,” you gave him a weak smile, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Y/N you know it’s not like that. Look you’re all dressed up,” he reached for your arm, “we can still go out. Please, let me make it up to you”

Looking into his eyes, it took everything in you to pull away. 

“Peter,” you whispered, voice so quiet, yet so full of emotion. 

“I don’t want us to fight,” he begged. 

'We’re not fighting, not anymore. I just want to be alone.”

“Okay.” He nodded, but still kept his hand on you, reluctant to let go. “I’ll sleep on the couch?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice right now.

He deflated. He wasn’t exactly expecting you to object, but still. It hurt that you wanted to be away from him so bad. 

“Good night,” he muttered, watching you walk towards the door with sullen eyes. “I’m right here if you need anything.”

You gave him the tiniest tip of your head, not even bothering to turn around, “Night.”

There was no way he was getting any sleep tonight.

You slept in that day. It was Saturday and you didn’t feel like doing anything. Even after you woke up, you stayed in bed scrolling on your phone, heart pounding a little harder when you saw messages from Peter pop up, before effectively sliding them away.

After a few hours of doomscrolling, you stepped out of the room. You could see a throw blanket neatly folded on the couch, you have no idea if he’d even used a pillow. Your heart thrummed with guilt and you decided that tonight he was definitely sleeping on the bed. Or at the very least, you’d sleep on the couch. 

Walking into the kitchen, you noticed a tray with a note sitting atop a covered plate. When you got closer, you saw that the note held a cheesy breakfast pun. So Peter.

I love you a waffle lot! With a bunch of hearts around it. You couldn’t help it, you cracked a smile. He was such a dork. And you loved it. 

You heated up your breakfast and had gotten well into eating when your phone started ringing. Was it Peter? You didn’t really want to speak to him, not yet at least. You’d kind of hoped you wouldn’t have to until tonight-

You picked up your phone and almost let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was just one of your friends, Maddie. Then you felt bad for feeling relieved. 

You answered the phone. “Hey Mads, how's it going.” 

“Hi Y/N! Good! I was just calling to see if you wanted to go out tonight? Listen, before you say no-”

“No that sounds great actually,” you cut her off quickly, eager for an excuse to get out of the house. You’d been canceling plans for way too long in hopes of spending even a moment with Peter, and it seemed as if even your friends had noticed. But no more.

“Really? Great! So there's this raging new club,” she went on, giving you all the details of who was going and who might be there and you listened but barely felt a hint of excitement. You weren’t sure if it was because it was a frat party, and those things rarely appealed to you, or if it was lingering feelings from your argument with Peter. Which reminded you why you’d wanted to go out in the first place. 

“We’re gonna pregame at my place though, so stop by here and I’ll take you!” She finished, making you smile. Maddie was always sweet, a little more wild than you, but that’s what made you like her. 

“Sure Maddie, thanks for the invite.”

“Of course, can’t wait to see you, I feel like it's been forever since we went out together.”

You let out a small laugh, “I know what you mean. But we’re gonna change that tonight. 

You said your goodbyes and hung up. You needed to start getting ready soon, despite you just eating breakfast, you’d stayed in all morning and it was pretty late already. 

You got ready quietly, only a playlist you’d turned on droning in the background as you did your hair and makeup. You walked over to the closet to pick out an outfit and felt a little sad. Usually, Peter was here during this part, helping you pick out something, annoying you when he said you looked beautiful in everything. 

“Peter! I need real criticism!”

“Well, I can’t help it if my girl looks stunning in everything!”

You picked out a nice outfit you deemed fit for clubbing before grabbing a pair of heels and stepping out of your room. Looking around at the empty apartment you realized you should probably let Peter know you weren’t going to be home tonight. You didn’t feel like calling him though, and if you didn’t want to open his messages from earlier either so you decided to take a page out of his book. 

Grabbing a sticky note, you wrote down the briefest of explanations, before sticking it on your fridge and leaving. 

He had sent texts saying Good morning!, Do you need anything?, and another explaining he’d be out for a while but he’d made you breakfast, all in hopes of you responding to him. You didn’t, but that wasn’t too shocking to him. It didn’t make it hurt any less though. 

He knew he fucked up. He knew he’d disappointed you again, let you down again. He knew he deserved this and more. He should be grateful you weren’t giving him the more. And he was! But he couldn’t help the small selfish part of him that just wished you would let him take you out tonight, or give him something else he could do to make up for it because there was nothing he hated more in the world than when you were mad at him. And he did not want to sleep on the couch again. Sure it was uncomfortable but that was the least of his worries. He hated not sleeping next to you.

That had been his favorite part about the two of you moving into your own place, that he got to hold you every night. After a rough night of patrolling, or working too long on his studies, or a new gadget, he got to go home and hold you, get lost in your touch, and that always made everything better. And it killed him to know you were just down the hall, and he wasn’t with you. 

He tried his best to rush everything, trying to get all his work done for the day so he could spend the whole night with you. He was planning a movie night, bingeing all your favorites. He was gonna give you a proper date, soon, but right now, all that mattered was you two spending time together. 

On his way home, he stopped at a corner store to grab snacks for the two of you, making sure to get all your favorite ones. He even stopped at a flower shop not far from your apartment to grab you a bouquet and his heart fell when he realized how long it’d been since he’d done this. He definitely deserved the more. 

He knocked on the door of your apartment a few times and his heart fell as he realized you were either dead set on ignoring him, or you weren’t home. When he pulled out his keys and let himself in, he realized it was the latter. 

Sighing, he set down the bags of snacks and placed the bouquet down as he ran a hand through his hair as he walked around. He entered the kitchen and felt a little better when he saw the dishes he’d used to plate your breakfast were washed and on the drying rack, meaning you’d eaten. 

He was about to pull out his phone to see if he’d missed a text from you when he saw something on the fridge. 

“Went out. Be home late.”

His brows furrowed as he read. He didn’t know you had plans. Hell, he didn’t even know if you had plans now, your note barely explained anything.

All he could do was wait until you came home to sort everything out.

Peter could handle the silent treatment (barely), but what he couldn't handle, was not knowing if you were safe or not. No. That wouldn’t fly. 

He’d sent you a text when he got home, letting you know he got your note and to have fun and be safe. 

An hour later, he sent another text. Just as a little check-in. Still no response. 

It had been about three hours since he’d gotten back when he noticed that his messages had lost the little mark that indicated they were delivered. Weird. 

He tried to call you, he’d refrained from doing so before because he thought he should let you have your space (which was why, he assumed, you’d left in the first place) but it didn’t even ring, he just got sent straight to voicemail. 

What made him really start to panic, however, was when he went to check your location, which he felt so stupid for not doing before, and it wouldn’t load. It kept saying ‘no location found’ making his heart beat harder.

