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Not to post Marvel for the first time in two years. But I just had possibly the funniest idea of Frank being tutored by Peter in Biology.
#marvel#frank castle#peter parker#punisher#spider man#it’s a whole thing#like Frank decides to end his life of crime and wants to find a new path#he changes his identity w/ the help of Micro#and wants to get a degree in theology or something related to that#but because of his new identity he has to essentially start over#so he has to complete a science credit and it gets so bad he signs up for tutoring#and he’s gonna be tutored by none other than Peter Parker#hijinks ensue#you get the idea#it’s definitely a ‘crack treated seriously type#but i think it’s funny
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w.i.p
Peter’s grade in his Intro to Neuroscience is dropping significantly. Luckily the resident Wizard just happens to be one of the best Neuroscientist in the world.
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“I thought you were an engineering student.”
“I am, but I had to choose an elective and neurology seemed easy.”
“--Neurology seemed easy?”
“At the time.” Peter defends himself, “And besides, my friends took this class because I decided to, and now they’re struggling too. And we all need to do well, so please help me sir–Steven–Dr. Stephen–Dr. Strange.” “Stephen is fine, Dr. Strange if you can’t remember.”
“Okay, Dr. Strange. Could you please help me. You don’t even have to like, tell me the right answers, just help me understand this book because honestly like another language.”
Stephen didn’t exactly get an opportunity to say no, or explain in detail how the ever growing schedule of former sorcerer supreme did not have time to tutor clueless college kids who bit off more than they could chew. But alas, Peter’s backpack was already thrown haphazardly across his tea table, books and the failed exam that started this all spilling out.
Stephen had never seen so much red on a paper in his life, certainly not in the subject of neurology. At a quick glance he was completely flabbergasted at just how simple the questions were that Peter had missed, and the doctor within him wanted nothing more than to humiliate the kid for failing something so simple. The other part, the Sorcerer part, grounded him with humility. He’d been in Peter’s shoes years ago, when he’d crawled into Kamar-Taj looking for a solution to his own problems.
“Okay, but first we’re gonna need more space,” Stephen twirled his hands in the air, the table beneath them jolting into nothingness and being replaced with a long, dark wooden table.
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The next few hours were full of Peter airing out his problems with the course to Stephen, which the sorcerer took with grace, fighting the urge to be sarcastic to the obviously distraught student. In fact, most of the talking seemed to be Peter venting about everything that was wrong with college. On the upside his girlfriend and bestfriend remembered him, but that was just about it.
Stephen never knew someone who could be full of so many complaints.
“Stephen, did you—Parker? I didn’t know you were expecting company.” With the crackle of an orange portal, Wong stepped into the sitting room, “or that you were hosting a tutoring session.”
“Impromptu tutoring session,” Stephen corrected as he beckoned Wong closer, “You can join us if you want.”
“Neurology is your thing, not mine.” Wong responded, though sauntered over to the two anyway, locking his finger’s with Stephen’s outstretched ones. Stephen didn’t miss the way that Peter’s eyes caught the faded, but very obvious scars on his hand. They may’ve been slightly more agitated, especially since Christine had done another procedure on his hands to alleviate some of the pain.
Stephen was used to the stares though, but the pity was something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
“Do you need anything Stephen, or can I go and complete my very long lists of task?”
“You came here, not me.” Stephen responded smoothly, though showed no signs of letting Wong go, “might as well sit down with the kid and learn something new.”
“Like I said, neurology is your thing. Not mine. Call me when you’re done playing teacher.” Wong pulled away, leaving Stephen’s trembling fingers absent of any touch. Stephen whined, and Peter could’ve sworn their was a pout on his face.
As gross as seeing two adults in love was, it kinda reminded Stephen of Aunt May and Happy.
“By the way, America will probably be over later on. She wanted to show you something new she learned,” Wong said, disappearing into the portal he created.
There was an obvious uncomfortable silence that followed, with Peter jerking his head between the space where the portal was and Stephen.
“What?”
“Are you two–”
“No–Yes–that’s none of your business kid,” Stephen ran a shaky hand through his head.
“Hey, I don’t judge. Kinda reminded me of my Aunt and Happy, that’s all.”
There was a solemness that filled the space between them and Stephen felt compelled to make it better.
“Take it one step at a time, Peter. You found your girlfriend and your best friend, other things will come later. And you may not see your Aunt May again in this life, but you will see her again. The universe is too large for you not to.”
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Of Blushes and Butterflies
Pairing: Reggie Peters x Luke Patterson
Word Count: 1.8K
Warnings: None?
A/N: Happy holidays @penguin-writes-books! I’m your secret santa for the @jatpdaily Secret Santa event! I present you with a Ruke (with slight background willex) alive!au featuring Smart Reggie and a little bit of background Proud Dad Ray Molina. I really hope you like it!! <3
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Luke knew he shouldn’t have left all his homework for the day after the band’s Orpheum showcase. His whole body felt ablaze with energy but none of it could be channeled towards his physics. Fortunately, he knew a certain green-eyed, dark-haired boy who was great at physics and would certainly help him out. So, he pulled out his phone and texted Reggie.
At the last second, Luke pulled his thumb away from the screen before pressing send on the message. Instead navigating to the call button. He faltered only briefly before pressing it, his breath catching in his throat as he waited to hear the boy’s soft and smooth voice.
“Hey Luke, what’s up?” Reggie asked cheerfully, picking up the phone after the first ring.
“Hey, Reg,” Luke responded, trying to fight back the heat in his cheeks just from hearing his friend’s voice.
He wasn’t entirely sure when the bassist had started making him feel so flustered all the time, normally Luke was cool, calm, and collected and Reggie was one of his oldest friends. Now suddenly he was finding himself at a loss for words in his presence, tongue tied and tripping over himself for the boy’s approval.
He blamed it on the chemistry incident. He never should’ve taken the guy’s bait while they waited for Julie to arrive for practice that day. They all knew that there was nothing but friendship between Luke and Julie and yet when Reggie and Alex had taunted him about their on-stage chemistry, Luke just had to prove them wrong. That’s how he had ended up staring deep into one of his oldest friend’s eyes, wondering how he’d never noticed the little flecks of gold and brown in them or all the tiny freckles dotting his nose and his cheeks.
“I, uh, might’ve put off my physics homework and need some help,” he answered sheepishly and he hear Reggie chuckle quietly on the other end, likely unsurprised. “D’you think you could come over?”
“I’ll be there in a few,’ Reggie responded before hanging up.
Luke flopped back onto his bed with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling dopily at the thought of the green-eyed boy on his way to him. Boy was he whipped.
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Reggie was pretty sure Luke was going to be the death of him, but what a way to go.
He had spent his Sunday afternoon after their spectacular showcase at the Orpheum pressed side-by-side with the brunet, their backs pressed against Luke’s headboard while Reggie played physics tutor.
He didn’t mind it. He knew everyone perceived him as the “dumb” one of the group and he understood why. He was usually the last one to catch on to social cues and he wasn’t the most observant of the group. However, Reggie was great at school and it was something he was really proud of. Science and math especially came really easy to him, enough so that he was on the advanced track for both at their high school. Ray had even started hanging his test grades up on the fridge with Carlos and Julie’s, the family practically adopting him when they learned about his poor home life. So no, he didn’t mind playing tutor to his friends. He actually really liked it, especially when it meant an afternoon spent pressed against a certain floppy-haired guitarist who only wore cutoffs.
He blamed Luke and his stupid, confident, mic-sharing chemistry for the butterflies that now swarmed in his stomach every time he saw the boy, though he wouldn’t trade that moment for the world. Their lips so close it took Reggie’s break away, and then the guy had the audacity to kiss his fingers and press them to Reggie’s lips with that cocky smirk as if Reggie wasn’t already aware he was bi.
It was with thoughts of how Luke’s actual lips might feel pressed against his own or how it might feel to thread his fingers through Luke’s hair that Reggie entered their Monday afternoon practice with running through his mind.
Luke had traded the t-shirt he’d worn to school for one of his signature cut-offs (it was a shame the school dress code prohibited sleeveless shirts but it was probably better for Reggie’s grades this way) and his flexing biceps were on full display as he tuned his guitar. Reggie gulped before pressing forward into the studio, picking up his bass and fiddling with the tuning pegs as well, trying to keep his gaze away from his best friend’s arms. Fortunately, practice went off without a hitch, Reggie to focused on the music to be ogling Luke. It wasn’t until after practice that his brain decided to betray him.
“So, are we hanging out for a bit?” Luke asked flopping down on the couch after they’d put away all their instruments.
“Flynn is coming over in a bit so you guys are welcome to stay,” Julie shrugged, taking a seat in one of the arm chairs while Alex sat across from her.
“Is it alright if I invite Willie?” He asked, already pulling out his phone to send a text to his boyfriend.
“Go ahead,” Julie responded with a knowing smirk as Alex grinned down at his phone.
“So what’re we gonna do?” Luke asked excitedly and Reggie raised his brow at the bot.
“You have a physics lab due,” Reggie said, eyes flicking between Luke and his backpack.
“Not until Wednesday!” Luke protested and Reggie tilted his head as if to say ‘come on, man.’
“You should start working on it now, babe,” Reggie said, staring pointedly at Luke, only realizing too late what he’d let slip out.
“Did you just call me ‘babe’?” Luke asked turning to stare wide-eyed at him, both boys trying desperately to fight off the color rising to their cheeks.
“I, uh, I was just trying it out,” Reggie stammered, trying to hide the slip-up.
“I like it,” Luke smiled sheepishly and Reggie thought for sure that the butterflies in his stomach would burst out of him with how frantically they were fluttering.
“O-okay,” he responded, plopping down on the other side of the couch and burying his face in his notes to try to hide his red cheeks.
Despite sitting on the opposite side of the couch, somewhere along the line Reggie had migrated over to Luke, as if being pulled by a magnet, until they were pressed side-by-side once again. At some point Willie and Flynn arrived, the latter arriving first and forcing Alex and Willie to share the remaining armchair (though they didn’t seem to mind), but Reggie couldn’t have said when, too focused on trying to focus on his AP physics assignment and not the smell of Luke’s hair.
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Luke was amazed that he’d been able to get any of his physics homework done with his thigh pressed right up against Reggie’s and their shoulders constantly bumping as they both scribbled down answers. He was pretty sure his mind had turned to goo, especially with how Reggie would stop working to peer at Luke’s paper when the boy stalled, unable to come up with the proper equation or solution, and would lean somehow closer to help him work it out. He was starting to wonder if he had died and was now being tortured in hell.
Reggie had just leaned forward again, giving Luke a whiff of his cologne? Body wash? Deodorant? He wasn’t sure what it was but it smelled amazing and he was trying to subtly bask in it while also listening to Reggie explaining something to him when Flynn’s phone rang.
She gasped loudly, slipping into her manager voice when she demanded, “Everyone stop what you’re doing right now.”
Luke froze, pencil slipping out of his hand and clattering onto the floor as Flynn took the call. Everybody in the room seemed afraid to even breathe as Flynn stood from her chair, beginning to pace in front of the band setup. Luke was trying to listen intently, hoping to glean any amount of information about the call from Flynn’s side of the conversation, but at some point Reggie had gripped Luke’s hand in his own and the contact was just about all he could focus on. Reggie was holding his hand.
When Flynn finally ended the call the rest of the group stood up to meet her with baited breath as she walked back towards the furniture. Even when they stood Reggie still kept ahold of Luke, their entwined hands now dangling between them.
“What was that about?” Julie finally broke the silence, giving her best friend a hopeful look.
“That was Andi Parker from Destiny Management and she wants to produce your first album!” Flynn announced and the studio erupted into surprised shouts.
The band of high school seniors had been steadily growing in popularity since it’s conception a few years back and they’d be lying if they hadn’t been hoping for this outcome after their Orpheum showcase.
“But wait, there’s more!” Flynn exclaimed. She paused momentarily, letting them anticipate her next words in silence before yelling, “Julie and the Phantoms are going on tour!”
If their reaction to the record deal was an eruption, this was an explosion of shouts and cheers as they celebrated. Luke was partially aware of Julie and Flynn embracing and Alex literally jumping into Willie’s arms but he wasn’t paying them much attention, his eyes flicking between Reggie and the boy’s hand still firmly intertwined with his. Even in the excitement of the moment neither had even thought about letting go. Luke was suddenly filled with a surge of emotion and before he knew what he was doing he had grasped Reggie’s face in his hands, pressing their lips together firmly.
It took a moment for Reggie’s brain to stop short-circuiting and remember to kiss back but when he did he did it with fervor, hoping to make up for the lost time. He brought his hand (the one that was not still firmly grasped in Luke’s) up to tangle itself in the brunet’s hair just as he had daydreamed about earlier. No. It was better than he had ever daydreamed. Nothing could compare to kissing Luke Patterson.
They only broke away when their friends erupted into cheers and wolf whistles, the two boy immediately reminded of the fact that they weren’t alone.
“Finally!” Flynn called as they pulled apart, faces flushed red. Luke started to pull his hand away but Reggie only gripped it tighter, silently assuring him that it was okay.
“Yeah, uh, I guess it has been a long time coming, huh Reg?” Luke said sheepishly, glancing shyly up at the boy.
Between the kiss, the hand-holding, and the hopeful look in Luke’s eyes, Reggie found himself at a complete loss for words, only able to nod feverishly in response. Thankfully it seemed to be enough for Luke, who grinned before asking,
“Be my boyfriend?”
Though it seemed an impossible feat, Reggie managed to croak out a “Yeah” before they were kissing again, their friends whooping and hollering in the background once more.
An album, a tour, and Luke and Reggie finally getting together. It was shaping up to be a pretty spectacular Monday.
#jatpdailysecretsanta2020#ruke#reggie peters#luke patterson#ruke fic#jatp fic#jatp#julie and the phantoms#alive!luke patterson#alive!reggie peters
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Body |Peter's Turn
Part 2 of 2 (Part 1 -> here)
Masterlist
Gender: Female
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Warning: none (suspicions of cheating but no actual cheating lol just a lotta funny miscommunication)
Anon requested- can I get a one shot where the reader does the body positivity trend with the new megan thee stallion song and the reader is insecure about how ppl will react to it?? Most importantly how peter will react to it?? K thanks
A/N- Part 2 cuz I immediately knew what I wanted to do with this the second I got the ask. (Peter's turn)
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When Peter heard that you'd been nervous about showing him your video, he freaked.
He thought he'd done something wrong. That maybe he gave off weird vibes or that he'd said something before that made you think he wouldn't have liked it. Which definitely wasn't true. He liked everything you did.
Well, except that one time you got bangs. He didn't really like the bangs.
Anyway, Peter felt like he needed to show you that he was okay with it all. That he was down with anything you wanted to do or show him.
He looked in the mirror early that morning and decided.
Peter wanted to show what he had to offer.
He looked down at your TikTok "body" video on his phone. He could do something like that, right? He was completely clueless, but he could at least try his best.
He pulled out his phone and texted the one guy he knew could help him out.
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PeterParkour🤟: i need u to teach me the lip bitey thingy
PrinceHarry👑: bro what
PrinceHarry👑: ???
PrinceHarry👑: what is that
PeterParkour🤟: like when u make yourself look all cool when u bite your lip
PrinceHarry👑: ...
PrinceHarry👑: oh
PrinceHarry👑: OH
PrinceHarry👑: 😂
PrinceHarry👑: lmao why do u wanna do that???
PeterParkour🤟: im trying to make a video for y/n
PrinceHarry👑: what kind of video 👀
PeterParkour🤟: NOT LIKE THAT
PeterParkour🤟: well actually
PeterParkour🤟: kinda like that
PrinceHarry👑: PETER WHATTTTT
PeterParkour🤟: ill explain later which penthouse are u at tonight?
PrinceHarry👑: the one closest to ur apartment
PeterParkour🤟: ok ill come over
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Now, on your end, school was kicking your ass.
You weren't failing, but the amount of make-up work you had was so far through the roof that you might as well be. And the teachers were hellbent on making it the hardest they could.
To put it short, you needed a break.
And the second MJ heard your tired, irritated voice over the phone, she was on her way over with chips, dip, popcorn, and movies. If there was anything to calm you down, it'd be a nice movie.
MJ had gone to your kitchen to make the popcorn and you were laying on your bed finishing up some homework, when you got a phone call from Harry. "Hello?"
"I didn't know you and Pete were sending nudes."
You paused. "What?"
