#fuzzy x petey

[maruchanart]

Dog Man OC x Canon! Fuzzy and Petey the Cat, Fuzzy is a warden at Cat Jail and tried helping him in his redemption.

[kumkaniudaku]

At Last: Part Two

Summary: Mr. and Mrs. Richmond make their union official.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: None

Part One

Under two Spanish moss trees, the two that towered highest above the rest like gods watching over their creations, Patrice and Terrence were due to share vows and declarations of love with a small crowd of family looking on as witnesses in less than twelve hours.

Her mother referred to the quick turnaround between engagement and nuptials as a “small miracle” as she and her elder sister meticulously planned details that even Patrice had overlooked in the haze of the evening. 

Truthfully, after all the fuzzy feelings and congratulatory bubbly had worn off, she was left with a gaping pit of confusion deep within her belly. Terry had promised one year to prepare for a life together. That amounted to 365 days to learn, grow, and get ready for eternity. A calendar year to decide if the eagerness of fresh love could bloom into something everlasting. Three hours ago, she didn’t need any more convincing. Now, having 365 days cut nearly in half with a wedding occurring on the other side of the sunrise had suddenly become suffocating. 

They hadn’t taken a traditional road, one paved with tangible milestones on the journey to name changes and legal titles. There was no high school sweethearts storyline to follow. They hadn’t awkwardly fumbled over kisses after a first date or met each other’s parents at a Sunday evening dinner. Terry never officially asked to be her boyfriend and she never really treated him as a man to date on the way to some serendipitous revelation that he was, indeed, the one. In her mind, they’d always existed as lovers, time moving in a flat circle back to him as the only man at the altar when she envisioned jumping the broom with a new last name.

But, even with all roads leading back to Terrence James Richmond, the cotton sheets beneath her tired body provided no refuge. She was restless in the dead of night, head pounding with uncertainty and throat raw with questions. She kicked at the thick duvet for some relief from the stifling heat in the bedroom of the tiny guest cottage she and Imani were forced to share for the night. 

Because, even if she and Terry didn’t adhere to tradition, the women of her family held strong. 

Next to her, Imani grumbled into her pillow before flipping the bedside lamp on with a huff. 

“Damn, Petey, what now? You must wanna look like Frankenstein at the altar tomorrow.” 

“I’m sorry. I can’t get comfortable.” 

“What I gotta do? My arms ain’t big as his but I can be the big spoon. Turn over.”

Imani jokingly cuddled up to Patrice, pretending to be Terry as she spoke to her in a dramatically deep voice. “I love you, girl. You the only woman in the world, girl. Kiss me a hundred times so I don’t melt away, girl!” 

Patrice couldn’t hold back her laughter at her cousin’s silly imitation of a man she’d only just met in person but managed to get his mannerisms down to a science. She was good like that. Always able to break the ice and calm Patrice with a joke, even through troublesome storms. 

Turning in Imani’s arms, Patrice faced her cousin to feel less alone in the world. Imani adjusted her bonnet and looked back with a faint smile. 

“Tell me what’s wrong. You nervous?” 

“No, I don’t think so.” 

“Anxious?” 

“Not that one either.” 

“Worried.” 

Patrice nodded and chewed her bottom lip before answering. “That’s the one.” 

“Spill. You already got me awake. Might as well make it interesting.” 

“I wish I could but, I don’t know what exactly I’m worried about,” she started, shifting to her back to search for answers on the vaulted ceiling. She found nothing. “You think this is all moving too fast? It’s only been a few months. We said we’d wait a year at least.” 

“A year? Three months? Who’s countin’. Those rules are made up.” 

“Yeah, but what about the courting? The whirlwind romance? Being held close while you dance in an empty jazz club tasting champagne on his lips while Etta James plays in the background? What about all that?” 

Imani watched her cousin jump from the bed, waltzing in circles with her head thrown back, treating the empty space between the bedframe and dresser like a palace ballroom. An amused smile tugged at her lips as she sat up to get a better view. 

“Girl,” she exclaimed, laughing and shaking her head to Patrice’s dismay. “None of that shit is real! You watched the Brandy Cinderella one too many times during the pandemic.” 

“Only four times. Five. Six if you count the time we watched it on FaceTime.” 

“That’s why it’s rotting your brain now. How many times you been in love?” 

“Once,” Patrice answered, her mind drifting to Terry and what he might be doing all alone in that room upstairs.

“It’s been three times for me. And guess what?” she questioned, not expecting an answer. “None of them had a formula. Love is illogical, girl. There are no steps or rules or movie scripts to guide you through this shit! It’s about the willingness to give yourself over to something incomprehensible in hopes that you found your person for as long as you can hold on to them.” 

Imani’s rant floated around the room until it began to burrow itself deep into Patrice’s ears in hopes of reaching her brain. She stood there, taking every word in, eyes intently focused on her wise older cousin, knowing she was right yet having a hard time turning that insight into something she could fathom for herself. 

She’d always had a plan that she followed to the letter. She thrived in logical next steps and absolutes. The black and white kept her organized. Routine was her center. But love with Terry? That was different. That was whimsical. That was girlish pining and a botched kiss when they pretended to be a couple for one night during senior prom. It was time away wondering what their bond had become amid infrequent communication and eventual radio silence. Their love was reuniting as adults and running so fast into dizzying passion that she hadn’t time to wrap her mind around what had happened over the last seven months. Their love was intense and scary, beautifully abstract with no rhyme or reason. Nonsensical even. But it worked. 

Scooting to the edge of the bed and standing to her feet, Imani mimicked a chivalrous prince, pulling Patrice into a silly little waltz around the room. “Create your own fairytale, P. Everything doesn’t have to make sense.” 

“You think he misses me?” Patrice asked, her voice so tiny and meek that it almost surprised Imani. “Think he’s thinking about me like I’m thinking about him right now?” 

“Only one way to find out.” 

A mischievous smile spread across Imani’s face as she dashed for her phone. Patrice chased after her, calling for her to stop what she was doing at such a late hour. 

Ordinarily, Terry would be asleep. He was never one to stay up too far beyond the early hours of the night, often dragging Patrice away from a good book to force her to sleep beside him. 

Peaceful slumber, however, had been elusive all night. The moon was too bright. The room? Too hot. He could complain about the bed being a hair too soft or the floorboards creaking too loud whenever someone would sneak down the hallway for a late snack, but all of those would be a deflection from the true issue - he missed Patrice. 

Just as his longing was reaching a tipping point, his phone buzzed against the solid oak nightstand. He had half a mind to ignore the sound. It was likely his mother confirming details yet again or one of his twin sisters finally responding to the engagement video, he thought to himself as he lay on his back staring at the constant revolution of the ceiling fan. 

Then another buzz came accompanied by several more to let him know this was a phone call and only people with emergencies call at that hour. 

He answered without looking at the screen to verify the caller.

“Hello?” He answered, slightly annoyed by the interruption. 

“Terry put some clothes on and come to the cottage. We got an emergency.”

“A what?” 

“Boy, just come on! Skip the third step from the bottom and go out of the side door by the kitchen.” 

Terry wished that sneaking around his fiancée’s family home was among the silliest things he’d done in the middle of the night for a woman. 

He carefully slipped into a hoodie and sneakers before tiptoeing his way down the stairs, through the kitchen, and out of that side door like Imani instructed. The moonlight provided the only guidance down the cobbled pathway leading to a tiny shack at the edge of the property with a little light flipped on in the bedroom. 

Imani watched through the peephole with Patrice hot on her heels, peering over her shoulder as if she could see too. 

Moanie shrugged her away with a harsh whisper. “Girl, get off my ass. He’s coming!” 

Patrice backed away with her hands up in surrender. The wait for his eventual appearance felt like forever. She fiddled with the hem of her nightgown, wondering if he would care that this was all a half-baked scheme to circumnavigate their forced separation. 

Terry ambled up the dirt path with his normal scowl and fists pushed into his pockets to shield his hands from the wind chill. Imani timed his arrival perfectly, swinging the door open before he created a disturbance by knocking. 

“Everything good?” He asked, one eyebrow hiked high as Imani pulled him into the cottage by his arm. 

She stepped back and gestured toward Patrice who stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. 

“I just wanna sleep,” she sighed. “Take her, go in that room, and do whatever y’all do until the morning. Then you gotta dip because I’m not getting in trouble for y’all. My mama will still hit me.” 

Terry’s eyes drifted from Imani to Patrice, catching how she looked nervous under his gaze. He smiled and extended his hand for her to take. 

“C’mon. Let’s go to bed.”

His voice, honied and soothing to her soul, gave Patrice her first rush of comfort in what felt like forever. She placed her palm in his and trailed behind him as he led the way. 

Imani called behind them. “Please, don’t have sex on the bed. I gotta sleep here until Tuesday and I don’t really need that image in my head.” 

“Can’t make any promises but, thank you. I’ll make sure you get the bouquet.” 

“Hard pass. Give it to Moon’s desperate ass. I like to let my fairytales unfold organically.”

She winked at her cousin just before Terry could close the bedroom door to block them from the outside world. 

Wrapped in the midnight hour, they’d finally found peace. 

Patrice watched from the bed as Terry stepped out of his shoes and pulled off his hoodie to expose bare skin to the night air. He slowly crawled in beside her, brushing his fingers against her midsection to guide her against the mattress the way he liked. He pulled her close to his chest to rest his nose in the crook of her neck for a deep inhale of her unique scent. She sighed and pressed even closer, at ease once eyelashes painted butterfly kisses where his warm breath fanned against her skin.

“How’d we get like this,” he laughed once they were settled.  “Can’t even fall asleep without each other.” 

“I still think you put a spell on me in that bathroom. I loved sleeping alone before then.” 

“Had to pull out all the stops for you, baby.” 

“I’m just that fine, huh?”

He chuckled and closed his eyes, already feeling slumber's clutches coming for him in the darkness. His grip around her waist tightened. She trailed her fingers up and down his forearm with her focus on the soft rustle of the linen curtains against the window. Her mind quieted. The room fell silent save for steady, deep breathing and the crickets making music outside. 

“You wanna know something?” 

Terry blinked himself awake to answer. “What?”

“They call me Petey because I had a big crush on Tobey Maguire as Spider-Man one summer,” Patrice admitted in the darkness. “I figure if you’re gonna be my husband by this time tomorrow, you should know.” 

No answer. Only the smack of his lips pulling away from the skin behind her ear in another kiss. He knew not to interrupt her fleeting moment of vulnerability with the silly joke on the tip of his tongue. So, he joined her confessional.

“I used to think Roxanne from A Goofy Movie was fine.”

“The animated dog?”

Terry scoffed. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know being attracted to a human spider was better.” 

Their shared laughter reverberated off the walls, uncorking the bottled-up pressure to be present as perfect beings to the world. Terry felt Patrice’s ribcage expand and contract in his embrace as she took a deep breath to release pent-up nerves, silently thanking God that he was the one allowed to mold himself into the curves and contours of her body every night. 

“I want to know more about you.” she requested, sounding like a child asking for a bedtime story. “Tell me something else.” 

So he did. With no hesitation, he told her secrets that seemed so daunting to share until she was the one listening. Anxieties about the future fell from his lips freely, receiving no judgment on the other side. He told her about his fear of clowns and felt his first dose of validation when she agreed that expressionless mimes shouldn’t be around children. The backstory of the small scar on his upper lip was followed by a giggly recollection of the time she put her brother in the dryer to see how long he could spin without getting sick which made him laugh until his abdomen ached. Together they shared uncomfortable memories that introduced intense insecurities, weird theories about the existence of intergalactic forms, and wondered if LeBron James was secretly an android. An elementary game of 21 Questions created a crash course in the entire history of one another. 

They lay there together in a pitch-black room drunk off the jagged, imperfect pieces of each other until their eyes burned with exhaustion and sleep was no longer an option. 

The last thing Terry whispered into Patrice’s ear was a promise to never stop learning about her, to never stop being curious about her likes, dislikes, hopes, and dreams as long as they both lived. She could barely mumble out a worthwhile response but hoped that her gentle hum served as an oath to do the same.

By morning, he was gone. Out into the breeze by first light, leaving only his scent on Imani’s pillow and the fleeting memory of his fingers making a home between Patrice’s legs with whispered praise on his lips as evidence that his presence wasn’t an apparition in the witching hour. Patrice couldn’t resist burying her face into the sheets, squealing and kicking her feet beneath the duvet in elation. 

She was getting married. 

“Y’all are so cute,” Imani swooned, leaning against the bedroom doorframe as she watched her cousin hold a pillow close to her chest like an actress in a romantic drama. “We gotta get you ready, sis! It’s your wedding day!”

People whisked around all morning like busy worker bees, each one darting off to a new place around the estate to fulfill a purpose. Some balanced stacks of white chairs under their arms like magicians to turn a portion of the backyard into a wedding venue. Others hustled through the kitchen’s service door with mounds of ingredients for what could only described as a feast fit for royalty. Women giggled on their way out of the backdoor to meet Patrice and her small entourage to prepare her for a day she’d planned as a girl, but never saw coming together in a dizzying whirlwind such as this. 

In the cottage, women laughed and sipped tea in porcelain cups to go with their fancy hors d'oeuvres on fancier china. The soothing purr from an antique sewing machine placed careful stitches in a beautifully plain satin gown gifted by Imani and Rosalyn to ensure that the garment was made to Patrice’s exact proportions. She was a princess for the day, the world bending to her every whim.

Terry wasn’t so lucky. The bedroom was still too hot and growing even hotter with each unwanted guest moving in and out with more questions than he thought he needed to answer. He wanted a moment to write out heartfelt vows with pen and paper but found himself so frustrated with the whole production that he slammed his writing utensil against the writing desk in the corner and cursed at the wall. 

Another visitor tsk’d behind him. “Boy, you better not let Mama hear you talkin’ like that.”

”She’d pull that ear clean off the side of your head!” 

Equally raspy voices made Terry sigh with relief before he stood to his feet. As two almost identical copies of their mother, Zorah and Zanah were Terry’s first loves. He remembered the day they entered into the world. So precious and honey brown with striking chocolate eyes that could make him bend to their will without a word. He watched them mature through the world like their hired security, never letting harm come to a single hair on their head. He wiped tears, kissed scrapes, and played with dolls like a third parent. When they went their separate ways to grow into adults with individual hopes and dreams, he cried in secret like he’d been the one to birth them. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d hugged his baby sisters but he knew he’d never needed their embrace quite like he needed it in that moment. They hugged him back, two sets of arms wrapping him up in a quiet group hug until he’d had his fill. 

“How is this supposed to be the happiest day of your life and you’re in here cussin’ and breathing all heavy,” Zorah, the oldest of the pair, asked as she cleared her brother’s face of invisible debris. 

She’d always acted as his surrogate mother despite being six years his junior. The everpresent pillar of stability, she left home as soon as she could to explore the other side of the country at UCLA in hopes of studying the ins and outs of music performance. Tall and athletic with long dark locs, her voice became her calling card, but her big brother knew her as a young lady that was once too afraid to sing in the children’s choir at church. 

“You know how Terry is. He think he Obama. All serious for no reason sometimes.”

“That’s not true.” 

“You’re right,” she conceded. “You never gon’ be fine as Obama.” 

Zanah was the hell raiser. Loud and full of energy with an afro big enough to block the sun, she lived to tease her older brother. A zest for bold flavors that could bring even the worst enemies together for a good meal sent her in search of the best culinary school their parents could afford. If you could dream it, she could make it appear in the kitchen with little effort. Terry admired her for her gift, but couldn’t stand her poking and prodding at his expense. 

He kissed his teeth and broke free from their short-lived period of civility. “Treece and the girls are out back. She’ll be happy to see y’all. Zo, get the rings from Daddy as soon as you can. You know how he gets.” 

The twins rolled their eyes at each other while watching Terry pout on his way back to the writing desk for another crack at his speech. Zorah was the first to move with Zanah bringing up the rear. 

She stood over his shoulder to take stock of what he’d managed to write in his time alone. Half sentences and scribbled words scratched through several times over littered the page as if a madman had gotten ahold of his journal. Something about how much he cherished her but with far too much Shakespearean language to be sincere made Zanah giggle behind him.

