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sad, beautiful, tragic
distance, timing, breakdown, fighting
silence, the train runs off its tracks
kiss me, try to fix it
could you just try to listen?
hang up, give up
and for the life of us, we can get back
peter parker x reader!!
(treacherous part 2)
PLOT - in which peter parker tries to talk to his rival after multiple drunk make out sessions the previous night.
WARNINGS - sexual references, no smut, make out scenes, allusions to sexual activity, weed, smoking, kiss and makeup attitude
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âjust talk to her, donât be an arseâ gwen smiled, swaying with the movement of the subway. the sun peeked through the windows as the train made its way out of a tunnel and closer to their destination.
âwhat exactly are you supposed to say to someone you made out with like, 3 times while drunk?? especially if you used to hate their gutsâ
âi donât know, âsorry i hated you before, i just internalised my fetish for goth stoners as hatred- letâs make out some moreâ or something-â gwen joked, before being cut off by a frustrated peter.
âare you kidding me? sheâs gonna spot us across the carriage any second now and i wonât have any idea what to say to her!â
y/n sat cross legged in her seat, reading some depressing book from the early 1900âs about some depressing characters, written by a depressed closeted gay man. she tucked a chunk of hair behind her ears before re-adjusting her headphones. âi bet sheâs listening to fucking my chemical romance or korn or some shit,â peter chuckled as his eyebrows furrowed, gripping onto the hanging bars of the train carriage.
ânope, look on spotify,â gwen corrected. peter turned away from y/n to look over at gwen, his eyes drifting to the screen of her phone.
âit says sheâs listening to⊠taylor swift?â she said, a confused expression painted on her face. peter jolted his head back in shock, overcome with anxiety. âaunt may loves taylor swiftâŠâ he murmured, the rustle of the train carriage pulling him away from gwen.
âlet me see what song,â peter insisted as he gestured to see gwenâs phone. she passed it over to him, watching his face move as he read the title.
âsad, beautiful, tragic⊠iâm pretty sure thatâs from red, right?â peter questioned. gwen shrugged her shoulders in response. âi donât know. iâm more of a midnights and evermore type of girlâ she replied. peter scrolled down to the lyrics of the song, his eyes widening and his lips pursing.
âgwen, iâm totally fuckedâ
y/n had slept on what had happened the previous night. spider-man saved her from getting robbed and gave her some very unhelpful advice. what the fuck would spider-man know anyways? he doesnât get any bitches. y/n may have also ghosted peter, but who cares? y/n put her heart out on the table, for some reason expecting more from the person who constantly teased her everyday for 2 years. sure, she shouldâve saw it coming, but she didnât. which is why she was going to be as dramatic as possible.
this meant a new playlist. no more limp biskit; nobody cries to âbreak stuffâ!! it was time to listen to the entire red album on repeat, along with âultraviolenceâ and elliott smith. y/n was fully ready to be a sad little bitch.
on monday morning, she scored a seat on the subways and started listening to her new playlist, putting on one particular taylor swift song on repeat while she read her sad little bitch book. she looked up for a split second to see peter and gwen talking.
âoh, so he can make time to talk to gwen, but not the girl he snogged three times?â y/n thought.
y/n turned up her volume and put away her book as she listened to the lyrics of the song. the train pulled up to the station within walking distance to her school and so she stood up. catching the eye of peter as she walked to the doors, she quickly averted her gaze and took a few steps back.
peter flinched at the sudden eye contact, turning his full body towards gwen. âgwen. do somethingâ he anxiously muttered. gwen nodded, smiling innocently, before beginning to casually walk over to y/n.
ây/n! howâd that hangover treat you?â gwen asked, pulling in y/n for a comfortable hug. y/n smiled hesitantly and embraced the act of affection. âso, so badly,â she replied, thinking back to the incident that followed the day after the party.
âthe hangover is the least of my troublesâ she stated and she glanced over at peter, who was watching both of them. âoh, do you meanâŠâ gwen asked as she gestured over to the lanky boy trailing behind them, walking onto the platform as the train doors opened.
âwhat? no! i was mugged,â y/n announced, arching her eyebrows. peter didnât look surprised. y/n took note of this, feeling somewhat offended that he didnât care.
ây/n! are you okay?? how did that happen?â gwen asked, completely and utterly shocked. peter walked over. âwait, yeah⊠are you okay y/n?â he asked, breaking out of his anxious state for one moment.
y/n sighed softly, rolling her eyes. âiâm fine, spider-man saved me and then gave me some very unhelpful advice.â she said as she pursed her lips, her eyes darting between gwen and peter. âheâs a total ride though- i hope heâs not like⊠46 or something,â she continued. gwen chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand as her cheeks turned pink. âdid you get to feel his abs?â she asked as the trio walked across queens to get to school.
âyeah, they were rock hard. i didnât expect him to be so fit!â y/n exclaimed. peter tried to stifle his blush as they got closer to the school, blocking out their conversation.
as they entered the gates, gwen quickly walked towards her class, leaving the two alone.
âum, we have math-â
âi know, peterâ y/n interrupted. her voice was cold and unemotional- a stark difference form her previous cheerful demeanour. this was the guy that she was squabbling with for years now⊠the guy that she also maybe had a few steamy dreams about as well. her preconceived notions about peter were contradicting with her fantasies and the realities of what happened over the weekend- causing her to spiral into a semi-depressed state of rage.
peter, on the other hand, knew exactly what he thought of y/n. he always thought that she was attractive, but a total arse. now, he found her being an arse super endearing. but that could have something to do with the fact that they made out 3 times and he almost touched her boobs.
the two walked in awkward silence to their math class, a strong tension in the air. they took their seats and sat painfully silently for an hour.
y/n tapped her pen on her notebook, not listening to a word the teacher was saying. âfuck it,â she thought, ripping out a piece of paper.
she scribbled a few words down before passing it over to peter.
âmake up for ghosting me by skipping second period and hiding in the unisex bathroomsâ
âsure :)â
the unisex bathrooms were dimly lit, far away from the rest of campus. surrounded by unused classrooms. the unisex bathrooms were a prime hookup spot⊠but for y/n, it was her own personal hotbox.
she lit the end of her joint and put her lighter in her jacket pocket as she leaned against the bathroom wall. y/n took a drag as she stared at the wall. she took another short hit, before passing it to peter. he did the same, his legs crossed.
âso why didnât you text me, dick face?â she started, crossing her arms. smoke escaped her lips as the talked, mesmerising peter.
âdick face?â peter repeated, stifling a grin as he shook his head.
âum⊠i guess i didnât know what to say,â he replied, passing back the joint. y/n smiled awkwardly as she rolled her eyes. âclassic parkerâŠâ
âwell, do you know what to say now?â y/n asked, sliding down to the floor, head level with peter. he shrugged his shoulders. âkinda,â he muttered.
âare you gonna say it, mcslutty?â
âi donât appreciate the name-calling, y/n.â he said irritably, his voice somewhat breathy.
âyou ghosted me too, remember?â peter added, raising his eyebrows.
âyeah, but i was mugged!â she said defensively, opening her mouth in shock. âobviously i was too busy!â
peter laughed, covering his face. âfair point.âpeter pursed his lips, looking down before taking another hit of the joint.
peter took a deep breath in, tapping the floor anxiously. âi really like you, y/nâ peter averted his eyes. âi used the think i didnât, but i was just lying to myself so i wouldnât have to confront the fact that thereâs actually nice stuff about you,â heâs smirked.
y/n chuckled. âwhat nice stuff?â
âyour face, obviously. your musical skills, your rolling skills. youâre also really funny, and youâre so generous. youâre not nice to everyone, but you still help everyone- if that makes sense? but yeah⊠shit like that i guess,â
y/n smiled sincerely, slightly tilting her head to the side. âthatâs pretty sweet, shitheadâ
it took them a whole 40 seconds before they started jamming their lips together, peterâs hands gripping y/nâs waist as she sat on top of his lap. her hands cupped his face gently, occasionally pulling a hand away and running it through his hair.
she pulled away for air, before continuing her attack on his lips, her hands trailing down his torso as she fiddled with his shirt. peter pulled away, looking up at her before her eyes drifting to her hands.
âwhat are you doing there?â he asked teasingly, his voice limited to a hoarse whisper.
she began to frantically kiss his neck, her hands still fiddling with the fabric of his shirt. âfelt something hard. wondering if youâre ripped or just really horny.â she muttered breathily, one hand resting under his shirt as she caressed his torso, while the other hand gripped a bundle of his hair.
he looked as her curiously as she felt up his chest, watching her pull away with a look of shock and confusion. âpeter? what the fuck?â she exclaimed, her hair messy and cheeks red.
âwhat? whatâs wrong?â peter asked, panicked as his eyes drifted down to his pants, before meeting her eyes again. his face turned red, putting up his hands in surrender.
âhey, you were the one grinding against my-â
âno, youâre fully ripped!â she whispered, her eyes wide as her hand retracted from under his shirt. âjesus christâŠâ she muttered, lifting his shirt to take a peek.
peter burst out into a fit of dry laughter, tilting his head back and lightly hitting the wall of the bathroom stall.
âoh, yeah. that.â he said casually. y/n grumbled, standing up.
âright. i was not expecting that.â she huffed, her face completely red.
âanyways, iâm not fucking you in a hot-boxed bathroom stall at school. if you decide to stop being a little bitch and message me, maybe iâll forgive you for ghosting me.â y/n proposed, leaning against the wall as she looked down at peter.
peter nodded, standing up. he opened the door, turning to face her. âyeah, i definitely wonât be ghosting you anytime soon. sorry about that, by the way.â he murmured.
âitâs fine. just as long as you send me a picture of your abs after school.â she demanded, her face completely serious as she looked peter up and down. peter nodded, his eyes wide.
she bit her lip, meeting his eyes once again. âseriously, theyâre almost as good at spider-manâs.â she added, exiting the bathroom- leaving peter alone to deal with his thoughts.
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Split Lips (tasm!peter parker x reader)
Part four
series summary: Its simple hating peter parker, the cocky asshole who has made it his mission to one up you every chance he gets. In the same vein, its simple loving spiderman, the sweet masked vigilante who has made it his mission to ensure your safety. How simple will it be when the two worlds meet.
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chapter summary: You try your hardest to hide what you can from Peter though you can't help when secrets slip through your fingers.
word count: 6.5k (i cooked a little)
chapter contents: angst?, mention of death, mention of parental death, mention of cancer, reader is described to b shorter than Flash (6â1), reader is intended to be fem! , language, reader is anxious and a mess, bullying kinda?
note: hi guys!!! This chapter is like INSANELY late but it's also the longest chapter by far so I hope Iâve made it up to you guys⊠This chapter gets only a little deep but I hope you enjoy how I've written the reader and her mum and I hope I've done the themes justice!!!Â
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chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four (ongoing!)
âMaths, History, Bioâ the words quietly slip past your lips as you count your textbooks carefully, ensuring each and everyone of them are there. Pressing your forehead against the cool of your locker, your eyes flutter shut and you draw a sharp breath, holding it in for a split second before finally releasing it alongside your jaw, clenched shut almost painfully. You pull away from the safety of the metal, words role over in your mind as you prepare for the day,
BAM
Your locker slams inches from your face.Â
The loud bang of metal against metal rings through the busy hallway drawing the attention of a couple stray students, including yourself as you jump back softly, your hands clenching around your textbooks extra tightly as they threaten to slip through your fingers.
Your eyes flick to the perpetrator and you feel your jaw clench as nerves buzz in your fingertips.Â
âWhat Flash,âÂ
It slips softly past your lips before you can stop yourself and anxiety turns in your gut as you wish youâd simply ignored him.
âI was wondering what you were doing tonight,â
His eyes watch you eagerly, like heâs hungry for the reaction youâll inevitably give him.Â
You swallow the anxiety that grows a lump in your throat and turn to head for the serenity of your History class. You have to remind yourself that he wants the reaction, heâs starving for it.Â
Heâs quick to follow you, sending a look to his friends that gather in a circle a little way across the hall. You hear the familiar sound of soft snickers and you feel your cheeks heat up.Â
Trying your hardest to keep a poker face you press your lips into a tight line, youâd rather set yourself on fire than give Flash a reaction to laugh about with his stupid friends.Â
âI know youâre probably super busy with all those friends you have, so I just wanted to check,â
His lips curl into a shit-eating grin, you fight an expression that threatens to grow on your face. You wonât give him the satisfaction, you entirely refuse.Â
Keeping focused on the goal of your History classroom, you swerve through the other students that crowd the halls.
âCâmon,â
He just about corners you against the lockers as you walk shoulder to shoulder with them, dribbling his basketball he follows closely, the sound rings out obnoxiously much as his voice does.Â
You canât seem to find your voice, you keep your eyes ahead and continue on track, praying silently for him to leave you alone, the interaction turns our gut and you slip your lip between your teeth where it belongs.Â
âCâmon, stop walking away from me,âÂ
His voice raises slightly, his hand coming out in front of you and youâre quick to stop in your tracks. His palm leans against the locker as he looks down at you through his eyelashes. He waits eagerly for a reaction, practically starved for it.Â
You kiss your teeth with a clench of your jaw, as you try to slip from the barrier heâs created and a laugh bubbles from his chest as you hand feed him what heâs been waiting for.Â
âFlash,â
A shot of relief floods your veins, itâs sweet, almost addictive, and your eyes seek the face to match that voice you know all too well.Â
âCanât you see weâre talking Parker,â
Flash shoots Peter a grin, not particularly concerned with convincing him of anything.
âDoes she know that?â
Peter asks, his tone sardonic.Â
Flash rolls his eyes, kissing his teeth as he turns to look at his surroundings. A frustrated sigh bubbles in his chest as he opens his mouth to say something before shutting it with a clench of his jaw, not bothered to start anything especially as so many teachers roam the halls, rushing students to their classes.Â
He turns back to you, sending a wink as he slips away, quick to walk back to his friends that await him. Itâs as if they crave the humiliation they give other people, itâs their life source and you feel gross just thinking about it.Â
A soft groan slips past your lips, âthank you.â
He offers a shrug, a smile sat upon his lips as he watches you. His gaze is sweet, it's night and day compared to Flashâs hungry eyes. Your feet scuff against the vinyl as you slip next to him, far less eager to get to class this time around.Â
âHe will just not leave me alone you know? Itâs kind of getting embarrassing on his part, like he does the same bit everyday. I donât think he has a whole lot going on up there, not super creative.âÂ
You mumble softly, a grin slipping onto your face, Peter shakes his head with a laugh.Â
âIâm pretty sure heâs got a little brain damage from all that sport so donât take it to heart,â
He draws a giggle from your lips, âI donât think Iâve ever taken anything heâs said to heart.â
A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you make it to class. Words roll around on your tongue, you fight to push them out.Â
âI was thinking maybe youâd wannaâŠÂ would you wanna study again tonight?â The words slip out.Â
The two of you had spent many afternoons of the past week at the library, your noses between books, studying your hearts out before grabbing coffee, if you're honest itâs the most productive youâve been in a long while. You hate to give him his praise but having someone as genius as Peter to bounce ideas off of has opened a whole new playing field and youâre not sure you can go back to ten minute mind blanks and groans of frustration.Â
On the other hand youâve never been more busy in your typically lacklustre life, you feel a bit like Spiderman yourself with all the running around youâve found yourself managing. It was school, then work, or study, or both. Then home, just in the nick of time, all for Spiderman to swing you through the city before returning you to your bed at some ungodly hour. It was⊠nice, at least it was exciting, something vastly different compared to the eat, sleep, school repeat youâve known for the past few years of your life.Â
âYeah of course, I was gonna ask anyway, so-â
âMaybe you could⊠um come to my place instead of the library?â
You spit out, cutting Peter off.
âMy mums gonna be home, like, kinda early tonight so sheâs um⊠making, like, a nice dinner and I thought you could join us?â
The words flow quickly and youâre unable to stop them as they spew from your lips,Â
âIâd love to,â
He hums, a soft smile curling onto his lips
âIâm sure you would, âcan put my address in your stalker journal,â
A scoffed laugh spits from his lips as his grin grows.
âHow do you know I donât already know where you live,â
âIâd be a little worried if you already knew where I lived,â
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Your foot taps rapidly against the concrete floor, a spit of anxiety turning in your stomach as your eyes dart around the city. âPlease god do not show up,â you watch with furrowed eyes for a flash of red and blue.Â
âYou waiting on someone?â
The voice rips you from your contraction and you jump slightly as you turn to find Peter and his stupid grin
âOnly you,â
You swallow the lump in your throat and a smile plays across your face.Â
âHow was photography?â
Your eyes flick to his face, watching him as the two of you make the slow walk to the subway.Â
âGood,â he hums with a smile, âI got an A+ on that assignment,â he shrugs his shoulders as if it were nothing, though you personally know heâd practically pulled his hair out with stress over it.Â
âLook at you go, Mr Humble,â you nudge him softly, âbet you picked the photo I told you to go with,âÂ
You lend him a grin and he canât help but roll his eyes.
âThat is a possibility.â
âHey, youâll⊠youâll tell me if Flash bothers you more?â
Peter mumbles softly, he swallows, feeling stupid as the question slips from his lips, though it spills anyway.
You watch his face, giving him a suspicious eye as a grin tugs at your lips.Â
âYou gonna do something about it?â
He rolls his eyes, his head shaking,âI might.âÂ
You hum suspiciously with a nod and it's followed by a giggle.Â
âHey you donât know what Iâm capable of,â.
âI know Flash is, like, a six foot one athletic scholar,âÂ
He leans his softly, âyeah but I have something he doesnât,â
âWhat would that be Peter?â
âA brain.âÂ
You roll your eyes and push his face away with the palm of your hand.Â
The sound of the city seeps into the subway carriage, itâs fairly empty and just about silent besides the racket of Peterâs voice as he talks of his next photography assignment, very passionately if you may add. He thinks it's stupid that they grade photography, he believes art is immeasurable, whether heâd simply rather an easier class or is genuinely passionate about the topic you canât help the smile that tugs on your lips as he rambles. Either way it âisnât like he has room to complain, the fact that it is in fact graded means he gets to be top of his classâ, you roll your eyes as he tells you heâs only joking.Â
You find yourself slowly drifting, your eyes keep on him as you mind wonders and a small smile finds itself on your lips. Â
If it weren't for Peter youâd be sitting alone right now, packed into whatever carriage you had found. Youâd listen to music loud enough to hurt your ears and youâd pick at your nails, or maybe youâd let your teeth at your lower lip. Your brain would mull over the day and youâd swallow the anxieties that pile themselves in your throat.Â
âAm I boring you?â
Peter's face comes into focus, his smile is sweet as he watches you drift off.
âNo! no no no⊠sorry,â you swallow with a blink, âsorry I got lost in thought,â you shake your head with an apology, âcontinue.â
A laugh bubbles in his chest and he shakes his head softly, âyouâre good, I get um⊠I think I get a little too excited about photography sometimes.â
âOh god no, I like hearing about your photography, trust me. It's refreshing to hear someone my age be so passionate about something,â Your tone couldnât be more genuine.
âReally?â He smiles and you return it with a nod.Â
He opens his mouth to speak and the subway's intercom system announces your stop, âIâm sorry I am. I promise Iâm interested but this is our stop,â
You mumble with an apologetic expression as you stop him before he can speak. He giggles with a soft, âokay.âÂ
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Peter's voice reverberates through the quiet backstreets as you both walk side by side, heading back to your apartment. He talks of how he got into photography, how he enjoys being able to capture a moment in time, he views it as a sacred process. You watch his face light up as he speaks and you canât help the bright grin curled onto your lips, unconsciously matching the smile on his face. You listen intensely as he speaks so passionately.
Youâre grateful for the moment, there's no weird tension between the two of you, no bickering or teasing, youâre not on your toes trying to keep up with his stupid remarks. Youâre simply indulged in his words, in a part of his mind that heâs sharing with you.Â
Your grin grows.Â
âWhat about you, what are you like⊠into?â he asks, his tone almost catches you off guard, itâs sickeningly sweet.Â
You have to think for a moment, âum I donât know⊠nothing I guess,â a shrug pulls at your shoulders.
âCâmon there's gotta be something.â
You think of the eat, sleep, school repeat cycle youâve been living for the past however many years, each day full of so much nothing. Looking back you genuinely do wonder what you did to pass the time and nothing comes to mind.
The only things that happen in your life are Peter and Spiderman, and you canât say, âactually youâre my hobby. And also Spiderman, donât know if youâve heard of him.âÂ
âHmm, nope, nothing, I study⊠I⊠I don't know, I work.â You shrug.
âWhat about the posters on the wall, the music youâre always listening to, the movies youâre always watching at night,â the words dangle on his tongue and he bites down, swallowing a lump in his throat.
