#davy and peter look so little whoops

[ghostfrog81]

Happy monkee monday to all who celebrate

[monaisme]

Sicktember: Day 5

#5- Rogue Organ

“—and then suddenly, there’s Brad Davis, with spaghetti dripping down the front of his shirt, and MJ swearing it was an accident. I’m telling you, Pepper, I’m ninety-six percent positive that I saw her stick her foot out after he yelled at Ms. Thelma because, like, who does that?!” Peter was gesturing wildly as he relayed his day to one of his favourite people, “She’s practically an icon—and she’s like- seventy years old! Big whoop! So she didn’t give him the biggest piece of garlic bread! That’s so not cool—”

Pepper loved that bit of time she had with Peter before Tony got home. And she loved Peter’s daily retelling of the shenanigans he and his friends got into at school, but made a point to try and cut him off when he seemed to get especially worked up, “You’re right, honey, and kudos to MJ if she did manage to mete out some justice.” She turned around and started her way to the refrigerator to get a glass of milk for him. “I hope someone on staff has a chance to more officially correct-his—” Pepper stopped short of her goal, black dots encroaching on her vision, heart suddenly racing, and her knees feeling weaker by the moment. “um...”

Peter was by her side in a blink. “Pepper?” He’d already wrapped an arm securely around her waist as her knees gave out all together. “Whoa, now—I gotcha!” With superhero reflexes, Peter caught her, adjusting his grip and lifting her up into a bridal carry. “FRIDAY!” Peter called out as he rushed the now unconscious Pepper to the couch, “Call Dr. Cho and Tony, now! Tell Cho to get medical up here, stat, and let Tony know what’s going on.” He laid her out as gently as he could, then started softly patted her cheeks, “Hey, Pepper. C’mon, wake up, wake up, wake up,” Peter pleaded.  

Pepper’s eyes suddenly flew open as she gasped for air, “I’m okay—I’m okay!” She insisted even as she tried to sit up.

But Peter put an immediate stop to that. “No, Pepper!” He pressed her back down onto the couch. “Stay still, ‘kay? Just ’til someone who knows what they’re doing checks you out? Please?”

Her confusion was apparent and her eyes darted back and forth while she tried to figure out what happened. “Wha—? Peter?” Pepper finally focussed on him, “Are you okay? Did something happen?” She reached up and pressed a tender hand to his cheek.

The relief was overwhelming, and Peter had to wipe away the tears that appeared out of nowhere before he pulled her hand from his face and clutched it to his own chest. “I’m fine, Pep. I’m good. Just relax, okay?”

She nodded, then drew in a deep, calming breath as she closed her eyes. “I’m just tired, I think,” she said, mostly to herself, she thought.

But Peter replied. “Try to stay awake for a minute, please? Help is gonna be here in—” Peter stopped abruptly and looked up to the ceiling.

“Medical staff are in the elevator now. They will arrive momentarily.” FRIDAY filled in the blanks.

“See! Less than a minute!” Peter exclaimed.

Pepper smiled and nodded in agreement, “Okay, sweetie, I will... love you...” and then drifted off into sleep.

/-/-/

“Tony.”

“Hang on. Let me get these pillows fixed for you,” Tony shuffled over to the head of the med bay bed and tried to plump the pillows already set comfortably under Pepper’s head.

“Tony. I’m fine.”

Tony smiled awkwardly, “Of course you are...” he trailed off while he blatantly ignored the dark liquid in the small I.V. bag hanging on the stand at Pepper’s bedside and around the room commonly reserved for Peter on most days, and Tony less often now that he’d retired, “In fact, it’s completely normal for you to pass out for absolutely no reason at all. But no worries, you’re fine!”

Pepper sighed. “Tony, you’re being dramatic. I’m a little anaemic, that’s all.”

“No.” Tony pointed an accusing finger at his beloved. “You are a lot anaemic and currently hooked up to an iron infusion in order start trying to get your iron up to a point where we can trust that you won’t do another nosedive like earlier!”

Pepper rolled her eyes at Tony’s dramatics. “It wasn’t that bad and you know it.”

“Only because Peter was there to keep you from braining yourself on the kitchen floor!”

Pepper chose not to respond to the accusation, simply asked the question on her mind, “Where is Peter, by the way? I’m surprised he’s not here.”

Tony huffed as he sat himself back down in the recliner by Pepper’s bed. “He figured he’d be more of a help upstairs with Morgan and Happy—and he didn’t think you’d want him close by with all of the “doctor talk.”” Tony air quoted. “Yes, I’ve updated him and he knows that you passed out because of your iron levels, but the specifics, once you get them, are going to be yours to share.”

“I guess he has thoughts on having to deal with everyone and their dog knowing his diagnosis.” Pepper smiled softly. “Poor kid. We’ll have to be better about that...”

But Tony crossed his arms in frustration, “Yeah, yeah, oh, the burden he must bear. How’s about we worry about the kid later, okay?” Tony uncrossed his arms and fussed her blanket. “Where the hell is Dr. Cho?” He looked past Pepper and out into the hallway. “She said she wanted to talk to us about something when you were a little more coherent.”

It was Pepper’s turn to cross her arms in frustration. “I was coherent,” she insisted.

Tony scoffed. “I’m sorry. I’ll rephrase that... she wanted to talk to us about something when you were able to keep your eyes open for more than thirty seconds at a time.”

Pepper scowled, hating that he was probably right, and especially hating the fact that she was already starting to feel the pull of sleep again, not that she’d ever tell him now.

Pepper blinked, and the shadows in the room had shifted.

“Knock, knock.” Dr. Cho appeared at the door to Pepper’s room, rapping her knuckles against the door frame as she announced herself. “Are you feeling up for a chat now?”