He carried on in a nonchalant tone. "I mean, I never took you guys as the types to do that, but damn, you two really surprised me. Dude's really over here asking for tips and everything-"
You sat up in your bed, alert and highly confused. "Okay," you said, taking a deep breath" ....what, again, the fuck?" Harry continued to ramble but one sharp scolding tone stopped him. "Harry, shut up."
He paused on the other side of the phone and then suddenly his voice came back, extremely hesitant. "...wait, was I not supposed to say anything? Did I just fuck up?" He sighed. "Oops.."
"No, Harry tell me what the hell you're-" BEEP. You looked down and saw that he hung up.
Just then, MJ opened the door, hands full with freshly popped popcorn. "Okay, ready to get the movie started?" She walked to the bed when she noticed that you were practically frozen in your spot. "Um, [Y/N]?"
You looked up with glossy eyes and she immediately knew that something was wrong. "Dude, what happened?"
You frantically shrugged a bit, and then let out a shrill laugh, half confused and half preparing for the worst. "Peter's- um... apparently... sending nudes to...me....Harry... someone?"
"What?"
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Peter had finally made it to Harry's penthouse.
"So, nudes?," Harry chirped, very amused as he opened his door.
"What nudes?," Peter asked as he stepped into the living room. "What are you talking about?"
Harry paused. "Wait, what were you talking about?"
Peter only stared back in confusion, leaving Harry to pick through his own confusion fragments of information. He quizzically looked at him. "But-..the texts?"
"Oh!," Peter laughed, moving to sit on the couch. "No, I wanna make one of those thirst trap TikToks for [Y/N], that's all," he explained with a shrug and a bashful smile. "She made one for me, now I wanna repay the favor."
"Dude!," Harry hissed out. "You should've just said that!"
"Well, how about you just need to stop making assumptions," Peter said with a slight frown, not understanding why his friend was so wound up.
"Well, I had to since you kept being so vague!"
Peter rolled his eyes and started towards the refrigerator, if not to actually get something to drink, getting away from a crazed Harry for two seconds would be enough.
When he sat back down, Harry started to speak again. "So, what did you need me for?"
"Oh," Peter mumbled, shifting in his seat. "Well, you know how to do that sort of... stuff, right?"
"You mean looking like a fuckboy?," Harry snickered. "Yeah I'd say that's well within my reservoir."
Peter gave his typical bashful look. "So... teach me your fuckboy ways?"
Harry grinned. "Peter. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that."
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You held your phone in your handle, looking at Peter's contact number hesitantly.
"Just text him," MJ said with an eyeroll.
"But what if it's nothing?! I don't wanna be the crazy girlfriend!"
"But what if it's something?," MJ added. "Cuz if you put it off now, and it actually ends up being something, you'll be even more miserable than you would be if you just found out now."
You took a long breath and nodded. "Okay then I'll text him."
"But if it is nothing, you'll look pretty stupid jumping to conclusions like that."
You sighed. "So, no?"
"But then if it's something-" she continued, getting deeper underneath your skin with each word. "-you'll look even more stupid because you could've found out sooner and you didn't."
Finally quieting down from her rambling, MJ noticed you glaring at her. You sighed.
"So...do I or do I not text him?"
"Oh nah, dude. I mean, I wouldn't. After all, I'm not saying that I think it's something," she said with a shrug. "I'm just saying on the off-chance that it is, you'd be in bad shape."
"Okay can we please stop playing devil's advocate with my life?!"
"You know I love watching you squirm [Y/N]." "Anyway, I'm sure Peter's not cheating. The boys were probably just doing something dumb and Harry just explained horribly."
You bit your lip. "You sure?"
She shrugged. "Pretty sure."
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"Okay, now lower the camera just a little," Harry instructed. "You gotta show the v-line, but still leave enough for imagination."
Peter dropped his arm and his posture and shot Harry an incredulous glare. "Harry, if you focused this much in school I wouldn't have to tutor you."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Just keep going."
This was the third picture taken and though it was out of his element, Peter strangely felt very confident with what he was doing. He never saw himself as ugly, but he certainly never saw himself as hot either. Not like Harry. But looking at himself now, with Harry's corny chain necklaces on and his hair scruffed up in a way he's not used to, he knew one thing for certain.
He looked good.
"Okay," Harry said. "Now the last one, actually needs to be some dumb picture someone took of you in your gallery."
Peter frowned. "Huh? But I'm on a roll here."
"Yeah but the whole point is that all of these pictures weren't supposed to be taken directly beforehand," he pointed out. "Since you're breaking that rule, you gotta throw in a cute dumb one to throw off your scent." He smirked. "Also, you gotta show the ladies and gents that you have a softer, funnier side."
Peter stared for a moment. "..why do you have this down to a science?"
"Says the science geek?," Harry retorted.
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Peter spent the night at Harry's and they drove to school early in the morning. He was glad that it was Tuesday because your schedules made it so that you'd both have lunch together every other day.
"You sure she'll like it?," he asked Harry as they walked down the halls before lunch.
Harry rolled his eyes with a laugh. "You know, she asked me the exact same thing for you when she made her video?"
Peter nodded quietly, still feeling a bit down about you feeling bad about showing him that video. "Yeah, I know."
"Jesus," Harry laughed. "You insecure little dweebs are made for each other!"
"I'm gonna take that as a compliment..."
"As you should," Harry said with a shrug, as nonchalant as ever.
The two boys walked into the lunchroom and to the table they knew best. You and MJ were already there.
Peter could tell just by the look on your face that something was wrong. "Hey," he greeted cautiously. "Is everything okay?"
MJ glared at him and he looked to Harry, whose clueless face was not helping.
Finally, you looked up and sighed. "Pete, be honest. Are you cheating on me?"
What.
"What?!"
You examined the utter shock and terror in his face. It didn't look fake. He looked saddened and scared as he began to ramble. "No no! I would never! What even made you think-!"
His eyes caught yours as you looked over towards Harry sittting next to him. Peter turned toward Harry and then looked back to you in confusion. "Wait, you think I cheated on you with HARRY?"
MJ bursts out laughing next you. "Jesus..."
Harry scoffed. "Well don't sound so excited Peter, jeez."
You let out a small chuckle but kept your eyes on Peter. "It's just... Harry called me and...said something about nudes and-"
Peter's face grew even more contorted with bafflement. "Nudes?!"
Harry hit his forehead, finally understanding what was happening. "Ooooooooh, me and my big mouth..."
All eyes turned towards him. "What, Harry?"
He sighed. "This is all just a big mix-up." Harry nudged Peter. "Just show her the thing dude."
"What thing?," MJ asked.
Peter fished through his pockets. "Okay," he mumbled, a bit shaken up by what happened. He took his phone out and handed it to you. "Here."
You looked up and saw Peter looking down at you, waiting for your reaction.
"So, this is what you were doing yesterday?"
He nodded.
You blew out a long breath of relief. "You're not cheating."
"God no, babe, I'd never cheat on you," he cooed, stepping over towards your seat. "I know you were really nervous when you showed me yours, and so... I thought I should repay the favor."
He didn't even have time to breathe before you were on him, wasting no time in bringing your lips to his. He kissed you back, mildly aware of the people in the lunchroom around the two of you, but he still didn't care.
Peter pulled away with a smitten smile until he noticed blood on his lip. He wiped it away with his hand and frowned when he realized it was not his own.
You almost asked what was wrong when you noticed him looking at you strangely, but MJ beat you to the punch.
"Dude, you have a bloody nose!"
You gasped, picking up a napkin from the table.
Harry laughed. "Did you really just get a horny nosebleed?"
"Horny nosebleed?," MJ snickered.
"That's not a thing," you scoffed. "...is it?"
"It actually is," Peter corrected, blushing profusely and rubbing his neck. "Just glad to know you thought the video was hot."
"It was really hot," you gushed.
Peter grinned and pulled you close. "Aww babe."
MJ rolled her eyes. "Okay lovebirds, get a room."
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Lol I know this was pretty trash but I was just trying to get to sleep while I was finishing this
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Say No To This
Peter Parker x reader
SMUT
Warnings: cheating
Based on the song Say No To This from Hamilton.
Basically, Peter is dating Liz, but they've been having problems. When you show up to study he just can't seem to say no.
I know it's totally out of character for the soffest of the soft bois, but I still went with it. Whoops 😬
"Take a break, Pete" Liz clung around his neck whispered as he sat at his desk. He sighed "You know I can't, babe. I've got a big test this week"
"Come on, Petey... Please, just take a little break" she whispered in his ear. Peter sighed louder this time and shrugged Liz off of him.
"I said I can't, Liz" it came out a lot snappier than he intended to. He let out yet another sigh. "I'm sorry, I just really can't right now, okay" Liz nodded her head slightly and made her way to the door. "It's fine, Pete, I'll see you tomorrow."
The disappointment in her voice killed him, he knew he was treating her like dirt but lately he seemed to be unable to do anything else. She got on his nerves so easily without doing anything in particular and lately he reacted a lot grumpier to her than he would like to.
He knew none of this was her fault, she had been nothing but perfectly lovely even though he was being an ass. He threw his pencil at the wall in frustration.
What the fuck was the matter with him? He had the most amazing girlfriend in the world and he was completely neglecting her.
He looked back down at his course notes and tried to focus, but he was interrupted by a knock on the door.
He groaned thinking Liz had come back to argue with him some more. "Yeah?" he yelled at his closed door. You opened the door carefully
"Hi, it's me. Could I come in?"
Peter was taken aback, he was not expecting you. He knew you, kind off, you guys had talked a couple of times in class and at parties. You hit it off pretty well, but you didn't exactly hang out. Until now, apparently.
"Y-yeah, sure, come on in." Peter sat up straighter in his desk chair and vainly tried to smooth out the creases in his sweatshirt.
"Hi." you smiled and closed the door behind you. "Hi." Peter smiled back shyly. "So, uhm,what's up?" Peter asked after you hadn't said anything in a while.
You plopped down on the edge of his bed before you started talking. "Right, so, I'm a little embarrassed but I have a chem test this week and I'm just hopelessly lost. Like, seriously lost and I really need this grade because I failed the last one. And I know that you're really busy, but you're by far the smartest person I know so I was hoping that maybe you could help me? Please?" you rambled on while fiddling with your hair.
"Sure!" Peter interrupted you quickly. "Wait, seriously? You'll help me?" Peter tought you looked incredibly cute the way you were sitting there on his bed, looking up at him so full of hope. "Yeah, of course, not a problem" he smiled.
You jumped up and threw you arms around his neck "Thank you! Oh my god, Peter, seriously, thank you so much. I really appreciate it."
Peter could feel his breath hitch in his throat at your close proximity. He hated to admit it but he was incredibly attracted to you. Then again, so was everybody else. You were the hottest girl on campus, everyone wanted to go out with you.
You let go of Peter and sat back down on the bed, tucking your legs in under yourself. "'Can we start right now?" you asked excitedly. Peter was blushing ever so slightly. "Sure, Y/N, where do you want to start?"
You had been studying for hours and it was going really well. You were lying around on the bed, notes all over the floor and in between the two of you on the sheets. Peter was an excellent tutor and he was patient with you when you didn't understand things on the first try.
You had gotten snacks and now you were trying to throw peanuts into each other's mounths while Peter was quizzing you on some of the things you had reviewed in the previous hour.
You threw your fists in the air and cheered as you caught a peanut that Peter had aimed rather far away from your mouth. "Can't beat me just like that, Parker! That's, what, 15 to 8 now, if I'm not mistaken?" you teased as you tossed another peanut at him that he did not catch.
Peter threw his hands up defensively "Alright, alright, you're kicking my ass, I can admit it! Now come on focus, I've got five more questions for you"
"Bring it on!" The caffeine and sugar overload had made you a lot more confident in your academic endeavors and you felt ready for any question that he could possibly throw at you. You nailed the first four and Peter was hyping up the last one to be a real though one.
"I'm gonna be so proud if you get this one! I swear, if you know this one you're gonna ace that test, Parker guarantee!" You were scribbling calculations on a piece of paper, biting your lip in concentration and scratching the back of the pencil against your temple every so often as you were working out the math in your head.
Peter couldn't help but think that he had never seen anything so perfect. You were splayed across his bed in a loose white t-shirt and cut-off jean booty shorts, your hair tossed over your shoulder casually. You looked like an angel.
You looked up at him suddenly, eyes blinking up at him, mouth slightly open. "Is it 9,03 times 10 to the 23rd?" You were holding you breath without even noticing it, hoping so badly that you were right. Peter broke into a gigantic smile and nodded his head excitedly.
"You're kidding?" you asked.
"No, I'm not" he shook his head hastily.
"I did it?" You felt an overwhelming sense of happiness flooding over you.
"You did it!"
"Oh my god, I did it!"
You yelled and flung yourself around him again "Thank you, thank you, thank you! This is all because of you, thank you so much, Peter!"
You felt Peter's arms tentatively wrap around you and the both of you were suddenly very aware of how close together you were.
You could feel the electricity between you as you pulled back from Peter, just far enough that you felt the slight hitch in his breath. His hands were still on the small of your back, the feeling of their warm weight on you made your stomach flutter.
He looked down at you, his blown pupils nearly drowning out the brown entirely. He knew this was wrong, this was so goddamn wrong but it was like there was a magnetic force drawing you to his lips.
You were so close, so warm, so comfortable and so fucking sexy... Why did you have to be so sexy?
He should be saying no to this, he should be taking his hands off of you, he knew he shouldn't do this. But then your lips touched his, and he did it anyway.
Peter kissed you softly, slowly, barely moving at first as if he was scared that you would pull away if he went any faster. You pressed your lips on his firmer and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck.
Peter pulled you closer against him as the kiss grew more passionate. It was still slow and intimate but there was a sudden heat there that wasn't there before. Peter's hand travelled up over your back and through your hair until he placed it firmly on your cheek.
He pulled you forwards slowly until you were lying on top of him. His one hand was now wrapped in your hair, the other still holding the small of your back.
The kiss had gotten heavier by now, needier. You were moving against each other, creating friciton that made you moan in his mouth. You felt Peter tense beneath you.
His hand curled around the hem of you shirt, lifting it slightly. He broke the kiss abrubtly "Is this okay?" he whispered lowly against your lips.
You nodded rapidly and he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it to the side.
In the back of his mind a voice was still yelling that this was wrong, but it had grown so faint already, and when he looked at you, Peter couldn't imagine how a moment this glorious could be wrong.
He looked you over slowly, taking in your flushed cheeks, your sparkling eyes, your chest heaving against the soft pink fabric of your bra.
"Damn" he whispered and pulled you back down into a lingering kiss. Y
ou tugged at Peter's shirt and he quickly discarded it, the rest of your clothes following quickly. "Do you have a condom?" you asked between kisses.
Peter nodded quickly and reached into his nightstand, procuring a wrapper which he immediately tore open. He rolled on the condom before he paused. He stroked your cheeck with his thumb.
"Are you sure?" He asked. You nodded and kissed him softly before aligning yourself with him and lowering yourself down on him slowly.
"Fuck" Peter moaned loudly as he bottomed out. You groaned at the feeling of Peter stretching you out and slowly started to grind your hips into him.
Peter's hand were on your hips, steadying you as he started bucking his hips up into you. You moaned at the friction it created. "Shit, Y/N" Peter groaned softly, he knew that if you kept making sounds like that he wasn't going to last long.
You leaned forward, pressing yourself against Peter's chest and kissed him deeply. Peter's hands came up to your chest, teasing your nipples with his fingers. You kissed down his neck, nibbling and sucking and you were sure there were gonna be marks tomorrow. You were both moaning loudly at each other's touches.
You sat back up and picked up your pace, bouncing up and down on Peter rapidly. "Holy shit" Peter whispered as he threw his head back. His hands roam over your back until they settled firmly on your ass.
"Darling, if you don't slow down this is not going to take much longer" Peter warned you.
You smiled down at him and whispered "Don't worry, I'm right there with you." Peter smiled and nodded before jerking up his hips sharply, making you yell out his name. Peter was fucking up into you rapidly and you could feel your orgasm nearing.
"Fuck, Pete, I'm so close" you moaned. "Me too, baby" Peter groaned.
Peter's thrusts were becoming sloppy and it wasn't long before he threw his head moaning loudly as he came. Feeling him pulse inside of you sent you over the edge too and you could feel your orgasm starting to wash over you.
"Oh my god, Peter!" you moaned loudly as his thumb came down to your clit, helping you ride out your orgasm.