She sat on the edge of the desk, pretending to judge his work. “Are you writing your vows or the sequel to Romeo and Juliette?” 

“Zanah, please. Pick with me after all of this is done. I can’t deal with the stress right now.”

An invisible weight seemed to push Terry into a defeated hunch, forcing his head into his hands as he angrily rubbed at his eyes. His stress tick was back and more ferocious than ever. Zorah flanked his other side and gave her twin a look of concern before looking back at him.

“Wanna pretend we’re Patrice to practice?” 

He sighed. “No, not really.” 

“Don’t be like that. We won’t tell and you gotta get a move on these vows. It’s a win-win.” 

Terry sat back in his chair to mull over their proposition. A practice run couldn’t hurt. At worst, he’d rid himself of the useless mass of words clogging his brain. 

“Fuck,” he conceded, pushing back from the desk with a loud scrape across the wooden floor. “Look, be nice. If I say something stupid or too mushy just let me finish, alright?” 

“It wouldn’t be nothing we ain’t heard you writing poems about before,” Zanah laughed along with Zorah. 

Terry showed her both of his middle fingers with a smirk as he walked to the center of the room. His days as an amateur poet were a well-kept secret that only his family was forced to witness. One day, when he and Patrice were old and grey, he’d reveal a shoebox full of terrible musings in her honor.

Taking a needed inhale through his nose and long exhale through his mouth, Terry prepared to ramble through his feelings. 

“When I try to imagine my life without you, my mind goes blank. It’s kinda like when you get an error message on a computer or something. No images, no search results, nothing. Empty.” Terry began to pace, finding inspiration in the back-and-forth motion. 

Zorah pressed for more. “Why?”

“I’m not supposed to imagine life without you, Patrice. I don’t want to experience another birthday or Christmas, Earth Day, Juneteenth, shit anything if you’re not there. I prayed for you.” Terry didn’t anticipate getting choked up until the sensation brought with it a lump in his throat. All of the instances he’s asked God for guidance in matters of the heart came rushing back to his remembrance with only one answer at every turn. “Trying to imagine an existence without you feels like I’m telling God that bringing you back to me wasn’t enough.”

His eyes flashed up to his sisters, finding them in the throws of emotion right along with him. 

“Keeping going. Bring it home,” Zanah encouraged. “Give her the fireworks, loverboy!”

Terry laughed through misty vision. “I’m excited to spend the rest of our days together. Tonight, I’m promising you a lifetime of my protection, my devotion, and my desire to show up every single day to make our time together worth the wait. Thank you for choosing me, baby. Let me work on making sure you never regret that decision.” 

A slow clap took over the room, first from two sets of hands that Terry expected, making his shoulder slump from relief. 

“Shit, now I gotta remember all that.” 

“Don’t worry, we recorded,” Zorah assured.

But there was still applause. He whipped his head around to investigate the extra spectators and found his parents beaming from the room’s threshold. 

Diedra spoke up first as she made a beeline for her son. “Oh my God, oh my God! This is really happening. My baby is about to be somebody’s husband.” She claimed his face with her hands, distributing doting kisses on both of his cheeks. “Beautiful vows. Remind me of your father’s.” 

“Not nearly as eloquent,” Marvin laughed, joining the conversation. “Matter of fact, I don’t think I got past the to have and to hold portion without stuttering. The pastor had to move us along because I was so tongue-tied.” 

“Yeah, but the feeling is the same. Your heart’s in the right place.”

“Not right now,” Terry laughed before kissing her forehead. “My heart is in my ass, Mama. Stomach too.” 

The Richmond family laughed harmonious laughs, providing the first bit of ease Terry had felt all morning. 

Marvin reached out to grab his boy’s shoulder for a small squeeze. In all his wildest dreams, he couldn’t have imagined a better man than Terrence had become. All the rearing, the man-to-man talks, the tough love, and every stern redirection had become another foundational brick in not only a worthwhile man but a spectacular human. 

He looked around the room at his girls and wife, trying to hide the overwhelming rush of emotion tightening his chest. “Can you ladies give us a moment?”

Zanah released a dramatic sigh.

“Oh, here we go. They about to cry a river in here. Come on, y’all. Patrice says they’re opening another bottle of champagne and you know I don’t like to miss hearing a cork pop.” 

“You honestly need to talk to somebody about that.” 

“We talk all the time, Zo!”

Time winding down turned advice into a hot commodity, transcending social groups as the sunset drew closer. Everyone had an opinion, an unsolicited tidbit on how to navigate the peaks and valleys of marriage. A hodgepodge of dos and don’ts thrown out like casual information whether Patrice wanted it or not. 

Don’t go to bed angry. Have sex every night. Make sure there’s a separate account for personal emergencies. Keep the kids out of your bed. Some were helpful, others mostly nothing but projections and special circumstances veiled as some sage secret that Patrice and Terry should offer special thanks for receiving.

Nerves were turning into embers of annoyance. By late afternoon, they’d both requested for rooms to be emptied and questions to cease. They’d had enough. No more information. No more guidance. Anything left to learn was up to the test of time, not a bunch of people who meant well, but would ultimately return to their own lives with no say so in what went on between the newlyweds.

Reprieve came when the white chairs were in perfect rows on either side of a flower-lined aisle, ties were neatly draped underneath starched button-up collars, and dresses were pressed to perfection. The sun had begun to dive behind the clouds, leaving the sky full of pink and orange hues. A half-moon hung high in the sky as if it were invited to witness a show made especially for the cosmos. Guests took their seats without care given to which side belonged to the groom or bride. They were all family now. A beautiful mix of lineages and temperaments bonded for as long as Patrice and Terry saw fit. 

At the altar, Sybil stood under two Spanish moss trees towering high above the rest, her gray hair pulled up into an ornate headwrap that matched her dress. She smiled up at both trees as if saying hello to living, breathing beings before asking stragglers to take their seats. 

From the kitchen’s sliding door, Terry bounced on his toes, waiting on his cue to step into the early autumn chill. A tailored suit hugged him close, finally fulfilling its duty to carry him down a path lined with his love's favorite flowers to forever bond himself to the woman handpicked for his unwavering fidelity. 

This was the moment. Fate had willed it so. He wouldn’t turn back for any reason. Destiny had come knocking and he welcomed her in with open arms. 

Dreamy chords from a baby grand piano served as the soundtrack to his final walk as a single man. Measured steps carried him forward, his chest puffed with pride and his shoulders rolled back in the type of relaxed confidence only afforded to people who had no doubt that they were on the exact path they’d been ordained to traverse.

Candles and soft, white light from paper lanterns hanging nearby provided romantic theatrics to accompany his every step. Voices whispered, some calling his name, others leaving comments as he passed. In his periphery, he caught a glimpse of his family. DeeDee’s eyes welled with happy tears as Marvin rubbed her back for comfort. His sisters, both beside themselves with excitement, flashed Terry a look at the wedding bands as a final check-in on their whereabouts. 

At the altar, Junior waited for his arrival as his best man. Terry had requested his presence during a surprisingly heartfelt conversation where Junior had all but lifted his brother-in-law off of his feet to show his appreciation. 

“I love my sister, man.” He repeated over and over under the spell of brunch liquor. “I’m happy it’s you, T. I’m happy it’s you for my sister, man.” 

Junior tapped his right hand over his chest and nodded at Terry, jumping right back into the masculine display of affection that had escaped him when no one else was around. 

Patrice watched it all unfold as she carefully made her way into the kitchen at the tail end of a secret mission to hide her from her husband. Imani trailed her with a bouquet of blue hydrangeas in one hand and the train of her dress in the other. If not for her heels clacking against the black and white tile on the floor, Patrice was sure that her cousin could hear her heart thudding against her sternum. 

“Alright, girl, this is where I leave you,” Imani spoke, a small smile forming as she took another look at Patrice. She tucked a stray curl back into place and presented her with the flowers. “You look beautiful, P. Stunning. My friend is all grown up. I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you, Imani. For everything. Let’s not allow too much time to pass before we see each other again, okay?” 

“Of course. I’ll be back for Christmas. But, don’t focus on me. You gotta get down the aisle, Mrs. Richmond.” 

Patrice sighed and grinned at the mention of her new last name. “I can’t believe this is happening.” 

“Believe it, baby! It’s time.” 

A final hug connected the two before Imani was out of the door and comically announcing the bride’s arrival before taking her place as maid of honor.

She stood behind that glass door, beaming as all in the area stood in anticipation of her entrance. 

You fix your makeup just so

Guess you don’t know that you’re beautiful 

Try on every dress that you own 

You were fine in my eyes a half hour ago

Terry had mentioned the song in passing once, commenting on how he heard it in a department store and found John Legend kind of corny. What he didn’t mention was that he was in the department store getting fitted for the very suit he wore as he watched Patrice walk toward him and how he took the song as a sign that he was doing exactly what God intended. 

That cheesy song from a cheesier artist was the reason he was dabbing at the corners of his eyes with his knuckles to stop the incoming tears. 

In a lovely satin dress with a high halter neck, Patrice was the center of attention. Imani had specifically chosen a white dress without any reverence for outdated tradition. If her girl was to be wed, she’d be in the appropriate color, no doubt. A split in the front was a personal gift to Terry, a peek at her oiled legs with each step immediately catching his attention.

Her bantu knots were unraveled, leaving behind shiny, bouncy curls that framed her face just right. Soft makeup enhanced ancestral facial features. Minimal jewelry kept the look tailored to her flare for the understated. 

When she waved at Terry, he waved back with a smile so wide that it made his cheeks burn. In all of her glory, every perfect inch from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, was his to cherish. 

And this evening, I won’t let the feeling die 

I never wanna leave your side

Before the music could fade to make way for the ceremony, Terry had already found himself unable to hold back emotion. His fingertips were damp with tears as he assisted Patrice onto the low platform. 

“Sorry,” he whispered while she pulled the handkerchief from his breast pocket and used it to clean his face. “Think they got all this in the photos?”

“I hope so. Might get a couple wallet-sized prints to carry in my purse.” 

Patrice chucked as she tucked the pale blue fabric behind her bouquet’s stem and smoothed Terry’s collar. He captured her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. 

Sybil cleared her throat. “We aren’t at that part yet, but I love the enthusiasm. Should we get to the good stuff?” 

Patrice hoped the good stuff was captured in ultra HD on a camera somewhere. She couldn’t bring herself to care about the flowery words and intricate language. She tried her hardest to listen for her name to avoid embarrassing herself in front of everyone hoping to see something movie-like unfold in front of their eyes. But seeing the light etch beautiful reflections and shadows on Terry’s skin was all she could lend her focus to in the moment. 

Luckily, she made it through her vows without stumbling, even managing a joke that garnered a communal chuckle. 

“Honestly, we’re lucky this is happening now instead of at 18 like you said you wanted. I got to see Juicy J at homecoming one year and that wouldn’t have happened if I was chasing behind you in my 20s. You cute but not miss a Juicy J concert cute.”

She listened to Terry sniffle his way through heartfelt lines, occasionally wiping under his eyes to clear his vision. He gripped her hand tight and bathed her in a gaze so intense it sent a shiver down her spine. 

What she was present for, however, was the grand finale. 

“Do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?” Sybil asked Terry though she was already sure of his answer. 

His top lip almost disappeared from being stretched so wide in his smile. “I do.” 

Sure as he knew his first name, Terry affirmed his decision with two words and all of his teeth on display. Sybil looked to Patrice, finally seeing her niece as a woman and not the little girl that kept her on her toes every summer. 

She took a deep breath and then laughed. “Lord, now I’m crying!” The family laughed, some using the moment to wipe away their own tears. “Okay, I’m back. Do you take this man to be your husband -” 

“Yes! I do! I mean you can finish if you need to, but that’s my answer. One billion times, yes.”

There was no need. Under the twinkle of ancestors acting as stars and God showing his splendor in the marvelous brightness of the moon, man and woman became one. Mr. and Mrs. Richmond, free to jump hand in hand over a small, decorated broom to honor the folks that had come before them.

Well wishes came in abundance. Gifts big, small, and monetary spilled from a small table onto the rug beneath. Toasts became the preferred way to start a conversation. Buttons and ties had come undone from tight collars. High heels swapped for sensible shoes. Couples already squarely in the mature stages of partnership rushed to slow dance in the center of the communal area between tables. Pictures memorialized a wondrous occasion. They’d sign official paperwork another day. Tonight was for celebration.

While the party raged on, Patrice and Terry sat in the center of the table wrapped up in one another. His chin rested in the palm of her hand as he watched her lips move in time with the lyrics to a line dance song her parents led on the makeshift dancefloor. Her fingernails gently scratched at his jaw, an absentminded habit she’d picked up recently. He nudged her temple with his forehead like a cat begging for affection. 

“Hmm,” she hummed, not looking in his direction. He repeated his actions to receive the attention he craved. She finally looked over and giggled. “What, baby?” 

“Nothing. Just wanted you to look at me.” 

Patrice pressed her nose to Terry’s before placing a soft kiss on his full bottom lip. “Let’s get away from here for a second. Follow me.” 

Without question, Terry allowed Patrice to tug him along, past the throngs of dancing guests, away from music blasting out of jumbo speakers, down a shallow hill, and to a small lake shimmering in the night. 

He held her steady when she stopped short to remove her heels, saying something about needing to feel the grass between her toes. She jogged the rest of the way to the lake with Terry holding her shoes and taking long strides to catch up. 

She carefully lifted her dress before stepping into the water, only allowing it to cover the sides of her feet as she tilted her chin to the sky. Terry watched her with a placid grin and low eyelids. 

“You having fun,” he asked as he placed her belongings on a tree stump and stuffed his hands in his pockets. 

“Mhm. You?” 

“Yeah. I am.” 

“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” 

He watched her for a few seconds more, admiring the way she seemed to salute every piece of nature in the vicinity. 

“You know, we didn’t get a first dance.” 

Patrice stopped creating ripples in the water with her toes and looked over at Terry. “Oh shit, we didn’t, huh? Wanna go back and do that? I don’t even have a song picked out. Slipped my mind, I guess.” 

“Nah, it’s cool,” he answered, still smiling. “We can dance right here.” 

He presented his hand for her grab, pulling her from the lake with care until she was up against his chest. They swayed to nothing for a second while Terry fiddled with his phone to find something worthy of their time. Patrice closed her eyes to listen to the breeze, more content with the wind as a soundtrack than she expected. 

Soon, Etta James came rolling through his phone’s speakers. 

Terry dropped one hand just above Patrice’s backside, the other wrapping around her back to lead them in a slow dance. A waltz of sorts in the blue moonlight. 

Her hands snaked up to the top of his head and pulled him as close as he could be, his nose so tight against her neck she could feel the slight suction and release from every breath. 

They stayed there, moving side to side under Etta James’s sweet song of found love until all distractions faded and left them in the fullness of each other. 

Patrice angled her head upwards as Terry kissed along her collarbone. Then her ear. Her cheek, her nose, and, finally, her lips. 

As he said I love you without words, Patrice tried to place the sweet taste of citrus and apple on his tongue. Was it dessert? Maybe her lip gloss or the fancy compote from their dinner plate? 

No, none of those. 

She closed her eyes tighter to taste more. There it was. The ghost of her fantasy. The secret marker of her one true love. 

Champagne.

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The Great War

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peters double life causes serious strain on your relationship

Masterlist

Peters's knuckles were bruised like violets when walked into campus one chilly Monday morning. He flexed his aching hands a few times before hiding them in his pockets so no one could see them. He sat beside you in his morning lecture class and cupped your face to kiss you hello, momentarily forgetting about his bruised knuckles.

“Oh my God. What happened to you?” You gasped and took Peters hand.

“Huh? Oh that? I, uh, I fell.” Peter quickly lied and withdrew his hand.

“You fell? On your knuckles?” You laughed in confusion. Peter began to panic when he saw the skeptical look on your face.

“Yeah. It’s this technique I learned online. Instead of using your hands it break your fall, you use your knuckles. Its better for your wrists since they won’t feel the impact. It’s called the Donkey Kong.“ Peter exclaimed as his eyes darted to the side. You gave him a strange look before taking his hand to look at his knuckles again.