Pepper rubbed the heels of her hands against her tired eyes, “Of course.” She shifted to sit up.

“Hang on, let me help, Pep,” Tony spoke softly as he pressed a button and brought up the head of her bed. “Better?”

She smiled and nodded, “Much. Thank you, love.”

Dr. Cho waited patiently as they pulled themselves together, then stepped completely into the room, and closed the door behind her. She quickly wheeled over a stool from the corner and set herself down opposite Tony at Pepper’s bedside. “Well,” Dr. Cho pulled a small tablet from her lab coat pocket and placed it beside her on the bedside table. “I’m guessing it’s safe to say this is not the evening any of us thought we’d be having, right?”  

Pepper snorted at the understatement, “Right.”

“And how are you feeling? The infusion is agreeing with you?”

“It’s fine—I might be feeling a little queasy but that could just be that I haven’t been feeling that hungry today.”

“I’m not surprised to hear that,” The doctor acknowledged. “Now, before I proceed any further, I do need to confirm that you’re okay with my having this conversation in front of Tony.” Dr. Cho looked serious. “It’s simply formality, but I have to ask.”

Pepper reached out blindly for Tony’s hand, sensing something big coming, and grasped it for dear life. “Please.” Pepper whispered. “I’d like Tony here.”

“I’m glad,” Dr. Cho smiled sadly, “because this is something I’m sure both of you will want to discuss together.”

Tony blanched. “Dear god, no. She has cancer?” His hand tightened around hers.

But Dr. Cho was quick to respond, “No! Absolutely not!” She grabbed the tablet from beside her and pulled up Pepper’s medical chart. “Let me assure you that I have seen nothing in your blood work that would have me thinking that, I promise. Now, if it would put your mind at ease, we can absolutely run some extra tests, but your white blood cell count is good. In fact, most of your numbers are good. I mean—” Dr. Cho swiped to a different screen. “Your B12 could be higher, but aside from that, your iron levels are the only real issue here, and Pepper,” she focussed her attention solely on the woman in the bed. “We’ve had enough appointments together over the years that I suspect we both know the issue.”

“Oh.” A look of realization passed across Pepper’s face.

Tony, however, sat clueless. “What- oh? Pepper?” Tony asked, “What’s going on?”

Pepper opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t seem to find any words. She looked to Dr. Cho instead.

Smiling sadly, Dr. Cho spoke directly to Tony, “Obviously, I am aware that you and Pepper have been trying to have another biological child before Pepper enters menopause without any sort of medical intervention. With Morgan being a spontaneous pregnancy at age forty-five, we had all hoped you could pull off another miracle.”

Tony nodded, confused. They all knew that.

“Over the course of the last year, Pepper has had some concerns that her cycles were changing, with her menstrual flow becoming heavy enough that she was experiencing some fatigue.”

Tony knew that Pepper had been tired. They had a kid after all... but knowing that it had been something more? “Pep? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Pepper voice shook as she whispered, “I didn’t want you to be disappointed...” her voice trailed off. “And if I didn’t talk about it...”

Tony smiled sadly at his pale wife. “Mi amore? What’s this? Taking a page out of my playbook?” He teased lightly as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple. “We both knew it was a long shot—and even if we’d only ever had Morgan, she’d have been more than enough! But now that we have Peter... and Ned and MJ are practically ours too for all the time they spend with us. Please, love. I never wanted you to sacrifice your health for a maybe or a someday. Our family is already so incredible.”

Her chin wobbled as single tear fell down her cheek. “I’m sorry.”

Tony pressed another kiss, firmer this time, to the crown of her head. “Ugh. No more of this ‘I’m sorry’ crap.” He brought his focus over to Dr. Cho. “So now it’s time to fix this. What would you recommend as the next course of action?”

“Honestly?” Dr. Cho looked to Tony before setting her sights back on her patient. “With your hormone levels still settled at pre-menopausal levels, we have no idea how much longer this will continue to be an issue; and with your cycles being heavy enough that you’re now passing out... For the sake of your health, Pepper, I’d advise at least a partial hysterectomy, but at your age, I would wholly prefer that we remove everything simply so we don’t need to risk the ‘Big C’ conversation at any point in the future. The difficulty with that, however, is that we’ll be throwing you directly into menopause, which comes with its own set of challenges.”

It was all too much for Pepper to take it.

“I’m sure that you both have questions.”Dr. Cho offered.

Neither Pepper nor Tony could think of anything to ask.

But Dr. Cho seemed understanding. “I’m going to give you two some privacy to discuss things, but before I leave, please know that this is not something we need to deal with in this exact moment. We’ll need to get your iron back up before we can plan for anything, Pepper, be it through another infusion if I’m not happy with your numbers next week, or supplements, or even a blood transfusion. Just—” Dr. Cho looked at the two of them, “take the time to talk to each other, okay?”

Pepper wiped away another tear as she nodded while Tony stood at her side, already prepared to care for the love of his life—whether Pepper liked it or not.

“I’ll instruct the nurse on duty that you are free to be released to the penthouse once you’ve finished the infusion and saline. I’m ordering modified bed rest until you’re feeling steadier on your feet.” Dr. Cho pointed directly at Pepper, “I know what you Starks are like, but I am trusting you to be honest about your physical limitations in the coming days. If you feel weak, you sit. If you need help, you ask. Slow and steady is your mantra until you’re good, but if we hit your appointment for follow up blood work and you’re still feeling shaky, like I said, we’ll need to have another chat, deal?”

“Deal,” Pepper managed a weak smile.

Tony squeezed her shoulder in support. “Thanks, Doc.”