"That was amazing" you whispered. Peter nodded in agreement before pulling you in for a kiss. Satisfied and exhausted, it wasn't long before both of you dozed off snuggled against each other.
You were woken up in the morning by the sound of a door creaking.
"Hey, Peter, can we talk about last ni... Oh",
Liz's face dropped at the sight that met her in Peter's room, she had never thought he'd do something like this. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she saw the clothes littered around the room and the way you were curled up against her boyfriend.
Peter's eyes went wide as saucers when he saw her.
"Liz, I can explain..."
"How could you?"
Her voice broke as she rushed out the door, slamming it behind her.
"Liz!" Peter yelled and scrambled to get his boxer on. He swung open the door to run after her, but she had already disappeared.
He walked back into his room defeated to see you frantically pulling on your clothes and grabbing your stuff.
"Y/N, I'm sorry..." he started but you interrupted him harshly.
"You have a girlfriend? Seriously? I always thought you were so nice..."
"Y/N, please..."
"No!" you yelled at him while grabbing your chem notes.
"Screw you, Parker. Thanks for the help" you seethed and stormed out the door.
Peter sunk down on his bed, head in his hands. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been. He loved Liz and now he'd broken her heart. He should've listened to his conscience last night.
He should have said no to this.
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drastic measures of ignorance ☆ intro
dark!peter parker x reader
series warnings: non-con, dub-con, bullying, humiliation, degradation, power imbalance, slapping, somnophilia, slight emetophobia, forced relationship, kidnapping and more please be careful and message me if you are concerned about any potential warnings you don't see! all characters are of age (seniors in hs)
6:30 am
My alarm plays the same song it always does and I sleep for thirty more minutes before getting dressed, like I always do. I tuck my shoelaces into my shoes like I did yesterday and the day before. My stomach turns, I throw up before I make it to the bus stop and the same thing will happen tomorrow and the next day.
I sit by the window, seven seats down, my stop is the first. His is the third. I turn on my music and bite my nails anxiously hoping that someone will sit next to me before he does, but they never do. Thirteen seconds into my fourth song he’ll sit pompously beside me and my day begins.
7:46 am
“Hey angel.”
I don’t respond but he doesn’t care. It’s not a no and cold hands snake under my shirt, playing at my waistband before moving to my breasts. I shift uncomfortably and wonder how I’m supposed to respond, but I’ll never get there. My head is so foggy and my thoughts are jumbled. He says this is normal and really, how should I know better?
11:30 am
For three periods everything is okay. He’s much smarter than me so our schedule almost never lines up. Except for…
“Peter!”
Just his name makes my throat dry, but I desperately hope it’s someone reminding him about a meeting he needs to attend, or a tutor session he promised, but of course it’s nothing and he continues on his path toward me.
I was used to eating lunch alone, I liked it that way. With most of my friends having graduated in the years prior I began to enjoy the time for myself. But nothing is just mine now, everything has become enveloped by him.
Under the table where no one can see he pinches my thigh painfully until I give him the pda he desires. To everyone else we’re a dream couple. And to me? Well I guess that’s what we are, I’ve never had the supplies to deny it.
Classes go by in a blur, even with conflicting schedules the school building still feels like a suffocating maze with Peter just waiting to find me alone. I think about online school, transferring, dropping out, but it all feels so dramatic and to put my future on the line all because of some bothersome guy… I can’t do that. Right?
3:50 pm
The bus ride home is always worse than the one in the morning. He’s annoyed at the time we have to spend apart and I’m at the end of his frustration. Sometimes his force scares me and I have to cry to get him to stop. He reminds me to call him and I make up a lie about our service being out. He grumbles something about having to make it up to him and I scurry off the bus before I have to think about it too much. At home I am in my sanctuary and at home I won’t think about him any longer than I have to. I can spend one night by myself.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Every other day we have gym at the field across the campus. Most days it's a drag, but today I’m practically buzzing. Peter is nowhere to be seen. The sun on my skin doesn’t feel too bad, still I’ve never been one for exercising. I take my time stretching.
Lately my days go by painfully slow. One minute in my life is one hundred and twenty seconds long. I take in my surroundings enjoying every minute change or disruption, it brings me something to think of other than my own circumstances. Most days I notice the stray basketball heading towards me. Today, I fail to notice the shade beginning to cast over me and the sound of classmates calling my name.
I am entirely frozen when I feel the strange texture enveloping me. Finally, I comprehend the familiar design. Plastered all over the internet, talked about on the news and recognized nationally I’d have to really be long gone to not recognize Spider-Man when he’s face to face with me.
The gravity of the situation hits me and my shaking becomes uncontrollable. The masked hero comforts me quietly as we swing out of sight. Once many buildings have past I ready myself to be set down. I begin to feel restless and clammy, unacquainted with the area we’re arriving at. I try to direct to my house, my parents workplace, the nearest starbucks, anywhere where I can breathe freely but it falls on deaf ears.
Maybe I should be thankful to this man but I panic. I panic and start beating at the chest of my hero turned captor. Maybe he has my best interest in mind, maybe I’m delusional, maybe…
I feel pressure on my neck and my muscles weaken before the world fades around me.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Sometimes when I am completely fatigued, I can hear and feel everything around me while I sleep, too exhausted to open my eyes or move an inch. Usually I’m dealing with my mom taking an embarrassing picture of my sleeping face, now however I’m dealing with my own personal nightmare.
The bed I’m in is much firmer than my own, the blankets too thin for comfort and everything is far too dark. My senses are in overdrive as I feel another presence.
I feel the cool air hit my legs as my pants are slid off me, I will my hands to move, my mouth to speak but nothing happens. As my chest becomes completely exposed my heartbeat thunders in my ears. I try to let out a complaint but the noise only excites them. When I’m completely exposed I hear the shutter of a camera and a sob builds in my throat.
Eventually I feel a prodding at my entrance and I fight to at least fall back asleep. Please let this be a nightmare, please let this be something I don’t have to endure.
Instead I’m forced awake.
Peter.
Peter, Peter.
Peter!
I plead with him, tears fogging my vision until he becomes fed up, awarding me with a slap on the face. None of it comes to me then, I don’t let it. I refuse to face my reality, as Peter inserts himself into me fully. The pain is excruciating and his words make it worse.
“God angel, you’re pussy is perfect.”
He starts a slow pace, bringing his hands to my waist he settles me upright in his lap. He forces me up and down like a ragdoll, it’s humiliating adding to my powerlessness.
“I can’t believe I waited this long, I’m not going another day without my cock in you.”
The thought of the future brings a new set of tears and Peter tsks before slapping my ass. I yelp in surprise and it leaves him wanting more.
“Come on baby, I want to hear more of those pretty noises.”
I shake my head desperately, embarrassed. He pinches my nipple and picks up the pace before continuing.
“Yes, you’re gonna tell me how much you like this. I know this is exactly what my dumb little slut needs.”
Despite my attempts not to, I cry out, His name a chant on my lips. I don’t know what I’m asking for anymore, to stop or to keep going, slower or harder, it all bleeds together, the only thing I have the ability to focus on is Peter. Just like he wanted.
Peter.
Peter.
Peter!
He always manages to get what he wants.
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at the end of the day (chapter one)
summary: there are two gigantic mysteries in your life and one of them includes peter parker not seeming to like you. you can stand him not being your friend but being in the same friend group? that should be easy, right?
a/n: sO i have this idea for a story in my head and there will be some slow updates coming but i’m excited about this one and lets HOPE i finish it hA. also i don’t know if this is gonna be more than a few “chapters” so we’ll see when i do with part two and i’ll decide from there! 💖
warnings: some angst but it’s not too serious
editied by: @jinxes-and-hexes! (everyone say ‘thank you’ because we all know i make too many typos).
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Peter Parker did not like you.
The reason? You didn’t know. You joined Midtown Tech your sophomore year and became friends with Peter’s “group” during February of the second semester. It was now the start of your junior year and you still couldn’t figure out why Peter had always given you the cold shoulder.
At first, you rationalized that he wasn’t keen on meeting new people. You got that, really, because meeting people you don’t know can make for an awkward situation and make people anxious overall. But weeks flew by and even MJ warmed up to you but the ever so bubbly Peter Parker that Ned was always talking about was nowhere in sight.
He was never outwardly mean to you but it was the little things you noticed. Like when he would scoot further away from you in the cafeteria or not invite you to a small get together if he was the one planning, even when you were with him. It was when he avoided eye contact and asked MJ to switch seats with him so he wouldn’t have to sit next to you in the backseat of Betty’s car and it was when he ignored you whenever you talked about the high marks you got on your biochemistry final.
You think that those subtle gestures hurt more than him telling you he doesn’t like you.
You hadn’t really spoken to Peter, per se. In the beginning, you both were trying to make awkward small talk for the sake of making friends, but when you clicked with Ned, Peter gave up. You quit trying a little later and you were positive the rest of your friend group tried to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.
You were accustomed to people not telling you things, but you wish you weren’t. You learned from your mother that it was best not to pry if people didn’t want to tell you something. After all, you learned you should never ask about your father when she had threatened to pull you out of Midtown Tech if you asked her about him one more time.
So when Peter completely stopped talking to you unless necessary, you didn’t bother asking him why he didn’t like you.
Not that you weren’t intrigued by the reasoning behind it, if any at all, but you were in no place to ask him because you didn’t really know him and you had just met him that year. Talk about an awkward situation.
So you’d sit in the cafeteria and laugh at Ned’s Star Wars puns and peek over MJ’s shoulders when she’s reading or on her phone, and listen intently to Betty’s school gossip to distract yourself from looking at Peter. You felt so uncomfortable and awkward knowing one person in your friend group wasn’t making an effort to be your friend.
But you pulled through because you hadn’t managed to become close with other people like you had with this group and you weren’t about to let one bad seed ruin the bunch.
“I think I failed the Spanish quiz,” Ned said with a sigh.
“Oh, why’s that?” you asked.
“I tried to remember everything I studied but nothing worked. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” he said, groaning.
“I’m sure Anna wouldn’t mind tutoring you,” you suggested. “She helped MJ get pretty good test results.”
“You’re a lifesaver,” Ned said dramatically as he gripped the straps of his backpack. “I gotta run to a doctor’s appointment. See you tomorrow?”
“See ya!” you said with a two-finger salute. You turned around in the opposite direction to walk home when you collided with Peter.
“O-Oh,” you said, regaining your balance. “Sorry Peter.”
“It’s fine,” he said quickly before walking away and ducking his head, not making eye contact with you once. You sighed, not expecting anything less but still disappointed in the outcome.
“He’s being weird,” MJ commented. “I think this is one mystery I can’t solve.”
“Great,” you said, exasperated. “You’re the most perceptive person I know and if you can’t figure out what’s wrong with Peter, no one can.”
“He’s been a bit strange, lately,” said MJ. “Disconnected, for sure. He leaves us a lot and backs out of plans last minute. Peter didn’t use to do that but after getting that Stark Internship, he’s been at Stark’s beck and will.”
“Oh, right, the internship,” you said. “Well, I wouldn’t know.”
“None of us would. He doesn’t talk about it and when he does, his job description seems to be all over the place. I mean, who fetches coffee and works with technology?” she asked rhetorically. “It’s whatever. Don’t take it too personally, okay?”
“It’s hard when he literally ignores me all the time,” you said, falling into step with MJ.
“The kid’s weird.”
“You guys are the same age.”
“I’m wise. Like, in my seventies, wise.”
“Touché,” you said. “I’ll see you tomorrow, MJ.”
***
You sat against the bed frame with a pillow propped up against your back, an iced coffee by your nightstand, and your computer on your lap. The bottom was warm after long use but you paid no attention as your eyes scanned the monitor. A digital copy of your birth certificate sat right in front of you with your mother’s name, your name, but no father listed. The blank space filled your thoughts with doubt and curiosity.
You didn’t know where to look. Being that your mother despised talking about your father, she gave you a copy of your birth certificate to prove that your father was a no-good person and she meant for that to be a reminder that you didn’t need to worry about him. But it fueled your interest even more.
You weren’t sure where you got your love for computer science from, but you were able to type on a keyboard at an early age. Add in a few extra classes during summertime at a community college, and you were good to go. Now, you were skilled enough to locate backdoor entrances to mainframes and encrypted hotlines in order to access data that wasn’t being shown to the public. Was it legal? Perhaps, perhaps not. It was still a gray area but you didn’t venture very far when you had accidentally gained access to Midtown’s security system and found out you could change student information from your computer at home, much like Ferris Bueller did when he lowered the amount of days he had been absent.
With this knowledge, you tried everything you could. Whether that be trying a family lineage website or hacking into your hospital medical records (to no avail), everything seemed to turn up empty and lead you down a path that was always cold.
You had considered asking the Avengers for help, but you didn’t know if they made house calls or responded to teenage girls who wanted to know who their father was. You didn’t think your conundrum, compared to what they dealt with, was that important.
So, you sighed and closed your laptop in frustration with yet another afternoon of relentless curiosity that led you nowhere. You sipped on your iced coffee from the metal straw before hearing a slurping sound and put the cup on the stand, telling yourself you’d take care of it later and decided to take a short nap, dreaming of two things: finding the identity of your father and finding out why Peter didn’t like you.
Across town, Peter and Ned were casually hanging out in Peter’s bedroom when Ned asked a question.
“How come you don’t like Y/N?”
Peter looked at him with surprise.
“W-What do you mean? Of course I like Y/N. She hangs out with us all the time.”
“Yeah, but you never talk to her,” he pointed out. “And when she tries to talk to you, you try to cut the conversation short or try to avoid her altogether. That’s weird, man.”
“I do not,” Peter said. Ned gave him a look. “I just don’t think we click.”
“How would you know that? You’ve never spent time with her alone and you don’t talk to her.”
“Call it a gut feeling,” he muttered.
“Peter, that’s really unfair to Y/N because you’re not giving her a chance to prove herself. You’re judging her without getting to know her.”
“Can we just drop it, Ned?” Peter pleaded. “You sound like MJ and I don’t need to be scolded today.”
Ned sighed, obviously torn between wanting to respect his best friend’s wishes, but also trying to put you in a good light because he genuinely cares for you. He was in the crossfire and in an awkward spot but he knew that he didn’t want to lose either of you any time soon.
“Maybe you should ask her to hang out.”
“Ned,” Peter said, more sternly this time.
“Okay, okay. No more Y/N talk, got it.”
There was an awkward minute of silence before Ned spoke up again.
“So, uh, how are things going with your Spider-Man gig?”
“Pretty good,” Peter said, his mood changing almost instantly. Ned was grateful that he was distracted with Spider-Man talk. “Mr. Stark’s upgrading my suit a little and he’s updating Karen, adding some defensive-combat skills. I don’t really know what that means but he said he’d show me this weekend.”
“Being an Avenger must be so cool.”
Peter became flustered. “I mean, it’s pretty cool.”
“Maybe I can meet Tony one day. What do you say?” Peter gave him a look. “One day,” he said nonchalantly. “Do you think Y/N likes the Avengers?”
“Ned,” Peter said sternly. “I don’t want to talk about Y/N right now, okay? If you really need to know, something about her rubs me the wrong way and until I can figure out why, it’s for the best.”
“Why don’t you just ask her?”
“Oh yeah,” said Peter, sarcastically. “Like she’s going to tell me. What if she tells me a lie?”
“You have a point,” he said. “Well, do I stop talking to her?”
Peter sighed. “Do what you want, man. All I’m saying is we can’t trust her.”
“Is this Peter or Spider-Man talking?”
“I don’t know,” Peter confessed. “Just be careful, okay?”
“I think you’re thinking way too deeply into this,” Ned began. “You’ve barely spoken to her and you’ve done nothing to figure out why you hate her so much.”
“I don’t hate her,” Peter replied.
“Well, it sure looks like it. I can see that she gets a little hurt when you don’t invite her to things and MJ and I have to cover for you and say we didn’t know you didn’t invite her.”
“What can I do, Ned?” Peter asked. “Everything in me is telling me not to trust her because she’s got some weird thing going on with her.”
“And you would know if you spent more time with her,” Ned suggested. “Look, I’m not asking you to become her best friend, but she’s been a part of our friend group since last semester and you’re giving her the cold shoulder.”
“It’s probably for a good reason.”
“No, you’re just being a dumb teenager, Peter.”
“So you don’t believe me?”
Ned shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know what to believe. I’ve never doubted you and I’m not doubting you now, but you’re not giving Y/N the benefit of the doubt, and you’re making assumptions without even getting to know her. Even MJ likes her.”