This was worse. You were ignoring him, his messages and calls weren’t going through. Something was wrong, was your phone off? Were you mugged? Or even worse-

He stopped himself before he could spiral too hard. That wouldn’t help, right now, he needed to figure out where you were and if you were okay.  He knew you weren’t the kind of person who would go out to bars or parties alone. Maybe you went out with a friend? Or maybe you were at a friend's? It was a place to start. 

He started calling your friends, people he knew you might go out with, and on the fifth call he finally got answers. Or…something like that. 

“Hello?” Maddie yelled into the phone, making Peter pull his phone away. 

“Hey Maddie, it’s Peter.”

“Oh yeah, Y/N’s dude,” she slurred. 

“Yeah, yeah, Y/N’s dude. Hey listen, is she with you? She went out tonight but she forgot to tell me where, and now my messages aren’t sending.” His pulse was racing. It sounded like Maddie was out, if the blaring music in the background was anything to go off of, and he was desperate to know you were okay. 

“Sorry Patrick, what’d you say,” she asked making Peter’s brows furrow. They weren’t exactly friends, but he’d met Maddie a few times. Enough times for her to know his name was not Patrick.

He shook his head, that didn’t matter right now. “Y/N. Is she with you, do you go out together?”

“Oh!” She exclaimed as if she’d just remembered something. “Yeah, she is!”

Peter let out a sigh of relief. 

“Or, she was.” He held his breath again. 

“What do you mean ‘she was’? Where is she?”

“I dunno, she left I think.” Maddie let out a little hum as if to say ‘too bad!’ and Peter was sure she must be extremely intoxicated, otherwise there was no way she could be so casual about something like this. He could barely keep himself together.

He ran a hand over his face as he tried not to raise his voice. This was getting frustrating. “She left? Where’d she go? Where are you right now?”

“I don’t know…she was bored I think. She was off today. S’shame, she looked so hot.”

His heart clenched when he realized the reason you were off, was because of him. You didn’t have fun, so you left, now he had no idea where you were and it was all his fault. 

“Where are you, Maddie?” He repeated. 

“That new club on 27th! Get down here Paul, it's so much fun!” She gushed and Peter rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time for this. 

He hung up quickly, not bothering to say goodbye before he got up to put his suit on. He couldn't stand the thought of something happening to you because you were upset and distracted because of him. That you weren't even speaking to him.

There was no way he was going to let anything happen to you. 

You were walking outside, up and down the sidewalk. You knew it wasn’t the safest decision but you didn’t really care. The club was stuffy, humid, and way too loud. You just needed to breathe, and then you’d go back. Maybe. 

You considered hailing a cab and going back home right now. You’d send Maddie a text, but she probably hadn’t noticed you’d left in the first. She’d been having a blast, unlike you, drinking shots and dancing with every guy she felt like. You weren’t sure she remembered you stopping her to tell her you’d be gone for a bit. 

On second thought, you were kind of hungry. You hadn’t eaten anything other than Peter’s waffles for you that morning and there was an amazing smell floating from a food cart at the end of the block. You could help yourself to something before going home. 

Before you could reach the food cart, you were flying. Or rather, swinging. You knew who it was right away. 

Just as fast as he’d snatched you up, Peter put you down on an isolated rooftop, leaving just you and him high above everyone else.

You were about to reprimand him, about to demand an answer as to why he’d just done that, but there wasn’t a chance before he was pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Pete?” Your voice was soft, you sensed there was something wrong and suddenly any anger or annoyance you held, from now or the night before, disappeared.

“You’re okay,” he mumbled as if that was his way of an answer. 

Your brows furrowed. “Well…yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He pulled away then, taking off his mask, and you saw just how terrified he looked, scaring you as well. There might’ve even been a little red rimming his eyes, making you wonder if he was holding back tears. “I came home and I brought snacks and flowers and I thought we could spend the rest of the night together but saw your note. So I texted you and I get that you’re mad at me-”

“I’m not,” you said, and you meant it. You weren’t mad at him, especially right now, seeing him all shaken up like this. “But what's wrong?”

“My texts weren’t delivering, my calls went straight to voicemail, and I couldn’t track your location. Y/N, I got so scared something happened and you weren’t talking to me.” He sniffled and your heart broke a little. 

You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, but when you tried to turn it on—dead. 

“God sweetheart, never do that to me again. Please.” He looked at you desperately, “Yell at me. Fight with me. But please never ignore me anymore, I can’t stand it.”

“I’m so sorry Petey, I had no idea my phone died. I would’ve said something I swear. I never want you to worry like that.” Your hands went up to hold his face. 

He brought a hand to hold your wrist. Gently running his thumb up and down your hand he said, “I always worry about you sweetheart, it’s my job.”

You shook your head, “You worry about all of New York, I don’t need to add on to that.”

“No,” he said quickly, looking offended you’d even say that, “No. Never think like that. You are the most important thing in my life, okay? You’re my first priority and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, that I don’t show that or say it enough.

“But I’m going to do better, I promise. I’m going to make it up to you because I can’t lose you, I need you Y/N.”

You didn’t reply, instead just smashed your lips onto his. His hands slid down to your waist, holding you tight. It was a kiss of forgiveness, of second chances, and new beginnings.

He pulled away first, but not before pressing multiple kisses all around your face. “Heels off baby,” he said as he knelt down and started working on your heel straps, lifting each foot onto his thigh before undoing each one. You didn’t even realize how much they’d been hurting until they were off. “I’m swinging you.” He picked you up swiftly, one arm wrapping itself around your ribs.

You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Peteyyyy. You know the wind tangles my hair too much.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, leaning over to kiss you on the top of your head, “I’ll be careful, c’mon.”

You move your head to peck his cheek and then hug him tight, “I love you.”

He grinned, pulling you in closer. “I love you more sweetheart.” He leaned back and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Hold on tight, Spider Monkey.”

You burst into laughter, “You did not just say that!” 

“Oh I totally did,” he gave you the goofiest smile, making you laugh again. 

“Ok, just…don’t let me go,” you said as you wrapped your arms tighter around him. 

“Never,” he replied, and something in his voice told you he wasn’t just talking about swinging. 