“You are welcome,” she turned to leave, but had almost forgotten to add, “Oh, and one more thing, please be sure to tell Peter I said he did a great job when you get upstairs. You scared the ever-lovin’ shit out of that boy today, if you’ll pardon my candor, and he’s worried about you, but he also came through like a real hero. And, not that it happens often, but Tony was right. You both are a part of what I think is a pretty incredible family unit.”

Pepper and Tony both beamed at the compliment. “We really are lucky, aren’t we?” Pepper replied. “Thank you.”

With those words, Dr. Cho smiled and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Without a word, Tony climbed up onto the bed and pulled Pepper into his arms, the silence bringing peace to both of them. Pepper was unintentionally falling into another dose when Tony finally spoke, “You know what this means, don’t you, my love?”

Pepper hummed in question.

“I need to buy Peter a car.”

Pepper laughed and swatted his arm playfully. “Stop.”

“Okay, okay... seriously.” He hugged her a little closer, “This means that I get to take care of you for once. I’ll run baths for you, and I’ll make your meals...”

She smiled at the thought, “Mmm. You’ll make your mother’s lasagne?”

“I’ll make you whatever your heart desires... as long as I can hide liver and brussel sprouts in it.”

Pepper giggled and nuzzled into his chest. “Sounds like a plan.”

Tony pressed his face into her hair. “Perfect, because I’m planning on forever.”  

[nancywheelxr]

Omg omg omg omg plz do a Uncle Peter and Uncle Aaron fic

“You did what?” Uncle Aaron rasps, hand still pressing tight to his chest and slightly out of breath, and his expression is somewhere between anger and disbelief. On the other side of the room, Peter throws his hands up, mouth stuffed with a bagel.

Yup. That’s about what Miles expected.

Okay, he should probably back up a little and explain.

*

So, look, there are the facts:

The body of Aaron Davis never reached the morgue. The vehicle containing his body was shot out of the road exactly eight minutes after it left the alleyway. No suspects were apprehended and Officer Jefferson Davis was ordered to close the case twelve days later after all leads had gone cold. 

That had been nearly a year ago.

Now, here are some more– mildly less believable, but hey, last year the multiverse kinda went bananas, so who’s Miles to call anything crazy, right? – facts: 

Three weeks ago a grumpy wizard dumped Peter in Miles’ backyard. He had a cool cape, though, that Miles thinks might have waved at him at some point? Anyway, there was this wizard, right, and he dumped Peter in his mom’s hydrangeas and then he told Miles to keep an eye on Peter because Peter had apparently been cursed and couldn’t stay in their universe for the time being? No, he did not know when he’d be back to collect him, and no, he would not be taking criticisms on his plan right now.

It had all been very strange.

So yeah, that was a thing that happened. Apparently, Peter’s universe had been attacked by a sorcerer and Spider-Man got the wrong end of a particularly nasty banishing spell. 

“It was not my fault,” Peter had said, head halfway into Miles’ refrigerator, “if the Avengers could keep their damn villains of the week out of my neighborhood, then none of this would happen– hey, is the chili still good? No, you know what, nevermind, it probably is, let me just check the milk–”

And that had been that. 

“ – and you know, Harry Potter over there, didn’t have to just dump me here,” except, Peter had seemed to want to explain thoroughly what happened first, “I bet he could have just waved his hand and be done with it. He fixed the whole molecular-universe-rejection thing, didn’t he? Sorcerer Supreme, my–”

Miles had kind of zoned out after a while.

*

Those were the facts, see, and all of them were out of Miles’ hands, that’s a very important thing to notice.

*

So, since, Doctor Wizard hadn’t bothered to stay to hash out the finer details before peacing out back to his dimension, that left to Peter and Miles to figure out where to stash Peter while this whole mess was sorted out.

It’s not like Peter has a functioning social security number or even the money to buy some real state or pay any sort of rent. Sure, they could go to Aunt May’s place, but whenever Miles tried to bring it up, Peter got that weird face on, that looked kinda guilty and like, infinitely sad, and Miles didn’t have the heart to suggest it again.

Besides, he doesn’t think it would be good for May, not if this took a while.

Somehow, that ended up equaling with Peter squatting at Uncle Aaron’s old place.

It had seemed the logical conclusion, at the time. No one was using it and Miles’ dad hadn’t wanted to let go of it, not yet. Privately, Miles thinks it’s ‘cause his dad still hopes Uncle Aaron is out there, alive. The lack of a body to bury does that, he thinks, and wholeheartedly agrees with his dad.

If there’s still a chance, Miles would take it.

Anyway. So, Peter had been staying at Uncle Aaron’s place and being an all-around sorta cool mentor while helping out Miles with the whole superhero gig. 

It had really been just a matter of time until his parents caught up with it.

*

Again, let the record show, that while yes, Miles had been the one to come up with Uncle Peter, it had been Peter that came up with the marriage thing.

*

Another couple of facts to keep in mind:

Fours hours ago, Miles and Peter had busted another of Kingpin’s research facilities. Inside it, handcuffed to one of the beds, they had found Uncle Aaron recovering from surgery.

According to his retelling of events, that had been his twelfth procedure. Kingpin had been the one to pay for the Prowler gear, therefore, Kingpin owned the Prowler. Kingpin does not throw away expensive resources– not even the ones who needed open-chest surgery, blood transfusions, illegal not-yet-tested drugs, and too many lung surgeries. No, Uncle Aaron does not know what he had been planning to do with him once he recovered enough, but he figures it would be nothing good, probably blackmail him into working for him again.

Bringing him back to his old place had also brought up the fact that someone else had been living there.

Which brings them back to:

*

“Why the hell would you tell them that?” Uncle Aaron twitches, glaring at Peter like he wants to bring out his gear to saw him up a bit, “of all the all the– are you an idiot?”