“I don’t know, Petey. These are really bruised. It looks like you punched someone. Like, a bunch of times. Just a rain of punches. Over and over. Like this.” You said as you punched the air back and forth as if you were fighting someone. Peter felt his face get hot as you described exactly how he had gotten those bruises.

“What? What situation would I be in that I would be doing something like that? That’s crazy? What a silly girl you are. A real silly Billy.” Peter laughed nervously as he tried to deflect you. It backfired as his odd behavior only made you more suspicious.

“You okay?”

“I’m great. I gotta go study for my gym test. Love you. Bye.” Peter quickly kissed you before running away. As much as he hated lying to you, he knew he had to do it to conceal his double life. But lately, it was getting harder and harder to keep you in the dark about his Spiderman duties. You were growing more and more suspicious of his behavior, all while Peter was feeling more and more guilty about lying to you.

You were in Peters bedroom a few days later with open textbooks and notes all around you. You were supposed to be studying for an upcoming exam together but Peter could barely focus on anything but the fuzzy little shorts you had on. He knew you were freezing but wanted to wear them anyway because you thought the snowflake pattern was cute, and that made it all the more adorable to him.

“Why is it so cold in here?” You asked and rubbed your hands together.

“Oh, thanks for asking. It’s because my landlord hates us.” Peter said with a cheery smile. You laughed at him before getting off his bed to go to his closet.

“Is it okay if I grab a sweatshirt?” You looked over your shoulder at him as you opened his closet doors. Peter saw his Spiderman suit hanging right in the middle of his closet and felt the color drain from his face.

“Don’t in there!” He exclaimed as he spun you around and shut the closet doors behind him. You gave him a strange look and Peter immediately regretted his reaction.

“Sorry. It’s just really messy in there and I don’t want you to see it.” Peter lied.

“Oh. Okay.” You nodded but didn’t sound like you believed him. Peter grabbed a hoodie off the back of his desk chair and weakly held it out to you.

“Here. And if you’re still cold, we could get under the covers.” Peter said with a cheeky smile.

“I like the sound of that.” You smiled in return before leaning in to kiss him. Peter slipped an arm around your waist and easily lifted you off the ground. He brought you over to his bed and laid you down on it without ever breaking the kiss. You made out on his bed for a little while until something out the window caught your eye.

“Oh no. it snowing?” You asked and sat up a little. Peter pulled his curtain back and saw the flurry of snowflakes being lit up my the streetlights.

“Oh yeah. It is.”

“Ugh. Now I have to walk home in the snow.” You groaned and flopped back down onto his pillow.

“No way. I can’t let you do that. I’ll steal Mays car keys and drive you home.” Peter offered and he laid down on top of you and rested his chin on your chest. You started to play with his curls until an idea came into your mind.

“Or I could just sleep over.” You timidly suggested. Peters heart began to beat in his chest as he picked his head up to see if you were serious.

“Really? You want to?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah. I want to.” You nodded before pulling him back down into a kiss. You started to make out again, tugging off articles of each others clothes every now and then. Peter slipped his finger through yours and squeezed your hand as he deepened the kiss. He knew that you sleeping over for the first time meant it would be the first time for something else too and he couldn’t contain his excitement. He smiled against your lips but was suddenly disturbed by his police radio going off. Peter jumped off of you and threw a pillow at it before you could hear the crime it had picked up on.

“What was that?” You wondered.

“It’s my birth control alarm. I’ll be right back.” Peter quickly got off of you, grabbed his police radio, and bolted to the bathroom. Once he was inside, he sat on the toilet and turned the volume down so that he could hear what was going on.

“We need all units, I repeat we need all units on the corner of 22nd and 13th Ave. We have reports of an ongoing bank robbery. Possible hostages inside.” Peter heard over the radio. He hung his head in defeat before getting up to look in the mirror.

“Okay Parker. You could lose your virginity tonight or you could go save New York. Which is it?” He asked his reflection. He stared at himself for a long time but couldn’t decide.

“Why should I have to go? The police probably have it covered. Besides, I have a beautiful girl in my bed right now who is expecting mediocre sex right now that only I can deliver.” He reminded himself. As much as he wanted to believe that, he couldn’t help but feel guilty about not going to stop the robbery.

“I’m a good little boy. I get good grades. I’m nice to old people. I respect women. And I protect New York every single day. I can take one night off. I deserve to get laid tonight.” He decided. He slapped his cheeks a few times to psyche himself up and was about to leave the bathroom when he thought of the night Ben died. It had happened because of a robbery and tonight, Peter had the opportunity to stop anyone else from losing an uncle the way he did. He looked at himself in the mirror again and sighed.

“Not tonight, kid. The only way you’re getting laid is if you crawl up a chickens ass and wait.” He made his final decision before leaving the bathroom. You were sitting up on his bed in your bra and sweatpants with hair still messy from Peters hands. It took everything in Peters power not to jump right back into the bed with you and ignore the radio, but he knew he’d never be able to live with himself if he did.

“Is everything okay?” You asked when you noticed his face.

“I’m sorry, lover. I don’t think you should sleep over tonight.” He said as he looked at the ground in shame.

“Oh. You don’t want me to?” You asked and Peter could hear the disappointment in your voice. He watched you sheepishly reach for your discarded shirt and pull it over your head, making him feel even worse.

“Of course I do. Trust me, it’s not you. It’s me. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” He said as his eyes flickered over to his closet. If he pulled his suit out and told you he had to go stop a bank robbery, you would understand why he was kicking you out.

“I…I’m…” He continued to look at his closet as he struggled to get the words out. He sighed in defeat after a minute and looked at the ground.

“I’m a bed wetter.” He lied, immediately squeezing his eyes shut in regret.

“Oh. Really?” You asked in concern as you got off his bed.

“Yeah. It’s chronic. I have to sleep on plastic sheets and everything. And I just don’t want to risk you getting peed on.” He continued to lie, feeling worse about it with every word he said.

“Have you seen a doctor about it? Is it an anxiety thing?”

“Yeah. It’s been happening the last couple of years.”

“You mean since Ben passed?” You said sympathetically and put your hands on Peters shoulders to comfort him. He could barely believe that you not only believed his lie, but were helping it sound more believable.

“Yeah. The doctor said that’s the most likely cause.” He nodded his head without looking at you.

“Oh, honey.” You said quietly as you pulled him into a hug. Peter felt horrible for accepting your comfort after lying to you. He expected you to laugh at him, but you were nothing but understanding and somehow that made lying feel so much worse.

“Thank you for sharing that with me. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.” You said once you pulled out of the hug.

“You have no idea.” Peter mumbled and felt a knot in his stomach.

“I should probably get going before the snow gets worse.” You said with a sad smile. Peter sighed and wanted nothing more than to tell you to stay.

“Yeah. I could walk you?”

“That’s okay. I’ll be fine.” You gave him a tight smile as you put on your jacket. He could tell you were disappointed that you hadn’t gone all the way tonight and he felt just as upset about it. It was times like these that he resented the night he was bitten and wished he could just be a normal person.

“Okay, love. Get home safe.”

“I always do.” You said before kissing him goodbye.

Peter sighed and stressfully tugged at his hair once you were gone. He could feel the strain he was putting on your relationship and worried how much more of this you could take. Even though he was going through something and needed to think things through, he put on his Spiderman suit and swung out to the crime scene.

Peter was relived when you invited him over the next night to hang out at your apartment. You told him your mom was off at some company holiday party so you would have the apartment to yourselves for the evening. You put on a festive movie and watched the first 15 minutes before climbing into Peters lap to kiss him. You made out on your couch until your phone buzzed on the couch, interrupting the moment.

“Hang on. It’s my mom.” You said as you read the text.

“How’s her office party going?” Peter asked as he drummed his fingers on your waist.

“Good. But she said there’s no cabs so she’s gonna sleep over a friends house tonight. She won’t be back until dinner time tomorrow.”

“Really? So you have the place to yourself tonight?”

“No. We have the place to ourselves.” You smiled as you dropped your phone on the couch.

“Well. What should we do?” Peter played dumb as he slipped a hand behind your head to pull you closer.

“I have no idea.” You replied before closing the gap between you and kissing him again. Your make out session resumed and Peter was room gripping the seat of the couch as you trailed kisses down his neck.

“Stay the night.” You said between kisses. Peter found himself nodding before he realized what he was doing. He pulled away from the kiss and let out a deep sigh, knowing he had to disappoint you again.

“I can’t. I’m a bed wetter, remember?” He said and sat back on the couch.

“It’s okay. Just don’t drink anything else tonight and pee before you go to sleep.” You said as you climbed back into his lap and started to trail kisses down his neck. Peter clenched his fist as you made it harder and harder to leave you.

“I’ve tried that. I’ll still pee.”

“I’ll take the chance.” You said and pulled him into another kiss. Peter could feel himself getting sucked in and knew he had to stop before he ended up staying the night. He pulled away to tell you he had to go, but you spoke before he got a chance to.

“I just want to know what it’s like to fall asleep in your arms and wake up next to you. Don’t you want that?” You whispered against his lips.

“More than anything.”

“Good. Plus if you stay, we could…” You trailed off and leaned down to kiss him again. Peter kissed you back and temporarily forgot all about his responsibilities as Spiderman. He was somehow presented with another opportunity to go all the way with you and knew he couldn’t disappoint you like he did last time.

“Please stay.” You whispered against his mouth. Peter looked at you and was nearly about to give in, but knew he couldn’t live with himself if he stayed the night and something ended up happening that he wasn’t there to stop.

“I want to stay. You have no idea how much I want to stay. But I just can’t.” He told you. You nodded your head in disappointment and slid off his lap to sit beside him on the couch. There was an awkward silence between the two of you as neither knew what to do now. Finally, Peter turned his head so that he could look at you.

“I know I can’t stay the night, but we could still…” He trailed off and gave you a knowing look.

“I’m really tired actually. I think I’m gonna go to sleep.” You said and got off the couch. Peter sighed and hung his head in defeat, knowing he had once again blown it with you. He stood up and pulled you into a hug, trying to silently convey an apology.

“I would stay if I could.”

“Yeah, I know.” You replied, but he knew you weren’t convinced.

“Goodnight. I love you.” He said weakly as you trudged towards your bedroom.

“Love you too.” You replied and shut your door behind you. The absence of the “I” was not lost on Peter as he got up to leave. He gave your door one last look before going out into the cold.

When Peter saw you on campus the next day, he went up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your neck, feeling you relax in his arms.

“I’m sorry about last night.” He mumbled in your ear.

“No, Peter, I’m sorry. I was upset that you left but I wasn’t even thinking about how you felt. I’m sure it’s hard for you to sleep outside of your own bed with your condition and I definitely didn’t make it any easier. And I’m also sorry if you felt pressured to, you know…”You said with an embarrassed smile.

“I didn’t feel pressured. I really wanted to. I swear, I did.” He assured you.

“Really?” You asked for reassurance.

“Are you kidding me? It’s literally all I think about.” Peter told you, making you crack a smile. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his heartbeat to thank him for the reassurance.

“I was starting to feel like you didn’t want me like that.” You admitted, making Peters stomach drop. He knew his lies were affecting your relationship but he hadn’t realized they effected your self esteem too.

“I do. I want you so badly every waking hour of the day. I’m just nervous, okay? You’re my first girlfriend and I don’t want to mess this up. It’s way too important to me.”

“I understand that. I don’t want to mess this up either. And maybe we could try again today. My mom is still at her friends house.”

“You want to try again?” He asked hopefully. “During the daytime?”

“Yeah. I’ve heard it’s possible.” You chuckled and pulled out of the hug.

“Okay. Yeah. That would be amazing. Let’s do that.” Peter nodded eagerly, in disbelief that he was getting so many chances with you.

“Perfect.” You smiled. “I know you’re done with class for the day so I’ll text you after my last one and then you can come over.”

“Can’t wait.” Peter grinned and leaned down to kiss you.

While Peter waited for you to get out of class, he invited Ned over to calm his nerves. He was looking in the mirror and perfecting his hair while Ned sat on his bed.

“So you guys are actually gonna do it? You’re gonna lose your virginity?” Ned asked as he fumbled with a rubix cube from Peters desk.

“Yeah. Todays the today.” Peter sighed happily. “It almost happened a few times but I kept having to leave to take care of a crime.”

“Wow. Do you know what you’re doing?”

“No. Not at all. But I think I should be able to figure it out pretty quickly.” Peter said, sounding unconvinced.

“Yeah. It shouldn’t be too hard. You just put the magic wand into the wizard sleeve and-“

“Oh my God.” Peter cut him off. “Please don’t refer to my girlfriend as a wizard sleeve.”

“Why not?” Ned genuinely wondered. Peter was not longer listening as he had pulled out his phone to text you that he’d be over soon. Before he got the chance, he got a news alert that threw a wrench in his plans.

“Fuck.” Peter groaned once he read the headline.

“What’s wrong?”

“There was a ten car pile up on 33rd street. It says multiple people are trapped in their cars.”

“Oh shit. Dude, you gotta get down there.”

“I know. But what am I gonna tell Y/n?” Peter sighed as his thumbs danced over the keyboard.

“Just tell her you’re sick.” Ned shrugged.

“I always give her that excuse. How many times is she gonna believe I randomly fell ill before a date?” Peter genuinely wondered.

“I know you want to see her. But this matters more. She’s understand if she knew what you were doing.” Ned reminded him.

“I know. But she doesn’t know what I’m doing. And it’s really straining our relationship. I don’t know how many more last minute cancellations she’s gonna put up with.” Peter nervously admitted as he typed out an excuse to you.

“I’m so sorry baby! can we please reschedule our plans? my stummy hurt😔” He texted you and anxiously waited for a response. He felt horrible lying but had no other choice at this point.

“oh no honey :( did you eat the whole box of wheat thins again??? I know you love them but eating the whole box only hurts us both” You texted back. Peter was initially relived that you weren’t mad but then felt his guilt worsen over the fact that you were so understanding when he was lying to you.

“I know I should’ve listened to you 💀 I have really bad wheat thin cramps right now 😵‍💫🤢🧥���” He texted you again, burying himself further in the lie.

“poor baby :( I can come over and take care of you”

Peter read your text and groaned in frustration, knowing this meant he had to lie even more.

“It’s really bad 💀 you shouldn’t see me like this. you’ll never find me attractive again”

“ok baby <3 text me if you need anything. and feel better. I love you !!” You texted him back. Peter chewed his bottom lip as his guilt chewed him back. He reluctantly tossed his phone onto his bed and looked at Ned.

“Did you have plans tonight? I think I’m gonna need my guy in the chair.” Peter said as he pulled his Spiderman suit out of his closet. Ned’s eyes lit up as he proudly stood up from Peters bed.

“Let’s go eat some ass.” Ned said with determination.

“Wait what? Whose ass are we eating? And why?”

“Sorry. I wanted to say a cool one liner before we went. I meant to say let’s go kick some ass.” Ned corrected himself.

“Who’s ass are we kicking? We’re helping car crash victims. Why would we kick them?” Peter reminded him as he pressed the center of his suit to tighten it.

“Can we just go?” Ned sighed in defeat.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

The next day, you trudged into your morning class and plopped into the seat next to Ned.

“Good morning.” Ned greeted you.

“Is it?” You grumbled and dropped your bag on the ground.

“Damn. What’s got you in such a mood?”

“My mom didn’t want me driving after that huge pile up last night so she made me walk to campus. My legs feel like they’re gonna fall off.” You groaned and rested your head on your desk.

“She honestly did you a favor. You know it was caused by this huge patch of ice? The paramedics kept sliding on it when they tried to help people out of their cars.”

“How do you know that?” You asked as you picked your head up off the desk.

“Peter and I saw it.” Ned told you. “It was pretty bad.”

“You and Peter were there? Last night?” You asked as your stomach dropped.

“Yeah. Peter asked me to come with him to….” Ned trailed off when he saw the look on your face. Before Ned could ask what was wrong, Peter took a seat beside you. You had a sense you’d been betrayed as you slowly turned to look at Peter.

“Hey guys. What’s up?” Peter asked and leaned in to kiss you.

“You said your stummy hurt.” You said and pushed him away.

“What?” Peter laughed in confusion.

“Oh shit.” Ned covered his hand with his mouth when he realized what he had done.