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

hiii! i was wondering if i can get a matchup for both the mcu and arcane?

i’m female, 5’5, straight, a libra, ENFP, ravenclaw, i have medium length blonde hair and big blue eyes and im pretty pale.

personality: i’m a pretty expressive, charismatic and enthusiastic person. i love to talk to people and understand the world around me, i’m very curious. i tend to like to be in the spotlight and have eyes on me, i really like attention from others and i crave a lot of validation. i think i have a pretty good sense of humor, i love being goofy and i love to make people laugh, i’ve always been a jokester and i like poking fun at people, not in a mean way but to just get a funny reaction out of them. i’m also sort of an air headed person and i sometimes don’t understand sarcasm from others so that makes me pretty gullible. on the negative side, i have quite a temper and can snap pretty easily because of my PTSD, i’ve learned how to control it but it can be pretty intense if someone were to betray me, abuse me in any way, or attack me.

i also have anxiety and paranoia sometimes and that can cause me to go through very painful panic attacks or close up from others and isolate myself if anything triggers me. but when i feel safe with someone i’m able to be my goofy self and excitable.

hobbies: i consider myself an artist, i’m a writer and i’m currently in college to become an author and editor for fiction. fiction is my go to genre and i love creating characters and crafting my own stories with personal deep meaning. i believe literature is a beautiful art form. i also love writing poetry, drawing and sketching a bit, acting, playing my bass (i play both up right and electric) in my orchestra and doing makeup. i also love abstract fashion, dogs, memes, MUSIC (classical, 90s hip hop, alternative) and good food. i’m all about good food and my personal aesthetic is a mix of cottagecore and dark academia.

my type: i’m usually into very quiet, gentle and shy guys since that matches well with my loud personality. i also like guys that share the same type of creativity i have and enjoy having deep and meaningful conversations about life. i would love to have a s/o i’m inspired by every single day and to admire everything about them, even their faults and struggles, and i hope they do the same for me. <3

thank you for doing this!!! 💌

You’re my first Arcane request so thank you because I absolutely love that series!

For Arcane, I match you with…

Viktor

(That scene will never not be funny)

To say Viktor is inspiring would be an understatement. His life's work is literally trying to improve other people's lives, and if that's not admirable, then I don't know what is.

From that flashback scene, we know he likes animals, so he loves dogs just as much as you do. You can expect lengthy discussions on your favourite breeds.

Since you're curious, you'd probably love listening to him talk about what he and Jayce are working on, even if you don't always understand what exactly is (honestly, they probably aren't always sure either).

Viktor isn't as expressive of his thoughts as you might like him to be, but that's mainly because it never occurred to him that someone might to hear them.

He totally doesn't mind you poking fun at him from time to time, as long as he gets to return the favor.

Viktor doesn't have a lot of time to read, but if you want to share some of your work with him, he'll gladly clear his schedule.

And now for the mcu, I match you with…

Peter Parker

Okay, so Peter isn't exactly the quiet type, but he's definitely gentle and a little shy so I can see it work between you two.

He's a goofball by nature, so expect back and forths where you poke fun at each other for all sorts of things, just trying to see who can make the other laugh the hardest.

After he tells you about his secret identity, you can expect him to take you on late-night rooftop dates.

Just imagine lying on some roof together, just talking about wherever the conversation flows.

If it's a clear night, you make up constellations with the most ridiculous names.

You have a very similar taste in music, so introducing one another to your favourite artists is a thing.

You try to help as best as you can when he's swinging aruond the city as Spider-Man. He inspires you by not wanting to be a hero, but just someone who wants to help whenever he can.

Since you play the bass, he'll come up with the most ridiculous songs for you to play. I'm talking parodies of parodies.

His personal favourite was when you drove MJ up the wall by sending her a video that started out as something else entirely, but quickly turned into a rick-roll when you started playing Rick Astley.

I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks again for requesting, and have a lovely day/night :)

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💬🔍👶👻!! <3 <3 <3

omg hi thank u😌

💬- describe one of your completed works in three words

no one sleeps

(literally, i dedicated almost an entire series to. peter parker and his total lack of a sleep schedule anyway there was a lot of projection going on oops)

🔍- does anyone in your personal life know that you write on tumblr?

tbh...i don’t think so?? writing + fanfic is one of the only things i’ve managed to keep completely under wraps from everyone irl lmao which. is kind of insane but i definitely prefer it this way

👶- advice for new writers

idk if im qualified enough to be an advice giver ha but. probably just to write what you want and not worry about getting it wrong/ it being bad the first time. some of the things i wrote four years ago... we do not talk about, but i like to think i’ve improved since lmao. also just read what you want + write what you want bc it’s supposed to be fun😌

👻- 2 or 3 sentences from something you haven’t posted yet

mwah here u go<3

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Lost on You

Chapter 6

Peter Parker x Sister!Reader Steve Rogers x Reader Avengers x Reader; Hybrid Social Media AU

[a/n: Surprise bonus upload. This was supposed to go out on Wednesday, but I just hit 1000 followers so thought I’d send it out today as a way to thank you all for following and reading my stories. It truly means a lot to me! Thank you so much for the kind words! If you ever have questions or comments you can always send them to my ask as well! It’s easier for me to reply there as this is a secondary blog so if I reply in comments on the story my primary blog shows up. Again thank you!!!! The next chapter is done as well and I’ll have that one scheduled for either Wednesday or Thursday! Also I know the past couple chapters have been just fillers but the next chapter has a bit more drama😉]

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Summary: Y/N Parker is Peter’s older sister. She is ten years older than Peter, making her 26 years-old. She is also an Avenger, her powers are very similar to Wanda’s; telekinesis, mind reading, teleportation, and elemental bending. She has been an Avenger far longer than Peter, and like Peter her identity is kept a secret. As well as being an Avenger she works in the lab alongside Tony, she is a science genius. She has also been dating Steve Rogers for the past 3 years. Their relationship is as great as it can possibly be, that is until Steve does something that has Y/n questioning not only their entire relationship, but her place in the Avengers. It opens her eyes to how much of her life has revolved around Steve and work. Never really experiencing life like everyone else her age has.

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Damned and Unrequited |peter parker x reader| (Chapter Twenty-Two)

Warnings: Slight angst, sexual tension, giggly teenagers, a little manipulation Series Masterlist Message me if the “Keep Reading” doesn’t work Previously Word Count: 918

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Peter managed to divert Savannah to her room after taking her to get ice cream. He just rebuilt his relationship with (Y/N) and he doesn’t think that (Y/N) would take too kindly to being told she’s “not allowed” to hang out with Peter anymore.

Peter had to beg Tony to give him actual work to do, for when Savannah was there. Now, the Stark Internship wasn’t just an excuse, it had to be a real thing, if Savanah was there, too.

“Working” alongside Savannah was a new experience, but Peter was reminded why he was drawn to her in the first place. She was very smart and truly pleasant on her own. But that also drew back the concession of how horrible she was around Peter’s friends.

“Working” alongside Savannah also made being Spider-Man much more difficult. She managed to always work her way into his schedule and Queens found Spider-Man preoccupied every other week.