Miles cringes. This is spiraling out of control fast. “Look, I know this isn’t ideal–”

“You think I want to be married to a Supervillain?” Peter, having swallowed his bagel, screams back at Uncle Aaron, seething with righteous anger, “I’m not exactly having the time of my life here either, pal!”

“Okay, I wouldn’t say he’s a supervillain, exactly,” Miles tries to placate him, “more like a henchman, maybe? And he’s totally reformed! Right, Uncle Aaron? Right?”

It’s not a real question, exactly, Miles knows that moment on Aunt May’s roof had been a turning point for his uncle, knows the second he let go of Miles, the second that bullet his chest, he wasn’t a bad guy anymore. He couldn’t be, not when his nephew was Spider-Man. 

And Miles would be damned if he wasn’t going to give his own uncle a second chance.

Still, as soon as the words leave Miles’ mouth, Uncle Aaron seems to deflate. He sighs, running a hand across his face before motioning Miles over. “C’mere, kid,” he waits until Miles is sitting beside him in the dusty couch, the white sheet used to cover it still on the floor by their feet. “Yeah, of course I’m reformed,” his mouth still twitches in amusement at the term, then falls into a grimace again, “and I’m so fucking sorry for the things I’ve done, even more for what I did to you. If I had known–” he shakes his head, “not that it makes that much better– but point is, you bet I’m done being a bad guy. I’ll never hurt anyone again, alright, and I’ll never hurt you, Miles, I’m so sorry for all of that.”

“Hey, erm,” Miles swallows past a lump he hadn’t noticed growing in his throat, and looks around, panicking at the sight of Uncle Aaron– cool, laid-back, fun Uncle Aaron– close to tears and looking wrecked by guilt. His eyes meet Peter’s across the room and he looks about as uncomfortable to be there as humanly possible, but he still gives Miles a thumbs up, smiling kindly. “It’s okay, Uncle Aaron. I know– you can do better now,” he finishes awkwardly, not quite able to stop himself from hugging him.

After a long pause, Miles feels his uncle returning the hug fiercely, holding him like he’s not yet sure this is all real. “You really are something else, kid.”

*

It had taken Miles and Peter half an hour to unhook Uncle Aaron from all the machines and monitors in his cell, and Miles had cried silently at how sick his uncle had looked and pretended not to notice the blood trail they left from where the IV tube had been hooked at the crook of his arm– Uncle Aaron had looked about to keel over and any blood wasted on the tiled floor had seemed alarming.

Peter had taken most of his weight and told Miles to go ahead make sure the hallway was clear. 

Not for the first time, Miles had wished Gwen was there, if only to bully him into being less sad.

*

“Okay,” Uncle Aaron says, huffing a little after they both had regained some sort of composure– ha! Check that out, composure, his English teacher would be thrilled with him using fancy words. “We still gotta figure this thing out.”

“I want a divorce,” Peter demands, standing with his hands on his hips, “I’m sorry but this just isn’t working out, babe.”

“Call me that again,” he warns, glaring, “and I’ll whoop your ass, lung surgery or not.”

Miles tries to picture it– breaking the news of Uncle Aaron’s return to his parents then the subsequent divorce. That would mean Peter would be homeless again and no more excuses to be hanging around Miles. ‘Sides, Peter leaving Uncle Aaron now that he’s sick would not look good. That would definitely be a problem if they want Peter to be able to stick around.

Well, shit.

“You can’t,” he blurts out, shrinking a little when both adults whirl on him, “I mean, you totally can, but it would make it so much harder because how are we gonna explain why Peter is always around? And mom kinda already likes him? She sends him casseroles sometimes, even though dad still grumbles about it.”

Uncle Aaron groans. “Of course she does,” he drops his head on his hands, “this is a mess.”

“Rio’s casseroles are delicious,” Peter admits, tilting his head thoughtfully towards the kitchen like that’s enough to make him reconsider this whole scheme.

“And I know dad is like, still annoyed you allegedly didn’t tell them about this,” Miles adds, “but I swear he’s trying to be more chill–”

“Hang on,” Uncle Aaron looks up, for the first time since they rescued him from the lab, seeming less defeated. His eyes are almost as bright as they were before, alight with something gleeful. “This would annoy the hell out of your old man, wouldn’t it?”

Miles blinks, a sense of impending doom encroaching like an inevitable storm that has nothing to do with his spider senses. “I guess?”

“Say,” he turns to Peter, giving him an assessing look, “spider-hobo, how about we strike a deal?”

“Okay, first off, I was dumped in this universe without warning, alright, it’s not like they let me pack a bag first,” Peter scowls, crossing his arms, “second, what kind of deal?”

“You need a place to stay and an excuse for my brother not to arrest you,” Uncle Aaron smirks, and Miles thinks he knows where this is going but he’s not sure how he feels about it, “and I could use a hand to keep watch, I’m sure Kingpin’s not gonna give up so soon.”

And it would have the bonus of annoying Miles’ dad which is Uncle Aaron’s favorite past time.

This is so spiraling out of control.

Peter squints. “So you want a bodyguard?”

“So you want not to be homeless?”

“Fine,” he huffs, throwing his hands up and rolling his eyes, “we’re married now, I guess. Hurray.”

“Please, you should be happy,” Uncle Aaron sits back, stretching his legs under the coffee table, “you are married to me.”

That sends Peter into another inflamed rant. “Look, I’m a goddamn catch–”

Man, Miles groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. This is going to be a disaster and with his luck, it’s going to snowball into something huge before it bursts into flames. Again, he wishes fiercely Gwen was there, he bets at least she’d get a kick out of this.