“You lied to me?” You whispered in disbelief as you got out of your seat. You didn’t wait for Peter to respond and ran out of the classroom.

“Wait. I can explain.” Peter said as he ran after you. You ran down the hallway but Peter was faster than you.

“Lover, wait, please.” Peter pleaded as he caught up to you.

“Are you cheating on me?” You blurted as you wiped around to face Peter.

“What? Cheating on you?” Peter laughed in surprise.

“You’re laughing at me?” You asked as tears slid down your face.

“No, no, I’m not honey I swear. It’s just, do you really think it’s possible that I could get two girls to like me at the same time? Getting you to like me was a total miracle.” Peter chuckled as he rested his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny.” You snapped and pushed his hands off of you.

“I don’t. I swear.” Peter dropped his smile. “I just don’t understand why you’d ever think I was cheating on you.”

“Maybe because you’re lying to me about where you are. You said you were sick last night but Ned said you were with him. And I know that’s not the first time you’ve lied about being sick to get out of a date. I know you do it all the time. You think I haven’t realized it but I do.”

“Oh.” Peter said quietly, unsure of what else to say.

“God Peter, why do I feel like I’m crazy lately? Why do I feel like I have to chase you down just to talk to you?” You asked and wiped the tears that kept falling.

“What are you talking about? I’m right here.” Peter assured you and tried to touch you again but you just stepped back.

“You’re here for now. But you are constantly running off to do God knows what and leaving me behind. I don’t want to have to beg to be a footnote in your life anymore, Peter. You either need to tell me what’s going on or we are over.”

“Nothings going on.” Peter said weakly, knowing you’d never believe it. He could feel himself losing you but felt helpless to stop it. You’d never threatened to break up before and he could only hope you were bluffing.

“Nothings going on? Nothings going on?” You raised your voice and grabbed his sleeve. Peter watched as you pushed it up to reveal a bruise in the shape of a hand print going around his wrist, the mark of where he had he grabbed a few nights ago.

“Then why do you come into school with bruises and injuries every single day? Where do you go? Who does this to you?“

“Nobody.” Peter lied and pushed his sleeve down.

“Nobody?” You folded your arms and gave him a look.

“Nobody.” He repeated but couldn’t look you in the eyes. You let out a disappointed sigh and nodded your head since you expected his answer to be another lie.

“Do you not want me around?” You asked him, making him do a double take.

“What? How could you even ask me that?” Peter wondered. He felt sick to his stomach knowing that he had made you feel like that.

“Because I feel you want to break up with me but don’t know how to do it. And that’s why you lie and make up excuses. So that you don’t have to me around me.”

“That’s not true. I love being around you. I would be with you every second of the day if I could. But I can’t. You have to believe me that I just can’t.” Peter pleaded with you as he began to cry as well.

“Why should I believe you when you have done nothing but lie to me?”

“I honestly don’t know. But please do it anyway.”

“I don’t want to break up with you, Peter. I really don’t. I just want answers. Please.” You said and dropped your defensive body language. As hurt as you were, you still loved him and wanted to believe that he really did have a reason as to why he did the things he did. You took a step towards him and let him reach out and touch you this time.

“Answers to what? Ask me. I’ll answer as many as I can.” He promised a she squeezed your hand.

“Okay. For starters, why are you always canceling plans on me last minute? Or leaving school, dates, or hangouts at a moments notice but never explaining why? And are you so secretive about your phone and the things in your closet?“

“I…don’t.. I can’t answer those.” Peter blinked in surprised when he realized he couldn’t answer a single question without revealing his secret.

“Of course you can’t. We’re done.” You held up your hands in defeat and started it walk away again.

“Wait! Baby, please.” Peter begged and pulled you back.

“Do you even wet the bed?” You asked him, stunning him to silence.

“No. I lied about that.” He admitted.

“Like how you lied about being sick last night?” You sniffled.

“Yes. I lied about that too.”

“What else have you lied about?”

“I…can’t tell you. I’m sorry. I want to - I really fucking want to -but I can’t.”

“Then we’re over.” You laughed sadly and stepped back from him.

“No. Please. We can’t be over.” Peter cried and tried to reach for you but you withdrew.

“How are we supposed to be together if you can’t be honest with me?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is that simple. This is the last time I’m asking you, Peter. Tell me the truth.”

“I…” Peter opened his mouth but quickly trailed off. Your eyes filled with hope for a split second as you thought he was actually going to be honest with you. But when his mouth shut, all your hope faded away. You shook your head in disappointment before walking away from him.

That night, you ignored the dozens of calls and texts from Peter and eventually blocked his number. When he saw that his texts were no longer being delivered, he left you alone and opened his camera roll instead. He scrolled through a few pictures of the two of you before finding one from your very first date. He stared at the picture until his eyesight was blurry with tears.

“Do I have to lose you too?” He whispered.

Peter saw you the next day on campus and ran to you before you could walk in the other direction.

“Can we talk?” He pleaded as he stepped in front of you.

“No. We can’t.” You said and kept walking.

“Please, lover, don’t do this to me. Are we really just gonna break up over nothing?”

“Over nothing?” You stopped in your tracks and raised an eyebrow.

“That was the wrong choice of words. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean nothing-“

“It was wasn’t nothing to me.” You cut him off. “I cried myself to sleep so many times these past few months because I knew you were lying to me about something. And even now, you can’t tell me the truth about what you’ve been doing. You made me feel like I was crazy. I thought that there had to be something wrong with me because what other reason could there be for my own boyfriend to lie and say he was a bed wetter just to get out of sleeping with me? But it’s not something wrong with me. Something is wrong with you, Peter, because you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more. I would’ve loved you for a lifetime and now I have to leave that all behind. So I’m not mad about nothing. Personally I have a lot to be mad about.”

You walked away before Peter had a chance to respond or apologize again. You ended up skipping the classes you had with him that day so he never had another opportunity to talk to you. Knowing he had to do whatever it took to win you back, Peter showed up at your apartment door wearing his best apology.

“Oh my God.” You groaned when you opened your door and saw who it was.

“That’s on your for opening the door without looking through the peephole.” Peter mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“Are you joking?”

“No, I’m sorry. I was trying to break the ice.”

“Go away, Peter. We broke up.” You whined and started to close the door.

“I know we broke up. But I really think you should reconsider.” Peter said as he held the door open with his hand. You tried to close it again but he was stronger.

“I’m not gonna reconsider this, Peter. You think this was easy for me? I didn’t want to break up with you but you pushed me to it. It’s hard enough so please, stop making it harder. Just let me go.”

“But-“

You cut him off by closing the door in his face. Peter sighed in defeat but was not going to let a door stop him from getting you back. He swiftly left the building and scaled the side of it in an attempt to find your window. He quickly realized that buildings don’t have the floor numbers on the outside and ended up looking in a lot of strangers windows before finding yours. He saw you inside so you opened your window and tumbled into your bedroom.

“Oh my God. What the fuck? How did you even get out there?” You gasped in surprise when you saw him falling through your window.

“I climbed.” He smiled sheepishly and brushed himself off.

“You climbed? 5 stories?” You folded your arms skeptically.

“Yes. I can do that sort of thing.” Peter answered honestly as he approached you.

“You are such a liar. I can’t believe I put up with this for so long. If you think climbing five stories up the fire escape is gonna make me fake you back then-“

Peter cut you off by shooting a web at your hip and pulling you closer to him. You stumbled into his arms as he caught you with ease and looked around in bewilderment over how he managed to do such a thing.

“What the hell?” You whispered and looked at the web on your hip, still not realizing what it was.

“I need you to stop being mad at me for two minutes and listen to me.” Peter said in an tone that made you give him your full attention. His heart raced knowing that this was the moment you’d finally know the truth but he wasn’t going to let anything stop him.

“Unbutton it.” He said and patted his flannel shirt.

“If you think we’re gonna make up with some hate sex then you are sadly mistaken.” You laughed and tried to get out of his arms.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do.” He whined. “I mean, if you wanna do that afterwards then I’m down, but that’s not what I’m doing now. Just unbutton my shirt. Please.”

You gave him a skeptical look but did as he asked. You could feel his heart pounded in his chest as you unbuttoned the first button, then the next two.

“Never trust an atom. They make up everything.” You read off his T shirt. “Why did I need to see this?”

“Oh fuck. I forgot to put it on.” Peter realized and looked down at where his Spiderman suit was supposed to be.

“Put what on?”

“My suit.”

“Why would you put a suit on underneath your clothes?”

“Not that kind of suit. My suit. My special suit.”

“Peter, I don’t know what you’re doing here but I don’t have time for this. Just go home.” You groaned and pulled out of his arms.

“I can’t go home. I can’t walk away knowing you’re not gonna look back at me. You and I not being together doesn’t make sense to me. This isn’t how our story is supposed to go. If I know anything at all for certain it’s that you and me are supposed to end up together. So no, I’m not going home. Not until I get you to understand.”

“Understand what?”

“Why I’ve been lying to you.”

“You’re gonna tell me the truth?” You stepped forward and dropped your defenses.

“Yes. I am. The truth is….” Peter trailed off and ripped open his shirt the rest of the way as he dramatically tilted his chin up. You stared at him for a long time as he stopped in that pose until you realized he wasn’t gonna move.

“Am I supposed to know what this means?” You deadpanned.

“Pretend I’m wearing Spider-Man’s suit under this shirt.” Peter whispered without changing his pose.

“Why would I pretend that?” You asked with genuine confusion. Peter slowly looked down at you and braced himself before saying his biggest secret out loud for the first time.

“Because I am Spiderman.” He said and waited for your reaction. You stared at him for a long time before letting out a laugh.

“You are so full of shit to the point where I am legitimately concerned.”

“What? I’m telling you the truth. That’s why I have to leave at a moments notice and can never stay the night. And why I’m always beaten up. Because for the past 4 years, I have been New Yorks very own vigilante, Spiderman.” Peter said proudly and did another hero-esque pose.

“Uh huh. And I’m Batman.” You replied sarcastically.

“Oh my God, are you actually?”

“No! And neither are you!” You exclaimed. “If you’re not gonna tell me the truth, then just get out of-“

Peter cut you off by shooting a web at your closet door and pulling it shut. This time, you could see the web clearly and recognized what it was.

“How did you…” You trailed off and touched the web in amazement.

“Web shooters. I used them on you before too. I made them myself, see?” Peter said and showed you the shooters on his wrist. You hesitantly reached out to touch them and ran a careful finger along the delicate technology.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t you show me this instead of opening your shirt?” You looked up to ask him.

“I wanted to be theatric.” Peter mumbled in embarrassment. You cracked a smile and looked like you were about to forgive him when your face suddenly hardened.

“I need more proof. Anybody could make those. How do I know you’re the real Spiderman?”

“Because I can do this.” Peter said and casually jumped and stuck to the ceiling with his right hand.

“And this.” He added and brought the rest of his body to the ceiling so that he could crawl across your room. He crawled over your head and dropped down to the floor as you watched with a dropped jaw.

“And sometimes this if a stretch.” Peter prefaced before attempting a backflip. Instead, he landed right on his back with a hard thud.

“Peter?” You gasped and went to see if he was okay.

“I didn’t stretch.” He groaned and rubbed his aching body.

“Oh my God. You’re ridiculous.” You chuckled and helped him off the floor.

“But do you believe me now?” Peter smiled hopefully.

“I kinda have to believe you now.”

“I just hope you know I’d never cheat on you or intentionally keep things from you. This is just something that I had to navigate completely on my own and I had no rules to go by. I was making it up as I went and I thought it would be best if nobody knew. Ned only knows because he accidentally found out. Same with May. I would’ve told you sooner if I knew how much it was gonna affect our relationship. Just please believe that I never meant for it to hurt you.” Peter said as he put his hands on your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this before?” You asked as tears from being overwhelmed fell down your face.

“Because I have no idea what kind of people are gonna come after me because of this. But I do know the number one person they could use to hurt me is you. I didn’t want to risk something happening to you if my enemies knew you were my girlfriend. So I figured if you didn’t know you were dating Spiderman, no one would know Spiderman was dating you.”

“You have enemies?” Your eyes softened as thought about your sweet boyfriend having people actively targeting him.

“Not like arch nemeses who sit in their evil lairs and plot my downfall like Mojo Jojo or Doofenshmirtz or something. But I have had to fight some pretty bad guys. I even fought one in space.” Peter shyly admitted.

“You’ve been to space?!”

“Just the once. And then I died or whatever.” Peter tried to make it sound casual so you wouldn’t freak out. You ran your fingers through your hair and gave them a stressful tug as you processed everything you were hearing.

“How long did you say you’ve been like this?” You asked him.

“I was bitten by a radioactive spider when I was 16. So four years now.”

“I’ve known you for 6 years.”

“Yeah. Since freshman year.” He smiled at the memory of meeting you his first day of high school.

“You’ve been lying to me for over half of them.” You said quietly, making Peters smile drop.

“Wait, what? I thought you were forgiving me.” Peters heart stopped when he realized you were still upset.

“Forgive you? For keeping this huge part of your life from me for years and letting it effect our relationship?”

“But…but I told you the truth.” Peter said weakly.

“Yeah, after telling me a million lies. And I had to break up with you to get the truth out of you. Seriously Peter, how many times do you think you’ve had to lie to me over the years just to keep this secret?”

“A lot.” He admitted.

“Exactly. I mean, what did you expect Peter? That you could just walk in here and tell me this and I’d just forget about all the pain your lies have caused me?”

“But you said if I told you the truth then we would be okay.” Peter reminded you as he started to tear up.

“That was before I knew that all your lying was because of a much much bigger lie.”

“I was only lying to you to protect you. I was trying to prevent something bad happening to you because of this thing that happened to me. I didn’t ask to be this way. And you definitely didn’t sign up for it either. So I just wanted to keep you as far away from it as possible so that you could live the normal life that I no longer get to have.”

“All I can think about right now is all the special events that you missed or the cancelled dates that I spent time planning and how you weren’t there.”

“I wanted to be there.” Peter shouted.

“But you weren’t!” You shouted back. “And I’ve had no idea why until now! You’ve made me feel like I was an afterthought for years now. All my friends call you a flake. They told me to break up with you every time I called them crying because you were gonna miss another important event. So sorry if you thought that telling me your secret would make me forget all of that, but it doesn’t. I remember the pain all too well.”

“I did not miss that much.” Peter insisted.

“Oh really? You weren’t at my 17th or my 20th birthday. You missed me speaking at our high school graduation. You stood me up on prom night and for the homecoming dance-“

“Okay, okay. I get it.” He cut you off. “But I only missed those events because I was off saving the world.”

“Then you should focus on that. Don’t let me stop you.” You said with a sad shrug. You weren’t saying it to be mean, but to be realistic.

“Lover, please. It’s us. We can’t be over.” Peter quietly pleaded as he tried to take your hand.

“It’s for the best, Peter. I won’t be a distraction to you anymore. You can live your double life without ever having to worry about who it’s hurting again. And I won’t have to live as your second choice anymore. We both win.” You said as you pulled your hand out of his.

“Win?” He laughed sadly. “I see this as an absolute loss.”

“So do I.” You mumbled and kept you eyes on the floor.

Peter looked down at the web shooters on his wrists and thought back to when he believed telling you the truth would fix everything. He never would’ve guessed that the truth wasn’t enough. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to juggle being Spiderman and having a girlfriend and now he didn’t have to wonder.

“This isn’t what I wanted.” He said quietly, mostly to himself.

“Me either.” You admitted

“So why are we breaking up? Can’t we just agree to disagree and move on?” Peter begged as he wiped his tears from his face.

“You don’t think fights like this will come up all the time? You’re still gonna be leaving me every night and I’m still gonna resent it. This isn’t something we can just agree to disagree on. Think about it, it’ll only get worse if we’re older. We can ignore this now but if we decided to get married and start a family one day, how do you think our kids would feel about their dad never being a consistent presences in their life? As someone who is constantly getting ditched by you, I already know that I never want my kids to feel that way. I think that if we really love each other, we have to accept that we aren’t right for each other.”

“Can’t we just date for the rest of college and then go our separate ways after that? It’s not like we’re gonna be trying to have kids anytime soon.” Peter asked in an last attempt to get you to stay with him.

