#anyways. haven't read a peter fic in a hot minute

[t-lostinworlds]

okay, first off gif header?? yes?? i love the black & white isolation thingy (idk what it’s called lol) and the crumpled paper and the lil doodles love love. second off, sigh, u know what i'm putting it under the cut bc i got heated for some (countless) reasons LMAO

peter parker, you and your self-deprecating ass istg. if only he thought he was good enough he probably would've been able to ask r out first. tsk tsk tsk.

AND WOULD U LOOK AT THAT, MR. HARRY OSBORN IS A SCUMBAG. WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT. I'M SO SURPRISED. as if the like father like son hadn't been obvs.

omg...why isn't he saying anything. PARKER WHAT IS THIS. U KNEW THERE'S BEEN GIRLSSSSS, LIKE PLURAL AND?? he never said anything???

UGGGGGGGGGGGH HE FUCKING LIEEEEEEEEEEEEED FOR HIM???? BC I CANNOT SEE HOW HE'S DOING THAT FOR Y/N BC HELLO YOU'RE NOT HELPING HER? making her feel better for a moment yes BUT STILL?? WHAT DO U FUCKING MEAN HARRY'S JUST BUSY FUCK OFFFFFF. i'm sorry if this is mean but u know what parker. yeah, you really don't deserve her LAKSLAS. i just, why. who does he think he's helping here?????? i mean harry OBVIOUSLY?? you're fucking enabling the scumbag. like idk about u but i'd rather him tell me the truth rather than hear it from someone else and THEN find out that peter knew all along? whew. that's a different kind of betrayal too like—oh great. so now you're going to tell her. as if you hadn't known for a while now and could've saved her from plenty more pain if this hadn't gone on for a while jfc.

OH PISS OFF HARRY U ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCK. kicking someone out bc u exposed your scumbagness??? I HOPE YOU SLIP ON THAT FUCKING ROBE AND BREAK UR FUCKING NECK. okay okay sorry, too much?? alright, okay, i'm breathing geez.

"I'm sorry you had to find out like that." | oh piss off too parker, took u long enough to say a goddamn thing my gooood. we wouldn't have this problem in the first place if you learned to SPEAK UP FIRST. SINCE THE START. A.K.A. ASKED HER OUT FIRST. LMAO.

ugggggggggh this so messy. (a very very hot mess but anyways) like i mean, i get it. reader wants to forget for a moment. and peter is such a desperately in love puppy that he can't say no. but she's vulnerable here. but also miss y/n, you're kinda using this guy who's in love with you (granted she doesn't know but still) as rebound. he's your friend. and okay she's not in the right headspace and she's sad and broken and vulnerable and i get it honestly we make bad decisions during those times. and i have some sympathy with her bc girl i feel u i see u i get it.

so i'm going to blame PETER ON THIS ONE AGAIN SLKASLKASK I KNOW THAT PUSSY GOOD BUT U CAN'T EVEN WAIT A DAY???? like he should've at least gained some self control and used a braincell for BOTH their sakes bc obvs she's not having any rn and understandably so. SO LIKE JFC PARKER HAVE ONE RATIONAL THOUGHT AND MAYBE THINK THAT THIS ISN'T A GOOD IDEA???? then again he hasn't had a single rational thought this whole fic so. like i see him being the "i take what i can get even if it hurts" kinda guy, you self sacrificing idiot.

gosh that post-nut clarity must've hit differently bc yeah you're homeless now LMAO. this is a mess. a huge lump a mess. but we do love human characters <3

anyways. therefore i conclude that i'm just angry at everything and everyone in this fic. (not u isa, you're lovely. i adore u) but especially BOTH MEN. PETER & HARRY. TWO FUCKING IDIOTS IN DIFFERENT FONTS. i can forgive peter with a bit of groveling tho but harry can actually choke on ice alksalsalksasa

conversation | peter parker

pairing: college!peter parker x college!female!reader

summary: peter parker is in the friendzone. and it sucks. especially when the girl he’s in love with is dating his best friend. smack dab in the middle of a bad situation peter struggles to keep his feelings at bay when the girl of his dreams comes to him for advice about her failing relationship.

warnings: i guess post!nwh, swearing, cheating, peter pining for reader, everyone being a bad guy, smut 18+ (minors dni!!!), unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 4.1k

a/n: um my first peter fic! it’s based on the song conversation by joni mitchell. listen to it, or don’t, i’m not your mother. i said i was going to stop posting writing, but i have “i must create or i’ll go crazy” disease so… (i’m still not a writer)

She comes to him for conversation, for comfort, for consultation. But Peter wished she came to him for something else.