(Y/N), Ned and MJ all found themselves without Peter frequently, as well. Peter managed to find time for Ned on the weekend, they always hung out on Saturdays. MJ still sat with him at lunch, but their movie nights no longer had Peter, trips to Coney Island were lopsided with three people. Peter saw (Y/N) at the compound. Tony started bringing her into the lab more and more often, much to Savannah’s displeasure.

Which was what she was currently texting Peter about. It was nonstop with her. Peter loved being around her when it was just the two of them when they weren’t talking about his friends. But that was rare. Savannah often brought up that she doesn’t like the people Peter surrounds himself with.

He had just thrown his phone on his bed when the window slid open. It was Friday, so Peter knew it wasn’t Ned, making him panic.

In a blind reaction, Peter flicked his wrist in the direction of his window, catching the assailant by surprise.

Peter met (Y/N)’s wide eyes, her right hand stuck to the frame of her window. They stared at each other for a moment before they broke into laughs.

“Probably should’ve knocked,” (Y/N) giggled, tugging on her hand, effectively throwing her body into the bedroom but yanking her arm up. “Ouch!”

Peter scrambled up, snatching the web-dissolver from his desk on his way.

“Wait wait!” Peter grabbed her shoulder and lifted her up. “You’re going to hurt yourself. Sorry, I didn’t know it was you, uh…ha here.”

The webs dissolved and (Y/N) tucked her arm close to her chest, rolling her shoulder.

“I’m good, don’t worry,” (Y/N) smiled at Peter. “Wasn’t expecting to throw myself off the windowsill.”

Peter smiled back, then turned to close the window.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” Peter asked, grabbing his phone and patting the spot next to him. “Not that I’m not stoked to see you, just wasn’t expecting it.”

(Y/N) flopped onto Peter’s bed and threw her feet onto his lap. “Just bored. Figured we haven’t hung out in a while. Tony was getting tired of me.”

“Please,” Peter rolled his eyes and webbed his laptop from his desk. “Office time?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “We always stay in. We should go do something.”

“Like what?” Peter giggled. “Seems like a very loose plan.”

(Y/N) picked her foot up and nudged Peter in the ribs.

“Well,” (Y/N) play scoffed. “Then I’ll just bring my plans to Ned or MJ.”

Peter grabbed her by the waist as she tried to leave.

“Noooooo,” Peter whined, yanking her back and effectively throwing her on the bed, him placed hovering over her.

Peter stared into her (E/C) eyes for what was definitely too long, but he found he didn’t care. He had never noticed how warm and compassionate her eyes could be.

“Peter,” she whispered.

“Hm?” His eyes flicked to her lips.

“You…you have a girlfriend,” (Y/N) backed up.

“I…,” Peter shut his eyes. “I said I’d go to Homecoming with her. I don’t…I don’t want to make it a big commitment that ruins all my friendships around me.”

“Peter,” he could hear the frown in (Y/N)’s voice. “If you really like her-“

“I don’t!” Peter pushed himself off the bed and stalked to the other side of the room. “I don’t like her! She’s so nice to be around when we’re alone, but she always wants to be with her friends. We can’t ever hang out with my friends because she doesn’t like any of you!”

(Y/N) sat up.

“And when she’s at the Compound it’s great for an hour and then she starts talking about you. And not wanting me to be around you. And about how MJ makes her uncomfortable and that Ned doesn’t fit her agenda. And I’m tired of trying all the time. Of putting effort in and-“

And tears starting rolling down Peter’s face.

“And I don’t know what to do (Y/N). I can’t not be friends with you. I can’t not be around you, we’re so close.”

(Y/N) pulled Peter into a hug, tucking his head into the crook of her neck and she let him cry. He hooked his arms around her waist.

“Peter you shouldn’t be compromising yourself for somebody who doesn’t even put effort into making it a happy relationship.”

May chose this time to poke her head into the room.

“Everything okay?” She whispered.

(Y/N) shrugged and Peter pulled away, swiping at his eyes.

“I think I need to tell Savannah I don’t want to go to Homecoming with her anymore.”

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The Cold, Chapter 7 - The Messages Series

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Tags: Tony Stark Feels, Peter Parker Feels, College Student Peter Parker, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Tony Stark Still Has Arc Reactor, Arc Reactor Kink, Peter Parker is a Mess, Spider-Man powers, Communication, They Finally Communicate!, And Fuck Of Course Look at Who It’s Written By Of Course They Fuck, Avengers Compound

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There’s been a change.

The Cold is the final book in the main line of the Messages series. There is this one and three more chapters until the end (10 chapters total.) The story has been completely finished and is ready to post to schedule.

What were formerly the last two chapters will be written as Messages Interludes and won’t be posted to the same schedule that Messages has been. 

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The Opposite of Cold  ( in progress )

Untitled  ( in progress )

Note: There is some Italian in the chapter. It’s left untranslated until a note at the end of the chapter to put the reader in Peter’s head. If you speak Italian, obviously this little gambit won’t work on you. If you are an Italian speaker and we’ve gotten it wrong, please leave us a comment with the correction and we’ll make it.

Chapter 7:  Faremo L'amore Ogni Notte

She guided him away and they headed to her lab, leaving Tony behind in her office.

Tony agreed that what was discussed between Peter and Helen would remain between them. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous about what was happening. Instead of pacing the courtyard, making a nuisance of himself, he headed to his long-disused personal labs two floors up.

Cleaning the place up, activating and repairing the equipment, it all took time. He checked his watch. Not enough time. Peter was still gone, still downstairs with Helen. He looked up what he’d been working on when he was here last, years ago.

There was little to distract him. Going over his notes on his development of the nanotech for his and Peter’s suits was interesting in a ‘historical record’ sort of way, though the data wouldn’t become part of that until long after it had ceased to be useful to him.

Watch-checking time again. Tony’s inability to keep himself distracted for more than, at most, an hour was annoying. He was sitting in what had been the top lab in the country, and he couldn’t find anything to do. Because his mind was still two floors down. Where he had no idea what was going on. Tony wasn’t sure which was worse. The possibility that something could be wrong or the fact that he couldn’t see it even if there wasn’t anything wrong.

Peter’s texts finally interrupted him.

We’re still talking

Still talking

Hey can you send me that vid of me stopping the car? The first one? Can’t find it.

Can you send me my laser-course stats?

Thanx

Ok headed to the examination room now.

The updates were at least keeping Tony from going completely crazy. But they also kept him from getting involved in anything truly distracting. So their effect was to have him sitting there, doing nothing, staring at his phone, waiting for the next one.

He wanted to text back, to find out more, but he didn’t want to interrupt an exam or a test. He had no idea what was going on before or after the texts. So he just stared at his phone waiting for the next notification.

Omg I haven’t been naked at the doctor since I was 13

This is not a gown this is paper wtf?!

Finally Peter texted him again. The medical exam was over (I get to put on my clothes now) and he and ‘Helen’ were going for a walk.