Faintly, he hears Uncle Aaron ignoring Peter in favor to nudge his feet. “Hey, kid, do me a favor and don’t mention to your dad I cursed in front of you, yeah?”

Across the table, Peter snatches another bagel, biting into it with a vengeance.

[60schickgroovy]

The Fair

(Peter)

I bobbed my sign and flexed my pecs.  I was tired and hungry and I only had one spot left to fill, so if the only reason they stopped was the size of my breasts, I was okay with that.  5 minutes later someone pulled over and I led them to my house and into the remaining opening on the lawn.  I breathed in the fresh air as I walked up the steps to the front door of my parent’s house, it was a glorious day!  Suddenly, I thought I heard someone say my name.  I turned to look around for a person, but there were none to be found. I guessed I must have misheard, my parents lived in a house near the corner and a few blocks from the Minnesota state fair so the cross street was always busy at this time of year. “Y/n!”  I turned again and noticed a red van had slowed to a stop in front of my house.  “Hello?” I squeezed between the cars on the lawn to the sidewalk and when I emerged I was surprised to say the least.  “Hi, Y/n!”  It was my high school crush, his mom and his two younger brothers.  “Hello, Mrs. L.  What a surprise!”  “Hey, Y/n.” “Hi!”  “Hi, Y/n!”  “Hi, Ben. Hi, guys!”  I waved to his brothers in the back seat.  “How are you?”  His mom asked with a kind smile.  “I’m very well thank you.”  “Where were you at graduation, you missed, Mrs. May’s speech.”  Ben asked “I know I was so bummed, but I have never been sicker in my life.  I got to skip Jennings’s final though.”  “Lucky. Anything crazy happen over the summer?” “Actually today I...” His mom was being honked at from behind.  “Here just a minute.”  She pulled past the intersection and Ben hopped out crossing over to where I was at the corner.  We talked for a while about my trip to Ireland, graduation, his boat, college and the fair.  “Yea, some of my friends are actually playing in the grandstand tonight, my cousin was supposed to come with me but her flight got delayed. Hey!  Would you like to come, I’ve got backstage passes too and it’s a pretty good line-up tonight.”  “Really?!  That would be awesome!  When should I be here?”  “Well, music starts at 7 so how about 6, gives us time to get over there maybe stop for snacks.”  “I’ll be here.”  He hugged me, which I wasn’t expecting, so I was a little stiff and after a few salutations he took off.  I stood there for a few moments and waved him off, what an odd turn of events!  I’d never seen him near my house and he never wanted to do anything with me outside of school!

 Tonight was a big night, I put on cute hoops and love beads with my favorite psychedelic top and shorts, I slipped into sandals and put my suede, fringe jacket on.  I kissed my mother, reddened my lips and headed out.  Ben was dropped off just as I stepped out.  I was preoccupied with my bangs for a moment before coming up to meet him.  “Hey, Y/n, thanks again.  Wow, you look really nice!”  “Oh! Thank you, so do you.”  Weird, Ben never complemented me.  Maybe once in our whole 6 year acquaintance.  “Let’s go, I feel like some French fries!”  I said and we walked off.  We wandered back toward the grandstand, grabbing fries and snow cones and talking along the way.  Conversation flowed freely between us and it made me remember why I had liked him, but I also saw the things that made me glad nothing had ever happened there.  He never wanted to talk about an ‘us’, even a friends ‘us’, he was self-preoccupied and he kept bringing up past girlfriends and girls who liked him now.  He was always kind of making a move while making it clear he didn’t like me that way. I was also really happy that I... “The show starts in 15 minutes, we should get to our seats!”  I said eagerly.  We found our seats right in the middle and the perfect distance from the stage. A small local band called Unless walked on stage and were introduce by a groovy guy named Eric.  Ben leaned over and asked, “Are these your friends.” “No, they’re later.  I actually do know Eric though... Woo!  Go, Eric!!”  

 As the evening progress Ben got confused, these guys were the intro band, if they weren’t my friends then it could only be the big famous band.  “Which group are you friends with?”  He finally asked as the group left the stage to loud applause.  “Oh, the M... Here they are!”  He turned to watch four young men walk on stage bouncing and making faces. “Yay!!  Peter!!!  Mike!! Micky!!  Davy!!”  I was best friends with the Monkees.  “You’re friends with them?”  He asked in awe and disbelief.  “Oh, yea. We met about a year ago.”  There was tumultuous applause and I heard Peter say, “Thank you, thank you!!” “I love you. Peter.”  I called.  Ben decided I was crazy, I didn’t know them, I just said that to seem cool and that he’d be very forgiving when I looked foolish backstage.  They hopped up and down in time as they started Last Train to Clarksville.  After a few songs and a costume switch, Mike walked up to the mic with a smile, “Now this last song is for a very special young lady in the audience tonight!  She’s special to all of us but especially to Peter.” Ben saw my face turn, from glee to shock to overwhelmed happiness.  “He told them!”  I gasped. Ben looked at me, utterly perplexed. The spotlight finally landed on, “Ms. Y/n Y/l/n, will you please report to the principal’s office.”  Micky stole the microphone.  I beamed as I got out of my seat, touched Ben’s shoulder, oblivious to his total shock and made my way to the stage.  Davy was waiting to hug me, “Congratulations.”  He whispered in my ear.  I kissed his cheek and moved to be scooped off my feet by Micky.  “I’m so happy!!”  He spun me around and I kissed his cheek to.  “You guys planned this didn’t you?”  I asked Mike, as he hugged me, “Congratulations, Babe.”  I kissed his cheek and gave him a squeeze before running into Peter’s arms.  “I love you!” He whispered.  “I love you too and I can’t believe you did all this!”  “I didn’t and I have no idea what’s next!” He warned.  “Oh god.”  I smiled as Davy grabbed the microphone.  “Now everyone’s probably wondering why we brought our friend up here.”  There was an affirmative murmur from the audience. “Well, because this morning Peter, here, asked Y/n a very important question...”  There were screams and gasps all through the grandstand.  I buried my face in Peter’s chest.  “What did you say, Y/n?”  The place got quiet as Davy held up the mic for me.  I looked into the eyes of the expectant crowd and it suddenly felt very personal and I was nervous, but then I looked up at Peter and he smiled, his warm sunshine smile and I felt confidence and joy fill me up. “Yes.”  I held up my left hand, splaying my fingers and moving it a little so the ring would catch the lights.  There were cheers and whoops enough for people in Minneapolis to hear. Peter gave me a quick kiss before heading back to his spot by Davy.  Mike pulled me over to sit in front of Micky’s drums.  “So, Y/n, here’s your favorite!”  He said to the mic.  They struck up “The Kind of Girl I Could Love.”  I beamed as I clapped and sang along softly.  Mike winked at me, I turned to see Micky wiggle his eyebrows.  Davy smiled and Peter... I could tell he meant every word.  He looked at me like no man ever had, like I was his whole world.  