He remembers the first time he saw you. How he’d thought his heart had stopped for a second, forgetting how to do its most basic function. How could someone look so effortlessly beautiful? How could a voice sound so sweet while asking such a mundane question?

“Is this seat taken?”.

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[spider-man-stan]

Stuck between a sky scraper and a hard place.

not something that was requested, just an idea that i really liked and have been meaning to write for the longest time and has nothing to do with the fact that i’m having a shit night and really need some positivity right now. if you like it, reblog and maybe leave a nice tag or two bc i won’t bother writing a second part if no one like the first one lmao. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

“Pete, how’re we looking on civilian evac?” Tony asked as he blasted another goop monster into a lifeless puddle. As much as Tony wanted to be funding the future, he had decided about thirty seven minutes ago that he really needed some kind of screening on what highly impressionable young adults he was just handing heaps and heaps of money to.

Because while he totally had the money to just dump millions onto one university to the next, giving the next generation of geniuses the tools they needed to fund their new, initiative, “out of the box” projects that would otherwise never get funded, he was now realizing that not everyone’s “out of the box” ideas should be funded.

Like, as a totally random example, some guy who idolized slash hated Bruce Banner slash the Hulk and attempted to create a “new race” of Hulks that would enslave humanity. Or at least that’s how this nutcase put it in his five minute monologue. Like c’mon, Tony was dramatic, but even he knew how to keep his battle monologues under two minutes max. This guy was just over the fucking top.

Jesus Christ, it’s like the universe can never give Tony Stark a break, in any aspect of his life, ever.

“Good! I think we’ve almost got everyone out of the way!” Peter yelled back over the coms. Tony had given the kid evacuation duty with Cap, while Nat and Clint protected Bruce as he worked on the solution to their problem, and Tony had the pleasure of blasting all the not so tiny green fuckers to bits with Rhodey and Sam. They had a pretty good system going on, Tony was proud to admit.

The one good thing about this guy being obsessed with Bruce was that he had “borrowed” from a lot of his original work, so it was easy for Bruce to find a way to disable all these monsters. They were going to draw them all into one city block and, after Bruce finished making some adjustments to one of the units that kept creating them, using a very specific frequency of Gamma rays, wipe ‘em all out at once.

Tony had done the math in his head, and he concluded that it was gonna be fucking awesome.

“Tony!” Bruce’s voice caught Tony’s attention over the coms. “I’ve got everything ready on this end, are we ready to end this?” He asked.

“Hold up, how much property damage are we gonna have on our hands when this is all said and done?” Rhodey asked. “I’ve got Damage Control breathing down my neck for an estimate.” Though no one could see it, Tony rolled his eyes. They really couldn’t wait until the city wasn’t in danger anymore?

“This entire block at least, maybe a bit further down,” Bruce called back. “That’s about as good of an estimate as they’re gonna get from us right now.”

“Can we stop the chit chat and get to finishing this already?” Sam called out, clearly annoyed as one of the larger monsters pinned him against an apartment complex. Rhodey managed to blast the thing into a puff of green smoke and goop, earning a sighed “Gross,” from the other man, the structural integrity of the building taking the fault for the shock wave.

“Yeah, I left ice cream in my car for this!” Clint added.

“As long as I get the okay from Cap and Spider-Man, I’m ready to blow this popsicle stand!” Bruce yelled out, and it took everything inside of Tony not to fly over to Banner and slap him. And he calls Tony a dad, come on!

“Please, for the love of God don’t ever say that again, or I will vomit.” Tony warned, making fake gagging noises as the rest of his teammates groaned along with him. “And trust me, cleaning puke out of one of these suits is not easy.”