At that, Tony’s resolve not to spy on Peter broke. He could control things in Helen’s office. He could control things on the entire medical floor. A ‘walk’? Where? Under whose watchful eyes and ears?

Finally, after the cameras showed them heading outside, he gave the monitoring over to FRIDAY. “Track them, turn the surveillance off as they move along the grid, block communication from anyone who sees them and decides to talk about it. I want them in total privacy, from everything and everyone.”

Tony paused. “Even me,” he added, abiding not by the rules Helen gave him, but by the rules he set for himself after their argument.

After an hour, he got another text.

Were on our way back headed to the cafeteria. Im starving

Tony took the elevator down to the atrium level where the cafeteria and the entrance from outside was. He tried not to be, but he was a little terse when he met Peter and Helen at the door. He looked at Helen. “You and I need to have a conversation.”

Helen flashed him a sunny smile, then turned to Peter. “You won’t believe it, but the pizza here is actually good. I’ll see you after?” After Peter was gone, Helen looked back at Tony, but her smile didn’t fade. Most people would have been alarmed to find themselves at the receiving end of a Tony Stark Glare. Helen Cho, of course, was not most people.

“Your office, Doctor?” Tony said, waving his hand in that direction. He was too involved in his own conspiracy theories to notice Helen’s unflappable demeanor. When they arrived, he shut the door behind them. The windows that looked out onto the atrium darkened, the active monitoring lights turned off on the cameras.

“Why the hell did you take him outside into an uncontrolled environment? Are you asking for the spies in the building to know that he had to see you about something? That alone right there is more information than I wanted out about this. So what’s with the doctor/patient confidentiality? That doesn’t apply suddenly?”

Dr. Cho looked mildly surprised at Tony’s accusatory tone, but only shrugged.

“Sorry, it’s now confidential that I met Spider-Man? My bad.”

“Everything about this is confidentential, I thought I made that clear. Fury, New-Cap, no one is supposed to know anything about anything. Just knowing that Peter is talking to you lets them know that something is up with Spider-Man. That will get them curious.

"All anyone knows is that we came here so I could show off the labs to Peter and make sure New-Cap accepts him as an Avenger. Coming here to see you? Getting tested? That was never on the agenda.”

“Good thing you’ve secured my office, then. We’ll go over the details after Peter achieves some caloric intake. I have theories.”

“That’s great. It’s what Peter needs. I want him to have your theories, your conclusions. But I want him to have them. No one else.”

“And you made that clear when you tried to bribe me for my silence, Tony,” Helen said, stepping closer, her patient face hardening a bit. “Peter wanted to go for a walk. He had things he wanted to talk about, and he did. And for the record? I can think of sixteen things we could have been talking about without even trying, and the fact that YOU can’t think of a few is a little telling. Not that he needs an alibi for finding his own personal physician... do you realize he hasn’t had a physical since he was fourteen?” She shook her head in disbelief. “He hasn’t even gotten all his shots! Not that it matters but still… just the idea…

“In any case, Peter is my priority now. If he wants to tell me about the things on his mind in a field, or a laboratory, or an alien spaceship it’s his call. Not yours.”

“He still thinks the Avengers are one big happy family spending nights in pillow forts, watching movies, and eating popcorn. He has no idea of the risk. You can’t trust his ability to know where he should be talking to you. He still… he still fucking trusts people.”

She reached out to touch Tony’s arm briefly. “Well, we know better, don’t we? You were right to call me in on this one.” Helen’s tone was gentler now. “I’m glad he’s got you in his corner on this one, Tony. He may need you. You may be protecting the real next Captain America…”

“Over my dead fucking body,” Tony interrupted hotly.

“…And I’m not sure he’s ready to say ‘no’ to Nick Fury. But I know you. You were born ready.

“I think you two make a good team.”

Tony sighed, a little more relieved. At least Helen saw through some of the smoke and mirrors that surrounded her. “He trusts people. But… he’s the only one… I trust.”

There was silence for a moment. Only when he turned to look at Helen did she speak again.

“I’m glad, Tony. You, more than anyone else on this planet, have earned the right to every single trust issue you own, and then some. But you trust me to an extent, or you wouldn’t have called me. And I’m glad you did. And for the record? I think he’s adorable, and you make a very sweet couple.

“Now shut the fuck up and stop telling me how to do my job,” she said dismisvely, turning back to her desk and pointing at the door. “Go debate the propriety of pineapple on pizza with your boyfriend. I’ll meet you two back here when he’s done eating.”

Tony nodded. He knew he had no objectivity on this issue. Just being here was the last place he wanted to be, which he’d tried to explain… No, he hadn’t tried to explain, just expected Peter to somehow intuit — which wasn’t really fair. Nor was it fair to Helen to blame her for what went on around her.

“Is that even a debate? Of course pineapple belongs on pizza,” Tony said smiling as he left to go find Peter.

Peter had, in fact, already scarfed down his pizza and was on his way to find Tony. He only glanced around for a moment to make sure they were alone before he wrapped his arms around Tony and hugged him fiercely.

“Thank you for this,” he whispered.

Tony smiled and put a kiss on — not the top of Peter’s head anymore! — Peter’s cheek. “Helen says she has ideas. So, I’m glad we were able to come.”

When they entered Helen’s office, she was pulling up a chart on her holoscreen, using her finger to add Peter’s numbers.

“Now, obviously I can’t chart a line based on one point. I’ll need more data. Peter and I may have to talk once year, twice a year ideally. But based on his memory and what data you gave me, I have some theories. Peter’s weight, muscle mass, and BMI put him solidly average, though his height is in the lower 25% until this last growth spurt. Still very average. Nothing anyone can do about that. Now — the jumps in his performance scores look drastic, but not if you take into consideration that the recorded scores from when he was sixteen were inaccurate. According to him he was holding back. But given the stats you calculated in high-adrenaline situations, catching moving vehicles, going hand to hand with the Winter Soldier, I’ve made different estimates. And that gives us a trajectory that looks like this.”

She drew the line with one finger, then hovered over the chart already on the screen.

“The numbers appear extreme, but the math is ultimately the same. A non-enhanced male of Peter’s age, weight and healthy caloric intake, not to mention his daily workout schedule…

“Yes,” she interrupted as Peter tried to correct her. “You swing your bodyweight through over the streets of New York City for hours almost daily, you weren’t taking that into account.”

“So a non-enhanced young adult male’s trajectory would look the same as the one Peter is making now. If my theory holds he’ll peak the same time a non-enhanced male would peak, then begin to decline the same way.” She looked at Peter, as if asking permission to continue.

Peter only nodded and looked at Tony. He was nothing but smiles. He seemed pleased and relieved. When Helen kept looking at him, waiting for that permission to come, Peter decided that it didn’t need to. They were finished talking.