 At the end of the song I was hoisted onto Micky and Mike’s shoulders and carried off stage to tumultuous applause.  The boys carried me all the way back to their trailers. We started a bonfire and had someone go get us food, the boys were starving.  “I’ll be right back, I had a friend with me and I don’t know if he’ll be able to find me.”  Peter kissed my cheek as I hopped out of his lap and hurried over to where they were letting people with backstage passes in.  There was a couple of young guys who walked right passed me, two teen girls, one of them noticed me, burst in to tears and they both fled.  Then I caught Ben’s eye, he seemed dazed but I was still too happy to notice.  The bouncer let him through and I gave him a huge hug.  “What did you think?”  “You actually know them?”  “The Monkees, well Yea.  Peter’s my fiancé and Mike, Micky and Davy are my best friends.  Do you want to meet them?  There’s corndogs and beer and stuff.”  He shrugged with a halfhearted smile.  I led him back the way I came.  The boys waved as we approached.  “Okay introductions.”  I said pretending I needed a second to prepare.  “Yea, Y/n, who is this long haired weirdo?”  Mike asked.  “Be nice Michael, this is my friend from school, Ben Lisbon.  Ben this is Mike Nesmith, Micky Dolenz, Davy Jones and my fiancé Peter Thorkelson!”  Micky gestured to the vacant seat next to him.  “Chair on the sit!”  Mike gave him a look, “Micky, Micky it’s sit on the chair.”  Davy corrected him.  “I don’t even know anymore!”  Micky ran his hands over his face, just as, “Phillis!!”  Mike’s wife emerged from his trailer.  “Y/n!  Oh, my, gosh it’s so good to see you.”  She gave me a bone crunching hug.  “Don’t squish the baby!”  I said. “I know, I’m tiny right you can hardly tell.”  I shook my head as she gestured to the large bump under her dress.  “Phil, there is a human inside you, cut yourself some slack, besides you are glowing!”  She blushed and fanned herself, batting her lashes.  “You bet your boots she is, come ‘er.”  Mike took her hand and brought her over to sit on his lap.  

 We chatted for a couple hours.  I was never happier than when I was with the Monkees, Ben was a little quieter than usual, but he had fun talking to them.  I noticed he kept trying to pull me away from Peter, it was hard, though, we kind of gravitated towards each other.  At 11 he mentioned he had to get back and in the end we all decided to go.  “We can drive!”  Said Micky glancing around at his mates with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Suddenly all four of them hopped up from their seats.  Phil sighed and shook her head.  “Come, my trusty cohorts!  Let us to the Monkeemobile!  Away!” Mike said pointing at the last exclamation.  The other three surrounded him and mimicked, “Away!”  I laughed as they marched off to the car.  I stood and offered Phyllis and Ben my arms.  Ben didn’t join in when we mimicked, “Away!”  

Soon the crazy red car was parked in front of my house, where Ben’s mom was waiting to pick him up.  I hopped out with him to say goodbye.  “I hope you had fun!  We’re a crazy group, but we do know how to have a good time.”  He stopped walking.  “Yea, it was great.  Thank you, Y/n.” He took my hand and my heart clenched.  “Y/n, do you ever wonder what would have happened if...we’d...”  He tried to catch my gaze.  “I used to.”  I responded simply, “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”  I said, trying to gently release his hand.  “I kinda thought I had.”  He said trying to make eye contact.  I sighed, trying not to laugh.  A year ago I would have given anything to hear him say that, my heart would have burst just now.  But, as soon as I left that wretched high school and got a taste of the real world, freedom, peace, true happiness and finally real love, I realized that my crush on him was a whim, a fancy and now that I could look back on our acquaintance with my new experience and knowledge I realized that not only would he make me really unhappy, I didn’t feel anything for him.  Nothing at all.  “Goodbye, Bennett.”

 When I had maneuvered into the far back seat of the car, Peter was waiting for me with open arms.  “Hi.”  “Hi.” “I missed you.”  I smirked at him.  “I was only gone a minute.”  “Yea.” He nuzzled into the hug and I kissed his hair, laughing. “I love you, Peter.”  He looked into my eyes and stroked my hair.  “I love you too.”  When the others had finished waving goodbye to Ben and his mom, Mike called back from the driver’s seat.  “Alright, Ms. Minnesota, where too.”  The smile on my face was stuck there, I smiled at all the happy, eager faces, I felt the warmth and love you feel when you have real friends. “O’Gara’s, drinks are on me!”  There was a loud cheer as the car pulled out onto the dark street.