âI donât believe that,â he opts for this.Â
âBelieve it, youâve befriended a bore,âÂ
He rolls his eyes, a chuckle slipping past his lips as he denies this. Youâre being stubborn.
âBelieve what you want, it's the truth.â You shrug.Â
He hums softly, his eyes keep on you and the remains of a smile stay evident on his lips.
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The familiar apartment building comes into view, he swallows softly, and canât seem to pull his eyes from your face. He rolls over words in his mind, âyouâve never been in her room, you donât know which apartment is hers, etc.â He almost feels sick at the thought of slipping up.
âYouâd think big hot shot Oscorp would pay well enough for an apartment complex but I guess one income slows us down.âÂ
You send your shoulder into the weighted door and lend an awkward smile as you hold the door for him, mumbling an apology about the climb to the fifth story.
âYour mum works at Oscorp?â he asks softly, there's something else to his tone and you canât quite place it. You ultimately decide to blame it on the stairs, despite not being a quarter way to the top.Â
âYou got a problem with Oscorp?â you tease, looking to the step behind you as you watch Peter make the climb with ease.
âNo, no, itâs just⊠I donât know,â He curses himself as no answer comes to mind, god heâs already slipped up. His heart beats softly against his chest and he releases a breath as you hum, dropping it.
âWell she loves it, that's why sheâs out so late almost every night, theyâre working on this um, DNA thing⊠I donât know, her boss is missing an arm, it's, like, something to do with that. You ask her about it at dinner, sheâll love you forever.â
His breath catches in his throat and itâs followed by a gross feeling that spins his gut, his teeth sinking into the flesh of his cheek as you mention doctor Curtis Connors.
He tries to not let it bother him, in fact he feels guilty that it does, itâs not as though youâre his problem.Â
His mind flicks to the suit in his backpack, maybe he doesnât have a choice in whether youâre his âproblemâ or not anymore.Â
âGeez Peter I didnât know you worked out, you havenât even broken a sweat.â You huff, conquering the last step.Â
Yes, you may over exaggerate but five stories of stairs is enough to make anyone a little breathless. âI work out,â he scoffs with a small smile. You take one look up and down, eyes trailing across his tall lanky build. With a raise of an eyebrow, you hum a soft âMhmâ. He rolls his eyes and it pulls a giggle from your lips.Â
Your hands fumble around in your pocket and you pull out your house key, wiggling it around in the old lock before it finally opens with a heavy shove of the door.Â
âHey mum!â You call out softly, holding the door open for Peter. Your mother stands in the kitchen, sheâs chopping vegetables and humming along to soft music as it plays from her own old record player, sheâs got it on her fifteenth birthday and she adores the thing.Â
âHey love,â She hums, her eyes flicking up from the task at hand.Â
âOh and this must be Peter.âÂ
You send her a pressed smile, widening your eyes as if to say, âembarrass me and I will kill you,â though she retaliates with a little wink and you groan.Â
âIâve heard so much about you Peter,â she continues to cut carrots.Â
Peter sends you a smug grin.Â
âYou have?â
âOh for sure, all good things⊠most good things,â she hums with a shrug and a smile.Â
âIâm just glad sheâs making friends-â
âOkay mum, weâre gonna go study,â You cut her off with a tight smile, she laughs with a shake of her head and a wave of her hand, âhave fun!âÂ
âIâm sorry about her,â You huff with a smile, the tips of your ears burn and you feel yourself blushing.Â
You lean your school bag against your bed and let him know he can put his stuff anywhere.Â
Walking over to your desk, he leans his bag against the leg before settling comfortably into the seat.
Your brows furrow with a small smile, watching him as you take a seat against your bed. âYou have a habit of making yourself comfortable,â you giggle with a shake of your head.Â
âOh I⊠sorry I, remember you saying you always study on your bed.â Nerve drips from his words as he sits up right.Â
âNo no, youâre good,â you smile with a shake of your head, âand youâre right,â you pull your things from your bag, setting stuff out the way you like it.Â
He curses himself silently, âyouâve never been here before Peter,â he reminds himself and his eyes scan your room, his sight falls on your posters, the one heâd seen almost twice a night for the past week or so.
âNice posters,â he hums.
Your eyes flick up as he speaks, the way he says it scratches a nerve in your brain, like it was familiar.Â
You hum softly flipping open your Bio textbook, âthank you, itâs taken me ages to collect them all.â
Peter swallows dryly.Â
âYou said you didnât have any hobbies,â his eyes keep on you.Â
âCollecting posters isnât⊠doing something though, like⊠writing or⊠taking photos,â you point to him with your pencil.Â
âI guessâŠâ He sits for a moment. âWhat about watching movies, I mean youâve gotta love âem to have this many posters,âÂ
âEh, I donât think that countsâ
âOh câmon that totally countsâ
âDoes it?â you shrug.Â
âWhatever, we'll find you something.â
You look up to him with a smile, he gets his stuff out, placing it on your desk.Â
âYou know I am good at one thingâŠâ You mumble, his head shoots up, âitâs called studying, and itâs going to help me get into a very nice university so that I can be good at things for moneyâÂ
You tease, drawing a humoured scoff from Peter.Â
The two of you sit for a good while, faces buried in books, bouncing ideas and questions off of one another as you scribble messy notes. Stupid jokes and shared giggles pull the both of you from study, for minutes at a time you clutch your stomachs in laughter, textbooks forgotten until you find your way back on track. It leaves your stomach muscles beat, exhausted from curling in on itself as huffs of giggles slip from your lips.Â
You now watch as he reads a particular section of his textbook, faced away from you with his eyes focused so desperately on the page, your teeth seek your lip, sinking into its flesh without mercy. A feeling settles deep in your gut, turning your stomach and all of sudden you feel ill, despite it you canât seem to pull your eyes from the brown haired boy. Itâs all too familiar but you refuse it, swallowing dryly before you can bring yourself to put a name to the feeling.Â
Peter can feel you staring, he can feel the intensity of your gaze burning into his temple, a feeling heâs grown accustomed to. Heâs not sure if itâs his âSpidey-Sensesâ or because he just knows you but he can feel it. Maybe it's a mix of both with all the time heâs spent with you, with all the time youâve spent on his mind.Â
A smile tugs on his lips and he canât seem to stifle it as it grows into a grin.Â
Your eyes flick back down to your page, you practically wrangle them there. The lump in your throat is stubborn, no matter how much you swallow it sits there stubbornly and you try your best to ignore it. Now is not the time, your eyes flick up once again, especially as he sits in your desk chair, slumped over with his nose in his textbook, innocently in his own world and doing his school work just as you should be.Â
The rapid knock of your door pulls you from thought, âdinners ready love,â your mum's voice calls out muffled through the wood. âMâkay,â you hum, loud enough for her to hear it, letting out a silent huff, a poor attempt at settling the unplaceable feeling in your stomach.Â
A stiff silence settles over the three of you, broken by the sound of quiet chewing and cutlery scraping against your mothers âniceâ dinner plates. Youâre all packed onto a small dining table, designed for just two people, your knee brushes against Peters and you meet his eyes with a silent apology.Â
âSo I um, heard you work at Oscorp,â He swallows, keeping his eyes on you before flicking them to your mother with a smile.
âOh yeah? She told you about that huh,â your mother sends you a grin.
âI mean theyâre doing insane work, really I shouldnât even be talking about it, but itâs just so fascinating.âÂ
Peter nods along, you canât help the smile that clings to your lips, unable to draw your eyes from him as he entertains your motherâs chattering.
âIts um⊠well lizards, right, they can regrow limbs, it's really quite fascinating, comes from years of evolution and adapting, Iâll spare the boring details,â she waves a dismissive hand, âweâre taking this aspect of their DNA and attempting to create a serum that can prompt human cells into preforming blastema-based regeneration. What that means is-â
âMum Peter is like a grade A genius, don't worry,â you mumble, cutting her off.Â
His lips curl into a smile, and he meets your eyes as you return the grin.Â
âSo you like science Peter?â Your mum asks.Â
âOh yeah, I um.. I love it,â He wears a lopsided smile, as he fumbles to answer the question. He watches you in the corner of his vision, checking to see if heâs said the right thing, and another grin slips onto your lips. You eye him as he stumbles over his words, looking for your approval and you lend a soft nod as your smile grows.Â
âSo thatâs what you wanna do? Go into science I mean,â She asks, taking a fork full of food in her mouth.Â
âWell I, umâŠâ
âPeterâs actually a really talented photographer, so heâs still working things out.â You hum with a nod, sensing the nerves radiating off of him, he sends a grateful smile.Â
âOh yeah? My husband loved photography.â
You flinch a little at her words as she mentions your dad. It was true, he had spent a lot of his life taking photos, they were amazing too. He had never turned it into a career though, you had assumed it was because of some moral obligation he had to take care of you and your mum, he refused to even entertain the idea in fear of halving the household funds and leaving the both of you struggling, well look where you are now.Â
Peter sends you a look, a quick flick of his eyes and you know what it represents. You opt to lend a small smile with nothing behind it, itâs a poor attempt at returning to any form of normalcy you could get your hands on and he returns it, submitting to this attempt.Â
You make a note to talk to Peter about your dad later, it wasn't as though you had tried to hide any of⊠what had happened, it just never came up. Maybe deep down you liked it that way and maybe in a way you had tried to hide it, though youâre quick to swallow any guilt that threatens to build as you return to the normalcy that you and Peter had silently decided upon.Â
Peter clears his throat with a hum. âYeah, I just⊠love having the ability to capture a moment in time, I think it helps me get a grasp on reality. I would spend all my time taking photos if I could.â
Your mum hums with a smile and a soft nod, of course she liked that answer. Sheâs so insanely passionate sometimes that it scares you, up until two am most nights working on her research, not eating all day just to purely save time, youâre not sure how sheâs still running. Seeing her daughter hanging out with someone at all, let alone someone so driven, is probably sending her insane with pure relief.Â
âAs long as youâre passionate about whatever you do,â Your mum nods, taking a sip of her wine glass.Â
You smile with a shake of her head, sheâs so predictable, it's sweet. Youâre grateful for her, god, more than grateful for her, youâre not sure where on earth youâd be without her.Â
âOscorp isnât all sunshine and rainbows, the field of science is very dangerous if you ever do go into it. The other day Peter-â she leans in with another sip of her wine, âthere was this giant lizard monster god, I donât know what he was but he injured about ten people, Iâm sure you heard it on the news, that Spiderboy was there.â
âItâs Spiderman mum, and that isnât because you work in science it's because you live in New York.â You correct her with a roll of your eyes, it was a conversation the two of you had had about five times since that night and if you heard about how âSpiderboyâ had made the whole situation worse one more time youâre sure youâd rip your hair out.Â
âI donât care what his name is, he totaled my car,â âThe lizard did mum, not Spiderman, heâs just trying to help-â
Peter canât stop the grin that curls at his lips as you unknowingly defend him. He watches as you toy with your food, giving up as your mother insists that Spiderman is doing more harm than good.Â
âWhat do you think Peter, about this âSpidermanâ I mean,â Your mum hums, taking another bite of her food. His eyes flicker to you, and he hesitantly gives his opinion, âI think that he does good where he canâŠat least I think he intends to. I mean think about what could have happened if he wasn't there.â
You nod stubbornly with a fold of your arms, âExactly.â
Your mum rolls her eyes with a small smile and a shrug as she washes down the food in her mouth with a sip from her glass, âI guess,â she mumbles hesitantly and you too roll your eyes with a giggle.Â
Peter smiles, his eyes keeping on you. âWhat got you working at Oscorp,â He takes a sip of his water.Â
âWell I always adored science, all through school. I graduated, yâknow researched with a couple of small corporations near home. Then, after her dad died, I just decided lifes too short, I quickly applied to Oscorp, we moved here, and the rest is history.âÂ
There it is.Â
An unease settles in your stomach and your focus turns to the food chewing in your mouth, it doesnât really bother you, at least that's what you tell yourself. It was obvious your dad wasnât around anymore, for one reason or another, but it felt too vulnerable for him to know that he was actually dead. The thought rolls around in your head and you swallow it with your dinner. You had planned to tell Peter, though it isnât like you need to, you don't owe it to him. Still, you feel something build in your stomach as you realise that maybe you had actively avoided it in conversation, maybe even lied during the process and you quickly realise youâre filled with some sick mix of embarrassment and guilt.
You feel Peter glancing at you, his gaze is soft and his eyes flick between you and your mother as she continues to talk and he continues to nod along. You meet his eyes, deciding that facing whatever youâre feeling is far less embarrassing than closing up like youâre used to. You canât place the emotions behind his eyes but nevertheless he offers a smile, itâs void of pity and you realise that deep down that was what you feared most from his reaction. You return the smile, itâs grateful though you donât particularly mean for it to be, and the two of you once again silently agree to bask in normality until dinner is over.Â
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The both of you sit on your bed in silence, it's comfortable but thereâs an all too familiar feeling of anxiety settled in your stomach. Your mind rolls over words, they hang on the tip of your tongue as you wrack your brain on how to start the conversation.Â
âWhen I was six my parents went on a work trip and never came back,â Peter lets out, taking the blow for you. His eyes find you, youâre focused on the tips of your fingers as they fiddle with one another. He hears your breathing hitch, your heartbeat speed up, he watches as you try to find the words.Â
âPet-â
âMy Aunt May and Uncle Ben took me in, and thenâŠ. a couple of months ago Ben was killed in a robbery,âÂ
You shut your mouth tightly, your teeth sinking into the flesh of your cheeks as you fight to find the words and suddenly you donât feel so angry at each relative that told you âthey were sorryâ and âthey were here for you,â because⊠what do you say?
You swallow, your teeth unlatching around your cheek, and open your mouth to speak once again,Â
âI just mean⊠you donât have to feel weird or⊠I donât know, ashamed about it⊠okay? Not with me.âÂ
His voice is soft, his eyes watch you so intensely, itâs like heâs looking at you for the first time, like really looking at you. Noticing each wrinkle in your expression, each imperfection that litters your skin, although this time itâs with his own two eyes, not shrouded by the mask he was once so grateful for.
âHe died when I was fifteenâŠit was um, cancer,â you nod softly, keeping your eyes down, youâre not too sure why but it feels better, easier to talk, like you can breathe.Â
âWe packed up, like, straight away and mum immediately started working for Dr Connors. She thinks that she can like, find a cure or⊠I donât knowâŠâ You curse yourself for rambling about it as you realise this wasnât one of the venting circles in one of the libraries your mum had signed you up to.Â
You swallow, biting the bullet and looking up to meet Peter's eyes. Youâre not entirely sure what you had expected but when you finally meet them you donât find the look of condolence that youâve grown so accustomed to. You find a pure mix of kindness and worry and it spins your gut, this time with gratitude.Â
You lend him a smile, itâs grateful, and understanding, it tells him what you donât trust your words to and he returns it sweetly.Â
âEven in dead relatives Iâm ahead of you,â he elbows your arm and it's noticeably more gentle than usual.
A laugh bubbles in your chest and you shake your head with an eye roll.Â
âOh my god,â you hum and it draws a giggle from his lips.Â
âYouâre close with your aunt?â You ask gently as the laughter dies down between the two of you, youâve found peace within his eye sight as you keep steady eye contact with him for maybe the first time since you've known him.Â
He hums with a nod of his head and a smile curls onto his lips. Itâs sweet.Â
âYouâre close with your mum?â He asks, his tone is almost cautious, though he doesnât mean it to be. He had spent a whole hour at your dinner table and still couldnât grasp the dynamic between the two of you.Â
You hum a soft laugh with a nod of your head, âyeah, we are. Itâs⊠complicated, my dadâs death fucked with her super bad but sheâs still my best friend, kind of my only friend.â
He smiles, a sound of understanding slips from his lips.Â
âWere you um⊠close with your dad?â He prays he hasnât overstepped a line, his teeth catch on his lips as the words slip from them and he feels oddly close to you as he sinks teeth into flesh.Â
You smile, looking down at your hands, âyeah⊠super close,â itâs all you say though he takes it with gratitude.Â
âWhat about you, were you close with your parents, with your Uncle?â You look back up at him and meet his eyes, they never seem to leave you, itâs something youâd noticed.Â
He nods, a smile slipping onto lips much like you had done. âMy parents died when I was pretty young so, yes⊠but also no.â You nod along, watching him closely. âBut I was super close with Ben.â You feel like maybe you opened something you shouldn't have as you remember that it hasnât been long since his passing. You watch the creasing in Peter's expression and you quickly feel guilt fill your stomach as your own brows furrow.Â
âIâm sorry Peter I shouldnât-â
âNo, god no I asked first- no, donât do that,â His soothes quietly, shutting down your guilt.Â
You nod softly as he continues.
âHe was like a dad to me so⊠yeah.â
A comfortable silence falls over the two of you, the air filled with a feeling of understanding and the both of you settle into it.Â
âI should um, maybe get going,â He mumbles, itâs a cop out, the both of you know it, the both of you have become accustomed to it.Â
âYou can stay Peter,âÂ
His almost frantic movements stop, his eyes find yours, he wouldn't go as far as to say theyâre begging but theyâre big and asking him to stay in the warmth of your room and who is he to say no to you.Â
âWe can watch a movie⊠or-â
âI would really like that.â
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Your eyes glance over to him, his face lit up by the screen of your laptop. The two of you sit comfortably in your bed, backs propped up against the wall, an awkwardly large space between the two of you, youâre overly conscious of it as you try your hardest to keep your eyes on the screen and your limbs to yourself. In your uncomfort your eyes flick to your watch, checking the time and your stomach turns with anxiety as a thought pops into your head. You frantically flick your eyes to the window, trying your hardest to keep your âcoolâ exterior in front of Peter though youâre now busy attempting to prepare for the inevitable. There hasnât been a night in the past week where Spiderman hasnât shown up at your window cill, absolutely bursting to tell you about his night. Many nights heâd sit in the very chair Peter had, chatting your ear off for hours until you had to shoo him from your room to save at least four hours of sleep before you had to get up for school. You swallow your nerves, taking a deep breath, soft enough for Peter to miss it, at least you hope he misses it, and you try to make up some sort of plan.
Peter was⊠cool about it, he appreciated what Spiderman did. He actually never really spoke about him, in fact he was a little weird about him, though youâre not complaining, if Peter tried to subtly shut down most conversations about him, it meant you didnât need to subtly avoid most conversations about him.Â
Youâre only now realising it seemed like a sensitive topic and you pray to god Spidey didnât have some unfortunate involvement with his uncle's death, that would make it a little awkward if, or when, he shows up at your window.Â
You swallow, bringing your eyes back to the movie, youâre choosing to push all rational thoughts out of your mind as you do so, youâre going to sit here and focus on the film and not focus on how you wouldnât be able to hand another of your secrets getting spilt, not that you had any others to spill after Spidey.Â
Peter's eyes watch you in his peripheral vision, watching as your vision linger on the window cill.Â
âShit,â the word slips from his lips before he can stop it and it instantly catches your attention.
âWhat's up?â You ask, sitting up gently.Â
Fuck, he curses himself silently though he quickly realises heâs given himself the perfect out. âI just realised that May said she wanted me home half an hour ago, Iâm so sorry, I-â he jumps from your bed.Â
âYouâre fine, really. Iâll see you tomorrow,â Your voice comes out far more enthusiastic than you had hoped for and you cringe as the words leave your lips.Â
Peter nods with a sheepish smile, backpack in hand as he stands at your bedroom door, âthank you for having me,â he mumbles. His words are genuine and the feeling in your gut that you entirely refuse to recognise is back, nagging at your heart.Â
âNo problem,â you hum softly, returning the sheepish smile.Â
Heâs gone in a flash, with a slam of your door, a little harder than he had anticipated, and a soft âsorry!â from the other side of the wood. You let out a breath of relief, your teeth sinking into your lip as you do so. Your mind plays over the day as you slip your laptop into your school bag and lay on your bed. Youâre grateful Peter knows about your dad, at least you think you are. It makes you feel vulnerable, he can take one look at the life you lead and understand why you are, where you are, now that he has the missing piece of the puzzle. You guess it goes both ways, though he seems so put together and you quickly become jealous over how well heâs able to hide his grief, then again you know it isnât something to wish for and you swallow as you remind yourself that there are so many parts of him that you don't see.
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Had thoughts since I remembered Cindy moon existed.
What if Harry got bit by the same spider as peter and like , instead of them working together harry being filled with angst as he is wants to prove he's the better hero than peter ( also bc daddy issues obv )
#. ⊠Ruse speaks#idk if this makes any sort of sense buuut#imagine the tension bro#the rivals AND lovers#nothing says romance like fighting your best friend ( now with arachnid powers )#harry osborn#peter parker
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Silk & Cologne
A Miguel OâHara x OC series - AO3 link (X)
Chapter 1: Origins
Pairing: Miguel OâHara x Female OC
Words: 1.7K+ words
Rating: PG - for some violence, nothing major here!Â
Summary: Lisa Kendrick is just an average 28 year old from Earth-1218. Where superheroes, much less Spider-Heroes arenât suppose to exist, and even if they do, theyâre all comic book characters. The laws of nature and physics here donât allow superhumans to exist. So what happens when Miguel is hunting a runaway anomaly Spider from another dimension that gets sent to our world and takes a bite out of Lisa? Will Miguel treat her as a fellow anomaly? Or Something else?