“I can’t keep dating you when I know one day it’s gonna end. I can’t have a deadline for our relationship hanging over my head. We need to end this now before we feel like can never walk away from each other.”

“I already feel that way.” Peter said and started to cry harder. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him it was going to be okay, but you weren’t sure that it would. Instead, you held yourself in your arms and tried to hold back your tears.

“I’m sorry, Peter. I would’ve loved you for the rest of my life. And I still love you now. But I can’t keep letting you in just for you to go again. You need to stay gone this time. It’s over. I’m done.” You said as you sadly shook your head. Peter looked into your eyes and held your gaze for a long time until he came to terms with the fact that he wasn’t going to change your mind. He nodded his head and wiped his face before walking towards your door. He was about to open it and leave before turning to look at you.

“If I had never been bitten, would we still be together?” He asked you. You gave him a sympathetic smile and nodded your head.

“I can’t imagine anything else that could make me walk away from you.” You answered him honestly. Peter nodded again and left your room before you could see him fully break down. Once he was out in your hallway, he covered his mouth with his hand and ran out of your apartment as tears gushed out of his eyes.

Exactly a week later, a week that had no contact between you and Peter, Peter heard a knock at his window. He curiously went over to it and pulled up his blinds to see you sitting out on his fire escape. Peter immediately opened the window and let you in, heart pounding in his ears the whole time. You sheepishly pulled a bouquet of poppies, Peters favorite flower, out from behind your back and handed it to him.

“You’re here?” Peter asked in disbelief as he took the flowers.

“I climbed.”

“Really? All that way?”

“You live on the first floor.” You reminded him. “It was just that one flight of stairs up the fire escape.”

“What are you doing here?” Peter asked as he looked down at the flowers.

“I realized something.” You said with a soft smile.

“What did you realize?”

“I was thinking about you missing my graduation speech. I was not thinking about you missing your graduation.” You began. Peter opened his mouth to respond but shut it when he realized he hadn’t thought about that either. He felt so guilty about missing your speech that he never had time to be upset over missing his own high school graduation.

“I also wasn’t thinking about how you made me put on my cap and gown and sneak into the school with you that night so that I could give the speech again.”

“I wanted to hear it.” Peter smiled softly.

“I know you did. The same way you snuck into my room with a candle stuck in an Oreo so that you could sing to me after missing my 17th birthday party.” You smiled at the memory. Peter smiled in return and started to grow hopeful that you were forgiving him. His hopes got higher when you took both his hands in yours.

“If you were a different man, you would’ve continued to live your life the way you wanted. You would’ve embraced the cool new features and ignored that responsibilities that came with them. But that’s not you, Peter. You’ve never been the kind of guy who just stands to the side and let’s other people take care of a problem. If you have any opportunity to help, you take it. And if you don’t have an opportunity, you create one for yourself. That’s who you are. That’s who you’ve always been. And that’s one of the things I love most about you. It would be wrong of me to expect you to change that part of yourself for my sake. So yeah, I wish you made it to my birthday and yeah I wish you heard my graduation speech the first time. But maybe saving someone’s life is a little more important than me.” You said with a teasing smile.

“Maybe just a little.” He chuckled. You laughed in return before looking at him for a long time. You knew it was going to be hard, but you knew it was going to be worth it. After all, it was Peter. And you loved Peter.

Peter stayed perfectly still as you moved your hands and placed them on either side of his face. You brought your forehead to rest against his and stayed in comfortably silence for a moment until Peter broke down crying. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close as he thanked every entity he could think of for be able to keep you.

“I’m sorry I got so mad at you.” You mumbled against his chest.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t know how I would’ve reacted to this either. I gave you a lot to process.”

“You did. And now that I’ve had time to think about it, I know what I want and what I don’t want.” You said as you pulled away a little so that you could look at him.

“What do you not want?” Peter gulped and braced himself for the worse.

“Well I know you’ve had to sacrifice a lot because of this. And I don’t want to be another sacrifice you have to make.”

“But what about what you said about resenting me constantly leaving you? Or me never being there for our kids?”

“I won’t resent you if I know you’re out there saving people’s lives. I’ll be lonely, sure, but I’ll understand that you have more important places to be.”

“What about our kids?”

“We’ll figure that out when we get there. But I’m pretty sure they’d be okay if they knew their daddy was off saving the world.”

“And what about us? Are we okay?” Peter asked and held his breath until he heard the answer.

“It��s us. We’ll always be okay.” You shrugged before giving Peter a warm smile. Peter let out a huge sigh of relief and felt his heart become whole again. All of his sacrifices felt like they were paying off now that he knew he had you and you weren’t going anywhere. He made a silent vow that he would make more of an effort to make you feel like a priority now that your relationship had gone through and survived the great war. He would always make his hero duties his top priority, but he would never let you feel neglected again.

“It’s been a week without you, lover, and I’ve been miserable. Can I please kiss you?” He asked for permission first, just like the first time.

“Yeah, Spiderman.” You called him for the first time. “Get over here and kiss me.”

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[bedsyandco]

🔖 — 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚

⠀⠀╰  ꒰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ◞ azalea yang x quinn hughes

⠀⠀╰  ꒰ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ◞ in which quinn cooks his girl pasta while she writes. (the ultimate dream)

⠀⠀╰  ꒰ 𝐰𝐜 ◞ 0.59K

⠀⠀╰  ꒰ 𝐚/𝐧 ◞ the first blurb we have of our third hughes couple🥹 I adore them sm already.

“what are you doing?” quinn’s voice echoes from where he was standing in front of the stove, startling azalea from her comfortable position on the couch. quinn’s lips quirk up when he looks away from his pasta boiling on the plate and glances over to his girl. she was sitting on the couch in sweats and one of his hoodies, white fuzzy socks on her feet and her glasses on the tip of her nose. her laptop open on her lap and her phone in her hand.

“nothing,” she answers quickly. too quickly and quinn frowns slightly, wondering what she’s up to. the last time she had that mischievous look on her face, he caught her sending memes of him to the family group chat.

quinn stirs his sauce in the pan, bringing the spoon up to his lips to taste it and he hisses slightly when the warm liquid burns his tongue. he pouts slightly when he hears azalea giggle from the couch, looking over to see her put her laptop on the coffee table and scuffle over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her cheek against his back.

“I don’t know if I should find it endearing or stupid that you’ve made this pasta so many times and you always make the mistake of not letting the sauce cool before tasting it,” azalea mumbles against his back and quinn turns the stove off before turning around, his hands going to azalea’s hips as he pushes her back a couple steps to the kitchen island, lifting her up so she's sitting on the counter and settling in between her legs.

“please find it endearing. you’re too hot to have a dumb boyfriend,” quinn says, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear as she laughs softly in response.

“is this a new shirt?” azalea asks, tugging on the blue tshirt lightly

“yeah, I went shopping with brock and petey this morning,” quinn says a little bashfully, laughing as his girlfriend gasps and hits him softly on his shoulder

“you went shopping with petey and brock? and you didn’t send me pictures? that’s rude quintin jerome. you never wanna go shopping with me,” she pouts and quinn runs his thumb over her bottom lip, pulling on it slightly.

“I went shopping with you over the weekend,” quinn reminds her, releasing her lip and cupping her cheek instead, running his thumb over her cheek in a gentle caress

“yeah but you were complaining like a grumpy old man the entire time.” she says and quinn immediately frowns

“you’ve been talking to violet too much,” he replies, knowing that’s exactly something his little brother’s girlfriend would say

“we have to do a haul. you should model them for me!” she says excitedly, moving to get off the counter and pull quinn towards the bedroom but he halts her, keeping her still on the counter by grabbing her hips

“dinner first and then I’ll model for you all you want,” quinn says, pressing a kiss to her forehead and she smiles.

“yes captain,” she teases, saluting him and quinn laughs softly, pinching her hip in response

It’s only later as they cuddle in bed after their little fashion show that quinn notices the instagram post his girlfriend had made earlier.

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azaleayang: writing while captain sexy cooks for me. aren’t I a lucky gal?🥰

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quinnhughes: i’m the lucky one❤️

daisymonroe: damn right you are

lexiedemko: @tdemko take notes 😋

tdemko: @quinnhughes why you gotta make the rest of us look bad cap? pipe down with the lover boy stuff would you

epettersson: he used to cook me that pasta😔

quinnhughes: you’re coming over for dinner tomorrow. don’t be so dramatic

violet: “the best energy” while looking like the most haunted wet rat you’ve ever seen

trevorzegras: 💀

quinnhughes: drowning both of you in the lake this summer

lukehughes: you won’t make it to the lake if you threaten my girlfriend again

user22: and we all say thank you captain sexy for keeping our queen fed so she can feed us

user13: and for inspiring our fav book boyfriends

quinnhughes: you’re welcome 😉

“captain sexy huh? You’ve jumped on the train?” quinn mumbles against her head and she grins up at him.

“It’s a well deserved title baby,” she says, patting him on the chest and quinn shakes his head slightly.

[sacharinee]

cute moments i imagine with peter pt. 2!

pairing: peter parker x reader

wc: 2006

a/n: hi guys!! thank u for the support on my last post - it means a lot to me :,) i dont rlly like this one but oh well. i swear these posts r supposed to be little blurbs but they keep writing out to be kinda long. anywaysss, i’d always imagine peter being the cutest when shopping with him. also peter is 100% a passenger princess and u cant convince me otherwise. this isnt my best work but im kinda tired of editing it so i hope u like it :(

part: I lll

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“may, have you seen my good cologne?!” 

you straighten your outfit as you stand outside peter’s apartment, coming to pick him up for your little shopping date. you’re dressed in a pretty black skirt with sheer dark stockings and a fuzzy cardigan to keep you warm. you know peter loves your skirts.

“what good cologne?” “the one i bought two months ago? the one that smells nice?” “oh… i threw it out. happy used the rest of it before he took me out to dinner.”

you can already picture his pinched face in disgust and you chuckle at the thought of peter and happy using the same cologne.

you’ve barely knocked three times before peter opens the door, hair messy, pink cheeks, and a soft smile adorning his cute face. 

“hi baby, you look pretty,” he breathes out. you giggle at his appearance, “hi petey,” planting a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“oh my goodness, y/n? hi! i haven’t seen you around in a while, i missed you!” you see may peek her head behind your boyfriend, looking extremely excited to see you.

you open your mouth to greet her but get cut off when peter rushes out the door grabbing his coat, “kay see you later, may! love you!” he departs. you sneak a quick “bye!” to let her know you heard her.

peter grabs your hand and swings your laced hands together as you both walk down the dark hallway, “that was mean,” you tease. peter sighs back at you, “she would’ve made you stay and try her new meatloaf recipe, and trust me, you don’t want to try it.”

his comment makes you laugh. you guess he’s right, but may’s been a second mom to you ever since you can remember, and you’ve had your fair share of eating one of her meal disasters before.

“hold on,” peter pushes you into a small and secluded corner of the corridor, shielding you from looking at the rest of the view and only him. he looks a little nervous when he looks into your eyes, then down at your plump and inviting lips. your left-hand grabs onto his bicep, “what’re you-” he takes you by surprise, shutting you up quickly with a deprived kiss. his fingers are warm against your chilled face. his rough, calloused fingers graze your soft puffy cheeks and you lean deeper into him, tilting your head for more access. 

you feel his other hand snake around the small of your back, gently tugging you closer to him and your hand grips tighter against his flexed arm. your free hand trickles up the side of his neck feather-like, sending chills down his spine. only you can make his knees weak and leave him completely melted into a puddle with a single touch. it’s why he’s addicted to you. he craves how serene you cause him to be one minute, and then utterly captivated and haunted by you the next. 

his kiss was urgent and needy, one that was suppressed for days due to his absence from a previous mission. his hand moves from your cheek to your velvety hair, and his fingers travel behind your ear, delicately carding himself through your smooth strands. his mouth is hot on yours and his tongue sweeps slightly across your bottom lip, to which you eagerly responded by opening your mouth wider, inviting him. you hum into the kiss; you feel soft against him, silken and satiny. you’re too much for him. your blazing touch, your round lips, that sweet honey-like scent of yours, and that short skirt you wear- you make him dizzy. 

peter breaks off first, licking his lips and faintly panting; your foreheads rest against each other. a simple “missed you” with a shrug is all of an excuse he can muster up for you. you peck his lips gingerly, “i missed you too.” a shy smile graces his face and you think it’s wild how diffident he quickly gets after knocking the wind out of you. you snap out of whatever trance peter held you in and realize you really want to get going on your planned shopping date with him, “c’mon, it gets dark quickly.”

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you and peter both make it to your car in the busy parking lot to which he walks a few steps before you, coming to your side of the car and opening the door for you. you laugh at his gesture and express an appreciative “thank you” before getting in. he’s been doing this for years and it never fails to make you all giddy inside. you think it’s the cutest thing ever, and it makes you laugh even more when you consider the fact that he’s riding in the passenger seat and he still makes romantic efforts for you. 

you drop your purse off in the backseat when peter enters and buckles in, then you start the car and pull out of the parking lot, off to your first destination. “so where we goin’?” he hooks up his phone to your bluetooth and plays music from your shared playlist.

“well, we could go to barnes and noble? i finished reading all the books on my list so i was thinking i could buy some more, and then we could get some food if you’re hungry.” “sure, y/n/n” he smiles at you. 

you originally wanted to make it a girl’s day with mj and betty; you figured it’d be nice to spend some time with your two other best friends. but once mj heard the word ‘shopping’ come out of your mouth, she immediately declined, claiming that she needed to study for an upcoming geology exam. you understood at first but then realized classes didn’t even start for another four weeks because of winter break. betty also had to decline when she got asked to babysit last minute. but you don’t mind peter tagging along instead, in fact, you prefer it. you’ve been separated for quite some time since he went away on that big mission. 

back when you and peter were both 16, he got his license a full month before you did. however, you were the one that got a car first, a hand-me-down, which was gifted to you by your parents when you turned 17. so for the next two years, you’d arrive at peter’s apartment before school, pick him up, and carpool together. 

you don’t mind it though, you like driving. peter once confessed to you that being in the driver’s seat makes him a little anxious and causes his senses to go a little haywire, especially driving in new york. ever since then, peter prefers to be your little passenger princess, bringing you coffee or bagels from delmar’s deli as a thank you.

so you enjoy doing the little things for peter. you like making his life easier any way you can. 

usually, when you’re out running errands or going to the mall, peter rarely has time to go with you. because of his part-time job as spider-man, it takes a big chunk of his freedom away from hanging around with you. but the second he does, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to be with you. and today is one of those days.

“okay, we’re here!” the beloved bookstore could almost be considered your second home, seeing as the amount of time you spend here is excessive. you reach out for your purse in the backseat, turn off the engine, and open your car door. it barely even opens a few inches when it forcefully shuts back on you. peter’s staring right at you through the window with a blank expression and pursed lips. all you can offer is a look of shock and confusion. he waits a few seconds before opening the car door for you with a bashful smile forming on his face. 

you gape at him in bewilderment as you shriek with laughter, “what the- what is wrong with you!?” peter’s no better, laughing back at you and grabbing your hand to pull you out of the car.

“y- your face! oh my god,” he pretends to wipe a tear from his eye. you roll your eyes and shake your head at his antics, “i can’t stand you.”

when you enter the store, your loud banter outside is a stark contrast to the environment inside. it’s quiet and reserved, people are consumed in a different reality as they flip through the pages of the book they curiously selected. 

“let’s go over here.” you drag him into the romance section, requesting him to have his arms outward parallel to each other. for the next ten minutes, peter follows you around like a lost puppy, carrying your large stack of books while you give a brief description of every novel you pick up. he thinks it’s adorable how excited you get about the littlest things.