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*I don’t own the Monkees or anything under their brand, I just wrote this story*

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[hotcupofdragons]

Peter Parker x Reader - Look at me, please.

This is my first ever story on tumblr! I haven’t written a lot in the past couple years, but I’m trying to get back into it! So sorry if this is a bit (haha ALOT) iffy. I based this short story off the Spider-Man PS4 Video game, but still used Tom’s Peter.

(I’d love if you guys gave me advice on how to better improve my work!)

Warnings: Suicide bombing 

Words: 2247

     It was a nice day, and excitement buzzed around the air.  You walked beside your best friend, Peter Parker, as you both made your way over to City Hall. You picked up your pace, fast walking, yet jogging at the same time. “Y/N, slow down!” You heard Peter shout, as he jogged to your side. “What’s the rush?”“I’m just excited, and I don’t want to miss it!” You squealed, basically jumping up and down with excitement. Peter chuckled, a smile spreading across his face as you looked towards the crowd already gathered by the steps. 

     ���I mean, it’s so amazing! First you get to to kick ass with Spider-man, and then earn a medal of honor! It’s so cool!” You took out your camera, ready to take pictures of the occasion alongside your bestie. “So, how was it being in your suit and taking down those pesky magic-users?” Peter laughed loudly at that, rubbing his temples. “It was scary and exciting at the same time, like all my missions.”    

  You nodded, a small frown forming over your face before you forced up a smile. Peter didn’t know that you were constantly worried about him, he didn’t know that anytime you heard the police over the radio your heart stopped. He didn’t know that you were absolutely terrified for him. Peter took your arm and led you over to a  place near the back, but not so far back that you weren’t able to see, or get a good shot of the ceremony.

 For the first time upon arriving, you noticed the “Re-Elect Osborn” signs posted up around the perimeter. “Wow, Norman really wants to be re-elected, huh?” You said, snapping a pic of a particularly large poster hanging up in the front.  “Hey, maybe Mr Davis should run against Norman, seeing as he’s doing a better job of keeping the city safe, right, Pete?” You playfully nudged Peter in the side. 

    “Ow, y/n,” Peter whined, playfully shoving you.  You stumbled a bit, your camera fumbling in your hands. “Bro, watch it! This was an expensive camera,” you scolded, but couldn’t help but laugh. Peter opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off as someone coughed into the microphone.

  You turned from Peter, your eyes focused on the Deputy Mayor, who stood at the podium. “Welcome, everyone. And before I hand it off to Mayor Osborn, I’d just like to say a few words...” 

   You snapped a couple of pictures, before Peter got your attention. “So, I think this gang war between Fisks men and the Demons maybe finally be over.” You turned back around, capturing more pictures, still listening to Peter. “Like...like...OVER-over?”  Peter sighed, seemingly choosing his words before continuing, “I mean, there’s some loose ends still to be tied up, but-”

    “Loose ends?” You questioned, turning your head and raising an eyebrow at him, putting the camera over your neck before crossing your arms against your chest. Peter took a deep breath, “Well...there was a truck that pulled away from the scene from a company called Consolidated Shipping. Something’s not right about it....I just don’t know what.” 

    You frowned, a little bit of fear bubbling up in your chest, but you pushed it down gave Pete a small smile. “Hm, well maybe after this we can grab some coffee and figure it out together, yea?” You turned back to face the podium as Normal Osborn took his place behind it. You heard Peter stutter a little “y-yes, of course,” and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. 

     “Well, thanks, Jim. Couldn’t have said it better myself. But I’ll try. We all know that Officer Davis is a hero...” You raised your camera, taking a good few pictures, frowning as people’s heads got in the way. You moved your angle a bit, getting a better view, and definitely a better angle. “You know...instead of having coffee..we could have dinner instead? I could come over - I’ll cook.” 

      You turned and gave Peter a confused yet amused expression. Was he trying to ask you out on a date? You were about to ask before he shut down his own suggestion. “Or we could stick to the plan and meet at a totally neutral location for a completely normal meal cooked by professionals.” 

     You let out a small embarrassed laugh, silence falling between the two as you both payed attention to the steps of City Hall. 

“...for acts of extraordinary bravery, above and beyond the call of duty, it is my privilege to present Officer Jefferson Davis, with the Department Medal of Honor.” 

     The crowd around you and Peter exploded into cheers and clapping. You heard Peter whooping beside you, which caused a wide smile on your face. That smile quickly turned into a frown as you noticed Jim run up to Norman, quickly and urgently whispering something into his ear. “What do you suppose is going on?” You asked Peter, your head nodding in the direction of the stage as Normal and Jim raced off. “No idea,” Peter commented. You shrugged, your face resuming the previous smile it had as Jefferson took the stand. 

“Uh, thank you, Mr Mayor. I share this honor with my family. My wife, Rio, and my son, Miles. Without their support, I couldn’t do what I do...” 

    Your attention turned to the side as you watched Norman’s body guards rush him away. Confusion clouded your face as you watched Jim get uncomfortably close to Jefferson. You eyes quickly shifted to Peter, who tensed up and started pushing himself through the crowed. “Peter, where are you going!?” You whispered, concern clouded your e/c eyes as he continued. You went go after him when out of no where, there was a loud explosion. 

      Screams of pain, and fear immediately took up your senses as you clutched your spinning head. Your eyes darted up, watching as a car soared through the air, on fire, and landing near the front of the crowd. You turned just in time to see Mr Davis push down Jim, who was now glowing with the same blue whiteish magic the Demons used for their weapons. It was just in time you ducked down as Jim also exploded, causing the podium to fly through the air, breaking as it shattered onto the ground.