The numbers didn’t matter any longer. They’d discussed them during their walk. What mattered was that he was growing at a normal — for non-normal — rate. It would stop. He’d reach a peak and not just keep growing ridiculously forever. There would come a point where he didn’t have to keep being afraid of his ability. He could just learn how to work within it. He’d learn his limits. Then he wouldn’t hurt anyone else. And he wouldn’t hurt Tony. That was what both of them needed to know.

The meeting ended with cell phones out and schedules compared, Peter and Dr. Cho making plans six months in the future and exchanging numbers. Tony copying the dates in his. Peter hugged Dr. Cho before they left the office, then once again as they said goodbye.

“Did you get the answers you were looking for?” Tony asked as they left Helen’s office, heading to the residence wing.

“Yes, I mean no, but I got some decent theories. Which beat the fuck out of my theories. My theories were just too scary. Helen put it all into perspective. She’s awesome. Thank you, Tony.”

They left the medical wing for the stairs in the lobby, then down them, holding hands.

They had decided to kill the rest of the day by heading to the pool ‘to relax’. Peter’s manic need to perform feats of strength had cooled. They talked, they joked, they made up conversations in between Sam and Bucky who, they assured each other, were watching them at every moment. Peter matched Tony joke for raunchy joke, laughing freely and easily.

Tony smiled, sneaking glances at Peter when the kid wouldn’t notice. He hadn’t seen Peter this relaxed and easy since, well, since his work started to impinge on their lives. Peter’s happiness started to slip away when they’d meet up at different hotels in the city as something fun and different from the penthouse. At first, Peter would get excited and they’d laugh and play around with things in the suite, even bouncing like a kid on the very soft and bouncy beds.

That seemed like a long, long time ago. As Tony drifted away from their life, Peter also drifted away. Now, his Peter was back.

They did laps, at which Peter would’ve beat Tony easily if the kid hadn’t been acting like a dolphin following a ship, diving and ducking underneath him, swerving in patterns, even leaping up and over Tony’s body.

More than once Peter made bets he could hold his breath for ‘this long’, bets he always lost, unable to resist surfacing directly under Tony to grab him and lift him into the air.

The kid was a fish. Their swimming quickly turned into nothing but playing, splashing, dunking. And a lot of teasing. A kiss stolen and then swam away from. An ‘accidental’ brush against somewhere while coming up from a dive.

Tony let himself go. He couldn’t remember when he’d last played around in the water. Or even if he had ever just played around in the water. If the surveillance to the pool room hadn’t been turned off, no one watching would’ve believed that it was Tony Stark down there, laughing and smiling and playing.

“There’s a huge pool at my house in Naples. I’m taking you there. It’ll be just like this for a week. Only better. New-Cap and the Manchurian Candidate won’t be trying to spy on us.”

“Take me to Italy,” Peter said, grinning, swimming into Tony’s arms for another kiss. “Take me somewhere where I don’t know anything, and teach me all of it. Maybe we won’t come back.”

“Andremo in Italia. Nuoteremo in piscina ogni mattina. Faremo l'amore ogni notte.”

“Mmmmm… more. I love being ignorant.”

“I’ll take away your phone and you won’t be able to use ‘translate’,” Tony grinned.

“The less I know the better. I’ll just assume you’re telling me a dirty joke.”

“You’ll have to trust that I’m correctly teaching you what to say. That I’m not having you to insult someone and get us chased out of the restaurant,” Tony clenched his fist and sprayed a squirt of water at Peter’s face.

“Ti comprerò diamanti e quell'orologio e ti rovinerò marcio.”

“I agree! I assume it’s about sex, and I agree.”

“Ti porterò in ogni ristorante di lusso che riesco a trovare. Indosserai scarpe italiane da mille dollari. Ti misurerò per un abito da uomo che costa più di quanto la maggior parte della gente guadagni in una settimana.”

“Yes! I’m unfazeable,” Peter said, laughing. “Whatever it is, I’m in.”

“E quando arriviamo a casa, ti scoperò nel culo così forte che non puoi camminare. Ti lascerò persino toccarmi lì.”

“I’ll assume that means ‘I want to have sex in the pool’,” Peter said, sinking straight down, nuzzling Tony’s cock for a moment before swimming away.

“Voglio fare sesso in piscina,” Tony shouted just before Peter dove again, this time swimming all the way down to the bottom of the deep end.

Peter didn’t spring back up like he’d been doing. A whole minute passed and he was still sitting, cross-legged, at the bottom. Tony frowned and looked down at the distorted image through the water. He counted another ten, fifteen seconds before he dove down. Paddling in front of Peter he looked into the kid’s face. His hair was waving through the water, looking like a mermaid. His eyes were open and he was grinning.

When they had laughed themselves silly and their fingers were getting pruned, Peter and Tony headed to the changing room, showered off and dressed. When they hit the common room, Tony’s hair was slicked back wet, and Peter’s kept falling over his forehead in little ringlets.

Cooking and eating together, they spared only a socially required greeting then ignored any conversation attempts. They were alone in the large room, regardless of who was there around them. Their conversation ranged through the adaptations Tony would be working on for Peter’s suit to the new webbing Peter would create for it. They had no worries about the security of their discussion. No one would understand what they said, even if overheard.

Peter still teased about the pool, his dive, and how it had scared Tony. Tony was still breaking into Italian as he described what he would cook for Peter in Naples and how he would spoil him.

As they sat down to the table, a robot that no one even knew was in the compound came up to them, bringing a bottle of wine from a private cellar that, also, no one knew was in the compound.

By the time dinner was made and finished, they were dry, well fed, and in good humor. They headed to Tony’s suite, leaving behind a befuddled Sam, staring at Tony laughing like he must’ve been an alien left to replace the real Tony Stark.

Italian translations:

The title

Faremo L'amore Ogni Notte - We'll make love all night

Within the text

Andremo in Italia. Nuoteremo in piscina ogni mattina. Faremo l'amore ogni notte. - We will go to Italy. We will swim in the pool every morning. We will make love every night.

Ti comprerò diamanti e quell'orologio e ti rovinerò marcio. - I'll buy you diamonds and that watch and spoil you rotten.

Ti porterò in ogni ristorante di lusso che riesco a trovare. Indosserai scarpe italiane da mille dollari. Ti misurerò per un abito da uomo che costa più di quanto la maggior parte della gente guadagni in una settimana. - I will take you to every luxury restaurant I can find. You will wear Italian thousand dollar shoes. I'll measure you for a men's suit that costs more than most people earn in a week.

E quando arriviamo a casa, ti scoperò nel culo così forte che non puoi camminare. Ti lascerò persino toccarmi lì. - And when we get home, I’ll fuck you in the ass so hard that you can't walk. I'll even let you touch me there.