“Okay, I guess you made a point. And yeah, if MJ liked her right off the bat then I guess that counts for something.” Ned smiled and held up his hand for a high-five.
“There you go! I’m sure Spider-Man will figure something out, but Peter Parker needs to be a good friend. She seems so defeated whenever you’re around because she knows you don’t like her.”
“I don’t not like her. I’m just…cautious.”
“You being cautious has never worked well for anyone,” Ned said, rolling his eyes. “But then again, neither has being reckless. Just stick in the gray area, okay? You can operate there.”
“Jesus, you even sound like Mr. Stark,” Peter said, rolling his eyes with a laugh.
“Wanna grab some sandwiches from Delmar’s? I’m kind of starving right now.”
“You read my mind.”
***
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Blind Dates part 1 sneak peek
Sneak Peek Part 5/10 of Steve Rogers x Reader saga.
Part 1:https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/614617294578089984/his-best-girl
Part 2: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/614969499334197248/meet-the-music-teacher
Part 3: https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/616114724817584128/lunch-buddies
Part 4:https://iliketowrite1996.tumblr.com/post/616328582794493952/why-not
TRIGGER WARNINGS AND THEMES- Blind dates, mentions of loved ones dying, angst, mention of death of parent
‘’No, DeShawn. You are not going to see any robot butlers.’’
‘’But he is Tony Stark. He should have robot butlers!’’
Steve sighs and shakes his head good naturedly as he and the children wait for Pepper or Tony to come open the door.
It’s Saturday evening, around 5 o’clock, and Steve, Jasmine and DeShawn have arrived at Tony Stark’s place or dinner while Deshawn’s mother goes on her date.
‘’Well, now that you mention it, I do have the blueprints for one of those in my lab.’’
The trio turn to see none other than Tony himself behind them, carrying a bag of groceries, with Peter Parker trailing behind him.
‘’Y-you’re Tony Stark,’’ DeShawn gapes.
Steve and Jasmine exchange a look and a smirk, knowing that DeShawn is meeting one of his personal heroes.
‘’Tony, good to see you. This is DeShawn. He’s spending the day with us while his mom goes on her date,’’ Steve explains as Tony shifts the bag to shake DeShawn’s hand.
‘’It’s nice to meet you, DeShawn. This is my intern, Peter Parker,’’ Tony introduces the teenage boy, who waves.
‘’Nice to meet you, DeShawn. Mr. Rogers, Jazzy, always good to see you. Jasmine, you’re wearing the new sweater you told me about.’’
‘’Mhm!,’’ Jasmine beams, examining the red and blue knit sweater beneath ehr open jacket.
‘’Awesome, we almost match,’’ Peter points to his red and blue sweatshirt.
‘’Oh,’’ DeShawn narrows his eyes a bit, ‘’So you’re Peter.’’
‘’Yes, Peter is my tutor,’’ Jasmine looks at DeShawn pointedly, silently reminding him about his agreement not to spoil the fact that she has a crush on Peter.
As if Peter doesn’t already know.
‘’I hope you don’t mind the extra house guest,’’ Steve speaks up as Tony moves past them to get to his door, unlocking it.
‘’Not at all. Pepper’s on her way. And we’ll get dinner started then. I just had to run to the store, and Peter tagged along. Besides, my goddaughter will be joining us,’’ Tony insists as they enter the house.
‘’Ah, so this was your plan to set me up.’’
‘’Can’t set you up if it’s just a friendly dinner gathering,’’ Tony shrugs, the others following him to the kitchen, ‘’Jazzy and DeShawn, would you mind setting the table? Peter, can you go get the sodas out of the garage?’’
‘’Sure thing, Mr. Stark,’’ Peter shrugs, taking the key to unlock the garage.
‘’Okay, Uncle Tony. Come on, DeShawn, I’ll show you where the silverware and plates are.’’
When Tony and Steve are left alone, Steve turns to Tony.
‘’You could have confirmed that she’ll be here tonight.’’
‘’I told you she was. You're just getting nervous. Suck it up, buttercup.’’
‘’Now you know who you sound like,’’ Steve chuckles,fondly removing Petra’s catch phrase.
‘’I know,’’ Tony grins gently, ‘’Listen. Are you really okay with me setting you up? Because if not, we can always-’’
‘’No, no. I’m fine. I... I’m ready to try again. My date Thursday was awful, but that doesn’t mean that this should be, too. Jazzy understands. I actually think she’s more for me dating than I even am. But she’s a prime factor in this, you know?’’
‘’I understand. Listen, Sharon is great with kids. I really think you’ll like her.’’
‘’I don’t make promises, but I’ll try. For Jazzy’s sake at least.’’
And Steve Rogers is a man of his word.
‘’Good. Now, let’s say we get dinner started so we actually don’t have to wait an hour after they get here to eat.’’
‘’That should be Pepper and Sharon now. She picked her up from work today,’’ Tony speaks as he places the last of the dinner on the table.
It’s quite a spread- spaghetti and meatballs (with vegetarian sauce for DeShawn), garlic bread, salad. Wine for the adults, soda for the kids, water for everybody.
‘’Can I get the door, Uncle Tony,’’ Jasmine questions, springing to the front door when he nods.
From where they are, Steve can hear her scream, ‘’Hi, Auntie Pepper!.’’
‘’Hey, honey! Where’s everybody at?’’
‘’In the dining room. DeShawn is here. It’s gonna freak him out seeing you outside of school, ‘’ Jasmine says, causing Steve, Tony and Peter to laugh as DeShawn face palms.
‘’Every day,’’ he sighs, shaking his head, reminding Steve of Bucky’s reactions to him when they were kids.
Speaking of which, Jasmine’s been begging to see her uncle and aunt. He really should set up a day.
‘’Hello, everyone,’’ Pepper enters, ‘’Sharon’s taking off her shoes.’’
‘’Tell her she doesn’t have to do that,’’ Tony rolls his eyes, ‘’Nobody else does.’’
‘’Now, Tony. You know Aunt Peggy literally taught both of us better than that.’’
Steve looks away from where DeShawn and Jasmine are thumb wrestling over who gets to have the biggest slice of cake to see a very familiar face.
‘’Hey you live across the hall from us,’’ he grins, glad to the woman who helped get into his apartment while he carried his sleeping daughter.
‘’You two know each other’’ Tony states.
‘’We do. Well, we met very briefly. He lives across the hall from me,’’ Sharon looks to Steve, ‘’It’s nice to meet you.’’
‘’Well, ten, introduce yourselves,’’ Tony gently nudges Steve towards the woman, who sticks out her hand as the other guests take their seats.
‘’I’m Sharon Carter.’’
‘’Steve Rogers,’’ Steve nods towards his daughter, ‘’That’s Jasmine Allen-Rogers, my daughter. And her best friend DeShawn.’’
‘’Hello. Peter, always a pleasure to see you,’’ Sharon sits across from Steve and Jasmine.
After hands are washed , prayers are said and drinks are poured, dinner conversation flows freely. Jasmine talks to Peter and DeShawn, Tony and Pepper converse amongst themselves, so Sharon and Steve are left speaking to each other.
‘’So, what do you do exactly,’’ Steve questions, handing her the bread basket.
‘’I’m a nurse,’’ Sharon informs him before thanking him, ‘’For the last seven years, eight in December. Tony tells me you’re a teacher.’’
‘’Yes, for over ten years now,’’ Steve speaks up, beginning to twirl some pasta on his fork, ‘’I started there about a year before Jazzy was born.’’
‘’And it is so nice to meet the infamous Jazzy,’’ Sharon grins brightly at the ten-year-old, ‘’Tony talks about you a lot.’’
‘’Uncle Tony says I’m his favorite ten-year-old,’’ Jasmine smiles.
‘’Tony says that you are very, very smart,’’ Sharon supplies, causing Steve to beam with pride as Jasmine thanks both Tony and Sharon.
‘’So you had to work today,’’ Steve questions, ‘’I mean, you obviously did. I guess I’m asking how work went.’’
‘’Well, I work as a nurse, so… there’s never a boring day. I imagine that I can say the same for you as a teacher?’’
‘’You could,’’ Steve agrees wholeheartedly, ‘’There never is a dull moment. What made you decide to become a nurse?’’
Dinner continues with pleasant conversation and laughter. As dessert is being cut by Pepper, Sharon and Steve clear the table.
‘’Your daughter is beautiful. So smart and funny, too,’’ Sharon tells Steve as they place the dinner dishes in Tony’s sink.
‘’Thank you so much, I appreciate it.’’
‘’Is DeShawn your son?’’
‘’’Oh, no, but his mother is a good friend of mine. I’m watching DeShawn while his mother is out for the evening,’’ Steve runs hot water to make dish water, ‘’Normally Jazzy would still be with her aunt- she spends the night over there on Friday’s and comes back on Saturday. But I have her today because, well, she wasn’t going to miss a chance to see Peter. And she just really wanted to spend time with me.’’
‘’You seem like a good dad,’’ Sharon nods understandingly, ‘’It’s clear that you two adore each other.’’
‘’She’s the apple of my eye,’’ Steve runs a hand over his head, ‘’And... you now , being her only parent…’’
‘’Tony told me about your wife. If you ever need to talk, we can,’’ Sharon gently touches Steve’s hand, ‘’Listen, I know what Tony is trying to do. I don't want you to feel pressured. I know that you think about Jasmine first.’’
Sharon is the first woman that has encouraged putting Jasmine first, and encourages him to do so. She’s smart, she’s kind, she’s beautiful.
And maybe that’s why Steve finds himself driving DeShawn and Jasmine back to his apartment with a smile on his face, excited for his date with Ms. Sharon Carter next Friday.
The next week comes, and everything goes normally. Steve makes sure that Jasmine practices for the fall concert next week, and Peter comes to tutor her on Monday and Wednesday. She gets a D on her next math test, and it's a small improvement, but Steve knows she’ll do better.
He continues to spend time with you, balancing a friendly work relationship while also trying to choke back his ever-growing attraction to you.
Friday, Steve finds himself closing the door to his car that he oh so rarely uses, going around to the other side so that he can drive to the restatuent.
‘’You look beautiful,’’ Steve tells her, glancing sideways at the long sleeved, black dress that Sharon’s waiting for in the evening.
‘’Thank you. You look very handsome,’’ Sharon chuckles, ‘’Stop being so generous, Steve.’’
‘’I just haven’t been on a date in a while that hasn’t had me regretting agreeing within the first fifteen minutes..’’
‘’Well, it’s only been about 9 and a half ,itunes, so let’s just see where this night takes us.’’
Steve laughs- genuinely laughs- at this, and, for the first time, he’s not so worried about what will happen next.
The two arrive at the restaurant, and it’s nice. Steve got the recommendation for Tony, who is friends with the chef. Now that they’re sitting at the table, Steve is lookingat the prices…
And he’s ever so grateful for the $20 that he knows Tony tried to surreptitiously slip into his wallet last weekend.
‘’So, how was your week,’’ Sharon ask later after they’ve ordered and their water is being delivered, ‘’Thank you.’’
‘’Thank you. Uh, it went well. I mean, Jasmine’s not allowed to go to glee practice until she brings her grades up. And that’s harsh, I guess, but grades are more important and it will motivate her, I hope.’’
‘’She might not appreciate it now, but she will one day. My parents were hard on me,and look how well I turn out,’’ Sharon exaggeratedly flips her hair.
‘’You are pretty great,’’ Steve takes her hand, squeezing gently, ‘’I am so glad that you agreed to go out with me this evening.’’
‘’How could I say ‘no’ to those eyes,’’ Sharon smirks, watching Steve’s face turn pink.
‘’Don’t do that.’’
‘’Why? It’s cute,’’ Sharon shrugs, and teve laughs nervously.
‘’Sorry. I’m trying here,’’Steve fixes huis collar, ‘’I haven’t really liked someone this much in a while.’’
Well, okay, that’s a lie. But, as you made it clear in your conversation this week, you're busy.
And why chase after something with you that doesn’t exist?
‘’And you’re doing well. Just relax, Steve. It’s fine,’’ Sharon gently takes his hand once more, rubbing her thumb along the back of it.
Steve does this, too…
Even if only for a minute, Steve relaxes and allows himself to enjoy his date.
But it’s the first time that he’s done that in over ten years.
And maybe it’s just what he needs.
‘’I had a great time tonight, Steve,’’ Sharon remarks as she leans against her doorway.
‘’I did, too. Would you… Do you want to maybe go out next Friday?’’
‘’I would, but my friend asked me to go with him to the Fireman’s Ball. Saturday?’’
‘’Jazzy’s recital is then and I promised I’d take her out to eat afterwards. Sunday?’’
‘’I work a double shift. Listen… I usually go to my aunt Peggy’s for Sunday dinner but she’s visiting her grandkids. How about you and Jasmine come over for dinner?’’
‘’I think he’d like that. Sounds like a plan. Well, good night,’’ Steve offers a hand for her to shake.
‘’Good night, Steve,’’ sharon smiles a bit disappointedly, half expecting a goodnight kiss.
‘’Sharon, is it alright if I kiss you?’’
So Steve leans in, Sharon’s eyes close, and…
He kisses her on the cheek.
And he doesn't know why, because He had every intention of kissing her on the lips. But he didn’t.
‘’I’m sorry, I-’’
‘’Don’t apologize, Steve. We can… if you decide that you’re interested, let’s take it slow. But for now, we can be just friends.’’
‘’Just friends. Thank you. Oh, uh, a better get into my apartment. Jazzy’s plans for the weekend fell through so I had to find a babysitter. I’ll see you on Sunday for dinner.’’
‘’See you Sunday, Steve. Good night.’’
‘’Good night.’’
And, after calling to check on Jasmine, changing into pajamas, grading some art, brushing his teeth and heading to bed…
Steve decides that it is.
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Sixth Times the Charm (Peter Parker x fem!Reader)
Words: 967 (i know it’s short)
Warnings: some angst
Requested: maybe it was i don’t remember lol
Summary (sorta): You've always struggled with math and your tutor, none other than Peter Parker, tries to help, before you both being caught up in your head. Warning: anxiety attack included
A/N: okay so I actually posted this a while ago but it seems to have disappeared so here it is again! my first shitty peter parker fanfiction
MASTERLIST
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"Okay, I give up. I cannot do this."
You groan loudly in frustration after attempting to do the same math problem for the fourth time. Peter gently puts his hand on your arm, sending a slightly but unnoticeable shiver down your spine.
"Just try again, Y/N. Sixth times the charm?" Peter replies with that stupidly cute smile of his.
"This just doesn't make any sense. It's no surprise though, I've been terrible at math my whole life."
"Hey, don't talk like that. You're not bad at it, you just need some help, that's all! I mean, I'm not that great at English!" Peter retorts back.
You raise your eyebrow. "Peter, you have a 97 in English."
He blushes. "Yeah but it's my lowest grade!"
"Not helping."
"Sorry, I'll shut up. Let's try again, okay?"
"UGH, fine."
Peter begins to explain how the problem works again, not making any more sense, but you give It another go.
Since you were both in seventh grade, Peter gad been tutoring you in math and science but mostly math. It never made sense to you and you've always been envious of Peter for being a natural genius in every subject, which you remind him of.
"Oh C'mon, you're smart! You're incredible in English and history!" says Peter, attempting to cheer you up.
"My grades are average compared to you, genius boy."
"I am not a genius!"
"Easy for you to say, Mr. straight A's!"
"I got a B in Calculus last semester!" He becomes incredibly fidgety and awkward, making you giggle.
"I'm just messing with you Peter," as you doubled over in laughter, "not but for real, I don't understand this stuff! It's so stupid and confusing.'
"You'll get it eventually. I know you will." He gave you that genuine cute smile you've always adored.
You attempted for the sixth time and show him the problem, with him frowning again, knowing that means it's wrong again. He tries to cheer you up and help you but it's no use.
You whisper underneath your breath very quietly, "I just can't do anything right, can I?"
Immediately after you whisper those words that you thought nobody would hear, Peter turns your homework paper over and writes something down faster than should be humanly possible.
"You do everything right. You're perfect."
You whip your head towards Peter, who continues to do his homework as though nothing had just happened. You slowly drag the paper towards yourself, surely blushing like a cherry, and begin to do the math problem. After a minute, you finish and get a different answer again. You start over thinking what Peter wrote down, mostly about the fact that you've had this insanely long crush on him since 8th grade.
You huff loudly, trying to distract yourself from your own head. "If this answer isn't right, I'm gonna cry."