“Fellas, you can fool around all you want after we save the city.” Natasha interrupted sternly. “Spider-Man, Captain, we good to go?”

“We’ve done our part, Natasha,” Steve declared. “Let’s finish these green bastards.” At any other time Tony would’ve shot a gasp and a sarcastic “Language!” towards Cap, but something wasn’t right.

“Cap, is Peter with you? Pete, do you copy?” Tony asked. Peter was never one to go silent over the coms, if anything he would talk over them too much.

“He ran off somewhere, he’s not with you?” Cap questioned back, his voice sounding fuzzy and out of focus in his ear. Tony felt panic rise in his chest.

“Alright guys, I’m firing this thing up, everybody stand clear!” Bruce called out, the power of whatever device Bruce had whipped up interfering with their communication lines.

“Peter?” Tony called again. “Bruce, wait we can’t find Peter!” Tony called, but it was too late. Bruce hadn’t heard him and the machine had already warmed up. Tony watched in horror from high over the city block as a glowing green light emerged from the center of the street, Nat driving Bruce and Clint to safety above the device on a hoverbike.

Tony’s heart stopped when his com buzzed to life one final time before the blast wave rippled through the city.

“I repeat, I have a little girl in a collapsing building, do not start that thing up! Does anyone copy? Hello?!”

But by then it was too late.

Tony had to close his eyes, the blast was so powerful and bright, knocking him off his balance momentarily. A pulse was sent through the air, and by the time the light had disappeared the area below him was filling with smoke from the surrounding structures beginning to collapse. Without hesitation, Tony started rocketing down into the destruction, the once familiar city block now resembling a dystopian YA novel setting. Tony flew around, taking a frantic minute to try and regain his barings.

“Friday? Friday, get me heat signatures, now!” Tony yelled when he found his voice again, knowing until the smoke cleared his eyes would be useless. “Peter?!”

“Two heat signatures in this building to your left, boss.” Friday replied, the AI sounding nervous. Tony turned, a shiver shooting through his body when his eyes met the giant pile of destruction. He raced towards it without so much as a second thought, all but crashing into the rubble, anxiety coursing through his veins.

“Peter, do you copy?” Tony asked sternly and slowly, making his voice as clear as he could manage.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter’s voice came through the line fuzzy, but it was his voice nonetheless. He heard Peter coughing in his ear as the smoke and dust surrounding Tony began to clear.

“Pete! Pete, Peter, are you hurt?” Tony asked. “Friday, can you get me his vitals?”

“Mr. Stark, I’m fine, but I’m not alone.” Peter explained.

“Is that Iron Man?” The voice of a starstruck young girl rang through Tony’s ears. Tony’s heart clenched. He couldn’t freak out now, not with two kids in danger.

“This is Iron Man,” Tony confirmed in as calm a voice as he could manage. “Who’s this?”

“This is Sara, Spider-Man gave me his mask to wear!” The little girl announced excitedly.

“She needs the oxygen,” Peter explained. “Karen scanned our pocket, we’re sealed in airtight.” Peter paused to cough, weaker than before. “I hope you’re working on a way to get us out of here, Karen says we’ve only got about eight minutes of oxygen in here.” He paused for just a second too long. “Correction; I’ve only got eight minutes of oxygen in here.”

“Can you send me the scan?” Tony asked. Five seconds later a scan was popping up in the corner of his eye, and he stood stunned for a moment as the reality of the situation sank in.

The length of the pocket of rubble Peter and this little girl were in left very little space to be desired. Peter was on his side, his arm protectively around the little girl, holding one of her small hands, one leg bent as if he had hunched himself around her as protection, but the other.. “Peter when were you going to tell me your leg is being crushed under a building?” Tony was restraining from yelling and swearing as best he could. He heard Peter chuckle weakly

“Surprise.” His voice was already growing weak. Tony turned away from the building to see the rest of the team approaching him. Rhodey was the first to speak.

“Damage Control is gonna be here in twenty minutes.” He offered. “That’s as fast as they can get here.” Tony immediately flew up into the air, the sound of Peter coughing weakly in his ear burning in his chest.

“Well you tell them twenty minutes is gonna be too late, we need them here now!” Tony yelled as he started blasting at the building with his repulsors. He looked down at the rest of his teammates. “Don’t just stand there we need to get these kids out!”