Voglio fare sesso in piscina. - I want to have sex in the pool.

[petersspidey]

A Real Villain Part 2

A/N: So I had a lotto great feedback on the first part of this imagine and a couple requests to write a second part… so here we go…. Also sorry I try and make most imagines gender neutral but this one I went for a female reader. (Yikes sorry guys). Also let me know if you want me to turn this into a three part series or just leave it as it!

Warnings: Abusive relationship

Word Count: 1555

Part 1 // Part 3 // Part 4

Masterlist

Peter had generously stayed with you the entire day. You had fallen asleep in his arms, and spent a lot of the day with that. Peter had tried to distract you from the topic of Justin, completely avoiding the topic. But you didn’t want to avoid the topic.

You started telling Peter about the times that Justin would hit you, and the times he scared you. You sat with Peter telling him about your ‘relationship’ as he rubbed your back and whispered small “It’s okay, darling,” and “Im sorry, Y/N,”

Your mom brought you and Peter dinner part way through the night. You sat silently and ate your meal on your bed. Soon after you had requested that you return to bed. Peter crawled into bed with you and wrapped his arms around you.

You woke up the next morning to the sound of your alarm.

You could feel the weight of Peter when he slightly rolled on top of you so he could reach the snooze button on your alarm.

Peter rolled back onto the other side of the bed, and you turned look at him.

“I can’t go to school today, Peter. I can’t,”

“I’ll be right by your side all day, Y/N,”

“Peter we don’t have the same schedule, what are you going to do? Run across the school to walk me class to class?”

“That’s exactly what i’m going to do. I’ll meet you outside each of your classes and walk you to the next,”

You sighed “Alright,”

“C’mon, you’ve got to get ready for school,” Peter said, sitting up in bed, swinging his legs over the side.

“What about you?” You asked.

“I’ll just wear the same clothes, but can I borrow a toothbrush?”

“Sure,” you said, finally gaining the energy to lift yourself off your pillow.

As you made your way to the bathroom and your saw your reflection in the mirror you realized you looked like a mess. Any makeup you had on was tear stained. You still had on Peter’s sweater and your hair was knotted.

You quickly ran a comb through your hair and went to bring Peter a new toothbrush.

“Hey Peter, Do you mind if I wear your sweater today?” You asked, handing him the toothbrush.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Probably not, but it smells like you and I think I could really use that comfort today if you can't be with me all day,”

“Of course you can wear it, Y/N,”

As you finished getting ready for school, Peter waited quietly on your bed.

“Ready to go Parker?” You asked

“Ready when you are,”

You picked up our backpack and slung it over your shoulder. Peter climbed off your bed, grabbed his bag and put it on. You silently walked out your front door and set off on your walk to school. You silently slipped your hand into Peter’s as you were walking. Saying nothing, you looked at Peter and gave him a small smile.

Luckily you and Peter had the same homeroom so you walked to class together and sat down in your usual seats.

You sat in front of Peter, while Ned sat beside him.

You were waiting for class to start, when you heard Ned andPeter whispering behind you.

“Did I just see you walk into class holding Y/N’s hand?” Ned asked

“Maybe,” Peter whispered back.

“Woah, what happened to Justin? Dude he’s gonna kick your ass, whether they’ve broken up or not,”

“I know. It’s worth it though, man,”

“Damn,” Ned muttered.

You smiled to yourself. You really didn’t deserve Peter.

You could barely pay attention in any of your classes that day. You were happy that you didn’t have any classes with Justin that semester.

Peter had stayed true to his word and walked you from class to class. Peter came to your English class which happened to be your last class before lunch.

“Hey Y/N,” Peter smiled.

“Hey Pete,”

You slung your backpack over your shoulder and linked your arm with Peters, making your way towards the cafeteria.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called from down the hallway.

You and Peter both turned to see who it was calling you.

Justin came jogging down the hallway, face full of rage.

“So its true,” He said.

Neither your or Peter said anything, but you moved your arm so you were now clutching Peter’s bicep.

“All day people have been asking me if you and I had broken up. People were telling me that you were wearing Peter’s sweater and that you were holding his hand, and he was walking you to and from all your classes,”

“Don’t talk to her,” Peter said.

“Fuck you Parker. Fuck you for fucking my girlfriend. I always knew you were cheating on me Y/N. You two are way to close just to be friends,” Justin spat.

“We’re over, Justin. I’m not your girlfriend anymore. So fuck you for hurting me,” you said.

“Me hurting you?!” Justin said, raising his voice and stepping closer to you and Peter.

Peter instinctively stepped in front of you so his body was shielding most of yours. You kept holding onto Peter’s arm, worrying about your safety.

“YOu broke my heart Y/N!”

“Don’t talk to her!” Peter said, raiding his voice.

“Every time you were with Peter or even Ned you were breaking my heart a little more. I knew you were cheating on me. And with this loser of all people?” Justin continued, ignoring Peter’s order.

Justin continued to step towards you and Peter. Peter slowly pushed you back away from him.

“Back up,” Peter ordered Justin.

“Make me, Parker. THat’s my girlfriend you have there and i’d love for you to return her,”

“REturn her? Y/N is NOT your possession. And she is certainly not your girlfriend,”

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, Penis Parker, that’s your name, right?”

“Just back off Justin,”

“Or what? You'll hurt me?” Justin teased.

“I don’t want to, but if I have to I will,”

Suddenly, Justin lunged at Peter, his fist connecting with Peter’s face.

You moved back “HELP!” You yelled.

Peter got up and managed to block Justin’s next punch.

Two teachers came running out of their classrooms, looking for who cried for help. When they saw Justin attacking Peter, they made their best attempts to pull him off of Peter.

The principal came running down the hall, “What on earth is going on here Y/L/N, Parker, Ravioli?” (Yikes lol idk how last names work).

You had tears welling in your eyes, you tried to speak but no words came out of your mouth.

Peter came over to you and wiped the tear that was falling down your cheek.

“All of you. My office. Now.” Your principal ordered.

The three of you had been separated and the principal talked to you each individually.

You were the first brought into the principal’s office.

“Y/N, what’s going on? You’re such a good kid, how did you even get into this situation?”

You started crying, making your best attempts to choke out an answer “J-justin and I. W-w-we dated a-and he b-beat me. I-I-I t-tr-ied to break up with him. B-ut he wouldn’t let m-m-me. Pe-eter was only trying to protect me. D-don’t punish him please,”

“Wait, Justin beat you?” The Principal asked, leaning forward in his chair, obviously very concerned.