"Well, let's hope it's right," Peter says with a smirk and you playfully slap him on the arm.
He begins to go over the problem you did and you stop him, to make this more interesting. You have a sudden confidence boost after reading what Peter wrote about you, thinking that he might even have feelings for you. Maybe…
"Wait. I have an idea."
You finally felt confident in your answer and kind crazy for doing this but it felt as if this was an all of nothing moment.
"It's kinda crazy and you may not want to do either because you'll be embarrassed or grossed out because I'm gross I know- "
"Y/N, you're not gross, you're- "
You put your pointer finger on his lips to shut him up. "I'm not finished, you dork. I- "
And in then, you felt something change.
In your head, within a split second, you doubted your plan. Your hands got shaky. You began to sweat. Your head felt like it was spinning and even though you hadn't eaten much today, it suddenly felt like it would all come up. All those thoughts over the years of you telling yourself that Peter doesn't like you all came back at once crashing down and your confidence dropped through the floor. You began to have an anxiety attack.
"Peter would never like you."
"You're just a friend anyways."
"All he ever does is talk about Liz anyway."
"There is no way in hell that he would ever like a girl like y- "
"JUST GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
You didn't realize you had screamed that out loud until you felt yourself being enveloped in a warm embraced and the feeling of wet tears fall on someone's shoulder. Peter had shot directly out of his chair as soon as you started crying and held you up but gently. You heard him whispering if you were okay and taking your lack of response as a no. You had been so confident and all of it dropped once you let your head get to you again over a stupid boy. And that stupid boy was the one shushing you while you were crying quietly into his shoulder, him being more confused than ever but here for you in every way.
He began to pull away when you brought your arms away from your chest and wrapped them around his torso, to which he gladly embraced again. You both stay together until he whispers, "Hey, Y/N."
You pull away to see his incredibly worried face.
"Hey, um I'm sorry about that. I just get flustered."
"I know, it's alright." Peter gives you the sweetest gentle kiss to the top of your head and you put you head back on his shoulder, still sniffling and now blushing but smiling.
A couple minutes later he pulls away, much to your dismay and whispers in your ear;
"Sixth times the charm."
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Popular (Peter Parker x reader)
summary: you’re popular, peter’s not. you fall in love anyway.
warnings: none
words: 2,000
pairings: peter parker x reader
a/n: hey hi hello here’s some fluffy angst, plz enjoy
There were only five minutes left until lunch, but it might as well have been five years. The hands on the clock were creeping slower by the second. All you wanted to do was get out of there.
The teacher had given up trying to get anything done, and all of your friends were chatting around you about homecoming and boys and their weekend plans, but you barely heard them. Besides, after a while the conversations all sounded the same anyway.
“Who are you going to homecoming with, Y/N?” your best friend Jenna asked, a slight sneer on her face. You were one of the only girls in your friend group who didn’t have a date yet.
“Don’t know,” you said absently.
“It’s a week from tomorrow. How do you still not know?”
You shrugged. “I’ll figure it out.” The bell rang, saving you from further interrogation. You sprang out of your seat. “See you guys later.”
“How many more tutoring sessions does she have left?” you heard Jenna complain on your way out. “Lunch is getting so boring.”
You smiled to yourself. You’d told your friends you were being tutored during lunch because you were failing chemistry, but little did they know what you were really doing.
You went to the library, hurrying to the back of the room where the supply closet was hidden behind rows and rows of books. You knocked twice, waiting until it opened.
Peter Parker stuck his head out, grinning once he saw it was you. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” you answered. “You gonna let me in or what?”
He stood back, allowing you to come inside the closet. He’d just barely closed the door and turned around when you were crowding him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Oof,” he said, instinctively grabbing your waist. “What’s up?”
“Nothin’,” you said. “Just missed you.” You said it partially because it was true, but also because you loved the goofy grin Peter got on his face whenever you said things like that.
“Missed you too,” he said quietly, leaning forward and nudging his nose against yours. You closed your eyes as he kissed you and everything else disappeared.
* * *
At first, you really had been failing chem. You were more interested in going to the mall with your friends than studying and your grades reflected that. In a last-ditch effort, your teacher paired you with a tutor, another student your age who had never gotten anything lower than an A: Peter Parker.
Things started out pretty rocky. Peter was at the bottom of the high school food chain while you were comfortably on top. You had absolutely nothing in common. He thought you were stuck-up and snobby and you thought he was a total loser.
But over time, your grades got better and your friendship with him blossomed until the tutoring sessions weren’t even necessary anymore, you just liked spending time with him. One day, while sitting at your favorite table tucked away from prying eyes, he kissed you. You could’ve sworn you heard birds singing. With him you could let your guard down and be yourself, something you couldn’t do with your friends.
Speaking of your friends, they’d never let you hear the end of it if word got out that you were dating Peter Parker. So it had to stay a secret, and these few minutes in the library’s supply closet were all you had.
You knew that Peter would’ve liked to kiss you hello and good-bye and hang out by your locker, but it just wasn’t possible. You had a reputation. What would everyone think of you?
So outside of that tiny room, the two of you didn’t speak. You didn’t even look at each other. And since Peter never said anything about it, you assumed he was fine with that too.
* * *
“You going to homecoming?” Peter asked. Lunch was twenty minutes long, so the two of you spent half of that time making out and the other half actually eating. You didn’t even mind sitting on the dirty floor to do it, not when his knees were touching yours.
You looked up from your sandwich. “Yeah, probably. Why?”
“Who are you going with?”
“No one at the moment. Why?” you repeated. You felt nervous all of a sudden, like you knew what he was going to ask before he actually did.
“Well, uh, do you wanna go with . . . with me?” He looked so hopeful, eyes bright and lips still swollen and pink, and it made you feel even worse.
“Peter . . .” you said softly. “We can’t.”
His face fell. “Why not?”
“You know why not.”
“Oh, right,” he said, and suddenly his voice had an edge to it now. “The same reason why I can’t hold your hand or tell my friends about you or even say hi to you.”
“Look, you know how my friends are!” you said, a little pleadingly. “If they found out about us they’d make our lives miserable.”
“They already make my life miserable as it is,” Peter said bitterly. “Come on, Y/N. Just say you’re embarrassed of me.”
“I’m not embarrassed of you!” you said, your voice rising. “It’s not like that at all!”
“Then what is it like? Tell me, what is it like?” He leaned forward, staring at you intently. You stared back and didn’t say anything, too angry and ashamed to even try.
“The only time I get to see you is in this stupid supply closet! Your friends still think you’re just being tutored! You won’t even look at me outside of here,” he said, his voice getting soft at the end. “Do you know how much that hurts? To know that the person I love doesn’t even want to be seen with me?”
The word love vaguely registered in the back of your brain, but you were too preoccupied to focus on that now. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.
“This is who I am, okay? I—I’m smart and I like books and video games and old sci-fi movies. I thought if anybody could see past that, it’d be you. I thought you’d be different,” Peter said.
It was like he’d slapped you. “I do see past it,” you said, but you knew your words were meaningless. You’d said enough already through your actions.
He shook his head. “All you and your friends care about is being popular. Nothing and no one else matters.”
“That’s not true! I’m not like them, you know I’m not!”
“You are, though,” he said flatly. “You’ve just been using me this whole time, and that makes you just as bad as them.” He got to his feet, picking up his backpack. “I gotta go.”
“Peter no, come on, please don’t go,” you begged, feeling tears well up in your eyes.
“I don’t want to hear what you have to say!” he snapped, wrenching open the door. “I’m done. I was an idiot for ever getting involved with you in the first place, but whatever. I’m done.”
And then he was gone, and you were alone.
* * *
You rejoined your friends at lunch again the next day, telling them your tutoring sessions had ended. “Thank God,” Jenna said. “Who was it again? That loser Peter Parker? I’d rather stick pins in my eyes then spend my lunch period with him every day.”
You desperately wanted to yell he’s not a loser, he’s funny and sweet and gentle in her face, but merely nodded, forcing a smile. Across the room, you could see Peter sitting with some of his friends. He didn’t look in your direction once.
As the days went by, you missed him more than ever. You missed sitting side-by-side in the supply closet, sharing your lunches. You missed talking on the phone late at night. You missed his smile and his infectious laugh and his soft eyes.
The worst part was that you couldn’t even talk about it with any of your friends. They didn’t know and they wouldn’t understand anyway. The only person who ever remotely understood you was . . . well, Peter.
And the more you thought about it, the more you realized how right he’d been. You were a fraud and a coward. You’d put your reputation ahead of someone you truly cared about, and now it was up to you to make it right. But how?
One night while scrolling through Instagram, you saw Jenna had posted a picture of the homecoming proposal she’d gotten from one of the football players. He’d gotten some cupcakes and spelled out HOMECOMING? in frosting on each one.
And suddenly, you had an idea.
You spent the entire night working on it, and by the next morning you were exhausted, your nervousness only amplified by the gallon of coffee you’d consumed to try and stay awake.
Jenna and your other friends were already waiting by your locker when you got to school. She furrowed her eyebrows as she read the giant colorful poster in your hands.
“‘Are you made of Copper and Tellurium? Because you’re . . . cute. Homecoming?’ I don’t get it.”
“It’s a chemistry joke,” you said flatly.
“Oh my God, does this mean you’re actually asking someone to homecoming?” she asked excitedly. You nodded. “Wow, a public proposal. Very ballsy. Who’s it for?”
No sooner had she asked when the boy in question appeared around the corner like you knew he would. “Him,” you said, nodding. You held the sign up a little higher, catching his attention. His eyes widened as he got closer.
Jenna followed your gaze, and as soon as she saw Peter she let out a loud, nasty laugh. “Oh my God. No way. You’re not seriously asking Peter Parker to homecoming, are you?” Her voice echoed throughout the hallway, causing everyone to stop and look.
Your other friends began to join in. “Come on, Y/N, he’s like the biggest loser in the school,” Jenna said. “Wait, is this like a pity ask? Is he like a charity case or something?”
Peter had stopped walking and was now standing in the middle of the hallway, clutching his backpack straps so tight his knuckles were turning white. The expression on his face was like a swift punch to the gut: you’d never seen him look so small and scared and embarrassed.
It filled your entire body with a rage unlike you’d ever known. You realized that these were the people you called your friends, people who belittled others and tormented them for fun. And you hated them.
You didn’t even hesitate with your next words. “No, it’s not a pity date,” you said forcefully, making them all stop laughing. “I’m asking him because I want to go with him, and I hope he wants to go with me.”
“But . . . why?”
You turned to look at Peter, making sure your eyes were on him the entire time. “Because he’s my boyfriend,” you said. “And I love him.”
Murmurs went up through the small crowd that had gathered, making you roll your eyes. Seriously, did people have nothing better to do with their lives?
But you ignored them, seeing only the slow smile that was spreading across Peter’s face. You started to walk forward. Peter did the same, and the two of you met in the middle.
“Hey,” you said quietly.
“Hey,” he answered. “You didn’t have to do this, you know.”
But you nodded. “Yeah, I did. I was an idiot. I wanted to show you that I’m not embarrassed of you. You’re like the best person I know and you mean a lot to me and I’m sor—”
Before you could finish saying the word sorry, Peter was kissing you. You could hear your (now ex) friends groaning in disgust, but other people had started to whoop and clap. None of it really mattered anyway, though. The only thing you cared about was right there in front of you.
When you finally broke apart, Peter was sporting a dopey grin on his face that you were sure mirrored yours.
You shook your sign a little. “So, what do you say? Wanna go to homecoming with me?”
He laughed and nodded. “Yeah. I would love to.” And then you kissed him again in front of everyone, just because you could.
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Baby Steps 2.
Warning: S M U T (will be between *** so you can skip if you’d like)
NOTE - So sorry it took me forever to post this!
part 1.
(I’m working on making a masterlist)
To say you were scared was an understatement, but you also had to admit to being a coward. You spent the whole week avoiding Peter and using the end of the semester as an excuse. You could see he was starting to worry, but not even that was getting to you. This last week you bought three types of pregnancy tests and had the courage to try none. You’d spend hours in the bathroom just looking at them and every time you did, you wanted to cry.
It never crossed your mind of an actual baby coming into the picture and you’d bet neither did Peter. Your relationship wasn’t that old. Three years was not that much, or maybe for some people it was, but not for you. Plus, it was a crazy time with Peter being now an Avenger and you studying to - maybe, hopefully - become a teacher. It wasn’t as glamorous as being an avenger that’s for sure, but it had been your dream for a long time.
You’ve always felt very judged by what you wanted to do with your life, because from the school you came from everyone wanted something big and what you actually wanted was, a lot of times, frowned upon. All they thought about was ‘how can you waste all of your talent?! You’re a genius, so you should do genius things.’ Not true.
Few people ever got you and Peter was always one of them. And he was the one person you didn’t want to lose. Ever. It felt so bad trying to hide something from him while you didn’t even know for sure what it was. It could be nothing. You hoped it was nothing. You couldn’t derail Peter’s life like this, you didn’t want to change your life’s plan like this. For the near future you wanted to graduate, find a job, travel... anything but a baby.
You handed in your last paper to your professor and now you were free to go. Vacation time, or so it could have been. Peter and you weren’t really speaking and the thing is it was all your fault for pushing him away every chance you had this last week.
Walking out of college your phone rang. It was Tony.
“Hey.” You answered distracted trying to find the keys to your car.
“Hey, kid. So I was wondering when are you coming home?”
“I’m getting in the car now. Why?”
“I’m ordering food and wanted to know if you’d join us.” You noticed he sounded weird. Like he wasn’t sure of what he was saying and that was very off character for Tony.
“Who’s us?” you knew most of the Avengers were away doing god knows what, so that didn’t leave many options.
“I think it’s gonna be just me, you and Pete tonight. Pepper just left for Milan.” he said and actually sounded kind of mellow talking about Pepper.
You held tighter to the steering wheel as you sat inside the car. You had been so distant to, not only Peter, but everyone else. You didn’t even know Pepper was leaving. The guilt was slowly taking over you and you had to swallow the lump that was forming.
“Yeah, whatever you boys want to eat. I’ll be home in a few minutes.”
~
Tony looked over to where Peter was messing with some files on the new upgrades to the Spider-Man suit. He didn’t know what was happening with both of you, but it was starting to worry him. Peter looked sad and tired, you were distant and maybe afraid. He was very observant, but specially with you and Peter.
“Y/N is coming home now. I’m going to order something so we can eat together, sounds good?” He said sitting down next to Peter.
Peter tensed at the mention of your name. He wanted to help you with whatever was going on, but he didn’t really know how. Every time he tried getting close to you, you’d push him away saying you were too occupied or tired. There was always a reason for you to push him away, so after a few frustrated tries he just gave up and spent his time training or at the labs with Tony and Bruce. That way he hoped things wouldn’t get worse.
“You know, avoiding the situation is not going to help. If you want to work things out you have to talk to her eventually.” Tony said throwing a dirty hand towel at Peters head.
“But I don’t even know what we have to work at. She’s the one pushing me away and I don’t even know why.”
Tony let out a little laugh at how nervous Peter looked. “Kid, calm down. It’s likely she was stressed with her semester. Try talking to her tonight, but don’t over do it. Be chill.”
Peter just stared back straight faced.
“Pepper is a saint.”
“I can assure you she isn’t.” Tony said with a smirk that made Peter turn around not able to face his mentor. “Just handle it slowly, alright?”
Peter just nodded and gathered his things heading out of the lab.
~
You walked into your shared room with Peter and saw some of his work left unattended at the desk. Going through it you remembered his smart he is and how you were always so proud of him. It filled your heart with a warmth you desperately needed. Even if you were completely afraid of what the future had for you, you knew there would be no better father than Peter Parker.
You put your phone to charge and sat down on your bed waiting for Peter to leave the shower. You smiled, cause sometimes you were able to hear a soft melody coming from the bathroom and you knew he was singing something quietly to himself.
Looking around you saw how perfectly balanced your shared room was. It had bits and pieces of the both of you. From the decoration all the way to the mess. It was just like what you pictured what you wanted when you visualized home. It always had Peter.
The sound of the door opening made you pay attention to a very naked Peter. He was drying his hair with his towel when he noticed you in the room. He smiled shyly. It took a long time for the both of you to feel comfortable with situations like this. It was a lot exposed outside a sexual situation, but now it was almost natural.
“Hey. How was your day?” He asked as he got dressed.