“Mr. Stark, the suit has enough oxygen for two hours, that’s your time frame.” Peter explained. “Sara is gonna be safe here until then.” Tony only added more power to his blasting.

“Yeah and what about you, Peter? Leaving you down there isn’t an option, kid.” Tony stated firmly.

“Mr. Stark, spiders can survive days without oxygen I’m sure I’ll-” Peter started to explain before Tony cut him off.

“Yeah and you’re not a spider, are you? No, you’re still a human, and humans need oxygen! We’re not discussing this. We’re getting both of you out of there in time.” Tony moved closer to the building when he noticed how little his repulsors were doing to destroy the rubble. “C’mon Friday,” Tony whispered to himself, frustrated. “I need more juice.”

“Boss, there’s not enough power left in the suit do any real damage, there’s just too much here.” Friday said. Tony felt his stomach drop, swearing despite knowing a little kid was listening to him.

“Can we try digging them out?” Tony asked as Friday scanned the building.

“We can try, but they were on the third floor when the building collapsed, they’ve got about 100 feet of rubble on top of and surrounding them, boss.” Tony started running calculations in his head as Friday kept talking. “We won’t be able to reach them in the remaining six minutes fifty seconds.” Tony knew the math, but he wasn’t accepting that as an answer. Man, where was Thor when you needed him? The fucking wizard even, or a-

“We may not be able to, but I know someone who might..” Tony muttered to himself in realization. He flew back down to the ground, finding Bruce among the debris on the street with Clint and Natasha. “Banner, if we’re gonna get to Peter in time we could really use a Hulk.” Banner nodded. “Clint, take Nat and Sam and see if you can clear the roads enough for damage control to get to us. I’ll stay here with Rhodey and Cap.” Everyone nodded in agreement to the plan and set off to work.

“And here I was thinking Bruce was gonna save the day for once.” Bruce chuckled before he transformed into the Hulk. Tony managed to get his attention before he went bezerk.

“Hulk, this is a rescue mission, okay? Spider-Man is trapped under that building with a little girl.” Tony began to lay out the situation. “We need your muscle, but you have to be careful not to trap them under there, you got that?” Hulk nodded down at Tony.

“Hulk won’t hurt little spider or little girl.” He replied, almost solemnly. Tony nodded back as the Hulk lept into action, helping Cap and Rhodey remove wreckage in an attempt to get to Peter and Sara. Tony was right behind him. They all threw themselves into trying to dig Peter and the little girl out of the wrecked apartment, and after a minute of or two of silence on the other end of the coms, Tony spoke up.

“Spider-Man? How’re we holding up, kid?” Tony asked, his voice unsure and strained.

“Spider-Man said he’s sleepy.” Sara replied, causing everyone to pause and pass around a worried look before throwing themselves into working harder.

“Sara, is Spider-Man still awake?” Steve asked, grunting as he yanked at the pile in front of him.

“Just tryin’ to conserve... oxygen.” Peter mumbled, his breathing already becoming shallow. Tony bit his lip. This wasn’t good.

“The pocket you two are in, how structurally sound is it?” Rhodey asked.

“It’s uh…” Peter took a long pause to try and catch his breath, which did nothing to calm Tony in the slightest. “We’re under a.. Jus’ a big slab of concrete… Tilted.. Karen doesn’t think it’ll… It’ll fall in on us…”  Peter coughed weakly again.

“His air’s filling up with CO2 fast, boss.” Friday informed Tony, quietly. ”He doesn’t have a lot of time.” Tony swore under his breath, quiet enough that no one heard him.

“Sara? Can I ask you something?” Tony asked as he and Steve removed a support beam from the rubble in front of them.

“Hi Iron Man!” The little girl replied, and Tony’s heart began to hurt. He knew Peter was keeping her calm under there, and he was so damn proud.

“I need you to keep an eye on Spider-Man for me, okay? If he falls asleep, if he starts changing colours, if he sprouts some new spider legs, I want you to let me know right away, okay?” The question was a serious one, but was trying his best to keep the little girl calm. He heard her giggle in affirmation.