You nodded, rolling up the sleeve of Peter’s sweater from where Justin had grabbed you the other day. You could see bruises that were left from where he was gripping you. You slowly removed the sweater from your opposite shoulder where you could see another bruise, the then purple mark, now turning slightly yellow from where Justin had hit you only a week earlier when you were late for a date.

“Y/N, you understand that i’m going to have to call both your parents and the police, right?”

You nodded, starting to cry harder.

“C-a-an I see P-peter?” You asked.

The principal stood up from his chair and stuck his head out the door, calling Peter inside.

You had folded yourself over, leaning on your knees, your tears staining your pants.

Peter rushed to your side, dealing down beside you he began rubbing small circles into your back.

“Shhh, Y/N, it’s okay, i’m here,” Peter said.

You could hear the Principal across the desk phoning the police and your parents.

“I’m sorry Peter. I’m so sorry,” You cried.

“Y/N, listen to me, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s okay, darling. It’s not your fault,” Peter said, placing a light kiss on your forehead.

You really didn’t deserve Peter Parker.

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Summer Time Sadness Pt.1 Peter Parker X Stark!Reader

Summary: When Tony Stark, Y/n’s dad, sends Y/n off to her first day at Midtown High she meets someone she didn’t expect. Peter Parker. She only remembers him when she would sometimes see him in the Tower but that was it. Soon enough Peter falls for her personality but Liz Allan’s looks also capture Peter turning both Y/n and Liz into a love interest. But what could happen, I mean Y/n is like Peter’s best friend! But it is no lie that most people know there is a spark happening in their friendship.

Warnings: Fluff,cursing

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         You were nervous, you obviously were…I mean this was your first time attending Midtown High. I don’t get why Tony (Your dad) would send me to this school honestly.  I mean first of all this kid who Tony knows goes here, and second of all wouldn’t this mean horrible stuff could happen! Well whatever…It was time to face reality.

             You walked through the halls of Midtown high on your first day of school hating that you knew nobody ”Y/n!” You heard a kid obviously in the same grade as you, yell out your name. Shit shit shit. You turned around to see a curly brunette running towards you with a paper in his hand. You stopped walking so he could catch up to say whatever he had to. “Uhh do I know you?” You asked softly your voice slightly high from the reason of ‘WHO THE FUCK IS THIS’, “I-I’m Peter…Peter Parker” He looked down at the floor when he felt the blush creep on his face. “Oh?” you said as he looked up at you, “Tony..Er I mean your dad wanted me to give this to you” He said with his eyebrows furrowed when he saw the girl he knew before. Liz Allan. “Hello? What did he want to give me?” You asked as he looked back over at you. “You’re um schedule..You forgot it I guess…” He said as his voice lowered from seeing all the kids from seeing everyone he use to know in middle school. “Thanks” You smiled as you took the paper from him, “Hey look Peter has a girlfriend!” Flash called out as he ran and pushed your books onto the floor, “Asshole” You hissed at flash as you picked up your books and quickly picked up the paper that was for you. “Thanks again….Pete” You smiled as you walked off.

                  That day during lunch you actually had somewhere to sit, you sat at the same table Peter and Ned did. “The science teacher was being a dippy today” you commented which got a short laugh from Ned, “Seriously Y/n” Peter said as he moved his food around on his plate. You rolled your eyes playfully, “I mean he already gave us homework and a three page syllabus! Its stupid” You replied. “She is right” Ned said as he took a bite of his sandwich, it went quiet for a moment but thankfully Ned asked Peter something “Hey Peter? Do you want to hang out and build this new LEGO set I got?” Ned asked kind of loudly to get Peter’s attention. “I’m guessing you would like to go to my house to build it?” Peter diverted his attention to him. Ned nodded, “Do you guys mind if I help out with the LEGO set after school with you guys?” You asked wondering if it was a good idea to ask. Peter looked at Ned and Ned had the look of ‘What the actual fuck’. “Uh yeah sure..” Peter looked back over at you. You had a grin on your face, “Cool” You said. 

                       You appeared at the foot step of Peter’s apartment wearing ripped skinny jeans and a black shirt. You thought this was too much considering you just met him, and you were bringing over your backpack. You knocked on the door “coming!” You heard a older womens voice. ‘This could be his mom..’ You thought to yourself then the front door almost swung open to reveal a Women who appeared to be in her 30′s. “Hi is um Peter home yet?” you asked trying not to come off as being a rude person. “Yes he is in his room, the door should be open so its easier to find, By the way I’m May. I’m Peter’s aunt. Its nice to meet you, I’m afraid I didn’t catch your name sweetie?” May said, “Oh I’m Y/n” you smiled as you walked in and closed the door. You walked into Peter’s room to see just Ned sitting on his bunk bed. “Where’s Peter” You asked as you set down your book bag on the floor and closed the bedroom door, “I don’t know..But it seems like his Aunt May doesn’t know that he is out” You nodded and walked over to Ned. “His room is very messy” You commented as you started to help him assemble the LEGO set. 

                     The room had been quiet for about 5 minutes, except this was comfortable silence. You and Ned still had some small talk but then you were mainly startled when you heard a crash on the floor, you quickly looked over to where the noise was coming from, the window, “What the actual fuck” You said quietly when you got up from where you were sitting. Ned’s eyes widened when he looked over to see Peter in his Spider-Man suit by the window of his bedroom. “Ned who is that” You said softly when you looked over at Ned and raised a eyebrow. Peter got up from the floor and took off his mask, “Oh hell no” You said somewhat loudly when you saw Peter. The kid who is in the freaking SPIDER-MAN SUIT.  You were about to leave the room but Peter grabbed your wrist, “Please don’t tell anyone” Those deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls in his soft doey eyes looked at you in a serious way. “Fine” You said then suddenly realized he had his hand on your wrist which caused you to jerk your hand away from his. “J-just let me change, then we can do whatever we had planned yesterday” He said as Ned sat down on Peter’s bed with you. Peter clicked on the iconic Spider button on the suit and it fell down to his ankles. You looked away just to avoid anything awkward happening, but Ned started to put together the LEGO set. You had a very light coral pink blush on your face. Ned got hungry halfway through building the set so he left Peter’s room to go find some food but got sucked into talking with May. 

                           “I’m sorry Y/n..I didn’t think it would be like this, you finding out me being freaking Spider-man like this..And your dad is the one and only Tony Stark so he would kill me if anything bad happened to you because you know me…” Peter said softly. The last part made you giggle slightly. “But you are kind of already in danger because Pepper insisted on adopting you if that makes sense but seriou-” Peter said but you cut him off “Its fine Pete” you smiled then Ned walked in and sat down in between both of you. You all got back to working, “So are you guys like dating?” Ned asked loudly, Peters eyes widened. “N-no” Peter said quickly as you just ignored the blush on his face. “OH” Ned said when he saw the blush on Peter’s face.        

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