“ooh! this one is my favorite type of trope,” you pick out another book and whisper the next words that come out of your mouth, “it’s a mafia romance.” you watch his face contort into disgust and confusion, “ew, why would anyone want to date a mobster, that’s so dangerous. they’re so risky.” he shakes his head in distaste. you snort back at him, “why do you think i’m with you?” peter immediately frowns back at you, “hey!”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

you take some time with your boyfriend to sort through the books that you’re thinking of purchasing. peter wasn’t much help, every time you’d ask for his opinion on a book, he’d mumble the same “yea, i like that one” or “that’s a nice book.” nevertheless, you narrow your choices down to three novels, and head down to the registers to check out. 

once hearing your total, you shuffle your wallet out of your purse to pay, only to immediately hear the transaction go through successfully. confusion paints your face until you look at peter shoving his phone into his back pocket and grabbing your stack of books, “we don’t need the receipt, thank you,” and he’s off. 

you rush to catch up with him. “peter,” you groan, “why would you do that? you didn’t have to pay for my books.” “i know” is all he says. you instantly feel bad. although you appreciate peter doing sweet things like this for you, you’re always against him spending his money on you like that. 

he’s by the exit when peter realizes you’re still standing near the end of the registers. he walks back up to you, “baby, it’s no big deal, really. i haven’t seen you in a while. i wanted to do something nice for you.” his eyes are genuine when he offers a small shrug. you mirror peter’s blushing smile.

“thank you.” his eyes crinkle when you plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “at least let me buy you a latte.” you tug at peter’s hand and he lets you drag him to the connected starbucks. “you sit,” urging him to take a seat in the seating area. you don’t trust him to come up with you to registers anymore. when you place your order, you remember you still own a gift card with leftover credit from the cafe and you hand it to the cashier, deciding to use it after glancing at the expiration date. you turn back to your boyfriend, watching him flip through your chosen books. 

when the baristas call out your name, you happily take the drink, giving it to peter, and taking his hand to lead yourselves back to the car. he takes a sip of his latte and raises his brows in contentment, “you still remember my order?” “course i do, it’s the same as always.”

you’re buckling yourself in and starting the car when he takes another sip of his hot milk coffee, “did you really buy my drink with a leftover gift card?” your shocked face tinges in embarrassment and you look back at his raised eyebrow and smug smile.

“what, it expires today!”

[deliciouspirateangel]

degrassi for the tv show ask 🥰 and if you want since it's not on the list - game of thrones? (although sansa is ofc the only character that counts 😇)

Yay thank you! I'll do both but it's gonna be so uneven lol. Like there's a million Degrassi things worth mentioning and also my GOT knowledge is so fuzzy so... not gonna be much there lmao. But whatever Degrassi is the superior show anyway, duh

Degrassi -

favorite male character: Jay, Tristan, Eli, Miles, Marco, Zig, Jimmy, Drew, Tiny, Connor, Dallas... So many (mostly) good boys

favorite female character: Manny, Alli, Alex, Bianca, Clare for the drama lol, Maya, Fiona, Imogen, Zoe, Jenna, Holly J, Jane, Liberty... That's enough lol

least favorite character: So so so many. Dave, KC, Esme, Frankie, Lola, Ellie, KATIE, Dylan. Then like anyone who should be in jail like Peter, Derek, Hunter, Luke (who was in jail yay) and any adult that had a relationship with one of the students

prettiest character: Manny! Alli also. And Alex until she got that nose job lol

funniest character: So hard to focus on comedy when so much of this show makes me miserable alskfjslks. JT is an obvious one. Moe. Also Jake when he started smoking pot asjsalkfs. A lot of them make me laugh but not for reasons I should be laughing lmao

favorite season: Hmm that's a hard one. Probably like 9-13?? The Clare era. But there's honestly something happening all the time like there's hardly a dull moment. Except all of Next Class, no one needs to see that

favorite episode: Again I just binge this show so much that it all runs together and I don't really remember episode titles lol. For some serious episodes, Rick shooting up the school, and then the one dealing with the aftermath of Cam's suicide. For some fun ones, Degrassi Goes Hollywood (mainly the Manny plot) (even tho that also makes me cry), the bottle ep that's an homage to the Breakfast Club, and the Vegas Night ep is ridiculously iconic

favorite romantic ship: JANNY. I knew they got together before they did and I was literally like "nope sorry im never gonna ship this" well. Here we are. Also love Fiona/Imogen, Alli/Dallas, Connor/Jenna, Tristan/Miles, Drew/Bianca, and Eli/Clare, bc they were so dramatic you have to love them

favorite family ship: Again I hate all these awful awful parents so no one there. Maybeee Adam and Drew? Aww and Dallas and Rocky, and Mia and Isabella <3

favorite friend ship: Fiona and Eli, JT and Toby, Alex and Jay, Adam with Eli and Clare, Tristan with Maya and Zoe

worst ship: Any adult dating a teenager, obviously. All the actual abusive ones (which includes Zig and Esme [put him in the hospital], Jenna and KC [criminal negligence], and Drew and Katie [rapist]). Frankie and anyone, Peter and anyone, Ellie and anyone alskjfslkfs. Miles and Lola, Alli and Dave, I could be here forever talking about this so I'll stop <3

GOT -

favorite male character: Hodor. And Sam, Sam was nice. Aaand Grey Worm ig

favorite female character: SANSA STARK QUEEN OF THE NORTH BABYYY. I also like Margaery, Brienne, Olenna, Catelyn, Shae, and Missandei

least favorite character: Daenerys Flopgaryen. And like all the obvious ones - Joffrey, Ramsay, Petey, whoever. At least they were good villains lol

prettiest character: All the ladies I listed above <3

funniest character: Umm Olenna?? She had all those sick burns lol

favorite season: literally couldnt even tell you

favorite episode: the one where joffrey dies is pretty fun. and the red wedding. uhh the battle of the bastards? that was a good battle i think

favorite romantic ship: Sansa and me <3 i really couldnt tell you this either lmao idk

favorite family ship: the tyrell family? rip

favorite friend ship: sansa and margaery

worst ship: all of them tbh. special shout out to dany x khal and dany x jon bc people actually like those lol

send me a show!

[harryspet]

pinky promise | p.parker, b.barnes & s.rogers

[Warnings] little!peter x little!reader, stucky x reader, stucky x peter, ddlg, ddlb, polyamory, fingering, vaginal sex, sex in little space, age regression, millionaire!stucky, hints of breeding kink

A/N: she’s finally here :)  i intended for this to have more stucky but it just didn’t work out lol 

In which Peter and you play Mommy and Daddy. 

taglist: @peterztinglez @lovelynerdytraveler @buckybarney @hollandsdream @micki-smiles @buckybarnesplumwhore @arts-ismything @saharzek @lovemassivelybeautifulbouquet @what-is-your-wish  @brattypeony @hermayone @buckysugar @mandiiblanche @nsfwsebbie​@yanderepeterparker @ttqueen05 @belleknows​ @write-from-the-heart​ @sad-ed-noise​ @quaksonhehe​

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“Pick out which one you want, baby,” Bucky whispered before walking past the little curtain, talking into his cellphone as he listened in on an important phone call. You went back and forth trying on the same skirt, one white and the other a light pink. You were starting to get a bit frustrated, knowing that you preferred when Steve just chose for you. 

You huffed, deciding that you didn’t want to look at yourself in the dressing room mirror for any longer. You decided to put them back on their individual hangers and put your clothes on. That morning, Daddy had put you in one of your “big girl” dresses. It was still light blue with ruched sleeves but, paired with your white sneakers, you looked normal enough to walk around the mall. 

When you left the dressing room, Bucky was waiting for you. His face instantly fell when he saw your expression, “What’s wrong?” He grabbed your arm softly and when you turned your face away from him, he grabbed your chin, “Which skirt did you pick?”

“I didn’t like them,” You spoke softly, your eyes slowly rising up to meet his.

“But you looked beautiful in them,” You gave him a shy look and his lips began to tug into a grin. He reached up to brush a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“I can’t decide,” You told him, “I don’t need them anyways …”

“Nonsense. If you can’t choose, then my princess must have both. How else are you supposed to turn heads and make a good impression on the first day of classes?” Bucky easily dismissed the idea, “We’ll have a fashion show tonight and the boys can help you pick.”

You should’ve known that money would be no object to him. It was never to Steve but it seemed Bucky liked to spoil you especially. No wonder Peter was so spoiled. 

“Thank you, Papa,” As he heard your voice, the raise in pitch and the pouting lips, he knew what you needed. He kissed your forehead softly. 

“Awe, my baby doesn’t want to be a big girl anymore. Let’s get you home then, princess.”

It was true. Your date today was very nice and you loved the bond you were building with Bucky but you wanted desperately to wind down in little space. After a long day of college classes, your favorite thing was coming home to Steve but now you got to come home to three people who wanted to baby you. 

From the moment, Bucky buckled your seatbelt for you, you were already beginning to slip. He held your hand the entire ride and as the two of you walked into the luxurious brownstone in Brooklyn that you called home. 

You were quite ready to run into Steve’s arms but the first thing you saw was Steve’s arms wrapped around Peter. The younger boy was sitting in his lap, playing a video game, his eyes focused on the flat screen illuminating the living room. 

When Steve saw you, he smiled of course, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Steve was Peter’s Daddy as well but, in your moment of wanting to regress, you couldn’t help but want Steve’s full attention.  

“Hi, Papa!” Peter shouted, his eyes not leaving the Mario Kart game. He was dressed in his PJ’s, the footie ones that had all the little Darth Vader’s printed on them. 

“How was your trip? Successful, I hope,” Steve asked. 

Bucky seemed to notice your mood had a fell and that's when you felt his hand on your waist. He lifted you easily, setting you on his hip, all while holding your shopping bags. You were very grateful, resting your head on his shoulder, “Very successful but this one is in need of some tender love and care. I think we need a nice warm bath, don’t we?”

Bucky felt you nod and his lips pressed into a thin line. Steve flashed him a knowing look and Bucky gave him a look that said, “don’t worry, i got this”. The merging of your small family went much better than Steve had anticipated but you still had your moments. 

Bucky carried you upstairs into the room you shared with Peter. The walls weren’t painted white but the two sides of the room contrasted each other. Peter’s side was full of pastel blues and greens while yours was rainbow central. 

Bucky ran a bath for you and, much to your enjoyment, he joined you inside. You felt completely relaxed as he ran a wash cloth along your skin, soaping you up and massaging your skin gently. Your back against his front, Bucky could feel you slowly relaxing. 

“You know, both Daddy and Papa love you very much,” Bucky spoke into your ear, his hand dropping between your legs, slowly spreading them. 

“Mhm,” You agreed, shivers running through you despite the warm water. 

“And Peter does too …” As his fingers spread your folds, his strong hands began to rub in a circular motion.

“I know, Papa,” His pace was still gentle, every circle he made teased your sensitive bulb, and you found your hips starting to grind against his fingers. Your eyes closed as you tried to focus on the sensation. 

“That’s why I think that this weekend … you and Peter should spend some time together, while Daddy and Papa are away on business.”

Your eyes opened at that, surprise evident on your face, “Without Papa and Daddy? But we’re too little-” A small moan escaped your lips as he paid special attention to your special area. You slowly closed your eyes again. 

“Your big brother will take care of you, whatever you need, princess,” Bucky spoke softly, his fingers working methodically against your clit.

All you could do was nod, agreeing with whatever Bucky had said. You were too focused on your incoming orgasm to disagree. When you finally did release, Bucky didn’t let you go, he kept going until you were trying to pull away from his body. He wrapped his other arm around your torso, pulling you back, as he made you ride out your orgasm.

“Good girl,” He groaned into your ear, “What do you say?”

“T-Thank you, Papa,” You panted and he began to kiss the skin on your shoulder. 

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You were still deep into little space when you awoke the next morning. After a tearful goodbye to Steve and Bucky, you decided that you’d play dress up in order to cheer yourself up. Peter explained to you that he was going to be a “big boy” and make the two of you food for your tea party. A tea party that he invited himself to after complaining that his own stuffed bear was invited before him. 

You’d chosen a cowgirl hat to go with your flouncy pink dress and set the living room up to be your venue. The coffee table was fully decorated and pillows surrounded the table for all your guests to sit. 

“Petey!” You called to the kitchen just as he entered with a plate. You told him he had to dress up if he was to join you but he refused to put on one of your dresses. Instead, you had to settle for him wearing a red cape and a crown. 

He set it out in the middle of the table, proudly smiling as he exclaimed, “Ta-da!”

You took one look and pouted, “You burnt it,” There were about ten slices of burnt toast with butter, “And where are the finger sandwiches? Cinnamon scones?”

Peter gave you a confused look as he took a seat on the pillow beside you. He was already grabbing a piece of toast and stuffing his mouth, “The toast is pretty good,” Was the great response you received. You shook your head, deciding to just pour the tea for everyone. 

“Here’s tea for you Buttons, Sassy Cat, Miss Sprinkles, Sir Horse  …. and for you Mr. Parker,” You poured his tea carefully and you smiled, noting how impressed he seemed by the simple act. You set down the pot and grabbed your own cup, “And make sure you sip it like this, with your pinky out, because we’re sophisticated.”

“I thought you were a cowgirl,” Peter chuckled a bit as you watched him try to sip his tea carefully. 

“A cowgirl princess,” You corrected him with the utmost seriousness, “I’m still sophisticated.”

“My apologies, your majesty,” He bowed his head slightly and you felt your cheeks heat up.

Your day had started with burnt toast but you had a feeling Peter was going to make it a fun day. 

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Hours later, the living room was now shifted into a small fortress made of blankets and chairs. Toy Story was playing on the TV while you and Peter paid attention to your separate coloring books. Your most relaxing pastime was having your paci, letting it soothe you, while you colored. You stayed inside the lines unlike Peter and he’d constantly tear out his pages before starting again. 

The two of you had changed out of your costumes from early, having done a million activities since tea this morning. You were down your panties, a rainbow t-shirt, and fuzzy pink socks. You were flipping the page in your book when you felt Peter’s foot graze the bottom of yours. You didn’t think much of it, even starting to find the feeling soothing after a while. 

When you turned your head towards him, you found him watching you, “I’m bored,” He spoke suddenly, “Let’s play a video game.”

You only shook your head, turning back to your drawing, and you heard him let out a frustrated huff of air. The stroking of your foot soon turned into a tapping. Despite your attempt to ignore him, he began to inch closer to you. When you turned your head again, his face was only inches from yours and you were looking into his brown eyes, “We can play pretend some more,” That made you perk up and, despite being in the middle of drawing a castle, you set down your crayon. 

You gave him a curious look which caused him to smile, “We could play Mommy and Daddy,” As your eyebrows raised in confusion, he continued, “Well I’d be the Daddy and you’d be the Mommy of course. Don’t you know how to play?”

You slowly shook your head and Peter leaned in. You were frozen for a moment as he kissed your pacifier. You felt your cheeks heat us as he gently removed it from your mouth then pressed his soft lips against yours. You’d never shared a kiss with him while the two of you were alone and, for a moment, it felt forbidden, “We have to ask permission…”

Peter could see your enjoyment as clear as day, “But we’re just pretending. Mommies and Daddies kiss all the time,” You nodded, understanding though you still felt a bit nervous. 

“I like your kisses, Petey,” You said and you watched his face turn red. He leaned in again and you were grateful for his touch, how he moved your lips against yours, and how his tongue began to explore your mouth. You turned on your side and you felt his hands roam over your backside. 

He dipped his fingers into your panties, causing you to cry out, “Shush, we have to be quiet. We can’t wake up the baby,” He whispered to you and you instantly nodded, enjoying the sensation, “You’re soaked, Y/N.”

You could feel his member growing hard against your thigh, still confined to his underwear. You reached out to touch it and you watched him shudder at your touch, “Geez…” He groaned, “Do you want to make another baby?” Something seemed to shift in his eyes and suddenly he was more eager than before. 

“Yes,” You nodded, playing along to whatever scenario he was making up along the way, “I love being a Mommy.”

Peter couldn’t wait much longer and you let him climb on top of you as you quickly pulled down your panties. He didn’t waste time with his own underwear, pulling out his hard cock, and pressing against your warm heat. You felt his tip rub against your clit and then up and down your folds. 

You held onto the sides of his torso, gripping his striped shirt tightly as he began to sink inside of you, “Y-You’re so tight, honey,” he began to rock back and forth, looking into your eyes as he hovered over you. He gripped the pillows beneath you tightly, the motion in his hips causing your body to convulse beneath him. 

“Peter, peter, peter,” You breathed, biting down on your lip. His head dipped down, kissing your lips again and, distracted, you didn’t notice that his hand moved between your thighs. He fucked you while his hand stroked your sensitive bulb, knowing that would send you over your edge. As you tightened around him, you brought him to his climax. 