      “Peter!” You called out, your eyes searching frantically for him. “Get down!” Next thing you know, Peter had leaped onto you, pushing you down to the floor as another explosion went off. You slammed into the ground, the wind being knocked out of you and your vision blurred. You gasped your breath, clutching your side as you sat up. Smoke filled the air, and your lungs, You sat up, thanking a stranger as they pulled you up. Peter! Where’s Peter!? Your mind raced, then your heart stopped. You watched as someone dragged Peter away from the debris, his face and clothes covered in soot. 

     “Peter!” You screamed, racing over to him and landing on your knees. You hand flew to his chest, resting on his heart. You could feel it, but he looked pale, and his eyes were closed, and his breathing was growing fainter and fainter.  “No, no, no..!” Pained sobs escaped your chest as you shook Peter, willing for him to open his eyes. “Peter, come on look at me. Look at me, Peter, come on!” You cried, holding his face in your hands. “Peter, please, come on! Look at me!” You were practically screaming now. Anger and pain exploding in your chest.  “I’m right here. You’re okay. There’s an ambulance coming, can you hear it? It’s coming, it’s gonna take care of you! You’re gonna be fine, alright? Please, look at me Peter. Don’t be scared. I’m right here, I’m right here, Pete. Come on, please open your eyes and look at me!” Your head fell onto his chest, ugly sounds escaping you as the flashing lights of the ambulance blinded you.

     You walked to a table, carrying two drinks. “Here are your drinks, ladies. Enjoy your stay,” you say, rather dully,  taking the money from one of them and making your way back to the register. It’s been six weeks since the attack at City Hall, and six weeks since Peter had been in the hospital. You had gone to see him, but were told that he didn’t want you there, which shattered your heart. But maybe it was for the best, you didn’t want to see him in the state that he was in anyway. To take your mind off things, you had gotten a job at a local coffee shop, the coffee shop you and Peter were supposed to meet up at after the ceremony. 

      Tears gathered in your eyes, wiping them away. You put the cash in the register. There weren’t many customers in, maybe about fifteen, but they either already had their coffee, or were being served by the other waiters, and waitresses. You counted the money in the register, needing something to do with your hands. Just as you closed the register, the bell to the shop opened. You looked up, and the world around you stopped.

     It was Peter, wearing a new blue jacket, since his other was ruined. His hair was in frizzy curls, so you were guessing he just woke up. You blinked at him, the world around around slowly speeding up. Happiness engulfed your chest, but as did anger. You wiped away the tears that had managed to slip, and you turned and headed to the back of the store. You opened up the “ Employees only” room, stepping inside and shutting it, just standing in the dark as you let yourself cry. The door opened, and you went to pretend you were searching for something, but it was Peter. 

Only Peter.

     “Hey...,” he said, his voice soft, and unsure as he closed the door, and flipped on the switch. You winced as the light blinded up momentarily. “H-have you been crying?” He inquired, stepping towards you, worry spreading across his face.

“Yes, I have been crying.”

“Why?”

He did not just ask you, “why?” 

     You turned to him, your face transferring from hurt to anger. “Why? Why!? Maybe it’s because six weeks ago, we were having a good time. Maybe it’s because six weeks ago, multiple people died do to some magic explosions! Maybe it’s because six weeks ago, I thought you had died!” You were pissed, frustrated, and hurt, and there was nothing that could stop the flow of tears. “Maybe it’s because, you...you told the hospital I wasn’t allowed to visit you...” You trailed off, your voice growing quiet, the only sound coming from you were quiet sobs and sniffles. You turned your back on Peter, facing the back of the closet, wrapping your arms around yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. 

    You didn’t want to look at him, you couldn’t. Because when you did, all you saw was his bruised, still body on the pavement. You continued to cry, gasping as Peter grabbed your arm, spinning you around and into his arms. He squeezed you tightly, and you just broke. Your knees were wobbly, and Peter lowered you both to the ground and onto your knees. He just held you, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead as you let out your emotions. 

    “I’m so so so sorry, Y/N. I told them not to let you come see me because...because I couldn’t bear to look at you. Everyday I was in that hospital bed, I only thought of you, and what would’ve happened if I hadn’t been quick enough to push you down....I couldn’t...nobody told me if you were okay. I couldn’t get in contact with your parents, no one. I thought maybe you had died...” His voice cracked, which caused you to looked up at him, and you could see him holding back the tears. “But then Aunt May told you were okay, and you were working here...so here I am. I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

     You took a deep breath, looking him straight in the eye. “You scared me Pete. I thought you had left me...I thought you were gone. You were barely breathing, and I thought I’d never get to talk to you again, or here your laugh, or..or-” you started sobbing again, and he pulled you in, his lips pressing against your forehead multiple times. “I’d never leave you..ever.” There was a small pause, and you heard Peter inhale before he hit you with a train consisting of three simple words. 

“I love you.”

     You froze, and pulled back from his chest, and looked him in the eyes. “Y-you what?” You weren’t crying anymore, but there were still stray tears on your face. Peter gave a tired chuckle, placing his hands on your face, removing the tears with his thumbs. “I love you, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” You didn’t realize what was happening, until it happened. Peter leaned in, placing his lips on yours, your face firmly in his hands. You kissed back, your heart swelling with love for your best friend. Your hands went wrists, then his hands. As you both drew back, you kissed the palm of one of them as he continued to stroke me cheek. “So umm...Peter..” you started. looking at him with a small smile. 

“Hm?”

“Wanna go grab that coffee now?”

“You’re such a dork.”

“Am not.”

“Yes you are.”

“Whatever.”

“I love you, Y/N. So much.”

“I love you too, Peter.”

Not my best work, as I said, just getting back into writing after not doing it for a couple years. Was it good for my first time ever writing something like this? Leave feedback below! Thank you <3