“It was okay. I handed the last paper today so just two more days ‘til all my grades are up. I also volunteered to tutor some kids during summer vacation for the high school for extra credit.” You smiled at him. This was probably the longest you’ve talked to him all week and he noticed. His smile was big and bright.
“That’s awesome. You’ll do great, they’ll love you.” He said as he bent down to kiss you.
You both sat down to play some video games while you waited for the food to arrive. He didn’t beat you by two kills and he vowed to get a rematch before Sam came back from wherever he went. He couldn’t lose his high score like that.
You teased him and something made you feel like things may be okay after all.
During dinner Tony would try to arrange a small get together once the team was all back. He wanted to take the team to that same house Peter took you on the Hamptons.
“That would be great. I miss that house.” You said while you were eating out of the Chinese take out box.
Something in the food was a little off, but you didn’t mind. It tasted weird, but it could be that you weren’t as hungry as you had thought.
Tony soon left to deal with some business things leaving you and Peter alone to clean up. While you did the dishes he cleaned everything else.
“Hey, wanna play some pool?” He asked wrapping his arms around you and pushing just lightly his hips into your ass.
You looked back as you were drying the counters.
“I know this game.” You said.
“Pool? Yeah, I know.”
“Yeah... pool.” You said matching his mischevious smile.
You both made your way to the games room and got ready.
He was amazing at the game and you knew you’d always lose. He had his senses and he just couldn’t shut them down so he was clearly better than you.
Since you would always lose you used your own tactics. You’d bend down almost laying down on the table and put your ass up in the air. You’d pull at your shirt so your boobs were jumping out at him.
He got the message and wanted to finish this game fast. So when it was your last turn he came up behind you.
“You look a little tense, babe.” He said as he wrapped his hands around you. His other hand came to your pool ace and he put his hand on top of yours making a small obscene gesture. You laughed under your breath.
“I suppose you could make me a little less tense.” You said hitting your ball and missing. He smiled and you turned around practiacally jumping him and he caught you with ease.
His hands on your ass layed you down on the pool table.
“This is dangerous. You know there are cameras all over this place. We should go to our room.” He said kissing your neck.
You pulled his shirt up and he took it off without a problem.
“I think this is fun.”
“We’d traumatize FRIDAY.” He smiled softly.
“I think Tony did that for us a long time ago.” You laughed at his face. He hated talking about Tony like this.
“You’re crazy.” He kissed you hard. “FRIDAY, is the coast clear all the way to my room?”
A second later “All clear, Mr. Parker.”
He held you up by your ass and you wrapped your legs on him making sure to move a little creating your own pressure.
***
Arriving to your room was easy and Peter didn’t even lose his breath carrying you two floors up. He slammed the door so hard that had it not been reinforced it would be laying on the ground now.
You laughed at his face like maybe someone would come out to the room to check on them. And maybe that would have happened, but Tony would never come down to their room because of a slammed door.
You pushed Peter to the bed and took two steps back to take off your shirt revealing to him your black bra. You were taking your hands to your jeans when you felt Peter behind you. His hands held you, one lightly on your neck to keep you in place and the other took one of your bra straps and pulled it down. Your nipple already hard as he started playin with it. His mouth to your neck marking you.
You moaned as his hand worked you over your jeans harder. He held you with more pressure and you felt how wet you were becoming. Your smell took over the room and he was loving it.
He took you to the bed and layed you down. Going down your body he licked both nipples and worked on getting your jeans and underwear off. Now you were naked in front of him and he still wore his pants.
You pointed at his pants with a demending smile. “Off. Now.”
And he obliged as he was now naked in front of you for the second time. He kissed you and you had your hands on his hard member and his hands were on your back and nipples.
“I want you to fuck me.” You said out of breath.
He smiled and he layed you down and he kissed your neck, nipples as he sucked and flicked his tongue rapidly around them making you push your chest up to his face and pulling his hair. He reached your soaking core and he pushed your knees apart and set each of them on his shoulders and he dived. He licked and sucked and eventually his tongue worked only at your clit as he introduced two fingers inside of you.
You half moaned half screamed at how good and fast it was. He wasn’t leaving you time to process once he picked up speed and curled his fingers to reach your G spot it was like an out of body experience. Everything ended up being too much. You felt your toes curl and your tights wanting to close to keep Peter where he was, so that he would never stop. Your hands grabbed the sheets and pulled with great force.
“Let go, babe.” He said as you choked in your breath and reached you high.
He still had his tongue and fingers in you while you rode out the orgasm. You tried catching your breath as Peter looked at you. He smiled and brought his hand up to his face. It was shining with how wet it was and he put his two middle fingers in his mouth moaning at the taste.
“I’ll never get over how much I love this.” He said in a low voice.
He layed down next to you kissing your body lightly. You were very sensitive to touch and he knew to bring you back slowly. It started with small kisses and grew slowly to him on top of you sucking your nipples ‘till you were hot again.
You sat up and pulled him to a kiss while your hands pumped his hard member. He groaned and you layed him down and kissed all the way down to the top of him. You licked from base to head and took him in to the back of your throat. You hollowed out your mouth to increase preassure and he grabbed your hair. You used one of your hands to pump him base while your head when up and down.
Looking up you could see he had his mouth open and his eyes fixed on you. His hand would sometimes push your head a little further down, but not enough to make you gag. You cupped his balls and that almost felt like too much.
He pulled you up and kissed you roughly. There was love, but also an intense urgency to feel everything. To take and to give. This was what your sex had become, a mix of fucking and love.
He layed you down still kissing you.
“I want to be in you. You and your mouth were making that very hard.” He said while he put on a condom. You didn’t know if it was necessary, but it could do no harm just to be sure.
He positioned himself and while kissing you he pushed himself into you. His pace started slow and soon began to pick up. Your chest and his would brush with each thurst and your nipples would only get harder.
You would gasp each time he would thrust with a little more force. He held your throat choking you just a little. He knew you liked it a little tougher at times.
“(Y/n).” He moaned your name loudly as he rode you faster.
You felt the warmth build up inside of you so you pushed him a little and he understood. Peter lifted you and turned you so you were on all four. He pushed your legs apart and positioned himself once again.
He kissed your back and pushed himself in. Your hands held onto the backboard of the bed. Peter used his web shooters to hold your hands in place. You looked back at him and he slapped your ass and you shrieked. He did it a few more times as he pushed in rough and fast.
You felt the warmth grow again and faster.
“Peter...” you moaned his name losing the strength to hold yourself up. Your tied hands held you in place, but Peter showed his thrusts to free you and you fell face first on the mattress. One of your hands reached your lest nipple and the other to your clit. You stimulated yourself until you felt you were just on the edge. Peter knew you were close due to how you moaned and hitched your breath.
“Harder.” You cried out loud as Peter slapped your ass and thrusted like never before.
You reached your high and Peter never loosened his grip or slowed his thrusts. He kept at it until he reached his high and you were too weak to hold yourself.
***
Both of you were laying down a mess in bed.
“I love you.” He said while he played with your hair.
You felt overwhelmed with love and adoration. It was something that meant the world to you. You hugged him tight and he hugged you back.
You stayed like this for a long time.
This was your happy place. Where you were most at peace. In your room, in his arms.
Peter soon after fell asleep.
You stood up with care as not to disturb him and went to the bathroom to clean yourself up.
Looking at yourself in the mirror you remembered what you had promised yourself you’d do. So you gathered the courage. You stuffed one of the tests in your robe pocket and made your way to the kitchen. You had to drink a lot of water now.
While you were there you kept thinking of how your night was going. It was blissful. Peter and you had gone somewhat back to what it was before you froze him out. It felt like you were whole again and just knowing that may all change in a few minutes made you sick to your stomach. How would you deal if it came back positive? How would you break the news to Peter? The team? Your parents?
You were starting to panic and if you stayed like this you’d chicken out again.
Making your way to the guest bathroom you locked yourself in. No going back now.
You peed and waited as the test sat face down.
Walking around the silent room made you feel a little on edge. This was not how you wanted things to go. You were not ready to be a mom and Peter was not ready to be a dad no matter how much you knew he’d make a great one. That was a thought for like, maybe, five years from now.
You were about to cry when you heard a knock at the door.
“(y/n) are you in there?” Peters voice came heavy with his sleep.
“Yeah. I’ll be out in just a minute.” you said trying to hide the fact that you were about to have a major breakdown.
He noticed of course and tried to push his way inside the room, but the door was locked.
“(y/n) let me in. What’s wrong?” He sounded worried.
“It’s nothing... Just give me a minute.” you couldn’t hold back and started to cry as he hit the door. This was going so wrong.
As you started to cry louder he hit the door harder and when the door finally gave in and opened you were sitting on the floor with the test behind you so he wouldn’t see it right away. He looked worried and confused.
“What’s wrong?” He asked again.
“I can’t do this.” you said crying louder than ever.
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Hello! This is my first real post on here! It’s just some random OTP questions I found a long time ago!
(Just some background info: Ava is one of my Marvel self-inserts! She’s dating Peter Parker and she can shapeshift!)
1. Who loves flower crowns more?
They both love them! But Peters’s come out a lil sloppy but Ava still loves them
2. Who is the one who likes to cuddle?
Oh they’re both BIG BOI cuddles
3. Who has awful taste in music?
Ava doesn’t have bad taste in music but doesn’t really know a lot of current/popular music
4. Who is the meme lover?
They’re bigger terrible terrible children
5. How did their second date go?
It was okay, they both have really busy schedules so they tried to have a picnic on a roof while patrolling, but halfway through a bank robbery started so they had to stop
6. How many children do they want/have?
Yeet none
7. Who hides the weapons?
Ava. Natasha lets her practice with some of her weapons and she hides them in her room from her dads
8. Who is the better dancer?
Peter!
9. Do/Did they have a theme wedding?
They didn’t but Peter did ask everyone to wear their super suits. Pepper had to stop Tony.
10. What do their parents think of them dating?
May and Ava’s dads are super chill with it! Tony was a litter weary tho
11. Are they a super sappy couple?
They can be, especially after a mission and one of them is hurt
12. How did they get together?
I’m gonna be honest I really need to develop this :(
13. Who asked the other to get married?
Peter proposed!
14. Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?
They both do! And they’re up even later when Ned and MJ sleepover
15. Who is the nerd?
They go to a nerd school (But they each claim it’s the other one)
16. Who knows the most obscure facts?
They each know obscure facts about different things! Peter has a lot of historical facts while Ava has a lot of pop culture facts
17. Who makes the other a flower crown?
Peter! He’s really trying to get better
18. Who likes to read?
Ava! Bitch loves reading
19. Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?
Ava bothers Peter all the time while he’s trying to read his textbooks
20. Who tutors the other?
They tutor each other on the stuff they each know really well. Peter helps Ava with chemistry and Ava helps Peter with robotics
21. Do they have similar taste in movies?
Yes! They try to watch a movie neither have seen before
22. How do their personalities complement each other?
They kinda really balance each other out. They think the world of the other one and encourage them no matter what
23. How do they tell everyone that they are going to be having a kid/adopting a child soon?
“Tony. Steve. We have something to tell you.”
“Oh god.”
“We’re expecting.” *they pull out the dog adoption papers*
24. Who has better fashion sense?
Ava but not by much but it’s better than Peter’s shitty math graphic t
25. Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?
When you’re both superheroes you get used to people punching your s/o but they make sure to beat that specific bad guy EXTRA hard
26. What songs do they sing together in the vehicle?
It depends what mood they’re in but mostly a late 90’s/early 2000’s playlist (Fury said they’re not allowed to play music over the Helicarrier speaker so thy share earbuds)
27. What other couples would your otp get along with?
Surprisingly they get along great with Nat and Clint! Clint is teaching Ava ASL!
28. Who likes to prank the other?
Ava scares easily so a simple “BOO!” can send her running, but Ava’s powers make it easier to scare Peter. Imagine coming home to a 30-foot python in your sink
29. Who is the one who loves to take pictures?
Peter LOVES taking photos of Ava (peep his job at the Daily Bugle) but Ava tries to dodge them. But when they went to Europe for school (FFH I’m looking at you) Peter had a FIELD DAY taking pictures of his friends and Ava was so awestruck by everything that she never noticed the camera
30. How would they react if they found out they were soul mates?
“Fuckin sweet, dude” then they’d fist bump
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All of Me
Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!Reader
Word Count: 1057
(A/N): To the anon that requested this, Im sorry this took so long omg, I’m really bad at requests. Im not sure if this is what you wanted, but I tried. I hope you still enjoy it :)
Summary: The reader ends up in the soul stone and Peter comforts her.
In the midst of everything going on, y/n didn't think it could get any worse until she started to feel herself slipping away. Looking at both of her parents with wide eyes, she tries reaching out to them unsuccessfully. The last thing being seen were tears coming out of her eyes as she disappeared into the air, her ashes remaining in the living room floor.
~In the soul world~
As she awakens, she’s back on her couch, everything seems to be the way it was before. Feeling herself up and down, and pinching her own arms, she starts to believe that everything was just a dream. She calls out to her parents - nothing.
Frantically looking around her apartment, she didn’t find anyone. The warmth that she used to feel when she’s home, vanished - cold, unsettling air replacing it.
She looks outside the window of her tiny apartment and noticed people randomly popping out of nowhere. Grabbing her phone that was sitting on her kitchen counter, she tries calling her parents - nothing.
In disbelief, y/n scrolls down through her contact list thinking of the person that could hold the answers that she needed. The one and only, Peter Parker. Peter and her weren’t close, hell, she never even knew he existed until she saw Spiderman sneaking into the apartment next to hers - which happens to just be Peter’s room. Since then, she’s had her suspicions with the curly headed boy.
Tapping her foot, she dials the boys’ number, anxiously waiting for an answer. Hoping that, in a slim chance, the boy was here and that he would pick up.
Peter looks down at his phone ringing, wondering who can be calling him now. As he sees the name, he couldn’t believe it, ‘this is just a dream’ he thinks to himself, ‘none of this is real.’ He couldn’t believe that the girl he has been admiring from afar is calling him. He continues to ponder about how the girl who just walked past him down the halls got his number in the first place. But the longer his phone rang, the more his curiosity got the best of him “y/n?” Peter questions.
y/n releases the breath she’s been holding. “P-peter, is this really you?”
Silence. Both of them wondering if the person they are speaking to was real or just a figment of their imaginations. “y/n? Ho-how did you get my number,” Peter eventually stutters out.
“I-I needed help with my physics homework so I asked Ned for it,” she blurted out quickly. There was a hint of lie in her truth though. Though she did ask Ned for Peter’s number, it wasn't because of needing help with her homework - the girl was doing fine in school, excelling actually. However, she took interest in the boy, and wanted to know more about him. She was going to use ‘needing a tutor’ as an excuse to get to know him better but she never got the chance to.
“What’s happening Peter, where am I?” she whispered. Scared that if she’d talk louder, something worse could happen. Feeling unsafe in her own home, she quietly asks the boy, “where are you?” as she brings her hand up to her mouth, suppressing her sobs. However, Peter heard it, loud and clear.
“y/n? Its okay, youre gonna be okay,” Peter reassures her. “Where are you right now?”
“I’m in my apartment, I-”
“Ok, I’m coming right now,” Peter says quickly, cutting her off as he hung up the phone.
After a few seconds, a knock can be heard through the door. y/n rushes to it, revealing the curly headed boy in front of her. His hair disheveled and his chest rising up and down quickly, out of breath from running. Looking at him, a flood of comfort rises to her veins as she quickly enveloped the boy in her arms. Peter stood there for a while, shocked at the quick actions of the girl in front of him, when he slowly brought his own arms around her. For the first time since they got there, both of their fears were gone. Both of them just feeling safe in each others arms.
As they untangled themselves from each other, y/n takes a better look at Peter, noticing the dirt around his face and the suit he was wearing. “I was hoping you were Spiderman,” she says quietly, shaking her head and softly chuckling, as she wiped her tears away.
Peters eyes widen, “uhh I- um I’m not - Im not spiderman” he says, turning into a stuttering mess.
y/n looks at him, staring him down, “then how come you're wearing the spiderman suit?” she says.
Peter looks down, seeing that he was, indeed, still wearing the suit that Mr. Stark created for him. He wonders why he didn't notice it before, maybe it was because his mask was missing but the boy was smarter than that.
As he looks back up at y/n’s eyes, he realizes that the reason why he never noticed was because the safety of the girl in front of him occupied his thoughts.
“I am spiderman,” he says aloud, a small smile resting on his face.
y/n smiles back at him as she quickly looked away, “im really scared, Peter,” she whispers, looking back at her shoes, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill.