As he collapsed against you, catching his breath, you welcomed his embrace. 

“You can’t tell Papa or Daddy,” He told you, hugging you tight.

You only held out your pinky and he wrapped his around yours. 

You wouldn’t tell but you imagined the grand punishment that would ultimately lead to you cumming until you passed out. 

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“Petey … petey,” You tapped the sleeping boy’s nose until you finally startled him awake. He was quite cute when he slept, holding tight to his teddy bear while he was tucked into his baby blue sheets. Peter pouted as soon as he opened his eyes, seeing you hovering over his face, book in hand, “I can’t sleep.”

He attempted to close his eyes again, “Count your sheep, Y/N,” He mumbled as he turned his head away from you. 

You bounced on top of him, your legs straddling him, and he awoke again, “I counted all the sheep! Like five trillion-million of them,” As your voice raised, he pressed his pointer finger to his lips. He sat up on his elbows, giving you a frustrated look. 

“Shush, you don’t wanna get in trouble, do you?” You instantly shook your head, obeying his warning to calm down. Peter eyes the book in your hand, “Why can’t you read it to yourself?”

“I like the way you read,” You spoke earnestly, “And you can say all the big words.”

You knew that would work, stroking his ego. Peter loved it when everyone treated him like a big boy. He thought for only a moment, a small smile tugging at his lips and suddenly his tiredness was gone.

“C’mon, get under,” He motioned for you to move and, excitedly, you climbed under the covers with him. The twin-sized bed fit you two comfortably and you liked cuddling more than anything. As Peter pulled the covers over you, he whipped out the flashlight he kept underneath his pillow.

You rested your head against his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso, as you listened to him, “Don’ you worry, Harry. You’ll learn fast enough. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you’ll be just fine. Just be yerself. I know it’s hard. Yeh’ve been singled out, an’ that’s always hard. But yeh’ll have a great time at Hogwarts — I did — still do, ’smatter of fact.”

The accents he used always made you giggle. Peter was quite the story teller but that didn’t keep you from drifting off a few minutes later. Peter kept reading, entranced by the novel, but stopped when he heard your soft snores. He turned off the light and let the book fall against his stomach. 

“G’night, Y/N.”

[fa-headhoncho]

Fuck Iron Man

platonic!Peter Parker x Reader, platonic!Tony Stark x reader

Prompt: Literally this tiktok

Word Count: 979??

Reader: Gender neutral

Warning: underage drinking

Author's Note: I saw this tiktok and thought this would be so fucking funny if it was Tony instead so here it is.

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Walking into the large suburban house is like taking a step into a cliche high school movie. The music was blaring, the bass vibrating through your entire body, the smell of sweat and Axe spray overloading your nose, and the pulsing LED lights almost blind you. Every kid you’ve seen in the hallway all cramped into the house of John Jonah Jameson III, aka the son of the most hated publisher of the Daily Bugle. His parents were away on some trip and, of course, the teenage boy jumped at the opportunity to throw the “best party that Midtown High will ever see”.

“I don’t think we should be here, (Y/N).” You hear Peter mutter from behind you, reaching out and tugging you like a child fearing losing their parent in a crowd.

“Come on, Peter.” You sigh out, turning around to face him. He was hunched into himself, a nervous expression on his face as he takes in the unfamiliar environment. “Relax a bit, one night of fun won’t hurt you.”

“But this guy’s dad literally hates my guts, what if--”

You shake your head at him, resting your hands on his shoulders to cut off the rambling before he gets the chance to start it. The brunette freezes on the spot, staring back at you with his eyes wide and his mouth open, “No, this guy’s dad hates our Spider-friend, not you.” You correct, “All they know is we’re two completely normal teenagers who don’t have superhero alter-egos attending a completely normal high school party.”

Peter lets out a sigh and nods, his body visibly relaxing at your words. A smile appears on your face at the action. “Now,” You pull your hands away and start leading him down the hallway, “let’s see if our friend’s spidey senses will win us a game of beer pong.” You suggest with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

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As the night went on, the group of teenagers migrated to the basement of the home. The nicely decorated family room was transformed into a mini dance club; the couches were pushed against the wall, the table that once held endless files of documents was covered by varieties of alcohol, and the surround sound was blasting Mr. Brightside for the fifth time that night.

The bodies bumping against each other go unnoticed as you scream the chorus with your classmates. You don’t even notice your beverage being splashed onto you every time you jumped. Your mind was empty, only fuzzy thoughts bounced around as all your worries disappeared with every sip of Budlight you took.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!” You barely hear your name being called until someone appears in front of you. Their hand grabs your arm, trying to ground you back into reality. You blink your eyes, trying to get rid of the black spots that dance around your vision before you focus on the person.

“Oh, hi Petey!” You let out a giggle, finally recognizing the brunette. His worried expression goes completely over your head as you stare back at him. His mouth moves but you can’t hear anything come out. You squint your eyes and try to read his lips but all you can make out through your hazy state is;

“Something… something… Mr. Stark.”

Your ears perk up at the mention of your boss. Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to piece together why he was bringing the old man up. That guy was a buzz kill, always dragging you off to last-minute missions and taking up all your free time. “The price you have to pay to be a hero”, his words echo through your head.

Now appalled at the idea of the man ruining the one night you’ve gotten off in months, you shout out the first thing that comes to mind. “Yo, fuck Iron Man!” You scream out with the confidence of someone who wasn’t grateful for the hero to take them in and give them everything they asked for.

It’s as if the music has stopped and everyone had heard you. From a distance, you can hear someone echo your words. Then, it was like the group has come to an unspoken agreement, everyone starts yelling “Fuck Iron Man!” at the top of their little underage lungs.

A sense of gratification washes over you, proud that you started such a strong movement in the basement of drunk teenagers. Peter’s eyes widen as he watches you make your way over to the coffee table in the front of the room.

You stand with your back straight, fist raised in the air while the other holds a red plastic cup. You lead your new militia, chanting “Fuck Iron Man” with your full chest. Not even noticing the music has indeed stopped and people’s focus has shifted to the staircase.

Thinking they were waiting for you to say some choice words, you start your heartfelt speech. “For months, I’ve been holed up in the tower, doing Tony Stark’s dirty work! (L/N) do this, (L/N) do that, (L/N) have you completed your twenty missing assignments. No, I have a life! I’m still young! The old man has me on a leash, now look at me now, Tin-Can! I’m livin’ the dream!”

No one responds which causes your shoulders to drop. You were expecting cheers of agreement and excitement. Confused, you follow their gaze to the bottom of the staircase and your heart drops out of your ass.

All the alcohol in your blood stream seemed to evaporate as you see the Iron Man standing there. He had just heard about a hundred teenagers shouting profanities against him followed by his trainee’s revolutionary speech... he was astonished.

You gulp at his stance, knowing it too well. He had his arms acrossed his chest with one lazily holding his glasses to his lips, nibbling at the arm of it.

Oh, you were fucked.

“Mr. Stark, sir, I—“

“No, no, continue. Don’t stop on my accord.” His cocky voice sends shivers down your spine, “Tell me how you really feel.”

[waterme-stories]

"Tiny Observations" pt. 5

For @ageplay-may 2022, and for National Slider Day.

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Tiny Observations

A few small adventures from the Spideypool Holiday Special.

Creator: WaterMe-Stories Fandom: Spider-Man x Deadpool x Cable Rating: Teen Word Count: 100 Tags/Warnings: Daddy Kink, non-sexual ageplay, food kink, puns

Day and Prompt: Day 15: “Roleplay” Challenge: Hopscotch, D's Get Degrees, Spice & Sugar

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The scent of yeast warmed the apartment. Little Petey’s hands twitched toward the napkin-covered plate.

“Not till Daddy gets here!” Wade chastised.

On cue, the door slammed open to reveal Nathan “SexyBack” Summers, dressed like one of the Village People and wielding fuzzy handcuffs.

“What are you wearing?” asked Wade

“Aren’t we doing roleplay?”

“Pft. No, Daddy. We’ve been losing subscribers, posting to this series without food kink!”

Wade withdrew a freshly-baked dinner roll.

“I said we’re doing roll play!”

He pelted it at Nate, bolting away. With a groan, Nate took pursuit.

(Petey, meanwhile, started on his third roll.)

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[snakebites-22]

I feel like some domestic Peter Parker could really lift us all up rn 🥺🖤

Domestic Life of a Spider

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A/N: This request made me very happy and I was excited to write it. Sorry for being nearly a week since you sent it, but hopefully you still like it anyway. it’s also a lot shorter than my last fic. Like a lot, so I’m sorry. Anyways.

Warnings: like, none?? Unless you hate blueberries or something. It’s literally just straight up fluff.

Word Count: 918

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: lazy afternoon that feels like a morning with Peter. Lots of fluff and happiness. Enjoy <3

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Peter was curled up asleep underneath the thick comforter of your shared bed, completely passed out after having a late night patrol. He had been so tired after crawling in through the window at 4 in the morning that you practically had to undress him and get him into some comfier clothes on your own. Nevertheless, the sight of him now sleeping peacefully and in the safety of your home made you smile as you laid silently beside him.

It was now nearly 1 in the afternoon, but you couldn’t care less. You had woken up around about 3 hours earlier and had already had some pop tarts, but you figured Peter could do with something a lot better. So, after a good amount of stretching, you slowly climbed out of bed and trotted off to the kitchen to make his favorite: blueberry waffles with whipped cream.

It wasn’t even 10 minutes later when Peter slowly opened his eyes, vision fuzzy with sleep. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, a soft frown adorning his face when he noticed you weren’t in your usual space next to him. It took him a moment, but eventually he heard your usual morning playlist coming from the kitchen and that turned his sleepy frown into a lazy smile.

After a quick stretch of his sore muscles, Peter slowly climbed out of bed. He began to walk towards the kitchen with a hand tousling his already messy bedhead, when he could hear you singing along to whatever song just happened to start playing. A wide smile tugged at his lips as he leaned against the doorway.

You were dancing around the kitchen happily wearing his clothes as you made breakfast. The music was loud enough to get you jamming, but not loud enough that it would have woken Peter up, but little did you know that weirdo was standing behind you in the doorway watching the love of his laugh dance around the kitchen while being covered in flour.

You had been popping blueberries into your mouth while waiting for the waffle maker to finish up when you turned around and saw Peter smiling at you adoringly. His smile quickly left, however, when you yelled in fright and chucked a blueberry at him. He swiftly caught it and looked at you confused.

“What exactly did you think throwing a blueberry at me was gonna accomplish darling?” he asked, his morning voice still prominent.

You shrugged as your lover tossed the blueberry into his mouth with a satisfied hum.

“You aren’t supposed to be up yet!” You cried at him, arms crossed across your chest as you scowled at him. “Go back to bed.”

“What?” Peter asked with a raised eyebrow. Despite him being the afternoon, it was too early for whatever you were going on about.

“I’m making you breakfast in bed. So, if you want breakfast go back to bed.”

Peter sighed, but smiled. “Yeah, yeah okay.” He turned around and sauntered back to the comfort of his bed where nothing was confusing and he didn’t have to worry about having blueberries thrown at him.

Everything about that last thought was wrong, but oh well.

He was nearly about to drift back to sleep when his spider sense went off just before a small object hit the back of his head. A soft giggle came as a reply to his annoyed sleepy groan.

“Y/n what the hell,” he murmured as he rolled onto his back.

He was met with a big smile from the devil in question who was currently holding a tray with a mug and covered bowl on it. Peter smiled back at his lover as he carefully sat up.

“You know you didn’t have to do any of this,” Peter stated as you set the tray down in his lap.

“It’s the least I could do after the night you had,” you said as you kissed his head. “Besides, you haven’t even looked at what I made you yet.”

Peter looked at you curiously before lifting up the bowl. A happy little gasp left his lips as he looked at the plate you prepared for him. Three perfect blueberry waffles topped with whipped cream sat in a delicious stack with a side of fruit salad beside it. You even made him a cup of coffee in his favorite Spider-Man mug.

He pulled you into a tight side hug and nuzzled your temple. “Thank you so much darling. It looks absolutely delicious.”

You smiled proudly as you stole one of the strawberries from his salad and bit into it with a happy hum. “Just eat and enjoy it before I do,” you said through a mouthful of fruit.

He grinned widely and did just that. You stayed nestled into his side just like the perfect puzzle piece, only moving to snatch some fruit or a piece of waffle. At one point you scooped up some whipped cream from the waffles and smeared it across his nose causing him to laugh and do it back to you. This started a war between you two as you went from smearing whipped cream across one another's faces to having an all out pillow fight. Eventually, you both collapsed onto the bed in a fit of giggles, pillows still clutched in your hands. You both turned to look at one another at the same time, and Peter felt the biggest grin split across his face. God how he loved mornings with you. Well, afternoon technically. Whatever.

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[maruchanart]

GO FOR IT, FUZZY!

[stardusttrashed]

Accidentally in Love Part 4

Previous Part

Pairing: Peter Parker x POC!Reader

Word Count: 1452

A/n: Quick thanks to everyone who has supported the story so far, love you all. I have at least one more part I want to do of this

“Hey kid,” a voice stated calmly as Peter climbed in through the window, making him stumble into the room.

“M-Mr.Stark,” Peter said, his voice an octave higher than usual due to him being caught off guard. “Everything alright? Is there another secret mission you need me on?” He couldn’t help but already feel giddy at just the idea of Mr.Stark needing him on another mission.

“No, nothing like that, I just thought I check on you. Your aunt tells me you’ve been coming in past midnight almost every night,” Tony explained causing a light blush to form on Peter’s cheeks.

“Hey May,” Y/n called out happily as she walked into the apartment.

“Hi sweetheart,” May smiled, glancing over her shoulder. She lowered the fire on the stove and turned around to face Y/n, leaning on a nearby counter. “Looking for Peter?” A knowing smirk rested on her lips as she watched Y/n’s whole demeanor change at the mention of Peter. “Have you two made it official yet, or are you still claiming you’re just friends?”

Y/n choked on the water she had been taking sips from, “I, um, don’t know what you’re talking about. I came here to hang out with my favorite aunt ever,” she stuttered as she tried to gain her cool. “And to eat some of your world famous cookies.”

“You know they’re store bought right?”

“But you’re the one who puts love in them and bakes them, so…” Y/n smiled goofily as she shot May finger guns.

May let out an unconvinced hum and a quiet chuckle, “you two are such dorks. He has company right now, but he should be in his room.”

“For the record, I’m only going to his room to go be polite and say ‘hi’,” Y/n explained as she walked off, causing May to giggle and shake her head.

“Oh, uh, everything’s good. You’ll never believe what just happened,” Peter exclaimed, slyly trying to change the subject.

“Did someone buy you a churro again?” Tony raised an eyebrow, allowing Peter to switch topics for a second only because of how excited he seemed.

“No, well, yeah. But that’s not what I wanted to tell you about,” he chuckled, walking into his closet so he could change out of his suit.

“Having secret meetings without me?” Y/n opened the door just enough so she could squeeze through, closing it behind her. She giggled quietly as Peter practically ran out of his closet so he could see her, stumbling over a pair of shoes. “Oh, I, um,” she stuttered once she noticed Tony sitting at Peter’s desk. “Wow, you’re Tony Stark.I didn’t mean to interrupt, I just wanted to say hi to Peter. I’ll just come back later-.”

“Don’t,” Peter protested at the same time Tony said it was fine, his outburst making it to where Y/n could barely hear Tony’s reply at all. He took off his mask and tossed it aside, revealing a mess of curls on his face and a bashful smile. “Hey, love,” he said softly. He ran a hand through his hair nervously, biting the inside of his bottom lip.

Tony looked back and forth between the two blushing teenagers with goofy smiles and heart eyes. He chuckled silently and shook his head, standing up from his chair. He had seen her face plenty of times on Peter’s lock screen or in the occasional picture Peter would show him. It was almost to the point where Tony felt as if he knew Y/n personally, listening to Peter talk about her as if she were his air. He cleared his throat, “care to introduce me, Peter?” The two pairs of eyes immediately focused on him, remembering they weren’t alone.