“I promise!”

Tony heard faint sirens getting louder, he was so focused on trying to clear a way to rescue Peter and the girl, he hadn’t noticed Nat, Clint and Sam rushing over to them, damage control close behind. He breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Spidey, you still with us? Damage control is here, you still breathing?” Tony ask urgently as Steve greeted damage control with their current situation.

“Air’s… Air’s gettin’ thin, Tony…” Peter gasped, and Tony knew he was in trouble when Peter didn’t refer to him as ‘Mr. Stark’. Poor kid probably didn’t have enough air to, nor did he sound at all uncomfortable using his mentor’s first name. Also not a good sign.

“It’s okay, Pete, we’ll get you out soon..” Tony said, backing away from what was left of the building and worriedly looking at how little progress the four of them had made. “Friday, how much oxygen does he have left?” Tony asked, not ready for the answer to his question. He kept backing away, trying to distance himself from the answer.

“About a minute and thirty seconds, if my data from Karen is correct.” Friday replied, her tone somber. She said the one thing Tony wasn’t yet ready to admit. “They aren’t going to reach him in time, boss.” Tony looked over the collapsed apartment building, damage control already pulling the rubble apart with their big machines, tools that were much more well equipped to deal with this kind of thing than his suit was. Tony did his best to choke back a sob.

“Pete? Pete, Damage control is working on getting you two out of there as we speak, okay? You’ve just gotta hang on.” Peter let out a tired chuckle.

“We..” He sassed, a grin prominent in his voice. The sob Tony was holding back escaped him as a half laugh. Peter coughed quietly. “Jus’ make sure… Sara…. ‘s out..” Peter coughed weakly again, and at this point coughing was a reassuring noise.

“We will, kid. Sara’s gonna be safe, don’t worry.” Tony reassured, knowing the little girl could hear him. “Both of you are gonna get out safe, we just need you to hang on a little bit longer, kid, please.” His voice was unsteady, afraid he wasn’t telling the truth.

“No.. no one else g-uh-ot… Huhh, hurt, ‘ight?” Peter asked desperately between wheezing gasps, pain evident in his voice for the first time. “We.. we got ev’yone.. Ngh… Out?” The fact that Peter was even asking that question right now made Tony want to scream.

Instead he just tried his best to pretend he couldn’t hear the sound of Peter’s airways seizing up.

“No one else got hurt.” Tony reaffirmed, his head rolling, not sure whether to nod or shake his head. “You and Cap did a great job. You did us all proud, Spider-Man.” Tony heard Peter chuckle, trying to hide a moan of discomfort.

“..I...I’love you... T-uh..Tony…” Tony could hear Peter’s breathless voice straining, trying to make his words clear, his statement sounding more like a question. More like a cry for help.

Tony was about to lose it.

“Tell me that when you’re out here breathing fresh air, kid.” Tony responded, absentmindedly wrapping his arms around himself. “Kid?”

“.. Spider-Man went to sleep.” Sara informed Tony. “And his hand is getting cold.”

“Is he holding your hand?” Tony asked, tears now pricking his eyes but somehow restabilizing his voice for the young girl’s sake.

“He’s always been holding my hand.” Sara replied, a smile evident in her voice. Tony smiled too, wide, feeling the tears slide down his cheeks.

“You... I.. I want you to keep holding his hand, okay? In case he wakes up, so he knows you’re still safe with him, alright?” Tony requested. “And you’ll let me know if anything else changes, won’t you?”

“Of course Iron Man!” The little girl giggled. “I promised! And you’re not supposed to break promises!” Tony shook his head.

“No, you’re not. You’re a very smart little girl, Sara.” Sara giggled out a thank you. Tony wasn’t sure how he was still talking, his body must’ve gone on autopilot. For the sake of the girl. “We’ll have you and Spider-Man out of there really soon, okay? You just keep holding his hand.”

It ended up taking around twenty minutes to find them.

After Peter had gone silent, Tony had pretty much checked out from the rescue mission mentally, his body simply doing whatever it was told to do to help. Steve and Natasha took over talking with Sara. Which at first was odd to everyone. Tony is usually very good at keeping people calm in these types of situations, kids especially, but in those moments he just couldn’t seem to find that in him.