Peter softly grabs her face as he turns her head towards his, directly looking at her eyes, “I’m going to get us out of here okay. You’re gonna be fine. I promise,” he says quietly, reassuring the girl he adores.
“How can you be so sure?” y/n asks him, fear evident in her eyes, as her tears slowly fell. Peter wipes them away with his thumbs, softly but confidently, Peter says, “Because, I will do everything in my power to make sure you’re safe. I’m gonna get you home, even if it takes all of me to do it.”
y/n looks at him with soft eyes, her eyes traveling down to the boys lips. She slowly leans in, looking at the boy for confirmation, when Peter suddenly closed the gap between them. The kiss held so much passion, that for a second, the two forgot they were even in this situation.
(oh god this is so bad, i really didnt know how to end it, im sorry)
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smile ✦ peter parker
summary : as the adopted daughter of none other than tony stark, you have a myriad of responsibilities. babysitting peter parker probably wasn’t supposed to be one of them. not that you’re complaining.
word count : 4.7k (also known as the longest thing I’ve ever written)
author’s note : ur adopted b/c not everyone is white and i don’t want anyone to feel excluded from reading this due to the fact tony is white (and yes ik there are interracial couples i just want everyone to feel included i want to make sure whoever wants to read this can without feeling weird about it b/c i know it is something that bothers people in the fanfic community okay bye enjoy my loves.)
Tony Stark was a lot of things to a lot of people. He was the billionaire, he was the genius, the philanthropist, and the notorious playboy in his younger years. Most notably, however, was that he was Iron Man. He was marveled at by the entire world, him and the group of heroes that stood beside him; the Avengers, as they called themselves. To you, however, he was your father.
A terribly overprotective one, at that.
Of course, this was only to be expected of a father, even a foster one, but the lengths the man went to in order to keep his only daughter out of whatever he deemed trouble were rather extensive. You rarely ever left the Avengers tower, and if you did you were accompanied by a team of people you could only describe as rip off Secret Service men. Sometimes, Natasha would replace them, or Steve, but that was a rare occurrence. You were homeschooled by the best tutors his money could pay for- this particular move was less about refining your education and more about keeping you away from any boy in the five boroughs.
You chose to spend majority of your time reading in your room and training, always wary of anyone who approached you about being a friend. Your surname meant everything to people, especially the girls that wandered around Manhattan desperate to become the bestie of the daughter of the richest man in New York. You loved your dad with all your heart, but the stigma that ran with the Stark name would never stop irritating you.
That, and the impromptu plans he threw at you on a regular basis.
“Miss Stark, your father is requesting access to your room. He knows you hate it when he barges in.” Vision drifted into your room without warning, making you jump. You yanked your earbuds out of your ears, giving him a look.
“I hate when anyone barges in, Vision. That includes you, too.” You pushed your chair away from your desk, placing your pen on the desk and shutting your notebook. “Tell him he can come in if he lets me become an Avenger.” You raised your voice at this, knowing he would hear you.
“He says that he’ll consider it if you let him in.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Touché.” You motioned for the door to open, and your father walked into the room, immediately taking his pristinely polished shoes off and lying down on your bed. You stared at him.“Dad, it’s not cool to wear sunglasses inside. You look lame.”
Tony Stark rolled his eyes at you. “It’s called a look, sweetheart.” You laughed, pretending to nod in agreement. He placed his hands behind his head as you spun your chair back around to your desk. “What are you working on?”
“Something for Bruce,” you muttered, pen cap between your teeth as you continued to jot down important points from his numerous lab reports. You were going to have to hand in a full analysis of his findings for your end of term science paper, and he was more than willing to aid you. “Science report.”
“My daughter, beautiful and intelligent, my flesh and blood,” Tony declared proudly.
“Dad, I love you to the death, but I’m still not your biological kid,” you smiled all the same, though, and he knew behind the tough exterior you were happy to hear his expressions of admiration.
“Who needs a biological kid when I’ve got this great, wonderful adopted one right in front of me.”
Not looking up from your notebook, you said, “You’re really laying it on thick today. I’m all of those things, obviously, but I know you want something. So, what is it?” You paused, then said, “Thank you, by the way.”
“You sure we’re not related?” He sat back up, clasping his hands together. “What do you say about Germany?”
“Nice enough place I guess, interesting history, why?”
“I kind of need you to go there for two weeks with me.”
With a groan, you dropped your pen and held your face in your hands. “Another surprise trip? Dad, I have school. I have homework! Do you see this?” You held up the thick stack of reports from Banner’s lab, waving them around. “This is gonna be, like, my life’s work.”
Tony shook his head. “Kids these days and their homework. Seriously. When I was at school I would have taken any opportunity to shirk my responsibilities.”
“You did do that.”
He waved his hand. “Technicalities. Anyway, as you know the Avengers have been disassembled. Sokovia Accords and all that bullshit. I assume you’ve been keeping up?”
“Hard not to.” It was true. Anything in the news was about the great split of the infamous team, Captain America vs Iron Man. It was impossible to turn on the television without hearing about it. And, considering you lived underneath the same roof as half of them, it was quite literally not an option to be ignorant to what was going on.
“Good,” he grinned proudly again. If there was one emotion that the man felt whenever he was around, it was proud. Nearly everything you did made him beam with pride, and if you had been placed into an actual high school, there was no doubt in his mind that the person at the top of every single class would be you. You excelled no matter the circumstances. “So, to sum up, there’s gonna be a big showdown in Germany. Western style, naturally. Guns blazing and everything.”
Your eyes lit up and you nearly flew out of your chair, rushing over to him. “Oh my god, are you finally gonna let me fight? You’ve seen my training, right? I’m getting so good. I’m like, practically Natasha level good. She’s been showing me that move where I can snap people’s necks with my thighs and-”
“First of all, your thighs are not going around anyone’s neck, so jot that down,” he interrupted. Your enthusiasm visibly deflated. “I need you to kind of watch over this kid who’s coming with us. He’s from Queens. You love Queens.”
“You’re making me babysit?” You flopped down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. “C’mon, dad, I’m sixteen. That’s practically an adult. I think I should be allowed to fight this time. I’m Avenger worthy.”
“Practically an adult is not the same as literally an adult, as in over eighteen.” You groaned again. “Don’t call it babysitting, anyway. He’s your age. Well, he’s a few months younger, but that doesn’t matter. Just call it… hanging out with a good kid that’s fighting for your dear old dad and making sure he doesn’t get into trouble in Germany or annoy Happy too much.” He patted your knee, standing up. “We leave in the morning, kiddo, so pack up.”
“How come he gets to fight if he’s younger than I am?”
“’Cause he’s not my daughter. Goodnight, light of my life.” He kissed your forehead before leaving, giving you another encouraging smile.
“Goodnight, pain my ass,” you grumbled as he left. He popped back in, a stern expression on his face. “If I watch your new protégée can I become an Avenger?” Tony rubbed a hand over his eyes. Teenage girls were exhausting.
“We’ll talk about it.”
You’re sitting at your breakfast table with suitcases piled next to you when Peter Parker strolls into your life with happiness in his every footstep because he is just so, so glad to be there. You’re spooning cereal into your mouth when he sits down directly across from you, a video camera cupped in his soft looking hands and the little red button clicked on, meaning that he is recording you. You place your spoon back into the bowl of milk that is dusted with cinnamon sugar from the Cinnamon Toast Crunch you’ve been eating for the past ten minutes.
“Do you mind?”
“Mind what?” He asked, peeking up from behind his camera. You gestured toward it, wiping your mouth with your sleeve.
“The camera. I’m kind of still in the middle of eating breakfast in my pajamas,” you leaned forward, switching it off. “You must be the Spider-Boy.” The chestnut haired boy feels a blush creeping up his neck and settling along his cheekbones when you say that.
“Oh, did Mr. Stark tell you that?” He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly. “Um, it’s Spider-Man, actually.” He mumbled the man part, knowing fully well that he didn’t look like much of a man in the eyes of anyone, his eyes casting down as he fidgeted with the strap on his camera.
“Oh good,” you nodded. You took another spoonful of cereal. “I like that better. Nicer ring to it.” You grabbed your box of sugary breakfast and pushed it toward him, an offering.
“Huh?” He was a bit dazed. He stared at the box in front of him and then realized he had been doing that for far too long of a time to be considered normal. “Oh, right, um, sure, thanks!” He opened the box and took a handful, shoving it in his mouth. You kept eating your cereal, silently staring at the bowl and willing yourself not to laugh at the boy in front of you. With all his nerves, he was still a bundle of energy and cheerfulness, and, well, let’s face it, he was sort of adorable. “So, you think my name’s cool?” He tried to sound suave, charming, as he said it, tried to smirk at you, but he stopped when he realized that he looked stupid.
You gave him a half smile. “It’s pretty good.” His face positively lit up with happiness to be taken seriously, and you knew the feeling too well. You stuck out your hand. “Oh, forgot to introduce myself-”
“Y/N Stark, adopted daughter of Mr. Stark, probably the smartest girl in all of New York and, uh, correct if I’m wrong but… Black Widow’s best student as well as Bruce Banner’s apprentice.”
You gaped at him. The blush he had been sporting crept up to his ears and made his nose turn the shade of a strawberry. “Well, uh, yeah,” you said, flustered. “Should I creeped out or flattered?”
“Flattered, please.” The genuine worry in his eyes as he leaned forward made you laugh. He had an endearing personality.
“Flattered it is.” You watched the slow sigh of relief leave his mouth, his hands flying up the mess of hair atop his head and fixing it distractedly. Your dad walked into the room, and Peter practically fell out of his chair trying to stand up and seem presentable. Your slouch was indicative that you didn’t care much. He was just your dad. “Morning, pops,” you slid the box over his way.
He frowned at it.” Y/N, that stuff is crap. I don’t know why you eat it.”
“Wanda and I like it,” you said defensively, a slip of the tongue. You knew your dad was going to get annoyed at the mention of the Scarlet Witch, who had evaded and ignored his attempts at keeping her powers under control. “It’s good. High quality. Right, Peter?” You whipped your head toward him.
He felt his heart give a little tug. He grabbed the box out of your hand and shoved more cereal in his mouth, the cinnamon sugar sticking to his lips. “Yeah, Mr. Stark. Best stuff ever,” he said through a mouthful of it. Tony gave them an amused glance, picking up your two heaviest suitcases and beckoning you both to the landing strip. Peter swallowed his food.
He didn’t even like Cinnamon Toast Crunch that much. He was just thrilled that you knew his real name.
Everything about this kid was infuriatingly dorky in the cutest way possible. You came to this conclusion as you boarded the jet with ease, sitting in your usual spot by the window and greeting Happy with your typical friendly smile and idle chitchat. Peter stumbled onto it with awe written across his features as he stared around the place, touching nearly everything much to Happy’s dismay.
“Haven’t you been on a plane before?” The man asked, growing irritated with the way the kid was filming everything. You saw Peter zoom in on Happy’s face and grinned out your window.
“Nope, never!” Peter exclaimed, his video camera still in front of him as he captured every detail of his trip.
“Well, sit down so we can take off,” Happy said gruffly, grabbing Peter’s shoulders and forcefully placing him into a seat.
Peter sat still for a moment, then hopped over to the seat next to you. He placed his camera in front of him on the tray table. “Y/N, smile for the camera. I’m recording.” You looked at him, then turned to the camera and gave it a deadpan stare. You even threw in a slow blink. “Good enough,” he shrugged. He kept it recording as he shifted in his seat so that his entire body was facing you, his chin resting in his hand and his elbow on your armrest. His gaze was sort of nice. “So, Miss Stark, I have a few questions.”
“Um, okay, shoot,” you closed your book that you had open on your lap. “I’m not that interesting, just so you know.”
“I think you’re interesting,” he assured you. You heard Happy let out a choked laugh at Peter’s flirting attempt, but it was just another thing you found sort of lovely. It was a genuine compliment. “What’s your favorite subject in school?”
You’d been expecting the typical what’s it like being Tony’s daughter spiel, and you were pleased to get an actual question about yourself for once. “I like everything, I guess. I kind of love school, but I don’t go to a conventional school, so. Training is cool, I like that a lot.”
“You train with Black Widow, I have to ask- can you show me some moves? I need to refine my technique before the fight,” he explained.
“Do you wanna learn how to crush people with your thighs?”
“Wow! Do you think I could? Could you teach me? That’s so cool,” he beamed, turning to the camera for a split second with an overexcited look.
You pursed your lips, staring out your window for a minute. You were up in the air by now, and there was long flight ahead of you. “Maybe. If my dad is okay with it. I have to check.” Peter looked confused,
“Why wouldn’t he be?”
“He’s, you know, really overprotective.” You put your first against the cheek, leaning the same way that Peter was. You sighed. “I don’t have a lot of friends. Which is fine, but I can’t even attempt to go make any because I have a whole freaking SWAT team on my ass the minute I step out of the tower because he’s so worried about my safety.” You let your head hit the window, your eyes rolling skyward. “And that makes no sense because-”
“You’re really strong and stuff. You can protect yourself,” Peter finished.
“I think you know me a little too well, Peter,” you said, poking him lightly in the arm. “But… yeah, exactly. I don’t really get to do anything fun. I don’t have adventures. Sure, reading is fun and studying is fun for me and training is great and I love hanging out with everyone in the tower but I’m still a teenager. No fun for me, though. My life is pretty boring, sorry if that makes your little video diary suck.” You stuck your tongue out at his camera.
“No worries,” he said, taking it off the tray table and turning it toward you. “Tell me every boring detail, Miss Stark.”
“As long as you stop calling me Miss Stark.”
“You’ve got a deal.”
It was a seven hour trip, and you both passed out by the three hour mark after Peter had pried every excruciating detail from your life out of you. You hated sleeping on airplanes, but your head was slumped against his shoulder and his arm was knocking against your own and his sweatshirt was as soft as pillow. You remembered the shy glance he had given you just before you knocked out on his shoulder for the remainder of the flight. He had a sweet smile.
Peter filmed absolutely everything. He filmed himself getting off the plane and then filmed you getting off the plane and nearly shoved the camera in Happy’s face until he threatened to break it and Peter backed off. He radiated enthusiasm. “Look at this, and this, and this, oh shit wow that’s so cool look at this! Oh man this is good stuff!”
“Peter this is literally just the airport how am I supposed to take you around the actual city?!”
“OH WOW Y/N have you seen this!”
“Yes, Peter!”
He zoomed in on your face, your devoid of emotion look appearing again. “Are you ever gonna smile for the camera?” He gave you a pout, doe eyes and all. You turned away.
“No. I’m supposed to be babysitting you, please be behave.” You touched your fingers to the bridge of your nose, dragging Peter to a couch. “Please sit. We’re getting the hotel reservations checked.”
“Do they juice boxes? I’m really thirsty.” He was just trying to make you laugh at this point, and annoying you was kind of funny for him. You let out an involuntary chuckle when he pretended to claw at his throat, throwing himself on the ground.
“I’ll make sure they have juice boxes for you, Petey. You’re such a seven year old, geez.” You pretended to gag.
Looking offended, Peter replied, “I’m actually twelve.”
Jokingly, you said, “You’re a twelve year old that’s going to get a punch in the face if you don’t settle down right now.” He stood up, directly in front of you with his light eyes and little grin, another feverish looking heat burning at his face. Nevertheless, he still said, “It’d be an honor to get beaten up by you.”
His voice, the sincerity he carried within it despite the ludicrous statement, made you feel those famed butterflies fluttering inside you. Maybe it was the way he looked into your eyes as he said it. Maybe it wasn’t. But something within you was starting to like Peter Parker, and you’d barely known him for twenty four hours.
Then again, it was hard to not like Peter. The kid was just so damn likable.
He had known it from the moment he first set his eyes upon you that day in the tower that he was a goner. If he had known it then, just from sitting down across from you with nothing to him but his lanky figure and a suit that resembled a onesie more than it did a costume fit for a hero such as he, he was sure of it now, a week and a half later.
Every day had been the same routine. He’d be up bright and early in the morning so you could help with him his training, teaching him how to utilize the suit your father had given him with ease rather than his usual tactic of jumping into everything blind. You’d been the one to help come up with nearly all of the web shooter combinations. He didn’t know all of them yet, or close to half of them, but he was progressing wonderfully.
After training, you’d give him the tour of your favorite places around Germany, close enough to where you’d both be able to get back to the hotel before dark. He filmed the both of you constantly, but you shied away from the cameras every time without fail. He couldn’t understand why, but he didn’t push. He just liked filming in general, and would accept you not smiling in any of his clips as long as you were still in there.