“Yeah, of course,” Peter smiled as he walked over to Y/n. “Y/n meet Mr.Stark. Mr.Stark meet my fri-,” he paused when he saw Tony raise an eyebrow, and looked at Y/n standing beside him. “Meet my girlfriend Y/n.” It felt weird to actually be able to refer to her as his girlfriend to someone for the first time. Yet at the same time, it felt perfect as if that word were made just for her.

“I’m going to go ahead and assume she’s the reason you’ve been coming home so late,” he stayed with a smug smirk. “It’s great to finally meet you Y/n.” A slightly confused look on her face pushed Tony to explain further, encouraging the embarrassing parent side of him to come out. “Peter talks about you often, heck you’re pretty much one of the only things he seems to talk about. He likes you a lot, even before you two started dating. Which reminds me,” Tony began, focusing on Peter with a proud smile. “I’ll have Happy take you two out of the city so you can finally show her some real stars.”

Peter’s eyebrows knitted together as he tried to figure out what Tony was referring to before it finally dawned on him. He’d forgotten he told Tony about the night he snuck out to go look at stars with Y/n. It was before he’d ask her out or even told her he liked her. They had been friends for nearly a year, not that Peter was keeping track of time or anything, when Y/n called him one night and asked him to come to her house.

“Thank you for coming here, Petey,” Y/n whispered as she let him into her house, quietly closing the door behind him. “Sorry if I woke you up.”

“Don’t worry about it I was up already-,” he stopped himself short of his thought, worried his statement would cause suspicion. She had called him at the end of his nightly patrol of the city, it was perfect timing actually. “I couldn’t sleep anyways,” he lied.

“Guess it’s just one of those nights,” she chuckled quietly as she led him to her room.

“Are you sure about this?” Peter asked uneasily as she climbed out her window with a fuzzy blanket in hand.

“Honestly, not really,” she glanced down at him with a soft smile resting on her lips that sent his heart racing. “But I’m positive the view from the roof is more fun than the view from the backyard.” As the last word fell from her lips her foot got caught in the trailing blanket and a crack of thunder filled the air. Had it not been for Peter’s quick reflexes she would’ve tumbled out of the window. “Thanks,” she breathed, shock settling down inside her.

“Maybe we should take a rain check on laying on your roof,” Peter whispered, still holding Y/n close to him. His gaze fell onto her face, taking in everything- the strands of hair in front of her eye, the tired look mingled with a look of increasing relaxation. “I can still stay the night and we can look at the stars by your window.”

His heart skipped a beat as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and sunk just as quick when she whispered, “You’re the best friend ever.”

“There’s a shooting star,” Y/n whispered excitedly, pointing at the blinking light in the sky.

“Um, love, that’s a plane,” he chuckled in reply, earning a soft embarrassed giggle from her. “I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”

“Probably, but I like spending time with you,” she mumbled as she pulled the blanket higher.

“Me too. I mean with you,” he fumbled with his words, Y/n’s sweet giggle only making him fumble more. “I like spending time with you too.”

It didn’t take long before she had fallen asleep, her head resting on his shoulder with the blanket pulled up to her neck. He had been in the middle of telling her some stuff about stars that he looked up on the way to her house just to make sure he’d have something to talk to her about. He sat there frozen for what felt like hours, admiring the girl in his arms. She’d managed to catch his attention without even trying, even before he actually spoke to her. He could tell from the moment she walked past him on the street for the first time that she was going to be a big part of his life. The longer he knew her the more he couldn't be surer that he wanted her to be in his life for a long time. “I like you Y/n,” he whispered with a dazed smile hinted on his lips as he moved a curl out of her face.  

@que-es-life

[emma-frxst]

Kaccey’s Colossal Christmas Special- Day 3/3

A/N- MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! I love you all. 

Pairing: Colossus x Reader

Summary: Colossus and Reader spend Christmas time together.

This Chapter: A Christmas morning surprise

Warnings: none.(okay maybe one bad word.)

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You stood at the window in your fuzzy socks and Christmas themed pjs, watching the snow fall. You had already plugged in the tree lights and built a blazing fire in the fireplace. It was peaceful

A few minutes later you heard Piotr’s heavy footsteps coming down the hall. He joined you at the window, wrapping his arms and a blanket around you.

 “Good morning Pete.”

“Good morning y/n.” He said and kissed the top of your head.

You laid your head against his chest, relishing the perfect moment.

This was what the season was all about; love. 

“...y/n..?”

He pulled away from you, digging in the pocket of his pajama pants.

He revealed a little box.

Your jaw dropped. That little box had a ring in it. A nice and probably very expensive ring. Especially since Petey was earning a teacher’s salary.

Before he could say anything you grabbed his face and kissed the ever loving fuck out of him. 

You pulled back and couldn’t stop smiling. 

“Yes”

“Yes?!”

“Yes, Piotr I’ll marry you.”

“Yes!” He exclaimed, pulling you into a massive embrace, peppering kisses all over your face.

“Merry Christmas моя любовь.” (my love)

“Merry Christmas, my fiancée.”

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I hope you all liked this! thanks for reading!

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[spider-man-and-i]

8. Nobody ever asks me what I hate about being Spider-Man

So this chapter might make you all think that I am writing about the Amazing Spider-Man but I am simply mixing that with Spider-Man: Homecoming. I'm still focusing on Tom Holland's Spider-man. SOrry for any possible confusion.

~~Princess~~

"HOLY SHIT! Guys get in here! Dead Pools raping the kid!!" Pietro yelled and as he was running you could hear Steve yell at him to mind his language. Wade was already on his feet with his hands in the air. Peter had tried to stand up to defend him but Wade simply pushed him back down.

*We wasn't raping him! He kissed us first!* ~That doesn't matter,White. He's underage. Its still considered rape.~ *Not if all we did was kiss him!* ~Point taken.~

Soon enough Clint, Steve , Tony, Wanda, Natasha, and Bruce were all storming into the room, all ready to rip Dead Pool's head off. The men surrounded him while Wanda and Natasha ran to Peter. Asking him what happened if he was okay if he wanted them to kill Wade and they were asking.all of this without even giving Peter time.to respond. Everyone in the room was either talking or yelling.

"Guys I'm fine." Peter said but his voice was lost as the yelling grew louder. "Really, I'm okay." He tried again. By now everyone except Bruce and Peter was surrounding Wade. Peter knew he had to act fast, before the first punch was thrown. He had once taken Wade on patrol and ended in a particularly nasty fight in which Peter had to swing 6 men to the hospital with non-fatal injuries. Wade had lost his cool after one of the men hit him.

Pete knew he wouldn't be able to stop Wade, not with his current strength. "EVERYONE! AVENGERS! AYE! I'M TALKING HERE! SPIDER-MAN IS TALKING! HELLOOOOOO!! HEY ASSHATS!" Peter yelled, gaining no attention what so ever. He glanced at Bruce who just shrugged. "Hand me that cup, please." Peter said and as soon as the glass was in his grip he didn't hesitate to send it flying above the heads of the heroes.

It shattered against the wall with a loud crash, no one was hurt but finally everyone looked back at him, their eyes wide and mouths ajar. "Now that I have your undivided attention!" Peter yelled. " Wade did not do anything wrong. I kissed him. He didn't even know I was going to kiss him, and so help me god if any of you lay one finger on him I will Spider-Man my way out of this bed and kick all of your asses." Peter said. There was a long silence before Tony ushered everyone other than Bruce out of the room. As Bruce checked on Peter, Tony spoke.

"Peter.." Tony said as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Peter, you don't know Dead Pool like we do. He's not a good guy and quite frankly I don't you should be friends with him let alone whatever you think he is to you now." Peter's blood was boiling. He was mad. No he was pissed. He knew Wade better than anyone in the building, most likely more than anyone in the entire world.

"What I do on my own time is none of your business. Wade has been there for me when I needed him the most, He had let me stay with him and he has had my back more times than anyone of you. He has done all these things without asking for anything in return." Pete said and he had tears in his eyes as he spoke, looking anywhere other than Tony.

"You think he is doing those things out of the goodness of his heart!? HA! This is Dead Pool we're talking about here, Peter. Everything he does is for himself. It may seem like he is being your friend, but he always has his own hidden agenda." Peter's heart was racing in anger. His head was spinning, no literally the world around him was spinning, his vision was getting fuzzy as he started to feel lightheaded.

"Enough! Tony! He is still weak and all of this excitement isn't good for him." Bruce said just as Peter's strength failed to hold him on the bed any longer sending him over the edge of. Whilst Bruce hauled him up he sent Tony a glare that screamed 'I told you so.' "And I think that Peter is good for Wade. He seems more..stable." Bruce said earning a death glare and a humorless laugh from Tony as he left the doctor to tend to his patient. As soon as Tin Man was gone, Wade appeared out of nowhere, having teleported in as soon as he seen Tony leave.

When Wade seen that Peter was unconscious he was fuming instantly, leaving Bruce to think that he had chosen the wrong words earlier..Stable had been the right word to explain how Peter was changing the Mercenary. "What the hell happened? What did that big sack of tin cans do to my Petey boy?" Dead Pool yelled the questions as he paced back and forth.. He started ranting on and on about how he would kill Tony before Bruce could even answer the questions. Eventually getting tired of the rambling madness of the very unstable merc, Bruce grabbed Pool by the shoulders and stopped his frantic movements.

"Wade. He just got overwhelmed by all of the sudden excitement. He's just passed out. His heart rate and other vitals are normal. He's okay. But you listen to me Dead Pool, I just told the big metal one that Pete is good for you. You best not prove me wrong or I might get mad, really mad, and you know from past experiences what happens when I get really mad." Bruce finished before walking out. Leaving Wade and Peter alone again. Wade just sat down on the bed and stared at the sleeping spider. He looked ever so peaceful. His dark lashes once again contrasting his pale skin. His hair standing in all of the right places. His cheeks a light color of rose pink.

"Oh, baby boy..." Wade sad as he stared down at the sleeping arachnid. "Maybe they're right..Maybe I shouldn't be around you. No, White, it really is best for him...Yellow is right..." Wade said. Peter stirred slightly as Wade pulled his own mask up and kissed Peter on his cheek. "I gotta go..Gotta get out of your life before I complicate things more than I already have...I will go somewhere, only you know I will be every night and stay there waiting for you...If you don't show I understand and I will leave...But if you do come and find me...I will stay with you..." And then Wade was gone.

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When Peter woke up he asked for Wade first. When Bruce told him that Wade had left he felt sick, he felt abandoned, some part of him knew that Wade wasn't planning on coming back. The darkness that consumed Peter after Gwen died was back and he just sat there staring at nothing in particular. Bruce and the others tried to talk to him but he just ignore them. That is until about a week later Clint offered the kid some alcohol. After a few drinks Peter was openly answering questions thrown at him.

"How did you get those scars?" Someone asked and Peter cringed he shook his head, an indication that he wasn't going to answer. He didn't want to talk about the scars that covered his thighs. There were some in the shapes of x's some shaped like crosses and others were just deep gashes that healed far too quickly.

"Nothing too personal please."

"How did you get your powers?"

"I was bitten my a radioactive spider." The laughs that bounced off the rooms walls told him that they thought he was kidding. "No really, I was bitten by a spider that was in the Oscorp building. I had ventured off on my on and found a room filled with spiders, curiosity did what it does best and I touched one of the many webs that the spiders we connected too. They all started falling and I thought I had shaken them all off but as I got caught walking back towards the group by Gwen, I was bitten."

"How do you shoot webs?"

"Well, you know how I said I had touched one of the webs leading to the rain of spiders? Well I bought some of that and made the web liquid myself, after studying it for a while."

"Could the same spider's give other people the same abilities if they were bitten?" Bruce asked looking intrigued. Peter simply shook his head before explaining how his father had made the spiders with his own DNA so only his blood line could be affected by the spiders bite. There were many other questions that Peter asked but when Tony asked what Peter liked best about being Spider-Man he got excited, he had been waiting for a question similar to this one.

"What do I like about being Spider- Man?" He repeated as if asking himself a question he had asked several times before. "I like everything about it. I love the free falling, the swinging and the saving. But I really love the danger that comes along with it all." The next question was about his powers. He told them that he had super strength, hearing, scent and taste. He could stick to any surface with just his hands and feet. He had great agility and was super flexible. He mentioned his healing factor. He told him he was smart. Then he asked them which characteristic they thought would be best, which would be the most helpful in a fight.

"I would say the super strength." Steve replied and Peter nodded looking at the next to speak.

"I would love agility." Wanda said and Peter raised an eyebrow.

"I think I would love to have the healing factor." Tony said. All eyes landed on Bruce who had been lost in his own thoughts. His answer was formed as a question. He asked if the intelligence was the best in combat. Peter just shook his head.

"You all have your own little ideas but those aren't the best ones." Peter sad as he shifted slightly. He turned his back on the group who watched intently. "Throw something at me." There was arguing about him not being healed but Bruce simply shook his head and informed everyone that Peter was in fact 100% healed. Peter felt the familiar buzz and burn in the back of is head. A cup? Really? How cliche. He turned about an inch before the cup would have hit him in the back of the head, he simply stuck out his hand and grabbed it. He turned back around tossed the cup back to Tony who still had his hand in the air from when he had thrown it. Everyone was stunned.

"I got this thing every since I got bitten. I like to call it my Spider-Sense. It lets me know when I'm in trouble or when something is coming my way and I don't know it. It's like this buzzing and burning alarm in the back of my head." Everyone just stared at him. The silence was broken by a rather heavy question.

"Why did you go after the Vulture even after Tony told you to forget about him? Why risk your life when you're only 16? " Steve asked not realizing how personal he went with the question.

"When you can do the things I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you." Peter said as he stared out the window. "With great power, comes great responsibility." Peter added. He could feel the tears stinging his eyes. "That's what my uncle Ben told me the night he got shot." His voice cracked and tears spilled at the mention of that night. "It was my fault...I could have stopped him but I didn't..I didn't out of rage. 'You're a lot like your father, and that's a good thing, but your father lived by a philosophy....a principle.... he believed that if you could to good things...... for other people that you had a moral ....obligation to do those things." Peter said quoting his uncle's words from so long ago. His voice was barely more than a whisper and Peter could feel the constriction of his throat as he spoke.

"Then I gave the equation to my dad's old friend Dr. Connors, who you all know as the Lizard. Stupid! Idiot!" Peter said as he threw his head back into the wall behind him. "I found his lab and everything and decided it was time to end it. I ended him right after I did my girlfriend's dad died, Captain Stacey. I couldn't save him. I should have but I didn't." He said as he looked away. "It's all my fault. Then came Electro. My fault as well. I told him I needed him and then I forgot, I forgot who he was after I told him he was important. Stupid!" Peter slapped himself in the face. "He did what he did out of rage for me. Then teamed up with my best friend, Harry, who ended up turning into the Green Goblin." He didn't notice everyone gasp at the mention of Harry being his best friend. "I took care of Electro but Gwen...She told me she was coming with me. Then Harry killed her..No,...I killed her. I couldn't save her. She hit her head at the bottom of the tower. If only I could have been quicker." Peter was sobbing, his words were barely audible. "Everyday I wake up knowing that no matter how many lives I protect, no matter how many people call me a hero, someone even more powerful could change everything. I made a choice. This is my path." Peter said and then he looked up at Steve again.

"I try to sacrifice myself to save this city and to take back all the wrong I caused. It should have been me that died that night. No one would miss the masked vigilante who swings through the city. But people miss Gwen. So many people miss her." Peter wiped the tears and looked at Tony. "You asked me what I loved about being Spider-Man...But no one ever asks what I hate about being this...About being Spider-Man. I hate the sacrifices. Everyone would be better off it I would have died instead... She was far too young and many people miss her. I still miss her. Nobody would miss the lowlife, nobody named Peter Parker." He had started crying again and was soon hyperventilating. Bruce tried to calm him as everyone in the room shuffled out, Wanda crying from the boys words, Natasha just staring ahead not daring to close her eyes as the Widow had tears in her eyes that were usually dry. That's when everyone realized just how much being a hero had broken the kid, how fragile the boy under the suit was. Nobody ever said that being a hero was all fun and games, but being a child, Spider-Man had figured it out the hardest of ways. Peter Parker was lost in his pain, and the only one who could fix him was Wade, the merc with a mouth.