But this time things were completely different. Because this time he was sure that he’d just lost his own fucking kid, and he was powerless to do anything about it.

Sara’s only update on Peter had been that he was starting to turn blue in his sleep. Natasha was quick to make a reference to Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and asked Sara to keep an eye out if Spider-Man started to inflate like a big blueberry.

Each breath Tony took felt like betrayal.

When they were finally found, it felt like everything started moving in slow motion. Paramedics rushed up past him onto the mountain of rubble, carrying their bags and their stretchers, ready to help.

They pulled Sara up first.

Tony got his first glimpse of how Peter had saved her life. His Spider-Man mask was over her head, long auburn hair and a tube leading into Peter’s suit peeking out underneath it. Tony’s mind was suddenly back in his lab with Peter, remembering Peter had made the suggestion to make the oxygen tube to the headpiece adjustable in the first place. Such a small detail at the time, now had saved a little girl’s life.

Upon one of the paramedics removing the mask, the face of a bright green eyed girl was visible. Her hair was messy from wearing the mask, her pale face, red chubby cheeks and nose covered in freckles. She was reaching down to the pit she had just been pulled out of, worry present in her body language and written on her face. Tony wanted to move, wanted to go and help, but he felt completely frozen in place. He wanted to ask Friday if there was some kind of electrical issue with the suit, but his mouth wouldn’t work, either.

It took them eight minutes more to get Peter out.

Because his leg was trapped under more rubble, everyone had to get clear of the structure and the machines had to be brought back in so they could free him. Once they had gotten his leg free, three paramedics jumped down into the hole to get him out.

At this point the little girl was long gone in an ambulance to the local hospital, but Tony hadn’t noticed. His vision was hyper focused on the three heads bobbing up and down, shouting commands and stats at each other Tony wasn’t present enough to try and understand.

“Tony?” It was Bruce that finally tethered Tony back to his body. Hulk was gone, for how long Tony couldn’t know. Long enough for Bruce to redress and recompose himself. He felt Bruce tap lightly on his chest plate, and Tony’s suit was opening up before Tony realized he had opened it. If it wasn’t for Bruce standing right next to him, he would’ve fallen flat on his face. He leaned into his friend, draping one arm around his neck in some sort of desperate hug as he kept reminding himself to breathe.

“He’s.. What’s his… Is he..?” Tony tried to speak, tried to ask if Peter was okay, but his mouth seemed disconnected from his brain.

“They have cars waiting for us, Tony. We’re gonna meet them at the hospital, okay?” Bruce explained, slowly and clearly. Tony still couldn’t pull his eyes away from where Peter was. What the hell was taking them so damn long?

“We.. Why can’t..?” Tony made another unsuccessful attempt at asking a question as Bruce started leading Tony to a now cleared street where cars and emergency vehicles were waiting. “I wanna ride with him.”

“You’ll be able to see him when we get to the hospital, Tony.” Bruce reassured. Tony tripped, once again being saved from falling on his face by Bruce, his panicked gaze falling to the concrete below him as he tried to regain his balance. A gagged breath escaped his lips as he tried to regain his footing, feeling as if the entire world was quaking below him. Bruce helped Tony stand up straight and he started walking again, but what Tony saw in the corner of his eye made him stop dead in his tracks.

Peter, lying lifelessly on a stretcher, surrounded by medical personnel as they wheeled him towards one of many ambulances. He had a brace holding together what Tony knew was a completely shattered leg, and another round his neck. Someone had a bag valve mask pressed to his face, pumping air into his lungs. His face some ungodly shade of blue/grey.

He looked dead.

“He’ll be okay, Tony.” Bruce supplied, pulling Tony’s gaze back to him. “Tony listen to me, he’s gonna be fine.” Tony’s eyes darted back and forth between Bruce’s concerned face, and Peter being loaded into an ambulance. He looked back to his friend, falling further into his embrace as the full weight of the situation finally slammed into him. He didn’t need Friday to do the math for him. He locked eyes with Bruce once again, the familiar sensation of tears sliding down his cheeks.

“No,” His whole body was shaking, “He won’t be.”