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âThere never was a Spider-Woman in Earth-1218, and there never will be!â - Miguel OâHara in the not so distant future
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âOh no, oh no, no, no!âÂ
Margo Kess, codename âSpider-Byteâ, was scrambling around the room, interacting with various consoles as she monitored the latest mission of the Spider-Society. A villain anomaly was detected in another universe, a gateway opening up as a Doc Ock found himself in a dimension where he shouldnât be and was currently laying waste to Oscorp. It seemed like Alchemax wasnât the only ones studying inter-dimensional travel.Â
That universeâs Peter Parker had arrived at the scene expecting to see his Doc Ock, but was surprisingly mistaken when he saw that his Doc Ock had actual Octopus tentacles and was part sea creature. He was almost outmatched when Miguel OâHara, Spider-Man 2099, and Peter B. Parker âSpider-Manâ, arrived just in the nick of time through one of their portals, courtesy of their watches.Â
That was not the reason why Spider-Byte was freaking out. As she was monitoring the fight, she knew that the team could handle themselves, especially Miguel. He was in his element here. His predatory like senses kicking into overdrive as he fought Doc Ock head on, while Peter B. escorted that universeâs Spider-Man and other innocent civilians to safety.Â
âLyla! Please tell me a part of you is still here!â Margoâs voice strained as she whined, her finger types scrambling on the keyboard.Â
âYou called, Byte?â The holographic AI appeared on her shoulder as she fluffed out her jacket and adjusted her heart shaped glasses. âWow, you seemed stressed,âÂ
âI am stressed, Miguel and Peter are in a lot of trouble!â She stated.Â
âWhy, whatâs wrong?â Lyla asked, sounding very concerned.Â
Byte summoned a digital duplicate of herself as she ran over and grabbed a monitor, bringing it over to Lyla. âLook!âÂ
Margo played the moment back frame by frame so Lyla could analyze it clearly. The monitor showed one of the radioactive spiderâs from Oscorp falling through one of the wayward portalâs of the Oscorp Collider during the fight. It had happened when Doc Ock tried to tackle Miguel from behind, but Spider-Man 2099 threw him over his shoulder, his back and arm muscles pulsing as he roared, tossing him towards the spider-containment.Â
It appeared Miguel was so focused on the fight, he didnât notice one little spider escape. Or the handful of armed guards that jumped in after it.Â
âOh, this is bad,â Lyla hissed uncomfortably after watching the footage.Â
âYou have to tell him! I canât tell him, heâll freak out,â Spider-Byte panicked as she focused in on the portal.Â
âDonât worry sweetcakes. Just focus on figuring out what dimension that portal was locked on to,â Lyla reassured Margo with a motherly smile. âIâll handle the big guy,âÂ
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Once all the civilians were evacuated, the three Spider-Man worked together to web-shot Docâs arms and tentacles together, webbing them like he was cattle on a stick before slamming him to the floor. When he was down, Miguel tossed a device at his feet, a red energy shield-like cage activating as it crowded around him. He yelled, banging his fists and tied tentacles against the cage, but it didnât falter.Â
âYeah, we gotâem!â Peter B. cheered, raising a hand towards Miguel. âGive me five!â
Miguel shot Peter B a glance through his mask, just staring at him. âReally?â
âAlright, no high five for you,â Peter B pouted as he turned around and gave the high five to the other Peter. âYou were awesome back there!â
âI was just following you guys. I had no idea there were more people like me,â He laughed. âAny chance this could be a regular thing,âÂ
âWeâre not currently accepting new recruits at this time,â Miguel responded as he grabbed the cage and with a heavy heave, he lifted the cage up and carried it over his shoulder like a giant barrel. âBut, if something like this happens again, give us a call,âÂ
Peter B. handed Spider-Man a small device that oddly looked like a keychain. âJust hit that button if you see something or someone that doesnât look like theyâre from your universe. Weâll come swinging,âÂ
âThank you both,â He nodded graciously as he looked back out towards the smashed window, hearing police sirens. âIâll keep them distracted long enough for you guys to do. . . whatever it is you need to do,â
Miguel nodded towards him, a silent appreciation. Spider-Man activated his web shooter and flung himself through the window, disappearing.Â
âWhew, that was a rush! Iâm kind of glad I decided not to bring MayDay with me today,â Peter B sighed as he stretched his arms.
âYou technically shouldnât be bringing her at all,â Miguel lectured, rolling his eyes under the mask. âWhat kind of parents bring their baby to a mission?â
âIt was one time!â Peter B. gawked.Â
âLyla,â Miguel called out, clearly over this topic. âOpen the portal back to HQ,âÂ
The portal opened before them shortly after as Lylaâs form projected near Miguelâs head. âAlright, toss him through and then jump through that other portal over there!â
âWhat?â Miguel raised a brow at Lyla as his mask dematerialized to look at her. âÂżQuĂ© quieres decir?â - What do you mean?Â
âThe mission isnât over yet. Thereâs another anomaly thatâs about to take shape,â Lyla explained as she blipped and rematerialized next to the broken spider containment, pointing at it.Â
Miguel and Peter B. starred in it. All the spiders but one were missing. Miguelâs talons sparked at his fingertips as the frustration of his carelessness slowly boiled inside of him. Peter B. however was more vocal about it.Â
He whistles at the sight. âOh, boy, okay, Miguel, just breath, we still have time to find it and bring it back here safely,âÂ
Miguel took a deep breath, eyes closed. As he breathed out through his nose, the brown iris of his eyes turned red as he tossed the Doc Ock variant through the portal. âLyla, how long has the Spider been loose?â
âAccording to Byte, at least 2 minutes and counting,â Lyla nodded as she led them towards the other portal. âShe also narrowed down which dimension it went to. Earth-1218.â
â1218? Isnât thatâ?â Peter B.âs eyes widened as he looked over towards Miguel.
âThe dimension where the laws of nature and physics are so pure to the point where superpowered humans arenât supposed to exist?â Miguel chimed in, glaring seriously at the man as his mind raced with any possible scenarios that could happen.Â
âI was gonna say the dimension where weâre all comic book and movie characters, but that part seems more important,â Peter B nodded as he looked back towards the portal, âIâll be quiet now,âÂ
âLyla, tell Jess sheâs in charge until we get back,â Miguel explained as his mask materialized back on his face. âEither with the Spider, or itâs chosen target,âÂ
âWhatâs the magic word?â Lyla teased Miguel and Peter B. as they jumped through the portal.Â
âUgh, please, Lyla?â Miguel groaned.Â
âAlready texted her,â She winked, âBut thank you for remembering your manners,â
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âGreat orientation everyone! Weâll see you all at the same time next week,â The dancing coach saw each of us as each of the dancers left the studio.Â
I breathed heavily, catching my breath as I wiped some sweat off my forehead. I grabbed a towel, using it to clean myself off as I looked into a giant mirror, pulling back the hair tie around my brown hair, allowing the strands to fall past my shoulders.Â
âYou killed it!â I whispered to myself.
Despite the early wake up to get on a flight to New York City and dance in the matter of mere hours was a rollercoaster. I thought I would collapse if it wasnât for the fact that I had been training for this moment for months.Â
âMs. Kendrick?â I turned to see the dance coach walking towards me. âI was fairly impressed by your performance today. Iâm expecting great things from you,â
âThanks coach, Iâll try not to let you and the team down,â I grinned.Â
âI like your commitment, kid. Not everyday do I have someone catch a last minute flight from another country just to be here on such short notice,â She smiled, arms crossed over her chest. âToronto, right? Canada?â
âIt was only a 2 hour flight, Iâll survive,â I chuckled.Â
You were on the waiting list for a condo near the studio, not expecting to be here for at least another month or so, but a last minute audition came through and next thing I knew, I was on a flight to New York earlier than planned. I was hiding out at a hotel until it was ready before I could call ahead for my things to come in. The company owned by the studio was kind enough to accommodate my first two weeks of the hotel stay.Â
âWell then, get some rest, Lisa,â She smiled, âI have to get ready for another class, so Iâm politely kicking you out now,âÂ
âOh! No worries, Iâll grab my stuff and get out of your hair,âÂ
I gathered my belongings in my duffel bag and made my way outside. I could tell by the sweat alone I desperately needed a shower. Not wanting to overstay my welcome any more than the coach wanted me to, I opted to head back to the hotel instead of going to the locker room showers.Â
It was pouring rain when I stepped outside. I muttered a curse under my breath, knowing that Iâd get soaked easily. There wasnât much cover I could use if I tried to run for it, and the hotel was a good few blocks away. Not to mention my leg muscles were begging me for a break.Â
I brought out my phone, unlocking it to a Spider-Man themed widget screen as I pulled up the Uber app and called for a car. As I waited, I took cover under an overhead sign, plugging in my headphones as I listened to some music, softly muttering along to the lyrics.Â
I never noticed something grace down from above my shoulder, gently pricking the fabric of my hoodie as it crawled down my arm. Only when I noticed something touch my skin, I looked down and before I could even scream, a large spider took a bite of me and it was if I felt my whole world destabilize as I screamed.
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Could you write a fic where the reader is Starkâs daughter and he catches her and Peter fooling around in her room/main room whilst they think he is out?
caught in a web of kisses
pairings: peter parker x f!reader, tony stark x daughter!reader
brief: (requested!) misunderstandings and compromising situations with peter lead to a whole of cackling and screaming throughout the stark tower compound. a brief look into the life of y/n stark and your struggles with your stupidly overprotective dad and chaotically cute boyfriend.
tags: humour. fluff. borderline crack fic. "enemies" to lover. established relationship.
a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i appreciate it :) it always makes fills me with so much joy to know someone seeks out my writing <3
requests are open!
wc: 1.4k
Perhaps it wasn't your smartest idea to pretend to absolutely despise your father's intern in front of your parents and the Avengers but . . . well- how could you possibly resist yourself when it was so much fun sharing sneaky, mischievous smiles with Peter as you both shot teasing glares across the room to maintain your appearance as rivals?
Plus, it was just a little prank to keep your relationship with Peter, as well as the days spent at the compound, more interesting. If anything, you and Peter were single handedly entertaining the entirety of Avengers with your debates and arguments. You were fairly sure they had bets going on about the two of you. It was harmless, really.
And it wasn't like you were going to keep it from them forever! You would tell them . . . eventually. You just- hadn't thought anyone would find out like this. With you and Peter in such a . . . compromising situation?
You almost let out a small groan of exhaustion as you sunk into the unnecessarily large couch your dad had purchased for the lounge, melting into Peter's side as you fiddled with the remote to lower the lights and dim the windows. Pouting at the sliver of light that still managed to peek through the sunroof, you let out the smallest huff as you closed that as well before turning to take a glance at your boyfriend.
He let out a small yawn before shifting with your attention on him, cuddling into you tighter as he murmured, "You sure no one will be back for another 2 hours? 'Cause I swear if we get caught because you wanted to take a nap on the couch, I will never let you live this down."
Snuggling deeper into the blanket you'd draped over the two of you, you couldn't help but let out the smallest breathless laugh as you responded, "That's if they don't kill you first."
"Hey!" Peter quipped, voice growing the tiniest bit slurred as the nap you promised him began to look awfully tempting, "I'll have you know that I think your dad and also everyone else is quite fond of me, alright?"
You couldn't help but let out a snort as you mocked, pretending to push up fake glasses on the bridge of your nose as you raised the pitch of your voice, "I'll have you know-"
The gentle whack you got on your arm made you stop mid-sentence as you giggled, answering your boyfriend more seriously, "Everyone's schedule says they have stuff going on until at least 6:00, unless they were all just to magically-"
"What happened to, "God dad, if I have to see your stupid intern's face one more time, you're going to have to hold me back from stealing your repulsors and pulverizing the shit out of him?""
You're entire body pauses as you feel Peter tense in your arms, the both of you wincing in sync as you slowly, cautiously, turn your head around to face your dad, voice dragging out as you say nervously, "Uhm...so you see-".
Peter's bewilderment is audible as his head snaps to you, eyes furrowed in confused amusement as he hisses, "Why the fuck are you starting to quote Dhar Mann right now?"
"Peter", your dad interrupts, tone much too pleasant for the situation at hand and consequently sending both your spines into automatically locking up straight as you await his next move, fight or flight instincts activated, "You have 3 seconds to run."
"Mr. Stark, we can talk about this-"
"3 . . ."
"Oh shit!", your boyfriend scrambles, legs tangling into themselves and the blanket in his attempts to get free and run as he presses a ragged kiss to your forehead while declaring muffled through his panicked breath, "If I don't make it out of this alive, just know I wanted you to have my babies and be Y/N Parker-Stark."
The confession sends a surprised wheeze to rack through your body as you see him begin to take down the hallway, sparing a glance over his shoulder at you and your dad before maneuvering himself onto the ceiling and into the vents.
Your eyes tearing up from laughter, you try to speak through your immobilizing giggles as you address your dad, "Dad, father dearest, please- come on- spare him-" "2 . . ." "Dad! C'mon- you have to admit . . . from a completely scientific and objective lens with zero romantic emotions taken into account, considering all the teenage boys out there, Peter is definitely one of the better choices", you tried to level, summoning the critically-acclaimed award winning Y/N Stark inside of you and not the moderately concerned girlfriend worried that her boyfriend's cause of death may in fact be the same repulsors Peter had helped your father tweak in the lab earlier today. How unfortunately ironic. Shuffling over, albeit a bit awkwardly, to where your dad stood, you cautiously peered closer at his profile, trying your best to assess exactly how much trouble you were in. You knew deep down, he truly wasn't all that upset, though, maybe a bit grumpy about having been kept out of the loop for this long. In fact, you were positively confident he was quite happy with who you had chosen. Despite all of his teasing and successfully accomplished fatherly duties of bullying the both of you, it was stupidly evident how much he cared for Peter like a son. Not just anyone was allowed to intern for the Tony Stark, after all.
Lost in thought, you couldn't help but yelp slightly and flinch into your father's side as a muffled voice echoed down from the ceiling, cooing, "Aww Y/N, you really mean that?"
Cursing at your boyfriend's surprising lack of self preservation skills taking into consideration his literal job and particular set of talents, you glared upwards. Hoping your disappointment at his lack of distance somehow radiated through the insulated plaster, you deadpanned, "No, I was just playing. I wish I'd gotten with Harley."
"What?!" squeaked Peter, like a little vent rat, his offended gasp echoing in time with your dad's final countdown.
Giggling once again at Peter's frightened scuttling at the realization that he was out of time, you quickly reached to grip at your dad's suit clad bicep before he could make a motion to call at the Iron Man suit, your voice taking on a more serious tone as you asked softly, his opinion and approval still highly valuable to you, "You're ok with me and Peter dating though? Genuinely?"
The twitch of his signature smirk on the corner of his lips and the nodding glint in his eyes sent a happy thrill through your heart, instinctively grinning wide as you squealed and rushed to give him a tight hug, speaking through a stifled smile into his chest, "Ok, you have my consent to go squish my little spider now. Please don't bring him back to me flattened or burnt- I quite like how he is now." Your father's wrinkled nose and vocal sound of disgust at how you'd addressed his intern sent you into another fit of laughter as he spoke, "Ground rules since I know the kid's out of his freaky super-hearing range. One, ew. Never address him like that again, I might vomit. Two, if I see the two of you touch, I am immediately invoking a 50 year social-distancing ban between the two of you. 6 feet and everything. I'll throw in permanent masks if I ever catch you two kissing. Three, . . . no promises."
"In response- One, . . . no promises. Two, you don't want spider grandbabies crawling up the walls? All I'm hearing is that we can't get caught. Three, I'll tell mom", you grinned pulling back, your gaze filled with amusement and the look of humoured adoration you often had reserved specifically for your dad as he let out a little whine in complaint at your threat of telling Pepper.
It would just be a little rough up. You know, the classic "hurt my daughter and you're dead" speech. And Peter was Spider-Man! He'd be fine . . . probably.
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Twice
Pairing:Â Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!reader
Summary:Â you and Peter have been rivals for a lot of time, until one day everything changes. But itâs the same old story: you love him, he loves you, then you die and he doesnât have the chance confess his endless love for you. Or is it?
Warnings: spoilers from Avengers: Endgame, reader is Tonyâs daughter, Peter and reader are 18+ here, fluff, a lot of angst, enemies to friends to lovers, happy ending though
Word count:Â 2084
A/N: Hi! I just wanted to write something after a long time. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think in the comments, if you want ï
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Twice.
I believe that things in life happen twice, like getting a job offer or falling in love. For instance, I fell in love twice. The first one was in high school, with my classmate, but he didnât want me. The second one was with Peter, but he didnât want me either. I guess that some things never change. Sometimes, if youâre very lucky, things can also happen thrice, but itâs rare that some trains pass in front of you. This kind of fortune never really occurred to me, thatâs why I still think that things in life happen twice. When you donât understand the occasion, it comes along again for you to see it and finally take it. Maybe thatâs why I died twice.
But letâs go back to the beginning, shall we?
Did it never happen to you to die in a metaphorical way? Like when you feel a pain in your heart that doesnât go away, a deaf heavy brick onto your chest. So you try to breathe, but every rib hurts when you try to do so. Well, this happened to me when Peter told me that he kissed MJ. I was his best friend, I should have been happy for him, but I couldnât. The reason is obvious: I was in love with him. Common, right? Youâre probably thinking that. Our friendship didnât begin like that, though. We were rivals at first, even enemies sometimes, because my dad preferred to work with him and not with me. I mean, I had Morgan, my younger sister, but it wasnât enough for me. I needed him to actually see me. Now I regret it. Anyway, before we grew closer, I couldnât stand Peter and he couldnât stand me. We used to bicker all the time, until one night. One single night.Â
âHiâ, I said.
It changed my entire life.
âHeyâ.
âWhatâs up?â
âIâm just hungryâ, he replied, while looking into the fridge.
âWanna know a secret?â I asked him. He turned in order to look at me. There was a spark of genuine curiosity in his gaze, but I was staring at his half smile on his face, a ghost of something that he didnât use with me.
âShootâ.
âThe best food is not in the kitchen,â I replied. âItâs actually in my roomâ.
He grinned at me.
âWow Y/N, I didnât know you were this naughty. I thought you hated me. Turns out you just wanted something from meâ.
I laughed out loud.
âYouâre mistaken, Spidey. I just wanted to be kind, but turns out youâre a jerk. Goodnight, Iâm gonna eat my marshmallows aloneâ.
âWait, are you for real? True marshmallows? Iâm coming,â he said and I smiled at him, truly happy. I didnât have many friends at school, so I was glad to finally have somebody to hang out with, even if it was my rival.
Donât get me wrong, I didnât hate Peter, I just wanted my dadâs love, thatâs all. Besides, it was impossible to hate Peter: he was the light when everybody came into the room. He made everybody comfortable and he reassured who needed a kind word. I admired him. Today I wouldnât have treated him like that.
âI actually have one request,â I said, when he sat on my bed, while looking around.
âI knew itâ.
âSpidey-sense?â
âNo, I just know you, I guess,â he said and I felt a knot in my stomach. âAnyway, anything for you. Iâm so hungry!â
âWhat if Iâd ask you something terrible?â I asked him, while giving him some marshmallows on a plate. âWhat if you were wrong?âÂ
Maybe I wasnât talking about him, but about myself. I was so concerned not to be Tony Starkâs perfect daughter, that somehow I acted like that just so people could be right about me. Maybe I was just worried to be an evil person.
But he shrugged. Peter ate a marshmallow, looked straight into my eyes and said: âYouâre not what you think you are, Y/N. Trust me, I would knowâ.
âBecause you know me?â
âNo, because of my Spidey-sense, you silly little girl,â he said and I chuckled. Then, his face became so serious it almost scared me. âYou know, Ned warned me about you onceâ.
âOh, really? Why?â I asked, while sitting next to him.
âHe said that youâre troubleâ.
âTrouble?â
âYeah, like staring directly at the Sun. Itâs kinda dope, though. Youâre more like the Moon, but still. The Moon is so pretty and strongâ.
âStrong? Why?â
âYeah, because it takes courage to stay in the sky without anybody in the darkâ.
âOh, well, but the Moon has the stars. Theyâre like soldiers: they protect herâ.
Peter looked at me while eating another marshmallow, as if he was really thinking about what I said, then he nodded.
âI agree. I can be your star,â he said. âIâll protect you. From now on, weâre friends,â he stated.Â
I smiled at him.
âThanks, friendâ.