There was a beautiful sense of normalcy that came with hanging around Peter. You reveled in it. No one had ever made you laugh so hard with his ridiculous attempts at jokes or made you smile so much at his shy flirting skills that clearly needed to be revisited.
It was okay. You didn’t mind. And the fact that you didn’t tease him for it made him so, so happy.
Then, came the day of the fight. Peter had his camera out, he was dressed in his spidey suit, and you were standing there next to him dictating who he should and shouldn’t go after.
“Don’t go after Wanda ‘cause she could obliterate you in two seconds and Cap could crush you, too, but he won’t ‘cause he’s really nice like that. Bucky won’t care as much, though, so don’t do that- Ant-Man seems pretty cool and harmless but I don’t have as much intel on him and Peter if you get hurt you have to go hide somewhere-”
“I’m not gonna get hurt,” he said confidently.
You ignored him. “I’m gonna be in your earpiece, figuratively speaking, so I’ll hear everything you do and if you talk I’ll be able to hear you and you can hear me. So, just… keep me updated.” Peter took off his mask for a second, hair sticking up everywhere from the static. You leaned up, smoothing it back into place. Everything about him was soft. You wanted to curl up in it and stay there for as long as you could.
“I’ll be fine, Y/N, don’t worry,” Peter placed his hand on your shoulder. You felt your face heat up.
“I- I’m not worried.” You totally were. “I know you’ll be fine.” You didn’t want him getting hurt. “I just want you to be careful.” You didn’t want him to fight.
You could’ve sworn his face fell a bit when you said you weren’t worried, but he squeezed your shoulder anyway. Without a moment’s hesitation, you threw your arms around him, your nose pressing against his neck as you took a deep breath. He stood there for a second without doing anything until he realized that if he didn’t hug you back, he’d be the dumbest person on the face of the Earth. You felt his surprisingly defined arms hug you back.
You didn’t look at him when you pulled away. You stared at the spider emblazoned on his chest, gave him a quick good luck, then departed from the room. You sat on your own hotel bed with a rapidly beating heart.
The nerves were killing you. Ten more minutes. You opened your laptop and pulled up the system that would allow you to communicate across Team Stark. You were more focused on your dad and Peter. You tapped into your dad’s earpiece after placing the headset on. “Dad?” You spoke into the microphone.
“Hey, kiddo, everything okay?”
“Y-Yeah I just-” you took another breath. “Be safe. I love you.”
“I love you too, Y/N. Are you sure everything is okay over there?”
“Can you just make sure Peter gets out okay? If he gets hurt, bring him right back, please. That’s it.” Maybe it was a stupid request in someone else’s eyes, but you needed Peter to make it back in one piece. Tony Stark looked over at Peter Parker, crouching in his hiding spot and fumbling around with the gloves of his suit and gave the kid a knowing smile. Of course that was the one his daughter fell for in the end. Perfectly fitting.
“I’ll make sure.” You knew your father couldn’t see the grateful smile on your face, the sigh of relief that fell past your lips when he spoke these words.
Peter Parker, I swear if you make it out of this, I will smile like an idiot in every single one of your stupidly adorable video diary things. I swear. Just be safe.
“Your black eye is awful,” you told him, dabbing at it with more cream. “Totally ruins your face.”
“I think I look manly.”
“You think incorrectly.” You stepped back, your fingertips tilting his chin up so you could examine it further. “I think I got the worst of it. You did really well, Peter. Exceptionally well.” His face was glowing from your compliment.
“Can I get on that tape?” He asked excitedly, ducking under his hotel bed for his camera. You nodded, and he switched the camera on. He held out his arm so that you were both in frame. And you smiled. He forgot all about what you were supposed to say the moment that beautiful smile appeared there. “I- wow, Y/N.”
“What?’
His stare was kind as it usually was. “You just-” he paused. “Your smile is really, really beautiful.” There was no way for you to turn away from the camera this time and you were left grinning like a lovestruck idiot at the boy in front of you, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Thank you.”
You slept the entire plane ride the way you had the last time, curled up against Peter. This time, it was intentional. One of your arms was flung across his waist and his was wrapped around your shoulders, the sweatshirt he had came in now swaddling you cozily. There were two separate cars waiting for you. You stood in between them when the flight got off, the sleeves of his sweater hanging off your hands as you reached out to grab his. He felt you push a piece of paper into his hand. “You better call me, Peter Parker. I’ll be really upset if you don’t.”
He wrapped you suddenly in an embrace that lifted you off your feet just a little bit, his lips pressing against your temple. “I’ll call you every day.”
He kept true to his word. Every day without fail, your phone rang with a call from Peter, and you fell asleep on the phone with him more often than not. If you weren’t on the phone with him, you were texting him, and if you weren’t doing that, you wished that you were. The consistent communication was better than nothing, but regardless, you missed his presence. You missed the way you felt walking next to him as he explained why chocolate ice cream was so clearly better than vanilla. You just missed him.
“Peter?” You held the phone to your ear, nestled in your blankets already even though it was barely nine o'clock. His sleepy voice mumbled out a yes? “Would it be stupid if I said that I missed you?”
She could practically hear his wide smile through the phone. “Of course not. I miss you, too. So much. Probably more than you miss me.”
“That’s so not true!” She scoffed.
“Wanna bet?” His tone was mischievous, no longer the hoarse, pretty voice of a boy just waking up from his nap. “Open your bedroom door.”
“Are you joking?”
You hung up the phone, throwing back your covers and not caring one bit that your hair was a dripping mess from your shower or that you were wearing a terrible set of hello kitty pajamas that weren’t meant for anyone over the age of ten based on the size of the top. You nearly tackled him to the ground when you saw him standing in your doorway, a happy squeal escaping your lips. You were surprised he even got in, considering your dad wasn’t home, but you figured Vision had let him in. Vision always had a way of knowing.
“Have I ever told you that you have a really pretty smile?” Peter’s lips hovered over yours, almost hesitant. You took the initiative to kiss first, your hands delving into his silk-like hair. There was no point in waiting anymore. Your noses bumped together clumsily when he tilted his head back, admiring. You could feel your whole being light up when he gazed at you the way that he did, in that admiring, careful, Peter way of his.
“Careful, Spidey,” You warned, hands on his chest as you stared right back up at him.
“Careful of what?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“You’re going to make me fall in love with you one of these days if you keep looking at me like that.” It was only the truth, and you were a honest person.
“That’s sort of the plan,” he shrugged in a seemingly careless way, but he couldn’t hide it. He was an open book. An open book who loved you, and the way that you smiled at him when he pulled back his sleeve to reveal a web shooter, a strange glint in those brown eyes of his as he said, “You up for an adventure?”
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All the OC questions with the selkie fam, which includes the 3 bros, Irena, and Anneliese, and also the boys mom if she's developed enough
HECK Y’ALL KNOW HOW TO DELIVER
*these asks are from this post in case anyone wants to either send more or reblog the original
unfortunately i’m going to skip their mom for now just because she’s not developed enough :’c
1. Do any of your OCs have a speech impediment?
elian: nope! but megan suggested he sound congested all the time because of the ridiculous sounds weddell seals make
abbe: none
roland: none
irena: none
anneliese: none
2. Do any of your OCs have a physical disability?
elian: already answered!
abbe: none
roland: none; im suddenly considering giving him bad eyesight though #glasses_roland2017
irena: none
anneliese: none
3. What is your OCs favorite band if they have one? (i’m answering this assuming they have access to the broad variety of music we have)
elian: i feel like he would like the sound of bands like fall out boy, daft punk, imagine dragons etc. but he would like the lyrics of twenty one pilots more because he relates to them the most
abbe: bryan adams?? phil collins?? elton john?? someone like that.
roland: i’m torn because i want roland to be an edgelord but i also want him to be a quiet shy baby so why not both? i think he would like Gorillaz. sometimes laid back and chill and other times a little edgier. also in with the type of kids i feel like he would hang out with.
irena: something a little older from when she was a teenager. probably a female artist. why are gwen stefani or celine dion sticking out to me?
anneliese: SHE’S THE 12 YEAR OLD GIRL WHOS OBSESSED WITH BOYBANDS like one direction and 5 seconds of summer. i feel like she would also love softer female artists like regina spektor
4. Does your OC have anything they take pride in? (like an award or collection?)
elian: *vibrates excitedly* spoilers
abbe: mostly how he’s been given the ability to… move on? his mom is still trapped in their family’s past tragedies and roland and elian are dragged down with that as well, but abbe’s been the one to grow and rebuild the house and get married and now he’s gonna be a dad soon. he’s proud he’s been able to continue the legacy.
roland: he’s really proud of the things relating to his equestrian hobbies. he’s just starting out in the horse-breeding business but he has one or two really nice mares and im sure he has another one he’s training for the royal guard. he’s also the best rider in his family because its like all he does lol.
irena: she was able to get out from under the shadow of her mother. irena and her mom don’t really like each other and her mom was always disappointed that she decided to become a knight instead of trying to climb the social ladder. they kind of stopped talking. ironically enough, irena ended up basically being adopted into a Duke’s family and though it’s super petty and very vengeful i think irena’s also proud of how she became everything her mother wanted in her own way and without her mom’s help. she likes to think of her mom being salty and jealous.
anneliese: her reputation! she had to essentially rebuild it from the ground up after her dad did naughty scandalous things but she’s proven herself to the people who serve her.
5. Does your OC have a favorite film? (answering like they live in modern times)
elian: he likes superhero movies, like the marvel movies. i haven’t actually seen a lot of these so i can’t pick the one that’s his favorite but i have a feeling it’s like captain america or spiderman. he wont stop making jokes about how roland is emo peter parker.
abbe: already answered!
roland: black beauty he strikes me as the type who would like psychological thrillers like the shining or inception. movies that have lots of deep layers and summaries you stay up late reading until you’re too scared to go to bed.
irena: she would like things with very traditional elaborate fight scenes and dynamic relationships and cool props and swords and armor and epic battles so basically she’s a lord of the rings fan.
anneliese: literally the only thing coming to my mind are the twilight movies. the fault in our stars. ya’know stuff like that. i think she would be a big sucker for the princess bride.
6. How tall is your OC?
elian: 5′1″
abbe: 5′7″
roland: 5′6″
irena: 5′2″
anneliese: 5′0″
7. Does your OC have any celebrity crushes? (answering like they live in modern times)
elian: i don’t think he really follows celebrities he cares more about the quality of the movies they make.
abbe: maybe he had one when he was younger but now that he’s married and has a kid on the way he doesn’t have time for these kinds of trivial things he has to focus on the #wife.
roland: the actresses who are a little older but very #classic. julie andrews. judy garland. he might also like modern stars like anne hathaway or emma stone. one of those two.
irena: what if she was a david bowie fan i feel bad not immediately saying her husband dwayne the rock johnson
anneliese: nick jonas. justin timberlake. orlando bloom. every boy from one direction. you get my drift.
8. Do you ship any 2 of your OCs?
elian: ANNELIESE
abbe: his beautiful loving delicate sensitive understanding wife rosalie k thanks bye
roland: his super big crush on lady jeannine harpers kills me everyday
irena: dwayne the rock johnson
anneliese: ELIAN
9. How would you describe your OCs fashion taste?
elian: bold. he likes things that make him feel adventurous like big hats with feathers or sturdy boots. he’s upper class so he’s still gotta look nice but he goes for that “i’m a rich guy who’s never been camping in my life but i went out and bought all this super nice fancy camping gear so people will think i’m professional when i’m not” look.
abbe: very presentable, always On Point™. he’s gotta dress to impress, so all his clothes are neatly pressed and he tries not to wrinkle them up too much or get them dirty. he tends to trade in neutral colors like white and black for things a little brighter to liven up the house a bit. he’s still young. let abbe be Free™.
roland: he’s a big emo hot topic baby and the only thing he’ll wear is black.
irena: sleek shiny new armor that’s hand-crafted with details carved into the breastplate and shoulder pieces. regal deep colors and clean polished boots.
anneliese: PINK. big poofy dresses. less of a focus on patterns and more of a focus on teeny cutesy details.
10. Does your OC have any special talents?
elian: lmao i’ve never talk about this before but i sort of headcanon he’s alright at. fishing. it’s dangerous for him to swim and when his dad was around he was in the same situation. as selkies they still had a strong draw towards the water so instead of fishing as seals they would bond with each other by going to the shore or out on a boat and just have some quiet fishing time. :’) but anyway because of all that elian is much better at using a fishing rod than other selkies are.
abbe: he seems like a really average family-man kinda guy so i want him to have some talent that’s just so obscure and ridiculous and totally unexpected. he can juggle with his knees. he has this 6th sense that tells him when it’s going to rain. i’m confirming all this for canon immediately.
roland: he sort of gives me the “intellectual” kind of vibes in a good way and in a bad way. he was probably very good at school/his studies and for some reason history is really sticking out to me the most! while roland and elian don’t really get along i kinda headcanon roland had to tutor elian a lot when they were working through their school books together.
irena: she can play an instrument, i know that much! i haven’t decided what she plays, but i’m thinking some type of fictional string instrument. she teaches elian how to play some instruments, too, because we all know that poor child is bored out of his mind.
anneliese: she loves the whole wide world and reads a lot as a weird form of escapism? reading is her way of connecting to all the people and all the places in the world and it exercises her imagination. she’s probably a SUPER FAST reader and i bet she has a scary-big vocabulary for a girl as young as herself haha.
11. Is your OC really bad at something?
elian: already answered!
abbe: SELF CARE abbe will work himself to the bone and push down all of his personal feelings and hurt to put his family first. i don’t think he wants to be that way but he was kind of forced into that mindset after he had to immediately step up to his dad’s position and then get married on top of that like he had so many big life-altering changes thrown at him within a years time poor boy didn’t even have time to grieve or adequately manage his emotional state.
roland: being an individual haha. more like being openly opinionated and voicing those opinions. he “aaron burr”s the heck outta life with his “don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for” attitude. he doesn’t want to give anyone a reason to start drama with him.
irena: already answered!
anneliese: already answered!
12. Does your OC have both of their parents?
abbe, roland, and elian lost their dad 3 years before the story starts. for a good time after that their mom was not…. entirely there emotionally either so abbe is basically New Dad™.
irena: yes
anneliese: her dad is… kind of in prison?? so like he’s there but not there ya know. and who knows about her mom i’ll talk about that in the next question. anyway her aunt and uncle took her into the family and are basically her new mom and dad congrats anneliese.
13. Does your OC know their parents?
elian: yes
abbe: yes
roland: yes
irena: yes, but she lost contact with her mother years before the story starts and she’s totally uninterested in rekindling the relationship
anneliese: she knows her dad but i haven’t fully decided who her mother is or what happened to her so for now??? my answer is who knows.
14. Does your OC have any siblings?
abbe, roland and elian are all brothers! they don’t have any other siblings haha.
irena: none
anneliese: none but she did have a cousin! they were really close when they were little, almost like siblings. the cousin was the old heiress to the estate but she got a bad illness or disease or something like people did back in the good ol’ days and died. now anneliese is the heiress.
15. Do any of your OCs have pets?
elian: already answered!
abbe: none
roland: already answered!
irena: she might have a nice riding horse but other than that i doubt she has time for her own pet.
anneliese: i haven’t thought about it but she does seem like an animal kind of girl. if she does i can see her having a super fluffy kitty.
16. Do you have any nonhuman OCs?
17. Do you have any OCs you haven’t posted about?
18. How would you describe your OCs nature in one word?
elian: righteous
abbe: altruistic
roland: distant
irena: meticulous
anneliese: dreamy
19. Who is your youngest OC? (i’m combining this question with the other one and just saying their ages)
elian: 13 yrs
abbe: 21 yrs
roland: 16 yrs
irena: 33 yrs
anneliese: 12 yrs
20. Who is your oldest OC?
21. What race is your OC?
they’re all selkies!
22. Would your OC like you?
elian: he would like some things about me, then find other things completely infuriating.
abbe: he’d probably think i was a little too casual and maybe a bit weird, but he wouldn’t hate me either!
roland: i think we’d be cool.
irena: we could have a couple really nice conversations.
anneliese: she would!
#rosemem#oc stuff#lets T-A-L-K-A-B-O-U-T about ocs#efrens gift#its been like..... 2 weeks and i finally filled this whole thing out#IS ANYONE EVEN ONLINE ANYMORE haha#rip me up!!!
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