âYouâre welcome,â he said. âOh, what did you wanna ask me?â
I didnât actually have anything to ask him. Maybe I just wanted some accompany that night, because I couldnât sleep either. His words changed me, though. I wanted to return the favor in some way.
âOne day, Iâm gonna ask you to promise me something and youâll have to keep your wordâ.
He brought a hand to his heart and swore to do so.
âOkayâ.
And that was the night I fell in love with Peter Parker.Â
Some years after that, when we were at university, he broke my heart when he told me he kissed MJ.Â
âWhy do I feel like youâre not happy about it?â He asked me.Â
How do you explain to somebody that youâre drowning in your own thought? In your own blood, in your own bones. Itâs like youâre disappearing, but you really donât. You just wish you could.
âBecause I donât really like herâ.
âYouâre kinda the same person, actually,â he said and it really hurt me.
âWhat?â
âNo, wait, I didnât mean toâŠâ
âIf you think that you can replace me with her, you can do it. Itâs fine,â I said, shutting the door behind me.
âY/N! I didnât mean to say that! I just wanted⊠I just⊠I donât know,â he sighed, then I heard him sitting on the floor, his back on the door and his breath so distant from my skin. He stayed silent for a couple of minutes, thatâs why I thought he went away. I could still hear his heartbeat through the door though, since I was with my back on it like him. âYouâre irreplaceable, to me. I just wanted to say that youâre similar to MJ, thatâs it. Youâre two black cats. Iâm sorryâ.
I remained silent for some time, then I sighed: it was impossible to stay angry at him for more than two minutes straight.
âThat makes you a golden retriever, then?â I asked and he chuckled.
âI guess soâ.
I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him that I was in love with him then and that I had been for years, but the words wouldnât come up to my mouth. Besides, he was in love with someone else. We were just friends and it had to be enough for me.
âHey, Peter?â
âYes, Y/N?â
âI learned that stars that shine the brightest do that because theyâre dying. I shouldnât do thatâ.
âDo what? Shine?â
âDie,â I said. âYouâre not allowed to die. Okay?â
âOkayâ.
I didnât know it then, but Iâd have been the one to die.
Thanos was⊠a lot of things. And Peter was a lot of things to me. So when I had to choose what to do, it was simple. My Dad didnât want me to be there, but I was on the battlefield. I saw people fight, die give everything they could. It was terrific. But I was there to protect Peter, because I knew that he couldnât do that alone, despite him being so strong all the time. Because he was like me.Â
âY/N?â He shouted, when he saw me. He was surprised and scared at the same time. âYou shouldnât be here!âÂ
âI should!â I said, while I was fighting with one of Thanosâ soldiers.
âIf anything happens to you, I swearâŠâ
âNothing will happen!â I said, while he was winning against some soldier.
âMr. Stark will be very disappointed!â
Yes, he was.
âHeâll understand!â
No, he didnât.
âWhy are you here?â Peter asked me, while he was close enough to put his hands on my shoulders. I had an armor, but it was useless when he looked into my eyes. I melted like a silly little girl.
âYou know why,â I said and I prayed that he understood it. My heart clenched.
He gulped.
âI donâtâ.
âYou shine brighter than me. I canât allow you to die,â I replied.
âThis doesnât make any sense, Y/N. I wonât leave you here. Iâll take you homeâ.
âYou will,â I said. âYou have to. You promised. Donât follow me. You have to keep your word, remember? If Thanos kills meâŠâ
âNo, Y/N, noâŠâ
âIf Thanos kills me,â I continued, âyou wonât look for revenge. Is it clear?â
âY/NâŠâ
âIs it clear?â I repeated, determined. He nodded. âGoodâ.
Youâre asking yourself how I knew that, right? Well, I didnât. But I knew Peter. I knew that he would have followed me anywhere, because I would have done that too.Â
Then, everything happened all at once. My Dad saw me from the distance. He called out my name, but I didnât hear him. I was disappearing. Peter looked at me in disbelief, too astonished to talk. That was me dying twice.Â
âRemember me,â I said, while trying to hug him, but it was like my muscles were too tired to even embrace him. I was slowly falling asleep.
âY/N? Y/N?â He called. âI love you! I love you!â He screamed, his voice a desperate heartbreak into the air. âI love you!â
When my dad reached out to him, it was already too late for me.Â
***
When Peter came back from the cemetery, he didnât expect to see Tony Stark at his university, after five years. He knew that Y/N came to the battle just to protect Peter, so he hated him because if his eldest daughter died was his fault. But now he knew what to do in order to bring her back and he needed his help to do it.Â
âMr. Stark,â Peter said, surprised. âI didnât expect to see you hereâ.
âItâs her death anniversary, I know, but I had other things to do,â he said. âI know how to bring her back, Peter, but I need you to come with meâ.
Peter shaked his head.
âI donât understand: I thought that you hated meâ.
âY/N always said that nobody could really hate you and she was rightâ.
Peter smiled at him, his lips trembling.
âI broke up with MJ the day before the battle. I wanted to tell her, but I never got the chance. I thought that she didnât want meâ.
Tony put a hand on his shoulder, a warm smile on his face.
âThereâs not a world in which she doesnât want you, I fearâ.
That being said, they were coming back to the past with the other Avengers in order to save Y/N and the people who had died because of Thanos. Tony was the first one to see Y/N coming back from the dead.
âPeter!â He called.
Peter turned and he saw Y/N. It was like coming back from a dream. She was finally back into his arms and he wouldnât have let her go, this time. He dipped his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent. It was so real it made his heart ache. If he could have exchanged his place with her in all those years, he would have done so. He would have done anything to make her live a normal life. Being without her meant not living, but barely floating on the surface.
âIâm in love with you,â he said. âIâve been for most of my life, actually. Since that night we ate the marshmallows togetherâ.
He saw her bring her hands on her heart, tilting her head with tears in her eyes.
âAnd youâre my light, Peter. You always have beenâ.
Then he hugged her again and it felt like coming home. Â
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Âč YOUR ARTISTIC SKATING PARTNER: (childhoodfriends to lovers + no spiderman) miles has been the one who taught you to skate. he's got you to try many of his new interests and hobbies throughout the years of your friendship. you got a new board and decided it needs some new art, that's where your best friend comes in.
 ⧠â miles morales (e-42):
Âč SAVED BY A STRANGER: (coffee shop + fake dating) you were just trying to work your job at the coffee shop when a creepy, old man tries to shoot his shot with you. Noticing your discomfort, Miles channels the gentleman deep within him and decides to lend a hand.
 ⧠â miguel ohara:
Âč THE CHILD YOUR BABYSITTING'S OVERWORKED DAD: (parent!miguel x babysitter!user) you are the babysitter of your local superhero, spidermanâ not that you knew that. it was rare that the child's father, miguel, was ever home. often out doing god knows what, but one night he finally has time to join the two of you for dinner.
ÂČ YOUR HUSBAND'S ASSIGNMENT ALMOST GETS YOU KILLED: (heavy angst + implied gore) your husband underestimate and anomaly, sending you after it without fully understanding its power. he's the first to respond when things go south, though that still may not be fast enough.
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Âč YOUR BUBBLY BANDMATE: (friends to lovers + no spiderman) you and pavitr are bandmates in a group called '5PIDER'. after practice one night, you're walking home and decide to stop by a small convenience store to pick up some dinner. what you didn't expect was to see your keyboardist there as well.
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Paris to Tokyo
pairing: college!Peter Parker x Reader: 18+; academic rivals to lovers
word count: 5K
warnings: smut; slight angst; unpotected sex
summary: You start your new life at college, expecting it to be the most exciting time of your life, only to be met with Peter Parker, who decided to dedicate his free time to making your life a living hell
a/n: I've been dying to write an enemies to lovers type of fic, it's also my first time writing anything with suggestive content in it, so bear with me please. The heading is the most random thing I could come up with I'm sorry
College was the place you were looking forward to the most since you graduated high school. It was supposed to be a place where you met people with similar interest, went out with them to have fun and engage in intellectual converstaions. And it was exactly like that, for the most part. Growing up as a natuarally intelligent kid had you been putting little to no effort in school and always got you good grades. This quickly escalated into you trying a bit harder with each test and striving for more academic validation. At some point you even managed to become the best student in your class. But sitting hours on end on a desk and studying was still something very foreign to you. Sure, you would revise from time to time on topics that were harder to remember or things you couldn't recall from class, but it never went further than that. And maybe a degree in Biophysic was not the wisest idea given that backgroung. So, when college came around and you started the new classes on topics your common knowledge could barely help you keep up with, things went downhill very fast. For the first time you were faced with faliure, hard work and putting hours on end to study. It felt like everyone around you was more knowledgeable, more prepared, more educated on literally any topic that was discussed in and outside of class. Being at the bottom of the academic foodchain was mildy infuriating, to say the least.
And after the first few months of sleepless nights, filling up all of the holes so you could catch up to speed, you finally did it, and it felt more rewarding than anything else. This assisted you into making casual conversations with so many people from your different classes, one of them even inviting you to a study group that had been going on for months. You happily agreed to that idea, thinking it would be the best way to keep up with everyone in the class, not only academically but socically as well.
The day of the study group finally arrived on what seemed like the most normal, yet the most exciting Tuesday. They added you to a groupchat, everyone texting back and forth until all of you had agreed to go grab a coffee before heading to the library. You had tried your best to look presentable for this study date, putting on some white wide-leg dress pants and a neat navy blue t-shit that hugged your body very well. You hair was in a sleek bun, having a white buttonup because the weather was slightly chilly. Almost everyone had arrived there on time, which took you by surprise since you were used to being the only one being on time. After the cheerful greeting and formally learning everyone's names, you went inside and grabbed a coffee, returning to them promptly. You stood by the door, since the group had formed a circle around the entrance of the small shop.
"Was I the last one?" You asked concerned, looking around and counting the people.
"Actually, we're waiting for Peter" Someone said, everyone giggling softly and shaking their head.
"Who's Peter?" You asked, and as soon as you did, you felt something push againt your shoulder, sending you a step forward so you wouldn't come crashing down from losing your balance.
"I'M SO SORRY" you heard from behind you, turning around to see a boy with a worried expression on his face, paper cup in his hand. He was handsome, hair pushed back, warm eyes and nervous smile, leather jacked over a black t-shirt.
"That's Peter" someone stated, pulling you out of your trance. Peter chuckled, moving past you and motioning for everyone to go, since he was the one you all had been waiting for.
On the walk there you kept staring at the back of Peter's head, annoyed that he pushed you with the door, frusrated because he didn't even bother to introduce himself to you. Not that he really had to, you already knew well enough who he was. The guy who always came in rushing because he was late, somehow still managed to sit directly in front of you, blocking your view, no matter where you sat. He was the guy that would beat you to every question, the one who would always have the best grade on the tests. He leaned way too back in his seat, back pressed to your desk, pushing it, as you would try to keep up with writing everything down. And he would always ask you for a pen, every single time.
The study room was spacious and bright, it had a big round table for everyone to sit at, as well as two whiteboards and plenty or outlests for chargers and what not. It looked like the perfect place to study with a large group, excluding the fact Peter was there as well. You all took random seats around the table, Parker sitting across from you, almost as if it were on purpose. You held back an eye roll when he smiled at you cockily, making you look away and take out your laptop and notebook from your bag. The screen managed to block out most of Peter's face if you sink into your seat low enough. The conversation in the room flowed naturally, it was so interesting and engaging and you were having a blast speaking to these people. Soon enough all of you had solved the first homework questions, you quickly grabbing a pen and writing it down in your notebook. As you were in the middle of writing, an outside force closed your laptop. Your eyes looked at the laptop, seeing a pale male hand, fingers spread. You stared at it for a few seconds, noticing how pretty the hand actually was, long and straight fingers, follwed by a slim wrist and a muscular forearm. Your gaze trailed the hand up to Peter's face, looking into his eyes with annoyance already.
"Hey, do you-" before he even managed to finished his sentence, you had taken out a pen from your pencil case and placed it on your laptop, next to his hand.
"Thank you" he muttered, you not even looking back at him. This routine, as much as it was annoying, gave you some kind of comfort as well.
"How come you never have a pen with you?" You asked after a while, your curiosity getting the better of you.
"Oh, well actually I do have one, it's easier to just use yours"
''Unbelieveble"
"Come on, like you would ever need a second pen for anything"
You hovered over the table and grabbed the pen from his hand in a swift motion, he looked a bit taken a back, as well as the few people following your interaction.
"Actually, I need it now" you said, putting the one you were using away and continuing your writing with the one you just got back from him.
"You're being unbelieveble now" He said slightly irritated, reaching to get his won pen from his backpack.
"The two of you, cut it out, you're acting like children!" someone shushed you, making you blush when you realised it wasn't just you and the curly-haired boy in the room.
You gulped softly, mummbling a sorry to everyone as you kept writing down.
"Us cut it out? She was the one acting like a child, making a big deal out of a pen!" Peter whined and complained, starting to write down things in his notebook after he got a few angry glares from other people.
Around the time the group got to the third and final question for the homework you were feeling confident enough to try to contribute to the assignment.
"So you're basically saying that principle of hemodialysis is the same as other methods of dialysis - it involves diffusion of solutes across a semipermeable membrane?" you asked, as you were brainstorming through the question.
"Oh come on, y/n, this is the easiest question so far!'' Peter said, leaning froward, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Ever since the pen situation, he's been worse than ever before, taking every opportunity to show of how much smarter he was, followed by a cocky smirk.
"Intermittent dialysis therapy is used in chronic uremia to re-establish body water solute concentrations that cannot be achieved by the natural organ. In this sense, the dialyzer becomes an artificial kidney and it is through the transport of substances by this device that chemical and biophysical control consistent with continued survival is achieved." He explained, solving the question for you.
"She had it figured out, you could have let her be" Someone you didn't remember the name of said to him, making Peter's head turn in that direction.
"She obviously didn't, keep in mind her highest grade is my lowest" He snapped back.
You could feel the tension in the atmosphere thicken with each second, things were about to escalate very quickly. His words stung a bit and you felt something like a ball stuck in your throat after he said them. He didn't know how much work you had put in and he was incosiderate enough to just assume the worst of you. Before things managed to get any further, or worse, out of control, you slammed your thick notebook shut.
"Since Peter was kind enough to solve the last question, I think I'm going to call it a night" you said, fighting back the tears. Your voice gave you away as it wa slightly shaky, earning a few sympatheric looks.
You shoved your things in the bag as quickly as you as possible and walked out, trying to get as far away as possible. You were trying not to break down the whole walk back to your dorm, bitting your lip, brushing away some stray tears that ran down your cheeks with your sleeve. You were mentally blaming yourself for everything, for not walking fast enough, for not knowing enough, for deciding to join the study group, for even deciding on this degree to begin with. By the time you made it to your room, your phone was already blown up by text messages from Natalie, the person who originally invited you. She was a small blonde, blue-eyed beauty that was just as smart as she was pretty. You could bet on your own life that she was class president and the prom queen in high school. She was more than kind to you this whole time and her text messages suggested that she was worried about you too. With a quick click you deleted all the messages from your notification centre and threw the phone on your bed, followed by your bag. Hot tears ran down your face, breathing heavily as you were preactically sobbing at this point. You sat down on the floor, not being able to hold in the frustrstion anymore as you finally broke down, letting all of the shame, pain and anger flow out of your system through your tears.
A couple of hours had gone by, your tears were dried up on your face and neck as you lay on the floor and stared at the ceiling. Your phone kept buzzing from time to time and you finally gathered the emotional strenght to reply to the messages. Sitting on the bed, you unlocked the device and scrolled through the unred chats. The groupchat had sent the written solutions for the questions. Natalie had probably sent you 20 messages apologising and asking if you were okay. The guy who defended you had also sent you a message. His name was Brad and he looked like any normal person did. You texted him first, thanking him for standing up for you even though he did not need to do that. After him it was Natalie, who called you immediately after you hit send to reply to her first message. You picked up hesitantly, since you knew your voice was definitely going to sound like you had been crying.
"I am so sorry for everything! If I knew you and Peter were on bad terms I wouldn't have done this to you" She immediately spat out
"It's okay, I we aren't on bad terms, well... weren't"
"Have you been crying?"
"No..."
"I'm really sorry! I spoke to him after the whole thing, he's usually nothing like this! He himself couldn't explain why he acted like this"
"Nat, I really, really don't care"
"He said he wanted to make it up to you! He asked me himself for your number and your dorm room!"
"Please tell me you didn't give him any of that information"
"Well..."
"Oh my god now he knows where I live" you whined, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging them.
"He wanted to apologise! He looked very sincere and worried"
"Yes, all the psychopaths do, that's why they're so hard to recognize!"
"I'm sure he wouldn't just show up at your door trying to make amends, you'll be fine, plus he's a really cool dude, give him a chance to prove he's not an asshole"
"He had his chance, it was today"
After you two said your goodbyes and hung up, you deicided it was finally time to take a relaxing shower. As you walked out, you heard a knock on your door. Still wrapped in a towel, one hand holding it in place, you opened the door to a Peter Parker, leaning on the doorframe. You blinked a few times rapidly, trying to process what you were seeing.
"Why are you here?" You asked, after carefully calculating your tone and your words
"You weren't picking up your phone" he replied, trying to step a foot inside. You blocked his action with the door.
"I didn't say you could come in"
"Can I come in then?"
"No, good night Parker" With that you tried closing the door on him but he grabbed it, not letting you close it.
"Look, I'm here to apologise for what I said earlier. You don't have to forgive me"
"And I don't, go Peter"
He looked shatter at your words looking into his brown eyes, you almost felt sympathy for him, like he really did feel sorry about what he did. Despite that, you kept your composure, looking at him with all the resentmet you had for him, a sigh leaving his lips as he let go of the door. He didn't need superpowers to know he fucked up, so he left. And you on the other hand, were more devistated than before, but your ego was bruised and your self-esteem ruined. The only person, no matter how annoying, you didn't want to think less of you, thought less of you. Yes, it was good that he wanted to apologise but this was not going to undo his words and the image he obviously had. You didn't even know if the apology really was his idea or was forced on him by the others in the group. You shook you head, dismissing the thoughts as you got ready to sleep. Sleep always helped with heavy emotions and you hoped you would feel better in the morning.
A few weeks went by and you still refused to forgive Peter for what he said. In your heart, you knew he was really sorry at this point but you enjoyed his suffering as you roasted him slowly on low heat. He tried all the cliché ways, buying flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, buying you coffee before every study date. Your neighbours were convinced that the two of you were dating and would always ask about him when you gathered in one of the rooms to eat together or drink. You denied that but they rolled their eyes and never believed. In the mean time Brad tried to get closer to you, even inviting you on a date. You accepted hesitantly, since your heart seemed to be someplace else, liking all of the effort and attention from Parker more than it should. You told Natalie about the date, the two of you had become very close, spending a lot of time together, which often resulted in Brad and Peter tagging along. To say the boys were not getting along would be an understatement. Eyes throwing daggers at each other with every glance, snarky, rude comments were exchanged back and forth. But when you told the pretty blonde about Brad, she was more than excited about it finally happening . She would go on and on about how she knew he liked you ever since the first study session you had together and how he had a very heated fight with Peter after you left. You were grateful for him and what he did, and somehow it still felt wrong to be going out with him.
The night of the date had arrived and you were almost ready, putting in your earrings as you heard a knock on your door. You took a quick look in the full lenght mirror, fixing the long black dress you were wearing. It had a long slit on the left side, exposing your leg, no sleeves and a turtle neck. You had tied your hair in a ponytail, so your light make up would be more visible in the muffled evening lights of wherever he was planning to take you. You opened the door, still not wearing your chunky leather boots but just stockings.
"I thought we were going to meet in front of the library" you said as you opened the door but to your sursprise, someone else was standing there.
"You're not going on that date" Peter said firmly, almost as a command
"You're the last person that's going to tell me what to do" You snapped back at him "Why are you here Parker?"
He walked inside, closing the door behind himself. Peter seemed slightly distressed, looking you up and down with a dark expression.
"Do you really hate me that much?" he asked, leaning his back against the door, his arms behind him as he looked down at his feet. "Or do you just want to hurt me by going out with the guy I like least? Like really? All the guys are in your feet and you decide to go out with Brad, and look as gorgeous as this."
You could hear the annoyance and sadness in his voice, a bit taken a back from all of the things he just said to you. He just loved doing that, didn't he? Saying the most obnoxious things to make you feel bad about yourself.
"Wait, what?" was all you managed to say, taking a few steps back until your butt pressed agains your desk, making you stop. Books and make up palletes were scattred on it. Peter looked up at you, smiling weakly.
"I've liked you, this whole time" he confessed, staring directly into your eyes "Please, don't go on that date"
"Make me" you said faintly, surprised by how you almost whispered it. There was no way he could have heard that. But somehow he did, taking a few rapid steps towards and wrapping an arm around your waist.
"I'll make you forget everyone else but me" he whispered in your ear.
Feeling his hot breath near your face made your heart beat faster, one of your hands resting against his upper arm, looking up into his eyes. You were having a hard time processing what was actually happening, a sudden fear it was one of his games to make fun of you. You tried pushing him away after the realization, but his grip on your waist tightened.
"I'm serious, y/n" he said "I've liked you since I saw you, and I would make everyone sit away from you so I could be near, I would ask you for a pen so I could talk to you. And I tried to show off because I wanted to impress you, I wanted you to think I'm smarter so you could ask me for help in class."
For some reason you believed him, nodding lightly to let him know that. He lifted you up with one arm, sitting you on top of the desk. You were having a hard time vocalizing what you were feeling but you didn't want him to feel awkward because of your silence. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his hand falling on your exposed leg. You looked down at where his hand was, your skin burning with desire to be touched by him more. Your eyes met his again, his filled with hopefullness and lust. He got closer, titling his head to the side and he kissed you softly and sweetly. You returned the kiss, hands cupping his face and bringing him closer to you. Peter deepened the kiss, turning it in a heated make out session as one of his hands romed around your leg, going up your dress so he could touch more of you and the other one placed on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. You spread your legs, pulling him by the belt so he could position himself between them, your hands going to his hair and playing with his messy curls as your lips and tongues danced against each other. After what seemed like a forever of heated, hungry kisses and filty touching, you broke the kiss so you could catch your breath. You panted havily, chest rising up and down rapidly. Peter pressed his forehead against yours, both of you closing your eyes to collect yourselves.
"Should I at lest text Brad and tell him I'm not going?"
"Well, there goes my hard on"
You hit his chest lightly, both of you giggling at his stupid joke. He looked around, noticing your phone that was charging on the bed, moving away from you to grab it and hand it to you. You unlocked the phone trying to find your chat with Brad while Peter found his previous position, viciously attacking your jaw and neck with kisses. You tried your best to be concentrated and write a normal message, but made a few spelling mistakes nonetheless. Peter nibbled on your neck, which earned him a slight flinch from your side.
âPeter, please, weâre not 16, no hikeysâ
He ignored your words, continuing his act the way he had planned it, kissing, licking and sucking on your soft skin while you begged him to stop. His hands were all over your body once again, touching everything that was exposed to him, one hand travelling further up your leg than before, almost landing on your ass but hesitantly stopping. You noticed his uncertainly, pressing your cheek against his so you could whisper in his ear.
âDonât stop now, Peterâ you breathed in his ear, your own hands exploring his body.
He didnât waste a second after that, grabbing your butt in his hand and pressing his lips against yours. Your hands moved under his shirt, touching his toned stomach. Your were quite shocked to what your fingertips were pressed up against, not expecting him to be as muscular as he actually was. You knew he worked out because you had seen his toned arms in a t-shirt too many times for your own good, but you were definitely not expecting that. Hands quickly slipped him out of his jacket, reaching to pull up his shirt in the heat of the moment but he stopped you, moving slightly away. Your lipstick was smudged all over his mouth and it made you giggle.
âAre you sure you want to do this?â He asked you, his hands finding their way back to your waist. You nodded, undeniably longing for him and his touch, his presence.
âGood, because if we keep this up any longer, I probably wonât be able to hold backâ Peter muttered, removing his shirt and tossing it on the floor before he pulled you in again, kissing you.
You took that as a signal that you had to get undressed as well, reaching for the hem of your dress pulling it up. He grabbed your hands when he noticed the act, stopping you from doing what you had planned so he could do it himself. Suddenly you felt the cold air from the room against your skin, along with Peter's warm hands, making you shiver. You undid his belt, helping him pull his pants down, breaking your kiss in the process. You laughed soflty at how he was jumping on one leg while he was trying to kick his pants off, shaking your head.
"What?" He asked
"Nothing, nothing, I'm really missing a date right now for you jumping on one leg to get out of your pants" you bursted out laughing, him joining you shortly after.
"No, it's going to get so much better, trust me" He stated, grabbing you and lifting you up, throwing you on the bed. You squeaked softly from his actions, not expecting it. Soon enough he had your hands pinned down with his, hovering over you. A soft gulp at the sight from you made him chuckle, kissing on your neck once again. He had already left a mark there, starting to suck on a second spot next it.
"Peter really! It's going to be so hard to cover them up" you whined, secretly enjoying his lips and teeth on your skin like this.
He looked at your face, smiling viciously at you.
"I just want people to know you had a good time"
"Yeah, with Brad? I was suppsed to be on a date with him" you teased him, chuckling softly. His expression changed suddenly, he seemed almost angry. His hands let go of your wrists, travelling down your skin as he reached the hem of your panties. His fingers played with the hem of them before slipping in under the thin fabric, the middle finger going between your folds. He could feel how wet you actually were, making him smirk with that cocky smile he had, looking into your eyes. You were holding back a small moan from his touch, looking at his pretty face.
"Can Brad make you this wet baby?" He asked.
You shook your head no, keeping eye contact with him. His middle finger started moving up and down tesing your clit before entering you slowly. This time you couldn't hold back and you moaned, closing your eyes. His smile remained present as he insedted a second finger inside of you, starting to move his hand teasingly slow. Your body squirming underneath him, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, rocking his hips against your leg while he fingered you. You could feel his erection through his boxers, making you even more needy than you already were.
"Parker" you moaned out softly, remembering your hands were actually free and you could move them, immediately attaching to his shoulders, which was the closest body part besides his head. He looked up at you after you called out for him, grabbing your face with his hand and kissing you.
"Peter" you moaned again against his lips, feeling his skin shiver from that. I never considered what effect you actually had on him. "Please, I want to feel you."
After you begged him, he wasted no time pulling your panties down, unressing himself as well. His arms spread your legs forcefully, positioning himself between them. You didn't really manage to follow everything he was doing because you were too eager yourself, pushing up against him in hopes to speed up the process. He pinned you down by the waist, shaking his head in disapproval at your actions. Peter didn't like it when you disobeyed him, even though it was the only thing you were good at doing. He lined himself up to you, teasing you lightly with his tip as a warning before he inserter himself inside, both of you moaning from the act. You felt something like actual electricity when he did that, making you breath heavy from the ecstacy. His hips moved rythmically, along with yours. He was still holding you by the waist, standing on his knees while he fucked into you. You moved your leg up on his shoulder, making him smile and kiss it, one of his hands running up and down it while both of you looked into echother's eyes. You enjoyed the view, so much, his naked toned body, his messy hair, that gorgeous face, your leg on his shoulder while he moved. It was hypnotysing, breathtaking, made your legs shake alone. He could feel you tighthen up around him, making him laugh softly.
"So soon?" he asked, noticing how you started squrming more than in the beginning, legs shaking from time to time, moans becoming more freaquent
"Peter, I'm really close" you managed to say, hands gripping on the sheets around you. His grip on your waist taightened as he went faster and deeper, making you whines more prominent than before. You walls started clenching around him, feeling yourself already starting to cum on him. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, applying slight pressure on it which really sent you over the edge, whole body shaking, heavy breathing and moaning uncontrolablly. He had to hold you down while you came, leaning forward and pecking your lips after you calmed down.
"I need a moment too" he whispered against your lips "Can you handle it for me?"
You nodded, letting him continue rocking his hips into you. You were covered in sweat and so was he, bodies pressed against eachother as he moaned softly in your ear, your legs wrapped around his waist to stop the shaking from the overstimulation.
"Peter" you mumbled against his ear ''I think you're really hot... like, way hotter than I expected''
"Fuck" he replied, pulling out of you and stroking his lenght a few times before he came on your stomach, both of you panting. He lay down next to you for a second, kissing your forehead and hugging you.
"You did so well" he praised you, starting to leave small butterfly kisses all over your face. You laughed softly, cuddling into him.
"We should go take a shower"
"Are you suggesting a second round in your shower?"
"No! Well... maybe, okay, yes"
He laughed at your reply, shaking his head.
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Split Lips (tasm!peter parker x reader)
Part three
series summary: Its simple hating peter parker, the cocky asshole who has made it his mission to one up you every chance he gets. In the same vein, its simple loving spiderman, the sweet masked vigilante who has made it his mission to ensure your safety. How simple will it be when the two worlds meet.
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chapter summary: Spiderman takes you for a swing and shows you why he does what he does.
word count: 4.6k
chapter contents: reader is intended to be fem! , language, a little banter and a little fluff, reader is anxious and a mess, Â idk anything about school in america or school in general, small mention of injury ig
note: Yaâll Iâm so sorry that I havenât uploaded Iâve been so sick the past few days the fanfic author curse is coming for me, also im sorry yall I gave in, I had to make the reader a little bit of a horror fan. I hope yall enjoy!!
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Your foot taps rapidly against vinyl flooring, eyes locked on the one question that you canât wrap your brain around, it's a longer question with a few points riding on it, and you wrack your brain as to how youâre going to answer it. Youâd flown through the rest of the test with confidence, yes this was partially due Peters and his perfect note taking skills but youâre choosing to ignore this fact. You reread the question before giving into your temptations, flicking your eyes to the front of the room to find the familiar mop of brown hair, Peter seems to have finished his test and now sits tapping his pen against the table softly, he looks so sure of himself, as per usual, and you suck in an anxious breath before turning your eyes back to the test with a newly found sense of determination.Â
It takes you a moment though youâre now knee deep into the question, letting out a breath of relief as you write away you feel pressure drop from your shoulders.Â
Finishing up the question you flip through the test, reading over your answers and editing bits and bobs where you need to. You catch the time on your watch and notice there are still twenty minutes on the clock, a small smile curls on your face.Â
You notice Peter turn in his chair and you look to meet his gaze, he sends you a cocky grin and flashes you a thumbs up before turning it to a thumbs down, trying to gauge where youâre at. You send a smile with a thumbs up in return and he nods softly before turning to look back up at the board.Â
The bell for lunch rings and youâre quick to grab your things, handing your test to the teacher without a word, you skip a step trying to make it past students as they pile out of the room.Â
âPeter,â you yell softly across the hall and he barely catches your voice over the volume of student chatter. He turns his head, searching for whoever it was that called his name, a grin curling on his lips as he sees it's you dodging through the crowded hall. âSo, howâd it goâ you huff, catching up with him, ïżœïżœwouldnât you like to know,â he grins stupidly and you retort with a, âwhy do you think I askedâ and an eye roll.Â
âIt went great thanks for asking,â his tone is teasing, âhow about youâ.
âI think Iâll pass,â you grin.Â
He hums a laugh, âand⊠do you have anyone to thank for that?â He raises a brow.Â
Yours furrow as you think for a second, âno one comes to mind,â he nudges you softly.Â
âI wasnât planning on giving you the satisfaction but seeing as you though saved my assâ you preface with a smile, âthank you Peter for your notesâ.Â
He watches you with a cocky smile, âYouâre welcome.â
Your brain thinks back to the conversation you had with Spiderman last night and you swallow a nerve. âHey I was thinking maybe we could study together some time,â you blurt out before you can stop yourself, sinking your teeth into your lips, you watch him grin. âWere my notes really that good?â he asks with a raised eyebrow and you roll your eyes.Â
âForget I asked,â you grin.
âI would like that,â he wears a smile and the both of you sit in an awkward silence for a moment.
âWell I better⊠I um have to print photos,â he points his camera in the direction of the photography room.Â
âCourse,â you nod, âIâll see you,â you mumble.Â
He gives you a wave and heads off.Â
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For the first time in the past week you feel a pressure lift off of your shoulders. Humming softly along with your music you put one foot in front of the other as you walk home, a smile adorns your face as you think of Peter. Youâve had a hard time making friends, putting yourself out there and letting people in. Youâve also spent hours watching as friends study on picnic blankets, listening to the giggle of teenage girls as your mum picks you out ugly sweaters at the mall, watching friends struggle to find a lunch table that accommodates so many people. You've felt the twist of jealousy in your gut more than youâd like to admit and youâre more than sick of it.Â
You push open the door to the apartment complex, letting out a huff as you start the climb to the fifth story. As much as the stairs hurt, Spiderman's way of getting around is far more frightening and your feet are grateful for their contact with the ground as you stomp up to your floor.Â
You feel around in your pocket for your keys, wiggling them around in the old lock as they struggle to turn, the lock eventually gives way and you push open the door with your shoulder.Â
Letting out a content sigh you head straight to your room. Ripping out your ear buds, pausing your music and flopping your phone on your bed before following your phone and collapsing face first. You lay for a second, enjoying the comfortable silence of your room, the only sounds to be heard are the hum of cars outside your window and the low buzz of the fan that you forgot to switch off that morning.Â
A groan slips from your lips as your phone rings, its volume is jarring and without moving from your position you aimlessly grab for the phone that lays on the bed above your head. Getting your grasps on it you answer and bring it to your ear.Â
âHey love, Iâll be home late tonight,â your mumâs voice rings from the other end, you let out a lazy hum in response and she lets you know thereâs leftovers in the fridge that you can have for dinner. Oscorp had recently been working on a big new project, something to do with a DNA rebuilding serum, though it was âtop secretâ and she âreally shouldnât be telling you this in the first placeâ. This meant all hands and deck in the labs, and therefore your mother had been out working hard until two a.m. most nights.Â
You wish her good luck, telling her you think you did well on your test and that you would see her in the morning before hanging up the phone.Â
The next few hours manage to escape you, youâre not quite sure how, though you do know what one moment you were studying quite happily, and now youâre sat in your bed with a blanket draped over your shoulders and a pillow clenched between your arms, your face contorted in disgust.Â
âThe Thingâ Â plays on the screen and despite having seen it a thousand times it never fails to make you squirm, another body get ripped to shreds as a knock rings out from your widow and you jump, your eyes flicking to the window across the room from you, you spot a body of red and blue standing on your fire escape.Â
Pausing the film and pushing your laptop to the side you jog to your window, sliding it open the old window with as much muscle as you can muster. âDo you know that you pick the worst times to sneak up on people,â you let him into the warmth of your room.
He lets out a soft laugh, âso Iâve been told,â you can hear the grin in his voice.Â
Taking a seat on your bed, you give a nod, motioning for him to sit down at your desk.Â
He swivels the chair and takes the seat, you watch his eyes explore your room, noticing the covers on your bed, the posters hung up on your walls, the bits and bobs that litter your desk. âNice posters,â you let out a small laugh, âthank youâ.
âSo, what are you doing here?â you question with the raise of an eyebrow,Â
âI told you I was going to take you on another swingâ he grins, you can hear it in his voice.Â
âNo, no no.â You mumble with a shake of your head, âno way,â your voice is final and a laugh bubbles in his chest.Â
âCâmon⊠youâll like it I promise.âÂ
âIâm not quite sure I trust youâ you tease with a furrow of your brows,Â
âIf you hate it Iâll take you right home,â
You sit in though for a quick second with a bite of your lip, âfine, but you take me straight home if I hate it okay.â
âOkay, you got it,â he laughs.
You pull on a pair of shoes and his hand guides your back as the both of you slip out your window.Â
You brush off nerves with a shake of your hands, looking down from the fire escape, âand youâre like one-hundred percent sure you wonât drop meâ you breath looking up to meet his eyes. âIâve held a semi trailer from Queensboro bridge for half an hour, I think you're good.âÂ
âShow off,â you mumble under your breath.Â
Letting out a nervous breath you give him a nod, âokay Iâm ready,âÂ
âAre you sure becaus-â he starts with a stupid mocking voice.
âShut up. Iâm ready,â you nod with a determined face, he lets out a soft chuckle and places a tight arm around your waist before shooting a web. A small scream escapes your lips and your stomach drops, you slam your eyes shut and your arms shoot to wrap tightly around his neck.
âHoly shit,â your voice wavers as wind rushes through your hair and past your ears, the newly familiar feeling of plummeting to your death sends shivers down your spine.Â
âOpen your eyes,â you can feel Spiderman's voice in your ear. If it werenât for his mask his breath would run down your neck. âI donât know if I can,â you yelp, holding onto him tightly as you fall for a particularly long second before he shoots another web propelling the both of your forwards.Â
âCâmon, youâre missing the view,â he coaxes you softly, raising his voice ever so slightly so you can hear him over the sound of the wind. Hesitantly, you crack an eye and youâre met with the most beautiful view of the city that you love. The lights that reflect off of building windows dance just as the stars do, it's the first thing you notice as you take in the sight, you let out the breath youâve been holding in as your eyes look to the streets below, your stomach flipping as you notice how high up you are.Â
Spidey watches you with a soft smile sat behind his mask, his eyes flick to the towers in front of him, focusing on his swinging before flicking back to watch the look that lights up your face.
You try to catch the view as you fling through the streets, your eyes flick through beautiful streets, an open park full of food trucks and people, a church lit up and seemingly holding a late night service, a string of expensive restaurants where the rich eat their meals, youâre seemingly ripped from them every second or so as Spidey swings you through each scene.Â
The both of you fly upwards swiftly, he swings you both upwards towards a tall building in the heart of Queens that sits higher than its neighbours, your feet land softly against the roof and your arms slowly drop their grip on Spiderman.Â
âOh my god,â you swallow a nerve, a breath of relief escaping your lips as a big grin curls on your lips.Â
âI told you youâd like it,â he watches your face as you take weary steps towards the edge of the tower. âItâs amazing,â you push the words out as you struggle to know what to say, it was like seeing the city for the first time.
âStill terrifying though,â you add with a grin, âI think I peed my pants just a littleâ you giggle and he shakes his head with a laugh.Â
âYou get to see this everyday,â you watch the busyness of the city below, the cars look like little ants in their respective colonies as they follow the flow of traffic. You can barely see the people about their everyday lives as you sit so far in the sky, though you watch business men and women sitting at desks in neighbouring buildings, all in their own small cubicles, each the same as the story below them.Â
He hums with a nod, his eyes trail on yours as you watch the world go by.Â
âI think I like it here where Iâm not focused on falling to my death,â you tease, turning to meet the gaze that burns holes into your temple. âI can understand that,â he smiles down at you and this time heâs cursing the stupid mask that adorns his face.
The two of you sit in a comfortable silence looking down at the view, the air is filled with the distant honk of cars and chatter of people.
âI asked Peter to hang out⊠kind of,â you break the silence, you meet each other's gaze, âreally?â he asks, putting on a smile and swallowing a pang of guilt. âYeah⊠it went well enoughâ you nod, looking back down at the view, âI mean we have these bursts of awkward moments and I feel like I want to claw my eyes out for even starting the conversation, but I guess that's just a part of itâ you shrug.
âApart of it?â he asks.Â
âMaking friends, being acquaintancesâŠI don't know what we areâ you mumble and it comes out as a question.Â
âYouâre friends.â
âWhat makes you say that?â
He shrugs, âI have lots of friends, I know how it worksâ he teases and you roll your eyes.
You hum, âsure you doâ a giggle escapes your lips.Â
âI do!â he defends although itâs not entirely convincing.Â
âThat's why you spend all your time with some high school chick that you met on the side of the road.â you tease with a grin.Â
âThatâs because youâre my closest friend,â he mocks, elbowing you softly.Â
âSome friends you must have,â you giggle and it draws a laugh from his lips.Â
âWe should get back out there,â he nods his head towards the city and you give him a silent nod.Â
You shut your eyes tightly gripping onto him as he jumps from the building, dragging you down with him.Â
âWeb something asshole!â you shout not daring to open an eye at the velocity in which the two of you were dropping. A smirk grows beneath the mask before he shoots a web to a nearby building and the two of you glide forwards through the air, you force your eyes open and watch as you glide between cars, you send sheepish smiles to civilians as they eat their dinner outside of expensive restaurants before Spiderman slings you both higher into the sky.Â
The two of you spend the next few hours swinging through each and every corner of Queens, stopping to talk and look at the view before repeating the cycle. Youâve never felt so free and a part of you finally understands why he does what he does.Â
Your feet land firmly on your fire escape, and you already miss the freedom of the webs.Â
âTold you youâd have funâ he grins and you roll your eyes, âyeah yeahâ, a big smile spread across your face.Â
âThank you Spidey,â you nod with a sheepish smile and a wave of shyness flows over you. âOf course,â a genuine grin sits behind his voice and you smile at his words, the two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a small second before there's a soft knock on your bedroom door. âIâm home love, why are you up this late, who are you talking to?â your mothers voice is muffled through the door and your eyes widen as you place a hand on his chest, softly pushing him towards the window. âUh, yeah mum just on the phone sorry,â you call out in the most believable voice you can muster in the moment of panic.Â
âGoodnightâ he whispers sweetly and you send him a quick smile, before shutting the window on his face and running to crack open your bedroom door.Â
He peeps over the bottom of the window, watching as you make up a frantic excuse sending your mum a goodnight and a hug before shutting the door a little louder than you had planned.Â
He cracks the window open ever slightly, "It's good you stayed calm,â he mumbles keeping his voice low. You turn abruptly and send him an eye roll, kneeling before your window you meet his face on the other side, âgo home psycho,â you whisper with a smile and he laughs, âokay.âÂ
He sends you a look before jumping from the fire escape, shutting the window youâre conscious to leave it unlocked before you slide into bed for the night.
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When spiderman had promised to take you swinging again he had meant it, in fact youâd practically patrolled with him every night for the past week, he would pick you up from your room or your way home from work, dragging you into the cold so the two of you could explore the city and talk about anything and everything. You had to admit you felt like you were distracting a very important person from doing a very important job though that thought quickly crumbled as you stood wide eyed, watching from afar as Spiderman beat in the face of a man who had been mugging and beating young high school girls who were just trying to get home from school and work. The sickening crack of the manâs nose breaking rang out into the empty alleyway, as did his pathetic whimpered apologies, part of Peter had wondered if he had maybe gone too far that night and if it was maybe because the man's choice of victims struck a small nerve deep inside him. Â
Needless to say from that point on Spidey didnât take you out swinging so late into the night, although did make it a habit to visit you every night after patrol.Â
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You tap your pencil rapidly against the plastic of the science room desks, the boy next to you, Adam you think his name is, asks you âwhat you wrote down,â for the third time that period as the two of you complete the worksheet to go along with the practical the class completed today. You blink for a moment, finding the kindness within you and sliding your booklet his way, âwhy donât you just copy it all down,â you give him a pressed smile.
Your eyes flicker to Peter's seat, itâs as empty as it was the last five times you checked and you let out a sigh.
He had been in English class that morning and you had seen him in his usual spot sat by himself during lunch, and youâre sure youâd seen him running through the halls just before this period though his seat remains vacant.Â
Your eyes flick up as your teacher announces that heâs handing out the results of the Bio test and a smile curls onto your lips.Â
âGood job,â Mr Khan smiles down at you, placing the test paper on your desk, âAdam, you see me after class,â he musters a smile and the boy looks up from copying your work with a shrug.Â
âUm sir,â you blurt as he attempts to move on from your desk, âPeter wanted me to grab his test result for him,â you put on the most convincing smile you can muster.
He gives a knowing smile, âIâm sorry but you and Mr Parker should know more than anyone that I don't give out test results to other students, Peter will just have to wait till tomorrow to get his results.â
You roll your eyes as he passes you and you flip over your own results, you find a â98%â in a big red circle and your lips curl into a small smile, you had prayed over and over for a 100% but you have nothing to complain about as you read the 49%, âsee me after classâ from Adams results and you send him a pressed smile.
Swerving through the slow herd of students, you gently nudge past a group of particularly sluggish friends as they take their time groaning about their science grades and how âtheir parents will kill themâ. It had been a long day and you simply want to make it home as early as possible, if you hurried now youâd have a chance of making the early subway and effectively cutting twenty minutes from your trip. Jogging softly you keep your eyes tracked on the ground in front of you, focused on the task at hand, you pay little mind to the quiet murmurs of students that fill the air, that is before you hear the soft spoken name of âSpiderman,â your head shoots up in an instant and you clear your throat softly as you realise you look pathetically eager with your eyes darting around the buildings trying to spot him.Â
Your eyes soon catch his as he swings past the school and you send him a soft eye roll as a small grin curls onto your lips. The chatter around you rises as students watch him fling through the streets before dying down as they lose sight of him, though your eyes track the direction he swings in and you slip through traffic, crossing the road and heading through the backstreets to meet him.
âYou know if you keep showing up around my school people are going to find out youâre having some weird friendship affair going on with a high school studentâ you sneak up behind him as he stands waiting for you.Â
You had spent a lot of the past week attempting to sneak up on Spiderman, though you had failed to consider his stupid âSpidey-Tingleâ, which he had affectionately named it, and how it would pretty much ruin any and all chance you had of getting the payback you seeked.Â
âWould that really be so bad?â he teases turning to greet you.Â
âWell the tabloids would either paint you as a big fat pedo or theyâd find out about your secret high school student identity.â
âI told you Iâm not in high school,âÂ
A sceptical hum slips from your lips and a soft smile curls on your face, a laugh bubbles in his chest and he extends you his hand, âwould you like a ride home?â âThat would be great,â you grin, taking his hand before wrapping your other arm tightly around his neck.Â
To say you were at ease now with swinging was an understatement, it took you a night or two to get used to it, the stomach turning feeling, the emptiness between yourself and the ground, now it was by far your favourite part of your day. It was the feeling of freedom you loved the most, it was more than your first car or the moment you turn Twenty-One, it was like flying, like not even gravity could control you, and Spiderman had chosen to share it with you.Â
At first you found it a little strange that it was you he had insisted on taking you swinging almost every night although the more that the both of you had sat and talked for hours you decided that he must just be young, and lonely, and had found a friend in your company, and you had more than happily made a spot for him in your life.Â
âThanks Spidey,â you lean against the window sill of your room.Â
âJust doing my job,âÂ
You hum a laugh and your lips curl into a smile, âIâll see you tonight?âÂ
âCourse,â he hums and wishes you congratulations on your test results and good luck on our study session.Â
You hum along to the soft music playing from your phone, laying amongst your sheets you work on finishing up your Maths homework, your brows unconsciously furrow and a lip slips between your teeth as you think for a particularly long minute about the question on the textbook in front of you before you complete it and write it down in your book.Â
There's a thud on your window and your head swiftly flicks up, a smile quickly plastering itself across your face as you push your work to the side, your homework papers get muddled together but you fail to care as you watch Spiderman slowly crawl through your window.Â
âHow was your night bugboy?â you ask though your smile falters as you watch him clutch his side before collapsing into your desk chair.Â
âWhy do you have a desk if youâre just going to study in your bed,â he teases, releasing a strained breath.Â
âAre you okay?â you ask softly, ignoring his question.Â
You spring off your bed and come to his side, your hands hovering over his ribs as his own grip them tightly.Â
He hums in response, âthere's this, big⊠I don't knowâŠâ his words roll over on his tongue, âLizard guy.â His eyes meet your, you can feel his gaze through the mask.Â
âYouâll see it on the newsâ he adds, âgot me pretty good,â a soft laugh bubbles in his chest, a spit of anxiety bubbling in your own.Â
âIs there anything I can do,â you feel the wideness of your eyes though you canât seem to help it.Â
You hadnât known Spiderman long though youâd been waiting for the moment something like this had happened, and though he sits in front of you, not a speck of blood nor a tear littering his suit, promising you that heâs fine, you canât help but feel a small sense of unease boiling in the pit of your stomach.Â
âWhat about an ice pack?â you push.Â
He hums a soft laugh, âIâm okay.â
You nod and the two of you sit in silence for a small second.
âWhat happened⊠I mean with the Lizard?â you question, meeting his gaze.Â
âHe was tearing up a bunch of streets, flipping cars and sending them into restaurants, he also sent me into a restaurant,â he hums another laugh and lifts his hand from his ribs.Â
âShitâ the word escaped you in a soft mumble.Â
âDid he get away?âÂ
He hums with a nod, âI was helping a kid out of a burning car, and he slipped away. He seems to have gone back home for the night but Iâll get back out there to be sure though,âÂ
âItâs late SpideyâŠâ the words hang on your tongue.Â
âI know but if heâs still out thereâŠâÂ
âYou have school in the morningâ you nudge him softly and he lets out a wince of pain alongside a small laugh.Â
âSorry,â you mumble with a sheepish smile and he shakes his head, âitâs okay,â he laughs.Â
The two of you sit in silence, you want to say more but you donât want to push him, he knows far more about what heâs doing than you do.Â
âI better get going, I just wanted to let you know that I was okay,â he mumbles softly and you can hear the tiredness laced in his voice.Â
âYou go home Spidey,â you whisperÂ
âOkay,â he gives you a nod, âI will.â
You send him a smile and wish him a goodnight.Â
He climbs onto the fire escape and returns your sweet dreams, âyou lock this window okay⊠I know that you keep it unlocked for me,â he mumbles and you give him a small grin, âokay.âÂ
He gives a small goodbye and swings from the ledge.Â
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âš IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU âš
đž 1989 TV SONGFIC COLLECTION INCLUDING :
tim drake, draco malfoy, peter parker, gojo satoru, percy jackson, anthony lockwood
âUnfinished prompts are subject to change. Fics with no hyperlinks are coming soon!
đ· TRACK 1 : Welcome To New York
â IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU â â TIM DRAKE
you start life at the big apple and unexpectedly meet a fortune teller who informs you of the name of your future husband. you try not to think too hard about it, but it's difficult. considering your boss has the same name as your future husband.
đ· TRACK 2 : Blank Space
â DON'T SAY I DIDN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU â â DRACO MALFOY
you act like a devil to get your husband to divorce you. only to discover that pushing him away only makes him hold on tighter.
đ· TRACK 3 : Style
â WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE â â TIM DRAKE
wayne enterprise heir x stark industries heiress
rivals in public, lovers in secret ; two heirs have an explicit arrangement because they can't risk their public image with anyone else.
đ· TRACK 4 : Out Of The Woods
â WE WERE IN SCREAMING COLORS â â ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
you think you're hard to love, but he loves you like it's breathing.
đ· TRACK 5 : All You Had To Do Was Stay
â ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY â â DRACO MALFOY
you and draco meet again after he had ignored you years before. he wants to tell you why he'd left but he doesn't know how you'd react to him being a criminal.
đ· TRACK 6 : Shake It Off
â PLAYERS GONNA PLAY â â GOJO SATORU
it's embarrassing to know that the rumors about you reach other schools. one faithful day, gojo satoru gives you unsolicited advice about doing the shit you want because you'd get hate whether or not you'd do it anyway. a bottle of wine later, and you begin to think he's right.
đ· TRACK 7 : I Wish You Would
â I WISH YOU WOULD â â PETER PARKER
your long-time friendship with peter had gone sour. after years of trying to put you behind bars, peter tries to save you from kraven, but you're not sure if you can trust him anymore.
â I WISH WE COULD GO BACK AND REMEMBER WHAT WE WERE FIGHTING FOR â â ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
PEERING EYES OVER WROUGHT-IRON FENCES
đ· TRACK 8 : Bad Blood
â STILL GOT THE SCARS ON MY BACK FROM YOUR KNIFE â â DRACO MALFOY
turning from childhood friends to enemies, and then learning to tolerate each other after the war is a storm waiting to happen. especially when he had tried to kill you and failed.
đ· TRACK 9 : Wildest Dreams
â SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME â â PERCY JACKSON
you and percy agree to only see each other for the summer but as august draws to a close, it gets harder and harder to untangle your fingers from his.
đ· TRACK 10 : How You Get The Girl
â FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER â â PERCY JACKSON
hitman! percy
percy is hired to kill an important man in singapore, not expecting to meet and fall for his target's daughter.
đ· TRACK 11 : This Love
â THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME â â ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
you're back in town. as promised, lockwood welcomes you with open arms. the only difficulty was the fact that you kissed the last time you saw each other.
đ· TRACK 12 : I Know Places
â I KNOW PLACES â â PETER PARKER
marvel x pjo crossover ; daughter of athena! reader
peter's only trying to protect you but you're more scared of him than you are of the monsters coming after you.
đ· TRACK 13 : Clean
â I THINK I AM FINALLY CLEAN â â ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
lockwood was cursed to be alone. you prove that your love can break curses.
đ· TRACK 14 : Wonderland
â YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT â â TIM DRAKE
you and tim are thrown into wonderland by mad mod. the line between fantasy and reality blur; now, tim stares at you like he wishes you weren't enemies.
â IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES 'TIL SOMEBODY LOSES THEIR MIND â â ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
fantasy au!
you were a princess and you liked to dress in gold. one day, you're snatched by a dragon. come to find out that the dragon is a shape-shifting boy who thought you were a statue.
đ· TRACK 15 : You Are In Love
â TRYING TO PUT IT INTO WORDS â â TIM DRAKE
it's hard to find the right words to explain why you love tim.
đ· TRACK 16 : New Romantics
â I CAN BUILD A CASTLE OUT OF ALL THE BRICKS THEY THROW AT ME â â ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
you recruit the daring anthony lockwood to stage a relationship that will rile up the press.
â FROM THE VAULT !!
đ· TRACK 17 : "SLUT!"
â LOVELORN AND NOBODY KNOWS â â PETER PARKER
a publication comes out, announcing that your hero selves are dating. now, you and peter have to distance yourselves because one, mary jane watsonârenowned journalist, has been suspecting you of having an alter ego.
â IN A WORLD OF BOYS, HE'S A GENTLEMAN â â ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
lockwood is tasked with the important task of protecting a foreign princess, you. you discovered that you liked his boyish charms more than expected.
đ· TRACK 18 : Now That We Don't Talk
â THE MORE I GAVE, YOU'D WANT ME LESS â â CHILDE
how bad can it be, to sleep with the enemy?
đ· TRACK 19 : Say Don't Go
â I'M YOURS, BUT YOU'RE NOT MINE â â ANTHONY LOCKWOOD
fantasy au!
you are the heir to the throne, soon to be coronated. he is your loyal guard. when repressed feelings come bubbling to the surface, it's hard to keep away. except, he has to, because a prince should be standing next to you, not him.
đ· TRACK 20 : Suburban Legends
â BORN TO BE SUBURBAN LEGENDS â â PETER PARKER
you became strangers when you thought you'd spend your whole lives together. one faithful day, peter gets sucked into an old polaroid picture, returning to the day it was taken; your 18th birthday.
đ· TRACK 21 : Is It Over Now?
â FAST FORWARD TO 300 TAKEOUT COFFEES LATER â â PETER PARKER
you and peter agreed to stop whatever was happening between you two for his sake. it wasn't good to date your employer's daughter, after all. the task wasn't easy when you work at the same place.
đ· HIDDEN TRACK : Sweeter Than Fiction
â PROVED ME RIGHT WHEN YOU PROVED THEM WRONG â â PETER PARKER
a lot of people had a lot to say about peter when his identity was revealed. he revered how you stuck by his side through all of that, even if all you did was run a fan account.
Feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in a certain fic đ I'm open to just squealing about our boys and/or Taylor Swift !!
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marvel
-matt murdock-
Heartbeat - on a lazy day together, you ask for a small peak until Mattâs world
-foggy nelson-
Youâre Heart in Exchange for Mine - Foggy has been led to believe itâs the material goods that keep a relationship alive, but you strive to prove to him that all you want is to love him and be loved in return
Feelings Confessed - You like Foggy, Foggy likes you, but neither of you know of the otherâs feelings. What could happen when Foggy walks you home from Josieâs one night?
-peter parker-
Not the Same Girl - Before the Blip, Peter would babysit you, but not that heâs back and youâve grown up, what feelings will come to play?Â
Little Fall of Rain - Based on âA Little Fall of Rainâ from Les Mis
You're Stunning - When Peter takes your picture unexpectedly, he learns how you feel about yourself and tries to change your mind
Speak Now - When Peter is getting married, you just want to go and make sure heâs happy. but what happens when the officiant asks a very pertinent question?
-jack thompson-Â
By Your Side -  âYou wanna go save the world with me?â
Undercover Feelings - You and Jack donât like each other in the slightest. But when an undercover mission throws the two of you together, what will become of your relationship? (aka - undercover enemies to lovers) Â
Weâre Okay - When out on the field, you run into a burning building to save a young child, and all Jack can do is pray youâll be safe
-steve rogers-Â
Bail You Out - A midnight call wakes you up, asking you to pick Steve and Bucky up in a less than ideal locationÂ
True Gentleman - After a date with Steve, he wants to make sure that you get home safe, but you reassure him that youâll be alright
-bucky barnes-
A Secret Language - flower shop au - when Bucky stumbles across your little flower shop, youâre enamored. too bad he keeps coming in to buy flowers for his mystery women (using the prompts âyou arenât over her, are you?/not even closeâ)
-tony stark-Â
The Scoops Troop - Itâs Halloween and you want to do a group costume, but Tony isnât onboard with the ideaÂ
Only Wanna Be With You - Itâs yours and Tonyâs anniversary but why is he acting so odd?
-druig-
Stop the Tears - Druig finds you crying and can only focus on the pull he feels towards you and taking your tears away
-jack thompson-Â
13 Days of Halloween - Day Seven - âI picked it out especially with you in mind. Youâre hurting my feelings.âÂ
-steve rogers-
âyou owe me a kissâ
-bucky barnes-
Lost in Love and Time (Ongoing) -Â Haunted Mansion AU
Prologue Part One || Prologue Part Two || Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four
-peter parker-Â
Fools Rush In (Ongoing) -Â When Peter finds himself claiming to the Avengers that he has a girlfriend, he turns to you for help even though the two of you are class rivalsÂ
Chapter One || Chapter Two
-steve rogers-Â
La La Land (Discontinued) -Â As a struggling actress in the big city, you arenât sure how you are going to get your big break. Similarly, starving artist, Steve Rogers, doesnât know how to move on after a deal gone wrong. What happens when you two meet and learn more about yourselves, love, and the power of dreams than you ever though possible?Â
Chapter One
#matt murdock x reader#peter parker x reader#steve rogers x reader#foggy nelson x reader#jack thompson x reader#bucky barnes x reader#marvel x reader#marvel imagine
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Top 10 Ships Including POC in 10 Different Fandoms
Round 1 | Round 2 | Round 3 | Round 4
I was actually not tagged this time, but I am in desperate need of distraction from life and think about this particular tag chain a lot. SOâŠRound 5! In no particular order/ranking:
1) Eligia (Gia x Elijah Mikaelson) - The Originals
Itâs about the chemistry! Itâs about her encouraging him to take care of himself for once and have his own life and desires! Itâs about him helping her adjust to a new life and re-engage with her passions! Wasted potential all around!
2) Fayanalissa (Melissa Glaser x Faye Chamberlain x Diana Meade) - The Secret Circle
Girls! Having fun! Supporting each other! The show should have let them all lean into their gayness.
3) Vandermarin (Mona Vanderwhaal x Hanna Marin) - Pretty Little Liars
I couldnât find a single gif with all three of them so I stuck with just Mona/Hanna, which is fantastic, but imho the best iteration of them involves Spencer too. Then you get the friends-to-lovers, rivals/enemies-to-lovers, and friends-to-enemies-to-friends-to-lovers dynamics!
4) Karolsen (James Olsen x Kara Danvers) - Supergirl
Wasted potential. A whole season of great buildup and for what?? Also a great ship with Lucy thrown in the mix.
5) Forwood (Tyler Lockwood x Caroline Forbes) - The Vampire Diaries
Have I mentioned: Wasted! Potential! And buildup/development! They became everything to me and Iâll never forgive the show or Julie for how dirty they did Tyler and Forwood in the name of a certain Mikaelson sibling.
6) Arisagi (Arisu RiyĆhei x Usagi Yuzuah) - Alice in Borderland
If this show and this ship taught me anything, itâ s that the little, seemingly insignificant parts of life mean everything.
7) Gwiles (Miles Morales x Gwen Staci) - Spiderverse
Theyâre just so CUTE. I need to rewatch these movies post haste.
8) PeterMJ/Spideychelle (Michelle Jones âMJâ x Peter Parker) - MCU Spider-Man
again, theyâre so CUTE!! Still devastated about No Way Home.
9) Herongraystairs (Jem Carstairs x Tessa Gray x Will Herondale) - The Infernal Devices
No gif bc no screen adaptation yet, which is crimes. But Ot3 of all time. They all love each other so much it doesnât even matter how itâs framed in the explicit text, they simply transcend early 2010âs monogamist-heteronormative standards. If Cassandra Clare was braver theyâd be even more canon.
10) Everlark (Katniss Everdeen x Peeta Mellark) - The Hunger Games
Everlark has everything, ok? Ship of all time.
Canât include a gif from the movies for obvious reasons, but Iâm a big POC Katniss Truther. I know Suzanne doesnât talk very explicitly in the books about race for the most part, but the Seam folk are so POC-coded. Given geography, social division & treatment, features, etc. likely of Appalachian Native American heritage.
Absolutely no pressure to play, but in case anyone else is in need of distraction Iâll tag a few people (and encourage anyone who sees this to play too, if you want!) â„ïž @welldressedllama @blairwaldcrf @doyelikehaggis @scribeoffate @letthestorieslive
*Also! Be sure to click on the names below gifs to go visit and show some love and support for the creatorsâ wonderful sets! :)*
#top 10 poc ships series#the originals#the secret circle#pretty little liars#supergirl#the vampire diaries#alice in borderland#Spiderverse#mcu spiderman#the infernal devices#the hunger games#eligia#fayanalissa#vandermarin#karolsen#forwood#arisagi#gwiles#spideychelle#petermj#herongraystairs#everlark
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Inferior Flames (2)
MCU!AU | MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader | MCU!Spider-Man x Stark!Reader
genre: angst, some comedy, e2l (rivals to lovers really)
description: Your father asks you for another favor: keep an eye on Peter. Yup, this definitely canât go wrong considering you two arenât even friends.
word count: 7.4k
warnings: OC has superpowers, OC is a temporary Avenger, references to Spider-Man: Homecoming, MJ, Betty, and Ned are here, fake IDs, clubbing, fight scenes/battle scenes, muscle âenhancersâ (dr*gs), burn wounds (nothing too graphic), angst, mentions of death, tension
a/n: Part 2 was highly requested! Please let me know what you think, it really motivates me and all writers. :)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
âMom said you needed me?â
âYup. I need another favor, Firefly.â
You stepped into your fatherâs workshop, admiring the random contraptions cluttered on the work tables.Â
âIf you want me to build something,â âyou picked up a bizarre piece of machineryâ âhard pass.â
Tony set down the soldering iron and swiftly plucked the metal from your sticky fingers. A pout formed on your lips when your beloved toy was taken away. âYeah, no. Last time you nearly blew up the compound.â
âSorry that I canât carry on your legacy, pops,â you said, only half-joking. He put down the device and immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into an affectionate side hug.Â
âI donât expect you to, Flameling.â He gave you a smooch on the top of your head. âItâs too much work and your momâs got it. I would never pressure you to do something you donât want to.â
You embraced him tightly, closing your eyes to savor the moment. A mix of emotions swirled within you, and the weight of potentially letting him down added heaviness to your heart. His words meant a lot to you and gave you the assurance he would love you no matter what.
âYou pressured me to beat Peter,â you joked, breaking the tension. He let you go but kept you at armâs length, an amused smile spread across his face.
âI think deep down you enjoyed beating the arachnid.â
âEh. I do hate spiders.â
A mischievous smirk spread across his lips, and you couldn't help but catch a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. âWell, donât hate them too much. Iâm going to need you to get close to one. The Spiderling to be exact.â
You pushed him off you, shaking your head and firmly crossing your arms in front of your chest, forming an âxâ shape as a gesture of refusal. âNo.â
Your father put on an innocent facade, lifting both of his palms upward as if to say, âWhat?âÂ
âWhatever you want me to do with Peter, I refuse. He hates me.â
âOh, he does not hate you,â your old man assured, waving his hands sideways in a dismissive manner. âThe Avengers and I will be out of town for a while. Your momâs also busy with her business meetings abroad, but I know the authorities will be okay handling things here with Spider-Manâs help.â
âButâŠ?â You pulled up a nearby swivel chair, anticipating this conversation would take longer than expected. Your father copied your actions and sat across from you.Â
âI want you to keep an eye on him. Stay close by. You know, just in case he needs help. Be friends.â
âFriends? Heâs depressed every time he sees me. All because he thinks Iâm an Avenger, which Iâm not. If people found out I have powers, I canât live a normal life.â
âPfft, youâre my daughter. Your life will never be normal.â You didnât laugh at his remark, so he leaned back in the chair and let out a âhmmâ sound. âYouâre not happy. Is that it?â
âI am happy. I love being here. But if people find out I have powers let alone that Iâm your daughter, I canât go to a normal school.â
He started listing reasons to counteract your statement and used his fingers to keep track.Â
â1) No oneâs going to find out youâre my daughter unless you want them to. 2) You have a suit.â Leaning in closer, he playfully flicked his fingers against the shiny metal bracelet adorning your wrist, creating a delightful tinkling sound that danced through the air. â3) I need you near Peter. 4) If all else fails, you can get your GED.â
You narrowed your eyes at him, putting two and two together. âWait⊠is that why Peterâs in so many of my classes? Did you do that?â
Tony simply shrugged. âCoincidence.â
âDad, Iâm not an Avenger. Stop trying to make me one.â
âIâm not. Iâm basically asking you to babysit. But I am curiousâŠâ His voice took on a more grave tone. âWhatâs the real reason why you donât want to be an Avenger? Donât say school. Donât say normal life. What is it?â
You casted your gaze downward, your hands fidgeting in your lap while your leg anxiously tapped the ground. The softening of your fatherâs gaze mirrored the festering guilt within his heart as he saw the evident disappointment on your face. Yes, he may be your father, but there was still so much he didnât know about you.Â
âHey. Donât worry about it,â he said, patting your thigh. You looked up to see him getting up out of his chair. âBut I am asking you to help Spider-Boy. So will you? Howâs school?â
âItâs good. The American TV shows you made me watch were pretty accurate. Except the kids actually look like kids and not adults. Most of them are nice with the exception of some jerks. Nothing I canât handle.â
âSee? Youâre perfect for the job. Who else would be mighty enough to tackle the horrors of high school?â
You let out a laugh. âAlright, Iâll do it. But you promise me youâll come back safe from the mission.â
âYou know I break promises often.â
âPromise me youâll try to come back.â
âThat I can do.â
You hopped out of your chair and hugged your father again. âI love you, Dad.â
âI love you too, Firefly. Remember, don't do anything I would do, and definitely don't do anything I wouldn't do.â
Itâs been a few weeks since you kept your word about leaving Peter alone. Now were you successful? Youâd say about 80% of the time. Itâs not like you were completely off his radar as much as youâd try to be.
Chemistry
âPeter, you got a 99 on your chemistry test. Congratulations.â Peter held the test paper in his hands, a proud smile gracing his features. The teacher walked past him and handed your test to you next. âAnd you got a 100, Ms. [Y/N]. Impressive.â
You saw Peter's intense grip on his test paper, causing it to crinkle right before your eyes.
Gym
âDoes she smell nice? I bet she smells nice.â Ned lent his support to Peter by resting his hands at the juncture of Peter's thighs and the undersides of his knees, providing the stability needed for him to execute each sit-up with precision.
âShut up.â
âDo you know if she has a boyfriend?âÂ
âShh.â
âCan I help you beat her?â
âWhat?â
âIâll be your guy in the chair telling you where to go. Like where to find the most dangerous criminals. Iâd be better than K.A.R.E.N. That way Mr. Stark has to recognize your talent and realize his mistake. You can beat her.â
âNed, no, shut up.â Peter was speeding up his reps without realizing it, annoyance laced in his tone. âI donât need to beat her.â
âLooking good, Parker,â Coach Wilson said, pointing a finger at him. Peter immediately slowed down, easing himself down onto the mat with an expression of exertion etched across his face. âYou too, [Y/N]. Look at her go!â
âThanks Coach!â you exclaimed from afar.
Peter's gaze shifted to his left while Ned looked to the right, catching sight of you perched atop the climbing ropes suspended from the ceiling. Flash, who was on the rope beside you, pointed an accusatory finger at you for cheating, suggesting that you started climbing before he did and demanded a rematch. Peter and Ned gave each other a knowing glance.Â
âYou/I need to beat her,â the boys chorused.
Pre-Calculus
Peterâs mind raced as he calculated and strategized, determined to outpace his opponent, which in this case was you. Both of you gripped the marker tightly as you two meticulously scribbled numbers, your hands dancing across the whiteboard.
There was an electric energy in the air, a palpable tension as you and him worked through the problem. Occasionally, a competitive glare would be exchanged, fueled by the desire to come out on top. As the final calculations fell into place, a triumphant grin from Peter marked the completion of his work.
âDone!â he cried, slamming the marker down into its holder. You continued working diligently, unable to leave a problem unfinished.Â
The teacher took a look at the board and shook her head. âNope. [Y/N]?âÂ
Peterâs face contorted with a mix of surprise, embarrassment, and a touch of disappointment as the realization of the incorrect math answer settled in.
You got your final answer and set your marker down. âIs this right?â
âExcellent work!â your teacher praised you. âCan you explain why Peterâs answer was incorrect?â
You pointed at the error in his work on the board, giving him a shy smile. âUm⊠you forgot to factor the 6. Here.â
âThanks,â Peter grumbled.Â
âSee Parker, being the fastest isnât always the best if you are wrong,â Flash called out from the back of the class. Everyone (including the teacher) rolled their eyes at his hypocritical remark, but it affected Peter more than heâd like to admit.
So yeah, youâve done an excellent job leaving Peter alone. However, with your dadâs latest request, you werenât sure how to keep an eye on him now without being creepy.Â
âWhatâs your deal, [Y/N]?â
You looked over at the other end of the cafeteria table to see MJ staring at you. Despite her poker face, the intensity of her narrowed eyes left you feeling exposed, as if she possessed the power to unravel your defenses layer by layer.
âDidnât see you there, MJâŠâ you said, taking a sip of your water bottle. âI donât understand your question.â
âYouâre staring at Parker. Like, a lot.â
Your eyes darted over to the table that was on the opposite end of the cafeteria from you, hoping MJâs voice didnât carry far enough for Peter to hear. Once you saw milk shooting out of Nedâs nostrils and Peter laughing his head off, you let out a sigh of relief.Â
âIâm not,â you lied. âAre you into him or something?â MJ scooted down until she was seated across from you, effectively blocking Peterâs face with her own.Â
âIâm not obsessed with him; Iâm just very observant. If youâre not staring at him, you have no problem sitting with him, right?â
âNo!â you shrieked. âOkay, I was staring.â
âI know,â she said, smirking at your easy confession. âYou like him?â
âNo. I mean, heâs cute, but itâs not like that. Why do you even care?â
âYouâre my friend. Arenât friends supposed to talk about their crushes or whatever?â
You raised an eyebrow, amused at the declaration. âWeâre friends?â
âYouâre the only girl that isnât tone deaf our section. Or are we only friends in choir class?â
You couldnât help but smile. âIâm honored.â
âGood. Now that we got that out of the way, what are you going to do about Parker?â
âIâm not going to do anything.â
âArenât you two friends? Ned announced that pretty clearly on your first day here.â
You groaned while taking a bite of your food, swallowing before replying, âWeâre more so⊠acquaintances. Maybe even rivals.â
âOh?â MJ leaned forward, curiosity brightening her features. âI love rivalry. Spill.â
âUhâŠâ You had to come up with something on the fly. âWell, you know how he has the Stark internship?â
âYeah. He leaves a lot because of it. Dudeâs always busy.â
âI mightâve gotten it too. Mightâve even taken it away from him in a way.â
MJ clasped her gaping mouth with her hand, shocked. âNo way!â
âKeep it down,â you urged, seeing some students in your vicinity glaring at you both.
âSorry, but Iâm confused. Canât Mr. Stark have both of you as interns?â
âI mean, he didnât kick Peter out. Itâs more like I got assigned a higher position than him.â
âSo he feels inferior.â
âI supposeâŠâ
âHas he been mean to you?â
âNo!â you said with your hands up. âNever.â
âHmmâŠâ MJ said while rubbing her chin in thought. âIâm going to ask again. Why were you staring at him then?â
You bit your lip. âI want to be his friend, but he sorta hates me? I guess.â
She clapped her hands together. âGot it. Get up. Come with me.â
âMJ no,â you hissed, flailing your hands around for her to stop moving.Â
âTrust me.â
Reluctant, you grabbed your lunch box and followed her, your heart rate beating so loudly like it was battering around in your chest wanting to pop out.
âSup losers,â MJ said, taking the seat in front of Ned. You sat next to her, which meant you were in front of Peter. He pressed his lips together tightly, the silent sign of unease not escaping your observant gaze. â[Y/N] has no friends, so weâll be sitting here from now on.â
âMJ,â you said through gritted teeth. âI have you.â
âIâm sorry, was I hallucinating when you said you wanted to be friends with Parker orâŠ?â
âMJ!â
âOf course weâll be friends,â Ned said happily. Peter grabbed Ned by wrapping an arm around his shoulder, facing away from you and MJ to whisper-yell at him in private.Â
âWhat are you doing?â
âKeep your friends close and enemies closer. She canât be as perfect as she seems.â
Peter groaned. âDude, even her lunch is better than mine. How can she even beat me at lunch?â
â... Because you canât cook.â
The death glare Peter shot him shut him up real quick. The two of them turned around the same time you and MJ were done talking. He gave you his brightest smile, hands placed on the table with his fingers intertwined like this was a business meeting.Â
âYup. Weâd love to be friends,â Peter said. Ned copied his body language and smiled just as brightly.Â
âWith no ulterior motives,â he added. Peter stomped on his best friendâs foot beneath the table. âOw!â
âShut up,â he said in a low voice. You smiled to yourself and high-fived MJ under the table.
Having lunch with you was bearable for the most part. Sometimes MJ would probe him about the Stark Internship and feelings of inferiority would resurface, but at least you didnât rub it in Peterâs face. You even offered to share your food with him, which he had to admit was delicious. Especially those orange chocolate cookies, ugh. He hated how tasty they were.Â
Meanwhile, keeping an eye on Peter proved to be easier than you had thought. He usually went straight home after school or sometimes stopped at his favorite food spot to get some gummy worms and a sandwich. If there was crime going on, itâd be the typical theft or car chase. Nothing you had to personally get involved in.
However, you noticed an unusual pattern in Peterâs behavior a week later and the AI your father gifted you, D.A.W.N (Digital Assistant with Navigational Intelligence) aided in helping you figure out what was going on. You rarely used the AI unless you deemed it to be necessary, wanting to give Peter some privacy because come on, you were already invading it.
You put on the glasses and pressed a button on the side of the frames.
âD.A.W.N, whatâs Peter doing with Betty Brant?â you said quietly to yourself while sitting on the football field. The AI zoomed in on Betty and Peter sitting far too close to each other on the bleachers.Â
âYou sound jealous,â your AI remarked.Â
âCan you focus?â
âCertainly. It appears Betty has given Peter a false identification card in exchange for some money.â
âWhat on earth would Peter need a fake ID for? Is he trying to get alcohol?â
âWould you like me to replay a conversation he and Ned had two days ago? A fake ID was mentioned.â
âWhat? Why didnât you say anything, D.A.W.N?âÂ
âYou told me not to invade his privacy too much. This conversation took place when they were in the boysâ bathroom.â
You sighed. âI meant unless heâs doing something dangerous. Iâm definitely telling Dad you need an upgrade. Please replay the conversation.â
âNed, guess what?â
âWhat?â
âI caught this thug destroying city property for no reason and he kept on shouting âIâm the best! Iâm the champion!â over and over. He was jacked, like even more than Captain America.â
âNo way!â
âYeah, he definitely was on something because those muscles looked unnatural. I got him to confess that there's an illegal fighting ring going on at this club on the other side of town. Everyone there uses muscle enhancers and itâs killing them. I gotta go take them down before it gets more out of hand.â
âBut dude, youâre not old enough. You would need a fake ID.â
âShoot. Do you know how I would get one?â
âLeave it to me, your guy in the chair at your service.â
âConversation over,â D.A.W.N stated.Â
âOh my god, heâs crazy! D.A.W.N?â
âYes?â
âFind me the nearest clothing store. Iâm going to need a new outfit.â
Peter kept checking the time on his watch every five minutes, unable to contain his excitement. This mission would be huge because no one knew about it except him. Of course he cared about the innocent lives of people being under the influence and wanting to save them, naturally. But getting credit on something you knew nothing about was the cherry on top.
Once it hit midnight, he opened his window and snuck out, shooting one of his webs at the nearest building. Swinging allowed him to get to the other side of town in no time and he landed in a dark alleyway to fix his hair back into place, making sure his clothes werenât too wrinkled.Â
When he stepped out of the alleyway and made it to the entrance of the club, he noticed there wasnât a line. The only people outside were two bouncers adorned in black suits. He gulped, singing words of encouragement under his breath.
âSpider-Man, Spider-Man, will he die tonight, yes he might. No, no thatâs not right. I can do this.â
Just as he was about to talk to the bouncers, you tapped on his shoulder from behind. He whipped around, his eyes widening to the size of marbles.Â
â[Y/N]? Whoa, whatâyou look gorgâwhat are you doing here?!â
You gave him a once over in his outfit, trying your best not to ogle. He wore a slim-fitting, black button-down shirt that accentuated his lean physique. His shirt was tucked into a pair of dark wash jeans that hugged his frame comfortably paired with black leather boots. His sleeves were rolled up slightly, giving off a laid-back vibe but all you could see were the veins on his forearms. And his hair? Styled with a casual yet intentional tousled look, making his stupidly handsome face more handsome.
If his goal was to look slightly older, he accomplished it and you had to try your best not to drool.Â
âWhat am I doing here? What about you? You shouldnât be here!â You leaned in closer, causing his breath to hitch and whispered, âI know about the enhancers.â
Peter leaned back and stared at you, taking in your outfit first and words second. You had chosen a form-fitting sleeveless black jumpsuit paired with a cropped leather jacket in a fiery red shade, symbolizing your powers. For footwear you opted for ankle boots in stiletto heels, which were a pain to wear, but youâd manage. You also did your makeup, making sure to not overdo it and still show off your natural features.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â Peter bluffed once he snapped out of his daze. He pivoted on his heels, coming face to face with the bouncers whose figures resembled towering boulders but with scowls on their faces. âHey fellas, I know what youâre thinking. This baby face fools a ton of people, but youâre smart enough to know Iâm 18, right?â
The men gave a skeptical look to one another, his lie painfully obvious, but before they could apprehend Peter, he whipped out his fake ID from his pocket and showed it to them.Â
âWe good now?â he asked them, fluttering his eyelashes innocently. While they didn't appear entirely convinced, a sigh escaped them as they motioned for him to proceed. âThank you. And oh, the girl behind me? Sheâs basically my stalker and is super crazy obsessed with me.â
âWhat?!â you shrieked, hands on your hips and fuming.Â
âYeah, sheâs kinda in love with me, but I donât date minors,â he teased, sticking his tongue out a bit at you, relishing in your ire. âSheâs a feisty one, so keep an eye on her for me?â
The bouncers apprehended each of your arms, which triggered your fight or flight response. With precision, you targeted specific acupuncture points on their shoulders and chest using your index and middle fingers. Instantly, a wave of paralysis surged through their body, rendering them immobile. They staggered and ultimately collapsed to the ground. Peter blew a small raspberry from his lips.
âOof⊠sorry fellas. Told ya she was feisty.â Peter flashed you a mischievous grin before entering the club, not bothering to hold the door open for you. As you stepped into the club's chaotic atmosphere, your senses were immediately overwhelmed by a cascade of stimulation.Â
âIâm not in love with you!â you said, shouting over the blaring music.Â
âWhat did you say?!â
âI said Iâm not in love with you!â
âI canât hear you, the musicâs too loud!âÂ
Peter left your side and dived into the dense crowd. You couldnât help but roll your eyes, hating how the place reeked of weed and smoke. It was difficult to navigate through the swarm of sweaty bodies and just as you were about to be engulfed fully, Peter reached out and firmly clasped your hand, swiftly pulling you into his embrace. Time seemed to slow down in that moment, each passing second passing feeling like eternity, as he delicately guided your arms to rest around his neck while his hands gently found their place on your waist.
âBodyguards,â he whispered, his voice serious and husky. âTheyâre looking at us. Gotta blend in.â
âRight. Blending in⊠oh boy.â His cologne had your head swimming. You stared into his eyes while swaying to the music, gulping from the intensity of his longing gaze. âYou shouldnât be here.â
âI should be saying that to you.â
âItâs dangerous.â
âIsnât that what Avengers do? Dangerous things?â
You scoffed at the audacity of this boy. âYou donât know what youâre getting into.â
âHow did you even know Iâd be here?â
â... Mr. Stark told me to keep an eye on you while heâs out of town.â
Peter poked his tongue against his cheek in disbelief. âSo he doesnât trust me.â
âHe just wants to make sure youâre not in over your head.â
âYeah. By babysitting me through you. And here I thought you wanted to be friends.â
âI doâŠâ you said earnestly.Â
âSo you were stalking me.â
âNot like I enjoyed it.â
âHow do you think I feel?â
âProbably betrayed. Now can we please get out of here? I donât have a good feeling about this.â
âYou can leave. Iâm staying. There are people dying because of those enhancers and Iâm going to put a stop to it.â He let go of your waist once yâall reached the bar, where it was barely quieter than the rest of the club.Â
âUgh,â you groaned. âDo you even have a plan?â
âPfft. Yeah. Of course. UmâŠâ His eyes settled on an unoccupied beer glass, thinking of ways to create a diversion. His plan was to shoot a web at the glass and propel it at a random dudeâs head. However, the webbing took an unexpected turn, adhering onto an innocent womanâs shirt instead. âUh ohâŠâ Once Peter pulled on the web, the shirt was ripped off, leaving the girlâs boyfriend seething with anger, misdirecting his fury towards the nearest male presence. The unfortunate consequence led to a brawl.Â
Peter watched in horror and awe as the whole club erupted into chaos. But hey, at least the bodyguards were occupied. He ran to the back of the club and you followed along.Â
You both ended up in a dimly lit hallway, walking side by side in matching tandem. You let out a couple of chortles, trying your best to contain your laughter.
âDonât say it,â Peter warned.Â
âIs your aim always that bad?â you teased.
âI was distracted.â
âBy what, the womanâs breasts? At least ask a girl out before you start taking her clothes off. If youâve ever made it that far, that is.â
Peterâs cheeks reddened. âIâve asked girls out before.â
âWas that before or after the stripping started?â
âWhat, are you jealous?â
âNo. I donât date perverts.â
âAnd I donât date stalkers.â
You two exchanged friendly smiles before laughing out loud. At the end of the hallway was a door, but you intercepted before Peter could open it, placing your hand on top of his.
âWait.â
âWhat?â
âWe should go back.â
âWhy? Weâre so close.â
âWhat are you going to do exactly? If there really is an illegal fighting ring here, how will you find the goods?â
âEasy. You participate in the illegal fighting while I find them.â
âWhat?!â
âListen, I want to prove to Mr. Stark Iâm ready for more. This is it. Something bigger than petty bicycle thieves or bank robberies. And youâre stronger than I am. Iâm sure you can handle it.â
âAnd what if I canât?â
He held you by the shoulders. âLook at me. You can. Youâre⊠pretty incredible. Annoyingly incredible, actually.â
His voice was sincere, eyes shimmering with sweetness. âHad to add in the annoying part, huh?â
âI couldâve left out the incredible part.â
âThen youâd be calling me pretty.â
âYou are pretty.â You blinked twice, wondering if you were the only one who heard what he said. When Peterâs face switched to one of realization (which was quite adorable), he let out an awkward cough later. âSo will you help me?â
âYouâre going to do this even if I say no.â
âYup. And youâre the one who said it. Mr. Stark wants you to keep an eye on me.â
Peter gave you a toothy grin as he opened the door. Unlike him, you didnât have a Spider Sense, but your gut was screaming for you to go back. However, he already entered and you knew you had to follow. You tapped on your metal bracelet in a specific way to activate your suit and helmet, letting the magical material envelope your body.
As you entered, boisterous shouts and jeers from a large crowd of people confirmed that you had found the right location. Their hands were gripping wads of cash, flailing it about like lightsticks at a K-Pop concert, all while a chaotic brawl unfurled at the heart of the room.
Once you ventured deeper into the scene, you got a better glimpse at the two challengers, who were almost as big as the Hulk, going at each other relentlessly. Their grunts were arrogant and feral, their eyes blazed with a rage that wasnât human.Â
âOkay Peter⊠what do I do exactly?â When he didnât reply, you did a full 360 to confirm he was indeed absent. âIâm going to kill him.â
With the ding of the bell, the brawl had finally come to an end as one challenger collapsed onto the floor. An employee rushed out to drag the loserâs body out of the ring. Up on the second floor was an announcer who had a microphone headset. His upbeat voice boomed throughout the room when he said, âOur undefeated champion!!! Will the next challenger be able to defeat him? Is there anyone out there daring enough to fight him?!â
âMe!â you called out, launching yourself into the fighting ring with a front flip and landing gracefully. Murmurs from the crowd were heard as confusion spread. You ignored remarks about your gender, using it to fuel your determination to show off your skills.Â
The announcer tilted his head in confusion. âAnd who are you, Miss?â
âYou can call me Ember.â
An employee rushed over to the announcer, whispering something in his ear. You noticed him nodding in understanding and flashing you a huge grin. âAlrighty! Weâre going to have Ember challenge our unbeatable champion tonight!â
You got into a low forward lunge, extending your arm to the side with your palm facing out. One second later, your trusty kung fu spear appeared out of nowhere. If the club didnât allow weapons, they didnât say anything. You figured they cared too much about the hype of betting on blood to do something about it.
âBegin!â The bell dinged and you immediately went on the offensive, giving it all you got.Â
Meanwhile, Peter ditched his prior outfit so he was only in his suit and mask. He found a vent he could sneak into, navigating his way to finding a hidden room. Through the slits of the vent cover, he spotted a tall man wearing some form of mystical clothing that glowed purple. And the dude had a cape, so Peter inferred that had to be the big bossman.Â
There were some bodyguards with the tall man, so Peter waited patiently for you to do your part before he could intervene. He spotted the silver briefcase on the table and noticed glass vials inside containing a powder of sorts.Â
âBoss. Ember defeated the champion,â one of the henchmen informed. The boss grinned like he expected that outcome.Â
âExcellent. Itâs been so long since Iâve seen her.â
What? Ember? Is that [Y/N]? Does she know this guy? Peter thought to himself. He had to put his questions on hold because now with the boss gone, he could easily take down the remaining guards and snag the briefcase. Carefully lifting the vent cover, he crawled around on the ceiling, strategically ensnaring each henchmen with intricate webs, one by one. Every move carried purpose and he made sure to time it right to ensure nearby men remained oblivious to his presence. It wasnât until there was one man left that Peter used a web to descend into the room upside-down.
âHey man.â The guard whipped around and Peter waved hi. âIâll be taking that.â
He launched a web at the briefcase and yanked it hard, resulting in it slamming right into the last guyâs face, effectively knocking him unconscious. Peter landed rightside up and held the briefcase close.Â
âThat was easier than expected.â
It was then he heard people screaming outside when he dashed out to see the commotion. At this point, the crowd of people had diminished and there in the middle of the ring was a girl in a shiny red suit and helmet similar to that of a Power Ranger. Peter sensed it was you, but his sixth sense was more focused on the threat before you. The tall man from earlier transformed into his true self, which was a man with three dragon heads.Â
âYouâre all grown up now, Ember.â
You pointed your spear at him, prepared to slice him in half. âYou ate that man.â
âYes. And Iâm about to devour you next.â
âNo, you wonât. Thatâd be a stupid move on your part.â
The manâs snarl echoed through the air as his three heads snapped toward you, moving in a sinuous and serpentine pattern. You took a defensive stance, twirling your spear with a propeller-like motion to keep your distance from his elongated necks. In that moment, your helmet opened partially and you took a deep breath, feeling the flames ignite in your lungs. You held your spear steady and unleashed a mighty blast of fire, causing the man to cry out in pain from the scorching attack. However, the fire soon dissipated, revealing that the cunning dragon heads had managed to swallow your fire. They were prepared to unleash your own flames back upon you until Peter reacted, swinging into action, his grip tightening around your body as he swiftly whisked you away from the clutches of the menacing demon.
âSpider-Man,â you breathed, stunned by his perfect timing.
âI got you.â
You quickly took notice of the briefcase. âNo. Take the case somewhere safe. Heâs mine.â
You wriggled free from Peterâs grasp, propelling yourself backward towards the villain, determined to finish the fierce battle. The sharpness in your words, dripping with venom, unsettled him. As he landed near the exit, he made a choice to disregard your request.Â
Carelessly discarding the briefcase, his attention was immediately drawn to the sight of you suspended in a mesmerizing electrical orb, hovering midair.Â
âOh Ember⊠itâs cute you think you can defeat me,â the man taunted. You stabbed the orb repeatedly but to no avail. Each poke only unleashed a surge of electricity throughout your body, making you scream in pain. Seizing the opportunity, Spider-Man executed a flying super kick at one of the dragonâs heads. The blow infuriated the creature, causing it to release its grip on you and you crashed heavily onto the ground with a resounding thud.
âOwâŠâ
You pushed yourself off the ground to see Peter effortlessly swinging around, pretty much playing a game of tetherball with the dragonâexcept Peter was the ball in this unconventional match.
"Hey Mr. Dragon, three heads are better than one, but not when they're all after me!"
âSpider-Man, be careful!â you warned.Â
As Peter swung around the 3 headed dragon, narrowly avoiding its fiery breath, one of the heads caught him off-guard with a lightning-fast swipe. The impact sent him crashing into a nearby wall, leaving him momentarily disoriented and with a throbbing pain in his side. You rushed over and kneeled on the ground by his side.
âI told you to go!â
âWell, you know,â he said, groaning from trying to sit up. âI have a habit of sticking around.â
The man was growing impatient. His three heads parted their jaws wide, erupting with vivid purple flames as he launched a devastating attack toward both of you. Peter reacted quickly and shielded your body with his own, hugging you in a protective embrace. The searing pain coursed through your bodies, but as the initial shock subsided, you summoned the strength to put up a temporary barrier shield. Peterâs weight pressed upon you as he collapsed and you knew that retreating was necessary.Â
You watched as the man withdrew his three dragon heads, assuming his original face once more. âYou know what I want, Ember. Give me the pearl.â
âNever.â
With a commanding gesture, you used your hands to bend the earth, causing chunks of concrete to rise from the ground. You hurled the makeshift projectiles at the man with precision. In that fleeting moment, you seized the opportunity to carry Peter to safety. You initially believed he had lost consciousness, but he had enough strength to shoot a web to secure the briefcase, ensuring the mission wasnât for nothing.
âAre you the Avatar?â he joked in a weak voice.
âShut up and letâs get out of here.â
You carried Peter back to the Avengers Compound, where there was a dedicated medical facility. However, you were aware whatever was causing Peter pain wasnât something that could be solved by science. You laid him on his stomach on a medical bed, examining the burn marks all over his back. The heat singed his suit, leaving a patch of reddened skin and irritation. Tender patches of skin glistened with a subtle sheen, evidence of the residual heat that had seared his flesh.Â
âWell, I guess my superpower is now officially 'Extra Crispy Spider-Man.' I should probably trademark that before KFC steals it.â
You had half a mind to press your thumb on his burn wounds. âHow can you be joking at a time like this?! Youâre lucky itâs not more severe.â
You began rummaging through various drawers to find an ointment until Peter interjected with, âBut you can heal me. Right?â
You slammed the drawers shut, taking in deep breaths to calm yourself down. Heâs right. You could. You hoped you could.
âYou idiot. I can only heal minor wounds. These flames arenât normal,â you informed him. âBut Iâll try.â
You extended your hand over Peterâs back, channeling all your energy into a healing aura. The radiant glow from your palm casted a spotlight-like illumination on his injured area. With precise movements, you guided the healing energy around to alleviate his pain. Unfortunately, it only healed a part of the pain and required further care. Not that Peter could tell, he was too busy ahh-ing at the temporary respite.
âThat feels nice.â
âItâs not enough, I have to use something else. Wait here while I find it.â
You ran to your designated room at the compound, unlocking your safe to grab a black velvet box. With it in hand, you hurriedly made your way back to Peter.
âWhatâs that?â
âSomething to heal you with.â You opened the box to reveal a luminous pearl the size of a large marble. With it in your palm, you could amplify your powers and fully heal his back.Â
âWhat does that doâohâOH!âOh, thatâs nice.â He melted into the mattress of the bed and shut his eyes in bliss at the cooling sensation of your healing powers. With the treatment complete, you delicately returned the shimmering pearl to its designated box, taking a moment to regain your composure by sitting down. Peter, now revitalized, got up and instinctively reached back, his hand grazing over the spot where his injury used to be, a look of relief evident on his face. âIt even fixed my suit! Wow. What is that?â
âItâs mine,â was all you said, holding it close to your chest.
âRight. Well, thanks, I feel so much better. Oh my god, that was so amazing!â he exclaimed, taking off his mask. âI fought a 3-headed dragon and secured the enhancers. Mr. Stark is going to flip out when I tell him.â
Your helmet vanished with the snap of your fingers. âPeterâŠâ
The boy kept pacing around the room, rambling nonstop. It was as if he had never been injured at all. âYou were all like ahhh with your fire breathing and then he slurped it all up like,â âhe demonstrated a sucking motion as if he was sipping from a strawââYouâre lucky I was there.â
âPeter lookââ
âThat was the best mission ever. I get the credit though. Oh, we have to hunt him down and come up with a plan to catch him! Weâd probably need a sword, right?â
âPeter!â you shouted, fists clenched. He finally stopped pacing around and stared at you with curious eyes.
âWhat?â
âWhy didnât you leave when I told you to?â
âThatâs a weird way of saying âthanks for saving my life Peterâ, but okay. Um⊠I didnât want you to get hurt.â
His smile was so sweet, yet it pained you greatly. âI couldâve handled it. It was reckless of us to even be there tonight. Whatâs worse is you got hurt. â
âYeah⊠but you healed me. We did it,â he said, lifting up the briefcase from where he had left it. âIâm fine. We make a pretty good team.â
âNo. No we donât,â you countered. âYou got hurt and next time it could be worse. I canât. I canât do this anymore. I canât risk it.â
You held your head in your hands, hunched over in the chair.Â
âYouâre grounded. Mr. Stark was right, youâre not ready to be an Avenger.â
He lowered the briefcase and let out a half-hearted laugh. âWhat?â
You stood up, mustering enough strength to continue. âThis mission was too reckless.â
âI donât understand. The mission was a success. Are you really so against me being an Avenger? Are you threatened by me?â
You let out a frustrated groan. âWill you get it through your head that this isnât about some competition?â
âIt sure doesnât feel that way to me. Youâre already an Avenger and thatâs all I want right now. Were you sent to watch me or sabotage my chances?â
Your face twisted into one of hurt. âNo!â
âThen why are you being like this?â he asked, pointing his hand at you with his palm facing upward. âGod, it must be nice being all perfect. Sorry that Iâm not, but that doesnât mean I donât deserve a chance.â
âIâm not as perfect as you think I am.â
âYeah. Because I saved your life.â
âI didnât ask you to save me! You shouldâve left!â
âWhat, do you have a death wish?!â
âNo! But I donât need you to go after him. Stay down. You did great tonight, yes. But it stops here.â
âItâs because you want the credit, huh? I guess me getting the enhancers is one thing but stopping the big boss man is another. Of course. Little Ms. Perfect has to have it all.â
You winced at the impact of his words, feeling a sharp pang of hurt. âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â
âI just wanted to be like you,â he said, desperate and sincere. His defeat was palpable, and witnessing it shattered your heart."
âWhy?â you breathed. âYou donât want to be like me.â
âBecause you have it all. Youâre strong. Your powers are far better than anything I can do. I mean, I have to make my own webs. You are your own webs. Which doesnât make sense, but you know what I mean.â
âPeterâŠâ
âYouâre smart,â he continued. âYou can cook. You treat others well. Mr. Stark is clearly impressed by you. Iâm so jealous and I know I shouldnât be. But I am. Everyday when I see you, I understand more and more why Mr. Stark chose you. And it hurts. Youâre so perfect.â
âPlease stop. Iâm not perfect.â
âYou are.â
You turned your back towards him. âStop.â
âWhy? Why should I? Itâs true!â
âBecause Iâm not an Avenger!â you confessed, hanging your head low while resting your hands on the medical bed.Â
âWhat do you mean? Mr. Stark saidââ
âIt was a test. He asked me to beat you in our battle so that youâd stop asking about becoming an Avenger. Just until he feels like youâre ready.â
Surprise washes over him as the realization sinks in, followed by a hint of disappointment and perhaps a touch of betrayal.Â
âWow⊠Mr. Stark really went the extra mile this time. And you agreed to it?â
âYeah⊠I did.â
âBut if youâre not an Avenger, who are you?â You didnât know if you should tell him the truth. Peter thought about what the dragon man said to you, how his flames were similar to yours except they were purple while yours were red. âWait⊠that guy back there called you âEmber.â Like he knew you. Are you related to him? Is he⊠your father?â
You spun around to face him, battling your desire to shout at him. âHeâs not my father. He killed my birth parents when they sacrificed themselves to save me.â
Realization hit Peter like a tidal wave. This was personal for you. And he said quite possibly the worst thing he couldâve at this point.
â[Y/N]... Iâm sorry, I didnât know.â
âYou shouldnât have gotten hurt tonight. I canât deal with anyone sacrificing themselves for me. Not like this.â
âI wasnât going to let you get burned to a crisp.â
âAnd I canât stand the thought of losing you!â
You two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. â... or losing anyone. I canât stand the thought of someone dying for me. Not again,â you added quietly.
Peter reached his hand out towards you, but you shied away. â[Y/N], please. Tell me whatâs going on.âÂ
âYouâve done enough. Just leave me alone. And donât go after him or I promise I will tell Mr. Stark to never consider you for the team.â
âOkay,â he said, retracting his hand back. âBut Iâd do it all over again.â
âDo what?â you asked, captivated by the sincerity in his eyes.
"I would save you," he declared, his voice filled with unwavering determination. "As many times as it took.â
âI know. Because youâre Spider-Man.â
With a heavy heart, Peter reluctantly put on his mask and silently made his way out of the compound.
Extra a/n: If anyoneâs curious, OCâs powers are based on a drama I watched when I was little called The Red Kid (2005) as well as the villain. I also based this chapter Dekaranger episode 26.
Thank you for reading! Reblogs are appreciated so, so much! Hope you love this couple as much as I do. â˶ËêłË˶ââŒ:âĄ*ïŸâż
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Fanstory Prompt
Short prompt:
Bruce Wayne's butler Alfred Pennyworth is Peter Parker's great-uncle and, after Tony Stark and May Parker pass away in the aftermath of Endgame, Peter is sent to be under Alfred's care.
Peter Parker's Genealogy:
Alfred Pennyworth & Peggy Carter (marries Steve Rogers) - Howard Stark (marries Maria Stark née Carbonell)
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Tony Stark (marries Pepper Stark née Potts) - Mary Parker née Fitzpatrick (marries Richard Parker) & Ben Parker (brother-in-law, through Richard Parker) - May Parker née Reilly
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Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (half-siblings, different mothers)
Long prompt:
Seventeen-year-old Peter Parker, secretly the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man of Queens, New York, has lost family and had to restart his life more times than the average kid (even one with superpowers!).
His parents Richard and Mary Parker died in an aeroplane crash when he was five. His Uncle Ben, who - along with his Aunt May - had taken him under his wing in the aftermath of his parents' abrupt passing, was shot and killed right in front of him when he was only fourteen. His Aunt May had a young stroke and passed away during the five year gap where Peter was busy being dusted (thanks Thanos!). And Tony Stark, who had only just found out he was Peter's biological father the year before Thanos attacked, when Peter was sixteen, but hadn't wanted to disrupt Peter's civilian life so had left him with his aunt, sacrificed himself to save the world, but more importantly Peter, in the final endgame battle against Thanos.
Now, Peter has blipped back into being five years after being dusted only to find he has lost family and has to restart his life all over again. This time with a great-uncle he hadn't even known existed! (Most likely due his not knowing Tony was his father and so Peggy was his grandmother until a year - six years? - beforehand.) Worse still, Peter has to move away from his friends and everything he's ever known to the world's most dangerous and crime-ridden city, Gotham. Who is Alfred Pennyworth and how has he ended up as a butler slash pseudo-grandfather to so many young people? Why do those very same young people keep on disappearing and then reappearing hours later from inside Wayne manor? What's up with those vigilantes hanging around Peter so much?
And why does everyone say that Batman has such a problem with mutants (also lesser known as metahumans) like Peter? He can't not be Spider-Man, even in a new and dangerous place like Gotham, so is Batman's prejudice going to be a problem... Or will Peter find himself an unlikely new family in the shape of bat and bird themed heroes as he builds himself a new life in Gotham city?
Prompter's note:
Lately, I have read a lot of Spider-Man&Batman crossover stories where Peter ends up in the DC universe - even ones where Dick Grayson was Richard Parker (adopted into the Parker family) in the Marvel universe before dying - which is fun but I wondered what would happen if it was somehow the same universe? Let's say the Justice League existed longer but were quieter than the Avengers and then the Avengers came crashing in, loud and proud as can be, and they refused to have anything to do with the Justice League, who they saw as nothing more than vigilantes. That's why the Justice League has never involved themselves in Avengers battles. Only now, my thought process went, the prompts above start pushing the Avengers-Justice League status quo when Spider-Man starts superheroing in Batman's city (particularly because a lot of the Avengers are gone). And the batfam find themselves unwittingly adopting a lost and lonely Spiderling.
P.S. I think Tim/Peter would be cute! They're both smart, compassionate, overly hardworking heroes; I think they're a perfect besties-to-boyfriends couple. Or an aged up! Damian/Peter could be a fun enemies or rivals-to-lovers storyline. If neither of those work, go ahead and do what inspires you instead, just don't couple him with up with Dick or Jason (which I have seen) because minor/adult couples are never cool. A better idea would be to ship Peter with no one at all!
I know I set a lot of this story prompt up for you already but that's just because I had a lot of thoughts on it. Feel free to make it your own!
#spiderman#spider man#peter parker#batman#bruce wayne#nightwing#dick grayson#red robin#tim drake#damian wayne#robin#signal#duke thomas#spoiler#oracle#black bat#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#barbara gordon#alfred pennyworth#gotham#avengers endgame#post endgame#pre far from home#pre no way home#far from home and no way home never happened#except peter does inherit the same stuff from Tony as before obv#creative writing#dc#marvel
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